Not To Face Reveal Myself (also Please Ignore My Mess Of A Room) But Guys. My Custom Tshirt Arrived And

not to face reveal myself (also please ignore my mess of a room) but guys. my custom tshirt arrived and i’m obsessed.

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

Weekly Check-In #2!

How are you doing? Is the Cornley Crew cooperating with your story ideas, or are they putting up a fight?

Do you want these weekly check-ins to be an ongoing thing during the event, or would you rather just be left alone to write?

These are simply meant as a lighthearted way to talk about your progress, maybe tease your story, or maybe just vent a bit about your struggles if that’s what you want.

spare thought for the enslaved shepherds in greek mythology/tragedy who rescue the exposed doom babies... sometimes they know why the baby was left to die, sometimes they don't. they just — it's a baby. no one else wants it. you can't leave it here. what harm could it do. it's a baby. you want it to live. it's a baby

A gothic horror story where a gentleman from a good family gets haunted by something monstrous, which follows him around and keeps killing people around him at utter random, in cruel and horrifying ways. Specifically within circumstances where the protagonist has no alibi, and everything indicates that he committed the murders.

But the real horror is not that he would find himself accused of the murders, but that the people around him naturally assume that he did do it, but genuinely do not care, because the victims are never people that the society around him considers "important". The scullery maid of his household is found brutalised beyond recognition in a room where even the ceiling has been splattered with blood, and a constable of the local police brushes it off as a case of household discipline gone wrong, being horrifyingly casual with the assumption that the protagonist severely beat a girl in his service to death, and will dismiss it as an accident. The street urchin that the protagonist was seen talking with - wanting to help this poor little orphan - is found decapitated, severed head in the protagonist's fireplace. This, too, is calmly swept under the rug.

After every horrifying murder, the protagonist tries to seek help, to present the crime to authorities in hopes of getting some semblance of help, or at least clearing his own name of this, but every time it's brushed off. "These things do happen", he is reassured, like it's perfectly normal that a mansion of that size has a secret garden of unmarked graves in one shady corner.

The real horror is the ever-encompassing implication that this is perfectly normal.

Bryony Corrigan as Vanessa Wilcock-Wynn-Carroway as Queen Isobel in:

The Most Lamentable Tragedy of the Prince of England and His Long Lost Twin Brother, Prince Regent of France and the Problems Therein Experienced by All When they came to Know of One Another after a Battle (by Simon Shakespeare, cousin to the famous Colin Shakespeare)

6,129 stitches, 43 colours, and 50 hours, 39 minutes, 46 seconds (I tracked it)

The stitching is done!! I still need to iron it and finish it (I might frame it - I’d prefer to hoop it but it’s nearly 9” tall so I’d need to find a big enough hoop for that)

The inspiration photo: