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rollofthed1ce · 17 hours ago
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y/n cookie gets very very drunk he doesn’t remember what happened
y/n cookie: where am I? Why am I naked? And why am I in bed?
White lily cookie: good morning honey
y/n cookie: AHHHHHH
pure vanilla cookie: five more minutes
y/n cookie: what is going on?
y/n cookie: oh yeah, shouldn’t drink too much berry juice
Screw it. Haven’t written something in a while and need an excuse to write something.
So yeah… no drawing, and some writing practice.
Project OAD - Pollen Overdose Incident
It was a busy night. The sun had set not to long ago. The wind whistled a quiet toon, with most of the residents out about in the night.
A warm glow from the streets lights filled the streets of the vanilla kingdom. Everyone going out to restaurants, parties, drinking, even something as simple as a late night walk. everyone was enjoying themselves in their own way.
Away from the crowds, Pure Vanilla’s castle stood high with this night. A single light barely visible within only one window. Which one? The bedroom. The bedroom you reside in.
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Pure Vanilla and White Lily were out for the night, so it was just you all alone for one. Even tho you couldn’t leave his room, you still had some things to do.
You opened up a bottle of juice, chugging it down most of it before pulling it away from your mouth. Some juice spilled on your attire yet didn’t bother to notice. You let out a sigh of relief, clearly enjoying your time as a wide smile from ear to ear beamed from your face. 
“Sugar Swam, this feels amazing hic I don’t remember hic the last time I felt this gr-great.”
Your words were slurred, a bit gibberish, but still understandable. Your cheeks having a blush of red, complementing the orange glow from the dimly lit candle that stood near you. Looking out through the window, you look down at the bustling streets during this night. 
You looked down before chuckling to yourself. “Yeah, they’re not gonna hic be here for a long while.”
You chug down the last of the juice, shaking and putting it to the side before reaching out to a lot of glass bottles of juice. You grabbed one of them and began to chug it down once more. You knew how much they were, thank to Hollyberry, but did know how… great the taste was.
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The night had settled down. Most of the residents had left home, the once crowed streets now lay empty with some liter flowing through the wind. A quiet atmosphere engulfing the vanilla kingdom as the lights from houses and buildings turned off one by one. Only one from the castle remained as the only light.
Pure Vanilla and White Lily walked down the halls, holding one another close as they smile warmly. A bit tired, but overall happy. 
“I enjoy our time together,” White Lily said, her tone soft yet slightly worn out. As though she has tired. “I do wish Y/N was with us tho…”
“Indeed,” answered Pure Vanilla, his tone matching White Lily’s, but his face betrayed that of worry and sadness. “But it was nice to spend time with just the two of us. It has been far too long since we had time for ourselves.”
“I suppose so. I certainly enjoyed this, yet it doesn’t feel the same without Y/N. They bring so much life when we go out with them. Just seeing them so cheerful and joyful brings happiness to everyone… to us.”
Pure Vanilla remained silent. He couldn’t really go against it, she was right after all. You didn’t go out that much, yet begged to go out so many times. A bit concerning to him that you wanted to be out for so long, but he didn’t mind, he just enjoyed how much better, bar-able things were when you were there.
He let out a heavy sigh before speaking. “I know. But sometimes, it best if we leave them out. Let them have time for themselves, you know?”
“But what if they get hurt?” White Lily asked. “Or worse, think about being with her than us…?”
The two just stared at each other before laughing out loud. Despite their worries, even they knew you wouldn’t be near her after all she caused you.
The two got closer to the bedroom door, coughing a little on their own laughter. Pure Vanilla reached the door and quietly opened it. Both suspected you to be asleep during this time. Yet when they walked in, they found the bed empty and juice bottles littered around the desk. 
They got worried, their first instinct was to look around, thinking you probably somehow left the room or hid somewhere. Before they could do anything, White Lily was pushed forward as someone held onto them.
