#faye : musings.

[binkbonkers]

my dad is like “you listen to a lot of female artists” and my lesbian ass just has to sit there and take it

[sunbloomdew]

faye doodle :] it's not very good but i felt like drawing something so here she is

i gotta figure out a way i want to draw her

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober 2024 Day 4: Virus

Thanks to @bebopcrew for the prompt list! A short one for today :)

Spike-person and Faye-Faye were out chasing a bounty on the Swordfish and the Red Tail, but they weren’t doing so hot. The two guys they were trying to track down had somehow turned the tables and were now hot on their tails, firing missiles left and right. Spike and Faye’s ships were taking it okay for now, but a couple of more good shots by the criminals and they’d be falling down, down, down….

Good thing Ed was there to save the day!

Because little did those bounty heads know that she and Jet had a secret weapon: a computer virus she’d written. It had worked once before, on those mean old pirates, and unlike then, she could send this virus wirelessly, over the net. Besides, these criminals weren’t pirates; they hadn’t even tried to hack their ship or steal all their data first. They probably didn’t have any antivirus software. In fact, for all Ed knew, they didn’t know their ships could be infected at all!

She could see Jet’s brow all scrunched up in worry as he watched Spike, Faye, and the criminals chasing them out the Bebop’s big window, and occasionally glanced back at her. She giggled as her fingers flew over her keyboard, adding some finishing touches to her masterpiece of a program. Silly Jet. He didn’t have to worry. Never fear, Ed was here!

With a flourish, she gestured to Ein, floating next to her. She’d let him do the honors. Obligingly, Ein pressed his nose down on her computer’s Enter key and barked.

Now she drifted over to the window and watched, too, as the ships tailing Spike and Faye started to veer and spin crazily out of control. They almost looked pretty, like a bird or a butterfly in zero gravity. “Wheeeee!” Ed said, following their path with her finger on the window hoping Jet wouldn’t notice and reprimand her for smudging it.

And then the bounty heads were the ones falling down, down, down, while the Swordfish and the Red Tail zoomed safely away, then turned back to follow them down into the planet’s atmosphere—Spike and Faye had the upper hand again.

The virus had worked!

Ed had known it would, but it still delighted her. She spun and twirled around in zero gravity, laughing and squealing, feeling all filled up with her shiny, sparkly triumph.

Jet’s brow wasn’t all wrinkly anymore, either. “You’re a lifesaver, Ed,” he said, casting a grateful smile her way.

Was she? Maybe she was. She was a lifesaver. She had kept Spike and Faye from spiraling down into Certain Oblivion. Thanks to her, they’d catch the bounty and earn lots and lots of Woolongs to buy yummy treats and souvenirs, and keep the crew happy, fed, and not grumpy.

And without her, they’d be totally doomed. She’d been the one to save them.

She sure was lucky!

[jenelain]

i gotta ask but for the blogs i follow that aren't supernatural or horror oriented, are you down for any references (for lack of a better word) to jen being a witch and her involvement in the occult? 🧍  i would assume it's fine because you're all here but after recent occurrences with my other horror oc, i figured i should ask 😭 i honestly don't really have a verse where jen isn't a witch because she was developed to be one but i would be down to plot out how to interact if your muse isn't supernatural, as long as i'm not forced to default to it all the time

[ruinouss]

@dimensionalspades's Mythe stuck on babysitting duty during down time. At least he finds her amusing.

[vbholidayfestival]

It's the winter solstice and it feels like something magical is in the air. A Clefairy wearing a poinsettia flower over her ear bounces out the window of a house near the very top of the bridge, singing a haunting melody as it leaps and bounds toward the light displays. A curious blue-and-white Whimsicott with sprigs of holly decorating its cotton-like fluff follows closely after her.

The Clefairy doesn't stop until she reaches the Kanto display of Mt. Moon, which stands proudly beneath the glow of tonight's waning moon. She starts dancing around in a circle around the light display, basking in the moonlight and flapping her delicate wings as it unravels in song. The fairy is soon joined by several other Clefairy that must've made their way over from the Giant Chasm, as well as a few Whimsicott that call the nearby woods home. The newcomers join in with hums and elaborate pirouettes as the lead Clefairy sings her magic into the air. For some reason, the air smells sweeter, cleaner, and all the nearby light displays begin to glow more brightly than they did before. It starts with the Kanto display until, light by light, it spreads to every holiday light in town!

If you are attending the festival with a fairy-type pokémon, they can join in this dance if they wish.

