#face reveal (?) dunno

[teardoll]

i did priscilla presley's makeup!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ im in love

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[dreamtydraw]

Auto portrait.

[dusty-pistol]

I don't think I've ever actually shown yall who's behind the screen, have I? Well, howdy! It's me, Dusty, howdy hey.. Waves...

Here's a few photos I've taken over the recent years. Me and my usual outfits that I may or may not be considerin usin for oc inspiration.

Ignore the... multiple Spiderman posters in the background and the Spiderman hoodie I'm wearin in that one photo.... I really like Spiderman, okay

I may or may not delete this later!

[4ce-of-2pades-inkwell]

Happy Halloween!

Or should I say…

✨Tallulah Tuesday✨

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

[vanlegion]

Lost in feelings... about Faces

So like, I'm just kinda feeling a little out of sorts. Kinda sad. Kinda meh. Kinda introspective.

Back when the Freelancer Arc was first airing, I had held hope that this was all a test run for us getting Canon Face reveals of our main teams by the time the show ended. Double that when S14 came out and showed us Felix and Locus. Triple that with all the new animations in the following seasons.

But then I guess Bernie said there wouldn't ever be Canon faces for the main rvb charatcers. . . But yet we got one for Church and Tex. (Technically*)

And I guess it was to not like overstep the fandom... but like, the Fandom is either gonna accept it or keep their own idea.

Like people are already basically saying they will not acknowledge the retcon of 15-17 (rightfully so) because of all the amazing things it gave us. Things people have been begging for for yeeeeaaaarrrs. All the beautiful animations, small inside jokes... A Red Finally Advancing/Getting A Plot and it was Grif and Donut of all people!

Donut vs Doc fight!? Like holy shit I never knew I needed that in all my life?!

But anywho... You're not gonna make people sad/mad by revealing Canon faces of the rest of our favs.

Like, I am happy for but also envious of the people whose favorite charatcers like Tex, Church, Locus, Felix and others got faces. It makes them so so so much more human. Me being able to see the faces, see the animations for the Freelancer arc... it made me connect to them in a way I haven't and won't ever get to connect with the core charatcers I love more than anything.

It keeps me up at night.

SO then I guess the best thing I can ask is this:

Do we have any interviews or podcast in which some of the VAs give their own headcanons for how their charatcers look? Has Geoff or Gus or Mike or anyone ever imaged what their charatcers look like?

Of course I have my own headcanons.... but for me, having knowledge of a Canon or semi-canon face idea is more rewarding.

[amberskyyking]

Brainworms got me. Tech lives and I have words about it.

***CONTAINS BBS3 FINALE SPOILERS***

Implications Of Being Alive

Chapter 2 - Serving Purpose (This Might Be Banthashit)

CX-2 raised an eyebrow. The thief threw and caught a piece of fruit in the air as he departed, an entirely useless maneuver, it accomplished nothing and was unlikely to serve as an adequate challenge to improve any of his skills. It would serve him better to consume it rather than play with it, given the obvious signs of malnutrition he displayed, from the slack in his cheekbones to his sunken eyes.

The adolescent female watched him go, turning to follow his retreat back into the mines, but the moment he vanished her head bowed in thought. CX-2 felt a tug of concern, which it shouldn’t - And it flinched as it remembered as much, bracing itself to receive punishment for its deviance -

But no punishment came. The scene felt frozen, the girls back to it, turning something over in her head. They had just experienced success, had they not? Humanoids were fickle, it was aware of this, but the idea of one being troubled at a time like this was curious.

If no electric shocks were coming now, there was nothing to stop him from discovering why and adding it to its databanks. Simply for reference, if it was ever questioned. CX-2 dropped its arms loosely at its side and approached.

“What is it?” It questioned.

“The empire’s not the only threat,” She said, her voice sounding smaller than usual… Perhaps even afraid. “We’ve seen so many in the galaxy like Mokko.”

The Empire is only a threat to those who oppose it, is what it should have said. Or perhaps, Resisting is the Empire is futile, insurgents will be eliminated. Yet neither of those perfectly acceptable responses were what came out of its mouth.