“Ack- w-wha-“ before White Lily could say anything, she was kissed on the cheek multiple times before the culprit revealed themselves through incoherently mumbling and rapid kissing. 
Pure Vanilla watched in pure jealousy astonishment as you hugged and kissed White Lily in a drunken, childish manner. A smile shining brightly within the dark room, holding onto a shocked White Lily while rubbing your red cheeks.
Pure Vanilla and White Lily didn’t feel mad or confused, far from it. They felt something much more different. They felt something only they felt when by each others. They felt…
… G O O D
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A golden light pieces the clouds, a beam of light filling the room. Slowly you wake up, your head feeling like a rat had replaced your brain and is trying to hit its way out. Your vision slowly returns to you as you look at the edge of the bed. Seeing a robe, sleeveless dress, and some other clothes thrown to the edge of the bed. Looking you, you see your body was covered in kiss marks of blues and greens. Not a single inch of dough was spared. As well as… the smell of juice and lilies?
“What in the…?” You mumbled to yourself, groaning as the pain in your head decided to get worse. You didn’t notice the sound of sheets moving as someone lifted their head up.
“Good morning,” White Lily mumbled, her face and neck having kiss marks of blues and grays all around. She was still tired, looking as tho most of her brain was asleep with one functioning brain cell awake.
“What the-“ you were cut of as an arm pulled you back down onto the bed. Looking to your side to see a sleepy Pure Vanilla cuddling up to you a little more.
“Five more minutes…” Pure Vanilla whispered, White Lily following suit and cuddling up next to you. 
You sat there, unable to do anything as you stare up at the ceiling. With two powerful cookies sleeping next to you. And the inablility to remember what you did last night.
“Not to self: never drink that much juice” you thought to yourself. “But maybe offer some to them just in case…”
I may fix some stuff later. Maybe add some drawings here and there, but who knows
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vehksfingerguns · 1 day ago
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The problem with projecting real world politics and systems of oppression onto video game settings, particularly in fantasy settings, is that their world settings and our world settings are not a 1:1. You can certainly draw parallels to the real world, and some are more obvious than others, but literally nothing in TES is a 1:1 allegory. Even the Thalmor, with all their Nazism hallmarks that you mention, are far more similar to Inquisitorial Europe in the medieval period than they are to Nazis. To label them Nazis is an oversimplification. Ulfric is a prime example of how this can be an issue. You say that Skyrim was grounded in the politics of 2012, but it wasn't. At all. The game came out in 2011, and was in active development from 2007-2011. This was far before MAGA was even a thing, before Trump was ever president, before any of us even considered that he could one day possibly BE president. So the idea of painting the Stormcloaks with the brush of MAGAism is flawed from the beginning because that movement simply didn't exist at the time this game was being developed. Hell, the Tea Party, which didn't really develop until 2008/2009 in opposition to Obama barely existed. I'm not saying that race relations were good in the U.S. then, but Ulfric and the Stormcloaks are in no way based on what we've seen slither out from under their rocks in the U.S. in the last 10 years. He predates that.
Not to mention, Ulfric isn't even the one who put the Dunmer into the Gray Quarter, which a lot of people forget. Those elves have been living in the Gray Quarter since the Red Mountain exploded, 150+ years before Ulfric was even born, let alone became Jarl of Windhelm. There are Dunmer who own farmland, there are elves who run the stables, there are Elven shop keeps like Nurelion, Niranye, and Avel. I'm not saying Ulfric doesn't have his prejudices, though he never really articulates anything particularly racist himself. It's all just finger pointing from other people, but that finger pointing doesn't always match what the game and in game history tells us. This is the kind of nuance that gets missed when we just simplify to hurr hurr Nords = MAGA. The other problem is that in our own world, white, cis, anglo-European men are the politically dominant force throughout much of the world, and certainly the western world. And it has been that way for thousands of years. But in Tamriel, that is not the case at all. While you can say the Empire has largely been ruled by people fitting the Elder Scrolls version of white/cis/normative and popular religious practices, the Empire has not always existed. It fractures, its reborn, it doesn't and has never included all of the provinces of Tamriel. Some emperors have been women, some have been mer. It simply isn't the same WASP dominated universe that we live in, and so projecting those same systems onto the setting can bring about disingenuous conclusions. Our default is to look at white people as oppressors because in our world, they are. But in fantasy worlds, where power systems and dynamics are different, we have to be careful painting with the same brushes we use for our world, lest we stop discussing the reality of the fantasy world and start trying to project our real world into it, which can cause us to establish narratives that don't actually exist.
