#pug and the star side

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

Welcome to the world of a girl named Pug. This is the Fourth-Dimensional, Hydrogen Cycle in the Alphaa~Infinizz Galaxy and the Outer Realm of Eternal Light. Go between the pages to take a cosmic stroll with Pug through the Forest of Orbs in the ever~night of the Star~Side. She'll travel through tree portals that only she can see with her Purple-Pure~Heart Vision. Everything you never thought possible is possible with Pug! She must go where no girl has gone before!

Are you ready for an epic adventure? 💜

[jdslaytontheauthor]

Pug | The Star~Side 💜

[stale-whole-wheat-bread]

Silly Gravity Falls Idea:

- Mabel also has a cool birthmark like Dippers, her's just happens to be on the back of her head. Like the same exact spot as Dippers just on the other side of her head.

- She never discovers this unless she goes the Alex Hirsch aged up design route and shaves her hair.

- Maybe it could be a star?? That's very on theme for her and the intro cipher.

- Or it could be closer to a regular birthmark shape, but every time she mentions it, she says it looks like another thing. (Dog playing basketball, a pug head, etcetera) (It does somehow always look exactly like what she says)

- I guess their parents would know about the birthmark, but maybe they just assumed Mabel knew about it?

-It wasn't noticeable enough growing up for them to give her a Dipper style nickname about it, I guess?

-I don't really have any other thoughts about this, I just thought it was fun :]

[starryevermore]

all those chickens ✧ commander wolffe

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request: Star Wars request?  reader making Gen Z references while infiltrating a base and everyone is just “wtf” but as soon as they stop it’s all hands on deck coz reader is just silent and that ain’t normal so ⭐️PaNiC⭐️ turns out…there was a lil porg and they turned comms off to save it  - anon

pairing: commander wolffe x fem!reader

summary: wolffe does not understand all of the strange references you make to the culture of your home planet, earth. but, when you go silent on a mission, wolffe finds himself worried at the lack of communication.��

word count: 1,835

warnings?: reader is from earth, i’ll be honest there’s a fair mix of both millennial and gen z references in this but whatcha gonna do about it, not proofread

Commander Wolffe didn’t pretend to understand you. Trying to understand you was like trying to understand the Force—it only ever gave him a migraine so intense he would rather listen to C-3PO talk for hours on end without interruption. Or, perhaps, that was a bit extreme—no one could listen to that droid talk that long without wanting to bash their head through a wall. But, nevertheless, whenever Wolffe attempted to understand the strange things you would say, the references you would make to a culture only you were familiar with, it left him with more questions than answers.

After all, why were you doing something for the vine? What the hell was a “no bones” day and why was it being determined by a geriatric animal? (A pug? What the kark was a pug?) Why did you pick up a glass of blue milk and mutter “what is wrong with you? why are you blue?” before laughing like you told the most amazing joke in the galaxy? And never mind the words and phrases themselves you would use—“rizz”, “stan”, “yeet”, “bussin’”, “vibe check”, “I’m weak”, “main character energy”, “borg”. And don’t get him started on how you would end words with “-ussy”! 

It was one of the very few times that Wolffe questioned the Jedi General Plo Koon in his decision to have you join them. In Wolffe’s view, no matter what benefits you might bring to fighting the war, it was all substantially lessened by the fact that you didn’t make a bit of sense half the time. And don’t get him started about how you always seem shocked when he or his brothers didn’t understand whatever bantha shit you were going on about. 

“You wouldn’t last a day on Earth,” you’d muttered once when he questioned why you put on an accent and said “airport? I’m not going to the airport.” when Wolffe said you needed to report to the hangar. 

“I would sooner walk into an active battle zone without any weapons than I would step foot on your planet,” he’d said. 

“Weird flex but okay.”

He didn’t miss the flash of hurt on your face, though, he said that. It was that day that he learned your planet, in a galaxy far, far, away, had been destroyed and you were one of the very few survivors. And, well, while Wolffe might not have experienced a loss on the scale of billions, he did know loss. And he knew a thing or two about trying to keep the memory of lost loved ones alive. So, while he might not have understood every strange thing you said, he didn’t give you as much of a hard time about anymore. 

That said, it still confused the hell out of him everything you referenced something from your culture. Even now, as you joined the 104th on a mission and kept going on and on about things Wolffe could never dream of understanding. For a brief moment, you had even ran ahead of them, chasing after a group of porgs, until Wolffe ordered you back to his side. He couldn’t let you run out into a trap, after all.  

“Look at all those chickens!” you said, looking out the porgs roaming around. The little buggers seemed to have infiltrated the Separatist base on their own. It was almost funny, actually, imaging the little critters annoying the clankers. 

Comet looked at you, his head titled. His bucket shielded his facial expressions, but Wolffe was almost certain that Comet was looking at you like you said that the porgs were rancors or something equally wild. “Those are porgs?”

“It’s a reference to something on the foliage app,” Sinker said. He looked at you for confirmation. “Right?”

“It’s called Vine,” Wolffe grunted. When he looked back at you, he saw a smile on your face. His heart stuttered. (Why? You smiled all the time. It was almost annoying, how smiley you were.) “What?”

“You remembered. I thought you didn’t care when I babbled on about Earth things.”

“I neither have to care nor understand what you’re talking about to listen to you,” Wolffe said.

“I think you care,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against his. “You act like a big, strong wolf, but really you’re a sweet, little puppy. All bark, no bite.”

Wolffe barred his teeth, snarling at you, but it did little to stop the laughter echoing throughout the Wolfpack. You lifted your chin, smiling widely at him. Then, you raised your arm, your hand resting on top of his bucket, before you tapped it once, twice—pat, pat!

