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[chibiabsol]

Ooooooh glowy lavalamp

Thank you @@BardicHorse for commissioning me!

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[gennie123]

Tips For A Healthy and Glowing Skin With Makeup Looks In The Summer Festive Season | Sabezy

Indian summers are here, and they have brought festivities with them. Everybody wants the sparkling festive glow on their skin, but achieving that will take a bit of effort. In this article, we have discussed tips for healthy and glowing skin with makeup looks, simple skin care products, and healthy skin in the summer festival season!

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[skips-corner]

2D and 2E for the challenge with Mammon and Levi as the characters SPARKLEEYES

He asked about his Ruri-chan cosplay pics...

[desudog-gone]

i do agree with the trend in reboots and shit where the faces become the same the eyes huger and glitterye and the hair straighter and clothing shitter ETC but i really cant agree when people are like "toys too! after 2010 it went to shit and theres no cute softer lower key stuffies anymore!" and show a pic of a stuffed animal from 2005 as the bad example. im sorry but brightly lisa franlie plastic sparkleeye stuffed animals and dolls arent... like new starting at like 2015 like so many people insist, you just started noticing them more. and i pick up natural colored, bean bodied, not glittery stuffies all the time?? i see them all the time? also like bro im sorry you are no longer the target audiance, if thats what kids thee days find cool (you did too back then. flashback to all the times you begged for that beanie boo or lisa frank purple dog...) thats what stores will stock!! fashion dolls arent new, neither are their glittery clothes!!! you mean to tell me rainbow high is just 100% out of left field with bratz and the entire barbie legacy behind them? every 10 years theres a new brightly colored line of fashion dolls and plasticc eye stuffies. this has been happening for decades now, youre just boring and old enough to find them tacky now.

[chocolatepostwolf]

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[booksie]

“It’s funny, the way that people believe that no one cares that they’re at their lowest: that everyday is a struggle and they want to die. And they usually find out when it is, or almost is too late. But it’s the love that they realize that helps them to love and love again, even if there’s only one person that needs them. It’s okay though, because it’s at least one thing to live for.”

Scars, Skin, and Charcoal, sparkleeye

[causticsunshine]

✨💞 patreon now live 💞✨

hello everyone!

as some of you may know, i’m still working towards being able to support myself as illustrator and i currently work a retail job that isn’t giving me what i need by way of hours and pay. i’m still going to be taking on “day” jobs until i’m able to support myself solely off my own work - and i’m currently in the process of trying to find a different primary place of employment for thetime being - but: i have finally started using my patreon!

95% of the work that i post i do out of genuine enjoyment, without payment, but feasibly -- i can’t make a living off of that. just because i’m drawing and writing things i enjoy, it doesn’t mean i’m still not putting in hours of effort! all the kind words, follows and support mean the absolute world to me, but as art is my trade and i want to make it my sole career in time, it’s just not feasible for me to only make free content!

i already have a ko-fi set up by way of a tip jar, but if you’re interested in further supporting my work, as well as getting early access to finished pieces, seeing previews for finished projects (including things i’m writing), access to patreon-exclusive work, voting on drawings and more, you can find my page here! 

as you can see, i have a few tiers set up already; i’m still learning how to use the site so everything is still quite simple, but i’m definitely going to add tiers as well as goodies as time passes and more people join!

so thank you all so much for your support so far, and for checking out my page! hope to see some of y’all over there 💞

more places to find my artwork:

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[stevebillyrecs]

In Your Heart, I Find My Home by sparkleeye ( @sparkleeye )

M | 23k words

It’s been over a month he’s been living with Harrington, three since he’s been back and four since he died.

Life was already a sick joke before the spontaneous resurrection. Back from the dead and living out of his guiltiest wet dream’s guest bedroom, Billy’s still not laughing.

[void021]

I told you “I love you” a million times.

...If only pictures could reply. ~void021

[prettyboyporter]

hey tracy! count me in for harringrove for australia! i would love to do some mini-fics and sketches to help out!

THANK YOU BABEY! I appreciate your help! Gotcha marked down as a creator. Will send out instructions on the 17th. Youre amazing as always!!! 

[mifsudvisions]

❤️ Love 🥰 Head 12x16” acrylics on canvas. Starting bid is 150$. Please use at least $10 increases. Shipping is $15 inside the USA. Auction ends 4/7/19 at 9pm est sharp. PayPal Venmo and credit debit cards accepted. That’s a lot and always give it your best. ☄️❤️🌈✌️🌈🌈✌️❤️🌈🤘🤘🤘🌞🌞🌞 #mushlove #rollaway #rainbows #peace #mushroom #face #sparkleeyes #shapes #mifsudvisions #specialstuff #empathy #peaceful #relaxing #entrancing #entheogen #pulsing #pattern #smile https://www.instagram.com/mifsudvisions/p/Bv70qWinLJF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vefaxdqi65bf

[letshargroovetonight]

2, 16, 27 for the handwriting asks!

hullo alex!! thanks for sending 🤗💕

[thedeviljudges]

mermaid!billy

Billy can’t shake the feeling that settles deep in his fins. He knows better than this--after all, it’s what gets their kind killed--but he follows it instead of listening because the curiosity presented before him is too much of a temptation to resist.

