#tell me in the comments

[semisolidmind]

valentines day is comin up, and long time followers will know that i like to make vintage-y valentines cards with a monster bf on them

im takin suggestions for what kinda monster should be on this year's card

[unfinishedbow]

Lambert is not paying attention 😭

[stjohnstarling]

How’s everyone doing today? What are we up to?

[lacewise]

Hallo there~

Working on any projects right now?

So many! I just finished this piece if you didn’t see the post dedicated to it!

I also have two lace tutorial pieces I’m working on that will go in the same video and a companion piece based on antique patterns and some actual antique lace! That last one is uhhh… going to happen eventually.

Do you have anything you’re working on?

[mountportyearbookproject]

alright friends lets pick a prom king

preperation for the mountport high yearbook begins!!! first things first, determining the prom king and queen!!

[leafith]

Who here knows all of these Songs?? Yeah, I was bored and Leaf Is drawing a Little bit so... Let's start. Imma tag someone ti not make this flop!

And... Last one...

Tagging:

@fxndomstxr-eclair @amity206 @tsutsuji-picrew @the-doodle-bugs @rose-anon11 @rookie-choco @weirdboi @wowiexist0 @in0ts0phia @urlocalgworllol @peachdollrose @screwzara @flamy-t @hearthstonealderman16 @historical-gacha @jassygay @jamesworld4lyfe @lunaglitchercc @crowcussion @moonzie-does-picrews and anyone else that sees this post! Thank you all!! Bye bye!!🩷

[rikardtoenterprise]

[thefandomstorage]

Ruiniel’s Names

So we’re gonna talk about Ruiniel’s names. If I get a meaning wrong, I apologize

Also, important note, Maedhros and Fingon are Gil’s dads. Maedhros and Gil are both trans.

Father name: Ruiniel: Blaze/Fire + Daughter of. I chose to interpret it as “Daughter of blazing fire”. Very obvious reference to Feanor. 

“Mother” name: Natlánare: Radiant Flame. So in the verse where Ruiniel exists, Gil-Galad’s Quenya “mother” name is Naltanaro, so I thought it fitting to give his daughter the feminine form of it. A low-key callback to Feanor and Maedhros and Gil. But also, it could be seen as a reference to Fingolfin as “Radiant Flame” can be a a way to describe a star. But that’s just my opinion.

Epesse: Laicamë : Sharp/Keen + Woman who is. Woman who is sharp/keen. In my opinion, this can be interpreted in two ways. Sharp/keen can mean intelligence and wit or it could mean that she has a sharp tongue. Of course, a great granddaughter of Feanor would have a sharp wit and a sharp tongue is necessary when you’re the daughter of a former High King and a Feanorian.

She’s nice and sweet 90% of the time. Say something rude about her families tho, and you’re gonna get the mini Feanor side.

[milesofstars]

dont worry about it jason...

[his-ghostly-wife]

I've been researching about how tall they could be, and since I couldnt find what their hights were online, i did my own research

So me, and the other ones. A comment from the fandom post about Lucky said "Lucky could be a foot taller than Doug". So I figured this was thier heighs, doing Luckys first, i saw how tall Penny was to Lucky so I thought she could be a little more taller than him. Hangry could be a few inches taller than both of them as well

[machveil]

Off-Putting!Simon Riley with a Reader that matches his freak

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that stares at you like you’re a figment of his imagination. you’re poking around in the kitchen making a quick lunch while Simon’s cleaning dishes— well, he was. he paused when he felt the urge to look at you. he’s been lazily rinsing the same dish for two minutes, looking at you through his pale eyelashes as you quietly move about. he snaps out of it a minute later, your back is to him, but you’ve felt his eyes on you the whole time, “You can keep looking, Simon, just turn the faucet off.”

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that holds you a little too tight. his touch is always loving, but once in a while his blunt nails dig into your skin. small red marks from his fingers pads gripping the fat of your hips around the house left in his wake. in public he’ll do the same, no regard for how it might look to others, his eyes are solely on you. and, oh, Simon adores when you’re affectionately rough with him. he’s taken to wearing t-shirts around you, faded teeth indents littering his biceps from when you’ve felt the need to nip and gnaw at him

Off-Putting!Simon Riley that follows you around the grocery store, he’s been keeping a small distance - idly following you while passersby glance at him. you like it when he shadows you, standing at the edge of the aisle you’re in. he only comes up to you when a man approaches, the poor guy telling you he there’s some ‘strange man’ stalking you through the store. Simon’s suddenly beside you, dark eyes glaring at him as you smile, “Oh— thanks, this is my husband.”, you laugh, smitten when you look up at your Simon

[adriles]

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

[kinsey3furry300]

An extremely dumb guid to “Which famous 60’s/70's Jazz man is that?”

1, Is it Piano lead or Brass lead? If piano go to question two. If brass question three.

2, Does the Pianist sound like he’s taken all the acid, or is there a guy making love to a clarinet?

Oh yeah: he’s taken all the acid alight. Is… is he okay? Thelonious Monk.

Oh yeah, some guy is going ham on a clarinet. Dave Burkbeck Quartet.

Neither of the above: Duke Ellington.

3, If brass lead: is it Louis Armstrong? If Yes, it’s Louis Armstrong. If no, question four.

4, Does the Trumpet player make you feel sad? Even, dare I say, Blue?

Almost? Chet Barker

Kind of? Miles Davies.

If no, question five.

5, Is the trumpet player trying to blow your face clean off? Like, actively trying to kill the first row of the audience? Dizzy Gillespie.

It’s brass led, but Sax not Trumpet.  

Okay, question 6, isolate the stings: is Charles Mingus doing what he’s actually paid to do in the back of the ensemble, or is he dicking around and seeing how far a man can take a double bass before his band-mates kill him?

Seems to be playing normally: Charlie Parker

He’s fucking around in F minor, and also that Bari sax is filthy! The Mingus Big band, with Ronnie Cuber on the Sax.

[abd-illustrates]

💖 Alchemy 💖

Finished art from this week’s video! Idek how long it’s been since I got the chance to sit down and do some fully rendered character art, but revisiting Alchemy for this one was SO refreshing! (Tho y’all’s kind comments on this vid have been even more so, tysm 💖)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[acetrappolad]

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