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lovelylogans · 10 months

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the parent trap

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: epilogue

Two very similar boys help their two very different families assimilate into one.

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“Aw, Pa, do we have to?”

Patton—still entirely unused to driving on the left side of the road and therefore relegated to the passenger’s seat—gives Remus a Look through the rearview mirror.

“Even if this wasn’t suggested by the lawyer to clearly illustrate the harm that judge had on your upbringing, yes, I absolutely would have pushed for this on my own.”

“It’s a big upheaval in your lives, anyway,” Janus says, absently reaching over to pat Patton’s hand as he cranes his neck to watch for incoming traffic. “Too right you should have someone to talk to that isn’t related to you.”

“Or Virgil.”

“Or Virgil,” Janus amends. “And before either of you get any ideas, if you absolutely hate it there: fine. We shall find another child psychologist. But if you prank your way out of there, then that means you’re going to another child psychologist and your time in therapy will increase, as pranking the people you dislike is not a healthy way to express your feelings.”

The twins exchange a look.

Patton hopes that look means darn, any potential plan is foiled! but even he can see that there’s still some mischief brewing in those matching heads of theirs.

But any complaints are cut short by Janus pulling into the parking lot; sorry, the car park, he’s still getting used to all that.

Patton and Janus herd the boys in; they shuffle in, all together, to a cozy-looking if slightly bland waiting room, the other three taking up all the seats on the available couch as Patton approaches the front desk.

“Hi,” Patton says. “Appointment for Remus and Roman, under Parker-James?”

“Parker-James?” The person at the desk says, flipping through their agenda calendar. “Remus and Roman Parker-James… yes, I have you right here, he should be ready pretty soon…”

Janus flips through a spare copy of Vogue; the boys play some kind of hand-slapping game they must have learned at camp; Patton pretends to read the magazine in his hands while watching them both out of the corner of his eyes.

“Parker-James?” A voice calls from inside the office.

All four of them stand and make their way into the room.

The room is set up in mostly earth-tones; brown couches, leather armchair, nice wooden bookshelves stocked up with the books chock full of the latest therapeutic breakthroughs, a few plants tucked away in the corners.

The pops of color come from the cartoon decor; little figurines, paintings, a few stuffed animals tucked into strategic locations. Rubber ducks and Disney heroines and plucky child protagonist and superheroes, stretch as far as the eye can see.

And there’s a great tarp set up on the floor and transparent plastic wrapped over the chairs, hanging in front of the bookshelves with their decorations and books, with a variety of incredibly tempting, messy-looking acrylic paints ripe for any child to cause chaos.

“Hello there, boys,” the therapist says with a smile, setting aside his pen and notebook. “I’m Dr. Emlie Picani. I’ll be your therapist. Do either of you enjoy painting?”

The boys exchange a look, this one much less loaded with mischief, but both nod.

“Good!” Dr. Picani says. “Me too. I’d like this first session to be much less formal—and don’t worry if you get a bit messy with it, I’ve got all these tarps laid out and I believe your Dads have brought spare clothes if necessary. And, on that note—Dads, if you’ll take your leave?”

“Be good,” Janus says, smoothing a hand over Remus’s then Roman’s hair.

“Have fun, boys!” Patton says, and they take their leave.

Patton has a pretty good feeling about this.

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“All right, Remus?”

“All right,” Remus says, getting pretty used to the way the British exchange this particular pleasantry. “Uncle Logan’s sent down—”

“Ah, a cuppa!” Grandfather exclaims, taking tray off Remus’s hands. “Now, I’ll be mother—would you like one?”

“What is it?” Remus says.

“Earl grey, looks like,” Roman says, taking his nose out of the book he’s reading long enough to look.

“Yeah, I’ll have one,” Remus says, flopping onto one of the numerous couches in the study. “Thanks, Grandpa Toby.”

Grandfather putters about with the tray for a moment, taking a moment to add something to his—Remus spies the amber-colored liquid in the glass bottle Grandfather keeps in an isolated place where the children can’t reach it.

“Here you are, Roman, bit of honey—Remus, yours with enough sugar to kill me—”

“No brandy?” Remus says, giving Grandfather a hopeful look.

“Certainly not,” Grandfather says, as if he didn’t literally just sneak away a healthy slug into his own teacup. “You’ll stick to your wines, and you’ll have to ask your fathers to indulge in that, besides.”

Remus considers this. “How many years until that wavers?”

Grandfather pauses.

“When you’re eighteen!” Roman squawks.

“Yes, certainly,” Grandfather says with an approving nod to Roman. “When you’re eighteen. That’s the responsible answer.”

Roman nods in satisfaction and returns his attention to his book.

“When I’m twelve?” Remus whispers.

“Certainly not,” Grandfather says, just as quietly.

“Thirteen.”

“No.”

“Fourteen? Fifteen?”

“...Eighteen.”

“Oh, puh-lease, as if you didn’t have moments of underage drinking, you can’t judge me for wanting to try things.”

Grandfather pauses, then waggles his hand side-to-side.

