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あんたは本当に背が高いね、間久部くん。

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Rkgk

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Makuja

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wake up everyone dia served again wehehe (someone please remind me to draw this out)

dumping here an unfinished funny little thing featuring demon! patrick & witchy elf! gerard purely light hearted that @grayvineyard made me write em once and their every wish is my command 🙇🏻‍♀️

There was a bell sounding like a twinkle of stars carried around in the translucent wings of fairies, coming from outside the cottage, and Gerard sprung up from their seat, a frantic look of panic on their face.

“Shit! It’s my brother.” They hissed, turning their head to look over the open space of the sunroom.

“Great.” Patrick drawled out sarcastically with a roll of eyes, crossing his arms and tapping his foot in annoyance. It was bad enough dealing with one, but now there appeared to be two of them.

He watched as they hurried around, pushing the evidence of his summoning anywhere they could fit to hide. Annoyance turned to full blown offense when the salt that made up the circle with his invocation sigils was swiped into a dustpan. Patrick loathed the composition but still, its deserved more respect than a fucking dustpan. He could see leaves and hairs still in that thing, for Satan’s sake!

“Quick, quick, quick.” Gerard urged, as he kicked the ancient copy of Clavicula Salomonis.

Seemed like they had gotten their elvish hands on one of the well copied Latin versions. Those had a few working conjurations on them, and were overall a pain in the ass. Patrick thought he had gotten rid of all the legit ones in the early 14th century, when suddenly a broad arrange of nobodies were summoning him out of the blue all day long.

Great.

“On the cauldron!” They gestured to the cauldron in question, ancient, with the iron black and full of grooves in its worn down, frenzied as they checked the place for any incriminating evidence of black magic.

“Excuse me?” He hissed back, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. Surely this low grade, wannabe warlock, is not asking him to get into a cauldron.

“Please, please get into the cauldron.” They begged, looking desperate.

“I’m not getting into the fucking cauldron!” He seethed, “Also. I wouldn’t fucking fit!”

“You can transform yourself, right? Be a snake, curl up in there. Just until my brother goes away. Please.”

“I am a Lord of Hell. I have commanded legions choke full of the most vile, despicably depraved demons the fiery pits of damnation can conceive.” He argues with hatred, face twisted inhumanly, eyes glowing, the very same fires he came from rising from his stomach to engulf his very presence.

“You can be Lord of Hell in the cauldron, maybe?” Gerard suggests gently, wincing like it pains them but still trying to coax the demon towards the pot.

The chiming bells sounded again, impatient, and it was only the force of the binding spell that moved Patrick towards the damn thing.

He wasn’t going down without a fight, though, so he stepped into it, but all the while muttering angrily to let Gerard know his displeasure.

“Fucking summonings. It wasn’t enough with the witches, now I also have to deal with fucking elfs? Just dandy. I am a busy entity, you know? Seemssso fucking eassy being commander of the undead armies, but you deal with the goddamn paperwork, being interrupted by half asssed invocationss and whatnot-” His voice grew more hissing, until his form wasn’t any longer a man standing ridiculously inside of a medium sized witch cauldron (not owned by a witch) but rather a white snake with red eyes barely dirtied by the ashes inside. Did the elf just never clean that thing?

Meanwhile, Gerard opened the front door to find a frown on their brother’s face.

“What took you so long?” He complained before they could say hello, or anything for that matter.

“Uh…” They faltered under Mikey’s scrutiny, “I was summoning a demon?”

With a click of his tongue and a roll of eyes, Mikey pushed past them into the house.

“Whatever.” He said sarcastically, going straight through towards the kitchen.

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My pathetic little meow meow...

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Patrick(s)

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I'm back on tumblr with a bunch of Peterick doodles hell yeah‼️

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遊ぼ‼️

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Them mimimimi

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Pray for the wicked

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54th Annual Hunger Games victor Gerard Way's parade outfit.

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Based on @cryptophasiac 's fic "Foxes Hunt the Hounds" on AO3. I've just finished reading your fic yesterday and was bawling my eyes out BUT anw I enjoyed every bits of the story, and I'm so in love with your writing!! Hope you like this lil doodle of Gee in his parade outfit that I did🙏

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MARK ROTHKO, UNTITLED, 1968, ACRYLIC ON PAPER

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Did a piece for @ourlawyerzine !!👀 Had sm fun working with such amazing team this year🏃‍♂️✨️

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embarrassingly long post incoming but i have a quastion. can anyone who knows stuff about tailoring/clothing design speak on gerard’s suit jackets from the last leg of the mcr tour because i know in an interview marina toybina said she was really particular about those outfits and i feel like there is some cool & kind of unusual work there but i am So uneducated.

like they obvs have lots of waist suppression for thee lovely hourglass silhouette but another thing i noticed is that i feel like both men’s & women’s suit jackets are meant to lay as flat as possible across the chest as a sign of a Good Fit and these tend to not do that. they have the top half of what i saw one random website call “the dreaded X” creases that form around the button when the fit is too tight, but they don’t actually seem to be too tight because the lapels don’t pull way to the sides with arm movement like you’d see for even a good fit (i think…?)

it looks like the button has a kind of medium to low position with the waist taken in far enough that it has to ride up higher than usual to close (or at least rides up super easily, idk, this is my Guess), creating an excess of fabric around the lapels that either folds over or sticks out forwards

and it does this without deforming the shoulders/collar & also while keeping the lower front panels nice and flat—there’s extra fabric in the one area, but everywhere else the structure of the jacket is maintained. which is alllll to say this seems to me like a kind of subtle, “natural” way to add volume to a flat chest without using methods that would be read as drag or otherwise costume-y within the context of a stage performance, like padded undergarments or smth like that.

soo i am wondering if any of you think this is at all a plausible explanation for how the jackets are designed to fit and the illusion they’re meant to create or if it’s probably unintentional slash just a side effect of the jackets being manipulated by arm movements etc.. or if it is in fact possible but being achieved a different way, like with the darts. or if i’m just pointing out the obvious ?! maybe this is just how women’s suit jackets fit & move?

either way… wow what lovely work thank you marina toybina for Everything

(first two pics are by justinmaphoto and then gavin lloyd(?), last pic is by david watson, the others i’m not sure abt im so so sorry they’re from the dregs of my camera roll)

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Been abandoned this AU for too long lol

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Hi! My VGen commission is open atm! Likes/reblogs are appreciated!

Link to my VGen: https://vgen.co/grayvineyard

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Manic pixie dream girl pw ig lol