#Please don't steal my art to sell

[aelkino]

Looks like I have to enlarge my watermark and add the words "Do Not STEAL for SALE" there so that no one else steals my art to sell (this is the second of times I have found someone stealing my art to sell, in the past I found it on AliExpress with my art Hank was waiting in the car and has been taken down, now I found my art again on Redbubble with my Gale art).

I've tried spam reporting but it didn't work and it wasn't taken down. I've had enough of my art being stolen and sold without my permission, I'm really tired of having to deal with this 😮‍💨

It's very clear that they edited to remove the background but it's still not neat, it's very clear that it was stolen. I saw a lot of the art they stole there for sale, hopefully the artists who own their art find the art they stole on that Redbubble account and take it down.

[hauntingmiser]

Damn.

Im finna die like this

God damn

Help me Dr. Derek stiles....

Help me.

These bastards are crazy!!!!!

Full-checkup

[samarfamilygaza]

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#286)✅️

DON'T IGNORE PLEASE , I BEG YOU 🥺

I Am Samar... A Mother Selling Pieces of Herself to Keep Her Daughters Alive

I write these words while hiding my tears from: 👧 Sham (7 years old) – She used to fill her notebooks with letters, now she fills her eyes with the holes in our tent, counting them like stars. 👧 Masa (4 years old) – She no longer asks for candy, only whispers: "Mama, why does breathing hurt?" 👶 Wateen (1.5 years old) – Her tiny body trembles like a bird, even in my arms.

In exile, every day is a battle:

Sham hangs her tattered notebooks on a string so the wind won’t steal them.

Masa guards her only pencil like buried treasure.

Wateen doesn’t know children in this world eat more than dry bread.

I sell locks of my hair to buy milk for my daughter. My husband hides from me that he works in stone quarries under a sun that melts dignity.

I’m not asking for the impossible, just: 🍞 A bite not measured by how many meals it must stretch across. 💊 Medicine to silence the cough slowly devouring Masa’s lungs. 📖 A notebook to preserve what remains of Sham’s dreams.

Do you know?

- My daughters believe "home" is anywhere we sleep without bombs.

- Sham fears rain because it sounds like shelling.

- Masa thinks pain is a normal part of childhood.

For just €50, you can:

- Feed us for two full days.

- Buy medicine to save Masa from a creeping infection.

- Restore Sham’s smile with a simple gift: a pencil and paper.

Don’t just read... Be this family’s lifeline.

"I will make my daughters pray for you by name. We’ll keep your names in a safe corner of our hearts."

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[scoutofmymind]

can u please write something about how like reader felt while luigi was missing for 6 months. like would he reach out, would she go with him etc. also i love ur stories 🤍🤍🤍🤍

Run — { Luigi x Reader }

Content: sfw, angst, friends to lovers, slight situationship vibe, reader is an artist, kissing, heartbreak, explores ideas of guilty Luigi.

Wc: 2,345

Notes; Luigi vanishes - no warning, no footprints, just the sudden hollow where your life used to fit against his, opening to six months of silence before his letter appears under your door, bearing coordinates to a payphone five blocks away.

You didn't know where you'd be six months later when Luigi drove you down to the lake in his old Bronco, your spot shotgun worn from all those midnight trips for ice cream, the two of you off-roading through patches of corn fields out in the boonies — afterward he'd drop you off at home in the city, then drive himself back to the suburbs, unless he fell asleep in your room despite insisting he couldn't stay because of morning classes.

He always found it hard to leave you.

June warmed the brown leather beneath you, the window cracked to let in the summer air sweetened with hay as Luigi sped down the winding back roads of the countryside, rambling about his sister's new donkey they'd keep at the farm — the Mangione's second, more humble mansion with its livestock and respectable Christmas tree operation.

"You know you're my best friend, don't you?" He'd turned to look at you, the old truck thrown into park at the Dairy Queen after you'd convinced him the donkey could wait.

"Yeah." You nodded, cheeks full of ice cream, brows furrowed. You didn't notice then how his face had flushed red, embarrassed at blurting something so obvious it had never needed questioning. "Who else would you have time for?"

School, tech clubs, part-time job, and you.

Those were the pillars Luigi had built his life around, and for years, it had worked.

You and Luigi could fill a room with laughter —obnoxious howls and high-pitched giggle fits that echoed off walls — or sink into comfortable silence, Luigi drifting toward sleep while you lost yourself in whatever new book he'd brought for you to borrow from the university library.

Your own schedule mirrored his in its fullness, though school took a backseat to your collection of side hustles, your primary source of income selling art pieces at local markets where you'd drag Luigi along to showcase your most treasured works.

