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Week 1 round up 💙

Thanks for the huge turnout in week one!

Before I get into the fics I have a question: should I keep the ao3 collection? I don’t know much about collections but nobody has used it yet and I’m happy to reblog on tumblr alone. Let me know what you think.

Prompt: mafia

House Rules by @houseofevanbuckley

Black eye. Peas. And beers. In no specific orders.

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drabble by @curlyboys

Mob boss Bobby, and Tommy the enforcer turned bodyguard for Buck.

Prompt: school/college

art by @kitty-tommykinarddefender

Whistle at me by @houseofevanbuckley

Tommy isn't paying attention to him and it's a problem, not for him though, but for everybody else.

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art by @buffaluff

drabble by @curlyboys

Prompt: soulmates

A huge turn out for this prompt! I have to admit it’s one of my favourites!

Starting point by @houseofevanbuckley

People randomly stop aging until they meet their soulmates. Tommy has been around for over 800 years now, and he’s still waiting.

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time keeps on truckin' away by @imlikealawyerwiththeway

Tommy was 22 and a firefighter when the discoloration finally appeared on his inner left forearm. Evan was 13, a week, and three days when the discoloration finally appeared on his inner left forearm. It takes over a decade, but they find each other eventually.

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what's in a name by @corporatebanana

His legal name stares up at him when he moves aside his wristband; stark, black lines that could be one of his tattoos if he didn't know any better, spelling out that his soulmate is out there somewhere and she'll be calling him 'Evan', not 'Buck' or 'baby' or 'sweetheart'. Buck doesn't really know anyone who calls him 'Evan' anymore. It's a shame, since that's what his soulmate is going to call him. He likes having a nickname, though; he even calls himself 'Buck' when he meets new people. Hey, whoa, wait. Why did he just introduce himself to Tommy as 'Evan', then?

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The ties that bind by @ambernotember

There were more strings, it wasn’t just his and Maddie’s. There were a handful of yellow ones, more orange, a couple of blue, and a red. A deep, bright, ruby red. He loved the colour of it, spent so much time looking at it. He knew the person at the other end of it was the person he’d been wishing for, if only he could find them. That string was always slack. He didn’t know where it led. Even as he travelled around the States, it didn’t move or point in one particular direction. The closest he got was a brief twitch on his flight to Peru, but he hadn’t been paying attention to where they were flying. The screens blacked out right then as the captain made an announcement about turbulence, and by the time they came back on, he had no idea how far they had travelled from when the string had moved.

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lipping / flowers by @fastterrain

The sparrow was on the loft railing, watching the business of the busy and not-so-busy crew below. Buck watched it shuffle its feathers sporadically.  “It has to mean something, right?” he asked. He’d asked the same question an uncountable number of times.  “Not really,” said Ravi. Tommy manifests a part of his soul as a bird in order to save Buck in an emergency; no one is particularly adept at interpreting this.

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dissolved bond by @agirlwithachakram

Tommy is on his porch when he feels it. Evan. He doesn't touch his soulmark anymore. Doesn't have the right, not after running away twice. He misses the comfort of pressing his hand against the wolf-shaped mark and getting the warm flood of feelings. Since Bobby died, Tommy has touched it a few times and been met with a deep grief. He doesn't pick up the phone. He is the worst soulmate ever. The universe promised him it would be okay, and he walked away anyway because it was too much. He's not touching it now, but he feels it anyway. Anguish. Pain. Terror.

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There's Only Me And You by @inawickedlittletown

For the first few weeks that Tommy knew Evan, he didn’t know they were Soulmates. - Or, Tommy and Buck meet in S2, but they don't know they're soulmates immediately.

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art by @isdrstrange

See you in week 2 💙

Also, a reminder that late entries are allowed!! I'll add them to the list!

Day 1: Rory Truong

RORY!!!! My girl, I’ve waited FAR too long to draw her! I’m honestly not too happy with the one on the right, but I was too lazy to clean it up. I’ve had her design in my head for a few years now, so it was fun to finally push myself to draw her! (If anyone has notes on how I can do her hair better, please let me know! They were supposed to be Bantu knots) you can tell I used a stock image for her shirt.

Day 2: Darceus Alamastern

I wanted to play w her design a tiny bit more, leaning further into natural fox markings than my previous art of her. She’s meant to be some form of piebald, which I hc that many kitsunes have. Her pin is the current dinner crew symbol, and her necklace is Hank’s zodiac. (there’s no real reason she would know that Hank had a zodiac on Alcor’s circle, but I just wanted to include a tribute to him) I’m not sure how I feel abt her markings rn, so I’ll probably continue to experiment.

Day 3: Magnus Wright

Magnus!! The arts kinda booty but wtv this is for fun and it was never meant to be high effort. Bonus bound Alcor

Day 4: Violet Beale

Violettttt! She ended up looking very much like Mira, so I tried to make Ian visible in her hair texture, clothing (it’s almost a flannel) and her nose. (eggsistential-breakdown was my main visual reference) I have her a pin with an atom on it (bc she’s into theoretical physics), which also conveniently looks sorta like a violet flower! So now I hc that’s her zodiac on Dip’s circle. I gave her dyed violet hair bc c’mon. Mira’s daughter named after a color? She would ABSOLUTELY take advantage of that! Also she has braces as a little nod to Mabel.

Day 5: Mike Pines

MIKE!!! Not much to say abt him. I love his character, and I’m so happy with how he turned out! I would have drawn his prosthetic leg, but if I’m doing one very day I don’t have time to do full bodies.

Day 6: Fluffy (Dragon)

You can tell I started to get lazy here. Little baby dragon 💜 he’s probably waiting for Matilda to hand down the riches or smth. I gave him a gator tail bc I like gators. As far as I know his name was a joke because he *didn’t* have any fluff, so I went with the western dragon approach. Also bc he is described as having wings.

Day 7: Robert Carter

I only learned of his existence today, so it was kind of hard to make a design for him. I ended up just using what came to mind when I thought of “cinnamon roll”, which is Toby. (That’s how both of them are described on their respective wikis) and then I ended up giving him my moles for fun!

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I don’t expect to keep this thing up for long, or for every one to look good, but I’ll go for as long as I feel like! If anyone knows a character that isn’t on the wiki, feel free to reach out! I can add them to the wheel. Sorry for such a long post, but I like to document my thought processes.

And please keep in mind that these are all headcannons!!! You can draw these characters in any way you’d like! This is just what came to my mind when reading about them.

This week we began working with flint nodules, trying to get flakes to work with. Using those flakes we made flint scrapers.

At first it was a bit intimidating, trying to decide where to hit it and how to hit it to get the desired result. This is such a new and unique process to me, I had no idea where to start. With some help from John, figured out a 'way in' and finally began hammering some stone.

Initially I was hesitant, I didn't want to screw up and waste the flint. I began to realize that most of the 'waste' was still good and useful flint, even if it wouldn't work for the scraper I planned on making. The more I hit it, the more confidence I gained and everything flowed easier.

After a while I has amasses a small pile of flakes. Again, with some guidance from John I chose one that looked like it would make a promising scraper. I used a Sharpie to mark out the general shape I wanted and back to hammering.

The shaping of the scraper required a bit more precision than breaking off flakes. I had to use smaller motions, more a flick of the wrist rather than using my whole arm. One tip from John was to place a finger under the flint where you want to take off a piece, which greatly helped my aim.

Once I finished shaping my scraper, I used a rougher sandstone to smooth down the edges. With that, I had a finished scraper.