#lulu + chips

[dragoncxv360]

CW for a see through dress with underwear underneath

Drawings of mine and my friends’ oc Lulu, featuring Clips’ hand lol @alexandraisyes @polaris-stuff

Close ups under the cut (including the underwear without the skirt layers)

Reblogs appreciated (though I understand this drawing is a bit more risqué and not everybody is going to reblog that kinda stuff)

[chipsncookies]

Lulu will ride you now 🐴

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

arctic monkeys on mtv valencia, 2010 (x)

[baconandvibrators]

Y’all my bestie’s partner is a vet tech and they have 3 dogs and now 2 cats and this summer has been just so many animal cuddle puddles and I could not be living my best life anymore than this

[extemporaneousmusings]

1/4/24

Kalo mina!

Pictured: Lollipop having the time of her life

Today I:

-clocked in for my dept job even though I usually take Mondays totally off, but I had to do some work. it was pretty short and painless so it didn’t ruin the day thankfully

-took Lulu to the farm sniffspot an hour south of the city and had a delightful time

-made falafel and pita from scratch for dinner and knocked my own socks off with how good it was. All of the pitas puffed!! Also really appreciated the crucial pantry acquisition of pomegranate molasses from a Mediterranean market we visited on my bday road trip last year

-am about to finish season 15 of taskmaster and I had the winner spoiled early on reading an article abt a contestant but I’m very excited for Jules bc they don’t know and will be so happy with the results

[squishy-calamari]

according to tumblr, we can still celebrate a belated christmas!!

enjoy some edits

hope u like them!!!

all the pictures don't belong to me and all rights belong to dean-fleischer camp, cinereach, a24, dreamworks, aaron blabey, universal, warner animation group, dc, seven bucks productions, warner bros, netflix, and original force

[churchydraws]

the robots can eat in the CSS AU, but it’s not something they need to do. It’s just a secondary way to charge, the only ones who regularly eat is Lunar, Red, and Sun. Moon prefers metal, Lilac is indifferent, and Eclipse usually just drinks coffees and energy drinks. They all got favorite flavors tho!

Red really likes spicy food, and can eat anything that’s spicy. Ghost peppers are one of his favorites, though he knows there are spicier peppers out there and he wants to try them all one day. it scares his brothers. They also REALLY like meat, especially beef and chicken. being able to have cooked meat, or cooked food in general, changed their entire viewpoint on flavor. They still occasionally will eat scrap metal, since they did enjoy the flavor of metal the few times they could find any when they couldn’t steal batteries to charge. Aside from metal, their ‘favorite’ garbage food is plaster, cardboard, and wood, using the term favorite lightly. They don’t want to have to eat garbage ever again.

Lunar likes sour and sweets, but likes sour stuff the most. a child who brought in lunch from home to the daycare dared him to eat a lemon that they snuck into their pack and Lunar not only ate it, but enjoyed it. This also scares the rest of the siblings.

Eclipse likes tart and tangy food, and is fond of cheeses, but he also enjoys bitter flavors. I can’t really say what his favorite coffee would be because I don’t drink it myself but when he’s feeling lazy he’ll take it black. He usually only has actual food when it’s movie night, he uses the charger more.

Sun likes sweet foods, especially fruits, and salty foods.

Moon prefers to eat metal, but likes tart flavors, and enjoys sweets as much as Sun does.

Lilac doesn’t really have a preference yet, but he likes the food that gets handed out to the kids at the daycare! Animal Crackers are probably their favorite. They also like pizza, their preferred toppings are pepperoni and cheese or Hawaiian, although they pick off the pineapple and squeeze the juice onto the pizza and eat the pineapple separately. They like the flavor but the texture of the pineapple on the pizza bugs them. 

and of course all of them have had the sundrop and moondrop candy at least once.

Red is also the only one that can actually cook. Moon is no longer allowed in the kitchen. Sun can prepare sandwiches and Lunar can prepare packaged food like canned soups and ramen and can make grilled cheese sandwiches. Eclipse knows how to cook but it never ends up tasting very good. Lilac is too nervous to try cooking.

