#bowtie's stash

[bowtiestash]

artfight attack for @garnetdawn

[thedivineflowers]

HII!! My first time requesting so I feel a little silly, I love your works and as a former middle schooler I love thinking of these silly dudes as my brothers and I can imagine it really well through your writing and your humor is just like mine! In your parental terms fic I read Azul offer us a job at Mostro lounge and I honestly wanna know the daily activities and goofiness that happens on our work shifts😭 feel free to decline this I can’t wait for you deuces mom fic!<3🙈

Ofc ofc and I won't decline this masterpiece bb.

School night:

Clocking in at work:

When you clock in at work you gotta be early and then go to Azul's VIP room so you can tell him about the bitch who stole your test answers and eat your snack.

If you don't clock in at the right time you will be called and texted multiple times and hunted down by the twins who are just as worried about you as Azul.

When you're done with your snack you go change into your work uniform which is the dorm uniform but you have a lounge pin on your bowtie which has a tracker so Azul can keep an eye on you. And you also get your own version of Azul's coat because I know it's cold as fuck in that damn lounge.

Near beginning of shift:

If at any point you have to take a break not even one madol will be taken off your payment no matter how long your break is.

And ofc you goof off and you're allowed to be mean to the customers.

"Hey, I wanted clams not crabs!" A customer shouted at you. "AND I WANTED A SEA PONY, LIFE AINT FAIR." You shouted at the customer and threw a knife and fork on their plate.

You and Floyd are allowed to throw people out of the Lounge and you two mostly throw people out together.

You hold the person by their hands and Floyd holds them by their feet. You start swinging the person towards the opened lounge doors. "One..." You started "Two..." Floyd said "THREE!!" You both shouted at the same time and threw the ex customer out and closed the door with a satisfied sigh.

And sometimes if you can or want to Azul would host shows for you to entertain the audience and get more Madol 😈😈😈. And to make the school fear you. 🧍‍♂️

Middle of shift:

At this time you get a thirty minute break. You mostly get your breaks with the twins so they mostly take you to go feed the sea animals and try to help you with your homework if you have any. Or if you have nothing to do you go bother the other workers and scare them. More than half of them bitches are scared of your feral ass so you just gotta do some oogly boogly shit and theyll be saying sorry.

When your break ends you have to go back to work. But you are left in charge of the lounge when Jade and Floyd have to go observe a deal with Azul. So you mostly have customers complain to you while the twins are away and you get this time to mess with them if it's something stupid.

And most of the time is stuff about how they did not like the food when they just wanted to not pay for their food. They say this while they're paying and then demand a whole ass refund so you go into the secret monopoly money stash and give it to them saying it's limited edition madol. 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

And sometimes Azul himself will come in to see how things are doing and will chat with the guests but he's just watching and making sure that you're alright and don't need a break cause dawg you're a fucking kid working a whole ass job trying to get paid more than what Crowley gives you and you got all this stuff to do bro you couldn't even enjoy being a kid anymore when you first met the old ass man😔 😒.

Near the end of the shift:

At this time it's when the lounge starts closing up and people start leaving and this means extra money and coins to snatch 😈😈. You find about 500 madol lying around throughout the lounge and Azul says you can keep it most of the time.

And around this time Azul has you eat your dinner and calm down after working and you change out of your uniform right when the clock hits 9 (idfk so ima take a guess and say nine through ten at night). And when Azul makes sure your homework is completed and correct you'd be allowed to do whatever.

And sometimes it's too late to be walking out by yourself so Azul and the twins have you sleep in your own dorm room over there and if Grims with you he has his own bed and blankets next to yours. (It was demanded that the cat gets a bed by you or else you'd go bat shit around Azul's office. 🧍‍♂️) and you have your own matching pajama set that's similar to Azul so after you're done getting ready for bed you'd go in Azul's office sometimes to keep him company and drag him to his room because his eyebags look this close to being able to hold a whole fucking Walmart.

Weekend:

Clocking in:

It's morning time and you're ass is waking up at fucking 10 in the morning because you slept at 4 and almost pulled an all nighter.

You have to go to Azul's office when you wake up or else Azul will give you the day off to sleep and gaggle around.

And when you finish eating your breakfast and waking up you get to change into your uniform and choose what you want to do, paper work, keeping Azul company, or working with the twins.

You still get paid so 💃.

But sometimes Azul will have you turn into a merfolk by drinking a potion and you get to swim around the aquarium and spook the customers.

Middle of shift:

You get your break and your lunch to eat and it's free because you were able to say hello to Lucious the other day during the animal speech class.

And after that you get to do whatever you want or you could go and observe one of Azul's contract agreements thingies with the twins.

And if they try to like swing at Azul you get to go batshit and drag them outside while Azul cleans up his office for his next contract.

Near end of shift:

This time it's a little later which is 10 at night and you all clean up yiddy yadda but you get more extra change because you performed earlier.