Stormcloaks as the ultimate racist villains (which I know you didn't say, but others have) is a classic example of this. Because the game came out in 2011, and because we have played the game alongside a rise in WASP violence targeted toward POC and minorities in the U.S., where Skyrim is most popular, we have sort of grafted this personality onto Ulfric and the Stormcloaks because white nationalism has surged the world over, but particularly in the U.S. But again, Ulfric as a character predates this resurgence of white nationalism. Further, white humans are not even the dominant political race in Tamriel. They are in Skyrim, just as the Altmer are the dominant political race in Summerset and the Dunmer are the dominant political race of Morrowind. But the Nords are truly no more racist or ethnocentric than the Dunmer, who treat you notably more poorly as an outlander, even when you're a Dunmer yourself (and I say this as someone who primarily plays Dunmer). I know the classic argument is how can the Stormcloaks be racist when everyone in Tamriel is racist, and while I disagree that everyone in Tamriel is racist, I do think we single out the Stormcloaks BECAUSE of our real world biases, which, while valid in the real world (I too largely do not trust cis white men, especially in positions of power), are not *necessarily* valid in the fantasy setting.
This isn't to say you can't interpret the games as politically relevant to our world, because there are certain ways that they are. But reading ideology into the text that isn't actually supported by the nature and history of the world you're trying to project onto doesn't make your reads more valid. It's just trying to shoehorn systems that we experience in our own world into every setting we come across, and IMO, that does a massive disservice to the creators of these worlds.
I hate hate hate people inserting real life politics into fantasy. And I don't mean writers drawing inspiration from real life, I mean toxic fan bases that project modern, real-life politics into fantasy that's completely unrelated. I see it happen in the Elder Scrolls a lot.
The Thalmor are eugenic, genocidal, political extremists IN TAMRIEL, they are not Nazis. The Stormcloaks are counter-political extremist rebels IN TAMRIEL, they are not MAGA republicans, Ulfric is not Trump omg. Please stop conflating fantasy characters with real life politics. We all have enough political garbage shoved in our faces on the daily as it is, let fantasy BE FANTASY. It's meant to be escapism from reality, not a constant reminder of it.
And on that same note, liking "problematic" characters/groups in fiction doesn't actually reflect someone's irl beliefs or opinions, BECAUSE ITS NOT REAL.
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bucknastysbabe · 1 day ago
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Rating: Explicit
Tags: PWP, plus sized reader, pnv!sex, Dom Bucky, dirty talk
A/N: this was an answer to an ask for plus sized reader and of course I loved it :)
Bucky had a skip in his step going down the street. He was done with all of the bullshit paperwork in the Flagsmashers aftermath. Sam was taking over mantle of Steve amazingly, Walker was ousted and shamed, and they even got Sharon back into the states. Although he wasn’t completely sure about her.
Regardless he could breathe and go see his sweetie. Perfect, patient, lovely, and owner of the most wondrous curves. Bucky had to keep his dick in his pants for now. He carried a bouquet of roses and some chocolates, hustling down the row of brownstones. His girlfriend was very talented in her career and managed to buy one for herself.
He fought back his giddy grin when rapping on the red wooden door. It slowly opened to reveal her pretty face, mussed hair, and adorable huge t-shirt. The man had to shove down his intense desire knowing that was his shirt. She yelped in surprise, practically launching on the super-soldier.