The Wolfpack’s laughter turned into near howls. Comet nearly doubled over. Booster slung an arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. A spark rose in Wolffe’s chest. He wasn’t sure what he was more upset by—your teasing or one of his brothers touching you. 

“Warthog, Y/N, go find the control room and extract the information we need. The rest of us will deal with the clankers,” Wolffe grunted, trying to stamp out his frustration as they neared the control room in the Separatist base. 

He had no right to be upset, after all. Why would he? You were another member of his squad. You were a friend. That was it. Surely, there had to be some other reason that Wolffe was so bothered by this. Maybe it had something to do with it being so long since they were on leave. Maybe he was just missing companionship in general, and that was making him feel things toward you. You were, after all, the only woman he saw on a day to day basis. Yes. That’s what it was. It was nothing personal. 

���Right?

Wolffe kept his focus on scouting ahead, ignoring the laughter from his brothers. As he put some distance between himself and you, Comet jogged up to join him. Kriff. This wasn’t going to be good. 

His younger brother bumped his shoulder against Wolffe’s, and practically crowed, “Oh, Wolffe! You’re such a little puppy!”

“Watch it,” Wolffe growled. His grip on his blaster tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Focus on the mission.”

Sinker laughed. “C’mon, vod, how can we take you seriously when you’re all bark, no bite?”

“Oh, lay off him,” Boost said. Wolffe wanted to believe his brother was on his side, but Boost was, perhaps, probably the worst about teasing him. He knew Wolffe long enough to know all the ways to get under his skin, and he always took full advantage of it. “He just cares so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself!”

Wolffe stomped ahead, feeling something akin to a petulant child, as his brothers’ laughter echoed around him. Why did they have to make this something it wasn’t? Why did they act like there was something there? 

But, why was there this…uneasy feeling settling over him? Wolffe’s hand dropped to his comm. You hadn’t said anything for a long time. Why was that? Usually, he couldn’t get you to shut up. You always had some sort of commentary, whether it be those ridiculous Earth references or it be you just babbling on about whatever it was you were doing at the moment. 

“Y/N, do you copy?” he asked into his comm. 

Silence. 

Panic settled deep in his chest. He repeated the question a second, then a third, time. He never got a response. 

“Warthog, is Y/N with you? She’s not answering her comm.”

“Uhh…”

Wolffe almost preferred the silence. An unsure answer…Well, that usually meant there had been some sort of trouble. And if you were caught in that trouble…Wolffe shuddered at the thought. You were part of his squad. You were someone he was supposed to look out for. Wolffe wasn’t sure if he could stand it if something happened to you. He didn’t want to lose another member of his squad. 

But…Well, it went deeper than that, didn’t it? If something happened…If he never got to see you smile again, if he never got to hear you laugh, if he never was left scratching his head at some strange thing you said, Wolffe’s life would feel incomplete. He would miss you. He would more than miss you. He would tear apart the entire galaxy if it meant getting revenge on whoever would hurt a hair on your head.

“Yes or no, trooper?” Wolffe barked. 

“Well, she was just here, sir. And now…she’s not.”

“What the kark is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! I just looked up and she was gone!”

“Well, find her!” Wolffe snapped. 

As Wolffe turned to look for you, too, he shot at a couple of clankers that had rounded the corner before taking off in search of you. Kriff. Was he the only one whose brain fully formed? Why the hell would you just wander off like that? Why the hell wouldn’t Warthog immediately report that? Why the hell didn’t Warthog keep a closer eye on you? Anything could happen out here!

“What’s wrong?” Comet asked, firing at a clanker, as he saw Wolffe double back. “Are we retreating?”

“Warthog lost Y/N,“ he growled.

“Damn. Better go find your girl then,” Comet said. 

“She’s not—just, watch my six, okay?”

Thankfully, he didn’t need to go far. As he neared the control room, he saw blaster fire and a clanker fall, then heard your voice as you said, “There ya go, baby. Evil droid is all gone!”

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” Wolffe asked when he got nearer. 

“Was saving this little fella,” you said. You were cradling the porg in your arms as if it were a baby. When you looked up at Wolffe, your eyes were wide, your lips in a pout. He fought the urge to reach out, grab you by the face, and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. “Can we keep him, please? He could be the mascot of the 104th!”

“…I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

“He’s just a baby! Say hi, baby!” you cooed. You lifted the porg, which squawked in Wolffe’s face. 

Wolffe reached out, grasping your arm in his hand, and began tugging you away. “C’mon, we got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”

“But the baby—”

“…Take it up with the General.” Wolffe paused, then took a moment to look you over, make sure that you didn’t earn any injuries in your impromptu rescue mission. “And, Y/N…?”

“Yes?”

“…don’t ever go silent on me like that again.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Even if it means you have to listen to my silly little Earth references?”

Wolffe almost held back, almost didn’t say what he was thinking. But, well…He really didn’t like it when he thought something had happened to you. And so he said, “I would rather hear your strange references than never hear from you again.”

And he meant every word. 

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

@theluckoftheclaws said: How do you determine the right animal [for a character's dæmon] (genuine question)

You have unleashed levels of autism the likes of which the world has never seen, jsyk!

Dæmons are not really "this character is sarcastic and lithe and finnicky so they'd be symbolized with a cat". Dæmons are largely determined by their role and symbolism in *art*, and what art it's drawn from depends on where in the story Lyra is. It also depends on their role in the story as a character somebody invented for a purpose. They say that dæmons are your soul that reveals your inner nature, but that's in-universe conjecture. One widely accepted as fact, but one that the narrator never fully claims is true. It's important to remember that characters are tools in a story, and dæmons are signifiers of that role, much in the same way that medieval paintings depicted animal companions alongside humans, to evoke a cultural, spiritual and historical context. To quote Pullman himself: don't make a metaphor do the work of a fact.