Then you get to change out of your uniform once Azul tells you and you immediately have to take a shower then get ready for bed because you don't know when you're gonna sleep.

And obviously have no homework (🤮🤮 EEWWWWW) so you get stay up worh Azul and the twins watching national geographic, cooking shows, extreme cheapskates, boxing matches or basketball games. One of those. And you all end up sleeping on the couch in your room where the TV is (you're fucking spoiled) and sometimes you all would just sit around and gossip but no one knows what goes on in your room but the lights are always on until morning 😨. So far Floyd has taught you how to give a hug bigger than his 🤗. You've sent three people to the infirmary in less than two hours in school.

You obviously stay over because no one wants to go out that fucking late unless you're getting paid to go and rock someones shit 😒.

YEYEYEYEYEYEYYEY

I LOVE THOS SM JWHWBWJWJWJWM

Anyways I hope you like it. I know i was like kinda late I'm still working on the other ones so def look forward to those 😘😘😘

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

more sound of music x good omens. why not.

Hi, Good Omens Mascot here. The ordinary text is Crowley, the (slightly desperate /ref) italics are Aziraphale, and the bold is both of them. Sigh.

Raindrops on your wings, and starfall on mine Bright copper hair... and warm sushi, divine! Dining at the Ritz and warm picnics in spring... These are a few of our favourite things You in your dresses, our alcohol stashes Your pleading eyes when you flutter your lashes (Oh, Crowley, I don't do that) (Yes you do, angel) A cottage in the country, one day, wedding rings... These are a few of our favourite things Cream-coloured bowties and fussy waistcoats Your little smirk, and your love for those goats (Angel.) (Hush, dear) Long midnight flights with the moon on our wings These are a few of our favourite things When Hell calls, when Heaven's comments sting Or when we're feeling sad We simply remember our favourite things And then we don't feel... so bad.

Maybe when I'm not ill and miserable I'll record these and put them on the cursed Youtube channel. Who knows? Wait and see.

I love you, maggots.

[canon-can-fight-me]

Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside

Okay listen. Is it like ten days after the ninth? Yes. But I was too busy to write that day and this prompt was really cute so I wanted to post something for it 🥺

875 words

Pairing: Kai3po (pre-dating)

He was so tired.

While promised that the event wouldn’t go on for long, and that he was sure to be an invaluable asset to the mission, Threepio served little purpose that night other than to be his former master’s coatrack. Granted, he was told to be on standby, should his services be needed, but at this point it appeared whatever Anakin and Obi Wan assumed was going to happen at the gala was nothing to warrant the lightsabers securely stashed away. The night had drone on for long enough, and while no verbal or physical labor had been required of him, he felt exhaustion coupled with utter loneliness. Standing still for hours, let alone with no one eager to use him for the one thing he was good for, was upsetting. That is, until his attention was brought to a flash of scarlet, in the form of a shiny red dress. The owner of said dress a familiar, not completely unwelcome sight.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”

He turned to see Kaiyo grinning, gesturing to the bowtie Anakin had fastened to him earlier that evening. It had gone a tad crooked at this point.

“Thank you…you look quite radiant yourself.”

“I know,” she teased, darting her head around before facing him again. “Did you come by yourself, or is your date just in the restroom?”

He mimicked a scoff. “I do not have a “date”. Master Anakin asked me to accompany him and Obi Wan here for a mission, supposedly…although I’m unsure why my presence is even necessary at this point.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” She jerked her head towards his shoulder, suit jacket draped over.

“I believe that further proves my point.” He said.

“Well…if you’re not too occupied, maybe you could join me outside for a walk?” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so stuffy in here, not even the food is worth staying for. You’d think with how wealthy the owners are they’d at least have a decent menu.”

“A-As lovely as that sounds, I must remain here. What if I’m needed?”

“I’m sorry, how long have you been standing here doing absolutely nothing? Two hours?”

“…Three.“

“Oh, you poor thing.” She took hold of his arm, tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

“I must remind you, that as a droid I do not require ‘fresh air’.”

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He hadn’t protested much. Keyword much, though he knew realistically Kaiyo saw through his protests and was aware he was grateful for an excuse to take a break. While unaccustomed to the chilly night air, he slowly started to prefer it to the stuffiness of the ballroom.

“Soooo, what’s this mission about, exactly?”

“I can’t tell you that! It would go against my protocol to reveal such information.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“They didn’t tell you much of anything, did they?”

“Well—“ he began to protest, “I—um, of course they did…”

Kaiyo gave a small laugh, her suspicions all but confirmed.

Heat ran through his faceplate, and he glanced away.

“L-Let’s not talk about that. I’m rather curious to know what you’re doing here.”

She shrugged.

“You have your mission, I have mine. Let’s just say I wasn’t able to gather the intel I was looking for.” She pressed her lips together, hoping he wouldn’t question further. He wasn’t always adept at picking up cues, but he had someone grown to recognize her tells. One of which, he noticed, was what he understood was the natural human response to the cold: shivering. He could tell she was trying to power through it, slightly increasing her pace, and he wondered why she didn’t simply suggest going back inside.

“Kaiyo…” he began.

She paused, turning back to face him, eyes widening when she realized that she had outpaced him by quite a few feet in an attempt to generate heat.

“Oh, sorry! Am I walking too fast?”

“Well yes, but—“ she hurried back to his side as he spoke, “I was going to point out that you seem cold.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty chilly…”

Wordlessly, Threepio slowly slid Anakin’s suit jacket off his shoulder, gently placing it around Kaiyo’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Kaiyo glanced up at him, further burying herself in the jacket. “Are you sure Anakin won’t mind?”

“I’m sure if he needed it, he would have asked for it back by now,” Threepio explained. Kaiyo nodded, a small smile gracing her face. Threepio forced himself to look away.

She had no business looking so cute.

He thought if he just avoided looking at her, focused his gaze on the grass, the sky, anything else, that the rush of energy through his circuits would subside. That is, until she seemingly read his mind and decided to make it worse.

Granted, while she could technically read some minds (a perk of her mastery of the Force), he thanked the maker that such a trick didn’t work on droids.

But as she reached to adjust his bowtie, patting it down slightly with a satisfied smile that made him feel like his circuits were melting, he wasn’t so sure.

All he knew is that he was pleased that he had decided to walk with her that evening.

[cricketnationrise]

23:59

Kensington Palace

Alex Claremont-Diaz

have some resolved pining for your Friday afternoon since I got off work early! enjoy 💜🦗

want your own ficlet? 3 days left, rules here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

Alex nods his thanks to Shaan and slips inside Henry’s rooms. Henry’s been stuck doing event after appearance after fundraiser for the last three weeks and Alex couldn’t take it anymore.

The first week wasn’t so bad – plenty of texting and nightly Skype sessions and a new, secret (extra secure) email chain had been enough. The second week was harder – pining for the feeling of Henry next to him in bed was bad enough, but watching David pine was too much even for the least emotionally demonstrative person in the world. (Zahra had cooed at David when she dropped off Alex’s itinerary. Cooed. Alex didn’t even know she could make that noise.)

By the beginning of the third week, Alex wasn’t sleeping more than a few hours a night, barely remembering to eat, and was generally all kinds of a mess of a person. When he’d broken down and emailed Shaan, the relief in his response confirmed that Henry was having just as hard a time. Alex booked the plane tickets the same minute Shaan said he would help Alex surprise Henry.

Henry’s at some sort of gala fundraiser event for Bea’s charity tonight, and it runs late enough that Alex isn’t worried about getting to his rooms before him, despite his plane’s late night arrival time. Shaan, efficient, wonderful Shaan had met him and the Secret Service at Heathrow with a private car and whisked them away to Kensington as soon as Alex had collected his suitcase.

But now he’s here, in Henry’s suite, the smell of Henry’s cologne wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He stashes his clothes and toiletries, changes into pajamas and then pulls out the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Alex always denies owning, let alone reading. He’s determined to keep himself awake until Henry gets back, and falls into the story, letting Elizabeth’s commentary entertain him.

A gentle hand on his shoulder pulls Alex back into the waking world and he looks up and smiles sleepily at Henry. He looks stupidly handsome in his tux – something about the undone bowtie is really doing it for him.

“Hey, baby.”

“Alex,” Henry breathes, face suffused with wonder. “You’re here? But—”

“Cleared my schedule. Couldn’t stand it any longer. Missed you too much,” Alex murmurs, letting his head tip to the side and rest on Henry’s arm, gazing up at him adoringly. Henry’s here.

“Christ, it’s good to see you. Come to bed, love.”

Alex lets Henry help him up, but draws him into a hug and a gentle, sleepy kiss before shuffling to the bed. For once, Henry just throws his clothes onto the nearby chair and slides under the sheets with Alex as soon as he’s down to his briefs. Alex practically melts when Henry throws an arm over his waist and drags him closer. This – this contact, this comfort, this love – that’s what Alex has been missing the most.

[archangelscorner]

✨ Headcanons ✨

(For Zet & Miles)

✨Aziraphale and Crowley's dynamic is a mix of frenemies and ineffable partners.

✨They bicker often but deeply care for each other.

✨Aziraphale sometimes takes on the role of the moral compass in their partnership.

✨Aziraphale is bookish and knowledgeable, with a passion for rare books.

✨He's kind-hearted and has a strong moral sense.

✨Aziraphale may struggle with some angelic duties due to his fondness for Earth and humans. 

 ✨Aziraphale loves indulging in fine dining and has a penchant for good food and wine.

 ✨His collection of books and rare manuscripts is extensive.

 ✨He secretly enjoys the guilty pleasure of watching romantic comedies.

✨Aziraphale's fashion sense is classically British, with a preference for waistcoats and bowties.

✨He's usually seen with a well-worn, brown leather satchel filled with books and documents.

✨Aziraphale's love for good food and fine dining is well-known. He frequents top-notch restaurants and cherishes every meal. He might secretly have a rating system for all the restaurants he's visited.

✨Aziraphale is a wine aficionado. He appreciates the nuances of different vintages and can often be found sipping a glass of wine, lost in its flavor.

✨In addition to rare manuscripts, Aziraphale collects antique books. He enjoys the tactile sensation of flipping through aged pages and discovering hidden gems.

✨Despite his prim and proper exterior, Aziraphale secretly enjoys watching romantic comedies. He might have a stash of rom-com DVDs hidden away.

✨Aziraphale has a penchant for the arts. He frequently attends theater productions, operas, and ballet performances in disguise, savoring the human expression of creativity.

✨He finds solace in classical music, often attending orchestral concerts and indulging in the symphonies of famous composers.

✨When he's not dining out, Aziraphale enjoys a cozy afternoon tea with a selection of fine teas and a variety of biscuits. It's a comforting and indulgent ritual for him.

✨On clear nights, Aziraphale secretly sneaks away to a secluded spot to stargaze. The vastness of the universe reminds him of his celestial origins.

✨Aziraphale has a knack for floral arranging. He loves creating beautiful bouquets and often has fresh flowers in his bookshop.

✨He has a hidden collection of rare and exotic perfumes. Aziraphale's sense of smell, heightened as an angel, allows him to appreciate scents on a profound level.

✨As an angel who has observed humanity for centuries, Aziraphale is fluent in numerous languages, ancient and modern, allowing him to communicate with people from different eras.

✨Aziraphale possesses subtle healing abilities, enabling him to mend minor injuries or alleviate pain, reflecting his angelic nature.

✨He has an extensive knowledge of celestial and supernatural lore, including the workings of Heaven and Hell, and the true nature of the Apocalypse.

✨Aziraphale has some knowledge of celestial magic or enchantments, which he uses to protect and safeguard certain relics and artifacts.

✨Due to his age and celestial nature, he has an innate understanding of time and the ability to navigate it more fluidly.

✨Aziraphale has the ability to communicate with other celestial beings, allowing him to gather information or seek guidance when needed.

✨He possesses a subtle ability to influence events in ways that are considered "ineffable," creating coincidences or synchronicities that align with the divine plan.

✨Aziraphale's unique connection to time might grant him a heightened sense of temporal anomalies, helping him spot disturbances in reality.

✨He actually possesses the power to selectively share or erase memories, a skill that allows him to protect secrets and maintain his cover.

✨Aziraphale is attuned to the elements, capable of maintaining a natural balance or calming storms when necessary.

[justicefanged]

"Well now, who is this?" Though he had approached the young man with goodie-bag in hand, the moment Sigurd laid eyes on the puppy he had become distracted, depositing the goodie-bag into Linus's hands to kneel to the dog's level, smooshing the dog's cheeks affectionately. "I had seen that we would be expecting a four-legged friend, but I hadn't expected such a good boy!" 

(The bag is of a plush sapphire velvet with braided gold drawstrings. If he were tempted to peek inside, he would find the festive goodies of the typical Chalphy holiday season: roasted nuts coated in a caramelized warming spice mixture, a hand-pulled twisted peppermint stick, decadent candied orange peel, and a holiday cracker to be pulled later with little knick-knacks within.) 

It took a moment of this for Sigurd to recall that he'd also a human guest to attend to, and he rose, laughing, to clap a warm hand on Linus's shoulder. "Welcome, my friend – we have met before, have we not?" Winking, Sigurd recalled the moments he had seen Linus as a blur during trick-or-treating, when he had barreled to his door and snatched handfuls of candy in truly spectacular fashion. "But now you are not here merely as friend, are you? Or, perhaps you are – you are close with my niece, are you not?"   

Sigurd's eyes flicked across the young man in assessment; built hardy and strong, with large calloused hands. But it wasn't the ability to destroy that made a man; it was the ability to create. 

Sigurd smiled. "I hope that the two of you enjoy the party. Ah! Apologies - " He knelt, rubbing the pooch's ears vigorously, "The three of you!" 

Linus barked out a laugh as the goodie bag is handed off to him, and then he's almost completely forgotten in favor of the puppy that had been padding alongside him. He didn't really mind -- after all, puppy's had this effect on a lot of people -- and it gave him a second to poke around in the bag. He pulled out the peppermint stick with a noise of appreciation and promptly shoved it into his mouth; it really wasn't meant to be eaten in such a way, and was sort of awkwardly placed in his mouth, but all it took were a few well placed crunches and that was all sorted.

Honk is ecstatic to be here and get attention right off the bat! The puppy is quick to scramble closer when Sigurd kneels down, doing his best to slobber over the hands that are squishing at his face. His whole body is being wiggled by the forceful wagging of his tail, the little green and red bowtie that has been incorrectly tied around his neck looks like it'll come loose any second.

"Figured it'd be good to let y'all know 'bout him." A rare instance of foresight on Linus' part. "Think we did -- ya know, bit of a fast an' furious first meetin'," he grinned, "Nice to know that first candy run wasn't a fluke!"

At least some rich folks didn't have a problem with sharing their good food around.

Linus swallows at the question -- ah, minty fuck -- coughing a little. "Definitely more than friends, but I dunno if we're at the...y'know...Goin' at her comfort. Whatever, uh--"

Wow, that was weird and awkward, and more than a little embarrassing.

"'M mostly here for, like...if 'Tena needs a quick exit. I want her to have a good time, if she can. You're her family, yeah? That's...important, even if it's also messy and complicated, and a major fuckin' pain in the ass sometimes," Linus huffed out, stashing his opened goodie bag into one of the pockets of his jacket to keep his hands busy.

He was lucky that his brother was alive, that his sister was here. But there were others that were missing. Blood and chosen family alike. There would be no more gatherings like this. No stupid jokes told over cheap ale. No more songs or stories shared by firelight and dancing shadow on sturdy walls that kept cold winds at bay.

Linus wasn't going to have that sort of connection anymore with those of his family that were gone now. But Altena had a chance. Whether it turned out good or bad, he wanted her to be able to make that choice.

"It's a party, what can go wrong?" Linus tries to recover the utter embarrassing sappiness that had been this greeting so far, forcing out a laugh that was too loud. "I'm sure we'll have a blast!"

Honk, who had been exceptionally disappointed that he was not the focus of attention anymore, had been clumsily dancing around the two men's feet while yapping away. He almost bowled himself over in a rampant return of excitement when Sigurd returned to rub at his ears, oversized puppy paws making uncoordinated attempts to hold on to such good scritches.

[gildead]

@dilfsimulator asked:

" You got everything you need for Pasta Night? " Girlfriend asked, carefully buckling the ghost boy into her passenger seat. Good boys get to ride in the front! " Didn't forget anything? "

Bowtie? Check. 'HI' balloons? Check. Pack of UNO cards stashed away in his hoodie? Check!

Then it's about time to get over to the spookiest monthly get-together there is.

Gold gives his babysitter the biggest nod he can manage, followed by a wide grin. He's not planning on putting down the illusion keeping him relatively intact until after they get there, so for now his sleeves flop on either side of the shotgun seat.

He waits for Girlfriend to climb in before turning to her with one question in mind.

"Can we turn on the radio...?"

[jentrissimo]

Gesthros's Death

It was a day like any other, a normal Thursday. I was tending to the needs of the homeless asking for my blessing to get a bit of shelter. I was doing this for a good 43 minutes until I heard some arguing behind the walls of my throne room. Then gunfire broke out. I didn't bother with looking knowing my men are capable of handling themselves.

Then one of my men ran bleeding. He said "Gesthros they've gotten a brute" I got up and walked to my stash and loaded my LeMat revolver. 9 rounds and a shotgun shell. Perfectly engraved to be fanciful and practical. I put on my bowtie and walked out the front. There was gunfire everywhere. I could count at least 4 of my men dead. There was at least 7 officers and the brute. I aimed my first shot and blew the head clean off the first. I ducked as 2 others shot at me. 1 ran up to me trying to do cqc. I flicked the hammer on my revolver and blew them clean apart. There goes the shell. I looked at the others. I could see my men in the apartments readying a rocket launcher to shoot the brute with. I had to buy time. I stood up and taunted them, "over here pigs!" I yelled. They focused on me. I shot another in the head. 3 dead, 4 left. 7 shots. I heard a rocket launch. I watched as the rocket hit the brute completely obliterating it. And as I watched it unfold I heard a sniper shot ring out. A sudden stiffness fell over me. I looked down. My left side was shot. With my last living breaths I shot another officer. I coughed up a chuckle as I fell to the floor.

[gryphons-n-kelpies]

Plot twist: MC takes pictures of Morogh too and has them in a secret box somewhere in their room. Not even Des can find it.

Note to self, he looks handsome from every angle.

If he asks, he gets a boop! That’s it.~

He knows~

And he makes sure that whatever he is doing is ~perfection~ just to impress MC. Let them keep the stash of photos. He doesn't mind them stalking him for secret photos. "Keep thinking of me, my beloved dewdrop~"

Imagine when he's not doing anything important. He's outside and it's drizzling rather lightly. His ears perk up a bit and a smile is gently plastered on his face.

*click*

He unties his bowtie and loosens up the buttons of his collared shirt

*Click Click*

He walks into the rain and lets it fall upon his face. Embracing the feel as it trails down his body. Not caring that his clothes get soaked..

*Click click click*

Maybe... if MC follows him enough, they'd get a rather spicy show~

[bowtiestash]

sleeping amongst the poppies

[bowties8glasses]

what were the biggest influences on your art style?

Oh goodness, this is a easy one for my answer to become 8 different tangents

Art style is just an artist's comfort zone so the answer is really just, other artists. whether that was Little Bowties looking at speedpaints and tutorials (My old blog had a whole stash of resources ways to draw hands, perspectives, comic framing, anything I thought I may ever need in the future) or me just looking at someone's art and going "hey I wanna try something like this". I'd attempt something new and it sometimes affect my art going forward and sometimes it doesn't.

You could probably ask me about a specific part of my art and I'd be able to answer where I got it from, though some I'd rather not say due to the artist behind them turning out to not be very good people, a lot of those from my early days too...

The stuff I played and watched also influenced me in the sense that it's the source of my big catalogue of little design traits, especially for monsters and faces, some are series I still regularly check (Kirby, Pokemon, Sanrio..) some are stuff I haven't thought of much lately but still exist in my subconscious (Adventure Time, Monica and Friends, Cookie Run...) and then there's the ones that simply are very niche. even if I saw it in passing or in a video, it's in the sandbox now

It can get hard to recollect stuff sometimes, like, for a while I couldn't think of any examples for rabbit mouths being stylized as ('x') despite knowing it's a thing (now I have Miffy)

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Teddy fiddled with his bowtie as he avoided Revenard Mike’s piercing eye. This was marginally better than the relentless mockery he expected but… being scolded like a child was unbearable. “Which is why I was planning to make an appointment after this!” Then he paused before adding,  “…And I’m well-aware that it sounds like an excuse to avoid seeing how you’d force me but… that was as much practice as seeing how badly my aim degraded.” Teddy looked back towards the research document stash before attempting to redirect the topic away from himself again.  “So… what were you wondering?”

Mike sighed and added on one more thing before switching topics. “Well… At least think of it this way. You deal with us Glornists every Slornday, and then some. You’ll be fine handling those two dweebs for an appointment.”

That was his attempt at being encouraging.

“Anyways, I was wondering where I could find more information on the project’s methods, but I think you’ve answered it.” He got up to poke around the bookshelf and cabinet."

[my-weird-news]

20 Epicly Awkward Prom Pics from the Funky Past 🕺📸

Prom Night Follies: Groovy Awkwardness That Ages Like Moldy Cheese 🕺👑 What is it about peeking into our pasts that tickles our funny bones? Seriously, it's like a nostalgia-induced comedy show where everyone's dressed in the silliest outfits, parading around like they just found a stash of enchanted dress-up clothes. Is it the thrill of seeing folks rocking their bizarre getups without a hint of irony? Or maybe it's the relief that we're no longer wearing powder blue top hats and curtains-as-dress fashion statements. Whatever it is, let's dive into the chuckle-worthy world of awkward prom photos from the Groovy era. Leave the Top Hat Alone, It’s Bored of Your Company Hold the phone, folks, we’ve got a guy in the back sporting a top hat that thinks it's starring in a soap opera. I mean, that thing has more drama than a Shakespearean tragedy. Meanwhile, Mr. Caught-Off-Guard on the side just wants to have a normal picture, but nooo, top hat guy is stealing the limelight. Let’s give it up for the gals though, who are pulling off their looks like they’re getting ready for a blast. They probably wish they left that top hat at home, locked away with all the ghosts of fashion past. Flannel Fever: The Key to Everlasting Love Step right up, folks, for the most '70s prom pic you'll ever lay your eyes on. We've got shag carpet squares, paper mushrooms that look like a failed art project, and dual plaid suits that scream, "Hey, let’s match like a married couple!" These two deserve applause for their coordinated flannel, but someone please get them a towel – the prom dance floor doubles as a sauna, apparently. Magic and Mismatched Expressions: A Perfect Recipe Attention, prom photographers: Can we get a matching expression coordinator, stat? Nothing says “I’m thrilled to be here” like a split-screen of a guy who's hyped and a date who's mentally grocery shopping. Seriously, it's like watching a buddy comedy where one person didn't get the memo that it's supposed to be a comedy. A Puff of Smoke and a Splash of Style Catastrophe Cue the smoke machine, folks! Behold the wide-lapelled flannel jacket that thinks it’s the real star of the show. Bowtie, you're cool and all, but let's be real – the jacket’s hogging the spotlight. This was clearly the golden age of experimenting with fashion, when everyone took a detour through Crazytown before arriving at Promville. But hey, at least this guy has the crown for the greatest 1970s mullet. Congrats? From Prom to Mortuary: The Unenthusiastic Guy Meet the guy who treats prom like a funeral procession. Hands folded, pet gecko missing, and an overall aura of doom – it's like someone swapped his prom ticket with a burial plot reservation. Buddy, cheer up! It's prom, not a séance. Life’s too short to mourn your own prom night. Moonlit Bananas and Peasant Fashion Hey, remember that time the school decided the prom theme was “Jungle Love”? No? Well, neither do we, because it's bananas – literally. Those gals are perched on a moon that could easily double as a giant banana in another life. Maybe the school mascot is the Fighting Bananas. Who knows, it's the Groovy era – anything's possible. ’70s: When Dads Took Over Teenage Bodies The 1970s: when teenage boys turned into middle-aged dads overnight. This guy's got more wedding vibes than a justice of the peace. Did they card him at the entrance? Or did they offer him a briefcase and a 9-to-5 job as a dad-joke enthusiast? Ah, kids these days. Blinds, Blinds, and More Blinds: Oh Yeah, and Teens In this thrilling episode of "Prom Pics: The Next Generation," our young lovebirds are upstaged by the real stars of the show: venetian blinds. Because who needs prom memories when you can have window decor? But hey, at least the kids look happy. Somebody tell the blinds to chill. Last Known Photographs and Prom: A Perfect Match Look, folks, it's the "Last Known Photograph" series, featuring two teens who look like they're posing for an FBI witness protection program file. Are they having a great time? Is this a prelude to a crime spree? We need answers. But we also secretly hope they had a redo for a less ominous prom pic. When TVs Were Prom Dates: An Awkward Love Affair Guess what, folks? The '70s brought us the golden era of prom dates – enter the disembodied head! Because who needs a whole person when you can just go with the floating head option? Half-price tickets for half a person, anyone? Growing Pains and Cloudy Dancing Being a teenager: a tumultuous journey from 4'11" to 6'1" with legs that suddenly think they're in a growth race. These younguns are trying to walk on clouds made of cotton, but in reality, they're just tripping on clouds. Disco dance meets accidental acrobatics – it's all part of the '70s magic. "Jungle Love" or Just Plain "Oh No"? Someone needs to explain the '70s' obsession with bizarre prom themes. "Jungle Love"? Really? Did the school mascot have a stroke of genius, or did someone think, "You know what kids need? A dance that raises questions about cultural sensitivity!" Let's all agree that "Jungle Love" should've stayed in the jungle. Captain Awkward: Ready for Takeoff Breaking news: Prom pic rule #1 – thou shalt not look excited. This guy’s suppressing his inner cheerleader so hard, he's about to explode in a burst of restrained enthusiasm. Inside, he's doing Olympic gymnastics. Outside, he's trying to win the medal for "Most Chill Dude at Prom." Flashback to the Groovy-est Gagworthy Trends Ta-da! If you ever wondered what a single frame of the '70s looked like, here you go. Behold the high collars, wooden wall panels, and oversized glasses that together create a montage of fashion crimes. It's like the '70s threw up in one picture, and we can't look away. Mickey Ears Are So Yesterday, Meet Mickey Dots Who pulled the Mickey Mouse prank on this guy's prom photo? Did he willingly become a# Prom Night Follies: Groovy Awkwardness That Ages Like Moldy Cheese 🕺👑 What is it about peeking into our pasts that tickles our funny bones? Seriously, it's like a nostalgia-induced comedy show where everyone's dressed in the silliest outfits, parading around like they just found a stash of enchanted dress-up clothes. Is it the thrill of seeing folks rocking their bizarre getups without a hint of irony? Or maybe it's the relief that we're no longer wearing powder blue top hats and curtains-as-dress fashion statements. Whatever it is, let's dive into the chuckle-worthy world of awkward prom photos from the Groovy era. Leave the Top Hat Alone, It’s Bored of Your Company Hold the phone, folks, we’ve got a guy in the back sporting a top hat that thinks it's starring in a soap opera. I mean, that thing has more drama than a Shakespearean tragedy. Meanwhile, Mr. Caught-Off-Guard on the side just wants to have a normal picture, but nooo, top hat guy is stealing the limelight. Let’s give it up for the gals though, who are pulling off their looks like they’re getting ready for a blast. They probably wish they left that top hat at home, locked away with all the ghosts of fashion past. Flannel Fever: The Key to Everlasting Love Step right up, folks, for the most '70s prom pic you'll ever lay your eyes on. We've got shag carpet squares, paper mushrooms that look like a failed art project, and dual plaid suits that scream, "Hey, let’s match like a married couple!" These two deserve applause for their coordinated flannel, but someone please get them a towel – the prom dance floor doubles as a sauna, apparently. Magic and Mismatched Expressions: A Perfect Recipe Attention, prom photographers: Can we get a matching expression coordinator, stat? Nothing says “I’m thrilled to be here” like a split-screen of a guy who's hyped and a date who's mentally grocery shopping. Seriously, it's like watching a buddy comedy where one person didn't get the memo that it's supposed to be a comedy. A Puff of Smoke and a Splash of Style Catastrophe Cue the smoke machine, folks! Behold the wide-lapelled flannel jacket that thinks it’s the real star of the show. Bowtie, you're cool and all, but let's be real – the jacket’s hogging the spotlight. This was clearly the golden age of experimenting with fashion, when everyone took a detour through Crazytown before arriving at Promville. But hey, at least this guy has the crown for the greatest 1970s mullet. Congrats? From Prom to Mortuary: The Unenthusiastic Guy Meet the guy who treats prom like a funeral procession. Hands folded, pet gecko missing, and an overall aura of doom – it's like someone swapped his prom ticket with a burial plot reservation. Buddy, cheer up! It's prom, not a séance. Life’s too short to mourn your own prom night. Moonlit Bananas and Peasant Fashion Hey, remember that time the school decided the prom theme was “Jungle Love”? No? Well, neither do we, because it's bananas – literally. Those gals are perched on a moon that could easily double as a giant banana in another life. Maybe the school mascot is the Fighting Bananas. Who knows, it's the Groovy era – anything's possible. ’70s: When Dads Took Over Teenage Bodies The 1970s: when teenage boys turned into middle-aged dads overnight. This guy's got more wedding vibes than a justice of the peace. Did they card him at the entrance? Or did they offer him a briefcase and a 9-to-5 job as a dad-joke enthusiast? Ah, kids these days. Blinds, Blinds, and More Blinds: Oh Yeah, and Teens In this thrilling episode of "Prom Pics: The Next Generation," our young lovebirds are upstaged by the real stars of the show: venetian blinds. Because who needs prom memories when you can have window decor? But hey, at least the kids look happy. Somebody tell the blinds to chill. Last Known Photographs and Prom: A Perfect Match Look, folks, it's the "Last Known Photograph" series, featuring two teens who look like they're posing for an FBI witness protection program file. Are they having a great time? Is this a prelude to a crime spree? We need answers. But we also secretly hope they had a redo for a less ominous prom pic. When TVs Were Prom Dates: An Awkward Love Affair Guess what, folks? The '70s brought us the golden era of prom dates – enter the disembodied head! Because who needs a whole person when you can just go with the floating head option? Half-price tickets for half a person, anyone? Growing Pains and Cloudy Dancing Being a teenager: a tumultuous journey from 4'11" to 6'1" with legs that suddenly think they're in a growth race. These younguns are trying to walk on clouds made of cotton, but in reality, they're just tripping on clouds. Disco dance meets accidental acrobatics – it's all part of the '70s magic. "Jungle Love" or Just Plain "Oh No"? Someone needs to explain the '70s' obsession with bizarre prom themes. "Jungle Love"? Really? Did the school mascot have a stroke of genius, or did someone think, "You know what kids need? A dance that raises questions about cultural sensitivity!" Let's all agree that "Jungle Love" should've stayed in the jungle. Captain Awkward: Ready for Takeoff Breaking news: Prom pic rule #1 – thou shalt not look excited. This guy’s suppressing his inner cheerleader so hard, he's about to explode in a burst of restrained enthusiasm. Inside, he's doing Olympic gymnastics. Outside, he's trying to win the medal for "Most Chill Dude at Prom." Flashback to the Groovy-est Gagworthy Trends Ta-da! If you ever wondered what a single frame of the '70s looked like, here you go. Behold the high collars, wooden wall panels, and oversized glasses that together create a montage of fashion crimes. It's like the '70s threw up in one picture, and we can't look away. Mickey Ears Are So Yesterday, Meet Mickey Dots Who pulled the Mickey Mouse prank on this guy's prom photo? Did he willingly become a Read the full article

