#haha dolls

[haharuspex]

a little doodle about dudes going out for a drink and a drink they have but then andrey and daniil start making out and artemy goes :0 men kissing men is real :0 ok cool don't stop

[askblueandviolet]

[ochiody]

i think they're funny

[notherpuppet]

Sloppy comic based on me and my friends conversation on my bday last week 😝🥳 this is pretty much verbatim hahaha

[mitathemita]

play games till the night ends, keep the lights all bright i rec-com-mend ! 🎶

aka a (very) late doodle for prompt #1 in DCAtober ^_^

cool beans

[blazingkaistars]

Kitties

[wombywoo]

took the boys sight-seeing 🌼💛

[strawberri-draws]

People seem to like my AG sketches so I thought I’d post the other page haha <3

[mblue-art]

BAD SANSUARY // [29] glow for owl-bones's event !

pov u attacked the little error doll he gave u w/ sooo many smoochies and he felt all of it

alt. vers. under the cut !

[deerspherestudios]

Not really an ask, but more of a direct statement to you: thank you! Your games have been a godsend to me and they've helped me when I'm feeling really, really low. You're an extremely polite indie dev and rarely do I meet devs who actually treat their fans like people(I unfortunately met bad devs in the past, so you are a breath of fresh air)! So thank you, thank you so much for making Lift Your Spirits and Mushroom Oasis, for giving this world Alma/Vida, Laika, and Mychael! Thank you so much!

Aaa I'm always happy to know my works have been a source of comfort to many. Knowing that really helps give more meaning to what I'm creating; it really does boost my motivation and helps me intent on finishing what I started!

I'm sorry you've had bad experiences in the past, I try my best to be cordial to the people supporting what I do! So thank you too!! <3

[literallyjusttoa]

"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight

For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."

A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,

Listened to his families' terrible fights,

The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,

The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.

He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,

His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,

As decades passed by, it soon became clear,

The King saw his son as a monster to fear.

The Prince quickly followed every command,

Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,

Years of destruction with no end in sight,

This war would not end with a large act of might.

And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,

And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,

Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,

And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.

He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,

And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,

His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,

As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.

The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,

The sun never set on the first son of Greece,

He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,

Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.

There's only one role for which there are no rules,

So who is the jester, and who is the fool?

[heywardsdoll]

meeting pope at the festival after telling him to be your fake boyfriend was one of the most awkward things you'd done in your very short life.

really, it was the knowing that he would be there and that he'd know why you were there—and that you would probably have to hold his hand, an he would need to hold yours. it was all of that. those little troubles in the stories, and the places you knew you would mess up.

it all started when you noticed how nice pope was. how nice he looked with a button up, and that smile that he did when he beamed. well, okay, so it started a bit earlier before that. your boyfriend, who you had declared as your ex was following you through the party. you'd screamed for him to get away only to bump into pope.

you'd been so intoxicated, that the minute you felt his hand on yours you melted completely, but there was an urgency in your blood that you couldn't shake off. with wide eyes, you whispered something with pursed lips, "act along with it! just act—aww, has anyone told you how hot you look like this? heyward? is it heyward-" then you tried to tread a little closer to him, touching that little part of his tie before you completely stubbled into his arms. you felt so stupid as you let out a small giggle.

pope looked so confused, hand reaching out to steady you. still, his eyes had that comfort in them that you so desperately needed, "oh, hi, sorry, uh," then he winched, "what's the issue?" he whispered out, before you flinched when your ex came in.  quickly pope seemed to zone in on the angry ex, and completely changed personas.

all of a sudden he had to closer to your chest, you could smell his cologne and everything seemed to go fuzzy as he hid your face in his shirt. you took a shaky breath, trying to wish it all away. it felt nice to be in someone's arms like this, to feel so safe. that was when it hit you, how nice pope was.

finally you felt pope's chest heave when he exhaled, and seemed to let you go. your arms however were wrapped around his waist.

"is he gone?"

"yes," pope replied softly. you could feel the muscles on his arms and if you weren't in this sorry state you wouldn't be swooning so hard.

reluctantly, you awkwardly detached your arms from his waist and then looked at him again. His smile was lopsided, a mix of amusement and confusion, which only made you laugh harder.

"what's so funny?" he asked.