[guardiandogstruelove]

oop- i forgot to post these gotta love the reference of kate mckinnon for that lulu poster <3 hope u like em!!! and go make ur own ones here: https://www.barbieselfie.ai/ and sorry for being off topic of f/os but i'm excited for that barbie movie to come out in july!!

all rights belong to warner bros., mattel, warner animation group, dc, and seven bucks productions READ MY DNI BEFORE PROCEEDING

[entamewitchlulu]

i don’t do much for dm anymore but i don’t think i ever talked about my stupid concept involving 1) Marik and Amelda meet post-canon, bond over shared stories of failed revenge, and start dating, 2) sometime after they move in together, thief king bakura somehow is resurrected and one morning Amelda wakes up to find Marik trying to smack a hissing bakura with a broom while bakura huddles on top of the fridge, 3) somehow they become the world’s weirdest polycule

[unicofan3011]

2nd image featuring Lulu, who belongs to my friend @/pisstrider on instagram!

[chipsncookies]

Imagining superbia ojisama... 🤔

(context)

[crushedsweets]

What is everyone favourite snack? 

Tim likes beef jerky Brian likes cheese and crackers Toby likes hot cheetos Kate likes baby carrots Jack likes... Clocky likes popcorn Sally would like gushers Ben would like any BBQ chip Jeff likes takis Liu likes granola bars Jane likes almonds/nuts/seeds Nina likes hard candy Ann would like pretzels Lulu would like mint icecream Dina would like toast Lazari likes chocolate any 'would likes' means they dont need to/cant eat

[starlightdreaming]

Happy(?) Birthday! Pt.1/2

Lucifer x Reader!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel

Content Warning: Angst to comfort, Birthday blues, another vent fic! (mb) Neglected/Abandoned friendship. Also this fic takes place in like a Highschool AU? I guess.

Synopsis: It’s your birthday! Who could possibly forget that?

Further Note: ITS MY BIRTHDAY RAHHH (4/11)

(Insert bday art here idk lol im working on it)

You sighed as you stared out the window on the second floor, head resting under your hand as you leaned into your desk. You watched the birds chirping in the trees, neglecting your work assignment your teacher had given you twenty minutes ago. You never did your work in the first place anyways, you were always doodling or drawing on them, not feeling motivated to do much else.

You heard footsteps approaching you while you were daydreaming, you turn to see your teacher had placed your paperwork down onto your desk, not giving you a glance. You look down at the paper seeing the usual grade you always get, another ‘F’ like anything else. Usually you just don’t turn in any paperwork, you grab your paper from the desk and shoved it in your bag, it already being long forgotten.

You looked out the window again, gray clouds covering the sky, making the day feel all the more duller. Halfway through the day, the bell rang, signaling it was time for lunch. It was the only time you actually enjoyed throughout the day, all your friends and you would hangout together for the good hour of the school day, you grabbed your bag again, putting it against your back, standing up and leaving the classroom. Many kids your age had walked past you, talking to their friends, going to classes and hallways to meet and hang out, the same you were about to do.

You turned in the hallway towards the stairs, following down as the kids flooded every corner of the building. After escaping the staircase you walked down the long hall that passed by the principals office and school library, reaching the cafeteria that held kids as they shouted and ran. The school felt flawed on how many open windows there were, letting random public eyes stare through the schools windows, seeing the many children that were in the facility, it really did bother you but no one seemed to care at all. You put your bag down at one of the small tables in the cafeteria room, walking to the lunch line to get your ‘healthy nutritional meal’ the schools claims them to be.

You scrolled through your phone as you waited, feeling the anxiety gnawing at your body as if the whole school was staring at you. They weren’t obviously but it still felt that way no matter what you did. It was terrible. Your anxiety chipped away when you saw Lucifer walk in the cafeteria, placing his bag next to yours, he saw you waiting in line and waved at you with a cheery smile, you waved back, smiling as well shyly.

He hopped in line with you, not caring what others think. You craved his confidence, confidence that gave you the ability to express yourself without caring or feeling everyone’s judgment upon you. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He chimed loudly, making your heart sink from the attention you were nothing gathering but you tried your best to brush it off as you tried to keep your focus on your best friend of three years. “Oh, thanks Lulu..” you say nervously, hugging your arm.

