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[storyweaverofgondor]

Greaseball Redesign

This was done in a similar vain to my Rusty Redesign.

My main idea for this is that, since Greaseball's song is called Pumping Iron, to make him look as muscular as possible. For that, really leaned into the idea of padding and optical illusion. Unlike with Rusty where i really built out his lower arms and legs, i built Greaseball out in the upper arms and thighs. Subtly though, because nothing is more distracting then an obvious muscle suit. I have the front of the costume give a really strong 'V' to really lean into the muscle man idea as well. I also had the design on the chest give strong 'pecs and abs'. I also gave him pauldrons that are very broad and stick out a bit to really give him a broad shouldered appearance.

While looking at pics of Greaseball i found one of OG GB that does something fun with the pants that i like and decided to lean into that with a bit of my own flair. This would A) allow for a lot of extra padding to really bulk a performer out on the outer thighs. and B) frame the booty. Because is it really an ALW musical if the Elvis impression isn't a bit horny? Got to show off the butt!

The back is also structured to really give that 'V' shape from behind. The design on the back is A) to really emphasize the shape and B) give him a strong 'Murica vibe.

I did his makeup to give the impression of chiseled features at a distance

I gave Greaseball rectangular sunglasses to emulate the rectangular windscreens in all the pictures of diesel engines i used for reference.

I really wanted to give the impression that Greaseball is gilded. He's shining gold and black with a few red accents. I really wanted to give the impression that he is a fancy and powerful racing engine. Unlike Rusty's dull orange, Greaseball would glow under a spotlight.

Like with Rusty i wanted to incorporate the microphone into the design.

I really had fun with this one. I would love to hear what you all think.

@tending-the-hearth @goblinlovesmusicals

[gbees-nonsense-realm]

Everything about my name is a hysterical train wreck of punchlines

My first name is based on a fan post about a trans guy who names himself dick, my first middle name is engraved wrong on a mug I grew way too attached to, my second middle name was someone's mishearing of my first name that I liked, and my last name shouldn't even be my last name because my mom divorced the man who had it before I was ever conceived

[tewwor-moving]

@chateautangerine

Awfully cryptic, wasn't it? Truly spooktacular and he deals with the esoteric almost daily. Well, biweekly now. Being extra thorough with the runes and wards have done wonders for the past year.

As sure Reinaldo is with his place in the world, he's almost too frightened to peek at the paper. Some part of him is already convinced it'll have an even more mysterious message scrawled. You only have x amount of days left to live, or something like that. But he sucks in half a breath. Lets it out as a gentle chuckle to cover up the nerves. Then he looks.

Goosebumps prickle his skin. How was his visit predicted? It wasn't like he had the intention of doing so lurking in his mind. Nothing about this place ever existed before opening that pantry door... and yet, he is very much, in fact, here.

Just as the man said.

Stricken speechless, there's a faulty wire between brain and mouth; for he flaps his lips a few times without a single sound. "I, uh— huh?" If he wasn't confused before, he certainly was now. So much so that he even turns to look behind. Was that invitation for him? Surely not.

Right?

The space around and between them remains empty, though. No matter where he looks, it's just him and.. Reinaldo glances at that plaque again. "Cliff, um.. dinner?" Now the nerves truly hit. Plastic crinkles even more under a tightened grip. "Last I ate it, uh.." Shit, when was his last meal? "Huh. Guess I could eat, sure."

'Why wasn't it a success?' A voice from the television. It warbles and muffles, echoes like a TV in a vacant pool room. Cliff looks down.

"At least you're here now," he says, small and earnest.

Sat in in his chair, wrists crossed over his belly. There are no guests in the lobby. No shuffling of footsteps. There are only oil paintings—people watching through windows—and a plaque that reads 'CLIFF BAILEY' in gold. He finally moves in his seat, and around a cigarette, with an airy sigh, says, "The Tangerine."

He slips an eight-by-five inch of paper across the desk. Resoundingly, it reads:

'WELCOME to the CHÂTEAU DE LA TANGERINE [stop] Please be advised that all services, accommodations, and facilities are to be made free throughout this esteemed Guest's occupancy of the premises. 

You have been recognized as: GUEST #57E'

Dated today.

Cliff sets keys next to the telegram—"This is yours," he barely murmurs, the dangling tag reading '57E'—and settles back into his chair with a soft and nasally exhale, his eyes anchored to a fixed point of nothing. Then, this stranger. He has dog food in his hands. A not-quite smile. 