“Knew it,” Remus mutters, and he picks up a section of Grandfather’s newspaper. The sports section—Remus has been told in very certain terms about which teams the Jameses do and do not support, but it’s all gone in one ear and out the other—and pretends to read the articles while he really keeps an eye out to see if they’ve put any of the fun, rude chants in the paper.

(Tragically, no.)

And so they sit in silence, sipping their tea and reading their individual pieces of interest, and neither twin breathes a word to their fathers when their Grandfather cracks open the study window and busies himself with packing his pipe the instant the tea is done and spends the afternoon merrily smoking away.

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Janus had initially been surprised that Patton had so willingly gone along with his insistence on filing a legal custody arrangement, even though they were once again back together.

The Patton he married nearly a dozen years ago probably would have insisted it wasn’t necessary, that they were together now and there was no point in it, but the Patton of today had fervently agreed and pored over the agreement with a metaphorical fine-toothed comb.

A decade without one of your sons was enough to change a person, Janus supposed.

Even if Patton tended to call it the Worst Case Scenario document.

“Okay,” Janus says, examining it. “Each boy returns to their original schooling, if necessary.”

“Even year summers are mine; odd year summers are yours,” Patton says. “The boys spend your birthday with you, and my birthday with me, when possible.”

“You have American Thanksgiving, always, which would mean I would always Bonfire Night.”

“Even year Christmas-and-Boxing-Days are yours; even year New Year’s are mine.”

“And Easters and other minor holidays in which the boys have a break from schooling alternate, with potential to revise the custodial arrangement until the boys are eighteen, at which point they’ll be free to spend holidays as they choose.”

They examine the paperwork in silence.

“Do you think we missed anything?” Janus says.

“I don’t think so,” Patton says uncertainly. “I’m sure Remy will tell us if we did.”

“Yes, that he would,” Janus says.

They stare at the paperwork some more.

“And now,” Patton says. “To file it away with Remy and hope we never need it.”

“To hope we never need it,” Janus agrees fervently, and Patton leans in for a kiss.

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Not to be dramatic, but Remus has been dying from excitement looking forward to this moment literally since the moment their parents decided to send Remus to Roman’s fancy British school.

The fact that he has to wear a suit and tie kind of sucks, though. But it’s kind of nice that he’s going to be in all the same classes as Roman, if solely to spend more time teasing his brother and nothing else sentimental.

The school is smaller than Remus’s public California school; it’s all red brick and ivy, with a SOCCER field out back, a little bit outside of the edges of the city proper. He rides on the bus (also new—Virgil usually drove him to and from school, back home) and Roman escorts him to the office to make sure all of their paperwork is filed, like Dad told him to.

It is—he has to do hardly anything, just carry a form for his new teacher to fill out. He ignores whatever map they’re offering and just falls into step behind Roman.

The teacher meets him in the hall, signs his form, and goes into the classroom to introduce him.

Remus smiles to himself. Excellent. A dramatic entrance.

“Class,” the teacher says. “We have a new student this year—a Mr. Remus Parker, from California, in America. Come in, Remus, we can find a place for you next to your brother.”

Remus walks in, to whispers of wow, Roman has a twin! and American?! unhearing to all of it, his eyes searching the room for one familiar face.

He finds it.

All of the blood has drained from Dick Davies’s face, making him look even more pale and awful than usual. He’s slithered down in his chair, looking moments away from letting out a pathetic, awful whimper.

Remus offers his most bloodthirsty, shit-eating grin.

He does find a spot near Roman—near the back of the room, which is excellent. None of his American teachers would have made that mistake.

He waits until class is underway before he starts making mischief.

Like fucking Spalding he writes on a piece of paper, crumpling it into a ball, which he proceeds to chuck, full-strength, at the back of Davies’s head. Davies picks it up, frowning, and reads.

He lets out a really undignified squawking noise, which gets him giggled at by his classmates and scolded by their teacher. Roman grins sheepishly into his notebook, exchanging a look with Remus.

Yeah, Remus thinks. It’s going to be a fun year.

⁂

Janus loves London dearly.

He was born and raised there; he’s raising his children there. London is like another member of the family.

But Napa was certainly very nice at this time of year.

Janus lets out a pleased sigh at the sight of the sun, hands braced on the balcony railing as he looks over the vineyard sprawling below them.

“You’re like a cat,” a familiar voice says behind him, amused.

Janus smiles, but he doesn’t turn to see his visitor; instead, he simply theatrically tilts his face into the sunrays, taken up by the sweet, simple treasure of his body inundated by the sun’s glow.

“Sitting in the little sunspots and soaking up all the warmth,” Patton continues, pressing his lips to the nape of Janus’s neck; Janus can feel him smiling there.

“The boys are off,” Patton murmurs. “You’ll probably see them galloping out if you stand here long enough.”

Janus grins. “I’m sure Roman’s eager for the excuse to dress up as a proper countryman.”

“They look pretty cute in the flannels,” Patton says, and he wraps his arms around Janus’s waist. “You do, too.”