"That's a good point." He shot you a grin, spoon dangling upside down from his mouth as he finally broke his gaze from yours to stare out at the tall grass swaying beyond the windshield. "I just hope you know that."

You shift to pull your knees up in the passenger seat, turning to face him with your back against the door. "Feeling sappy again, are you?" Your foot stretches to nudge his knee, the leather creaking beneath you. "S'alright. I like when you get all soft."

Just the week before, Luigi's heart had been sitting too close to the surface, everything managing to touch a nerve — the way his mother spoke about his future over Sunday dinner, how his professor had dismissed his latest project idea, and even the changing spring weather that threatened the saplings he planted last fall.

Eventually, he recalibrated, but that raw tenderness still surfaced in waves.

"Yeah, maybe." Luigi shrugged, leaning over to dig his spoon into your ice cream, stealing a taste. "I just think it's worth saying. A reminder never hurts."

You'd never wanted to invalidate Luigi's feelings — and while you loved to tease him, you'd never dismiss what he shared. He was a natural at expressing himself when he chose to, and you knew if he voiced something, it meant those feelings ran deep.

"You're right, Lu." You say softly, letting your knees drop as you lean toward him, patting his thigh. "Thank you for telling me." He turns to you, his lips curling into that familiar grin. "You're my best friend too. Obviously."

"I know it's obvious," he groans, stealing yet another spoonful of your ice cream, your reflexes failing you when you jerk the cup away. "Let me just fuckin' say it." The late afternoon sun catches in his dark curls, the sun setting over the field.

You wave your hands in surrender, "Alright, alright." A laugh spills from your lips as you lean forward, spoon stretching toward his cup, missing entirely when he pulls it just out of reach. The melting ice cream drips onto the weathered console between you. "C'mon, lemme try."

He shoves a heaping spoonful into his mouth, eyebrows lifting in that familiar challenge, dimples deepening as a muffled "Come get it" drifts across the console, and the invitation draws you across the seat into his lap, the old leather protesting beneath your shifting weight while his free hand automatically found its place at your waist to steady you.

It wasn't the first time you'd tasted ice cream from his mouth, sweet and cold and mingled with laughter — but it would be the last.

And by some cruel twist of fate, that sun-drenched afternoon in his car, with melting ice cream and shared breaths, would be the final time you'd see Luigi's face in person.

After that day, he'd only exist in grainy security footage and missing person flyers.

It's a specific kind of agony, one that lives beneath your ribs.

You searched every corner of his life — the obvious hiding spots and the secret ones only you knew about. The Bronco yielded nothing but old receipts and a forgotten hoodie that still smelled like him.

You harassed mutual friends until they stopped answering, reached out to people who barely knew him, desperate for any trace.

"If Luigi doesn't want to be found, he won't be," Andrew told you, defeated after failing to track any of his devices that had sat abandoned in his room, right there on his desk to be found. Wiped clean. Stranger-cold.

Even your face was gone from his lock screen, erased like everything else.

Sometimes you wondered if you imagined him entirely.

It would be easier than accepting how methodically he vanished, how carefully he erased himself from your world. But then you'll find evidence — a movie ticket stub, a photo booth strip tucked into an old book. The careful progression from strangers to friends to best friends to that unnamed thing you became.

The way you'd end up tangled in his sheets, his hand gentle at your throat, or how you'd hang up on him three seconds into a call because he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

It couldn't have been real — how could someone who claimed to love every scattered piece of you leave without taking any of them with him?

Therapy wasn't optional anymore.

Your friends watched you spiral into something darker than even middle school heartbreak, something that wrapped around your organs and threaded itself through your bones.

This wasn't the kind of pain that faded; it evolved, grew thorns, made itself at home in your marrow.

But talking helped.

Six months without Luigi became possible, then probable, then real — not because you wanted it, but because the alternative was letting yourself disappear, too.

The letter arrives alone on a Tuesday, no bills or wedding invitations to keep it company, just your name in that familiar scrawl that makes your stomach drop. "What do you think?" you whisper to Mario, who's wagging his tail like he knows something you don't, nudging the envelope across the hardwood with his nose.

Luigi named Mario when you got him as a puppy six years ago; Mario, because he thought they’d become more of a duo than the two of you had been.

And that, they did.

"Mar, quit it," you mutter, wrestling the envelope from under his paw where he's planted himself like a furry anchor. The paper is damp from his nose, and it takes four tries to open it without destroying whatever's inside. Your hands won't stop shaking. "The fuck is this."

Eight words stare back at you.

December 3rd, 8:15PM. Pay phone outside of Murphy's on 12th.

Mario presses his cold nose against the back of the paper as you stare down at it, inhaling deeply like he's trying to memorize something. His tail wags so hard his whole body sways, but then a whine escapes him — low and confused.