Bucky laughed and grabbed her under the ass to keep the crying thing from falling. He chuckled, “Hey, hey, you’ll mess up the chocolates hold on.” She grabbed the package blindly and tossed them on a side table. She nuzzled into his scruff, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
She sniffled, “Don’t need em- I got you.” The super soldier shook his head with a toothy smile, placing the flowers on another surface while leading the pair to the living room. He stroked her back in an attempt to quiet her crying. Bucky did not need to have the usual happy-go-lucky woman crying over the likes of him.
Sitting back onto the plush couch he murmured, “I’m back now, done, you’ll want to kick me out before the end of it.” His flesh hand thumbed away a tear and tipped her chin up. The girl wiped at her eyes and half-giggled and sobbed, “I know, I was so worried during it all. The news aren’t good for my nerves.”
Bucky wanted to sappily get lost in her watery eyes, framed by long clumped lashes. He murmured while stroking along her lush sides, “I can give you first hand doll,” he absently waved, “Tell me about you.” She rolled her eyes and replied, “Work, worrying, watching Alpine, I started a new project.”
As soon as the white cat was mentioned she appeared, purring and snuggling up to the pair. Bucky felt his eyes slightly water as he croaked, “There’s my sweet girl.” The cat let out a little ‘mrow?’ and promptly bit his hand. The couple busted into guffaws, Bucky snarking, “I guess that’s what I deserve.”
He leaned back, pulling his girl onto his chest.
“So tell me about that project, baby.”
He was listening to her talk about work and the project, really, but other things were starting to rear their head. She was so soft against him, lovely curves and pillowy breasts. The woman seemed sleepy recounting the latest news, words slightly stumbling. Bucky figured it was time for a wakeup call. So he grabbed a handful of ass, smirking lecherously.
She squeaked and bolted upright, gaping at Bucky. He snickered, “What?” She narrowed her eyes and groped his half-hard dick in return, the brunette’s eyes rolling with a breathy laugh. Bucky rumbled, “Sorry sweetheart, y’feel so good I lost control.” He squeezed again and nosed along her jaw— drawing out a gasp.
“Imagine how I’ve felt, toys don’t do the trick when I have a sexy super hero saving the world.”
Bucky grew jealous. He didn’t care if they were inanimate— only Bucky gets to watch his sweet girl lose herself in pleasure. He growled, “Oh yeah? What did you try?” She bit on her lower lip, eyes darting to the side, face flushing with embarrassment. Bucky ground his heavy cock against her thin underwear to goad her along.
She mumbled, “The vibrator, mm, then the shower one, y’know with the suction.”
He could’ve taken her right there imagining his girlfriend whining frustratedly on the dildo in the shower— curves slick, soapy, and bouncing with her movements. Bucky nipped her bottom lip sharply, relishing in her whimper. He cooed, “Didn’t do ya’ a lick of good either huh baby? Needed this to treat you right.” He rutted again for good measure, cock throbbing insistently. She shivered on his thighs, eyes growing glossy in desire.
She whimpered, “B-Buck, please.”
He growled, “Open.”
The girl did so obediently, widening lax lips. Bucky tilted her head back and dropped some of his spit onto her tongue. He commanded, “Swallow.” She whined thinly, throat bobbing as she did so. Her plush thighs were practically vibrating on his toned ones.
“Please, fuck, fuck,” she cried, tears pricking.
Bucky grabbed a soft cheek forcefully and claimed her lips. She pressed forward clumsily, heavy tits on his chest and little hands wrenching his jacket. Bucky dominated the kiss, his baby too overcome to do much except weak kisses and drooling. He laughed while sucking on her tongue, plundering the cute thing’s mouth.
It was sloppy. Bucky was in heaven. He liked knowing he could reduce her to tears and careless kisses without even getting in her pants. She mouthed against his lips, practically rutting to get closer. Which on that note, he snuck a hand down her plush tummy to get at her pussy. She cried out again, gasping hotly into the super soldier’s mouth.