“It is yours.”

“Ah, that must be part of it,” Patton murmurs, and Janus laughs.

“I’m sure you were probably coming to soak up the sun before you return to the frigidity of London.”

“Well, I won’t lie—that’ll definitely be a nice part of being here again,” Patton says.

“And the other part?”

Patton presses another kiss to his neck, more lingering, more heated.

“Nice big house,” Patton says, “I think we’re the only ones in it” and Janus laughs; even after all these years, Patton can barely bring himself to say anything past the implication of innuendo.

“All right, then,” Janus says, turning to wrap his arms around Patton’s neck. “Bring me in we’ll do our best to keep each other warm.”

And Patton, pulling him along to their bedroom, certainly does.

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“I guess there’s a lot to do on a vineyard this time of year.”

Roman surveys the grape vines, buzzing with employees and tourists alike, from his place tucked amidst the trees, atop Sprout. He is—once again—wearing the full wannabe cowboy outfit: flannel shirt, jeans, boots that Papa got for him practically as soon as they arrived in California, and his truly excellent cowboy hat.

Remus—a more experienced rider and therefore permitted to ride Papa’s Cinnamon—looks over at him with an expression that reads duh.

He’s also in jeans and boots, but he’s wearing a band t-shirt with one of Virgil’s old flannels thrown over the top, and a black cowboy hat. Basically the all-black, goth-equivalent of Roman’s red-and-white, wannabe-cowboy outfit.

Roman decides to read it as fond, reasserting his grip on the reins. “It is nice to feel warm weather, though.”

“Oh, you’re telling me,” Remus says. “I’ve never seen snow like I’ve seen in London—and it doesn’t even stick around very long! All the cars water it down to gray slush—”

“—and Dad and Uncle Logan would not be pleased it you started tracking that inside,” Roman says hastily, lest Remus resume his ideas of dirty snow snowball fights. Roman does not want to deal with slush down the back of his newest jumpers, thank you.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Remus sighs, waving him off, and turning his face to the Napa sun. Weak as it is, Roman thinks, it’s certainly much warmer here than it is back home in London, where carolers and bell-ringers have set up shop on practically every corner.

It’s not their first time back in Napa since their parents resumed their romance, but they are here for the longest; they’ll be back in London in time for Christmas, Boxing Day, and New Years’ with Grandfather, but the James-Parkers have decided to take advantage of the stretch of much better weather down in Napa while the pair of them are off school.

So: plentiful horse rides in the vineyard, getting up the courage to maybe splash around the much chillier pool, occasional jaunts into nearby cities and towns, baking cookies with Virgil and Uncle Logan.

Roman’s really looking forward to it.

“You know,” Roman says, contemplative. “The last time I was around this spot, Papa was trying to tell me he was going to marry Maddox?”

Remus makes a dreadful gagging noise. “Ugh, could you imagine?”

“I bet we’d be stuffing his Christmas cookies full of cinnamon so he’d choke on them.”

“Stuffing his stocking with dead fish!”

“Wrapping up a list of numbers for divorce lawyers as a present for Papa!”

“Pushing him out on an iceberg with the penguins!”

They both crack up at the memory of Maddox flailing in the middle of the lake.

“I’m really glad our fathers sent us to the same camp.”

“Ugh,” Remus complains, then, “yeah, I guess I am too.”

They sit in companionable silence for a while. There are a few birds, perhaps on their way south for the winter, chirping quietly in the trees. The distant murmur of people in the fields reaches them in a hush. The fields are less verdant than it was in the true depths of summer, but everything here is certainly much greener than anything in London. The scent of wildflowers wafts on the slight breeze, distant but there.

It’s really very nice.

Then:

“Raceya!” Remus shouts, and him and Cinnamon are off like a shot.

“Hey, no fair!” Roman yelps, digging his heels into Sprout’s side, and they speed off after his brother, kicking up dust behind them.

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Logan thinks that Janus has placed a sprig of mistletoe in the doorway leading from kitchen to dining room solely for the purpose of attacking Patton with kisses whenever he goes to get everyone more wine.

Not that Logan is complaining. It works to his advantage, too.

Logan waits, quiet, as the sink shuts off, as the last cabinet closes, and then he takes a purposeful step forward.

Just in time to catch Virgil coming back from washing the dishes.

“Oh,” Logan says. “Look at that. We’ve been caught under the mistletoe.”

Virgil grins at him. “Accidentally, I’m sure.”

“Was I being too subtle? No, I want to kiss you.”

Virgil laughs. “Merry Christmas, Logan.”

“Merry Christmas, Virgil,” Logan whispers back, and Virgil leans in, pressing their lips together, Logan leaning back against the doorframe and wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck.

They thoroughly fulfill the criteria of kissing under the mistletoe.

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It’s almost weirder to Patton that he isn’t experiencing a ton of déjà vu.

Sure, it’s his second wedding day; sure, it’s in the same place as it was last time; sure, it’s to the same man, but other than that, there isn’t much else that’s the same.