You know that sound; It's the same one he makes when he finds one of Luigi's old shirts in the back of your closet, when he can smell what he's looking for but can't find it.

The paper crumples in your fist as Mario leans against your legs, still whining softly. Six months of therapy, of learning to breathe around the hollow space Luigi left behind, of convincing yourself that moving forward meant letting go — and here he is, eight words dropping into your life like a lit match.

Still, you march yourself there.

Mario decided somewhere in these six months that he needed to be more than just a wagging tail and sloppy kisses. He took Luigi's place as protector, navigator, watchful eyes scanning every shadow as you cut through familiar alleyways to Murphy's corner.

Your phone reads

8:20

"Shit." You glance down at Mario, who's pressed against your leg, his head tilted back to study your face with those knowing brown eyes. "Fuck this." The words taste like surrender as you pocket your phone, but Mario plants himself like a furry statue, refusing to let you move.

"Mar, c'mon." Your voice cracks, but he stays rooted until that first metallic ring cuts through the night air. The payphone looks ancient, probably witness to a thousand desperate conversations, a thousand promises made and broken against its scratched plastic shell, and whatever the fuck this is going to be.

Mario's ears prick forward at the second ring.

His tail, which hasn't stopped moving since you left the apartment, goes suddenly still.

The third ring echoes off brick walls, and you realize your hand is already reaching for the receiver, and before you can even press the phone to your ear, his name escapes like a prayer: "Lu — Luigi?" Your voice wavers between accusation and hope, sharp but fragile at the edges.

Through the static, you hear breathing — that familiar rhythm you could still map in your sleep.

"You know you're my best friend, don't you?"

The words hit like a physical force.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tilting your head back against tears that threaten to spill. "Where are you, Lu?" The receiver trembles in your white-knuckled grip like it might hold some piece of him. "I'm sorry I showed up late."

"I knew you would." His voice is soft, almost lost beneath a symphony of distant horns and city life —sounds too big, too foreign for the quiet streets you both grew up in. "8:15 is an odd time, hm? Figured more like 8:30 would be when you actually showed. Surprised you answered this one."

"How are you?" You keep your question careful, safe — one that won't send him running back into silence, into six more months of nothing; and now this strange urban backdrop paints him somewhere far beyond your reach.

“I miss you.” Luigi says softly, words he’d said plenty before, but they had never carried this sort of weight. “That’s how I am, I guess.”

Why did you leave me, then?

Please tell me where you are.

Whatever it is, Lu, we can fix it.

“I miss you too.” Is what you say instead, the line keeping him here with you feeling much like a fading spirit, destined to disappear any moment if you didn’t watch your step. “Mario is lost without you.”

“Ah, he’s a big boy.” Luigi sniffles softly, and you can tell he’s trying to hide it. “Been taking care of you, hasn’t he?”

Your head bobs in a nod he'll never see, and suddenly grief hits like a physical blow, doubling you over in the cracked vinyl booth. A sob tears through you, raw and feral, ripping up those poisoned vines of betrayal that have wound themselves through every hollow space he left behind.

"Please come back, Lu. I can't—" The words strangle in your throat as you curl deeper into the booth's shadow, pressing your forehead against the phone hook.

You're trying to fold yourself smaller, to disappear from the fluorescent exposure of Murphy's front windows, from the pitying glances of late-night sidewalk wanderers who pretend not to notice the spectacle of your breakdown.

"I can't, baby." Luigi's whisper barely exists, a breath caught between static and silence, but you strain toward it like a dying plant toward light. "It can't work that way — there's nothing either of us can do about it."

Questions bloom like bruises under your skin.

Is he sleeping in a real bed?

Has he shaved?

Who's making sure he remembers to eat?

You bite down on your lip until you taste copper, trying to dam the flood of 'why's' threatening to spill out. Each suppressed question burns like bile in your throat. He's already thrust the blade in deep — watching him twist it with such gentle hands makes it somehow worse.

"I just needed you to know I was safe." His voice shifts, crystallizing into something harder, something that sounds less like your Luigi and more like whoever he's becoming. "And that I love you. I needed you to know that."

"I love you." The words fall into a sudden void as the city sounds cut out on the other line, replaced by a sharp fizz of static, and then nothing.

You press the receiver harder against your ear, as if you could force his voice back through sheer desperation, and the tone eventually starts its monotonous song, but you can't make yourself hang up.

You wait in that phone booth for an hour, then two.

The neon signs paint wet streaks of color across the glass, and your legs go numb from standing, but you wait for a call back.

It never comes.

Monday morning's headlines make everything brutally clear.

His name in bold print.

The investigation.

The evidence trail leading nowhere and everywhere at once.