The television warbles, silences and, suddenly, Cliff opens his mouth. 

"Will you have dinner with me?" he wonders. He sits up, jacket on his shoulders, and rises to leave.

[sosuperawesome]

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[kendardarkmoon]

Once Upon A Time

This is for @thepenultimateword's Song-Story Extravaganza! I got the song "The Moss" by Cosmo Sheldrake from @gbees-nonsense-realm.

Hero gently closed the door, then leaned against it with a sigh. Today had been long, and they desperately needed some time to relax. Thankfully, if the giggles they could hear from Child's room were any indicator, it wouldn't be hard to achieve.

After taking a few minutes to get changed, Hero knocked on Child's door before opening it, a smile on their face. "Getting along well I see, Villain. Told you you'd make a great babysitter."

The criminal stuck their tongue out at them as they balanced Child on one knee, an illustrated storybook holding the latter's attention. "Only because I've had to babysit you so many times, Hero," they replied. Hero chuckled, moving into the room as Child noticed their presence and squealed in delight, reaching for them. After a hug, they turned around in Hero's arms and pointed back at Villain. "Boo'!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hero gasped in mock horror. "Villain, are you reading scary stories to my precious angel?" The other rolled their eyes, though they couldn't suppress a smile.

"Would that were so, you goofball. They just want me to read the last story about the 'Old Woman Who Lived in the Shoe.' It's just that they insist it's a boot," they said, glancing at Child and pointedly emphasizing the "T" in the word. Child only giggled before starting to chant "Boo', boo', boo'!"

Hero's own smile widened as they took a seat next to Villain on the bed, tucking Child in as they did so. "Well, you're not gonna keep them waiting, right Villain? Besides," they continued, smile growing teasing "it's one of my favorite stories too."

Villain sighed dramatically, but turned accordingly to the start of the story, smile still upon their face and something fond glowing in their eyes. "All right, all right, but no interruptions!" Taking a deep breath, they positioned themself so that Hero and Child could see the illustrations before putting on their best reading voice.

"Once upon a time..."

[soda-sparkss]

@gbees-nonsense-realm

here's what the original shark looked like

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

MY HEART!! This was so sweet and omg the tension and that bit of hope!!! *chefs kiss*

A Star Shines

Side Scene One

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He was so cold. Of course, Essaira couldn’t truly blame him for it; neither of them had wanted to marry and naturally the first time they ever met was the celebratory ball the day before their wedding. Toun stirred his tea with a tight frown. Her heart ached at the thought of living her life near someone who very much didn’t want her there. Foolish as it was, Essaira wanted her husband to care for her.

“My Lord?” Toun reluctantly met her eyes. “Do you hate me?” The question seemed to startle him. His eyebrows raised slightly. After a pregnant pause he sighed deeply and put the tea down.

“It is not that I hate you my Lady, but rather the positions we were forced into.” She tried to keep tears back. His tone made it seem like it weren’t true. And how could she blame him? Her family had made it clear there wasn’t a choice for him when they had decided to skip courting all together and simply force the union for their own gains.

Essaira looked out over the new estate they’d been given by her parents. The lands were bare, the home clearly not lived in for long. This wasn’t what either of them wanted.

Toun looked as well. “I had found someone I wished to court before the deal was made. I suppose I am bitter for it; having the chance ripped away from me.” She held back the need to watch him. He was never so open. “I know nothing about you and I‘m not fond of being forced to such a close relationship with someone I’ve barely spoken with…and yet I find I care not to ask a thing about you.”

Essaira couldn’t stop the tears that slipped out. Was he never going to even try to let her be more than a decorational wife? Someone that showed he was married when he was out in social gatherings but was left completely alone when they returned to the cold seclusion of the manor that felt so empty even though it was bustling with servants? She swallowed down the lump that was forming in her throat.

Toun could be loving; she had seen how he acted with others and the warmth was overwhelming. The smiles that lit up the room, the loose way he subconsciously leaned towards the people talking, even the lingering hold he gave his mother when he saw her were all so so warm. But when she walked into the room it went cold as winter’s vice.

Oh how Essaira longed for Toun’s warmth to stay. His warmth was…it was just what she wanted to feel near her husband. Like a hearth that was there for a calming rest during an otherwise stormy journey, taking the ache from a weary traveler’s bones, almost breathing life back into them.