What makes this human so special? Billy’s never been captivated by much, but it’s taken little effort to figure out that this human is not like the rest.

He snorts, eying the water beneath Steve’s feet, each squelch of his shoes across the wooden planks grating on Billy’s nerves. Two buckets of fish dangle from his hands--back and forth across the dock as the fishermen empty freezers full of fish from another successful catch.

It’s boring, lackluster because Billy’s done this sort of thing his whole life--he’s got to eat somehow. Yet, the way this boy moves--a little lanky, a little clumsy--mesmerizes Billy. He shouldn’t be caught in frivolity; one human saving him doesn’t mean anything, especially after Billy had almost killed him.

Thank god for guilt, he thinks; his mother had always taught him his siren song was a gift. What a tragedy he’d almost let himself become.

Instead, Billy watches keenly. Steve does most of the hard labor, chalked up to being younger than most of the men on the boats. This means he also wades across the dock by his lonesome, and Billy curls his lips into a deadly smile.

Swimming too close than he knows what’s good for him, Billy lifts himself half way, tangles his fingers between the open spaces of splintered planks and shoves two remaining buckets across the dock. They skitter, Billy watching them go--one remains upright only by a miracle while the other topples over.

A colorful assortment of the sea’s finest flop across the dock in a wet spread of delicious food. Billy takes what he wants--only the biggest and the best--and dives back into the water with nothing more than a splash.

His grab is toothpick pickings, little grubs not meant for a full meal, but they’re satisfying. A pleased hum escapes as he munches, waiting for his human to return, and Billy knows that he will.

In no time, the creak of footsteps give Billy warning, makes him sink lower in the water as Steve comes back into view. He’s beautiful, very ethereal, and it makes him wonder how magnificent he’d be if he were Billy’s kind--with fins and a tail, full of gradient scales that’d shimmer while gliding through the water.

He figures, maybe, it’d be similar to the brown upon Steve’s head, a little longer than any other human Billy’s encountered, soft to the touch as both water and wind have tossed it around.

“What the f-”

Billy’s nose curls when he laughs, tail pressing forward as he meets the edge of the dock again. If Steve had noticed, he’d see the damp handprints across the wood, but Billy doesn’t blame him as Steve wipes his brow with the back of his arm. 

The wet of Billy’s lashes blur his vision, blinking away the water. It leaves the entirety of Steve in his wake, and Billy holds his breath as Steve cocks his head in confusion. “Literally, what the fuck?” he breathes.

Lowering himself, Steve reaches for one of the dozens of fish and eventually, the bucket, plopping the remnants of the day’s catch back where it belongs.

While his brows are crossed in confusion, Billy licks his lips, curious as Steve concentrates, as his face contorts into a variety of emotions Billy has never seen on him before.

It lasts for a long time, almost as long as it takes Steve to clean Billy’s mess, but that’s it. The tin can is filled; Billy is still mesmerized, and the only thing that knocks him clean is the sharp look Steve sends his way as if he’d known Billy was there all along.

Billy yelps, falling back into the water as Steve’s sharp laugh cuts in half by water-muffled ears.

“You’re lucky I took the best catch first,” Steve says as Billy breaks through the surface of the water. He hadn’t expected it, but the human’s moved closer to the edge of the dock--an eerie picture Billy hastily pushes from his mind, when cold, wet hands and the trill of his song had cultivated a very sedated Steve. “Your antics aren’t going unnoticed.”

Floating in the water is one of Billy’s favorite things to do, doesn’t quite understand how land life forsakes the ease the body is put through. Which is why he finds his way onto his back, staring up at the sky as Steve stares down at him--the curiosity Billy’s accustomed to transferred into the depths of beautiful, brown eyes.

Billy ignores Steve, kinda. He acknowledges the amusement, the slight intone of worry. The prospect of another human discovering Billy is a risk he’s taken--growing higher by the number each day he can’t say no--because there’s something here, and Billy doesn’t know what, and that feeling deep down in his fins won’t leave him alone.