And suddenly you understand why he couldn't stay, why he had to hear your voice one last time, and you wish to God you didn't.

Because now you know he wasn't running from something.

He was running toward it.

[spacekitsch]

it was brought to my attention that there's a shop on aliexpress stealing my product photography and selling fakes of my pins.

i guess it goes without saying, but, please don't buy these, you will not be getting what you see in the (stolen) listing photo. they literally just printed a low res photo of my pin onto metal. they didn't even using the digital art... it's a photo of a pin, on a pin.

i know people trade pins around at cons so please be wary

my real pin has glitter, dyed metal, screen printed eye shines, two posts, and a backstamp with my name.

left: their fake right: mine

[dailymanners]

Maybe I'm just stating the obvious here, but if you shoplift, please do not shoplift from small mom & pop stores, and especially do not shoplift things like art and photo prints by local artists or crafts made by local artists and artisans. You are causing direct harm to people likely barely scraping by when you do that. Shoplift from mega-corporations all you want I don't care, but often mom & pop shop owners and artists & artisans selling their goods in local shops aren't going to be much better off than you, if at all.

For years I worked in a small local gift / souvenir shop. It was truly family owned, and the family that owned the shop would often have me and other staff members over for dinner. Even though I no longer work there I'm still in good contact and regularly talk with my old employers and co-workers. And I have to say, especially during low season, every sale counted and could make a difference.

A lot of the stuff we sold was handmade by local artists and artisans, including by some of my co-workers. A lot of my co-workers were artists, photographers, and crafters who sold what they made in the store.

One of my co-workers at the time, a photographer, only managed to scrape together enough to leave her toxic and emotionally abusive relationship because of the extra money she made from selling her photo prints in the shop.

One of my co-workers, a lovely woman who would hand crochet dolls to sell in the store, she told me each one took her hours, sometimes days, to make. One time when some tourists shoved several of her hand crocheted dolls in their pockets and booked it out of the store before anyone could stop them she broke down into tears from frustration. That cost her.

Nobody needs photo prints of the northern lights or a glacier. Nobody needs a hand crocheted puffin doll. Nobody needs a hand sculpted volcano candle holder. Nobody needs to steal those things. But if you do want them, the artists who made those do need that money that you would ideally pay for them.

It's one thing for a struggling single parent to shoplift formula for their baby or bread for their young child. It's another thing for a tourist who could afford a vacation abroad to steal hand crafted art from a mom & pop shop. If you really think you need to shoplift just for the thrill of it, just go find some big chain company and leave the mom & pop shops selling local hand made art alone.

[his-secondbest]

— I don't have anything anymore.

content warnings; none

program; procreate

Since we’re all still crazy about thunderbolts I thought I’d go ahead and just uh

post on my Instagram - ethereal.filmstar

can you tell I was nervous with the lighting?

please do not trace, steal, or sell my art! you may repost on other platforms with credit

reblogs and other notes are appreciated

[prophecyprompts]

#ELECTRA HEART: an assortment of lyrics (changed to be more dialogue-like) from marina’s album electra heart. please note that some songs were easier to get lines from than others, so i apologize in advance! feel free to change around as needed. part one.

BUBBLEGUM BITCH.

i got a figure like a doll.

i got a figure like a pin-up.

don’t care if you think i’m dumb.

i’m the girl you’d die for.

i wanna be adored.

i’ll chew you up & spit you out.

pull me closer & kiss me hard.

steal me with a kiss.

that’s what young love is all about.

straight to number one.

life gave me some lemons so i made some lemonade.

i think you’re gonna be my biggest fan.

PRIMADONNA.

all i ever wanted was the world.

i can’t help that i need it all.

got you wrapped around my finger.

you can count on me to misbehave.

would you do anything for me?

i’m living life like i’m in a dream.

would you get down on your knees for me?

i know i’ve got a big ego — don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though.

pop that pretty question.

i’m sad to the core.

when you give, i want more.

everyday is a chore.

take a picture.

get what i want 'cause i ask for it, not because i’m really that deserving of it.

i’m living life like i’m in a play.

anything for the crown.

LIES.

you’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use?

what’s the point in playing a game you know you’re gonna lose?

you’re too proud to say you made a mistake.

you’re a coward ‘till the end.

why don’t we just pretend?

i don’t wanna know.

i can’t let you go.

i don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit.

can you see my spark?

you only ever touch me in the dark.

i just want it to be perfect; to believe it’s all been worth the fight.