Bucky slid two flesh fingers across her weeping slit and groaned, “Fuck- sweetheart you’re so wet.” She warbled, “Missed you, please.” In a fitful movement, Bucky flipped her around on his lap. Full ass thickly against his cock and now all of her soft parts for him to grab freely. She seemed too dazed to register, whimpering at the manhandling.
Nibbling on her neck Bucky hummed, “Can you take my shirt off for me baby? Hm?”
She flushed and nodded shyly. He hated when she got shy, thinking her extra padding wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d laid eyes on. Bucky was a man, he wanted something to grab on when he fucked a girl stupid. She shucked off the shirt, almost curling in on herself.
“No- no- you better stop it. Still like ya’ curves doll,” he tutted.
An annoyed whine was his response.
So Bucky ripped off her underwear with his vibranium arm, donning a shit eating grin. The woman yelping and jolting on his cock. Bucky snickered, “That’s what ya’ get, now I get to see it all.” Her face flushed even prettier, swollen lips lax and wet. He grabbed handfuls of her soft tits and groaned deeply, massaging and tweaking the tender flesh.
Her head fell back again the brunette’s shoulder, brokenly whimpering his name. Bucky murmured, “So sweet, missed my baby.” He thumbed at a peaked nipple and circled around it, sending her ass rocking back against his throbbing cock. Regretfully leaving her breast, he slid his other hand to grope at plush hips and belly before drawing fingers against her slick cunt.
She urged breathlessly, “Oh, c’mon touch me bear, oh!”
He sucked a dark mark behind her ear while delving two vibranium fingers into her slick channel— hot, pulsing, and oh-so-soaked. He grunted in arousal, thrusting and curling his fingers. Bucky growled, “Be a good girl and ride my hand.” She nodded vigorously, mewling and canting her hips against the heel of his palm.
Bucky gritted his teeth to hold back from her ass rubbing perfectly along his strained dick. He had to compartmentalize. Objective one, make his Angel cum. Then he can have a go. She squealed on a perfectly timed curl of fingers on the g-spot and his smooth palm against her clit.
The man used his other hand to grab and pull at her bouncing breasts, mouth leaving a mess of marks all over her neck. She began to tremble, hands twitching to find purchase. His sweetie wailed, “Buck, oh goddd, m’so close baby!” The former assassin paused his bite to growl, “Let go, I know it feels s’good. Then I’ll fuck ya’ raw.”
That did the trick. She loved fucking raw. Bucky had an inkling his girl had been wanting him to knock her up. He wouldn’t mind, more tits, more curves, and a Junior. But Bucky was selfish and wanted her to himself for now— no sharing. Her gushing all over his hand brought Bucky out of his fantasies.
She sucked in deep breaths, exhaling with moans, body wracked with pleasure. Bucky cooed and eased her down, drawing his hand out of her. He could bust right now at the slick coating his pants. She turned and begged for a kiss silently, eyelashes fluttering.
They kissed again, softer this time, softly intertwining their tongues. She whispered into Bucky’s mouth, “Your turn, old man.” Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes dramatically, nipping her upper lip teasingly. She reached behind blindly to help him unbutton, lips sealing together with wet smacks.
Bucky moaned when his achy cock hit the air, her slick center so close to where he needed it buried. She mewled, “Take me, use me baby, get it out.” Later, the man would deny the absolutely pathetic noise he made. Bucky aligned the ruddy tip of his cock to her and gritted his jaw at being sheathed. Her back arched at the intrusion, mouthing at Bucky’s scruff.
He gripped onto her wide hips and lifted her up and down on his cock. Basically a cocksleeve at this point with the way Bucky was slamming his angry cock in. She cried and babbled at the rough treatment, incoherent slurs. Bucky choppily grunted and moaned, veins pulsing with sheer need. She felt so fucking good.
Bucky hissed, “That’s my- hah- best girl, bein’a good little fucktoy.”
