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Streetart by The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia, for Cobar Shire Council

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Streetart – The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia

Location: Cobar, Australia Artists: Joel Fergie aka The Zookeeper + Drapl Year: 2024 Photo Credits: The Zookeeper “Last month Drapl and I stayed on …Streetart – The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia

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Three Moons silo art

On my travels

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Tom Felton and an apple crackship

Drapple  (Draco Malfoy and an apple)

(I had to make this, I just watched this episode)

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Reposted from @street_relish - ❌ Artist: @drapl #drapl #tupiniquimcultural #tupiniquimcultural #brisbanestreetart #streetartbrisbane #australianstreetart #australiangraffiti #streetart #graffiti #graffittiporn #graffitiart #walldecor #wallart #wallmural #urbanart #urbanwalls #tv_streetart #urban_streetz #streetart_daily #jj_urbanart #total_urbanart #rsa_graffiti #graffiti_n_wallart #be_one_urbanart #brisbane #gobetweenbridge #thepillarproject @thepillarsproject #streetrelish (em Brisbane, Queensland, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt4jBNTFdOz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b4c844wxjob0

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Torn Rauna

Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Getting away from Señor Osvalo after a cheeky prank Camilo pulled, he slipped down the forest path and got caught up onto a tree branch which ripped his rauna. Panicked knowing his mother would kill him if he ruined his rauna, he quickly dashed to the nearest person who could help him fix his problem but was surprised another miracle was there.

Trigger warning: None just clumsy and slightly ooc Chameleon

A/n: Was inspired by an artwork that I found in pinterest and I would like to make a short story out of it. I think that this would be short. Could make it as a headcanon or draple idk. Didn't mention any specific pronouns, mostly just the word "you".

Also I'm not fluent in spanish nor is originally a spanish speaker. All words are translated in google. Excuse my grammar if there are any errors. Trying to fix it as much as I can.

Also might go hiatus after finishing a fanfic or two... idk

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"Camilo! Get back here!" Señor Osvaldo shouts as he tried to pick up the fallen baskets right side up. The poor man had been pranked by a mischievous yellow chameleon.

The baskets were full of fruits and vegetables that were to be delivered to the market place. As Señor Osvaldo passed by, the Madrigal boy pulled up his trick by shapeshifting into multiple people scaring his donkey to which it was carrying the load. Doing so, the animal yelped and raised up both of its front legs startling the man who was riding it.

Camilo snickered running away then shapeshifts into a random person to blend into the crowd. He might get in trouble later but what's the point when he wants to have a little fun, don't you think?

The shapeshifter dashed down to a certain forest path, a shortcut he knows and sometimes used going back to the Casita. Shapeshifting back, he grinned and was already full of mischief. Ready to annoy out his cousins next, especially Isabella.

"Oh señorita princesa perfecta Isabella, how can I be so perfect as you? Teach me your ways." Camilo woed in a high pitched voice then laughs at his own joke, running down the path further.

Jumping and dodging over branches and rocks, he could already think that he's some kind of parkour guy or something making his way back home more exciting. As he was turned to a sharp corner, he felt like something grabbed him by the back making him fell onto his bottom. He hissed in pain and rubbed the sore part of his butt, turning around to what had caught him.

It was a tree branch, catching him by his rauna. He deflated and deadpanned. "Great."

Trying to stand up, he pulled his rauna off of the branch. "Come ooon..." he dragged and starts pulling a little harder. "I know I'm great and all, tree. But I have somewhere else to go!" He said to no one thinking he's having a conversation to a tree branch and tugged his rauna harder.

He pulled one last time with a great force as he digged his soles on the ground. Hearing a rip, he abruptly stopped but fell back as the branch unclung itself from his rauna. Stumbling to stand up, he checked himself from front to back.

"On no.. oh no, oh no no no, mierde!" Raising his voice from a whisper to a shout panicking as he clutched the torn part of his rauna.