For example, in the medieval Oxford, the dæmons all take the form of animals that would have been known to medieval scholars, and their implications carry their symbolic meanings of the time. Jordan college is full of ravens, moths ermines, cats, hawks, setters, and serpents-- and also there are a few creatures, such as basilisks and small dragons-- that would have been imaginary to us but very real to medieval scholars. The only dæmon not of European origin is Lord Asriel's dæmon Stelmaria, who is in the form of a snow leopard,  evoking Asriel's infatuation with the North and giving us a subtle clue about the fact that he fits poorly in Jordan society. It's not until Lyra meets Mrs. Coulter and goes to London that the variety of dæmons expands, and when it does it expands into the art of the rennaissance and Flemish art. Pugs, parrots, monkeys, and butterflies are found in London. When Lyra travels north, she meets people with wolf and snow goose and snowshoe hare dæmons.

Ermines represent young girls born into nobility and their spiritual purity, so Lyra, who is innocent and nobleborn, often has Pantalaimon in the shape of an ermine. The fact that weasels are considered sneaky liars (as Lyra is) comes secondary to me, in my personal opinion. The servants in The Golden Compass are described as all having dog dæmons, because Lyra's world operates on a strict hierarchy of class, and the Butler and Chamberlain are all servants of a story, not really fully-fleshed characters in their own right. Conversely the characters like Asriel and Coulter have very "noble" animals associated with high class and exoticism: the aforementioned snow leopard and golden monkey. Dæmons are also amoral-- they don't indicate heroism or villainy. If Pullman made every bad guy's dæmon an animal that we have negative association with, loaded them with snakes and bugs, then everyone in the world could immediate clock who a "bad person" is just by the shape of their dæmon, and life just does not work like that.

If you want to choose a dæmon for a character, you have to take into account the genre you're working in. Poetry (The creator of the Dæmorphing series) utilizes a more scientific approach, matching characters' dæmons to observed animal behavior and biology. This works very well for Animorphs fanfiction, which has a huge emphasis on zoology and the natural talents and traits of animals... and very little to do with art and history and fantasy. But if your work is more on the historical or fantasy side, I'd suggest looking into the symbolic meanings of animals in specific cultures and periods of time to inform your choices. This historical and cultural context is why I'd find it ludicrously difficult to make dæmons for, say, the Star Wars cast, because all the animals in that universe are Imaginary, and even the ones based on real-life animals lack the social+historical+cultural context of dæmons. So I could give them earth animals, but is that immersion breaking? Probably. Same goes for Pokémon.

This level of involvement and research and intertext is usually too complicated for your average ao3 chud though, so you open a fic and you're more than likely to see dæmons pulled from a pool of the same 15 or so animals. So many wolves.... so many big cats........

If it's a series and character i'm familiar with, i'm more than willing to offer suggestions for potential forms! I literally possess several bestiaries and books on animal symbolism.

[liviavanrouge]

Poppy Playtime Oc

"*Squeak, squeak*"

Name: Starling Soldier

Aliases:

-Experiment ????

-Star

-Starling

-The Soldier

-Fox Soldier

Affiliations:

-Playtime Co.

-The Player

~~~

Status: Alive

Species: Monstrous Experiment(Toy Fox Soldier)

Gender: She/They/Them

Height: Unspecified

Role: Good toy, Players main Protection

Creation Date: Unknown

Voiced by: Nobody, Is confirmed to be mute but is able to make sounds

Appears in: End of Chapter 1

Debuts in: End of Chapter 1

~~~

Starling Soldier also known as the Fox Soldier or Experiment ????, is a toy produced by Playtime Co., who makes their appearance at the end after The Player enters Poppy's room.

Starling Soldier is initially stated to be a successful protector experiment despite being mute, jumping in to protect others regardless of if they're good guys or bad guys. They disobey The Prototype, this causing them to go into hiding and reveals herself to The Player, promising to become their main source of protection and comfort from then on.

~~~

Appearance: Starling Soldier is a humanoid soldier wearing a purple and black camouflage uniform, with knee length black boots that have leaf imprints on them. There are buckles on the side, one of which are unbuckled on both shoes leaving them loose around her leg. Around their torso area are several medals, which she refuses to take off even if it's for a second. She wears a purple and black camouflage cap on her head that have holes on the sides. On her left hand is a single black fingerless glove.

There is a belt with daggers and a toy grenade around her waist. She also has a few needles/nails hidden away in her uniform pocket that she pulls out to attack Mommy Longlegs with to lead her away from The Player.

She takes on a more human appearance but has white skin with drawn on whiskers on her face. Her hair orange and is shown to be spikey and messy, being stained with dust and some dirt. She has a pair of fox ears but her left one is nicked while the right one is half torn off and bandaged up. She has a sleek yet fluffy tail, but there is a bald patch near the top of it.

Her more monstrous counterpart isn't any less different from her usual self. Her fur stands up on end and her eyes turn more wild with her pupils missing. Her nails sharpen looking more close to claws and her canine fangs become more like that of a vampire.

Personality: Starling Soldier is stated to be compassionate and ready to help anyone in need. They served as the main protection for guests, appearing to aid anyone in need, and was stated to be among to most beloved toy among the others. She shows compassion for lost children, immediately returning them to their guardian, and thus earning medals for her "bravery". They're resilient as shown when they defied The Prototype, and escaped with their life despite being beat up.

At the end of Chapter 1: A Tight Squeeze, they're shown to be scared, jumpy and defensive but calmed down after seeing that The Player wasn't a toy, and made a swear to protect them and be a source of comfort for them for the rest of their journey.

In Chapter 2: Fly in a Web, She's shown to be concerned for The Players safety and even offered to take them back and help them leave the factory but is visibly relieved when they continue on their way. After meeting Poppy is the electricity room to turn everything on, no emotion towards Poppy is shown, leaving Starling Soldier silent for the first time as they'd have made noises before. Throughout the game Starling Soldier is shown to be on guard and ready to protect The Player if anything were to happen as shown when they attempted to attack Bunzo Bunny after the toy got to close in Musical Memory.

Starling Soldier ends up separated from the player after they enter Wack-A-Wuggy and has not confirmed where they ended up at and what she was up to at that time but they arrive to save The Player from Pj Pug-A-Pillar thus causing Mommy Long legs to get angry and come after them. She fights off Mommy Longlegs during the "Hide and Seek" game, revealing their more monstrous side for the first time. After leading Mommy Longlegs away, they meet with The Player again and help them figure out a plan to stop Mommy Longlegs, revealing that they can be quite cunning and calculative.