For one thing, their relatives have managed to make it this time, Patton’s dearest regret of eloping the way he did; his sister, Linda, is standing beside Janus’s father, their heads bent together, discussing something very intently.

Their boys, in matching suits of white—Remus with a basket of flower petals, an errant rose probably plucked from a floral arrangement stuck behind his ear. Roman holds the rings, smiling up at Patton.

(They’d considered the boys for the opposite jobs—Roman surely would have liked to be tossing flower petals everywhere—but then Patton thought priceless wedding rings and Remus’s brand of mischief and they’d quickly swapped them around.)

Patton smiles back at his son, reaching down to ruffle his hair, thinking better of it, and instead squeezing his shoulder.

“You ready, Pat?” Virgil murmurs from his rightful place at Patton’s side as his best man.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” Patton confesses, adjusting the lapels of his silver-gray suit jacket, mindful not to crush his boutonniere of a tiny, pale pink rose and white alstroemerias. “I should be more nervous, right? I should be nervous, but I’m just really excited.”

A corner of Virgil’s lip quirks up, his eyes straying back toward where Logan is ducking back to see to any of Janus’s last-minute needs.

“Or maybe,” Patton suggests innocently, “all this talk of weddings is maybe leading you to think about…?”

Virgil laughs, a nervous, gleeful giggle, as Remus blitzes down the aisle, pelting anyone and everyone with rose petals.

“What, your wedding could make me think about my potential wedding?”

“Maybe you should,” Patton says, “think about a potential wedding, I mean” and Virgil snorts.

Roman gives Virgil an excited look at the thought of another occasion for fancy outfits, and he has to prodded into remembering his entrance timing by Vendela.

“How about we get through this wedding before we start worrying about another one?” Virgil says.

Patton grins, links arms with Linda—Janus’s father has gone back to join Logan and Patton’s once-groom-now-groom-again—and waves Virgil off on his walk down the aisle.

And now Linda squeezes his arm, rubbing up and down.

“Last chance to back out,” Linda jokes, her brown eyes and tan skin accentuated by the pale rose gown and matching shawl that Janus has put her in.

“Not on your life,” Patton says, breathless and giddy, which makes Linda laugh.

“Ready?” Vendela murmurs and, before he can answer, she says “and go” and suddenly Linda’s walking him down the aisle.

He feels a little awkward with everyone’s eyes on him, but he finds it’s easy enough to tune it out when he smiles and waves to his friends and family—the folks who help him at the vineyard, cousins and aunts and uncles, friends from school and beyond.

He finds it easiest of all when he focuses on the end of the aisle: the officiator, Virgil with his hands behind his back, smiling at him fondly; and his boys, handsome in their not-quite-matching white suits, discreetly elbowing each other.

When they reach the aisle, Linda stands to kiss him on the cheek.

“Love you,” she murmurs.

“Love you too.”

She departs to her seat. Patton takes a moment to once again squeeze Roman’s shoulder and to ruffle Remus’s already-messy hair before he stands at the altar, staring down the aisle.

It somehow takes forever and also just a moment before Janus makes his entrance.

And Patton loses the air from his very lungs.

Janus—handsome, always—seems to have moved from beautiful to ethereal.

He’s stunning, wearing a self-made suit with a tailcoat in all white, from his intricately-knotted tie to his shining white oxfords, except for the soft patch of pink over his heart that denotes his boutonniere that matches Patton’s.

Patton blinks out the first of many, many joyful tears of the day.

Patton can barely notice the way Logan is smiling shyly at Virgil.

(He does notice, in fairness. But it’s very difficult to not be staring at his ex-husband/husband-to-be.)

Janus smiles at him, that familiar wicked curve of his mouth, the port wine birthmark across his cheek, those mesmerizing eyes, and Patton beams back, cheeks aching and sure that he looks very silly, but he can’t bring himself to care.

At last, at long last, Janus’s father kisses Janus on the cheek, gives Patton a very firm handshake, and goes to offer the boys a paternal pat on the shoulders before he finds his seat beside Linda.

Logan ascends, taking a brief moment to give Virgil an unchoreographed kiss on the cheek before he flees back to his place.

But then Janus is standing before him, smiling. He’s so handsome. He’s so incredible. He’s so happy that this is the father of his children, the man he’s married once, the man he’s going to marry again.

Janus offers his hands. Patton seizes them, squeezing hard, almost blinded by his happy tears.

“I love you,” is all Patton can say, murmured under the swell of music.

“I love you too,” Janus whispers back, under the rustle of everyone sitting down again.

He can hear Roman’s daydreamy sigh and can only hope that Remus will suppress the urge to go “UGHHH” at an inopportune time in the ceremony.

“Ready?” The officiator murmurs. Patton and Janus nod, not taking their eyes off each other, and the officiator turns on his microphone.

“Friends, family, and loved ones, we are gathered here today…”

Janus squeezes his hands. Patton smiles at him.

Yeah.

They’re ready.