She nodded deliriously, drool running down a corner or her gaping mouth, tits bouncing wildly as she held onto Bucky’s hands for dear life. The brunette was going to blow quick at this rate— his girl was sucking him in too good. She seized up and squeezed his dick like a vice.
She had cum again, only a shrill yelp and Bucky’s cock being throughly milked as the indicator. His baby fell limp against him, nuzzling into his sweaty cheek. His balls were full up and pulsing, ready to release. Another one, two, three pumps Bucky came with a loud cry of her name.
He slumped into the couch, still seating inside of his girlfriend while riding out the aftershocks. He could vaguely hear her whimpering about being full under the blood rushing in Bucky’s ears. He wrapped his arms around her soft midsection, suddenly very tired. She hissed, “Not there.”
Yawning, Bucky snorted, “No way in hell baby. Can’t a man hug the woman he loves who just made him see stars?”
She narrowed her eyes for a pause then pecked his lips. The woman murmured, “Fine. Since you’re the man I love who made me see stars two times.”
“Well I could count two since you’re in my lap.”
“Hush.”
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alexriesart · 2 days ago
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I love that with your Birrin project you show form as well as function, and how things are often pretty practical, if not believable. But I was wondering if you have thought out the internal organs of the various creatures, and the internal mechanisms of the vehicles. I saw with that fighter/bomber aircraft you had things like the weapons and engines labeled and was curious if you consider those things before finishing or adding them in after.
Oh I have definitely considered them, I just seldom have time to draw them! But for an example of interior workings see this: https://www.deviantart.com/abiogenisis/art/Birrin-Project-Bluestick-Mill-862323860
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noblelightfighter · 2 days ago
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A Minstrels Tale
how Tore and Nara ended up at Goth GAR Night
I will probably update this later with better drawings
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It was at times like these when Nara questioned her friendship with Tore. She had instinctively wrapped her arms around him when they collided while he held her head against him to protect her from whiplash and caught them both with his other hand so that he didn't completely fall on top of her. “Soooooooo, I have some news!” He gently sang over her with a big smile on his face.
Nara groaned into his cape. “Lovely.” It honestly wasn't uncommon for Tore to make surprise jumps on his friend Nara from time to time, but she noticed at some point that when he did do this particular tackle he was especially excited about something. And today was no exception.
Why couldn't he be normal?
Because normal is boring!
“Whad’ya do this time?” She asked, her voice muffled against his chest. At least when he did tackle her, he made sure that she never hit her head.
Tore quickly pushed them both back up to standing on their feet before he started his excited ramble. “Okay! So there was this kid walkin around Coruscant-” Nara made a face of disgust, “-a different Coruscant I promise-” her eyes narrowed in suspicion, “-anyway this kid was in the pits of despair because a band they had hired bailed on them last minute and they really needed one for this theme night tonight-”
“You did not-” Nara cut him off, looking shocked. She knew what he had done now.
Tore wiggled his eyebrows knowingly. “I DID! So we need Goth costumes and music for a gig at 79’s tonight!” Tore immediately started hoping off to the music room of their ship-
I should mention that we're on a ship of sorts-
Leaving behind an exasperated Nara in his wake. “Tore! Get back here!” Nara chased after him. “It'll take at least a week and a half to get ready for that! What were your plans for fixing that conundrum?!”
Tore spun back with more excitement in his eyes. “So this is the crazy part! In this universe, there's a back room with portals from the other alternate universes and they're all convergin in that bar! Just for a theme night!” Tore was practically vibrating from excitement. “We can use a time portal to get there with plenty of time to prepare! IT'S FANTASTIC!” He jumped wildly into the air and nearly crashed into a few guitars and lutes, earning a head shake from Nara.
She was smiling though as it meant that they could take all the time they needed to make outfits and create a song list for the evening without so much rush. But something about this seemed a little off. Tore was way too excited about the fact that they were going to use a time portal. “A time portal would be nice, but what are you really excited about?”