HOMEWRECKER.

the good are never easy, the easy never good.

love: it never really happens like you think it really should.

i don't belong to anyone.

i break a million hearts just for fun.

they call me homewrecker.

i'm still looking pretty in this dress.

i'm only happy when i'm on the run.

i guess you could say that my life's a mess.

instead of love & trust & laughter, what you get is happy never after.

i'm the image of deception.

when everything is life and death, you may feel like there's nothing left.

but deep down, all you want is love. the pure kind, we all dream of.

we cannot escape the past.

you & i will never last.

STARRING ROLE.

you don't love me? big fucking deal.

when you're in my bed, all you give me is a heartbeat.

the only time you "open up" is when we get undressed.

you know i'd rather walk alone than play a supporting role.

i'll never tell you how i feel.

it almost feels like a joke to play a part when you are not a starring role in someone else's heart.

i send my best regards from hell.

sometimes i ignore you, so i feel in control.

i never sent for love.

i never had a heart to mend.

i adore you.

i can't leave you alone.

i wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me — but nothing's ever gonna give.

THE STATE OF DREAMING.

if only you knew, my dear.

i'm living in a state of dreaming.

i'm living in a make-believe land.

i live my life in fear.

my life is a play.

if i could sell my sorry soul, i would have it all.

i know my time is near.

all i really want is to be wonderful.

people in this town... they can be so cruel.

POWER & CONTROL.

i'm gonna make you fall.

think you're smart?

give a little, get a lot: that's just how you are with love.

think you're funny?

think you're gonna break my heart?

you may be good-looking but you're not a piece of art.

love will always be a game.

all my life i've been controlled.

we give & take a little more — eternal game of tug and war.

a human vulnerability doesn't mean that i am weak.

you can't have peace without a war.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with a character worshiping Louis' body as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🫦 let me carry your weight by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, trainer Harry) louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

🫦 Middle Ground by sweetums / @darlou

(E, 26k, hate to love) Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

🫦 Save your loving arms for a rainy day by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

(E, 18k, famous/not famous) the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

🫦 Moonlight Minx by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 15k, stranded) the one where an unexpected storm strands Harry on an island, Louis gets an unexpected house guest for the night, and love might just be the most unexpected thing of all.

🫦 This Play Between The Sheets by Harriet1dfan

(E, 15k, BDSM) Louis: I'm on the bus to meet Harry, if I haven't texted you back in three hours I'm either dead or I've been sold into a sex-trade ring xx Harry: Hi, this is Harry so I'm pretty sure that message wasn’t meant for me. And don't worry, I have no current plans to kill or sell you.

🫦 Hung Up High in the Gallery by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(M, 14k, artist Harry) When Harry’s best friend, Louis, comes to support him at his art show, he decides they need to do some celebrating afterwards.

🫦 It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 12k, coworkers) Football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

🫦 Tease by dolce_piccante

(M, 12k, actor Louis) Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry's newest interest that much more intriguing.

🫦 could start a cult by @nouies

(E, 8k, lactation kink) Harry can’t get enough of Louis’ breast milk.

🫦 Our Chromosomes In Sepia Tones by orphan_account

(NR, 8k, artist Harry) au. harry’s a sculptor who finds his muse.

🫦 know what to do by loudippedincaramel

(E, 5k, pwp) Harry is a photographer, Louis is a football player. Harry takes pictures. Some are appropriate for work, others... not so much.

🫦 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Halloween party) Louis has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

🫦 With your hands around my neck by @elleseekeepdriv

(E, 3k, pwp) the one where Harry meets Louis at a bar and is obsessed with his finger tattoos

🫦 and we will never be royals by Fookinlarryloser

(E, 3k, canon) Harry makes sure Louis knows how wonderful he is after the Cinderella Ball.

🫦 Honey (pour your sugar on me) by D1ona30 / @iwillscreamuntilearsbleed

(E, 3k, pwp) "Louis gasped at the sensation, the honey feeling cool on his skin. Harry sat there just watching as the slow-moving liquid slid down his chest and abs. The color almost a perfect match against Louis’ bronzed skin"

🫦 Feel my breath upon your thighs by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 3k, pwp) Harry just really likes Louis' cock.

🫦 Everlasting Admirations by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 2k, silver fox Louis) Louis is insecure. They’ve tried to keep each other in tune over the years, wanting to make sure they both feel loved by each other and by themselves. Though, sometimes age gets the best of them. 

🫦 Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass

(E, 1k, armpits) Harry has a thing for Louis' armpits. Louis wears a tank-top. You get the picture.

🫦 All Of Me Loves All Of You by justthegirljada

(E, 1k, girl direction) Harry loves all of Louis' curves.

🫦 For you i would lose my mind by @dreaminrainbows

(E, 1k, pwp) Louis is a total menace on stage and Harry has had enough of it

- Rare Pairs -

🫦 ain't no stopping your plans by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis wears Givenchy to the Royal Variety Performance. Nick has opinions about it.

