#Passion project

[frosted-dahlia]

I have DONE IT! I crocheted this adorable Emmrich and boy did he come out SO CUTE! This really was a passion project and as passion projects can get, the project just got more and more complicated as I went. He went from an amigurumi piece to what I'd like to say is a full out mixed-media piece. I used everything from yarn, thread, jewelry findings and polymer clay on this guy. I'm just so happy with it!

I hope you enjoy him as much as I enjoyed making him.

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You can also check out the TikTok I made with slightly better 360-degree views. :)

[bistec-musings]

Lines of the only living boy in New York ranked:

Tom get your plane right on time: 9/10 good set up, establishes separation and feelings of longing

I know your part’ll go fine: 6/10 helps establish dynamic of love, but there are better later

Fly down to Mexico: 3/10 filler line I don’t care where Art I mean Tom is just that they’re separated

Doh duh doh de de doh duh duh doh: 8/10 such satisfying sounds but it could be lyrics idc

And here I am: 7/10 where are you Paul?

The only living boy in New York: 10/10 name of the song!

I get the news I need on the weather report: 9/10 good but I have a feeling a line I like more in the same vein is coming soon

Oh, I can gather all the news I need on the weather report: 100/10 there we go the loneliness the yearning chefs kiss

Hey: 1/10 hey!

I’ve got nothing to do today but smile: 4/10 I mean that’s not what it sounded like before are we covering up some things?

(Chorus)

Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where and we don’t know where: 1000/10 used to be my bio my second favorite line in the song

Various here I ams: 10/10 sounds heavenly

(Chorus)

Tom get your plane right on time: 9/10 still good idc

I know that you’ll be eager to fly now: 7/10 come back to me please

Hey let your honesty shine shine shine now like it shines on me: ∞/10 RAHHHHH

The only living boy in New York: see above

The only living boy in New York

[joules-per-second]

I'd like to direct your attention to a passion project that dropped 4 days ago, but looks like something straight out of 2010 YouTube: Harry Potter and the Stone, a shot-for-shot (2 hour 30 minute long) spoof remake by someone called Doggie House.

Featuring:

A fully-bearded 11-year-old (the baby version was also played by him),

Two Dumbledores for no stated reason,

This guy as the snake in the zoo (and many other animals portrayed similarly),

The greatest portrait gallery of all time,

and Hagrid on a tricycle.

Many of their locations are handmade miniatures with actors greenscreened in front, and the way the editing ensures that absolutely NOBODY looks like they're actually walking around (rather, just...slithering in place, and somehow being propelled forward regardless) makes for some of the funniest and most engaging crowd shots I've ever seen.

The dedication to the amount of editing, set-building, and sheer commitment to the utterly bizarre makes me so happy to see; I love grand-scale passion projects!

[maddie-duckfan]

My universe’s version of the infamous Cipher Zodiac! There are now 12 zodiac members instead of 10, so now Mack and Sally are included. And everything stayed mostly the same- Mostly.

Six Fingered Hand = Ford

Oyster = Stan

Sun = Sally

Glasses = Fiddleford

Llama = Pacifica

Moon = Mack

Pine Tree = Dipper

Shooting Star = Mabel

Pentagram = Gideon

Axe = Wendy

Question Mark = Soos

Broken Heart = Robbie

Oh and of course.

Bill Cipher = Bill Cipher

[roryfrommybabysittersavampire]

clips of kyle gallner's character being attacked or killed in every single movie I've seen him in :3

[comatosebunny09]

These meetings always drag on for what feels like centuries.

His council drones on about something Astarion can’t be bothered to follow. It’s a bad habit he’s developed as of late, tuning out what he doesn’t deem important. Luckily, one of his advisors will catch him up on the essentials later.

Poor Astarion can’t focus to save his life, too swept up in the delectable aroma filling his lungs and the gentle shift of pressure behind him.

A glance disguised as a cough over his shoulder reveals what he already knows. Of course, it’s your fragrance turning his brain to mush. His stunning, ever-loyal bodyguard, standing in good form behind him. Your gazes meet for the briefest of seconds before you return your attention to the wall, and you quietly clear your throat. 