~~~

Backstory: Starling Soldier was revealed to be a only in factory toy, as she had no toys on sale outside of Playtime Co, thus meaning that those who wanted to see her had to visit the factory in order to do so. She was popular, especially among kids, and was stated to be like a real soldier. Shows were usually put on with them, Starling Soldier being a good actor and enjoyed putting on shows. Even after doing into hiding they did their best to defend Poppy's room, making the area her base of operations.

At the end of Chapter 1 they come out from underneath several cushions with needles ready to be tossed at The Player but stops themselves when they see that The Player is human rather than a toy that broke into the room. Even though they're unable to speak they manage to get The Player to understand that they are gonna protect them and make sure they leave the factory alive, even if the cost of it was her life. Together Starling Soldier and The Player let Poppy free.

Chapter 2: Fly in a Web, reveals a more visual understanding of how important The Player has become to them, becoming overly aggressive and ready to kill after Poppy pushes over the box but calms down upon seeing who it was. Throughout the game they're sticking close to The Player, staying on guard and making noises whenever the chance, even picking up some sign language to use on the way. During the Musical Memories game, she's shown to be quite smart and quick on their feet when pressing the colors, putting themselves in charge of the first game in order to pass it. They even end up almost attacking Bunzo Bunny when he gets too close after they make a mistake.

Going into the Wack-A-Wuggy game, Starling Soldier ends up disappearing, a scream being heard at the exact moment she vanishes which can be assumed that either Mommy Longlegs or something else has gotten to her. In the Statues game, Starling Soldier appears and rescues The Player, thus being seen as "cheating" in Mommy Longlegs eyes but ends up ignoring it and making an escape with The Player.

When they encounter Mommy, who begins yelling at them for cheating and how she hates cheaters, she stays back to defend The Player when the game of Hide and seek begins, and is heard fighting Mommy Longlegs behind them in which the sound of angry yells and crashes echo throughout the area. After catching up, they battle with Mommy Longlegs once more, leading her away to a different area to allow The Player to escape but ends up loosing her halfway into their chase. Yet, she arrives just in time to shove Mommy into the grinder and allow The Player to turn it on, shielding The Player as Mommy met her end and helps free Poppy from some webbing.