His mom would kill him if she saw this! I mean well... he already made a mess in the village. He was probably already digging his own grave at this point. Taking off the piece of clothe, he looked around his surrounding in fear while thinking what to do. He stopped as he thought of the first person he knew who could help him. Mirabel!

Sprinting, he had finally arrived home while holding on to his rauna. He looked around inside, checkinv for his family if ever they would pass him by but seeing the coast is clear, he was safe.

Dashing up to his prima's room, he flung the door wide open with a bang. "MIRABEL." He shots making the person inside the room jump in surprise and releasing the items they were holding.

"Mirabel's not here..." the person slowly muttered deliberately picking up the fallen items. Sewing materials and cloths scattered around the room.

Simultaneously, the shapeshifter froze but stood up straight embarrassingly after frightening the person inside. He grinned sheepishly muttering a quick apology while his arms are behind him guiltily.

You were a friend of Mirabel, both fixated into embroidery and sewing thus she often asks you to come into the Casa Madrigal to hang out, to sew or sometimes just chat. Today, she invited you into her room as you two could make embroidery designs into your clothes but she was called by her mother to fetch a quick errand. That being so, she left you in the room likely to be with your own sewing.

"Can I help you, Camilo?" You asked as you turned to him finally settling in your items on a nearby desk. He was still glued by the door and was just looking at your frame.

He snapped briskly from his daze and stuttered. "I- uhm.. uhh... where's mi prima..?" He asked nervously while slowly looking up at you and scratching the back of his neck. You looked at him confusingly but answered curtly.

"She was asked to fetch a quick errand, why?"

"I was gonna ask if she could fix this." He strutted but stumbled towards you practically shoving his rauna in front of you. He yelped but gained his balance again, standing close to you with a sheepish smile.

You looked at him raising an eyebrow then back down at his rauna. Obviously seeing the large rip, you took it from his hands and dismissivly turned your back at him to grab a needle and thread.

"She's not here so might as well that I'll just do it for her." You said as you sat down on a chair holding his rauna while slipping the end of a thread into the needle hole. Camilo standing right behind you, looked over your shoulder obviously wanting to look at what you were doing.

"How did this happened?" You asked nonchalantly starting to sewing up the rip. The Madrigal boy basically sat on the floor, legs crossed while gazing up at you as you work.

He lightly groaned burying his face onto his hands kinda embarrassed to explain but mumbled uncomprehensive words. "What?" You asked again side eyeing him. Doing so, he slumped and sighed. "I ran away from Señor Osvaldo after pranking him then went to a forest path, got caught up by a branch and fell onto my butt. But but then when I tried to get up, I pulled my rauna hashly resulting it to rip." He mumbled while picking on his pants and resting his cheek on his palm.

"Karma." You snort at his demise then snuffled a giggle after hearing him mention but twice. He caught your word and looked up at you again with a glare.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes looking away then slumped his posture again making you giggled lightly and shakes your head.

"Hey, at least it wasn't your butt pants that got caught up by the branch. That would be more problematic." You smirked at him then laughed as you saw the scowl on his face and the red that crept onto his cheeks.

Hearing all the mumbled native cursed words he mustered up, you just kept on laughing at his dismay.

"Are you done?" He asked already had enough with all the embarrassment. Obviously wiping a tear from your eyes you nod nonetheless. "Yeah." You spoke then cuts the end of the extra thread.

Both of you stood up as you proudly present it in front of him. The rip was barely visible, now that your careful sewing fixed it. Its like the rip was never even there in the first place.

"Try being more careful next time." You smiled softly at him placing a hand on his cheek while handing the rauna to him. He stared at you wide eye and mouth slightly agape to which making you giggle again.

Snapping out, he shook his head and blushed from your touch. He slowly opened his mouth to talk but then the door suddenly flung open harshly making you two jump.

"Hey! I'm back!" Mirabel shouts standing by the door.

