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schibborasso · 7 months ago
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Tried cartoons and comic books Dirty postcards, woman's books Here was where the money lay Classic art has had its day Painter Man Painter Man Do adverts for TV Household soap and brands of tea Labels all around the cans Who would be a Painter Man Painter Man Painter Man La la la, la la la La la la la la la Painter Man Painter Man Who would be a Painter Man (the creation, album: we are paintermen, painter man, 1967)
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mcpirita · 1 year ago
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Works by Ozy Worldy 
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hauwunted · 2 years ago
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The most horrifying aspect of parents saying "my kid could do that" about art is that they never ever ever mean "wow my kid is good enough to be in a museum" and they always always always mean "I want to disrespect you so much I'll do it by implying that this thing is just as worthless as the things my child makes with their hands" and right in front of them too. Your kids can hear you u know, and the things they make with their hands are the least worthless and most precious aspects of human life I'll kill u
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annonnex · 3 months ago
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Uhuhu i actually tried to draw Sebastian this time(still he looks kinda off to me but like whatever)
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xxnomoonxx · 3 months ago
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Just a quick little loop
Go fish boy, go!
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archiepelago · 28 days ago
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marysoulpainter · 20 days ago
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“Sto-op!” More laughter broke Akari’s outburst as she playfully shoved his shoulder. “You didn’t even look at it!”
once again sketching Akari and Ingo to @waywardstation's great fanfics, this time it's a small one called "Cloud Gazing"!
you're not the only one who can be funny, Akari
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pictuajjx · 2 months ago
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Hubba hubba hubbaa
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ohvun · 9 months ago
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D E V I L C H I L D >:D
I just think it'd be cool if her demonia fleur was a lil more grotesque yk?
Got super inspired seeing this post by rly cool @wigglesdtuff about a year ago and finally finished it!!:D
I ended up using a picture of a figurine to get the wings to work better bc I was s t r u g g e l i n g ;-;
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onlycosmere · 1 year ago
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r0s3m4ry-mp3 · 1 year ago
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HELP ME AND @vampghoul MADE LIKE CREEPYPASTA FAKE TWITTER POSTS AND IM LITERALLY CRYING RN
CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY OR WHATEVER
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I stand by that some the older creepypastas probably barely know how to use twitter and cant change their pfp💔❗❗
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goosetooths · 1 year ago
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✨channelling the muse✨
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weirdlookindog · 8 months ago
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László Mednyánszky (1852-1919) - Old Man's Death. Death of the Painter's Father, 1890
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Kelsier: *solves everything by killing noblemen*
Everyone on Scadrial: If only Kelsier was here, he'd have a great way to solve this problem.
Every nobleman on Roshar when they meet an assassin: I bet Kelsier planned this, it feels like something he'd do.
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jellyfishoreo1206 · 3 months ago
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Comfort (Sebastian Solace x reader)
Notes: Part two of Home, wanted to indulge a little more in Sebastian and Painter finally living the life they wanted. Thank you all for the love on the last one! Makes me happy to know that you guys like my short drabbles, probably or probably won't make a part three
But, we'll see ;)
Credit for the divider: @cafekitsune
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God, how long were you gone for you to miss cooking? The simple preparation of the dinner you were making gave you an unbelievable amount of joy, hell even the assembly of it made you excited. You could already feel your mouth water from the multitude smells wafting throughout the home, creating a symphony of flavors. Stirring the pot one last time and tasting the soup for any last minute touches, you killed the heat before bringing out two bowls and spoons.
Peaking out the window, you see Painter at their new tablet—a wire connecting the tablet to the AI—drawing the scenery around the house with such enthusiasm, such joy seen on their screen. So far, it seems like they were drawing the sunset.
"Sebastian, dinner's ready!" Ladling the soup in the bowl, you made sure to give Sebastian's extra meat and veggies before setting it at the table. The sound of distant shuffling coming from the direction of Sebastian's room met your ears, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the curses leaving the man's mouth when he accidentally hit his tail, serving yourself soup before sitting down at the table.