“I made you a little something for your birthday but I’ll show you after we get our lunch!” He says excitedly while you both stepped further in the line, grabbing trays and a small milk carton to drink and putting them on your trays, stepping further down the line, getting your meals next, “so what do you plan on doing today?” He asked, looking at you with his ruby red eyes and rosy red cheeks, making your face heat up, “oh, uh.. nothing really..” you say, saddening at the loss of what to do, you felt like it was just a day closer to death and it made you worry.

“Aw don’t worry,” he says nudging you a little, “we can think of something together!” He smiles at you, his fangs showing as he tilted his head. You smiled and looked away, your face feeling more hotter the longer he stared at you.

After you both had got your meals, you both sat down together at the small circular empty table, making you wonder, “where is everyone else?” You asked, looking at Lucifer while he dug in his bag after putting his food down, “oh they’re hanging out with other people today in clubs! Wanted to join em but I didn’t want to leave you here by yourself.” He says as he pulled out a paper, turning to you, “here, I made this for you!” He says, eagerly showing his gift, it was a drawing of you and a bunch of ducks… as if he doodled them out of boredom, “oh, thank you so much Lulu.” You smiled, taking the drawing from him and admiring it with a smile, “it’s really cute.” “yeah? I’m glad!” He says, zipping up his bag and putting it on his back, picking up his tray, “I got to hangout with someone today, we have to discuss our project together but I promise to come back!” He smiles at you comfortingly as your smile faltered, “oh, alright then.” You say as you bring your smile back on your face slightly, trusting he would keep his word.

He left the cafeteria, leaving you alone with no one else. When the year began, your lunch table would be full of your friends, filled with even your friend’s friends, then later over time, your friends started separating in different hang out spots, leaving you here now, alone at your table on your birthday. You sighed as you waited for Lucifer to return, those seconds turned into minutes as time went by, your lunch felt unbearably long as you sat there listening to the other kids around you laughing and smiling, enjoying each others company as they conversed, making you feel all the more lonely. You felt too anxious to try and look for him, wandering the halls while people even gave you a glance in the halls was the last thing you wanted. You wish you could have just been invisible, you think it’s all the better to avoid everyone. Well, it’s not like the opposite is happening to you currently, who would want to even talk to you? You poked at your food, not feeling hungry and definitely not eating whatever the school serves.. it doesn’t even look nutritious or healthy.

You decided to throw your meal away, seeing as Lucifer hadn’t come back yet and lunch was almost over, you still expected him to come, even if he was a little late. He promised. You decided to go on your phone, distracting yourself with the little time there was and not before long; the bell rang.

It seemed like he did forget, even though he promised.

You sighed sadly, slightly betrayed by the trust of that promise, you were going to talk to him about it later.

You opened your bag and took out your binder before you left the cafeteria, staring down at your feet as you held the binder, hugging it. You avoided everyone’s and anyone’s gaze as you walked down the hall, your next class was upstairs, so you had walked up the crowded stairs, feeling your anxiety gnawing you as everyone pushed to go up the steps, when you made it out, you exhaled a breath quietly, not noticing you were holding it. You went to your next classroom door, waiting there as you held your binder, finding comfort in it as if it was like a shield from the world, it wasn’t long before you heard a familiar and loud laugh, you looked up and saw Lucifer with Lilith, he was smiling widely as he walked past you, not even acknowledging or noticing you, your heart sank, it further confirmed that he had actually forgotten about you and it hurt you. You raised your binder up to your face, hiding the tears forming from watching Lucifer happily spend time with someone else rather than you.

To you, Lucifer was your first. In a room full of people, you would choose Lucifer but as you watched Lucifer walk down the hall, looking at Lilith so attentively, you could tell he would never choose you. The thought made you go further into a rabbit hole, if Lucifer was the closest person to you in all the people you have had ever met.. does that mean no one would choose you as their first? You sucked in a breath, feeling your tears start to flow, you immediately wiped them away, your anxiety rising in you again, you were afraid someone would start asking questions or concerns and that would make your crying worse.