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kosmonauttihai · 1 year

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Skye and Tumult from my JP/W raptor AU are all grown up now, and have chicks of their own, which naturally means an update to their toy figures on my shelf! Each figure is made a little differently, but they're a family, so here they are all together.

You can find WIP photos and posts about making the figures in this tag at my other blog. More information and photos about the finished figures below.

🐤 Tempest 🌩️ The scaly chick. She is a small figure sculpted from scratch. Fully painted, other than a few parts made with clay in already the right colour.

Materials:

polymer clay + liquid polymer clay

0.3mm ∅ jewelry wire, 0.8mm ∅ steel wire, 1mm ∅ aluminum wire

aluminum foil

acrylic paint

🐤 Cloudburst 🌧️ The fluffy chick. She is a miniature art doll, with poseable neck and tail.

Materials:

polymer clay + liquid polymer clay

0.3mm ∅ jewelry wire, 0.8mm ∅ steel wire, 1mm ∅ aluminum wire

faux fur

fabric

sewing string

glue

aluminum foil

nylon tag ties I've kept from clothing purchases and such

acrylic paint

🐦 Tumult ⚡ The scaly mom. She is a modified and repainted Mattel JW Extreme Damage Velociraptor figure. Eyes, claws, and inside of the mouth have some of their original colour, otherwise fully painted.

Materials:

epoxy putty to patch up that extreme damage feature, and to fix balance issue with feet

aluminum foil as filler under the putty

acrylic paint

pearlescent puff paint

🐦 Skye ☁️🌈☁️ The fluffy mom. She is also sculpted from scratch, this time with an articulated jaw.

Materials:

polymer clay + liquid polymer clay

air-dry clay

epoxy putty

0.3mm ∅ jewelry wire, 0.8mm ∅ steel wire, 1mm ∅ and 2mm ∅ aluminum wire

aluminum foil

glue

sewing string

various pieces of plastic trash

glitter

acrylic paint

gloss varnish

Details:

And some comparisons and extended family:

Tumult and Tempest with juvenile version of Tumult, and Tumult’s mom Meripihka.

Skye and Cloudburst with baby and juvenile versions of Skye, and Skye’s mom Blue.

Thank you for reading. Please don't repost the photos without my permission.

#Jurassic series #Jurassic Park #Jurassic World #Skyeraptor #happy Pride month and JP's 30th anniversary here's lesbian velociraptors I've worked on for the past 6 months #dinosaurs are LGBT+ culture #fanart #artsy things by me that aren't fanart #which is it? who knows!

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ranarh · 8 days

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Veiled

I believe this is my most successful acrylic painting of my recent series. Inspired by dark fantasy painters I managed to get just the right horror film lighting, and a decent collaboration of my materials, even if the patterned paper I added to the veil and robe with image transfer caused a lot of trouble. I started by using foam rollers for a few light, splotchy layers of green, blue, and yellow across the image, washed some blues into the figures and continued to paint by adding local colours first, then shading largely with slightly tinted blacks. Midway through I used some washes again to unify the blue-red-green gradient that had emerged. After the initial layers I largely painted around the metal leaf bits of the background; the foreground ones were added from a vial that I collect excess leaf in, pressed into the size with a silicone tool. I am happy I managed to keep some of the coloured pencil lines on the face that I deliberately overdid. When I was finally unsure about whether or not i should drag the background yellow streaks into the figure I overlaid a sheet of plastic foil to try first. Makeshift digital layer! I might not have been courageous enough otherwise (painting on paper doesn't allow for just wiping something off I don't like). "Veiled", acrylic and metal leaf on Bristol carton, A4.

To find me across the web, use my LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/ranarh

#art #acrylicpainting #traditionalart #illustration #fantasyart #fantasyillustration #a4art #goldleaf #horrorart #horrornun #veiled #religioushabit #darkfantasy #womanportrait #dailyart #findyourstyle

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spoczkoty · 2 months

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I've been using a method customarily used to mimic the look of water on dioramas to glaze coasters for ultra extra shine because I'm sick and tired of unshiny things

They're made of gold coloured epoxy resin, painted with acrylic paint. The sky blue one has iridescent blue green foil sunken in and red plastic gemstones also sunken in

#craftblr #coasters #acrylic paint #epoxy #resin art

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chainsawpunk · 1 year

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Bodys Isek Kingelez, Kimbembele Ihunga, 1994, paper, colored paper, printed paper, cardboard, paperboard, printed commercial packaging, wood, acrylic, plastic, aluminum foil, metallic foil paper and cardboard, rubberfoam, Styrofoam, foamcore, ink, pencil, crayon, marker, paint, adhesive tapes, stickers, fabric, yarn, string, thread, twine, beads, balls, straws, wire, grommets, toothpicks, pins, nails, aluminum cans, plastic bottles, caps, mirrors, figurines, slide mounts, ballpoint pen shafts, circuit-board diodes, and electric lights, 51 3/16" × 72 13/16" × 10' 5" (130 × 185 × 320 cm)

#Bodys Isek Kingelez #a #queue

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jedi-bird · 4 months

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Yo, I'd love to see the Loki scepter if you have pics!