Astarion hides a youthful grin behind his hand when he turns back. His chest swells triumphantly as he taps his pen against the cherrywood table, feigning interest in this meeting. He’s much too distracted now, reveling in how he’s flustered you again. Always during the most inappropriate moments, wending through your stoic exterior.    

Try as you might to mask your feelings, Astarion can smell how you yearn for him. Smells pheromones wafting off your skin, blood warming your veins, and your ache for him pooling in your stomach. Best of all, he can hear how much you crave him. Your throat bobs with how thickly you swallow. Your breaths are labored, and your heart pumps eagerly to accommodate whatever nerves overhaul your body. 

Astarion fixes his collar with a wistful sigh. He cradles his cheek in his palm as he scribbles in his notebook, engulfed by the maelstrom of his thoughts. Consumed by the thought of you.  

He hasn’t the foggiest why you continue with this game of cat and mouse; why you carry on as if your fingers don’t itch to touch him. As if your lips don’t ache to feel and taste his. Like your heart doesn’t beat a little faster when he’s near. He’s adored you for quite some time now. Reserved a place in his cold, silent heart just for you, the cobwebs brushed away and sunlight slinking in through its cracks.

He hasn’t exactly been subtle with his advances.  

Often, he’ll whisper saccharine words against the shell of your ear when he passes you during his gatherings, a cautious hand smoothing your hair away from your cheek. He’s known to pilfer little glances at you during his meetings, smiling like an enamored fool when you catch him, saturating his mind with endorphins.

He tends to corner you in the safety of his quarters, caging you between his body and whatever wall you find yourself backed into. Breathes hotly against the slope of your shoulder, teasing you until your neck and cheeks explode with heat, and you’re dizzy from the headiness of it all.

Occasionally, his fingers brush against yours whilst walking side-by-side through the quiet hallways of his castle. And sometimes, he entertains the idea of holding your hand, filling the spaces between your fingers with his, and squeezing to let you know what he feels for you is very much real.   

You become such a delightful sight when you scramble for words and skitter away from his affections like you’ve been branded by fire. 

It's a game Astarion likes to play, seeing how far he can push you until your defenses crumble and you succumb to your desires. There’s no one holding a sword to your neck. No one demanding you stave off his advances or embrace them. But he knows that you know he would throw his kingdom to hell for you, craving you more than the air filtering through his lungs.

He shudders at the thought. How violently his passion burns. It’s been far too long since he’s felt like this about anyone.  

The gathering carries on in a muddled blur, filled with the useless prattle of his kingdom’s finest. He’s all but remorseful when it draws to its conclusion.

Astarion stands to bid his councilmen farewell, smiles rehearsed and handshakes firm. He’s found it easier to maintain this façade as long as he promises to reward himself with your presence. He watches through his peripheral as the last of his men trickles out. Patient as the maids scuttle in, clearing the table of water pitchers and glasses dripping condensation.

When he’s sure there is but the two of you left in the council chamber, Astarion heaves a sigh with the drop of his shoulders as if all the world’s weight sloughs off. The snicker you relent to the air behind makes him stiffen. He spins ‘round to regard you with a quirked brow, wiping the amused look from your face.

Rounding his chair, Astarion begins sauntering to you, steps measured and stare predatory.

“Tickled, are you?” drawls your king, swaddling you in all his eccentric, regal air when he stops before you.

He dwarfs you by a few inches, a concept that makes him smirk like the proverbial cat that’s caught the canary. A hand stuffed in his breeches pocket, he tenderly eases a lock of hair behind your ear, purposely grazing the edge of your ear. A shudder is elicited from your person, and Astarion’s smirk grows tenfold as his hand drops listlessly at his side.

You shake out of your trance, fixing your gaze on anything but him. With your hands still clasped at the small of your back, you say, “Not at all, Majesty. You just look like you survived the apocalypse.”

Astarion scoffs, throwing his hand up with a dramatic flair. “With how these idiots carry on, I might as well have.”

Another laugh rumbles in your throat, yet you quickly correct yourself, remembering your decorum.

[ineffablerenz]

May or may not be insane and making a good omens musical out of scrap metal and a dream and been doing so for over a year… currently chronological up until the ending gramophone sound.

