#Mr. Casanova

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Small uh... AU Doodle Merhaps?

(Does contain a spiked bat with some dried stains but nothing too bl00dy)

So... I have been like... working on since frikin 12 am before I went to frikin asleep at the around 1 am late.

Anyways for the changes for this design is:

His hair (Yes this is a man not a woman, bro only dresses like a woman to trick & kill his prey) now has naturally black hair. The red & light salmon colors are just his colored parts now.

He now has a mechanical arm & mechanical leg. (However those act more like a glove & a boot but it don't really matter tbh)

Bro is just a regular human now. No plant things anymore. (But is still a cannibal & drag queen)

Those are all of the changes for this AU design really. (His original self still exists in the ASGD Universe but idk this was kinda for fun even if there was some.... struggles tbh :') )

Also here is a bl00d alt... Just beware before proceeding bcs I ain't getting caught w/o warnings man.

Btw this guy is actually a OC I made for a frend in a Design Trade & uh... this guy has a AU Ver which is apart of a Fandom universe so considering I did make him, I though it be a good idea to make the AU design. (However some tweaks might be needed later on)

Anyways... Credits.

Character was created by me. But owned by my frend Gali/Leo. (Yes I did call them Al before but not anymore)

Art: Mine.

Program: IbisPaint x.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[randxmthxughts]

me logging in on tumblr to annoy @lanasblood with my silly crush stories, and logging off right away so i don't have to think about the fact that i haven't updated the series in three weeks

[madame-fear]

GUYS I JUST SAW this LIST OF PET NAMES FOR LOVERS TO GIVE MYSELF SOME IDEAS FOR A FIC AND PLEASE SHDJKDKDKF

I HATE ALL OF THE NICKNAMES EACH ONE MAKES ME DIE A LITTLE BIT MORE

[theniftycat]

The blessing and the curse of being into British TV.

Your fave will be in some projects that are heaven sent, tailor made to suit your tastes.

It will be one season of six episodes 20 minutes each.

[musicandi]

Percy Hynes White aka Mr. Smol Casanova aka fashion King

[loveinstreams]

rewatching bbc casanova and my god when the castrato story hits!!!!!!!

[mrpececitolo]

I am obsessed with Mr. Bradshaw (Mary reilly 1996) and I just prove I'm very autistic.

This is my argument as to why I created a New crack ship.

Okay so I was watching Marry Reilly last night. And I got so attached to Mr. Bradshaw, I couldn't understand all his dialogue so I rewatched it.

And my god, that boy is so fruity and bitchy. Like every time he appeared he got a bitchy face and a smug grin, like as if he knew what was happening, or at least was bored of it.

Anyway it came to me the idea of, I don't know, him getting a bit too close to a known playboy, and said playboy got a eye on him

I just want a Casanova whiny and needy, and Mr Bradshaw really amused by this crazy and quite persistent man.

It would go like:

"Oh but please! Just one time, and if you don't like me, then we can part in paths"

''Could you imagine? The buttler from Dr JekyII's house, runs away with claimed playboy and,'' He would giggle. " a known womaniser"

Mr. Bradshaw squinted his eyes and looked acussi like at Jack, still with a smirk on his face.

"That would definitely piss off Mr. Poole, I'll pass"

I JUST. imma draw them. Give me a second. (Obviously it would be with casanova being around Bradshaw's age. I assume he is 27 so Casanova would be 26? 28? I think a bit younger would do the trick)

In a second thought I know they differ for like a whole century, but let's pretend casanova is in Bradshaw's century and that he is in London. 🙏

[thursdaymurderbub]

Silver Screen magazine, April 1940

Among other things, Thomas Mitchell co-wrote a 1928 Broadway play, The Little Accident that was later made into 3 films in 1930, 1939, and 1944:

[90ssuperheroes]

[neptuniadoesstuff]

ITS A TRAP! /hj (Adrastea's Official Ref)

So I have been working on this fella for a while (In Ibispaint it says like 26 hours but in reality its been a few days) ever since I decided to take a small break from working on Ryan. BUT I may have uh.... Got into some chaos since MY PROGRAM CRASHED LIKE 2 TIMES, ONE TIME FOR THE IMAGE & ANOTHER FOR THE FILE RECOVERY! But in the end I was able to finally finish it. So.... yeah... :')

This guy (Yes guy, I'm not sure you read the title but this is infact a MAN) is for a DT I'm having with a frend based on my Lil universe/story called "A Stargazer's Diary" & this guy is a antagonist in the story.