You shot your head at her getting mad at the sudden door bang. "Would you guys stop-?!" As you were about to yell, the wood planks under Mirabel motioned wildly into a wave.

"Hey-! Casita! What's gotten into you?!" Mirabel frankly panicked trying to gain balance as she flung her hands around.

The planks increased its motions as if it was a retaliation saying; "STOP BANGING THE DOOR OPEN!"

You sighed.

A/n: #JusticefortheCasitadoors poor casita, their doors being flung open harshly. *sobs* Oh poor poor thing. *blows onto tissue*

A LOT OF ERRORS I KNOW GONNA PROOFREAD THIS. Cause i finished it at 1am hahhhahahhaha... *sips hot coco with a shaky hand*

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Drapl

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by DRAPL

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PROMPT / DRAPLE OF A POSSIBLE FUTURE FIC (PART 2):

"I need your help, Mando" says Greef Karga in his holo-message one day. "I know how busy you are lately, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't so important and I didn't need someone I trust on this". When Din answers the call he learns the details of the mission: Greef had taken so much at heart the renovation and improvement of Nevarro that he had made contact and tried to help cells of patriots of other planets that wanted to attempt the same. One of said groups, on a backwashed planet of the Rim, was having some troubles with a Crime syndicate that thought their efforts would do bad for business. Din's mission was to meet these people and help them plan a strike against the criminal organisation.

Upon reaching the planet and looking around, Din sighs, thinking that it would take a miracle to rehabilitate the place. Everything and everyone is so dirty that he wonders how an epidemic hasn't broken out, the people looks like little, feral animals rather than sentients and he's pretty sure there are some commercial traffics going on that had been banned long before the Empire. Then again, he isn't really surprised, the laws and enforcements of the New Republic don't reach this part of the Galaxy, these planets don't even have representatives in the Senate to speak up for them. They're on their own.

It's as Din is waiting in a crowded square for his contact to arrive that he catches a set of eyes fixed on him. He had felt someone following him from the moment he had left his ship but they hadn't come out yet. He looks down at the creature staring at him with hudge magenta eyes, three of them, and quickly realises it's a child, a girl. She's of a species he has never seen before, with bright yellow skin and feathers covering her head (the yellow and fluff or her feathers is dampered by the grease and dirt), she has four feathery arms and bony legs. She smiles brightly at him and waves. "Need anything, kid?" He asks. "You're sooooo shiny and cool! Can I be your friend?" She asks, voice full of awe. There is no deception in that statement and Din chuckles at it. Patiently he tries to shoo away the child telling her that he is waiting for someone and that things are about to get dangerous.

She's completely undeterred by his words, smile still plastered on her face. So he follows a different line: "Shouldn't you go back to your parents?" " No." "Are they around here?" "No" "Aren't they worried you're out here on your own?" "No" He considers it a moment then asks "Do you...have parents?" "No" she answers with the same airly smile of before. "Anyone that takes care of you?" "No" "A home to go back to?" "No" "Friends...?" "Everyone is my friend. Do you also want to be my friend?" Din sighs, starting to loose patients, wondering what the hell is his contact waiting for to show up. Before he can say anything else the kid points at his blaster "Did you kill anyone with that?" "Yes, I did." "Cooool! Was it a really bad guy? Did a lot of blood come out?" As a last resort Din pulls out a handful of credits and proposes "If I buy you something to eat, will you leave?" She thinks it over a second and asks "can I have caramelled Meiloorun?" Din nods "Even the big one?" Din gets her the treat and watches her skip away happily. It's not long after that he is approached by the right hand man of the organisation he's supposed to aid.