“Some of them think you’re an angel.” Steve’s fingers graze the water, but dip no further. Billy knows he’s nervous to touch him, had seen the hesitation the moment he’d rescued Billy from the fishing nets. There’s nothing wrong with his fins; Billy knows this, and he thinks he ought to tell Steve that he’s not much different than the slimy cretins he catches for a living.

Though all the same, Billy doesn’t push. He flops his tail in acknowledgement, and that’s all he gives by way of staring at Steve out of the corner of his eye.

“Wouldn’t they be surprised if they really knew,” Steve murmurs.

It sends a lump of bitterness down Billy’s throat, anger seething on the tip of his tongue. Quick as lightening--because Billy’s practiced as a means of survival--he finds himself in between Steve’s legs, fingers curling into the meat of Steve’s thighs.

He says nothing as Steve hands land atop his, gripping tight in fright and surprise from the sudden change. If Billy had better hearing, he thinks maybe he could pinpoint the second Steve’s heart picked up speed; he’d feel guilty for that, too, but as it stands, he frowns.

“I-” Steve starts, snaps his mouth shut when Billy’s jaw flexes under the harsh bite he’s known to give.

With a sharp shake of his head, Billy releases his grip on Steve, albeit slowly. If anyone should feel fear, it’s Billy--and he does, to an extent. The temptation he’s fallen under with Steve is useless fodder. It should mean nothing--it does mean nothing--but Billy only convinces himself of that in short bursts of rational.

Every other moment, he’s caught between the torrential downpour of emotions Steve offers him. He keeps Billy alight with satisfaction, with wonder, with that undulating curiosity he cannot explain.

The mere thought of anyone else’s hands on him but Steve’s makes Billy angry; it makes him aware that he’s anything but a threat because humans, at the end of the day, are the real monsters. Billy’s seen destruction, and he knows that Steve is on a boat out of basic survival, but that doesn’t mean his comrades wouldn’t turn at the opportunity for fresh meat.

It is, after all, why they fish in the depths of the ocean, far beyond what their eyes can see.

“Billy,” Steve says, coaxing him out of his panicked thoughts.

It works like a charm, tension fading, Billy attempting to slump back down into the water, back to safety, until Steve doesn’t let him.

The rocking of the water is usually the comfort his kind seek, the deep sway of ocean as it’s pulled by the wind, by the currents, and other sea life. Billy doesn’t thrive off of contact, not since he’s learned that that’s the human’s way, but Steve’s careful fingers--cold from the chill in the air, reproachful from caution--meet the curve of his cheek in the softest touch Billy knows he’s ever received.

He doesn’t mean to, but Billy curls into it. His features fall into comfort while the flutter of his heart is felt so deeply in his chest. Billy flicks his gaze over Steve’s, meets steely brown eyes that examine him so closely. “I wouldn’t do that,” he finally says, the conviction laced within his words. “I wouldn’t tell them about you.”

Relief had already flooded Billy long ago, so the tightening in his tummy is something different. Billy can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know that he wants to because something delicate has blossomed between them.

Steve releases a gentle smile, thumb brushing the corner of Billy’s lip, and he thinks if he’d reached a litter further, maybe Steve would like the taste--the taste of salt water and Billy and the humbled knowledge that what they’re doing isn’t necessarily okay--

But maybe it doesn’t have to be bad either. Maybe Billy could deal with a cruel fate if it meant he’d forever have Steve’s attention.

[softpulpyhands]

Things are happening.... 👀✨👅 . . . #drawingtime #chinamarker #planthair #flowerhair #sparkleeye https://www.instagram.com/p/Bntw24yl0Qk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13j0sxevakf2g

[cclopezbcn]

MY LIFE STORY - SPARKLE #1996 The greatest living singer Stuck inside a damp bedsitter The greatest on the earth has never stepped on land For services rendered A party full of great pretenders The champagne wasn't chilled such a dreadful oversight Oh why #MyLifeStory @mylifestoryuk #sparkle #sparkleeyes #eye #eyesbrows #pestañas #eyeliner #lagrimas #tears #myvinylcollection #vinylcollection #vinylcollector #vinylrecords #sparklevinyl #purpurina #grease (at Barcelona, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZEfQk1K2Oa/?utm_medium=tumblr

[memo-schmage]

#archivefashion Still in Love with this Look 🤎 🦋 🤎 I did for @tatachristiane on #stunning @daryarosenfeld @pearlmodelmanagement #photography @robertbartholot #makeup done using exclusively @yslbeauty @armanibeauty & @mariagallandofficial #eyelashes @kryolandeutschland #butterfly #inspiredlook #sparkleeyes #glossylips #braidedhair #hairstyles #makeupartist @memo_schmage_artist #hairstylist #berlin #memoschmage #myheartbelongsyvessaintlaurent (hier: Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUHa6iEKssS/?utm_medium=tumblr