“Unfortunately, yes,” He found himself saying instead, staring down at the girl and her sad, trusting eyes. No, that couldn’t be right. It adjusted his goggles, he… He missed his goggles, he had engineered them himself, they had been perfectly tailored to his own specific needs, when had he lost them? Why hadn’t he built a new pair?

It turned back to the rest of his batch and something twinged in his heart again. The girl was looking for assurance from him and it wasn’t quite sure why, but it… he… had a purpose here, that much was obvious. He gave the others an appraising look and chose his words carefully. “However… There are many like us out there, as well.”

Hunter carried one of the last crates onto their ship. Wrecker held his returned tooka doll tenderly in his massive hands. Crosshair… CX-2 wasn’t sure where Crosshair was just now, though logic dictated that he must be nearby. He reached out to give Omega’s shoulder a squeeze.

“And that’s something,” Tech reassured her, and a soft smile settled on her face, filling him with warmth seconds before a monotone alarm yanked it rudely from its stasis.

CX-2 was being activated. It blinked its eyes open, pushed itself upright, and shook its head. For what little sense the fragmented memories made, it hardly seemed worth the effort to purge them from its system completely, not without the treatments he used to receive to assist with that matter. They would only return, they always did, and wasting energy battling them only served to weaken it in the field. Yet it still would be required to empty itself before receiving its directives, so it did so quickly.

The warmth left its body as it did, but it merely shivered once and stood. Delaying further for a small malfunction such as that would be unacceptable. It exited the single bunk domicile with its face blank beneath the helmet, traveling the same path through the same halls of the same star destroyer as it had been for a decade.

There were only two places CX-2 typically reported to anymore. The same lift would take it to either, but today, it was to report up to Colonel Bragg’s suite, rather than down, to the medical bay. It experienced a brief twinge of relief at that, and quickly corrected the feeling before proceeding. There was no point preoccupying itself with that. It would serve whatever purpose the Empire determined was most useful. That was all it existed for. Nothing more.

Reminding itself of that had increased in difficulty as it aged, but it managed. Such challenges were to be expected for organics, and the Empire had not yet seen it fit to replace its remaining organic parts with anything more sophisticated.

It stopped short of the doorway, alerting the Colonel of its presence through the key pad just outside, and awaited entry. Thirteen minutes and fifty one seconds later, the door whirred open.

“CX-2,” Colonel Bragg spoke in her signature clipped tone, barely looking up from her datapad. “A small fleet of Rebel forces have gathered on Terova. Our intel indicates they are using an outpost on the outskirts of the Capital for munitions transfers.”

She gestured for CX-2 to step closer, and it obliged, turning its back to her the way it knew she wanted so she could transfer the data directly rather than waste time on words or formalities. A second later it felt the expected small jolt of a data stick plugging into a space on its spine directly between the shoulder blades, and it resisted the urge to pinch its back at the sensation, as it always did. The intel flooded into its mind directly and scrolled before its eyes in its helmet.

“Find them, eliminate their leader and neutralize their operation,” Colonel Bragg said with a bored sounding sigh.

CX-2 squinted at the data. It’s eyes were getting worse. It would need to update the visual filters in its helmet to compensate for that particular degradation. From the looks of this, though, it would be performing this operation alone. Its lips formed the barest frown. Working alone was typically preferred, however, with three separate objectives…

“Is there a problem, CX-2?”

“There is not,” CX-2 said blandly, but it paused and considered. Even if the TK troopers were utterly incompetent, it had learned that they had their uses. Their confusing logic, unpredictable behavior patterns, and overall lack of skill could be weaponized as distractions or bait, which could be beneficial in this situation.

“Will I have a squad?” It asked before it could remember not to.

Colonel Bragg huffed behind it. “If a squad was necessary you would be given one already,” She said pointedly. “If this mission is beyond your capabilities then perhaps you have served your purpose.”