He turned menacingly back towards her while cackling like an evil scientist.
Oh great.
“Anythin could come through those portals! Monsters, bounties, a rare and mystical artifact! The possibilities are endless!!”
Nara looked at him deadpanned. “You're bored aren't you?”
He hung his head and arms dramatically. “I. Am. SO BORED! I'M GONNA TO TEAR DOWN THAT HOUSE JUST SO I CAN REBUILD IT!” He pointed outside to where, if there was a window, you could see a lovely two story house that they had just finished renovating. And knowing Tore, he would do just that.
Nara only nodded. It had been some time since they both had come to this nice island where it was peaceful and full of friendly people. It was a good project that lasted about five months as a way for them to relax, but Tore was a man on the move. That was just how he grew up as his parents were travelers and didn't settle in one place too long. So it was only natural that he would become antsy, looking for a new project or a new adventure or battle. But music was the only thing that could keep him grounded in a place for a long time as long as there was a need for musicians. She placed a hand on her hip and gave him a knowing smile. “So you're taking care of the music?” As much as she questioned Tore, she knew what he needed in order to stay in one spot, and music was his greatest passion. Plus, it didn't hurt to have some mischievous fun. Right?
Tore nodded his head as he saw that his friend had jumped on board with the idea. “And you'll handle the outfits?” He used to think that theme attire wasn't needed until he stayed at her family's estate for five years-
(the longest he ever stayed put, I might add)
-and saw how the many different costumes and clothing could affect the music experience. Then when he tried to make his own, it was mediocre at best. But Nara made some dazzling outfits for him and he was enthralled.
Nara nodded in response. “Just so you know, I know nothing about Goth. So I'll have to do some research.”
Tore snickered. “Me neither!”
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After several late nights of creativity and research, they scrambled together a doable song list and outfits. “I think Goth is goin on my ‘don’t do this again’ list.” Tore commented as he flopped down on his bed with a headache.
“Agreed.” Nara spoke from under her pillow. They both found out that the style and the genre was one that they didn't particularly enjoy, but they were committed at this point and were determined to make it a great show! Plus, the excitement of portals was overriding the distaste. “Now I want a monster to come through and we have an epic battle.” She giggled.
Tore laughed. “I wonder how many times you'll be flirted with.”
“How many girls will hit on you?”
“Will there be a bar fight?”
“Underage kids sneaking in?”
Tore turned his head to look at his partner in crime. “Bingo cards?”
Nara turned her head to him and smiled mischievously. “Bingo cards.”
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These two love watching drama and will often make cards to entertain themselves with(working on it)
Yet the set up adventure is still on it's way!
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sollilua-2 · 2 years ago
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Common cuckoo study 🐦
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months ago
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I came here for the silly haha doodles, but I've stayed for the absolutely blazing commentary in the tags. Your analysis of this story is so so so good! Thanks for all the work and thought you put into this!
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I am just a silly little comics blog. I am not hiding anything in the tags, no way. Never.
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fishyartist · 1 year ago
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Ui idea tests, thrown together bc im eepy. Was planning on doing more but I spent all my days energy on the second one oops
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sysig · 1 year ago
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i want to go on a big and elaborate date with papyrus SPECIFICALLY bc of the way u draw him bc he’s so bbg cutie patootie
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PapyrACE 💚💜 Happy Valentine's Day!