Took a while to find some hiding on my phone, but this is the best I have right now. My partner made it out of cardboard, a plastic Christmas bobble filled with battery operated lights, blue tissue paper, aluminum kitchen foil, lots of glue, and acrylic paint. Last time I checked, it was still possible to turn on the lights. I made the dress and got stopped by Disney security who didn't believe it was cardboard lmao. I'm hoping to put it back on display once I can unpack things again, because it's honestly really cool.

#about me #thanks for the ask #gracing online with images of me twice in one day

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helicoptersandcrocodilesegwells · 1 year

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DIY posable winged dragon Art doll

The first thing done in this tutorial is sculpt the head using tin foil for the base and super sculpy for the features and shape, adding and shaping clay to get the the desired effect and baking it so it will harden.

she then attached the head and paws that she had made from clay to the armature she made from twisting wire together and bending it to create a body using hot glue to secure any ‘joints’ and then using long strips of quilt batting she builds up the body . Apparently quilt batting sticks to itself and doesn’t need any glue or tape which I didn’t previously know.

After that is done she lays the dragon down on her chosen fabric and cuts the entire length of the body making sure it’s wide enough to wrap around the body and cut slits in the fabric to slip the limbs through. Them trim the edges down and sew straight down the middle and then shave the fur down to the length you want.

Then she used white acrylic paint on the sculpy parts and after that she decided to make the horns. She made them out of instamorph with are small plastic beads that become malleable when put in hot water and then stay in their new shape once cooled.

And for the wings she added smaller parts of sticking out wire and slid on each individual feather securing them with hot glue.

After that she layered some fur over the wires that attached the feathers to hide them and give something for the smaller feathers to hold on to.

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lusciakoushiro · 2 years

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August Part 1

As I mentioned at the end of my last post, there were three projects that I wanted to get back to and perhaps finish;

The first was the first custom doll I attempted; Very Merri's streaming mascot, Lami. When I had first worked on her I was so excited to start that I didn't bother waiting for some of my materials to arrive. Now I'm not saying you need the best of the best to even attempt this kind of craft, but having something of a little quality will save you the headache and heartache. For those who might not know, in order to do a face up to remove the original paint with acetone. After that you could repaint the face with acrylics or build layers with water colored pencils. Seeing Dollightful build those layers I knew thats how I wanted to do it. I had ordered the same brand she had used and was awaiting them, but I was too impatient with my excitement that I opted to use the lesser ones I had, those being the Artist Loft brand. I did what I was supposed to; removed the paint, layer three layers of Mr. Super Clear and start, only the colors weren't building up at all. I had I think seven layers with nothing really showing before I said f it and went to my paints. I broke three out of four of my needles doing the reroot as well. Part of this project originally was to teach myself how to sew, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it and with where I was living at the time I had little space to work in. It was actually quite discouraging, so I gave up.

The next project was a sculpture of my friend's FFXIV character that I was trying to make for Christmas last year, using Nerdecrafter's Not Another Crap Kit. Now, I've never really worked with polymer clay, only air dry, so this was a challenge in of itself and I foolishly didn't bake it to save my progress and let it sit so at one point things just fell off. I fixed it, baked it this time and thought everything was okay, only to have it topple over one day and break so it once again needed repairs.

And the third I never actually touched, but have had the bade for four years and thats the DIY Funko. I always knew I wanted this to br FFXIV Lus, but I could never settle on the look. First it was my look from Stormblood, then I went DNC main in Shadowbringers and was gonna do that, only to fall in love with my BRD glam and go back to BRD main. I have multiple versions of Lus as the Miqo'te through my years of playing, but I realized that this was the perfect opportunity to make my Lalafell version that I fantasia into during October.

So with plans in motion I started to work on Lami, with the idea of flipping between her and the statue for my friend, but Lami took up a lot of space so I was unable to.

After doing Celes the way I did I didn't feel the need to force myself to sew and instead made a base for her to sit on and sculpt onto her.

I made an armature out of foil in the shape of a snake and glued Lami's legs together. Now I am telling you right now, this Disney princess doll was the worst base I could have chosen all because of those damn vinyl legs! Because of the weird flex they have, I had a hell of a time gluing them together.

Once the glue dried I painted her legs with multiple layers gesso and began to use my air dry clay to make the snake.

He's derpy and I love him. You cand see I also painted a wooden plaque to attach him to cause he was a little top heavy.

In this time I sadly had disaster strike... twice. Remember the chibi of Luscia I made on the BRD swing? Well somehow I managed to yank the jump ring through not only the plastic, but also the resin.

Not wanting to trash it I turned it into a standee using one of the test coasters from the Hythades standee as well as the botched flowers from the Lotura dome. And the other was sadly my Zack and Aerith snow dome.