He is brought back to their headquarters and they discuss matters out. Din is surprised to find that they are a group of very level minded and shrewd kids with very good projects for the future and feels more prompted to help them out. They study a plan to strike against the criminal organisation and call it a night. Din is welcomed to stay at their place. As he steps out of the run down building to catch a breather and take a look around he finds the same kid from before waiting for him outside. He asks how long she has been standing there and finds she had been standing there for almost the entirety of his stay. "Hadn't we agreed that you would leave?" He asks "I did leave. Then I came back!" Din sighs. She asks for his name but luckily doesn't really wait for an answer before giving her own. "My name is Ky'lla. Are we friends now?" Din tries very hard to mentally create an interference over the name. Learning her name is definitely not wise and he wonders why she is so stubborn on the idea of befriending him of all people. But as he notices the way she studies with shiny eyes his armour he thinks he starts to understand. "Are you following me because you like my armour?" "Yes! I like shiny things and this is the shiniest thing I've ever seen! Also, you're big and buff and you're really nice too! You bought me candy! Nobody ever buys me candy!" She says excitedly. Din known he shouldn't ask but the question is out before he can stop himself. "Where do you come from? What happened to your family?" She thinks it over a moment then points her finger towards the sky "My homeworld is in that direction. I came here with mom, but mom died a long time ago'. It's sad but I have a lot of friends now." Something tells Din that all the "friends" she talks about are just a bunch of random strangers and passer bye; that befriending everyone she meets is the kid's subconscious response to her loss. "Don't you remember the name of your planet? Or of any planet nearby?" "No. But I am pretty sure it's in that direction" she says pointing in a different position of the sky altogether. "And...were the people of your planet all of your same species?" "Yes, they were." Great, Din thinks, there's really nothing he can do for Ky'l..THE KID considering he has no idea where "there" in space is and has never seen anyone of her likes before. He sees her yawning. Well, there is one thing he can do. "Do you have anywhere to sleep?" "There's the back alley a few streets over with comphy sacks..." She answers and Din pushes her inside the building "tonight you're sleeping in here" he says directing her towards the room meant for him. She flops over on the bed and asks "can you tell me a story?" "Go to sleep" "But if you killed people you must know stories of battles and duels! Can you tell me the most scary one you know?" Din sighs but for some reason finds himself flopping on the floor, near the bed and telling her what they told him, the first nights he was brought into the covert, of the Mythosaurs and how the Mandalorians learned to tame and fly them. He falls asleep as the words and memories cling to him, as he envisions the pendant with the Mythosaur skull he had given Grogu. The pain for loss of him spreads through his tired body like a fresh wound. Ky'lla falls asleep whispering with awe the word "Mandalorian".

In the morning, he wakes her up, gives her a few ration packs and tells her that she really must stop following him now. For the first time she looks actually sad, but doesn't protest as she goes.

Din catches up with the rest of the group and together they prepare the assault to the criminal syndacate's main objective. At first everything goes as planned but quickly things get messy. Din realizes he has to expose himself more than he intended. Firing up the jetpack, he flies up to the targeted power generator and places a frag mine over it. He fires at will at all the enemies that try to approach but one expecially sneaky killer works his way behind him and, preparing his sniper rifle, aims at a junction in between Din's armour. Din notices him a moment too late as the trigger snaps. He braces for an impact that doesn't come. He looks at the man with surprise and finds terror and bewildermente on the other's face as well as he tries to fire over and over. The rifle is insistently empty. Din takes the moment and turns it to his advantage firing his own blaster which knocks the assassin down cold. "I was the one to steal the rifle's charges. Was I good or what!?" Chirpes in a familiar voice. Din is only partially surprised to find Ky'lla popping out of nowhere, proudly waving the rifle's cartridge around. He wants to thank her, ask her how in kriffin hell she managed that and scold her for putting herself in danger's way for him but his pragmatic mind refrained from that. He quickly pulls the child in his arms and flies them both away from there moments before the charge on the power generator goes off in a hudge explosion. "Whoaaa" Ky'lla exclaimes over his shoulder as flames and electric shocks destroy the surrounding space. The patriots cheer happily below as the last standing members of the criminal syndacate run away.