Essaira needed it so much she had resorted to hiding out of his sight just to soak a little of it in. Keeping her presence a secret so she could desperately pretend that maybe a little of his happiness might be for her someday was startlingly easy. But asking for it was another question.

Could she ever do that when the man she was wed to tried his best to keep from her? The bitter side of herself said no…and yet…

Slowly her head turned to the man who had gone back to his tea during her venture in her own thoughts. “I really want to love you.” She whispered into the space between them, feeling distinctly like she had placed her hand on a chopping block. “I would be honored if you allowed me to do so.”

Toun didn’t look at her. “I fear I may never love you; is it fair of me to let you care for me when I might not return the feelings?” Essaira scrunched her nose. Something about that sentence set off her rarely seen temper and she set her tea down a bit more forcefully than necessary. He jumped visibly.

“Is it fair of you to push your anger at my parents onto me when I truly have done no wrongs to you?” Her sharp tone made the man flinch. Guilt flashed his features for a moment, just a short moment, but it was there.

“I wasn’t fond of this arrangement either. I had no choice in this, and I suppose I never did, but I have every right to want to love the man I was given to, don’t I? Unfair is not you letting me attempt to care; it is taking the last of my choices away because you had one of yours taken first.”

Silence blanketed the small tea room. She waited. For what she wasn’t sure but she still did. Toun only watched his cup. They sat there until steam no longer rose into the air and the sun started dipping below the horizon; signaling that it was near supper time.

Essaira got to her feet. “I’m afraid I have no apatite tonight. I wish to be left alone, if I am even allowed that decision?” Nothing was said. She started striding to the door, forcing tears back. Cold…always cold…

“…wait…” The voice was almost missed. Her footfalls went silent as she did what he asked. For a moment there was nothing. Then; “…I want to love you too…”

And something was touching her hand that hung limp at her side. Essaira was gently turned around. Before she could process the hand holding she was against his chest with his arms keeping her there. Just like that the cold was banished from her very soul.

Essaira perhaps held a little too tight to his vest fabric as she tried to soak in as much of the warmth as she could so she could remember the feeling when he returned to being frigid.

In turn Toun’s hold on her made it hard to breathe, crushing her chest in a way that made it clear to her that maybe she wasn’t the only one who had longed for someone there. He didn’t comment on when she buried her face into the crook of his neck and started sobbing and she didn’t care to bring up that she felt his own tears falling into her hair.

Neither seemed to notice that they had somehow ended up seated on the floor. Essaira could feel his heartbeat. It was contrastingly rhythmic against his erratic breathing.

Could she find a place there? Was it possible to make this wonderful, overwhelming warmth stay? It was dark before either could speak. Toun rubbed her back with a caring touch that left her reeling. “I don’t think I can love you right away…”

Essaira was reminded of something her mother had once told her. She moved so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. Toun had such lovely eyes. They were a deep brown that seemed to see right into her very being with ease.

She idly wondered if he liked what he saw if they did. “Love is like a garden; we must tend to it. It starts with a few seeds and with the correct care they may grow into great trees or beautiful flowers, perhaps food to nourish us. Love never just appears one day. Like a garden it must grow.”

Toun gave her a smile, one of his sunshine and bright star smiles, before tilting his head. His hands moved to cup her cheeks. “In that case, would you care to grow a garden with me Essaira?” Her head went spinning. He had called her by name for the first time and it held none of the contempt he used when saying ‘my Lady’.

A fresh wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. They were gently brushed away by Toun’s thumbs as he patiently waited for her.

Essaira returned his smile. “I would love nothing more, my dear Toun.”

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[kayohhey]

Art commission for @gbees-nonsense-realm :D

[thepenultimateword]

Hi, uh it's been a while! You encouraged me to write my dark Supervillain x Scientist piece a while back. It took me time to finish it but I wanted to share the link in case you'd be interested. Mind the CWs if you do but no pressure to at all.

Thank you for encouraging me either way :)

https://www.tumblr.com/gbee-writes/732642763857936384/cw-multiple-mentions-of-child-deathmurder-and

Helloo! Thanks for sending me the finished fic! I really enjoyed reading it! It was so angsty but good! I think you did a great job at making Supervillain and scientists actually bad/morally questionable people like villains should be, but still relatable. Also, after discovering what the heroes did, I was so happy when Supervillain lost it!