After taking the train to escape, Starling Soldier manages to speak the word "Thanks", showing gratitude towards The Player for sticking with her and trusting them despite giving off an untrusting vibe. When the train ends up crashing, Starling shields The Player, being cushion for them to land on once the train tips over, rendering them both unconscious.

~~~

Trivia:

-Starling Soldier is stated to have possibly been inspired by Nick Wilde from Zootopia

-On her file it's stated she knows taekwondo

-She learns sign language as time goes on but it isn't revealed yet how they're finding out how to do so

-It appears that Starling is loyal to Poppy which is revealed through body posture(She stood up straighter when in Poppy's presence)

-Starling appears to have injured her leg after the train crashed at the end of Chapter 2, possibly rendering her temporarily unable to fight

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

[markwatkinsconsumerguide]

Consumer Guide / No.131 / Music promoter Terri Bonham-Samuels "Gets Louder" talking with Mark Watkins.

MW: Academically, what are you most proud of achieving at Manchester Metropolitan University? 

TBS: Definitely passing the papers in statistics. Maths is not my forte. I was also given the second year student award and I came out with a 2:1 which I was so pleased with. 

MW: Non-academically, what were your key learnings from that period of your young life? 

TBS: I didn’t actually live in halls so I was thrown straight into the real world of adult life. I had to learn to cook, clean, pay and manage bills from the off. It was a steep learning curve going from living in a sleepy rural Oxfordshire village to living on the edge of Moss Side next to the Manchester CIty football ground in a flat with bars on the window was quite a culture shock. That period showed me what real life was like and how you are supposed to live it. 

MW: In your view, should 16 & 17 year olds get the vote?

TBS: I think the voices of 16 and 17 year olds is very important and, yes, they should be given the right to vote. I think those who aren’t interested in politics won’t bother to vote anyway so it will only be used by those who are astute enough to make a thoughtful choice. 16 & 17 year olds can get married and leave home so I don't see why they can't vote. 

MW: How important to you is having a pet/s?

TBS: I used to have a pug dog called Toffee, he was a huge part of our world. Animals and particularly dogs bring another avenue to your life. They become a loyal companion and really help your mental health. It’s very sad however once they have gone though so I’m not sure I could have another dog in my life. We currently have three gold fish which are much lower maintenance.

MW: What message has marriage taught you?

TBS: It is not like you see in the movies 🤣 

MW: As a teenager, what music were you listening to? What were you watching? What were you reading? 

TBS: I was listening mainly to Dog Man Star, by Suede (1994) and all the usual grunge and Britpop bands. Timeless, by Goldie (1995) also featured heavily in my life, especially when I was studying for my A-levels, and Live Through This, by Hole (1994). 

I listened a lot to the BBC Evening session on Radio 1 rather than watching TV - but TV wise, it would have been music related so The White Room, Later With Jools Holland and The Word. 

Reading-wise - Melody Maker, Q and the NME. I think as soon as I started getting into music I stopped reading books and just listened to music and went to gigs. 

MW: Why did you become a music promoter?

TBS: I have been involved in music since I was about 14/15, starting out with helping with local youth centre gigs and playing in my own band. I love music but it soon became clear to me that I’m not a natural musician, so I decided to help my friend's bands with the non-musical aspects of being in a band and really I loved it. Promoting bands helped me be part of the music scene even though I couldn't play an instrument and helped me make some really lovely friends.

I started helping my boyfriend’s band out with things, we used to go around Oxford fly-posting and then I started helping book their shows and to get reviews. I used to spend hours and hours burning CDs to be sent for reviews. Thank god for the MP3!  

In 2001, we developed a label called Quickfix Recordings to release music by bands we liked, in particular a girl band called Caliber - who we loved. 

MW: Tell me about some of the acts you are working with at the moment….

TBS: I’m currently working with The Exact Opposite, an indie alternative duo.

Singer Jamie Stuart and drummer Nigel Powell already knew they had chemistry from their time together in Oxford’s Dive Dive, which they’d formed in 2001 after their other bands – Unbelievable Truth and Dustball, respectively – broke up. On ice for 15 years while Nigel and the other two members of Dive Dive played full-time as Frank Turner’s backing band, The Sleeping Souls, and they have now rediscovered that vitality.

I am currently promoting tracks from their album Skill Issue which was recorded at Johnny Greenwood from Radiohead's home studio.

The other act I am working with is The Subtheory, a synth-based dark trip hop project founded by composer, writer, DJ and producer, Andy Hill.

The band are constantly evolving and are really picking up momentum, their last single 'Song of the Damascene' really went down well.

Both bands are great to work with and they have so much determination.  

The Exact Opposite

Electronic Music | The Subtheory | Trip Hop | Psychpop | Downtempo

MW: How does your photography fit into all that?

TBS: I tend to do less photography nowadays but generally if you see me at a gig I’ll have a camera with me. I love taking photos but hardly have time to edit them, unfortunately a lot of the photos and videos just sit on my computer. I have so much footage and photos from being involved in the music scene for so long. 

MW: Would you prefer to spend a free weekend at home or abroad? 

TBS: I’d prefer to be abroad, I hate the cold so give me anywhere in the sun and I would be happy. My favourite place is Ibiza, I love the chilled out vibes of the island and it’s really beautiful. Drinking a cocktail while watching the sunset is a magical experience. People are always shocked when I say Ibiza as they just picture it as a party island but there is way more to it than that. Taking a boat ride around the island and exploring the beaches and coves is a really amazing experience.

MW: If you could have three wishes, what would they be? 

TBS: That would be telling me I am not sure you can give your wishes away otherwise they won't come true…

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[anonymouspuzzler]

hey, i finished up that first batch of ko-fi doodles!!! thanks again to everyone who chipped in for one of these - they were a blast to do and it's really gonna help me make it through the holidays! (if you're interested in one of these and haven't gotten one already, don't worry, I'm gonna keep takin' em probably through january - you can find more info here if you want!)

Image IDs under da cut!

[Image 1 ID: A page of black-and-white digital ink drawings, including: Splat Tim as Captain 3 from Splatoon 3, Melony Pepon, an original character in a suit and bow tie holding up his pet rat, a pug in a bubble bath, Tinkaton from Pokemon Scarlet & Violet grinning maliciously, a mousegirl in a straw hat and dress holding a large pair of gardening shears, Holly Hollowtones dressed as Wario and punching out Bill Cipher, a muscular shrimp-girl dressed as Santa holding a bag of gifts, a Deep Rock Galactic dwarf with a bushy beard, Spheal in front of a mobile phone sales cart, Mitake Miyao from Ciconia No Naku Koro Ni, a grouchy cat sitting like a person, and an original character wearing a frilly dress and black gloves. End ID.]

