#i wanna see mir suck ass

[the-bjd-community-confess]

I was gonna feel sorry for Mir@nda crashing and burning as she has until I saw this pricelist, exfuckingscuse me? The setup costs for one doll is crazy, then the per doll price is crazy too, this is someone with no casting experience who's probably using Smooth-On or whatever. If she had more reasonable prices I can see she might have had more success but there's no way her quality of work matches those prices. This is Harv prices, you wanna be halving that if you want to get anywhere as a new caster. Also the setup fee being so much higher, 500 to 1k!! for the larger size doll even though you’re just talking more resin, larger moulds, but the process of making a small doll is the same as a larger one so I don’t get why the price jumps that much. $20 for resin samples, does that mean the samples other places send you for free or? 1 set of hands $180 setup costs.

 She must have been on a bender while coming up with these prices because they just aren’t logical, this is as someone who’s done all the research she obviously should’ve done. She should’ve done homecasting at a low cost and offered it to collectors/artists to get started, and THEN if she turned out to be a good caster she could have upgraded the premises. I mean all we actually saw was an empty room so maybe it was all a scam idk, like she never actually had any equipment? Also aside her doll character sucks absolute ass, like a generic 90s Disney girl rocker with a prop guitar? Really? The sculpt is cute but the face seems a bit bland, it just seems to lack artistry and we haven’t seen any actual art from her either so I wonder if she didn’t just modify some generic 3d doll sculpt. Anyway, that’s that on that.

~Anonymous

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Cauterization (Whumptober Day 13)

Characters: Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett

TW: cauterization, attempted self-harm, disassociation

Aeor fucking sucks. First their magic is fucked up and they got seperated, and now Caleb and Beau are trapped in a dark cave, the stone having collapsed between them and the others. 

Caleb groans as he sits up, conjuring a flame in his hand to brighten the room. Beauregard is laying on the ground next to him, groaning. Caleb rushes to her side, “Beau!” 

She grunts, “I think I’m fucked.” Beau rolls off her side and Caleb’s heart stops. There is a massive gash in her side, blood has already soaked through her clothes and is beginning to melt the snow under them. 

Caleb curses as he pats down his pockets. Nothing. They’re out of health potions. And his sister is bleeding out in front of him. “Beauregard,” Caleb begins shakily, “I have nothing. I don’t know what to do.” 

She grits her teeth as she sits up, leaning against the wall, hand pressing tight to the wound on her side. In the dim light, Caleb can see her fingers are completely soaked with blood. “You have fire.” 

“W-What?” 

Beau groans again as she adjusts her hand over the gash. “You need to cauterize it to stop the bleeding. Then when Cad and Jessie get here I’ll still be alive for them to heal me.” 

Caleb immediately shakes his head, “I can’t hurt you.” He’s hurt so many people in his lifetime, so so many. Beauregard will not be one of them. 

“I’m already hurt,” Beau points out. “I need your help to keep me alive.” Beau blinks at him and he is surprised to see that her eyes are filled with tears. “Please, Caleb. I don’t wanna die.”

“Scheisse.” Caleb roughly yanks a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it.” She thanks him softly, her voice frighteningly genuine. He hands her a piece of leather from his components pouch. “Bite.” She nods and does as he says. Beau closes her eyes, squeezing them shut, tipping her head back against the wall of the cave. “I’m sorry,” Caleb tells her quietly. Caleb takes a deep breath, summoning a ball of fire to his hand. With a quick curse under his breath, he lowers his hand to his sister's side. 

Immediately, Beau begins to scream through the piece of leather, head slamming back into the cave wall. Caleb holds it for a few seconds, making sure the wound is fully cauterized. Each second is agony for both of them, though Caleb would never dream of comparing his pain to Beau’s. 

When it’s done, he rips his hand away, almost throwing himself away from Beau. 

Beau swears, and she looks at Caleb. Caleb is shaking from head to toe, his eyes blank. “Caleb,” Beau says, her voice scratchy. “Man, I need you right now. You can’t be in your head.” She reaches out her foot and with a grunt, kicks his leg. Thankfully, Caleb snaps to look at her.

“Beauregard?” He asks shakily, almost like he’s not sure if he should be talking to her. It tugs at Beau’s heart painfully. 

“I’m okay. Well...relatively,” she replies. “Not bleeding out. Come here.” Caleb doesn’t move, he just keeps his eyes fixed on hers. Beau’s eyes fill with tears, out of pain mostly, but it seems to effect Caleb and that’s what she needs. 

Slowly, Caleb makes his way to Beau until he’s right in front of her, he gently touches her face. “Okay?” He asks. 

Beau smiles a little. “I’m okay. Sit next to me before you freeze your ass off.” Beau lifts her arm and Caleb tentatively leans into her good side. 

“I’m sorry,” Caleb whispers once he’s tucked under her arm. “Schwester, es tut mir leid.”

“It’s okay. You saved my life.” Beau leans her head on top of his. “Cad and Jess and Veth will be here soon.” Caleb nods, but he digs his fingers into his forearms. “Hey, no we talked about this Cay.” Gently, Beau pries his fingers away from his scars. “Don’t do that. I’ll keep you here.” Beau tightens her arms around him, squeezing him tight. “It’s cold, huh?” 

“Very,” Caleb reaches one hand down to touch the stone, focusing only on the cold and Beau’s arm around him. 

“You should ask Veth to braid your hair in the tower tonight,” Beau says. “It’s getting long.” Caleb hums his agreement. “Or maybe you could ask Essek.” 

“Beauregard.” 

“I’m not allowed to tease you about your crush? You’ve teased me plenty about Yasha.” Then a pause. “That’s what siblings do.” Caleb turns his head into her shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut and his shoulders begin to shake. Beau hugs him back. Since he’s not looking at her, she lets a few tears fall. The adrenaline is starting to wear off and her side is beginning to ache, or at least that’s what she tells herself. 

