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[jazz-maverick]

the lines we draw || madmore

Jazz e Sturgis não estavam namorando, não mesmo. Claro, eles saiam praticamente todos os finais de semana, tomavam todas em algum bar descuidado e acabavam transando; isso não era namoro, era conveniência. Jezebel mesmo não estava saindo nem um pouco da sua rotina e para ela era mais divertido ter a companhia de Stu do que de qualquer outro homem que provavelmente lhe irritaria profundamente na tentativa de levá-la para cama. Quando estava com o loiro, a única coisa que mudava nessas noites de bebedeira e flerte era se eles se divertiam zombando outros clientes do local ou se arranjavam uma briga para finalizar a saída. A última saída que tiveram preencheu a primeira opção e para a alegria de Jazz, no bar no qual se encontravam estava acontecendo um despedida de solteira. - With each drink it will be a new reaction. First she'll scream that she's happy, then she'll tell her friends how much she loves them, then she'll cry that she doesn't know if she really wants to get married, then she'll hit on the waiter since it's her last night of freedom and then she'll end up vomiting in the bathroom. - o comentário era apenas para ser maldoso, mas Sturgis duvidou que essa seria a sequência dos fatos e uma aposta foi feita. Caso ela errasse, o loiro podia escolher o que queria ganhar, ela não se importava, pois ela não iria perder; por outro lado, se ela acertasse, Stu teria que deixar ela o tatuar.

E foi assim que Jazz foi parar ali, esperando o loiro aparecer no estúdio. O expediente de Jazz nem havia começado, mas ela gostava de ter o espaço apenas para ela e por mais que as luzes neon dessem um charme ao local, ver seus desenhos sob a luz do sol aquecia o coração da artista mais do que ela gostava de admitir. Além do mais, não teria que escutar baboseira dos colegas enquanto Sturgis estivesse ali - caso ele aparecesse, claro; Jezebel já estava pensando em todas as formas de zombar do mais novo caso ele desistisse de cumprir a aposta. - I thought you weren't going to show up. - cumprimentou com deboche quando viu Stu entrar pela porta do estúdio finalmente.

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[siveydensipuli]

One day, about a month ago, I went to my usual grocery store to do some shopping. Thinking, I will buy some Myllyn Paras Makaroni, cause we're out of it and it's the default macaroni that everyone keeps stocked in their pantry. I reach the pasta aisle and am greeted by empty shelves. What? Is there another pandemic that I'm unaware of? Is it the war in Ukraine? No. Turns out that the one machine that churns the macaroni for the whole Finland is broken. And that's how the Finns faced a great macaroni shortage in the summer of 2023.

[monod1cot]

aba ..... again!!!

[veinsfullofstars]

⭐ Memories of friendship ⭐

(ID: Kirby series fanart, Childhood Friends AU, featuring young Dedede, Meta, Para Dee, and Bow Dee hanging out and interacting in various cute and silly scenarios. More detailed descriptions and bonus headcanons under the cut. END ID.)

Just a buncha li’l guys. The littlest of lads. I could literally fill pages with all the wholesome slice-of-life nonsense I have in mind for these kids (and maybe the smallest touch of angst, too, but that’s for later). Also might’ve made DDD’s overalls a little brighter to match his coat in the future. Also made refs for Para and Bow.

UPDATE 03/11/24: Added a few misc. details.

Sketches started btw 11/23 and 12/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 01/07/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/23.

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Image descriptions

Top-left: Meta carrying DDD by his hands and lifting him (with great difficultly) into the air (probably only a few inches off the ground), the latter laughing happily and kicking his feet, the former grimacing with effort and flapping his little wing as hard as he can.

(HC: Even at a young age, Meta is built more for dexterity than strength, and DDD isn’t exactly as light as the rest of his buddies - not that it stops either of them from doing something dumb in the name of a dare.)

Top-middle: Meta and Para holding open a large book between them (the image of Planet Popstar on the cover), reading and discussing its contents (as indicated by a wall of blue and green “Blah”s behind them), while Bow (slumped on Meta’s side) and Dedede (reclining back on Para’s side) are both fast asleep from boredom.

(HC: Needless to say, Meta and Para are huge nerds, often seen checking out half a dozen books at at time from the local library and finishing them before the week is out. Bow and DDD try to be interested, but they just don’t have the attention spans for huge walls of tech jargon and dusty old history.)

Top-right: Para floating with his parasol (patterned the same green-and-brown plaid as his bowtie), sweating and kicking his feet wildly, looking down in terror; Meta hovers nearby on his wings, looking on in surprise at his panicking friend.

(HC: Despite his proficiency, Para rarely uses his parasol for anything besides keeping himself dry in the rain. He is deathly afraid of heights and has gotten himself stuck in trees more than once thanks to his buddies’ daredevil antics.)

Middle-right: Bow - angered by something off-screen - furiously kicking and flailing about, her face red with rage, as DDD casually holds her up off the ground by the top of her head, looking annoyed and bored.

(HC: It doesn’t take a lot to set Bow off. Despite her tiny size, she can be an absolute terror when she’s upset about something, and the boys know this well. DDD is often the one to hold her back when she gets too rowdy, a role he’s not particularly thrilled to have. Stars help anyone in her line of sight if no one’s around to calm her down.)

Middle: Meta and DDD sitting side-by-side, the former in a rare excitable mood as he fidgets and chatters on about all kinds of things (indicated by several word bubbles with images inside, including ice cream, swords, bats, planets, stars, rockets, and Galacta Knight’s mask); DDD listens with surprising patience, a fond (if somewhat exasperated) smile on his face.

