machete is like a delicate looking white flower, one where the petals turn transparent when it rains. vasco is a marigold for many reasons.
Ooo I like that! It never even crossed my mind to assign marigolds to Vasco, but it makes perfect sense. I had to look it up but the flower that turns transparent in the rain is called skeleton flower, and yeah, I can see how that would fit Machete.
I tend to associate irises, damask roses, and forget-me-nots with Vasco
Of course, being commissions I bought, none of these lovely beautiful pieces are by me. Credits (in order) @frillsand @weevmo @lanlishiba @parrotparfait @kandavers
I am!! GONNA attempt to gush about all these pieces without devolving into keysmashes or screams but like. A. AA. AAA. I was gonna say "yall have no idea how annoying I am about Dandy" but honestly you do. You all do because I shake my silly puppet oc around CONSTANTLY.
ANYWAY I JUST!!! AUGH! ALL OF THEM MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! The fact I get to see Dandy in art styles I love and adore around the fandom fills me with a joy I cannot even DESCRIBE to you!! OOH I JUST!!! I love them. I love these pieces. I stare at them all the time and now I'm rattling them all around at you guys!!!!! LOOK!!! LOOK AT THESE LOVELY LOVELY PIECES RN AND CHECK OUT THE ARTISTS!!!!!
my current headcanon is that from ianthes pov corona has just been baiting judith all these years. like 'pretend to like the weird kid' style. because ianthe clearly had no clue corona had any real affection for judith in ntn even though shes been invited to every birthday party for years. but ianthe used her party invites for psychological warfare, why wouldnt corona?
Hello? This is your mother.
Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello, is anybody home?
Well, you don't know me. But I know you.
And I said, "Okay, who is this really?"
And the voice said, "This is the hand. The hand that takes."
When love is gone, there's always justice.
When justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always-
Mom.
So hold me, mom, in your long arms
Hold me, mom, in your long arms
In your automatic arms
Your electronic arms
So hold me, mom, in your long arms
In your petrochemical arms
i have to mute myself every day on the phone with my bf so i can “tell” him all about the surprises i’m working on for him cause i simply cannot keep my mouth shut