Q Dunn

Polymer clay and resin artist~. Find more on by searching KermodeSnowBear on Instagram, Facebook, and Etsy~. Message me for custom orders.

[kaida93]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

All’s Faire In Love And War

When Nino and Adrien spend the day at a renaissance faire, the last thing Nino expects to find is love.

@brushtail Happy Secret Santa!! I hope you enjoy! @mlsecretsanta

[kermodesnowbear]

With the holidays just around the corner, I've got a little something for you all~ 10% off any item bought through my Etsy page! Just follow the link below~. That can be anything already listed, or a custom order. Just use the code HAPPYHOLIDAYS

https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/KermodeSnowBear?coupon=HAPPYHOLIDAYSKSB

[kermodesnowbear]

What kind/brand of resin do you use; uv curing, 2-part epoxy, polyester with catalyst? And what about the gloss for your clay pieces? I live in Tassie too and would like to try out a new craft but it's hard to find the materials.

I'm happy to help you out~ message me and I can send you all the links! I mostly shop online.

[kermodesnowbear]

Can't resist the dancing colours from holo glitter ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

[angelicspaceprince]

So now that I’ve finally had the time, I’d like to take a second to rave about an amazing artist who managed to (in less than half a week) make me a massive custom order in time for Halloween (yes, I know, Halloween was over a week ago. I’ve been busy. Sue me)

@kermodesnowbear made me numerous high quality and gorgeous charms, earrings and pendants ready for October 31st that suit my incredibly weird nature, from delicious looking burgers and donuts (because why not, but would not encourage consumption) to anatomical eyes, brains and hearts (again, would not encourage consumption) Kermodesnowbear is an amazing vendor and a fantastic person to discuss custom works with.

Her Etsy can be found here: https://etsy.me/2AUJFGE

Keep your eyes out for her and check out her store if you get a chance!

Pictured:

Poison apple set

Burger set

Ghost studs and hooks

Cat head studs

Candy corn studs

Bat studs

Skull studs

Eyeball hooks

Lazy cat studs

Moon studs

Potion studs

Donut set

Anatomical jar set

Jack o Lantern studs

Pumpkin studs

Zombie set

Moon choker

Coffin choker

Gravestone hooks

Sparkley green moon pendant

Not pictured:

Star studs

Another set of gravestone hooks

[kermodesnowbear]

Thank you so much for the review ^.^ I'm so happy that you like everything!!!

[kermodesnowbear]

The end of season two of Miraculous Ladybug was AWESOME!!! So awesome, I had to make these akuma 🦋 and Chat 🐱 Noir earrings~~

Stainless steel studs, and resin. $8 AUD +shipping

[kermodesnowbear]

🖤🧟‍♂️ not so fresh, but they make great earrings! These creepy zombie bits are made of polymer clay and mounted on nickel free earring hooks 🧟‍♂️🖤

Find me on Facebook, Etsy, and Instagram~

[kermodesnowbear]

Happy Halloween!!! 🖤🧡🖤 "Here lay the fucks I used to give" is a pair of gravestone shaped earrings from a recent order! Made with polymer clay and resin, the hooks are nickel free 🧡🖤🧡

Contact me for custom orders.

Find me on Instagram, Facebook, and Etsy~

[kaida93]

Halloween is fast approaching 🧡🖤🧡 more spoopy pieces will be available soon~~

[timeywimeytwins]

Deep Inertia

With Hawkmoth defeated and Emilie returned to them, one might think that our heroes’ lives might return to normal. But six years later they find themselves facing a far darker foe.

Have a taster~~~

Prologue:

The knock at the front door woke the entire household. It was in the early hours of the morning that all five members of the Kurtzberg family trundled out of their rooms to the entrance of their home. Nathanael’s father threw open the door just as Nino’s hand raised to knock again.

“What?!” the older man screamed. “Do you know what fucking time it is?”

“S-sorry, sir,” Nino managed to utter, glancing behind the man. His eyes landed on his ginger friend, short and obvious towards the back of the group. “I need to talk to Nath. Like, now. Seriously.”

His expression was grave, despite the aggressive man looming over him and reeking of stale alcohol. He only realised then that he should have been more careful about getting Nathanael’s attention. Shit.

As the man opened his mouth to scream at Nino again, Nathanael spoke up, diverting his attention.

“Sorry, Dad. I…” he started. “We’re going. I… I’ll stay at Nino’s tonight, don’t worry about me,” then he sprinted to his room for a coat and his phone. Seconds later he was squeezing his way through his family and outside to Nino, when the door was promptly slammed behind him. Nathanael cringed at the noise.

“Sorry, dude,” Nino said, dejected and looking at the ground. He scuffed his shoe against the concrete step.

“It’s okay,” Nathanael replied softly and tugged his friend away from the house, away from the slightly warm hearth and only the bitterly cold streets. “He would’ve found something else to yell about soon anyway.”

The two walked aimlessly, dawdling along the street in silence. Each breath was visible in the freezing air and the cold bit into Nathanael’s pyjamas. Some nights were like these. One would turn up at the other’s and with no explanation needed, they’d wander for hours. Eventually the problem arose and they spoke, but before then the quietness of night and the company of a close friend was all that was needed.