(HC: Meta is usually a very quiet kid, his silence filled by DDD being his typical boisterous self. Sometimes, though, when they’re just hanging out by themselves, Meta will find an opening - usually provided by DDD - and go off on tangents as random and hyper-focused as his more talkative buds. Not many people get to see him this animated or comfortable, and DDD - who’s seen them the most - cherishes these moments, even if it’s embarrassing to admit.)

Bottom-left: DDD dashing to our left, a determined grin on his face, as his friends ride Piggyback on his back - first Meta, wings out and free arm waving in excitement, then Para, clinging desperately to Meta with a look of panic on his face, and finally Bow, hanging off of Para and laughing merrily.

• (HC: DDD is always dragging his friends into one crazy scheme or another, usually at a full-tilt sprint and without much forethought beyond “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Meta is often swept up in the excitement, too curious and eager to learn to worry much about danger. Para is the embodiment of “I don’t know about this, guys…” but too lenient to really stop them. Bow will literally follow the boys off of a cliff as long as there’s fun to be had.)

Bottom-right: Bow, DDD, and Meta sitting in the grass surrounded by butterflies (their bodies black and wings white with dark edges, save one in the back with yellow wings rimmed in orange and red). One lands on DDD’s beak, and he pokes at it curiously, staring cross-eyed. Bow trembles behind him, staring at the butterfly in watery-eyed terror over his shoulder. Meta tilts his head to look at her with an expression of bemused concern, a butterfly settled on his foot.

(HC: Bow will tell you she isn’t afraid of anything. In many cases, this is true. She will routinely stare down threats ten times her size and promise to beat them up on the spot before someone more rational pulls her out of harm’s way. But, if there is a bug anywhere in her immediate vicinity, she will absolutely run for the hills. DDD used to tease her about this, hiding bugs in his hands to scare her. He stopped as soon as she started panic-smacking him.)

[kimoischizo]

together in our safe space ｡ we are one . .

[recuerdos-melancolicos]

Luna

Si, es cierto, tuvimos pocos momentos, pocas fotos, y pocos besos, pero no sabes lo duro que fue reemplazar esos momentos que fueron los más felices en mi vida, no sabes lo complicado que fue dejar de resivir esos besos que para mi eran como si la vida misma me diera un beso de vitalidad, y mucho menos sabes lo triste que fue borrar esas fotos que fue lo único y ultimo que conservaba de ti.. Estes donde estés, espero que te vaya muy bien, mi vida por otro lado, es un desastre de melancolía y soledad desde que mi Luna en ella ya no esta.

[waffulart]

An idea for an Error Sticker/Ideita para sticker de Error 🗣️

Error belongs to Crayon Queen

(I don't think I would make it but still posting)

[icebird-khion]

Khion casually leaned against one of the broader trees in the Krovs garden while he smoked, his arms crossed over his chest and one ankle crossed over the other. He wasn't much a fan of the warmer weather encroaching on his much preferred brutal Russian cold and ice, though he couldn't complain much. The cool breeze occasionally rushing through was enough to satisfy the pamola in the meantime.

Besides, he wasn't out here enjoying the sun for its warmth –– he was out here people-watching. He didn't have anything else to do trapped here as a slave... maybe he ought to heed Noel's insistence of him getting a job to keep him busy. Maybe. Just needed to find something he could actually do when all he had was an art degree and a decent photography portfolio under his belt for qualifications.

His thought process was disrupted when his sharp vision picked up familiar features entering the garden with the rest of the unclaimed slaves for their supervised hour outside. Khion took another drag before wandering over, brows raising as he indeed confirmed he wasn't making shit up before getting the human's attention. "Taliesin Mistry," he said, walking up to the obvious slave. His bright eyes briefly fell to the familiar collar around the other's neck and he smiled wryly. What a fucking small world to be reunited with a friend he used to party around with here in this place. "It's been a while, man. Though I'm not at all happy to see you around here. How've you been?"

@taliesin-mistry

[marc0-darlingg]

Hypersexual vent

I want something pure I want to be pure I hate my body and urges Im disgusting and gross

I feel terrible I want to be innocent and held I want the chance to feel normal

I want normal friends and relationships

I dont want to hurt people bc of my stupid gross urges

I want these urges to stop I want it all to stop I hate the way I am

Im shameful and gross I dont know how anyone could look at me for more than what I am,

I dont know how anyone could love me

[everyone-with-a-para]

I hope everyone with a para that is a dancer has a great day

[handgiven]

tiny little open starter

“I have seen all of time and space. You know what? It’s the little things that count.”

[h4v3n-system]

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[quietlyblooms]

alrighty, here's a wee plotting call ♡ tap the heart for me to bug you about muse dynamics, and for your convenience, my discord is below if your prefer to chat there!

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[doubleedgemode]

I was planning on drawing a big picture of A.B.A in the beach but I first wanted to challenge myself to conceptualize what I wanted her to wear for reference and I went overboard lol.

Since we don't know if she needs the bandages or not in Strive I researched a bit and turns out waterproof bandages/dressings do exist! Many types at that but I went with them acting like her regular ones (albeit sticking a bit more to the body because I figure out loose bandages would be awkward for swimming).

They could perfectly be the same colour as her usual ones but I saw that some waterproof bandages come in really bright fun colours so I wanted to shake the typical tones in her design a bit. No, I didn't find them in the exact blue I depicted them with, I just went with what would look well and what she'd maybe like, lol

Sorry textless version under the cut

[rae-raez]

Random rant but I’m genuinely tired of seeing people mixing the term fictosexual / fictoromatic with fictophilia like don’t get me wrong I know there similar but for the love of god they are still different in a way, it’s making me wanna rip my hair out as someone who has fictophilia.