No, CX-2 didn’t feel that, it didn’t feel much of anything, but the cold from earlier briefly turned to ice at the statement nonetheless. It knew better. It wasn’t its place to question orders, it existed to accomplish objectives… Didn’t it?

It swallowed hard, refusing to acknowledge that at one point, it was nearly certain it had served a different purpose, completely ignoring the traitorous idea that his current one had the potential to be…

Banthashit, one of his “brothers” sneered derisively in his head.

“Good,” Colonel Bragg said, apparently taking its silence as compliance. “I’ll need a full report upon your return.”

The data stick was yanked from the back of its neck. It didn’t wince.

“Dismissed.”

CX-2 marched back out of the office without a single look back. It had a mission. The intel flickered through its mind as it walked and it easily divided its attention between navigating to the hangar and analyzing everything it knew about its targets to form a potential plan and identify exploitable weaknesses.

A minimum of five rebel pilots had been spotted, two identified. One, known in the database only as Cy, was a former Clone Trooper turned traitor, though his CT number was unknown. No matter. A traitor reg may as well be a dead reg. The other was its primary target, the young rebel identified as the leader of this particular effort, a female twi-lek named Hera Syndulla. There was a secondary warning attached in the file to neutralize her C1 unit quickly and with prejudice if it was encountered.

CX-2 would never underestimate a droid, though seeing that the last operative to encounter it had left its body count in the notes was moderately surprising.

In any case, it had been warned. It would fulfill the objectives or be terminated in the attempt. CX-2 slipped into the cockpit of its designated ship, engaged the engines, and piloted it free of the hanger, its mind engrossed in the details of the mission. Once given the all clear, it locked its coordinates, effortlessly executing a sharp swing turn with zero thruster pull to point towards Terova, and punched the hyperdrive.

The ship was encased in glimmering streaks of blue, but not before an excitable voice in the recesses of its mind mis-identified the move as a Tech Turn.

It… It wondered if Tech had liked that name.

FULL STORY HERE!

Chapter 1 HERE!

Chapter 2 HERE!

I’m mostly on A03 so hey. ❤️

[exactly-another-one-piece-blog]

🎶Why the fuck you lyin🎶

[neytris]

the profile picture the owner

[thecanishades]

Self portrait icon <333

[judith-ward]

Sumner Wise

[teardoll]

blue eyeshadow ⋆𐙚₊˚♡

[jefferythejelly]

okay sorry i’m gonna be insane for a second bc this is bothering me

assuming that the bed from last nights snapchats is like his Actual bedroom. Why Is There a Bed in his Recording Room

is it just like? set dressing? weird emergency guest room? secret camboy setup? like what is going on there

[flib1-yibi]

guess who's back, back again, The Alpha Pack is back! We've posted a new video on our channel after a few months of not posting due to school works! and we're now in grade 10! This is the second part of the interview or the last day of school so go on and watch it!!!111!!!1!!!1 The Alpha Pack

[terrifiedtrinket]

face reveal

[hxzbinwrites]

Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD

Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles

Warnings ⚠️:  Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.

"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.

"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.

"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."

"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"

"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."

Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.

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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"

Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.

He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.

"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.

"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.

"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?

"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."

"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.

"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"

"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.

"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"

Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"

"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"

"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"

"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.

"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.

She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.

(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.

But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.

Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.

She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.

"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"

"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.

Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.

The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.

The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)‘s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.

This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.

The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.

“Hi sugar” He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.

“Al-Alastor?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? He’s not one to ever make such…bold advances.

“Oh my love” He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,”you’re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.”

Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasn’t the worst by far.

(Y/n)’s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.

Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, he’d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.

Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.

Vox: “Hey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?”

(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!

Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasn’t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?

(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.

“I think that’s a yes!” Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.

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Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.

He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it “(Y/i) + A”

Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.

He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Vox’s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)‘s face, making her giggle.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.

Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.

“Vox?! What are you doing here?!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOU’D BE MINE!!”

Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)‘s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.

“This is my doe, my love, and we all know if she would’ve drank the tea, she would’ve always chosen me.”

Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.

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