On the left is his Drag Queen/Dancer get up while on the right is his Gang leader get up. Yes he's a gang leader & will brutally myorder you if you lose to a game of poker with him). He is often referred to as Mr. Casanova when he is in his gang leader suit but when he is not & working as a dancer/entertainer at the casino/Hotel he owns, he is referred to as "Queen Rosette". (& yes teh rose motifs are everywhere)

If you wanna read some of his info, you can go here (The Tumblr bio) or here (His official file created by me on TH).

Theres some extras but here's a warning: One of the extras contains LARGE AMOUNTS OF BL00D! The other extra is just him but with shorts & a crop top on bcs I don't know if I can show his full body without being murked to deth.

Extra 01:

This is the gang leader get up but with LARGE amounts of bl00d on it. (Bcs he is very brutal to his victims in this ver of him)

Extra 02:

Just a image of him but it's actually showing his face & w/o his long ahh hair that was a struggle to draw. (Why do curly hair gotta be so gosh diggity hard to DRAW!)

Btw he does have a tail but it's pretty small due to him being a Humonculus of a exo-human + plant alien hybrid created by a evil space colony.

Anyways.... hope this enjoy this hellhole I went through bcs IbisPaint decided to be a lil jerk to me & crash on me for no reason.

Character was created by me but made for my frend Al.

Art: Mine.

Program: IbisPaint x

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[randxmthxughts]

i'll be thinking of you on thursday!! 💕

ahaah i have a colleague coming with me tomorrow so there's going to be a small crowd during the interview :')

[kindsoulbuddy]

Just so you know, the song “All Star” wasn’t originally made for Shrek.

It came about because of a little movie called Mystery Men.

I’m saying this because I introduced my kids to this movie last night and they only associate the song with Shrek.

However they recognized the characters from the actual music video. They didn’t know this movie Mystery Men existed.

This was one of my comfort movies growing up, and I watched the vhs every day after school in my room with my little tv/vcr combo.

My kids had a blast watching it, but they had to remind me not say every line along with the characters.

[dreamlandcreations]

Hey darling.

I love your writing! I have an idea in my head that I was hoping you could write up.

Hangman fic based on the song Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood. I heard the song recently and immediately thought of Jake❤️

A/N: Aww thank you so much, anon! I have to say that I hadn't heard this song before but I'm now obsessed with it, so thank you for that XD And I agree, it's absolutely perfect for him, isn't it? Hope you like it!

Devil in Disguise

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: You try to discourage your friend from getting involved with the infamous Jake Seresin, but your counsel is pointless because this cowboy has other plans anyway.

CW: mild angst, drinking, swearing

WC: 1200+

Masterlist

“Don’t even think about it,” you mutter, slurping on your strawberry daiquiri while you eye the smirking man from across the bar.

Your friend blinks at you innocently. “What are you talking about?” she says.

“Trust me,” you warn. “You don’t want to go there.”

Your friend licks her lips and glances back at the man leaning on the jukebox, riffling through the various options. For as long as you’ve known him, Jake Seresin has always been riffling through options, musical and otherwise.

“He’s going to rip your heart out,” you caution, lifting the straw out of your drink and chugging the rest of it right from the glass.

“He’s so beautiful.” Your friend pouts.

“Yes, he is,” you agree, setting your empty glass down while the pub starts to spin around you as if your bar stool is mounted atop a carousel. “He’s also the devil.”

Your friend laughs and you try to focus on her face with a stern expression. “You sound like you speak from experience,” she comments.

You grimace. “Unfortunately.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, rising from her seat. “I know what I’m getting myself into.”

You grab her hand. “No, you don’t. You think you’re just going to have a fun night, no strings attached. You think you’re going to be in control of the situation.” Your tone is almost pleading now as you wiggle your friend’s wrist. “He’ll have other plans, babe. He’s going to make you fall for him. You’re going to fall so hard.”

Your friend takes you by the shoulders, stabilizing you. “Y/N,” she says. “Are you in love with him?”

You cringe, suddenly extremely nauseated. “God, no!”

“Then he’s fair game, right?”

You wince. “You don’t want to do this,” you say, but your words come out a little bit slurred and you’re not so sure that your message has been received. Because your friend nods at you and starts for the damn cowboy in khakis with his sunglasses hanging off the collar of his uniform. You groan and promptly turn away, not at all eager to see your friend hit it off with the man who has made the last six months of your life a living hell. You wave down the bartender and request your fifth drink of the night, but who’s keeping count? Certainly not you.

You’re almost finished your beverage when your friend returns with a giant grin on her face. “I’m taking off,” she says excitedly.

“No!” you moan.

“Relax, not with Cowboy Casanova,” she replies. “His friend, though!” She winks at you. You glance over your shoulder to see one of the other aviators smiling sheepishly at your friend as she gives you a quick hug. “You’ll get home okay?” she asks in a hurry.

You nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll grab an Uber.”

“By the way,” she murmurs in your ear before taking off. “Pretty boy can’t keep his eyes off you.”

But she’s gone before you can respond with an assortment of your favorite profanities. You down the remainder of your drink in silence and then stand to pull your phone out of your pocket so you could call for a ride. You’ve already got the app open when he strolls into your periphery and starts drumming obnoxiously on the counter with the tips of his fingers. You lift your eyes grimly and watch as he flags down the bartender while completely ignoring your existence. You try not to let your body react the way it always does in his presence, but you’re already feeling your palms begin to sweat.

Then, he looks over at you, smirking when he sees that you’ve already spotted him. Your heart does a somersault which adds to your vertigo and amplifies your perspiration. “I hear you’ve been talking about me,” he says.

You give him a dirty look. “Just a little PSA. I feel it is my civic duty.”

He chuckles slightly. “I’ve left an impression, then?”

You do your best to not roll your eyes like a schoolgirl. Licking your lips with contempt, you grace him with a deadpan expression. “More like a sour taste in my mouth.”

He turns to face you, leaning lazily into the bar. “Look at that, you’re all out of alcohol.” He nods at your empty glass.

“Look at that,” you reply with a tight smile. “It’s time for me to go.” You turn to leave, concentrating all your efforts on walking in a straight line despite the spinning of the room. You blink as the tables around you drift from side to side as though they were floating on water.

Before you can make it to the door however, Jake fuckboy Seresin catches up to you, casually stepping into your path with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You seem upset,” he says with a knowing squint.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you respond flatly.

“You know,” Jake says, leaning back into the door to open it for you. “You wasted your time warning her off.”

You glare at him as you walk out. “If I could save just one friend the heartache, it’s not a waste.”

Jake meets your gaze with a subtle smirk, stepping into the dusk after you. “I don’t want her.”

You stare at him as he follows you outside, the insinuation of his statement making you slightly queasy.

He takes a slow but very deliberate step toward you. “There’s only one person I want,” he says in a low voice.

You scoff while simultaneously gulping in apprehension. “You mean one thing,” you manage to say.

Jake Seresin is no longer smiling; he knows the game, and the current play calls for sincerity or, at the very least, a decent simulation of it. “It’s you,” he says simply.

And despite knowing that every word that comes out of his mouth is a big, fat lie, you feel an irrational desire to just believe. You take several fevered breaths as his face nears yours before replying, “Fuck off.” But you don’t resist when his hand snakes around your waist.

His eyes rake over your face, his gaze lingering on your lips for several torturous seconds before he looks back up. “I want you,” he says, all serious as if he hadn’t already promised you forever once upon a time.

“You can’t have me,” you say, forcing an element of defiance into your voice as his face gets close enough for you to smell his aftershave.

You feel his thumb stroke your ribcage, his touch featherlight. “I know,” he mutters, pushing his forehead into yours insistently.

You close your eyes as his breath sweeps over your face. “It’s too late, Jake,” you whisper.

He nods, his other hand closing around your arm as his nose brushes against yours. “I know,” he repeats.

You feel yourself melting underneath his searing touch but somehow you find the strength to keep talking. “I don’t trust you.”

Jake’s hold on your arm tightens slightly while his other hand drops down to your hip. He tugs you forward. “You shouldn’t,” he says quietly; the first honest words he’s ever spoken – at least to you.

His bottom lip skims your cheek, just shy of your mouth. Not a kiss but rather a loitering pause along your skin. You exhale with a shudder when you feel his lips brush the corner of your mouth. Your lips part; not kissing, just waiting. “I’m leaving,” you murmur against his mouth.

You feel his lips spreading into a grin. “Good idea,” he responds.

Then, he kisses you.

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[musicandi]

Percy Hynes White aka Mr. Smol Casanova at Wednesday Premiere

[creativepromptsforwriting]

hey hi! love your writing prompts! their so creative! can you give us some flirty nicknaming prompts please? :)

Hi and thank you! :)

Flirty Nicknames

"Cutie pie."

"Honey bun."

"Sunshine."

"Hot stuff."

"Good-looking."

"Your highness."

"Cupcake."

"My eternal love."

"Sweet cheeks."

"Your majesty."

"Bad boy."

"Sexy."

"Lil one."

"Wild thing."

"My dearest."

"Casanova."

"Sweet stuff."

"Mr. Nice Guy."

"Soulmate."

More: Names with Cute Nicknames (Girls) | Names with Cute Nicknames (Boys)

[mrpececitolo]

Bringing again the subject of Casanova and Mr. Bradshaw. I drew them.

My babies🏄 they are married now I gotta write about them omg.