Tonight seemed a little different though. After roughly an hour or more of aimlessness, the city clock chiming to let them know, Nino’s steps gained a purpose. He lead Nathanael wordlessly through the city, mostly through oddly placed back streets and around endless corners, as if he didn’t want anyone following them. They circled a block of shops before Nino slipped down one last alley and let them inside.

What was strange to Nathanael was that Nino had a key. It wasn’t just a normal key; it was old brass that slid into the keyhole noisily before the door creaked open.

“Where are we, Nino?” Nathanael asked curiously, letting his eyes adjust to the dark before peering around. The room they were in seemed to be filled with bottles and bottles, Asian lettered labels marked the shelves in an order that Nathanael couldn’t understand. Nino lead him out and into a room, a springy floor beneath his feet and mostly bare.

Nino finally flicked on a light, though Nathanael didn’t know how as he was standing right next to the brunet. The room was flooded with light and it took several moments to blink the blindness from his eyes.

The room was home to Chinese paper screens, cutting the room in half, and a small table that sat only inches from the bamboo floor.

“My pa’s place,” Nino answered. He left Nathanael where he stood and went to a tiny stove which he lit and started heating water. “Well, he was my God father. Not my actual pa.”

“I didn’t know you had one,” Nathanael replied, frowning ever so slightly at this new information. It wasn’t like Nino to keep secrets.

“Sorry, dude. There’s a lot you don’t know actually,” Nino revealed. Moments later he was moving to sit cross-legged on a cushion at the table.

Nathanael stayed quiet as he joined his friend. Nino would talk in his own time, Nath knew that.

The water boiled before Nino resumed talking. He brought a large teapot to the table and sat back down as it brewed. Nathanael watched the steam rise.

“Hawkmoth’s dead,” Nino stated flatly several minutes later. His voice snapped Nathanael out of his own mind and confusing marred his features.

“What?”

“Hawkmoth. He’s dead. Kinda,” Nino explained. “Dead usually means there’s a body, eh? Nah, he’s just… nothing. He’s nothing now. I watched him turn into nothing.”

Nathanael couldn’t answer. His lips hung open in a sort of numb acknowledgment.

“And my pa. Fu, his name was Fu. He’s dead too,” Nino continued, starting to ramble because everything in his mind was still jumbled up, despite the event happening days ago. Nino still hadn’t come to terms with it all.

“Hold up,” Nathanael cut in. “Your God father was Hawkmoth?”

“No, no, dude,” Nino quickly stopped him. “Adrien’s pa was Hawkmoth. Which is honestly the biggest twist of the century!”

“So, two people are dead?” Nathanael asked, piecing small things together very haphazardly. “Adrien’s dad and your God father? Were they working together or…? Maybe you should start at the start, Ni.”

Nino sucked in a breath between his teeth as he tried to mentally retrace all the way back to the beginning of the entire mess.  He lifted the teapot, now brewed, with shaky hands and Nathanael had to take over before Nino spilt the tea all over the table.

“Okay,” Nino uttered as he watched the tea stream from pot to his Hello Kitty mug which seemed oddly out of place in the Chinese styled room.

“So, Chat Noir got abducted, remember that?” Nino started slowly. “Yeah, anyway, turns out he was living with Hawkmoth all this time, and Hawkmoth found out who he was…”

Alya was the first to find out. It was an email that she nearly overlooked, disregarding it as spam until she noticed the attachments. There was an array of images shakily taken, as well as a video that Alya was wary to click on. But she did, and she was greeted with something worse than she dared to have imagined.

Adrien Agreste lay slumped against a handrail in a room lit only by afternoon sun, handcuffed by one wrist to a metal rung. Behind him was a glass chamber, over grown with moss and ivy. But what Alya focused on was that the video was being shot in selfie mode, curtesy of one incredibly evil butterfly.

“Greetings, Miss Césaire,” the villain crooned, a smirk covering what little of his face the mask didn’t hide.

“As you can see, I have your young friend here. Now, I don’t want anything bad to happen to him, but you must understand, Miss Césaire. I need his miraculous and he refuses to renounce it. He’s left me with little choice.”

The video shook as Hawkmoth reangled the camera. Adrien filled the screen. He weakly looked up at his captor, then straight into the lens. His lips moved wordlessly before he slumped again with a painful gasp.

“I need you to show this to Ladybug. You’ll do that for me, won’t you? If you don’t I’m afraid Chat Noir won’t last the night. When Ladybug makes her plans, reply to this email. Don’t bother trying to trace it, you’ll only waste the cat’s time,” Hawkmoth added with a scoff.

“The police will be useless, by the way. I have magic they could never fathom. And be sure Ladybug hands over her miraculous, or the world can say ‘bye bye, pretty kitty.’”

Read the ongoing fanfic on AO3

[kaida93]

A sketch for my wife @milkater ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 pen. I haven’t drawn in MONTHS!

[kermodesnowbear]

A small selection of charms, earrings, and necklace pendants I've made in the past few months~

[kermodesnowbear]

Gudetama shaker pendant~!!