This one had come out so well and I loved shaking it, so I was shocked to see the resin layer peeling off of Aerith. I managed to break the seal and drain the liquid only to find the situation was much worse. The resin had become bendy and I'm not really sure how or why, but I have seen two possibilities. The first thing I read said that ot might have bern too humid when I had applied the resin. I did dome Zack a day or so before Aerith so that could be why his doming was still in tact. He is leaning like Aerith which does lend to the humid theory since I attached them the same day I domed her. But let me flash forward to early November, now, I have no real reason to shake my Lotura dome since the micro glitter all but disintegrated and the stars just stick to things, but I for some reason I decided to pick it up and shake ut only to see my plastic piece of the characters wobble, so they too had a problem like the Zack and Aerith one. My Sheith one still stands like a rock and I attached it and the Lotura one the same day, so why?

Upon some more research the glycerin and the resin don't play well together. But if that was the case, wouldn't Zack and Lotura's doming peel off too? And what about the thicker resin pieces like the life stream or the flowers? Since I can't find a clear answer this put the plans I had for doing a Sheith giveaway for the domes on hold.

As saddened as I am to see my work crumble, I'm more fascinated as to why it happened. If anyone knows, please feel free to drop a comment.

Needless to say I didn't let that stop me from moving forward.

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Battleship (2022) details

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dimensions variable, approx. 50 x 75 x 35 inches / 127 x 190 x 90 cm

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How to Safely Remove Acrylic Paint from Wood: Expert Techniques

To get acrylic paint off wood, use a mixture of warm water and mild dish soap, rubbing it gently on the paint until it comes off. In some cases, using rubbing alcohol or denatured alcohol can be effective as well.

Preparation

Looking to remove acrylic paint from wood surfaces? Here's a simple guide: Start by scraping off excess paint with a plastic putty knife, then use a mixture of dish soap and water to clean the area. Gently scrub with a soft-bristled brush, rinse, and repeat if necessary. Gathering Necessary Supplies Before you start the process of removing acrylic paint from wood, it's important to gather all the necessary supplies. Having everything on hand will save you time and ensure a smooth removal process. Here are the supplies you'll need: - Isopropyl alcohol or denatured alcohol - Clean cloth or sponge - Plastic wrap or aluminum foil - Plastic scraper or putty knife - Neutral soap or detergent - Water - Vinegar (optional) - Fine-grit sandpaper (optional) - Protective gloves Having these supplies ready will help you to seamlessly tackle the task at hand. Protecting The Surrounding Area Before you get started with removing the acrylic paint, it's crucial to protect the surrounding area to prevent any damage. Even the most skilled painters can have accidents, so it's better to be safe than sorry. Here's how you can protect the area around the painted wood surface: - Cover the floor or work surface with plastic sheets or drop cloths to catch any spills or drips. - If the wood is near furniture or other objects, considering covering them or moving them out of the way to avoid any accidental damage. - Apply painter's tape along the edges of the painted wood to create a barrier and prevent the paint from spreading. - Consider using old newspapers or cardboard to create a protective layer under the wood surface. By taking the time to properly protect the surrounding area, you can ensure that your paint removal process goes smoothly without any unintended consequences. Remember, preparation is key when it comes to removing acrylic paint from wood. By gathering all the necessary supplies and protecting the surrounding area effectively, you can set yourself up for success and make the process easier and more efficient.

Techniques For Removing Acrylic Paint

Acrylic paint can add a vibrant pop of color to any wooden surface, but what happens when you need to remove it? Don't worry, we've got you covered with several effective techniques for removing acrylic paint from wood. Whether you prefer using heat and scraping, applying solvents, or using sandpaper, there's a method that suits your preferences and the needs of your project. Read on to discover how to easily remove acrylic paint without damaging the wood. Using Heat And Scraping One of the most widely used methods for removing acrylic paint from wood is using heat and scraping. This technique involves softening the paint with heat and then gently scraping it away. Here's how you can do it: - Preheat an iron on a low setting. - Place a cloth or paper towel over the painted area. - Gently press the heated iron onto the cloth, moving it around in circular motions for about 10-15 seconds. This will help soften the paint. - Quickly remove the cloth and use a plastic scraper or a blunt knife to scrape off the softened paint. Be careful not to scratch the wood. - If there are any stubborn traces of paint left, repeat the process until the wood surface is clean. Applying Solvents When heat and scraping don't do the trick, you can turn to solvents to remove acrylic paint from wood. Solvents help break down and dissolve the paint, making it easier to wipe away. Follow these steps to effectively use solvents: - Choose a suitable solvent, such as rubbing alcohol or mineral spirits. Make sure to test a small, inconspicuous area first to ensure it won't damage the wood. - Dampen a cloth or sponge with the chosen solvent. - Gently rub the cloth or sponge on the painted area, applying gentle pressure. The solvent will start to loosen the paint. - Continue to wipe away the dissolved paint with a clean cloth or sponge. You may need to repeat the process several times to remove all the paint. - Once the paint is completely removed, clean the wood surface with mild soap and water to eliminate any residue. Using Sandpaper If you're dealing with a thicker layer of acrylic paint or if the above methods don't completely remove the paint, using sandpaper can help you achieve a smooth and paint-free wood surface. Here's how to do it: - Select sandpaper with a grit suitable for your needs. Coarse grits (60-80) are effective for removing thick layers of paint, while fine grits (120-220) are ideal for smoothing out the wood surface. - Wrap the sandpaper around a sanding block or use it with your hand. - Sand the painted area in a gentle, circular motion. Be careful not to apply too much pressure, as it may damage the wood. - Continue sanding until the paint is completely removed and the wood appears smooth. - Wipe away any residual paint and sanding dust with a clean cloth. When it comes to removing acrylic paint from wood, these techniques can help you achieve excellent results. Whether you opt for using heat and scraping, applying solvents, or using sandpaper, be sure to take the necessary precautions to protect yourself and the wood surface. Now that you're equipped with these techniques, you can confidently tackle any paint removal project.