The teacher finally opened the door and you walked in first, looking down and using your hair to hide your tears, you sat at a desk that was at the corner of the wall, you turned to it, hiding your reddened face. You quietly sniffled as you used your sweaters sleeves to wipe and clean your face, you tried to distract yourself with something else, trying to stop the tears and thoughts, embarrassed to cry in public. You just wanted to go home and hide in your bed, hide away from the world.

You ignored the teacher as she began to ramble on with her lecture, you picked up your pencil and pulled out a paper from your binder, drawing and doodling to distract yourself. You felt completely blue, you didn’t feel like it was your birthday anymore after seeing Lucifer had forgotten or stopped caring about it anymore, you looked at the drawing he had made you and you were holding onto that sliver of hope that maybe he just didn’t notice you in the hallway and you were just being dramatic, thats all.

You lied to yourself, finding a sliver of comfort in it and that was the whole point. You always lied to comfort yourself, it was a coping mechanism at this point and it was the only comfort you could find in your life currently. When you pulled out the drawing Lucifer had made and saw yourself smiling on the paper, you wish you had felt the same way the drawing had did. You wanted to just have a birthday where you sat at the middle of the table, a cake in front of you lit in candles, you wanted all your friends and family to be surrounding you, singing and telling happy birthday with smiles on their faces, it’s all you wanted for your simple birthday.

Although you couldn’t see it being true to happen, you could just daydream and even draw it the scenario and thats what you did. You drew yourself and all those ‘friends’ you had, it was terribly made but it made you somewhat smile, you felt like you were in the drawing somewhat, like it actually happened and wasn’t just a doodle to cope, it felt surreal.

after one drawing, you drew another, indulging yourself in a fantasy with art, you kept drawing yourself in scenarios of you and characters you had made, blocking out the reality of your classes and school assignments as you were wallowed up in your own world, living in it now.

You had spent the entire day drawing, relieved school was now over for the day, you got the chance to finally look for Lucifer and talk to him, hoping he didn’t just completely forget you like everyone else had.

After going down the hallways, heading toward the front of the school for buses and car pick ups, you saw Lucifer talking with Lilith but that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he would go to your party - if he even remembered.

“Hey Lucifer, are you still going to my party?” you chimed, throwing your anxiety and intrusive thoughts out the window for a moment to ask him that question genuinely. You had spoke rather loudly, alerting people around you but you definitely caught Lucifers attention, when he turned to you, your smile faltered. Lucifer was looking at you and not in a pleasant way either, he looked at you with an estranged look, like as if you were a stranger and was confused as to why you were even inviting him to such an event. It made you step back in surprise from his expression, you looked around you and saw people staring at you, Lilith included and it made your heart sink, your anxiety spiking from the judgmental looks that surrounded you.

You began to panic, seeing all eyes were on you now, you waved at Lucifer, laughing nervously as you wanted to leave the situation quickly, “nevermind, i’ll figure it out!” You say awkwardly before walking out the building rather quickly. You hid at a corner of the school panting, you threw your bag to the side as you leaned against the wall and sat down, hugging yourself as you tried to calm your breathing, your tears falling down your face from the stress of the situation you were in a moment ago.

You wiped your face, hearing your phone in your pocket buzz. It was your mom, she texted you that she was here to pick you up, you felt rather relieved. You didn’t have to endure the bus ride home and you could avoid Lucifer too, you cleaned your face as quickly and perfectly as you could, grabbing your bag as you stood up to text your mom where you were specifically.

After a bit, your tears dried up and your mom drove to the lot, you walked to the car, getting in as you set your beg next to you, looking at your mom with a smile.

It was a comfortable drive, your mom had asked you what you had wanted for your birthday, a cake was included. As you spent time with your momma, you had gotten yourself a laptop, your mother agreeing to pay it for you, you were happy and rather excited to be able to use the new device for your school work (further art projects).

The way home was rather rejuvenating from the dreadful day you had to endure, feeling like no one had wanted to even or care about your day of your birth, your mom had made it all the more better, he sweet smile and a song chimed of your birthday, your family somewhat cared, they cared more than what you had expected, it was much but it was just enough for you to feel better about your day.