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I just finished this hair bow to wear next Friday.

12th -18th June is Men's Health Week, and on the Friday people are going to #wearblue in support of it.

I realised o don't have any blue clothes as its not a colour I usually go for, but I had some lovely blue cotton yarn so I thought I'd make something to go in my hair for the occasion.

My first idea was to make a scruchie, but it would have taken a lot longer to make, so I paused where I was up to with it and realised it was about right for a hair bow. I haven't made one of these before but I have made bowties before and had a load of combs in my stash from an idea I had (and abandoned) for my hair when I got married and it went fantastically well!

If you'd like a hair bow of your own, drop me a line. They will be £5 inc p&p in the UK

[mdaproductions]

Final progress posting about Charlotte before her debut next week! 1. Buttons chosen are from my late grandmother's button tin. These buttons are anywhere between 40 to 70 years old. And I'm using them for Charlie. 2. I hate doing button holes by machine, hating both the process and the look. So I opted to do them entirely by hand! 3&4. To make my life easier and saving having to paint my hands for Charlie, I made white gloves out of spandex. After running some errands this morning I was able to get black fake nails to glue on! 5. Charlie's finished bowtie. It's made using entirely stash materials and a custom pattern. I used an old faux suede curtain I'd been given years ago, interfacing, and tulle to make it. It secures like Lucifer's by having a strap go around my neck and securing with a snap fastener. I can't wait to share the finished cosplay next Saturday and enter the masquerade at @ganimeconvention 💙 Fabrics from @fabricland.canada . . #CharlieMorningstar #CharlieMorningstar #HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelCosplay #HazbinHotelCharlie #Vivziepop #sewing #costuming #tailoring #cosplay #Canadian #CanadianCosplay #fabricland #sewist https://www.instagram.com/p/CnsTYhaLXeS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=