Emerging from the hallway, Sebastian survey's the room, taking in every detail before heading towards the table. He changed out of his iconic jacket and ruffled shirt, now donning a clean white shirt with an added sleeve for his third arm and fresh bandages. The stitches were a bit messy, but you're willing to learn how to do so properly. His scarf was currently being washed, as the piece of clothing had a stench that was so strong it nearly made you sick—no way were you going to let that smell stain the house.
You have no idea how Sebastian withstood the smell for so long, considering he has a greater sense of smell compared to you.
Oh god, that means it must have been 10x worse for the poor man.
Considering Sebastian wouldn't be able to fit in a normal chair comfortably, you dragged over your couch to the table, that way he could eat without having to sit on his tail. You could only imagine the cramps he experienced down in the facility, cramped in a small room hours on end with no room for his tail to stretch properly. He seemed to appreciate the gesture greatly, wasting no time to stretch out his tail over the edge of the couch and getting comfortable. A quiet trill of content could be heard, his eyes closing momentarily to soak in the warmth.
"How do you feel?" Picking up your spoon, you scooped up a piece of meat and a bit of the broth, blowing on it softly before bringing it up to your mouth. A burst of flavors greeted your tastebuds, starved of the warmth and flavor of actual food, a small smile appearing on your face before eagerly going back for another scoop. Sebastian seems to mull over your question, an unreadable look settles on his face as he readjusts his position. He seems . . . unsure.
"You don't have to answer if you feel like you might breakdown breakdown thinking about it." You add, using your spoon to point in his direction, "By the way, make sure to eat your soup before it gets cold, soup is never good when cold."
"I'm not going to breakdown from a simple question." A snarky reply leaves his tongue, but it's missing that rough edge. No harm in those words.
It's . . . nice, really. Nice that he can finally be himself around you. Finally breaking down those walls.
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Well, dinner was eventful to say the least.
It turns out that Sebastian had forgot what actual food tasted like, since he has been at the facility since 2015, and *cough cough* had a breakdown breakdown.
It took quite some time for him to calm down in order for him to finish eating his now cold soup, tears still streaking down his face when he did so. He didn't complain how it was cold though, he still loved it, his tail gave him away. When the bowl was empty, you encouraged him to go to bed early, since he seemed to be exhausted. Begrudgingly, he agreed with your statement, before slithering back into his room, the bumps of his tail hitting the walls on his way back.
Walking around the kitchen, you cleaned up the mess left behind. Dishes washed, counter cleaned, floor broomed. Stopping before the couch, you stared at it for a bit, mulling over whether it should be moved back to it's original place or would you have to repeatedly move it back and forth every time you had to eat.
"Well, Sebastian's going to be eating here from now on, yeah?" Leaving seems like a better option than the other two, really. Sebastian needs somewhere to eat and you're not going to make him eat on the floor. Oh god you hope you never have to do that. What time is it? A glance at the clock, 9:08 PM.
You still had some time before turning in for the night, so finishing up, you decided to chill outside with Painter for a bit before going back inside. You hope the computer doesn't mind some company, they've been outside for a while now.
"Hey Painter." Stepping outside, the summer night breeze washes over you, the smell of the wild nature hitting your nose as you walked over to the bench that Painter was set on. They seemed to have stopped painting, now just watching the night sky above, fascination written all over their screen. "Do you mind having company?'"
"No, not at all."
The stars seemed so bright tonight, leaning back more to admire it in all its beauty. Silence fell between the two of you— a breeze coming by every so often to break it—the both of you looking at the specks of light above. "You like it up here?"
A simple question sparked such a happy reaction from the AI, the brightness emitting from their screen becoming brighter. "Oh absolutely! Just after you left me outside, I saw a Flame Skimmer fly by! It seemed to circle around for a bit, but it eventually went away. Fortunately I was able to get a quick sketch of it. Oh oh! I was able to paint a few scenes while you were inside, one of them has Cumulonimbus clouds! Then-" They happily showed you their paintings and sketches they made throughout the day, enthusiasm laced in every word they spoke.
A smile present on your face, listening to their passionate rant. Maybe you could bring them to that one spot in the woods you frequented before being arrested.
Yeah, you can get used to this . . .
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First Part, Next Part
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kokoasci · 4 months ago
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daily inspired by brent wong’s work
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