[Image 2 ID: A digital ink drawing of Mitake Miyao from Ciconia No Naku Koro Ni. End ID.]

[Image 3 ID: A digital ink drawing of Tinkaton from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet, grinning maliciously. End ID.]

[Image 4 ID: A digital ink drawing of Spheal in front of a mobile phone sales cart, holding out a pen and a clipboard with a contract. End ID.]

[Image 5 ID: A digital ink drawing of a pug peeking out of a bubble bath. End ID.]

[Image 6 ID: A digital ink drawing of Thyme, an original character mouse-girl wearing a pinafore dress over a blouse with puffy sleeves, and a straw hat with a ribbon on it. She is holding a large pair of gardening shears. End ID.]

[Image 7 ID: A digital ink drawing of Melony Pepon. End ID.]

[Image 8 ID: A digital ink drawing of Holly Hollowtones dressed as Wario, punching out Bill Cipher. There is text reading "KO!" at the point of impact. End ID.]

[Image 9 ID: A digital ink drawing of a grouchy-looking cat, sitting like a person with its tummy out. End ID.]

[Image 10 ID: A digital ink drawing of Splat Tim dressed as Captain 3 from Splatoon 3. There is a photo of a hand holding a gun superimposed on the image. Text behind him reads "Cap Tim: He leads it!". End ID.]

[Image 11 ID: A digital ink drawing of an original character, Timothy, holding up his chubby pet rat in both hands. He is wearing a formal vest and bow tie, and looking off to the side nervously. End ID.]

[Image 12 ID: A digital ink drawing of an original character, Yue. She has long hair and is wearing a frilly dress with a lacy collar, and black gloves. She is smiling slightly, exposing fangs. End ID.]

[Image 13 ID: A digital ink drawing of a Deep Rock Galactic dwarf, with large black-lens goggles and a bushy beard with multiple metal ties. He is posing with his right hand in a V-sign, with little star symbols around him. End ID.]

[Image 14 ID: A digital ink drawing of an original shrimp-girl character. She has long braids ending in claws, muscular arms, and shrimp antennae. She is grinning, wearing a Santa hat and holding a bag of toys slung over one shoulder. End ID.]

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

Pug | 2022 💙

[mommyscarcass]

Stylization warm up :3

I'm working on my mental health with a break and during this break I am doing many stylization warmups, this was yesterday's one where I tried (failed a little on the anime side tho) to mimic lucky star because I've been watching it. Really looks like anime girl pug type of thing on the anime side tho

[j4m3s-b4k3r]

Little Mansion on the Prairie

We have been sketching from TV shows, and a recent fave is Downton Abbey, starring the wonderful Maggie Smith. In my opinion, she steals every almost episode as the dowager Countess, Lady Grantham. Inflecting every line with subtle flaring of nostril, tilt of head or withering stare, that imbue her character with equal part haughty snottiness, dry humour, and wry wisdom as the scene requires. She is so much fun to watch. This sketch here was my attempt at a straight portrait with my left hand, but my cartoon roots betray me. Try as I might to deliver a faithful representation, my version of Maggie Smith ends up looking like a pug dog in a fur coat.

Downton Abbey is a glorified soap opera about the privileged British aristocracy (written by the real-life Baron Fellowes of West Stafford, no less). So, why should an uncouth Australian like me care two hoots about Lady Rose's utterly spiffing debutant Ball at Buckingham palace? Or whether Lady Mary can ever live down the beastly scandal of finding a dead Turk in her plush 4-poster bed?

A big part of the appeal for me is the beautiful recreation of period detail, which British TV shows do so convincingly. Leaving me with a nostalgia for a past that I would have most certainly been shut-out of, had I been there. This fascinated ambivalence is best represented in the show itself by Tom, the lefty Irish Chauffeur, who started out reviling the CrawIeys but is now one of them. Sort of.

I grew-up wondering whether the impoverished Walton family, or the equally desperate Ingals family, could make enough to survive their next winter. Now, for better or worse, I watch each week to see the tribulations of the 1% Crawley family. Will Lord Grantham find enough money to run his 80 room country Mansion and his opulent London Townhouse? Can he keep his pampered family in hot-and-cold running servants, and multiple changes of posh evening wear and diamonds? "I say, frightfully desperate times, what?"

This soap opera about the two communities living side by side in an early 20th century British mansion– upper class aristocrats and their working class servants– may be an obvious choice for a country with a history of an ingrained class structure, such as England. But I think it’s interesting that American shows don’t do this more often.

In an American TV show about a legal firm we only follow the lawyers and never meet the people in the mailroom. If a show is set on a Starship, we will meet only the bridge officers and not the tech support dweebs on lower decks. If it is set in a hospital we only care about the doctors, and not the orderlies or the folks processing the stool samples in the lab. Come on America, where’s your sense of upstairs/downstairs 1%/99% camaraderie? The fantasy here in the USA is that it is a completely egalitarian society, but the not-so-simple reality is rarely examined on TV.

As much as I enjoy the milieu of DOWNTON ABBEY, after several seasons the show is not as interesting to me as it once was. Simply because a status quo is maintained episode to episode and season to season. There’s always something just about to happen. Someone is about be accused of murder. Someone is about to be disgraced by scandal, and someone is about to leave the family. Inevitably, most of these things work out and are back to approximately where we’d started.

The series’ first season, set in 1912, started off strong, with boyfriends dying during covert sex. Their corpses secretly carried through the mansion by candlelight in dead of night. There were revelations about this servant or the next, and mini scandals always a-brewing with the aristocrats upstairs. And we were constantly warned that the modern world was about to change everything.

Then of course there was WW1 to deal with. But in hindsight, the only true drama in the entire series happened when a couple of the real life actors tired of the corsets they had to wear and the scripts they had to read, and decided to leave the show. Which forced the writers’ dramatic hand, and some characters had to actually die to be written out of the series.

DOWNTON ABBEY promised to be a chronicle of a time of great societal change in Britain. Strange then that so little of that real-life drama is in the show. The most recent season is set in 1924, and the only dramatic change in circumstances was the death of the dog in the title sequence.

I could hold on a few more seasons till WW2, just because I know that eventually Hitler can be relied upon to force some drama, the bloody trouble maker. But any time that you see Fascism as a solution to your problems, it’s time to re-examine your priorities.

[bluesilver]

Barbie: Skipper Roberts —Aesthetic

Skipper Roberts’ Character & Personality