I am perfectly okay I promise😭

[virsidereus]

Finished Part 1 of Ref-Sheet for one of my oldest characters Katja. info dump belowww✨

Btw I’d love to know what you think of her design ✨ I personally Im in love with it 🤧✨

Katja is the main character for one of my personal projects Guds Krugen. She starts as hopeful and bright little thing, but turns out to be extremely judgmental, uptight, and isolated.

Daughter of Queen Audra Vinterholm of Ishavet, and King Ukko Stormgaard of Aurorin; Her parents defied certain rules indeed, as Ukko was never meant to leave Aurorin, his duty was to be guard of the King Aleksi, his former best friend. He gains the title of King after escaping to Ishavet with his lover, Audra. The Gods didn’t punish them however although it’s not quite certain as Ukko disappeared before Katja’s birth.

Ukko being of Stormgaard was bestowed a gift by Souwlo, God of Lightning and Storms. Audra, former heir and now ruler of Ishavet, was bestowed a gift as per tradition, by Ishav, God of Winter and Ice.

Katja unlike most characters, has been gifted by two Gods, this weights on her shoulders as she can’t and doesn’t want to let either of them down. However things get heavier, during her birth a High Priestess named Airi-Salla received a prophecy in which Katja was envisioned to bring harmony to all the kingdoms or lead them to destruction.

Even if not raised with this being engraved in her mind, once she turns of age to go to Hjortesjel’s Heir Camp thing (I’m still coming up with a name for it) She is told of such prophecy. Although being still too young, and naive, she doesn’t think of this as extremely important.

During her stay at Hjortesjel she meets old friends, new ones and makes enemies. Certain events remind her of the prophecy and while she learns to be a good ruler and leader, she also learns of how complicated life is, and perhaps of how important and crucial it is for her to become a good leader.

There’s a lot more, but I ain’t gonna spoil anything >< nor blab so much, I write a lot jejeje right now I’m working on getting all the information about Elendrion ( the land where all this happens) the kingdoms, the houses, the characters, the gods ect ect ect

Hope ya liked the reading and stay tuned for more :> btw as you might know if you follow me this is not the only personal project I’m working on, I’m also working on Madshill another very different story 0-0 this is hard but I love it

Im also planning to keep building my ko-if page, and putting on commissions on there :0, if anyone would be interested in this let me know in the comments and perhaps if you have any tips or suggestions for Ko-fi page I’m very glad to listen 🖤

May you all have a wonderful week, and may abundance find you all effortlessly 🖤

[frogalon]

PREDESTINED PATH SECOND PROTAGONIST DROP 👅👅👅

HERES PENKO GUYS, PENK FOR SHORT, 2/3 MAIN CHARACTERS ALONG WITH 001 1!1!!1!1

He's such a disgusting pathetic loser but it's not his fault ♥️

He doesn't feel 001s vibe either, but don't worry she loves him anyway🙏

Design and character: @watchingthewalls

Co-produced: @pennysucks @your-ne1ghbor @cowerbummer @FISHISTILLCANTTAGYOUDOSOMETHINGABOUTTHAT @sephhtiss (I promise y'all I'll stop tagging you all when we post about all the pookies 🙏)

[merchandis]

[miawashere]

racism towards filipinos

after winning the war against spain and becoming apart of the U.S. because of the Treaty of Paris, the Philippines became a huge part of the U.S. however, instead of being looked upon as an equal, filipinos faced racism from americans for being “uncivilized” and many believed they were dirty and carried many diseases. they were mocked in newspapers & comics for being different and faced so much unnecessary hate, all leading back to asian hate in america. STOP ASIAN HATE.

[mieira12]

Maaaan~ I really like blue lock but each time I show anything in other places everyone runs scared I'm just going to dump everything here ★Random bullshit go no justu★

[gracepureautumn]

“You’re gonna rattle the stars, you are.”

So many emotions. I’m rediscovering this marvel of animation (Treasure Planet) that I was obsessed with as a kid. Such an underrated movie, so creative and different.

I had the art book, and it helped inspire me to become an artist. I wish I still had that book, but I gave it away before I moved. It had such amazing visual development and storyboard art.

Anyway, I love Jim, I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt, I would’ve loved to see the sequel, but alas…

[maddie-duckfan]

INTRIGUED BY WHAT YOU’VE GOT ESTABLISHED SO FAR! HOW’S SALLY TIE INTO THE PORTAL INCIDENT?

Poor, poor Sally.

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