#DDoodles#UT#Papyrus#AroAce Papyrus Supremacy#Lol#I'm actually really delighted to see how much aroace positivity there is around the skelebros :D#I was a little on the worried side since y'know - Sans especially. I've been in the fandom for a while lol I'm Aware#But genuinely there's so much lovely energy towards the bros being aroace which I - unsurprisingly - am very inclined towards lol#Me constantly: And you're ace! And you're ace! And you're ace! Ace for everybody!#I'm tongue-in-cheek about my Projecting Constantly lol but I do try to base my headcanons on The Actual Text haha#I think Papyrus is kind of a no-brainer lol he literally turns you down if you go on a date with him that's pretty textual#And you have the option to completely avoid going on a date with him and he still clarifies platonic affection!#I like him very much haha <3#As for Sans I know some of it stems from my Handplates filter lol - their codependency points to an interesting interplay with romance#I'll start thinking about the Vargas Dating Sim again if I keep on that train of thought tho lol#But to me it feels more than just ''He's too busy'' or w/e - Feels Different#It's all speculation anyway haha - I'm glad you like how I draw Papyrus! :D He's the sweetest boy and I love him!!#Wanted to try something a bit Extra hehe ♪ I keep wanting to make animatics and the like!#Storyboards - animations if I can swing them lol - but I'm very impatient :P And perfectionistic >.>#So have something a bit more sloppy and silly :) It's good practice for me!#All told it wasn't too bad! :D I had fun making it and I'm fairly pleased ♪#Hope you enjoy hehe <3 Happy Valen's! :D
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improvapocalyps · 1 year ago
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I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, down...
My Darling (The Devil Knows My Name), by @simple-seranade
In participation of the Hermitshipping Big Bang 2023 hosted by @hermitshippingbigbang!
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(^ rough reference sheet, emphasis on the rough. i also did not notice the difference in lineart color until saving this as an image file.)
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sovlstr · 2 months ago
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Yo my beautiful mutual do you want to do an art trade? I would love to, but if you’re not comfortable with it’s fine!
Hello also beautiful mutual!!
I definitely want to but I will have to halt on that request for the time being, I find myself a bit deep in artwork to finish😭
Entirely my own poor planning but regardless, but I will get back to you when I have a chance!! Thank you for offering🤍
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doodles-in-sand · 1 year ago
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"Dance away you Liar!"
rendering practice :)
Hi so if you're seeing this edit I have a much better version of this piece that's more recent so please look at that one instead
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mayhasopinions · 2 years ago
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like a shooting star, he shines 🌟
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vimbry-moved · 5 months ago
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I hate these guys
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maxedry-art · 2 years ago
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Frisk walk cycle
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amethystina · 2 years ago
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Hello!
How are you doing? How is life going? How's the writing going?
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Hi! 💜
I'm currently sick x'D So things could be better? But it's just a regular cold, I think, so it'll hopefully pass relatively soon.
But, before getting sick, I was restoring and painting more windows at our old family house. We've almost done half of them now! JFC it takes a lot of time and effort. Like, there are four of those panes to each window and there are nine windows in total that we need to get done — and that's without counting the HUGE one in the stairwell that's four meters up in the air because, well, stairwell. I have no idea how we're supposed to do that window. And I also have to paint the actual window frames.
I mean, it's worth it in the end because I love this house and it's a part of my family history etc. etc. but goddamn if it isn't incredibly tedious work x'D
As for writing, I, uh, haven't done much. I got A LOT of writing done last month but, as is my habit, I write very intently for a short period, then take a break. So the only writing I've done is the words I've added while editing. Which, then again, came up to a total of 4k this month, I think? But editing has been going pretty slow, too, especially right now since this is what happens whenever I try and my dad's dogs are in the same room:
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At least it's the smallest of the three. She's still not quite aware of how big she is and thinks it's fully reasonable for her to climb into my lap like she used to when she was a puppy (it's not).
But at least she's smaller than the other two, fully grown monsters. I mean, try writing with this in your lap:
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He's my cuddly little baby and I love him to bits but he's also VERY big.
... and yes, you can bet I shove my entire face into his neck fluff as often as I possibly can.
(And no, they're not wolves — they just look like they could be x'D)
But yeah. Very little actual writing is happening. If I'm less feverish I might give it a try this weekend, though? We'll see! I haven't decided on what story, though. I have so many I want to work on and so little time!
Anyhow. Thank you so much for asking, nonnie! I hope you're doing well! Or at least aren't as sick as I am xD
Take care! 💜
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