Skipper is a fourteen year-old (sometimes sixteen) with a pug named Scrunchie. Although she has natural dark brown hair, some Barbie My Fab Sisters artwork feature her as a blonde. Her hair often has purple, pink or blue streaks. Skipper is a shy, quiet, introverted teen with a sarcastic and funny side. She enjoys photography, singing, art, blogging, vlogging, DJing, gaming, electronic music and all technology. This is because Skipper is a techie at heart. Additionally, she would like to be a director when she’s older, as she often directs home movies starring her family and pets. Skipper also has a photo blog and likes to stay inside working on it. Beyond often complaining about “getting the hardest job”, she feels pressure to fit in with her friends. Most importantly, Skipper faces the pressure of having a famous older sister and doesn’t want what she does to be a “Barbie thing”.

[random-unknowns]

My main blog is @randomlysent but I will use this blog as a side blog and I will reveal some stuff about my muses, now how the heck will I do this, u might ask?

Easy! I would appreciate it if I was sent asks about my muses’ pasts and their secrets if they have any and how it affects them now in the present! But don’t worry! I also will make posts of my muses’ backstories and secrets aswell!

(Muses, lore, rules, and areas under the cut)

Rules

Please don’t godmod my muses, I mean that don’t control what they do, but you can do anything else like hugging, patting their heads, etc.

I’m not comfortable with roleplaying with NSFW blogs, and if those type of blogs try to interact with me then they will be blocked, however all other blogs are welcome. If you have any triggers then please let me know so I don’t accidentally trigger you.

I love art and I love to draw, sometimes I post art on this blog and my main blog. Romantic relationships are ok with me, platonic relationships as well.

If it’s been 4 days and you haven’t responded to an rp then I will @ you, however if you don’t want to be @‘d then please let me know. I’m autistic as well.

Muse links

Lore and Areas

Backstories of my OCs link

[an-alien-writes]

Life of a Female Dude

I GOT out of bed at the usual ridiculous time and checked my social whirl of online. Then I hopped into the shower, brushed my teeth and pulled on my embroidered cargo skinny jeans and an aubergine girl gang te-top. Shruging on my leather real quick I sprinted to the garage. I have a Kawasaki ninja 250/300 and a Honda 600 hornet.

Oh, are they sweet to look at. My Ninja is base white with red shading and tiny gold lines across its body with, deep dark, galaxy blue as the inner wheel paint.I have a, deep dark, galaxy purple helmet that I got for it. And my Hornet is a galaxy teal with white shading and two cyan stipes sliding around each side near the bottom. The rim of the wheels are, deep dark, galaxy red. Teeny tiny gold Xes are scattered around to look like stars. And I have a deep teal helmet to go with it.

I pulled my hair into a bun with 1,000 bobby pins and stuffed it into my deep teal helmet than vaulted onto my Hornet and sped off into the lane, leaving my bungalow by the side alley. I live in the village called Alford. My dad's family were farmers here once before they moved to Louth and Grimsby years ago. My bungalow is at the very back of an estate housed garden that I'm at the end of behind a lot of trees, I love trees so it's a double blessing privacy and beauty. So, the plan of my land is,

The line of trees, my bungalow to the right just touching the trees, my garage which is connected by a door inside and has a studio room on top, which I use for guests, art, and tech. The light is amazing up there and in the autumn when the leaves turn and you have full 360 of colour and light, It's a thing of pure beauty.

Then there's my yard and I say yard because it's a yard, a very pretty yard but still a yard but I love it

Its swings around in a three-quarter crescent. It starts at the tree line and sweeps in a circle than ends just right after the garage and before the side alley the paving of my yard is, deep ochre brown brick. Inter-locked in the most noiseless pattern possible.

Trees surround the entire yard apart from the side alley.

There is a weeping willow just at my front of the bungalow with its own piece of grass that has the lily of the valley cleverly dispersed in it.

There are bushes along the left side of my yard and along the right side of my yard, sticking to slither of soil, going in an arc. Facing the weeping willow tree at the opposite side to my bungalow is a summer house that has underfloor heating and deep cushioned window seats. I have the best times out there washing my bikes and stargazing,

Having BBQs and water fights. Right now I'm zipping down the lane headed towards work. 'All sorts Place' the best reclamation yard for miles. I grab breakfast on the way at the 'Pearl Rose' to get my usual three pound special. Slightly sweetened super strong milky tea in my Pug out and about mug, doughnuts, mints, and savoury honey toast, my favourite. I store them in my mauve leather sabblebag it's well insulated so perfect for my purpose.

Its a loverly ride out to allsorts, field after field of crazy crops and at all the different times of the year you can it feels like another road another place. There is always something new, a different smell in the air or a different angle of the sun and on the way back in the Moonlight when I catch a ride with a friend its like your in an orb of dark blue with just a tiny pin point of light showing you the way and in winter when it snows and there's no leaves on the trees it's so Stark you can smell everything and just cold enough to feel everything. If the atmosphere is clear you can see for miles like your stuck in an island of White. At allsorts I share my doughnuts with the other dudes. Tary is 5.5 with messy purple hair and a curvy bod. She nealy got doughnut juice on her light sapphire girl gang, with a near miss for her trademark curly jeans.We all have to wear steal-toe caps so when I went and sat on a bench Lindy come over to chat. Shes rocking crimson

Denims, an orange cotton sweater and two braid buns"Hi Lindy how was your Weekend" I say; trying to talk while getting my feet sorted.

"Fine, yeah it was great, missed you though";

"I missed you to, but it was great to see Tman, and Mary, Sally and James again, I can't wait for friday, LB said she'd come and tell me all her horsey plans for Neko and Sally, for when she takes the reins in a year or so.";

We've been friends since we met at the 'place' 5ys ago when we both started working here. We try to go to the library together as much as possible and show our support. We both play guitars there for the kids or tell them story's me make up as we go along. Last Friday was her afternoon and I usually go with. But me and MyGirl went to see our niece and family so I couldn't get.

"Sounds cool can I bring Lola she's been dying to see LB for ages and to bring Tlly along, who is such a darling. She drew a picture the other day, of me and her hugging after I showed her how to play a tune I made up for her. It was only a few notes and she was so chuffed, I nearly cried it was so touching.";

"No pressure then" I laughed;

She sighed and chuckled but I had to agree Tilly is a sweetheart.

"No of cause not Tilly loves me best because I play my instrument better and I'm her best friend like her mum she teld me herself";

Lindy laughed too and gave me a sideways hug while teasingly saying

"Let's get to work then what's on our list today";