🫦 softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 4k, Louis/Joel (The Last of Us)) Lips touching softly with each syllable. Hands groping the soft flesh around Louis’ hips, kneading at the skin there and feeling his curves.

[wrtingsoftheunknown]

Vincent Sinclair HC

Vincent Sinclair hc SFW and NSFW

I’ve haven’t  been seeing my boy get repped recently so I have to do it myself. My first time writing something on here or towards this character ,I promise I will get better y'al,l I made this super quickly not proofread oops.

SFW

-While he can be insecure about his face he definitely has an ego from being the favorite child and having perfected his craft.

Lester drags him out to go for a ride around town or force him to come to his place for some quality brother time (Bo joins every now and then but wants peace and quiet dammit )

‘I know a lot of people have him learn sign language but I think he either writes what he wants to say, speaks as best as he can, or gestures, ( he was born in the south to parents that I don't think cared about communicating with him too much but he could have picked it up later in life maybe in his teen years or middle school era)

More sadistic than Bo when it comes to killing, he doesn't care if they are dead or alive when working on them and takes satisfaction in the result of his work

He prefers to work in silence but you can catch him humming now and then some country song or a guilty pleasure pop song from the 80’s( I see you Vince)

I think he partakes in multiple forms of art besides wax work.We see he’s able to paint, draw, but he also  takes pictures, , sews, writes, makes videos, anything artistic he’s learning and keeping up with new techniques.

Since he takes video of the killings at times I think they sell them as snuff films to make extra cash on top of stealing and selling victims stuff. (At least that’s what I thought when I first watched the film anyone else or just me)

Rarely happens but will keep victims that interest him like Bo ,but dispose of them when they get boring  or no longer match up the ideal version of them in his head.

-Does want a lifelong partner, the white wedding and picket fence, kids,  but knows it might be difficult with the line of work he does.

- He can talk but only does when it’s important or to emphasize something. He does have a southern draw like Bo and I imagine his voice to sound similar but raspier, maybe deeper/ quieter from not using it as much.

-like I said earlier you have to really catch his attention and be able to hold it for more than a week, if that happens then he’s obsessed and protective maybe a little too over protective.

Does indeed have a hair care routine I believe this full throttle and no one can can tell me otherwise I'm not listening.

NSFW

I don't know if he’s a virgin, I don't think he is something is telling me he isn't, but i’m not sure

He has no problem with nudity, bodies are seen as art, there's not as much of a sexual connotation with them as with Bo and Lester .

He wants to be in love with the person he is intimate with, he wants to be worship and worship his muse.

Drawings  of his partner naked as well as in the midst of a passionate night, he might tease them all night to make sure the sketch is as life like and accurate as possible

Good size and thick that's all I gotta say

Praise kink hard core, hearing his partner call him a good boy or how he makes them feel so good he will crumble

He starts slow and sensual, enjoys the control he has and having someone at his power.

I think he will edge you and leave you high and dry when you act out but he always caves by the end of the day and gives you what you need.

Can last a long time surprisingly

Mainly a giver but someone please for the love of god give this man the nastiest had he’s ever received will make the prettiest noises 

Is down to try anything new and more open about sex than you would think.

When he’s horny he comes up behind his partner and starts caressing every inch he can reach, while resting his chin on their shoulder acting as innocent as he can.

[mr-erster-carona]

INTRO

HI! I'm Race!

I'm a teenager don't be weird folks!!!

I'm 17!

From Lower Manhattan!

Dating Albert Dasilva! @youll-steal-anudda

Little brother to @go-west-young-man

Sells in Brooklyn at the Sheepshead Races!

Second in command of Manhattan!

I do smoke so sorry!

I am a dancer!

In a very one sided love triangle with Spot and Albert (send help I think he might kill Albert)

Send me asks! I'd love to chat an' goof off with you guys!!!!

Extra info + info about joining + rules under the cut

I will be running this account like a MODERN rp account, but I am actually a Racetrack fictive in a DID system! We are 18

I won't talk about system stuff here but I wanted to clarify I am ACTUALLY a Race and not just some dude so. anything I say is actually a verified Racetrack fact™️ and you can ask me about anything newsies related! ALL OTHER ACCOUNTS OWNED BY ME DO NOT MENTION OUR DID SYSTEM BUT THEY'RE ALL OWNED BY ME

CURRENTLY RUN BY A MODERN RACE FICTIVE!