[iamkittybarbie101]

ang Disney Princess layo og lasoy naa og Carcar Cebu City hehehe pakalit ra gbee og larga🛥️🛥️🛥️

Pakorea ta whahaha😂😂😂

[part-timenecromancer]

@gbees-nonsense-realm

Check out my ongoing comic Crow Time. It has crows, and also neat pantheons of epic beasties.

[gbees-nonsense-realm]

Google is so fucking useless at this point, this was the result for boys scene outfits

[gbeepk]

Pakistan's first female MMA fighter Anita Karim MMA victorious in ONE Warrior Series 10 against Estonia's Marie Ruumet. Read https://ift.tt/39TisCZ Explore more from Gilgit-Baltistan and Chitral at https://gbee.pk/ and https://urdu.gbee.pk

[imranhunzai]

The marks of failure: Go, go back and try the things differently only to find a new way to fail. (Hachindar Meadows, Hasanabad, Hunza)

[critterchitters-closedcaptions]

tehehehe :3c thank u for the tag!! very very fun!

hold on internal argument over if were making one based on the body or current fronters

i win, based on body c:<

@gbees-nonsense-realm @noneadarkwolf get tagged nerds >:3c

This picrew is sooo cute <3

Tagging @goldnskyart @origami-butterfly @the-watchers-demon @www-pinkhearse @the-amazing-meow @falloutcoys @moonlightsmasquerade @gooboogy @remy-the-lemon-berry @artisticallygay and anyone else who wants to join!

[fancyfade]

I just found your art tutorial on how to draw wheelchairs and people in them and I wanted to thank you for representing more than just the high end chair users.

Every other tutorial I found was saying that you can't draw the kind of chair I have without being ableist and ignorant of chair users...and it made me feel miserably left out.

My chair is the clunky, not custom, hand me down Invacare tracer kind that I've slapped a cushion in for support. Everyone else I've found has said that no long term chair user has one and you shouldn't draw a chair user in it. I even started drawing my chair like other people's because I felt like I was doing something wrong by representing myself with the chair I actually use...

It felt like they were trying to erase me by telling people not to draw my chair type because if a chair user needed one, they'd buy the newer and better ones. The problem is that I do need my chair every day but I can't afford any of the better ones.

Thank you for not forgetting those of us who don't have the fancier chairs. I felt truly seen for the first time when I saw mine drawn in your lineup of models.

You're welcome. It is very important to remember (this is at artists and well-off disabled people, its not directed at you because you pointed it out) that not everyone has the same set of advantages. and I know I got tags on the post that were like 'i've never seen someone with the high-end wheelchairs, the only ones people i know use are like invacare. are they rich people chairs or something?' so they definitely were expecting to see more of the invacare-like stuff and the 'fancy' stuff seemed weird to them.

(which like. whether the other chairs are rich people chairs honestly depends on context and how much your insurance will pay. I know a friend who got insurance to pay for a pretty decent chair but it was HARD AS HELL for them).

some characters are well-off or might have decent insurance, and it would be unrealistic for those characters to use the invacare-like chairs, and i think what puts off some wheelchair users is when that's the only chair they see because it's the 'default' version that able bodied people imagine, it's the most common one you see in hospitals or stores. like one of the characters in my example was barbara gordon (oracle from DC) and she's pretty well off and steals money from criminals, so she would presumably get herself as nice of a chair as she can (I mean when you're spending someone else's money you can afford it :P) it feels weird to see her in the 'default' chair for me especially when the text indicates its supposed to look different (ex: she says in dialogue 'my wheelchair doesn't have handles' but then the artist draws handles b/c thats how wheelchairs look in their head and they didn't think on it).

but that's just what makes sense for her! obviously it doesn't work for every character (and thats why i included the list of questions for people to ask themselves there). NGL artists should pay just as close attention to the design of the character's wheelchair as they do to other functional things the character uses and backstory elements that would

and saying that you should never draw a character in the invacare-like chair is just inaccurate and as you pointed out kind of adding insult to injury to the people who do have to use a chair that doesn't work as well for them everyday. I am sorry to hear that you felt compelled to draw your wheelchair the way that people think a full time wheelchair user's chair 'should' look. I hope you keep drawing and can draw your chair the way it actually is! Thank you for this thoughtful message!