We giggle and get up together.

"Today we have.."; She turns the paper around a few times, come to a conclusion and states that we have a bath to redecorate and plant up, tiles to shift, three orders to deliver and an auction to get to somewhere just outside Lincoln.

"Okay cool so we can do the deliverys on the way to the auction, using the truck, shift thee the tiles with the guys and do the bath last and hopefully Vi will help us. Then i'm of to bed for a month." I teased;

If you got to the end one, bless you and two why not check out the edited version it's a lot better but still pretty bad haha

"We don't get payed for nothing and you asleep in the daytime is funny, but it will take us a day to get this done so come on";

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 19 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

I'd never been to a funeral before.

I never got to see my parents be put to rest 'if they ever did' and shifters lived long lives, as well as wolves so there was never anyone dying around the compound for me to go mourn.

If there had been, I wasn't allowed to go, which was fair because I had only known a hand full of people but a wolf funeral, it was solemn.

They'd gathered at the pack-house, everyone gathering about a box in the cemetery that hid beyond the trees of the pack land.

Miquel sat silently in front of everyone, his lips moving with prayer as the Alpha spoke over Nana's body.

The day was a sunny, beautiful, a day that reminded me of her.

Birds chirping in the trees as a fire was being built at the head of the small cemetery.

Her body was lowered into the ground as the fire burned, it was Darren and Verne's duty to gather her things to place in the fire.

Though not everything was burned, Miquel of course got to keep anything he wished.

It was customary to burn the dead's belongings so that it could join her in the next life.

Once it was over, we stayed until the fire burned out.

Darren connected with his old pack while Riot spent time with his friends and family.

I was stuck close to Silas, who though followed Darren around a tad, did hold himself back for my sake and I was more than thankful for that.

I didn't want to jinx what Riot and I had but we'd been getting close.

Though I still felt hallow with Nani gone, now that her funeral was over and that my dads were leaving things felt normal.

I tried really hard not to break down during the day while we worked but my soul just needed to be around him it seemed and I think he knew it because lately, he was never far away.

Preston knew about Nana and said he was going to come home early but we reassured him that he didn't need to, that he could enjoy his vacation, especially where he had started it late.

I wondered though what the house would be like with him home.

Riot and I had gotten into a routine, we had started sharing his bed, opting that it was better for both our necks.

We didn't sleep very close, there was no touching as of right now but it was comfortable, more so than the sofa.

In the morning we'd wake up, get the animals ready for their day and as I was feeding chickens Riot would get breakfast ready.

We'd eat together before stopping in to see Miquel and Verne,.

Lunchtime I would go in early to make us something to eat, it was nice.

It had only been a week but it felt like a lifetime.

Lunchtime I would go in early to make us something to eat, it was nice.

It had only been a week but it felt like a lifetime but I was still in a dark space.

Every moment alone I could feel it crawling up my back, the bugs grabbing onto my neck and trying to keep me from doing anything, to keep me from being happy.

"Are you sure you're okay with me leaving?" Riot asked for the umpteenth time.

I was sitting on the couch, feet up as I clicked through channels.

I wanted him to stay so bad, I wanted to scream at him not to leave but I didn't want to be that person.

So I just looked up at him, smiling at him.

His hair sweeping to one side, a leather jacket graced his arms with a dark blue button-up underneath, one with little pugs on it that I had picked out for him because he didn't know what he wanted to wear.

He wore lighter jeans, his sneakers matching his jacket.

He was perfect, everything about him was too good to be true and I knew it.

"I promise I won't be too late, you have my number yeah?"

He patted his pocket finding his cell-phone.

I held mine up and nodded.

"Okay, text me. I'll text you. I'll look at my cell-phone promise," he said, grabbing the door handle but he paused before leaving, he looked at me one more time before leaning over the back of the couch, his lips quickly touching mine before opening the door and leaving without another word.

I felt a blush crawling up my neck, we hadn't shared another kiss since the night before.

I wanted to and I think he had too but it was never the right moment.

He hasn't been gone an hour and my mind was already rearing it's demons.

My arms itched but I knew I was stronger than that, I knew I could fight the urge to put anything in my system.

Besides, I didn't know where to find anything.

I wouldn't want to look for it.

'Ali.'

I jumped, looking around the room at the call of my name.

I shook it off, looking back towards the T.V. as my cell-phone lit with a text.

It was Ivan, texting me once again about someone he had met in town.

It was pure luck we had met our mates around the same time.

Ivan just wanted to speak about his mate, Freddie, about how much he loved being around him.

Apparently, Freddie was a vampire but was still young.

He had been transitioning from female to male the last four years and was very open about it with Ivan, who of course welcomed him with open arms and Ivan wanted to tell me all about it.

How Freddie was planning to have surgery in the next year but it was risky with him being a vampire.

Any type of medical treatment had to be done by a vampire as well because humans couldn't deal with supernaturals the way they could handle their own.

Though being transgender wasn't something new and it had it's practices for hundreds of years in the supernatural field, it was still risky to be cut open when you had no real blood in your veins.

All Ivan wanted to speak about was his fear,and though I couldn't blame them, I still had my own demons to fight.

I could spend a few moments on him and his issues before my own would clog my vision and make everything hazy.

'Alister.'

I shook my head, I needed to rest.

It's one thing I hadn't been doing was getting great sleep.

Though Riot and I had been sharing a bed and we had been sleeping through the night.

I had been finding falling asleep was an issue for me and with the early mornings we had, it wasn't doing me any good.

So with that in my mind, I sent him a text telling him I was going to sleep and to have fun before laying myself on the couch and closing my eyes.

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

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Could you imagine if that were possible and how fun that would be! 😇

Blow some bubbles or actually play inside of them! 💋🔮✨

How about finding intricately stashed treasures nestled inside the orbs; meant as tiny gifts for the purest of hearts? 💎

Could you imagine going inside an infinite energy orb made of pure light and star~dust to find a little egg inside -- and inside the egg -- a tiny, magical tree? ikr!

That's where Pug takes us! 🌠

To a whole new world unlike any place you've been before! 🌌🪐

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Take cosmic flight with Pug! 😍