ASSOCIATED NEWSIE RP ACCOUNTS:

@most-auspicious-manner - DAVEY (owned by me)

@go-west-young-man - JACK (owned by me)

@youll-steal-anudda - ALBERT

@pastramie-n-rye - HENRY

@table-the-palaver - LES (owned by me)

@slingshot-man - FINCH

@where-for-art-thou - ROMEO

@king-a-brooklyn - SPOT

@a-smilethatspreadslikebutt3r - CRUTCHIE

@one-for-all-and-all-for-one - ELMER

@last-in-line-for-the-tub-tonight - BUTTONS

@sos-the-bronx - SMALLS

@stillgot-myshirt-on - TOMMY BOY

@mo-delancey - MORRIS

@hey-look-its-bathtime-at-the-zoo - SPECS

@you-already-live-on-the-street - JOJO

Katherine removed from group due to personal issues. - KATHRINE (Katherine? I'm dyslexic idk!)

@think-about-seizing-the-day - SARAH (owned by me)

@my-father-runs-the-trib - DARCY

@proud2b-part-of-your-revolution - BILL

@graves-of-brooklyn - GRAVES

MODERN RP ACCOUNTS FEEL FREE TO CLAIM ME AS YOUR RACE I'D BE HONORED

Please note that sometimes the @ 's don't work right away!!

NEWSIES WE'RE LOOKING FOR;

BROOKLYN NEWSIES PLEASE

PLEASE BROOKLYN NEWSIES PLEASE GIVE US SOMETHING. GIVE US MYRON AND HOTSHOT BEGGING

LITERALLY ANYONE NOT LISTED (EXCLUDING OSCAR DELANCEY)

MIKE

IKE

Any other newsie not listed above IM BAD NAMES

don't introduce OC's!!! Causes conflict with pre-existing lore

____________________________________________

RULES

1. If you interact with another rp group IN THE CHARACTER YOU USE WITH US (whether it's 92 newsies, livesies of any kind, or modern newsies), we will assume you are no longer in ours. (This isn't to be rude, but it causes more conflict and we do not allow crossovers with other newsies universes as we can only have one of each existing character.) note that you can be part of other groups IF you are using a completely separate side blog

2. THERE ARE PRE-ESTABLISHED PARTNER PAIRS BETWEEN THE ACCOUNTS AND OTHER NEWSIES, CHECK WITH RACE BEFORE TRYING TO ESTABLISH A SHIP DYNAMIC BETWEEN NEWSIES WITH OR WITHOUT ACCOUNTS

3. DM FROM YOUR MAIN AND ASK TO JOIN WE'LL EXPLAIN CURRENT LORE AND INTRO SYSTEMS !!!

4. DO NOT JOIN WITHOUT CONTACTING ME FIRST!!! YOU WILL PROBABLY JUST BE IGNORED AND NOT ADDED TO THE LIST!!!

5. Characters MUST be 16-19 (excluding Les and Sally who doesn't exist but has been mentioned LMAO) and characters in relationships must be within one year of each other (16-17, 17-18, or 18-19)

6. do NOT call crutchie ANY variant of "cr-pple" I know it's lore and history accurate but it is not going to be used in the rp. The owner of this account is a cane user and prefers it not be used around them. Thank you!

7. Remember that some of the account owners are under 18 (16+ rp) and some characters are under 18, be mindful about what you ask/say/do around everyone and ask before making any jokes/references!

8. Don't be weird to the characters, it will be reported to me and I will tell everyone in the group to block you.

9. IF YOU HAVE ONE CHARACTER ANF WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER remember to ALWAYS TELL ME before creating a new account for the roleplay, just so that I know who you are and don't assume someone random joined without asking (I am so so so fine with people having multiple rp accounts for this group AS LONG AS YOU LET ME KNOW FIRST SO I CAN GIVE THE THUMBS UP AND REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE ASSOCIATED WITH)

10. HAVE FUN!!!!

ANYWAYS LETS GOOOOOOO

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Terrible Influence Tour promo Polaroids, 3x3 watercolor #1 of 3

Based on the original photo from Instagram on 1/14

Supplies and more details below:

I suppose this is the first phanart I've ever made and posted! (Well, technically it was the second of three I painted but this one is my favorite).

~Supplies~

Paint: Sennelier La Petite Aquarelle watercolor, 24 half pans

695 Primary Red

690 Rose Madder Laquer

913 Cobalt Violet Hue

315 Ultramarine

326 Primary Blue

703 Payne's Grey

755 Ivory Black

Paper: Premiere by Nicole (the store brand of now-defunct craft chain A.C. Moore) 140lb/300gsm 9"x12" (cut into approximately 3" squares)

Brushes: Royal Talens Van Gogh Golden Synthetic Watercolor Brush, size 4 (originally part of a set of three, purchased at Blick) and Sennelier size 2? (it came with the paint set)

I'm gonna be honest, the reason I used 3x3 inch paper isn't because I wanted them to look like actual polaroids, I actually just wanted to save paper because I only have one watercolor pad and I didn't want to use it all up if it went badly. I've wanted to do phanart for a while but I cannot for the life of me draw digitally and my pencil sketching skills are unreliable so I went for watercolor because I think it's a fun medium and I haven't tried it since 2023, which also was the first and only time I did it. I have no training and no idea what the fuck I'm doing, sorry to anyone who's properly good at painting. But it turned out alright (except for the third one but we don't talk about that) so I think it ended up being kind of cute.