Cleanup And Final Steps

Once you have successfully removed the majority of acrylic paint from your wood surface, it's time to move on to the cleanup and final steps. Follow these important guidelines to ensure your wood is clean, restored, and protected for future use. Removing Residue From The Wood Surface While you may have already removed most of the acrylic paint, it's common for some residue to remain on the wood surface. To get rid of any leftover paint and ensure a smooth finish, you can use various methods: - Warm soapy water: Create a solution of warm water and a mild soap. Use a sponge or soft cloth to gently scrub the affected area in circular motions. Rinse the surface thoroughly and pat it dry. - Vinegar: Mix equal parts of white vinegar and water. Dampen a cloth with the solution and gently rub the residue until it loosens. Rinse the wood and dry it with a clean cloth. - Rubbing alcohol: Moisten a cloth or cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and carefully dab it onto the leftover paint. Gently scrub the area until the residue is removed. Wipe the wood clean with a damp cloth afterward. - Acetone: Apply a small amount of acetone to a cloth and use it to remove stubborn acrylic paint residue. Take caution when using acetone, as it may potentially damage the wood surface. Test it on a small, inconspicuous area before applying it to the entire surface. Sanding And Refinishing If the acrylic paint has left behind stubborn stains or marks on the wood, sanding and refinishing can help restore its original appearance. Follow these steps: - Sand the surface: Use fine-grit sandpaper to gently sand the affected area, moving in the direction of the wood grain. This will help remove any remaining paint and smoothen the wood surface. - Clean and dust: After sanding, wipe the wood clean with a damp cloth to remove any dust or debris. Ensure the surface is completely dry before moving on to the next step. - Apply a wood finish: Depending on your preference, you can choose to apply wood stain or varnish to protect and enhance the appearance of the wood. Follow the manufacturer's instructions and apply the finish evenly using a brush or cloth. Allow it to dry thoroughly before using the wood. Protecting The Wood For Future Use To ensure your wood remains protected from acrylic paint and other damages in the future, consider taking these measures: - Apply a sealant: Once the wood finish has dried, consider applying a clear sealant for extra protection. This will create a barrier between the wood and any potential spills or stains. - Use protective mats or coasters: When placing objects or containers on the wood surface, use mats or coasters to prevent any direct contact with paint or other substances. - Regular cleaning: Clean your wood regularly using a gentle cleaner and a soft cloth to remove any dirt or grime. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive tools that can damage the wood. - Store items properly: If you need to store items on the wood surface, ensure they are placed in a way that minimizes the risk of spills or leaks. Consider using trays or containers to contain any potential mess. By following these steps and maintaining proper care for your wood, you can ensure its longevity and beauty even after encountering accidental acrylic paint spills.

Frequently Asked Questions For How To Get Acrylic Paint Off Wood

How Do You Get Dried Acrylic Paint Off Wood? To remove dried acrylic paint from wood, you can gently scrape it off using a plastic scraper or a credit card. If the paint is stubborn, try moistening it with warm soapy water and then scrape it off. Avoid using harsh chemicals or excessive force to prevent damage to the wood surface. What Removes Dried Acrylic Paint? To remove dried acrylic paint, use isopropyl alcohol or denatured alcohol. Soak a cloth or sponge in the alcohol and scrub the paint until it loosens. You can also use a scraping tool or a razor blade to gently scrape off the paint. Is Acrylic Paint Permanent On Wood? Yes, acrylic paint is permanent on wood. It adheres well, dries quickly, and creates a strong bond. Does Acrylic Paint Peel Off Wood? Yes, acrylic paint can peel off wood if it is not properly prepared or sealed. It is essential to clean and prime the wood surface before applying the acrylic paint to ensure good adhesion. Adding a protective top coat can also help prevent peeling.

Conclusion

Acrylic paint spills on wood can be a nightmare, but with these simple steps, you can easily remove it without causing damage. Remember to act quickly and use the right materials, like rubbing alcohol or acetone, to gently dissolve the paint. With patience and a gentle touch, your wood surface will be restored to its original state in no time. So don't panic when accidents happen – just follow these steps and say goodbye to acrylic paint stains for good. Read the full article

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