"you're-you're so boyfriend material!" you blurted out, stammering through the haze of alcohol. "so cute. look at this button-down. and i love the hat. you don't even know me, and you held me to your chest to hide me from my pycho ex. i would date you, i would marry you," you hiccuped, then suddenly lit up with an idea. "you know what we should do? we should fake date so i can get my ex off my back."

pope stared at you, wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

"fake date?" he echoed, almost like he was testing the idea out loud for the first time. his brows furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his mind, "i'm sorry, i don't even know who you are—"

"well, well, i mean, think about it, you can get to know me!" you rambled, now completely committed to your idea. "my ex will back off, and you—well, you get to pretend to be the hero." you grinned up at him, wobbling slightly on your feet. "it's like a win-win, right?"

pope rubbed the back of his neck, giving you an odd look as he held you up. "i'm not sure that's how this works," he said, trying to hide his growing smile. "i mean, you're drunk. really drunk."

"drunk, yes. but also really pretty," you insisted, poking his chest lightly, which only made you giggle more. "you know, i don't usually get these genius ideas sober."

pope, then like every nice boy you'd met smiled at you gently. you could already hear the consoling words out of his mouth and couldn't help but feel like sulking already.

but then pope sighed, his gaze softening. "look, i didn't mind helping you out tonight," he said, glancing around the room cautiously, "but fake dating? that’s a whole other level of commitment."

you nodded enthusiastically, almost stumbling again. "yes, absolutely. you already saved me once. might as well go all in, right?" you flashed him a cheeky smile, but beneath the humour, there was a flicker of vulnerability. you didn’t want to face your ex alone, not again.

pope still looked uncertain, but you knew you had to stick it to him, and so you thought of a "foolproof,' plan.

"well, at least take my number. we can talk when i'm sober, and we-"

the rest of history. so here you were again, fighting against all odds after messaging pope several times after that night. he was quite forgiving about your stunt, and even offered to meet with you. you'd taken the opportunity to talk to him and apologise in person. god, you'd been so reckless to ask him that type of question. the festive where both kooks and pogues could meet was the best place that you thought there was. it was a chrismas festival, little kids running around under the big tree.

finally you noticed him. he was staring near a small stand with two cups of what seemed like hot chocolate. he had a cardigan on, as well as a cheery smile. the only thing you had been right about that night was how perfect he was for the role. but that's not why you were here. you were here to apologise.

"hi." you murmured out shyly. pope smiled at you, handing you a cup of chocolate.

"for the lady."

you took the cup and let the warmth seep into your hands under the lights. he looked just like you remembered, kind brown eyes and a little frigity. but now he was watching you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"you know," he hesitated before continuing, "i didn't expect you to message, and i wasn't sure if you, uh, remembered everything from last night."

you let out a pained laugh before looking away from his gaze, "oh yeah i remember. a bit too well."

pope scratched the back of his head, clearly still unsure how to navigate this conversation. "look, i didn’t mind helping out. that guy was a jerk, and could tell you were in a rough spot." he looked at you earnestly, his typical calm demeanour shining through. "but, you know, you don’t have to apologize."

you felt a bit surprised at how quickly he forgave you, "no, no i owe it because i launched that idea at you, and i completely forgot boundaries—" you let out an uneasy laugh before pope stopped you mid-sentence.

"i've been through worse, especially from my friend jj. and," he shook his head, "i'm not the one to leave people handing."

this was it. this was what attracted you to him. always looking out for others, always doing the right thing even if it made things worse for him. the one thing that you didn't want to think about too much was how hot he looked doing it too.

but you still felt embarrassed, "you're too nice. and way too smart to get involved in my ridiculous ideas."

he laughed a little, a smile lighting up his face. "i'm not sure i’d call it smart," he teased. "maybe just—stupid enough to go along with you."

you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now that the conversation was flowing. the lights felt even prettier, and the warm of the hot chocolate made you feel more comfortable.

"so," pope began, glancing around the bustling festival before meeting your eyes again. "we’re good, right? no more awkward ex-boyfriend encounters?"

you smiled, nodding. "yeah, no ex-boyfriends to worry about. i promise."

pope’s face softened, and there was a flicker of something more in his eyes—like he was relieved, but maybe a little hesitant, too. he shifted his weight, clearly thinking about what to say next. but he seemed to falter and just nodded.

so you stayed there in that little moment, and he watched the tree—you watched him.

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[chellychuu]

Draculaura 💗🦇

Kofi ♡ IG ♡ Prints

[moonsart]

I finally finished him!!! My own personal Siffrin!!

They have a removable hat!! They have a removable cloak!! He is equipped with his palm-gloves, boots with heels and a belt!! He has it all!!

Did a little photoshoot with them aidhsubsja I’m just happy that I can now squeeze him whenever I want :D!

[mayhasopinions]

L-starion

[fashiondolloftheday]

today's fashion doll is: My Scene Masquerade Madness City Kitty Madison (2004)