You had clicked and messed with your new laptop your mom had gifted you, not caring about the know at your door. You saw your mom was on her way to open it anyways so you didn’t bother as you kept typing in your notes and opening sites as you smiled only for time to stop when you heard a familiar male voice at the door, asking and calling for you, “Y/n is home right? I didn’t see her at the bus stop on the way home like we were supposed to.”

You stood up to go to the front door curiously, your mom smiled as she spoke, “yes, shes right here!” she chimed, turning to you and gesturing you to talk with your friend at the door, you saw the familiar blonde and immediately knew it was Lucifer, you wanted to just close the door but that would make your mom raise concerns you didn’t want her to worry about, “Happy Birthday Y/n.” Lucifer smiled at you, dressed somewhat formally, he was wearing something different than what he wore at school, you smiled nervously as you avoided his gaze, “thanks..” you say as you fiddled with the front door knob, kinda just wanting to hide away in your room now.

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cliffhanger and rushed, mb gang (just wanted to get this posted.)

[thelov3lybookworm]

Little Fawn

Summary: Y/n faces the consequences of ignoring her grangran's advice.

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A/n: here's something short for all my lulu girlies ❣️

(also thank you @clairebear08 and @berryzxx for helping with lulu's perfume eheheh 🤭)

Anyways, enjoy!

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Do not leave the home at night or walk the streets alone at night. Especially in the middle of the night.

That's what everyone said, including Y/n's own grandmother, who had taken her in after her parents death when she was only a child.

They had been killed by the very being Y/n had always been warned against.

Vampires.

Even thinking about them sent a chill down Y/n's body.

She hurried her pace, pulling her coat tighter around herself, keeping her eyes downwards, glaring at the worn and chipped cobblestones under her feet as if they had caused her a personal offence.

She was already in a bad mood because of her friend, who had forced her to stay long after she was supposed o have returned.

Y/n worked in a local restaurant as a chef. Creating intricate art in food from raw materials brought her immense joy.

That was one of the things Y/n had inherited from her mother. Both of them had loved cooking, and always gave their best into whatever they created.

Y/n paused at the mouth of an alleyway, considering her options. She could either take the long but used route, where she could see that people were mingling on, or take the shortcut, which right now, looked abandoned.

Y/n knew her grandmother always yelled at her to not come home late at nights, and if she had to, to not take the road where not many treading.

But...

Who was going to tell Y/n grandmother?

Y/n turned on her heel, speeding her pace as she started up the lightly inclined alley.

Completely missing the sign that said read-

Body found. Do not tread. Supernatural presence suspected.

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The alleyway was usually was filled with people and bustling crowd, eager to get wherever they were going to. At the very least, it would still be filled with the chatter from the nearby homes and restaurants.

But tonight, it felt eerily... quiet.

It was so silent Y/n could practically hear the breathing of the earthworm six feet underground.

I need to stop exaggerating so much. Y/n thought to herself as she walked briskly down the street. She had already covered half the distance now, just half more and then she would be home, safe and sound.

Y/n started to think about the book that she had been reading about food and wondering about how she could help her restaurant grow when the sound of a metal scraping against the ground came from behind her, making her stop in her tracks, every part of her body freezing.

Silence, thicker than her brother's thick skull descended over the area, and a shiver wound its way up Y/n's spine. She willed her legs to move, to take her back home, but it seemed like they had developed a mind of their own. They did not move, even as every pore and cell in Y/n's body screamed at her to run.

It was either that, or there was an abomination staring at her.

Y/n knew it could be the other option, but she always liked to think of herself as an optimist, and so, she just hoped that her brain was toying with her.

Even as all the signs pointed to it being otherwise.

The scuff of a boot sounded behind Y/n, letting her know that she was not alone. The scent of a sweet musk mixed with undertones that reminded her of fall surrounded Y/n until she was drowning in it.

Good thing, right?

No.

She felt their presence just as the person was right behind her, their breath fanning over Y/n's neck. Y/n suppressed a shiver, trying to lean away.

No matter how positive a person, right now, all positiveness in Y/n went right out her ass.

A vampire was breathing down her neck. And Y/n did not know what to do.