Any human in the near vicinity with aches or injuries is granted pain relief that will last one week!

[strige-faye]

Use me at the party~

[sullengirl-888]

movie musings 6 . 9 . 24

entry no.84 : bonnie and clyde (1967)

rating : ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

thoughts : oh to be two bank robbers in love :(

review : https://boxd.it/6QlUtV

divider credits : @/v6que

[moonsmultimusings]

@spilledw1ne liked for a starter! ☾

Another day, another bounty. This was the typical modus operandi of the Bebop and its crew, a crew that had expanded despite Spike's protests. Things were much easier when it was himself and Jet. He'd always said that the three things he hated were kids, animals, and women with attitudes. And somehow, they'd managed to end up with a crew comprised of just that. Jet didn't seem particularly sympathetic to this complaint. For a former ISSP officer, he could be so soft sometimes. While Spike would have argued they ought to have kicked all three out, they remained. In Faye's case, at least, she was opportunistic enough that she'd have found her way back regardless. It had happened before.

The most unfortunate part of this arrangement was missions in which Spike found himself paired with her. Cases where, say, Jet and Ed remained on the ship, and it was just the two of them heading down to investigate the planet they'd stopped at in search of a face they'd only seen on the broadcast. It wasn't even that Faye was incompetent, per se. She held her own at the casino, and managed to find her way back onto the Bebop. She just had a bad habit of throwing herself into trouble and messing things up. He doubted he'd need any help with this one anyway. He could go in, deal with whatever shootout ensued, and come out just fine. Jet trusted him enough to see it through, to wait at the ship with the brig ready.

Straightening out his jacket, he turned his attention to Faye. “I don't know why you couldn't stay on the ship too. This'll be quick.” Ideally, anyway. Things never seemed to go quite right for the crew, as they always struggled to collect their bounty one way or another. This one was meant to be a smaller collection, an easy one. They needed a little something to tide them over, to add more beef to their bell peppers and beef.

[ac1nums-moved]

@insanislupus, jackie matlin required a starter from faye chamberlain.

" you may think you're the top of the food chain, but darling, i've got a few tricks up my sleeve that might just surprise you. "

[nooneasgood]

@darlinghearts : semi plotted starter

Roderick hummed softly as he pulled back from the kiss. One that was rather chaste all things considered. But, they had all the time in the world. Nearly two weeks' worth of vacation was finally ready to be used, and he planned on making the most of it. The hand against her neck slipped a little lower, teasing the side of her breast before resting against her ribcage. A million thoughts raced but none more present than the need to make sure that she was stuffed full, each and every damn day. None of that lazy half pulled out shit that he had to do for work, either.

"Hmm, as much as I would love to fuck you right here, right now, we do have a plane to catch. Besides, can't say either of us have fucked on a beach in the Caribbean before. So, why not make the first day of vacation special? Little addition to the mile high club and an evening on white sand, making sure I've bred you nice and proper. Sounds like fucking heaven to me. What do you think, baby?"

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

I remember you saying once that you didn’t feel (paraphrasing) that your art schooling experience was very fulfilling, and I believe you used the word slapdash 🥺

Can you tell us about your artistic journey following that period? How did you get from unknowing to growing?

Ok, so first apologies because this is a long one.

After college I was so focused on surviving that I didn't really have the time, space, or money to focus on making art for a long time. A few months after school ended I was homeless and couchsurfing to avoid living in my car. Over the next 5 years or so I bounced around a lot. Moved across the country and back, ended up homeless again, worked three jobs at the same time to afford a place to live. In this period, the only really meaningful art that I made were a couple of commissions to paint garden sculptures for my friend's mom. Example:

Anyway, then moved to my current place almost 7 years ago. Still mostly didn't feel like I had the time, space, funds, or fucks to give to do art. Once I got the apartment to myself a couple of years later, I started to feel like I could breathe a little easier and started doing small creative projects like trying out tie-dyeing for the first time. It wasn't until after Covid hit (and I got it bad enough that I truly thought I might die alone in my apartment) and then I left my job that I really started painting for myself again. Once stores opened back up, I bought a bunch of cheap canvases and paints. I've never actually taken a class on acrylic painting (there was never one available during my school time) but it's the medium that works for me most often.

I did a couple of random projects when the mood struck and I had the spoons, the Camp Fuck You I'm a Wizard painting being the biggest example. But rarely worked on a single project for longer than a day or two before losing steam.