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[kermodesnowbear]

Songs For Lost Souls

Matilda and The Addams Family crossover fanfiction~

I won a writing competition with this!! ^.^ AO3 is KermodeSnowBear for this and others!

~~Wednesday's eyes darted to the card she now held in her black lacquered fingers. “Wormwood,” she mused aloud. “What a lovely name.”~~

The black parasol was dipped and folded as its owner stepped inside out of the obnoxious sunlight. She peered around the thin store that reached deep into the block it sat on, at the shelves of books that towered above her, and toward the thinly framed creature whom wobbled on a precariously placed ladder.

“Excuse me,” Wednesday announced her presence, and the woman startled from her work. She turned, a hand poised against the book she had just replaced.

“Hello,” the store owner greeted before she slid down the ladder rails and approached the customer. “How can I help you?”

“I need a book,” Wednesday said. “It's a rare monograph of pre-classicism period summoning rituals. And no, I do not wish to spend never-ending hours sifting through the inaccuracies and grossly imagined fabrications that the human race has turned the internet into.”

The store owner blinked twice before a kind smile found her lips. She stepped around Wednesday and toward the checkout, which doubled as a desk piled high with volumes.

“And the name of this study?” she asked once she held a pen over paper.

“Carmina in animabus pereunt,” Wednesday offered with a perfectly trained accent. The bookkeep wrote swiftly, both the Latin and English name Wednesday noted.

“I'll put my feelers out,” the brunette woman replied, the smile still lighting up her features.

“You have antennae?” Wednesday excitedly asked. There was barely a brow raised, yet her tone rose by half a note.

“Oh, no. It's a colloquialism, a common phrase of speech.”

The gothic woman visibly deflated, but she should have known better. Normals were simply too far spread in the world that it was hard to find anyone of interest.

“Of course,” she replied with a sullen disposition.  

“I'll let you know should someone with such stops by,” the woman promised.

Wednesday lifted her gaze back up and her lips curled. “I'd appreciate that. Interesting folk don't make themselves easily noticed.”

The brunette paused her speech for half a moment. “Can I have your cell number?”

“Why would you want it?” Wednesday asked.

“So I can text you when your book arrives.”

“Ah. We have a problem there. I don't carry a phone with me. I have a butler to take my messages though. You can call the house.”

A moment was taken to scribble down the strangely long phone number, and the store owner the plucked a business card from her desk. “Perhaps, given time, you might find me interesting,” she suggested as she offered the card to Wednesday. “Or you don't have to. That's your prerogative.”

Wednesday's eyes darted to the card she now held in her black lacquered fingers. “Wormwood,” she mused aloud. “What a lovely name.”

“I inherited it so I can't take all the credit,” the woman Wednesday now knew as Matilda laughed.

Wednesday only showed her appreciation for the joke with a tiny, brief twerk of her lips. Where most people would take her reaction as awkward and stifling, Matilda only continued to smile.

“Wormwood,” Wednesday hummed. “Uses include quelling stomach pains, excellent for the gallbladder, and possibly linked to treating liver disease. It's also used to increase sexual desire.” Her gaze flickered up and down Matilda’s form pointedly. She wasn't expecting the woman's response.

“And with enough time and treated correctly can be brewed into an intoxicating beverage. Side effects include dizzying hallucinations and an all round amazing experience. You should try it.”

“You, or the absinthe?”  

“That's up to your own volition,” Matilda replied. This time Wednesday smiled, haunting as the expression was. As normal as this woman had first appeared, Matilda was quickly becoming fascinating to the Addams’ spawn.

“Suppose I say yes,” Wednesday started, earning a larger grin from the brunette. “And you quickly find that my melancholic personality is too much to endure. You yourself become drenched in my dejected aura so much that another day on this wretched earth would be beyond harrowing. You become so loathing of everything, including yourself, that you couldn't bear to take another step in any direction but that of your own grave, despite knowing that even there you cannot escape me. What then?”

Matilda, eyes wide with emotion from listening to the pure poetry spilling from Wednesday's lips, didn't miss a beat. “I've experienced worse.”

“You should know my last bedfellow angered me so, that I chained him to his own bed.”

“Then tell me what he did wrong so I might learn from it.”

Wednesday studied Matlida’s expression for a very long moment. There was simply something different about the woman, something alluring and enchanting, something Wednesday hadn't come across before. Past lovers were usually fleeting and frequent, she had never found one worth keeping. They either couldn't appreciate her as she was, or were too easily walked all over. Wednesday liked a partner with… with tenacity.

“You have my number,” she said instead of answering the posed question. She turned on her heel so Matilda wouldn't see her smile wider. She made her way for the door. “Ask for Wednesday.”

[kermodesnowbear]

Brains in jars~~~ A science experiment you can wear!

[kermodesnowbear]

Who's a gamer here? Game controllers and Gameboys, some in pride colours and some in simple colours~ custom colours upon request! $6AUD +shipping, free phone strap!

[kermodesnowbear]

Hey, listen~! These Navi charms are glow in the dark and super adorable. $6AUD plus postage, free phone strap!