She also did not have the small device that her grandmother had brought her on her, having considered it an unnecessary weight.

Oh how she condemned herself right now.

Y/n tried to lift her hand, finding it very easy to do so. Experimentally, she lifted her leg, and she could... move.

But now she did not want to, knowing it would do her no help but get her killed faster.

I should have told grangran that I love her.

That was all Y/n could think of as she turned, slowly.

Her eyes met gold and russet, the brutal and cruel scar drawing her gaze. The high cheekbones, the ethereal beauty did not really register, because Y/n was too busy wondering how those fiery strands of hair would feel between her fingers.

"Hello fawn." The deep voice of the man- vampire- shot right to Y/n's heart and flowed though her bloodstream.

Y/n began to look towards his eyes, then stopped herself as her grandmother's sayings swirled around her mind.

Whatever you do, never meet eyes with a vampire. It's like giving them invitation to bite.

So Y/n focused on the red locket that hung from his neck, staring at the thing intensely as she finally faced him fully.

She felt him smile. "Hmm. Interesting. You know not to make eye contact." He laughed a little. "I wonder who taught you that. Knowing how secretive the information is, you should not have known it."

Y/n's blood turned to ice.

What is he talking about?

He chuckled again when Y/n ignored him. "Oh fawn, you are so adorable." She glanced up at that, even as she tried not to. It was like someone was forcing and controlling her.

She still did not look into his eyes, so she was proud of herself for that.

She watched his lips curve into a sadistic smirk, and light glinted off of something sharp as he ran his tongue over it.

His canines.

Y/n sucked in a sharp breath, hey eyes flying to his.

She realised her mistake then, her eyes going wide.

"No..." She whispered, unable to look away from his eyes as she took a step back. Those beautiful fucking eyes.

His smile grew wider, delight rolling off of him.

"Oh my fawn. Don't be scared." His smile said something completely different, something akin to run.

Y/n watched him advance, continuing to retreat. The cruelty on his face made her blood chill but boil at the same time.

She jolted when she realised she... liked that look. Like he was going to rip her apart but at the same time let her light up the world in flames as he stood by, cleaning his nails.

She liked that knowing that, and it was so utterly wrong.

And, oddly enough, Y/n wasn't complaining.

He stepped closer, his eyes shining.

"I will take good care of you my fawn."

One second, he was standing a little distance away, the next, he was standing toe to toe with her.

And the next, his teeth sunk into flesh like hot knife on butter.

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[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Evelyn Preer

Evelyn Preer (née Jarvis; July 26, 1896 – November 17, 1932), was an African American pioneering screen and stage actress, and jazz and blues singer in Hollywood during the late-1910s through the early 1930s. Preer was known within the Black community as "The First Lady of the Screen."

She was the first Black actress to earn celebrity and popularity. She appeared in ground-breaking films and stage productions, such as the first play by a black playwright to be produced on Broadway, and the first New York–style production with a black cast in California in 1928, in a revival of a play adapted from Somerset Maugham's Rain.

Evelyn Jarvis was born in Vicksburg, Mississippi, on July 26, 1896. After her father, Frank, died prematurely, she moved with her mother, Blanche, and her three other siblings to Chicago, Illinois. She completed grammar school and high school in Chicago. Her early experiences in vaudeville and "street preaching" with her mother are what jump-started her acting career. Preer married Frank Preer on January 16, 1915, in Chicago.

At the age of 23, Preer's first film role was in Oscar Micheaux's 1919 debut film The Homesteader, in which she played Orlean. Preer was promoted by Micheaux as his leading actress with a steady tour of personal appearances and a publicity campaign, she was one of the first African American women to become a star to the black community. She also acted in Micheaux's Within Our Gates (1920), in which she plays Sylvia Landry, a teacher who needs to raise money to save her school. Still from the 1919 Oscar Micheaux film Within Our Gates.

In 1920, Preer joined The Lafayette Players a theatrical stock company in Chicago that was founded in 1915 by Anita Bush, a pioneering stage and film actress known as “The Little Mother of Black Drama". Bush and her troupe toured the US to bring legitimate theatre to black audiences at a time when theaters were racially segregated by law in the South, and often by custom in the North and the interest of vaudeville was fading. The Lafayette Players brought drama to black audiences, which caused it to flourish until its end during the Great Depression.