“Essek is just my friend,” Caleb says after a moment, lifts his head up. 

“Uh huh,” Beau responds. “Sure he is.” Caleb rolls his eyes and leans into her shoulder. 

“They’ll be here soon,” he says. “Then Yasha can scoop you into her arms and you can pretend to faint.” 

Beau elbows him lightly, “Shut up.”

[iffyswriting]

ICE: Chapter 1, prt. 1

𝔄𝔪𝔦𝔯

"How you expect me to drive you to work and you taking so long?"

I threw some grapes in my mouth watching as Tilo bounced around his room like a chicken with its head cut off.

My younger cousin didn't know how to organize or clean for shit and oftentimes you could spend hours waiting on him to find something. 

"I'm gonna find it in 5 seconds! I know I am!"

"If you listened to Auntie you'd keep your shit up and folded," I said loud enough for my Aunt Lydia to hear, Tilo's mouth twisting up in protest.

I'd been over her house so much lately it was almost like I was starting to live here.

"Don't get my mama started." He said under his breath, finally grabbing some shoes from up under his bed. 

"What was that you said? She fusses too much?" I went on, holding back my laugh as he flipped around to glare at me.

"Mir, chill! Once she starts you know she can't stop."

"This I do know." I wiped water from the grapes off on my pants, standing straighter. "You looking for anything else?"

"Nah."

"Good, haul ass to my car or you're gonna be late."

"I hope you know you're really my favorite cus."

"I know, I know." I said messing up his hair. "None of the others wanna deal with your aggy ass."

"I don't wanna deal with their aggy asses either."

I knew where Ice Land was because just like Roller World it was a popular spot for teenagers and the likes.

I never went in to both on my own terms. You could call me anti-social but when I was younger the crowds it'd attract would give me the worst feeling of claustrophobia and anxiety. 

Never grew out of those feelings.

I turned my car off, slipping my phone into my pocket opening my car door at the same time as T.

"You're coming in?"

"I was hoping to get sumn' free."

"I'll see what I can do." He said with an eye-roll, keeping the door open as I walked in behind him.

"It's always cold as shit in here." I shivered trying to rub warmth into my hands, giving the whole place a brief once over. I  noted how empty it was looking Sunday's were never the busiest.

"You expect it to be hot? A whole block of ice in a room." He scoffed sliding behind the counter. 

"Watch your ass not have a ride back home, tryna be smart."

"I'll be quiet." Tilo raised his hands in defense and I smirked before wandering away.

Putting my hands in my hoodie pockets,  I walked into the rink scanning to see exactly what I was looking for. Despite everyone else on that ice, she stood out like a diamond in the rough- practicing as always. 

In my head, I called her Icey because I didn't know her name. I wished to learn it but I wasn't about to get on the ice to ask.

She started at a leisure pace first picking up speed with each glide. Icey twirled herself backward being in the air for a moment barely landing on her feet, skidding across the ice to a screeching halt.

Raising a leg high in the air she spun in loops, twirling and twirling into a stop. She stood poised and still for seconds before finally breathing releasing any of the tension she was holding in, her shoulders slightly slumping.

I didn't realize how starstruck I was until I finally exhaled too, blinking. I wanted to see her start skating all over again, straight from the top. I loved seeing the way she moved on that ice, being so precise and poised. 

"I've told you about your landings! You need to be crisper." Her coach was harsh and strict, she never got much leniency.

"My mind is everywhere, I'm having trouble focusing."

"Pull your shit together because I don't have time to waste!" She drilled harder, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I understand that-"

"Then act like it." Icey kept her mouth drawn to a line, nodding in silent frustration.

I wanted to tell her how amazing she looked and fuck whatever ole girl was saying.  She looked like she knew what she was doing at all times and the determination in her eyes never deterred even when she fucked up.

I didn't watch her because I thought of her as this piece of meat to ogle at, she was more like those figurines in snow globes but in full real color.

So pretty and mesmerizing.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket and ignoring it was becoming harder to do.

"Hey, this is he."

"Big Mirc! Always sounding so formal!"

"Quintin? Did you change phone numbers because I didn't recognize you."

"I gotta stay off the grid, can't have the same phone for too long."

"I just think you're paranoid."

"You'd think that now of course, Miro."

"Stop with the nicknames, bruh." I said chuckling, scratching at my beard.

"Amir is bland, the nicknames give you the ole razzle dazzle."

Quintin was.....Quintin. We'd known each other since we were kids and he was that friend you could never shake.

He was goofy and loud

"Where you at?"

"Ice Land, off of 54th. I dropped off Tilo, and didn't realize I'd be here so long."

"Well, you already know who you need to be talking too."

"I was heading that way soon actually." Quintin became quiet, shuffling around as his breathing became more solemn, almost thoughtful.

"He isn't mad at you-"

"He claims that." I interrupted with a scoff causing him to suck his teeth.

"Let me finish, nigga." He grunted, continuing. "He isn't mad at you, he's mad at this choice. We all started this together and for you to just leave it all behind feels like abandonment."

"If he's mad at me wanting better than that sounds like his problem."

"You framing it to fit that."

"Seems like you're doing the exact same thing." I exhaled, letting all the tension leave my body. "Quint, we can talk more for real when I get there."

I pressed the end button trying to gather my thoughts together, my mind already starting to jump from place to place.  I glanced at Icey one last time, watching as she got up from the floor standing even stronger, I hope she stays standing. 

"Don't forget your drink!" Tilo called out to me and I nodded at him for looking out.

"I'm picking you up in 3 hours right?"

"Yeah."

"Better be ready."  I hit the counter before walking out into the warm air.

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