#tango slowly

[kartana]

Fully organized my clothes and room. I'm cracked? Somehow had a full day tomorrow I spend money again on food. Everyday it's food but tomorrow I'm really going to try and eat enough. I will be honest and act with self respect tomorrow while still being respectful and also I will try to get what I want. Nothing will happen I have no expectations my goal will always be to just have a good time and make sure others are having a good time the rest is extra. It is enough more than enough to have that. Ok sleeping I'm going to make eggs tomorrow morning and try to eat a lot. Wish me luck!

[moriipoda]

what a lovely team full of members who all love eachother and hold no grudges!!

[larrkspurrned]

finally done with this one!! An outlaw tango based off of the Highwayman fic by the wonderful @envelopedbyoblivion. I heart this silly yeehaw outlaw !!

Plain background + closeup under the cut !!

In my mind, this piece is kind of like, right at the start of the story!! also because it makes my heart sing,,, i wanted to add a little scar on his nose :')))

Also, i KNOW he doesnt have a tail in the fic but im a blazeborn tango truther alright

[raticalshoez]

Fiercely loyal girls when the narrative hits them and alter their relationship with their alliances forever

[galaxyinacup]

This is their dynamic btw

[uninad4]

mystic messenger au posting !!

my brain has cursed me to create this, so have a relationship chart! to those who are wondering, the roles are :

Etho - MC

Cleo - Zen

Tango - Jaehee

Grian - Yoosung

Doc - Jumin

Bdubs - 707

Joel - V

Rika - Lizzie

[slashmagpie]

Scar has had a day.

A fun day, certainly! He would never say that he didn’t have fun. That would be a lie, and Scar is not a liar. (A schemer, a swindler, yes, but a liar? Why, he’d never!) But several hours of running Decked Out, one near-death-experience after another, has him shaking all over. He’s sweating in places he didn’t even know he could sweat, and his heart is pounding even faster against his ribcage than the dungeon’s at max clank. 

But he had fun, and he’s achieved his goal of two new cards and a victory tome, so he’s about ready to head home to Scarland for some nice relaxing time—

There is something in the hallway with him.

The hair on the back of Scar’s neck prickles, and he can feel the ravager’s breath against his skin, a sudden rush of hot air in the otherwise frozen crypts. He feels his body freeze, lungs ceasing to function without permission, and he needs to run, needs to flee, he’s going to lose—

“You got lucky at the end there. When you were leaving? There was a ravager coming at you across the thing—”

“Oh gosh!” Scar stumbles backwards, heart in his throat, looking up at Tango as he approaches Scar and his shulker deck across the hall. His words spill out of him so fast he stumbles over the sounds, and Tango stops, staring, as Scar nearly keels over backwards from fright. “Jeez, Tango, oh my gosh, I thought you were a ravager, I’m a little still paranoid, it’s been a—a captivating day—”

Scar’s back hits the blackstone rim of the door behind him, and the sudden terror he’d felt at Tango’s presence suddenly vanishes, leaving him sagging against the wall. Tango blinks owlishly, looking around the dungeon like he’s missed something. 

“H-Hi? Do I…?” Tango looks down at himself, like he’s expecting to see something different, like he might suddenly be a beast with shaggy grey fur and deadly horns, and not a Tango in his frosty blue robes. A laugh wheezes its way out of Scar as the relief turns into an odd sort of dizziness. He feels a little sick. “Wow. Scar? You okay…?”

Scar pulls himself out of the corner, towards his friend, because Tango is his friend, and he’s just—he’s just Tango. Not a ravager, or any other kind of danger, just Tango, who’s spent the last thirteen months making this amazing game for all of the hermits, and who Scar is not scared of.

“Y-Y-You get heightened tension, right, when you play? It’s crazy, like—”

“You are on edge,” Tango tells him with a laugh, and Scar laughs along.

“I was on edge!” he agrees, opening his shulker once again so that he can avoid Tango’s gaze. There’s something about his eyes that are just—Scar doesn’t know. He’s not afraid of Tango. Why would he be afraid of Tango?

“Rarr,” Tango jokes, the worst ravager impression in the world, bearing his teeth and raising his hands like claws, and Scar does not jump. “And stuff.”

…Everything is fine, and normal, and Scar just needs—needs to go back to Scarland. And relax. Because his heart is beating too fast, and he’s played a lot of Decked Out, and he’s had a lot of fun, but he’s jumping at shadows, and at Tangos, and that—that simply won’t do.

(And he does not entertain the notion, not even a slightest bit, that maybe it’s not just him—that maybe there is something going on with Tango—because, really, it’s just Tango. Come on.) 

[daily-tango-doodles]

Day 305: felt like drawing my surfer tango

[elipsis-art]

i was in a tango mood the other day, so i decided to draw @/sharklyart's tango

[sad-leon]

so uhhh- i joined artfight

figured if theres not an actual deadline i might as well- hopefully it gets me to draw a bit more than i have been

[aulerean]

They say The Inventor used to be human…

[mbirnsings-71]

pretty privileged man ask local girlboss is that her cringefailed washed hubby?

I am UNWELL

OMG HI SCOTTTTT HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I provide thee with two images for this wonderful gift! Tango's netherception once again cause I miss it, and then Jimmy with Kirsty and Norman because YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[lvminisciel]

dance macabre

let us have this dance of macabre!

strums of lullaby accompany our steps

spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence 

people of all race, of all ages

humans and fae alike, mingling into one

isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?

rub away your tears, if you would

look above, my dear!

look how the ceilings crumbled, 

forging a path upon the starry skies

under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace

one step forward, two steps back

a tango everyone desires

now then, don your brightest smiles!

as we are the prima donna of this palace 

knightly boots replacing glass slippers

briars and thorns, prettier than roses

mere infatuations and lust desist,

only loyalty alone shall exist

hush now, dear

do not loathe me amidst parada

cease your sadness at once

bury your soul deep within one’s eyes

never let those speckles of aurora

be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass 

for I have bestowed you the honor

of taking my hand for this dance

moving in front ochos,

I whisper to you eternal happiness

a promise that’ll never go unkept

holier than the eternal slumber

oh, if only the crowd would cheer!

rather than rotting beneath our feet 

but fret not, my dear 

as we have a long night ahead of us!

[simple-seranade]

Just A Man- Epic the Musical

been brainrotting over the life series again, guys. featuring our comet coded winner, boogieman Tango, and the Sad Boys

version w/o text under the cut!

[fountainpenguin]

I've been itching to draw some character refs, but I told myself "Nah, I don't need them; I know what these bodies look like" and well. now I'm out of town and you'll never believe what I could use right now.

[mudblockz]

the brain worms have gotten into my head and they are whispering headcanons about Tango of the Tek variety