She continued her career by starring in 19 films. Micheaux developed many of his subsequent films to showcase Preer's versatility. These included The Brute (1920), The Gunsaulus Mystery (1921), Deceit (1923), Birthright (1924), The Devil’s Disciple (1926), The Conjure Woman (1926) and The Spider's Web (1926). Preer had her talkie debut in the race musical Georgia Rose (1930). In 1931, she performed with Sylvia Sidney in the film Ladies of the Big House. Her final film performance was as Lola, a prostitute, in Josef von Sternberg's 1932 film Blonde Venus, with Cary Grant and Marlene Dietrich. Preer was lauded by both the black and white press for her ability to continually succeed in ever more challenging roles, "...her roles ran the gamut from villain to heroine an attribute that many black actresses who worked in Hollywood cinema history did not have the privilege or luxury to enjoy." Only her film by Micheaux and three shorts survive. She was known for refusing to play roles that she believed demeaned African Americans.

By the mid-1920s, Preer began garnering attention from the white press, and she began to appear in crossover films and stage parts. In 1923, she acted in the Ethiopian Art Theatre's production of The Chip Woman's Fortune by Willis Richardson. This was the first dramatic play by an African-American playwright to be produced on Broadway, and it lasted two weeks. She met her second husband, Edward Thompson, when they were both acting with the Lafayette Players in Chicago. They married February 4, 1924, in Williamson County, Tennessee. In 1926, Preer appeared on Broadway in David Belasco’s production of Lulu Belle. Preer supported and understudied Lenore Ulric in the leading role of Edward Sheldon's drama of a Harlem prostitute. She garnered acclaim in Sadie Thompson in a West Coast revival of Somerset Maugham’s play about a fallen woman.

She rejoined the Lafayette Players for that production in their first show in Los Angeles at the Lincoln Center. Under the leadership of Robert Levy, Preer and her colleagues performed in the first New York–style play featuring black players to be produced in California. That year, she also appeared in Rain, a play adapted from Maugham's short story by the same name.

Preer also sang in cabaret and musical theater where she was occasionally backed by such diverse musicians as Duke Ellington and Red Nichols early in their careers. Preer was regarded by many as the greatest actress of her time.

Developing post-childbirth complications, Preer died of pneumonia on November 17, 1932, in Los Angeles at the age of 36. Her husband continued as a popular leading man and "heavy" in numerous race films throughout the 1930s and 1940s, and died in 1960.

Their daughter Edeve Thompson converted to Catholicism as a teenager. She later entered the Sisters of St. Francis of Oldenburg, Indiana, where she became known as Sister Francesca Thompson, O.S.F., and became an academic, teaching at both Marian University in Indiana and Fordham University in New York City.

Still from the 1919 Oscar Micheaux film Within Our Gates.

[squishy-calamari]

I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHER COMPILATION PROJECT!! now here's some dc league of super-pets characters as just dance coaches cuz i wanted to do the same thing for this movie!!!

krypto as mister overload "NEVER GONNA GIVE U UP NEVER GONNA LET U DOWN NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT U"

ace as blake "(WAKE ME UP) WAKE ME UP INSIDE (CAN'T WAKE UP)"

pb as maybel "HEY I JUST MET U AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER SO CALL ME MAYBE"

merton as epsilon "i need u to stay NEED U TO STAY hey"

chip as delvin "COME ON PHY-PHY-PHY-PHYSICAL"

lulu as night swan "TO LIVE AND FIGHT IS MY LIMBO"

mark and keith as ruben and polo "DANGER! DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE!!" "why u always in a mood? f-in' 'round, actin' brand new i ain't tryna tell you what to do"

whiskers as bellis "I'M CRAZY BUT U LIKE THAT I BITE BACK DAISIES ON UR NIGHTSTAND NEVER FORGET IT" hope u like them!!!!! IMAGES USED DON'T BELONG TO ME all rights belong to warner animation group, dc, seven bucks productions, warner bros., and ubisoft