#something to put tiny things in

[o-lanterns]

Clay time again!

Class challenge is miniatures and I'm making a little bathtub. It's going to have claw feet and a faucet with knobs when it's done, and I'm going to try this technique with glass pellets that melt in the kiln to make a translucent layer of glass water in it!! But I want the duck to be on top of the glass and I'm not sure how it will work out since the clay needs to be fired before the glass, so maybe have the duck on a little piece of wire and fill the glass in under it?

So I'm making a second, tinier bathtub to experiment with. (it will have a duck as well)

I'm using a different variety of clay than I had been, this one has less grog and is smooth and buttery and it's more suited for details. I love playing with a new material and learning how it responds! The duck was the first thing I made with it.

Hehee

[dreamlogic]

i got an impossibly tiny metal model mail truck kit in my stocking & went into a fugue state until i'd finished assembling it. welcome to the world my beautiful son otto mobile who has every disease

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[sinclairstarz]

mike wheeler was the brother that was always fucking with bugs and frogs and reptiles and shit and would constantly walk into nancy’s room with a closed fist and she would immediately shriek at him to get away from her

[yeetusthemighty]

the silly ever the when [how do people decide what to put here]

Silly Extra headcanon + my doodles under the cut

[decided to switch the scarf last minute]

I have a little headcanon that his right arm and most of his body glows when he uses his powers post Season 11 I find it very silly

Doodle I did of it a bit ago along with some for Cole and Nya [I thought it would be cool if Cole’s legs also lit up like his arms did since uhh, you know, standing on the ground and such]

also one with my first attempt at a more “humanoid” design:

[lucalicatteart]

A few silly little small sculptures that I made with some of the leftover clay from the main one I did recently

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 72

 Crane is getting desperate. No matter how much he tries to offset it with human food, his stomach continues to feel like a ravenous void. His hands are shaking, vision just as shaky as he tries to continue the delicate process of creating his toxin, even though he knew it wasn’t going to work. 

 The last seven batches hadn’t had an effect, even as he made them stronger and stronger. He’s getting desperate, feeling more like a starved animal than a man of science. 

 His throat is dry and scratchy despite him just drinking water, and his fangs easily cause his lips to bleed as he bites at them nervously. He taps his claws impatiently at the table, nausea sweeping over his head for a moment before his vision righted itself while waiting for the fear toxin to finish. 

 It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It’s strong enough to nearly kill anyone else but it does nothing and he’s going to starve. He was in that damn asylum for too long, and he’s going to die and he doesn’t want to- 

 He’s long since stopped being able to feel fear but at that moment he could almost swear he still could.

[blackfoy]

Baby Viktor

Due to a magical mishap in the lab Viktor ends up de-aged. Little Viktor comes to himself in a place he doesn't recognize, with no clothes and no cane. He is very obviously in Piltover, and there is a very large man calling his name and asking him if he's ok and what he remembers. The poor boy is very frightened, and it doesn't help that they are not speaking in his first language, so he is still having some trouble with words at this age. Jayce, of course, helps the little one up and puts his own shirt on him, which hangs down like a dress, but little Viktor is even more terrified because of the strength in Jayce's arms and the fact that his hand practically covers his entire torso.

Of course, the poor child tries his best to put together how he got here. He understands that he is missing memories, but he doesn't know he's been de-aged, so he is trying to figure out how a crippled child from the undercity ended up in the rich part of Piltover. The feeling of being out of place gets even worse when he finds out that Jayce is a councilor and when he meets Mel, who looks extremely extravagant and is also a councilor. Any and all ideas he can come up with are, of course, bad ones, but there is little good he can figure from his situation. He had never thought of himself as one of the ones to sell their body for food and shelter, much less to big, strong, rich pilties, but he assumes his past self must have had a reason and tries to be good and not make himself sick with his own thoughts.

[sayonaramidnight]

"But first... We're going to have a long talk about wearing gloves".

Day 12 - Hands

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[roksanarose]

scar shows his love in gifts... specifically flowers. i wonder why. ..and grian keeps every one of them. I wonder why once more.

orrrr... a small excerpt from a larger writing. brownie points if you can pin point what traffic series this moment is based off of!!

..............................................

A new page greets him. Once more, a flower is on the page.

This time, it's a rather sad looking dandelion. Really, It's not a flower. Rather, a weed.

Now, despite there being no writing on this page (but a scribble of an angry face!), he remembers the story behind this dandelion quite well. Scar had given it to him. With some claim of, “It’ll help you in battle! Yes, yes, it will! Gentlemen, you're passing up an amazing offer!” A crystal was shoved into his fella’s hands and his, the same. But his fingers wrapped around something else. Something smaller. At that point Scar was strained and ready to leave and as soon as he did he looked down.

Oh. 

Huh. 

A dandelion was with the crystal.

He remembers how yellow it was. As yellow as the sun. Pretty petals in tack, full of life. Running his finger across the petals… how soft it was…

That same dandelion is now devoid of its petals. All that's left is the stem and its middle.

He frowns once more. Why didn’t he learn his lesson? A cricket chirps nearby rather mockingly. 

The page flips again.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[marshmellowtea]

giving into my baser instincts and impulsively creating an au where noah is chris's ten year old, chubby cheeked adopted son who follows him around during total drama and helps him torture their teenage contestants (much to chris's pride and joy <3)

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[fictionadventurer]

Potential June Reading

Jane of Lantern Hill by L.M. Montgomery

Daylight and Nightmare by G.K. Chesterton

The Silver Branch by Rosemary Sutcliff

Something by D.E. Stevenson

Something by an American poet

A retelling

A graphic novel

[chiimeramanticore]

WAIT A SECOND I JUST REALIZED . i must have at least a good handful of followers now that like, followed me bc of fnv. i wasnt even thinking about that. i must have confused so many people kdfhgk