“Oh to be loved by an artist.”
But, Oh, to be loved by a writer, an author.
Our dearest writers, creates the prettiest pieces of work from whatever we have created by our imagination.
Sometimes, it’s your writing that inspires us to create something; we simply love what you see in your head, your imaginations.
Your work isn’t just a set of words that were put together.
They create an invisible image themselves. And they felt real, it’s another form of art—and you might not see it that way.
How you writers describe things is just, beautiful;
like how a touch can be tender by just reading it, or how a pain could be excruciating by just writing them down.
You have an empty canvas, and you paint them with your words, your own art.
And us Artists would be blown away or even be moved to tears by the art you create with just, writing(?!)
As much as an artist’s arts can make you feel something, your writing whether there is an art that inspired you to write a writing or not, it makes us feel deeper.
You move an unmoving image. You give life on an unmoving canvas.
And I think that’s a powerful form of art.
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Super excited to officially announce the prompts for Cleon Week 2024!! It will be September 24th through the 30th, and we can't wait to see what great stuff everyone comes up with this year!!
Please tag all works #cleonweek2024
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Chapters: 49/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Claire Redfield
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Oh shit! It’s a new chapter!
After like… almost six months, we got chapter 49 up! Yay!
Rebecca chambers my cutie patootie
Got another poll related sketch request for you! <3
So, Claire won the "who would ride the most fair rides" poll by a landslide... so how about a sketch of her laughing maniacally while riding on a fair ride of your choice because she knows that she beat Chris.
Maybe she's a little disheveled looking since she probably went overboard with it, but I'll leave that up to you.
One more, she said. It’ll be fun, she said
Poor chris 😔
Kinda feel like there's some untapped meme/reaction image potential from old horror movie trailers...
Since this is gaining traction again, here are the final ones. These had been on separate posts but I suppose they'll be more likely to be noticed here.
I doubt I'll post any more after this but I highly encourage others to go find more. YouTube has tons of old movie trailers and there is PLENTY of gold left to find.
🪡 + Chris for his special day?
🪡 That’s gonna need stitches - :)
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"Getting hit with a door is new."
Chris glared at Leon from where Chris was laying on the ground, one eye starting to swell and bruise, his hand pressed against a wad of cloth trying to staunch the blood flow from the gash the door nob had left in his face when the tyrant had thrown it at him.
"I mean, through doors, sure." Leon continued, seeming far too amused by this, "But I've never seen one rip a door off it's hinges and throw it at you."
"We're looking at the next generation of Tyrant technology, I guess." Chris sighed, stretching his hand out to Leon for more gauze. He could feel the blood seeping through the fabric of his gloves. Head wounds bleed a lot, didn't make it any less of a bother.
Till Leon shook his head, hands up empty, "Damn, it's bleeding that much? I don't have any more."
Chris groaned. Thank god he didn't have any other injuries. He didn't even feel all that concussed, just mildly light headed. Which was going to get worse rather quickly.
"You called for evac?"
"Yep. You already asked me to."
Chris nodded against the gauze. He hated not being able to do anything. Maybe there was something else in the med kit that could help staunch the flow. He sat up, which he probably should have been doing to start with, reaching his non bloodsoaked hand towards the first aid kit at Leon's feet.
"Hey, woah, what do you think you're doing?" Leon picked up the first aid kit, removing it from Chris' reach.
"I don't know, something." He felt useless just sitting there, injured.
Leon rolled his eyes, looking through the box, "Alright, well, you're not doing anything. I'll look and see."
Leon slowly sifted through the box, looking for something to use while Chris continued laying there, stewing. If he'd been more careful, if he'd been paying attention, it wouldn't have hit him. With a door of all things. Christ on a stick, that's embarrassing.
He tapped his other hand against the rubble, impatient as he glanced at Leon, "Anything?"
Leon frowned, shaking his head. "Not really."
He looked at Chris then, gaze landing on his restless fingers, before he set the box down and wrapped his own around Chris' hand. He got that tone of voice Chris loved and hated, especially when he used it for something stupid.
"Hey, you're fine. Nothing's wrong. You'll be okay."
Chris didn't respond, still feeling frustrated by his own incompetence.
Leon didn't take it personally though, taking one hand and gently moving Chris' hand away from the wound, pressing his fingers against it and letting Chris rest.
He tilted his head, eyebrow raised "This okay?"
Chris simply nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to feel anything but anxious. Now that he wasn't putting preassure on it himself, and with nothing else to do with his hands, he could feel now how much it stung, a gouge more than a slice. He couldn't imagine what it must look like. Probably with dirt or something in it. He could get an infection.
He tried to move again, "We should clean it--"
Leon grunted as Chris tried to move, gently pushing him back down, "No, I don't think we do. Not right now at least."
"Well, we could--"
Leon pressed a kiss against his forehead, interupting that train of thought. Leon pulled back, laughing, before he cleared his throat. "Okay, how about this. I'll take a quick look, and if it's really nasty, I'll try to clean it?"
Chris paused.
"Fine."
"Cool." Leon gently pulled away the gauze, some clotted blood tugging at Chris' skin as it pulled away. The wound stung more once exposed to the open air, making his skin prickle. Chris watched Leon's expression for any indication, but got nothing but a mildly perterbed 'hm.'
"What? Is it that bad?"
Leon shook his head, pressing the gauze back where it had been. "No, not really. It'll probably need stitches though."
