#french character

[cardinal-island]

Marisa's birthday illustration

[kickbutt-avenue]

Street Fighter Masters: Lily cover by enerjax

[starsylveon11-art]

This is Cristina, a butterfly-like pixie and the main character of my concept. She's very curious, passionate and idealistic. She has a strong desire to help people and wants to see the good in them. She's also very creative and loves to draw and design fashion~

She got into an incident one day while wondering off in the Darkland alone (without telling anyone) and it resulted in her sensing ghosts strongly/having a connection with them. This ability tends to spook her a lot. 

Pose reference by: Rabbot-Bases (DeviantArt)

[hieronymus-bunch]

Cherí Soda

The Fourth member of the bunch! Cherí Crème Soda is 23 years old. She is fresh out of art school as an Animation Major. Penelope discovered her because Cherí's Twitter Profile said "LOOKING FOR WORK" and Penelope didn't know that it was about Animation jobs. Cherí still decided to work there though. (Her favorite thing is that she doesn't have to pay rent. She's About 2'6 tall.

She likes things like Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and 80's/90's/2000's movies. She's honestly really good at drawing.

She was born in France, but her family moved to Jersey when she was 3.

She gets Along well with Oscar.

She's good at dealing with kids, but wouldn't want any of her own, ever. Honestly pretty chill.

She was the first employee, and was shocked when Penelope brought two celebrities, one of which used to be president, and THE (former) KING OF A FLIPPIN' COUNTRY and she told Cherí "Meet your new Coworkers!"

[astrangeavenue]

drew some totally normal sadnesses

blank bg and individuals below the cut

edit: i posted some of my thoughts that went into these designs! if youd like to read you can find it in the reblogs

[luckthebard]

Every day we inch closer to finding out what the hell the German dub of the Mighty Nein cartoon is going to do about Caleb.

[gum-iie]

centuries wept away

[calwasfound]

great job cal nation. fanart of another guy stuck in a time loop. time to hit the showers

[doctor-tessa-adler-gray]

Moonshine Shack Incident

Summary: Sometimes when Tessa is working the bar with drunk men they like her a little too much

Warnings: slight physical abuse || Small amounts of blood

“~Et danse le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur.~” Tessa’s voice carries throughout the moonshine shack and many of the men there watch her with longing eyes. She grabs an empty glass and starts cleaning it with the bar rag in her hand. “~Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur.~”

Elliott watches her from the other room where he was discussing business with Marcel. His eyes follow her movements when she puts up the clean glass and grabs a new one. As she sings, she refills empty cups in use and takes payment from the attentive and drunk men.

After she finishes the song she motions to the band to start playing and the men start to disperse around the room. Elliott makes his way over to the bar and slips behind it, setting a hand on Tessa’s lower back. “How did we do?” He asks and she smiles, glancing up at him.

“Almost out. Maybe have half a keg left.” She informs.

“Good girl.”

She smiles at the praise and he kisses her temple before leaving her to go and talk to Marcel again.

She finishes cleaning a little after and grabs her hat from the counter behind her. As she steps around the counter she sets her hat on her head and pushes her hair back over her shoulder. Nearing the doorway to the bar someone grabs her upper arm and shoves her into the wall. She trips over a sleeping drunk and her head and shoulders slam into the wall painfully.

The man grabs her chin roughly and forces her to look up at him. He’s clearly drunk, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze cloudy. “Why don’t you sing a song just for me?” He slurs, leaning in closer to her face.

Her hand reaches for the knife on her gun belt and he grabs her wrist in a painfully tight grip. “You want to hurt me?” He growls and his free hand pulls back. The sound of skin smacking skin fills the air and a few of the patrons look over to see what’s happening.

Tessa’s head is jerked to the side, a red handprint on her cheek and a small gash from his ring slowly bleeds down to her neck. Her eyes are wide in shock and before she can turn to look back at the man, he’s pulled off of her and taking a punch to the face from Elliott. The man stumbles back holding his nose and Elliott grabs his collar, dragging him towards the door. He shoves the drunk roughly through the door, making sure he trips and falls.

“Don’t touch my woman.” His voice is low and threatening. “Marcel, throw this piece of shit out of my shack.”

Marcel acknowledges his order and pulls the man to his feet, making sure to have him trip and run into everything on the way up the stairs. Elliott steps back into the bar and pulls Tessa into his arms, keeping her against his chest. “Everyone go home. We’re closed for the night.”

Everyone downs the last of their drinks and makes their way out the door. The band nods to him on the way and heads up to Maggie to be payed. Once the last person files through the door, Elliott tilts Tessa’s head up gently and looks down at her intently.

“You alright?”

She nods and averts her eyes. “I’m fine.”

His thumb brushes over the red mark and he turns her head gently to look at the gash. “It’s nothing too bad. Let’s go get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“I’m okay, Love. I can do it. You finish business.” She pats his chest and pulls away a little.

“Hey,” he cups her face in his hands and kisses her forehead. “I’m finished with Marcel. You’re my business now. Come on.”

He lets go of her and rests a hand on the small of her back, scooping her hat off of the floor and guiding her to the bedroom upstairs.

Marcel comes back in as they make it up the stairs and assures him the man won’t be coming back anytime soon, and definitely not be able to touch her again. Tessa is led into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Elliott sets hers and his hat on the hatrack in the corner.

“You did good tonight.” He praises, pouring water from the pitcher into the basin and soaking a rag in it. “Where’s your medical bag?”

“By the chair.” She motions to the wooden chair by the door and he grabs it, riffling around in it until he finds what he’s looking for. He sprays carbolic acid on the cut with the Antiseptic spray. She winces at the sting and closes her eyes as it settles. “Thank you.” She says quietly and he smiles.

“Only I get to hit you.”

She smiles a little and watches him put the spray away.

“Now come on. Let’s get some rest. We have to deliver more moonshine tomorrow.”

They both undress and climb into the small bed. Her head rests on his chest and he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist. “Goodnight, Tess.” He whispers, kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, Elliott.”

[doydoune]

hey have you heard of this brand new aa trend that totally just came out

[vultures-and-scavengers]

i appreciate that the plot points for inquisition are just a list of cullen's ptsd triggers. demons, red lyrium, red lyrium templars, demon armies, blood mages, possible blights, definite undead, tevinter mages, tears in the veil, and worst of all, *checks notes* orlesians.

[kickbutt-avenue]

Street Fighter Swimsuit Special 2023 piece by Edwin Huang.

[bklily]

Oh, so now suddenly EVERYONE thinks Rook is hot. I see how it is. I am watching you.

[refinedstorage]

The Calypso Inn, ca. 2161 AD ☢

[mysterycitrus]

where are the supporting casts in batman fic. why is everyone just hanging out at the manor. why are the only leaguers mentioned clark and diana and maaaaaybe ollie if his parenting is getting slammed. where is everyone. why does no one have any friends. why do the friends they do have no rich inner lives outside of batangst. is gotham city trapped under the gd simpsons movie dome. dick grayson blink twice if ur being held hostage

[ozzyeelz]

Been thinkin about the sea recently