(This should go without saying but please don't steal my art and sell it on random websites, I trust y'all but it's happened before with other things and I will find it and shut it down.)

[kidovna]

Hi!

So, I was searching for some AAA merch and found what probably looks like an attempt to steal your work. I'm sending you the link but I don't know if there's anything I could do to help put this thing down

https://share.temu.com/pPomcTBk6EA

good god not temu 😭😭😭 if anyone sees my art floating around on products please know that i am currently not selling my art anywhere! and if i do ill be sure to let you know.

[severus-simp]

About this Severus Simp!

It all started in June of 2024 when I stumbled upon the world of ✨Snarriet✨ (Female Harry Potter/Severus Snape) and became taken with the characters dynamics.

So, yeah. This Tumblr is all for ✨Snarry/Snarriet✨ currently because I'm an unabashed Severus Simp.

I have only written ✨Snarriet✨ to date so just know that. But I draw in both M/M and F/M and like to genderbent quite a bit.

*Since these questions pop up I'll put it here. I am not taking commissions nor selling prints of my art for the foreseeable future. You're more than welcome to use my art for personal usage. That means if you want to use it in book binding, self printing, or just your computer background image then feel free. No exchange of money or goods though, no commercial usage, and no submitting to AI (art and writing- just say NO).*

And the usual: I don't own any of Harry Potter, I love the Queer & Trans community, I don't agree with JKR. I make no money off of this it's all for funsies, I'm doing this all at my pace for my mental health, please don't steal anything- no selling prints of my art anywhere basically. I made all this stuff for me but I'm sharing it because I love and trust the community.

I write/draw primarily older Potter/Older Snape slash cause I can and it's what I like most. Usually in the 20+/40+ age bracket, in case anyone is curious.

Sincerely Severus Simp's lil Slytherin Heart 💚🐍💚

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Hey so I saw your post accusing soapy of art theft and I'd like to take these allegations seriously because they are very serious.

What proof do you have of soapy stealing your work? I've looked through most of their accounts, reverse image searched their art (as you advised), seen speed paints of theirs etc which all lead me to believe that they have not stolen your work.

Could you help me out here? I'm willing to believe you've been stolen from because that's not an uncommon occurence on here-- however the burden of proof is kinda on you.

Side by side, here are both. Likewise, mine are all dated before theirs. All my original posts about it were posted before theirs, I started in November, they posted it in March. My most recent update on it was also before theirs first post about it. Also, it has some exact blemishes I made, which, for some reason, they also copied into it and simply had no reason to do so, as evidently the aim was to make it look better.

I don't really know how this can possibly be seen as anything else. They didn't even give me a chance to finish it. I'm not sure if this is being willfully ignorant or what.

Like? The proof is literally there. They've just added to it, but it was my piece and idea.

Like what more can I even say, this is the most basic and obvious thing like how could it be denied.

All the parts of me actively doing this before them keep being ignored, and it feels biased at this point.

They are serious, and you should take it seriously, as this sort of thing is serious. I think that people don't realise how serious it is to commit plagiarism in this online sphere of so many people copying other people's art and selling it for profits, and even more so when done in regards to an active artists official business, and actively impacting someone's livelihood and profiting off of it for yourself? Maybe some are too young to understand, but this is why businesses are not allowed to plagiarise and steal product ideas from other companies because it's illegal. It's why copyright, patents, branding, and so on exist.

Also, please understand what the word "allegation" means because I have proof, and I keep posting proof, even though, well, it was already there.

It only came to people's attention recently, but that doesn't mean I haven't posted proof and talked about this since March. And I find myself having to keep posting it to people acting as if I haven't posted anything at all about it yet, when I would've assumed they would have checked such an incorrect accusation that I have no proof, and then lead onto harassing me as if I have not given proof, as that's rather extreme thoughtless behaviour to immediately reach to doing that before even checking you're correct.

Oh, how the shield anon is used for makes people say wild things without worrying about fact-checking anything.

[his-secondbest]

– art of uhh me? i guess! i don't look like this at all tho lol... content warnings; none program; procreate

post on my instagram - ethereal.filmstar

please do not trace, steal, or sell my art! you may repost on other platforms with credit