Din is celebrated like a hero but he pays the compliments no mind. One of the young women of the group cuts off a ringed finger from one of their victims and tosses it to Din "there's a hudge bounty on this one! You should collect it, it's the least we can do to thank you." Din accepts the prize and parts ways with the group, Ky'lla following him around like a shadow. When he reaches his new ship and opens the ramp to it Ky'lla takes a shy step backwards and says "I guess it's goodbye, then. It was nice being your friend..." Din smirks at her from behind the helmet and says "Do you really think I don't know you're just going to sneak into the ship somehow? Let's save time and come in." Ky'lla looks at him in disbelief "you really mean it?!" Din signals her to follow and with a high pitched squeel she goes to hug his legs. "I've got some friends, I'm sure one of them will accept to take care of you" he says, even as part of him already knows that the kid will stick to his side.

Din prepares the launch sequence and soon they are travelling in hyper space. He sends Ky'lla to immediately take a shower in the 'fresher and in the meantime he sends a message to Karga to report on the end of the mission and to prepare the money for the bounty he collected.

Ky'lla comes back to the cockpit looking ten times brighter and fluffier than she did before. "Since I'm staying with you for a while, can you teach me to fight like you do?!" Asks the child. "I could be very good! With four arms I could grab the bad guys from the scruff and tickle them to death!" She says stating her case. "Do you really want that? It's a difficult and intense training..." "Sure! And can I have an armour like yours too?!" "You must become a Mandalorian and earn each piece of it to have one." He says carefully testing the ground. "Then that's what I want to be: a Mandalorian! Can I?" "Well, technically everyone can become a Mandalorian..." "THAT'S AWESOME! Till yesterday I was no one and now I'm gonna become a Mandalorian!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The child starts running around bursting at the seams with happiness. Din laughs. "I want to learn everything there is to know about Mandalorians!" She exclaims and Din sighs out a "Yeah, so do I" "Why, don't you know everything about them already? You are one" He explains that there are very few Mandalorians left, that a lot of their history and culture has been wiped out and that he had very limited access to what was left growing up.

Eventually, the kid tires out and falls asleep in her seat. Din looks back at her and replays all the recent events in his mind, trying to figure out just how he found himself with a new kid under his responsibility. This had been a wrong move. The last time he did so broke his heart and even if it was the right thing to do, he doesn't know if he can get over that same loss again. His latest adventure however lights up a sudden and inspired idea in his mind. He reaches for the console and sends out two holo messages. One to Luke Skywalker and the other to Bo-katan Kryze asking her where to meet up and stating with confidence that he has a proposition for her.

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Streetart by The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia

More info at: https://barbarapicci.com/2024/02/28/streetart-the-zookeeper-drapl-cobar-australia-2/

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Streetart – The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia

Location: Cobar, Australia Artists: Joel Fergie aka The Zookeeper + Drapl For: Cobar Shire Council Year: 2023 Photo Credits: The Zookeeper “Cobar, a …Streetart – The Zookeeper + Drapl @ Cobar, Australia

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Silo art, Monto

By DRAPL and The Zookeeper

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Další den, další drabble. Tentokrát moje osobní noční můra.

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Zaseklý

„Je zaseklý,“ konstatoval Max suše. Ať tahal jak tahal, nehnul se. Zkoušel to silou, kombinoval ji s domluvou, prosbami a nadávkami, snažil se viklat, tahat, tlačit, páčit, prostě všechno.

Ale byl zaseklý.

To by to bylo, aby ho nevytáhl! Vyhrnul si rukávy, drapl ho do kleští, zapřel se a táhl. Hlasitě při tom hekal, ale ani hlasová podpora nedala jeho rukám dost sil na to, aby ho vytáhl.

„Sakra práce!“ ulevil si.

Pacient na křesle vyplivl krev a se slzami v očích zašeptal: „Pane doktore, proč ho nerozštípnete na dva?“

„To by bylo, aby mě porazil jeden zub! Otevřít!“