Meeting D was a creative catalyst for me. For the first time in over a decade I felt Good, I felt Inspired, because I felt Wanted. I jokingly (or not so jokingly) referred to him as my muse, because his enthusiasm and encouragement made it so easy to fall into more projects and try new things in my art and feel great about all of it. I created more pieces, and importantly more pieces that I was actually proud of, after meeting D than I have in the entire rest of my life combined.

But obviously that didn't work out. He's still an encouraging presence from time to time, but it's not the same. It's getting harder and harder to want to create, to feel inspired lately. I felt good about my last project, but it was a commission and that's probably the only reason I finished it. Most of the dregs of my creative energy currently go into making OF content to keep that small trickle of income coming in. If I weren't getting paid I probably wouldn't have the drive to do that any more either. Turns out intense, soul-sucking loneliness isn't good for the ol' creative flow. I don't know if I'm growing any more.

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober 2024 Day 3: Luck

Thanks to @bebopcrew for the prompt list! I've also put my Beboptober stories for this year on AO3 here!

This story takes place during the beginning of Session 11, "Toys in the Attic."

“And that’s fifteen games in a row I’ve won,” Faye said, accepting the book that a scowling Jet handed her and putting it among her pile of other winnings. A smile played about her lips. “I guess luck is on my side today.”

Jet narrowed his eyes. “You’re full of shit.”

“Am I?” Faye said lightly. “Or is it you who just can’t accept an unfortunate losing streak? That’s not very honorable of you, Jet.”

“I am honorable,” said Jet. “But when an honorable man makes fifteen wrong guesses at the dice game and doesn’t win once, and he loses everything he owns, he tends to want to make sure he’s on an even playing field.”

“What are you implying?” Faye gasped, knowing perfectly well what Jet was implying.

“I’m saying that maybe it’s time I rolled these dice for a change,” he said. “My way. No tricksy business, no weird throws.”

“Fine by me.” She shrugged and handed over the dice and cup. “Although I don’t see how your way is all that different from my way.”

Jet set the dice in the cup, covered the top with his hand, and gave the cup some good, vigorous shakes—making sure to look Faye directly in the eye the whole time, so she could see he wasn’t doing any weird, trick shakes that would guarantee the dice would land on a certain number, or otherwise deliberately throwing the game. He was going to go about this fair and square, unlike some people. Or so he suspected. “We’ll see who really has all the luck here.”

“And for stakes…” Faye thought for a second. What had they not already bet? It seemed like Jet had given everything but the clothes on his ba— Suddenly she had an inspiration. “Your jacket if I win, my jacket if you do.”

“Sounds fair to me.” Jet gave a short nod, then set the cup down decisively on the table, the dice securely inside. “Now, make your guess. Which is it?”

Faye looked up, trying to appear deep in thought. “Hmmm…I think I’ll go with…evens.”

“You’re sure?” Jet said. He couldn’t help but give a derisive snort. “Your luck guiding you to that?”

“Yes, Jet, the wisdom of the ancients is guiding me in a random, time-killing dice game.” She rolled her eyes and leaned back, crossing one foot over the other. It knocked against her new gold anklet. “I’m just feeling confident today. I’m doing evens.”

“Fine,” Jet said. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” He raised the cup, peered at the dice…and his face fell. “Snake eyes. Even.”

Faye cheered—just a little, mind you; she didn’t want to gain a reputation as a sore winner or anything—as Jet reluctantly shrugged off his jacket and passed it across the table.

He shook his head. “I guess you really are that lucky.”

She smiled up at him, as innocently as possible. “Care to go double or nothing? Maybe we can bet our shoes next.”

“We’re turning this into a strip game?” Jet frowned. “I don’t want to lose any more clothing.”

“Maybe you won’t have to,” she said with a grin. “Maybe this will be the turn where you end my winning streak.”

Quick as a flash, her eyes flicked down to the gold anklet around her leg—the one that could magnetically change the roll of a die if she gave it the right twitch—then back up to Jet.

But I doubt it.

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

SIMPSON SISTERS VIA SOCIAL MEDIA

faye's social media is a lot more curated and filtered. she takes a lot more of an artistic approach to it. meanwhile, carly just posts pictures of whatever she wants when she does post. for navy related reasons, she's not the most active.

featuring . . . carly & faye simpson

mutuals may interact, do not reblog without permission

template psd credits

template credit , psd used on top pic , the psd used on bottom pic

[ruinouss]

📐 + 5'8" for piper

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

I have never drawn Piper before so please forgive me!

[withgutsandglory]

Unpacking and found MY LIL PLUSHIES