May 21
We hit UK cinemas TOMORROW! So grateful to have had a small role in “Finding Emily” by Working Title and Universal! Well done to everyone involved. It really is the Rom Com of the year!
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We hit UK cinemas TOMORROW! So grateful to have had a small role in “Finding Emily” by Working Title and Universal! Well done to everyone involved. It really is the Rom Com of the year!
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Send me an Angel
Introducing Filo! Harengon Warlock
A Private Investigator in Fardock, a poor ward of the Transversal, Philomena Lapine lives a life between bad and worse. Most of her days are spent hungover, and her nights are spent drunk. Or. They were before ‘It’ found her.
Most people would call it a conscience. Except it’s louder than most. It’s a little more demanding. It calls for large public acts of altruism and for evildoers and oppressors to be “shown the light of Heaven that they may be judged!” And every directive is accompanied by the sound of wordless choral music, light behind her eyes, and an impression of feathered wings bright against an aetheric glow. More so, it keeps teaching her things. Like how to shoot energy from her hands, or weave illusions.
Filo ignores most of it. Standing up to the Corpos is a good way to wind up spaced on the Transversal. Standing up directly that is… so she finds other ways to appease ‘it’. Sometimes that’s a file of pics dropped into the lap of CitSec, other times it’s protecting the bad from worse. She knows she can’t stop the powerful, the Corpos, from running roughshod over the poor and unfortunates of the Tranversal. But she can keep them from the worst outcome. And now, with ‘it’ as a ghost in her cyberbrain, she must.
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eugh new character lineup for my senior thesis comic :3
Baby Driver, 2017
GIF by Working Title
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thinking of writing a fluffy, slice-of-life, isekai, reverse harem with a sprinkle of cooking for lads...
heavily inspired by one of my favorite isekai, "the savior's book cafe in another world" 🤭
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wip wednesday!
tagged by the wonderful @tgmsunmontue @welcometololaland and @stars-of-nixie
it's still wednesday in a few timezones, we ball. from a new wip i recently picked up and am currently utterly consumed by visions of
Something catches the light as he drops his hands back into the sink, letting the cold tap run over them. Something gold.
He flinches a little at the flash of light before turning the tap off and rushing to dry his hands, wanting to get a better look at what's on his hand. It wouldn't take a genius to know that it's a wedding ring, not when the gold loop sits so elegantly on the ring finger of his left hand.
Bradley realises this at the same moment he realises there is a toothbrush on the counter, it's just not his toothbrush. It isn't his shampoo that takes up space on the shower floor, either. This isn't his room.
Taking a step back too quickly, Bradley slams his bad shoulder into the doorframe of the en suite. It sends a sharp pain through his whole arm, just another reminder that his body isn't going back to normal anytime soon, if it does at all.
As he turns towards the bedroom, Bradley's eyes scan wildly for clues. There's a phone that isn't his on the nightstand that also isn't his; a sports bag covered in sewn on patches from places Bradley has never been; clothes he doesn't recognise scattered across the floor with his own from last night.
One clue in particular is the one that closes the case. There, sprawled out on the floor with what looks like a bath towel tucked under his head, is the unmistakable shape of Jake Seresin—bane of Bradley's existence, saviour of his life.
Bradley's gaze drifts to where Hangman's left arm lays outstretched, resting on the carpet. His hand is relaxed in sleep, giving Bradley a perfect view of his ring finger.
Snap.