#visage | dee

[mahoushojoumonster]

Why is she just so perfect *sobs*

[ratkiing-a]

gans media retro games by hot mulligan & season 15 episode 8 of it's always sunny in philadelphia.

[sylvva]

I GOT THE CUTEST SURPRISE TODAY !! CAMILLA PLUSHIE TO MATCH ALL MY OTHER STRAWHAT PLUSHIES !! LOOK AT HER !!!!

a million thanks to @episodeofdee for the plushie. camilla plushie is a late bday gift and I can't believe it is something I now own. the rest of the strawhats are plushies she sells in her shop !!

[angelfate]

love this maker. :)

[arachnidiots]

liam most often wears their hair down. it’s pretty long, goes down to about the middle of their chest. only once have they really cut it shorter, and had it resting on their shoulders, but that was back during their early years of college. it’s always a touch messy, but nothing crazy and wild (unless they’ve run out of a situation or been out swinging). there’s just always strands sticking out or it’s got the faintest frizz to it. some wind can send it covering their face and out of order. a ponytail or half up half down look might be seen here and there, but more often if their hair needs to be up and out of their face they’ll default to a bun or braids (usually two, but one if they really have no time). to fit her hair under the mask, braids usually is the way to go. it fits with some light struggle, but ultimately doesn’t show or impact the mask too much (thanks to a little bit of comic/movie magic).

[thegcng-arch]

dennis & mr. tibbs: on romanticizing your childhood in order to suppress it, and watching as it's torn apart right in front of your eyes.

[arachnidiots-a]

LIV HEWSON as LIAM KAZ mutuals may interact , everyone else dni

[unbaptism]

TAG DROP

[badstepsmoving]

tags pt. 1

[thegodwhoreallylikesmusicals]

(to the tune of La Dee Da Da Day)

Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy bi-irthday!

i don’t usually post art that i intend to gift someone but i was really proud of this little doodle for my partner’s birthday card (the candles are blacked out for privacy reasons bc it’s their age)

[fellowhonest]

🦊

[ratkiing-a]

tag drop !!

[myriaed]

adding this dreamboat to the muse list.

name. colton "colt" hudson age. 18-30 (verse dependent) hometown. dallas, texas height: 6'0 weight: 180 lbs eyes/hair: green/brown orientation: heterosexual shipping status: open

[eerieseelie]

Date idea: Sketching and rocking out to metal in your local cemetery 🪦🦇🖤

Thanks to @glitch-tom for collaborating with his amazing rendition of Dee’s visage 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[imashoe69420]

Can I request the rise bois having a crush on a human y/n but they think y/n would never like a mutant so they use a cloaking brooch to try and ask y/n on q date, but y/n quickly recognizes them even with the brooch 👉👈

彡★Rise!Bros X Reader Headcannons★彡

Pronouns: Gender Neutral (they/them)

Relationships: Dating

Timeline: Post-Movie

Warnings ⚠️: None

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Leo

• It wasn’t that Leo thought you didn’t like him as he was. He was just trying to relate to you since you had so many human friends.

• When you two were hanging out, you’d often get a message on your phone from one of your friends asking if you can hang out. More often than not, you would leave the lair to meet them, leaving Leo to think about solutions to make you more comfortable.

• Okay, maybe he was a little insecure about being a mutant rather than a human.

• When you saw him in the cloaking brooch, your first reaction was to laugh out loud.

• “Aw, Lee…!” You said in between laughs. “You look so weird.”

• Leo felt a pang of annoyance as he jumped through hoops to get a cloaking brooch and may have the Hidden City police after him.

• “C’mon, don’t this rugged good looks translate well in my human form?”

• You giggled as you neared him and gently took the brooch off of his chest, Leo turning back to the lovable turtle he was.

• “I like you just the way you are, babe. Green skin, bald head and all.”

• Leo scoffed but hugged you tightly, lifting you off your feet and twirling around.

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Raph

• We all know that the red clad turtle is big. Like, really big. And spiky.

• You’d cut yourself on his spikes before and he always profusely apologized even though you were never mad at him.

• So one day, he thought to try out a cloaking brooch to see if he could reduce his spikes and size.

• It definitely reduced his spikes, but not his size.

• When you saw him, you loved it before he told you why he’d done it.

• “Raph, you don’t have to do that.”

• “But I keep hurting you and—”

• You grabbed his face and pulled him down to your own visage, taking the cloaking brooch off.

• “I love every part of you. Spikes and all.”

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Mikey

• When Mikey put on the cloaking brooch, you loved the way his human form looked. Like, you’d obsessively ask him if he could put it on.

• After a while, Mikey grew to assume that you only liked him with the brooch on.

• He started to wear it more and more before you would even ask him.

• Eventually, you grew suspicious. It seemed like he would rush to get the brooch whenever you’d come into the lair.

• “Mike, you know you don’t have to wear the brooch every time I’m here, right?”

• Mikey was slightly embarrassed. “I know…! I just thought you liked it more than… my other form.”

• “No, Mikey,” you took the brooch off of his chest, turning him back into a mutant, “I love your human form. But I love your mutant form even more.”

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Donnie

• Donnie was always insecure about your relationship. When he’d first met you, he had a cloaking brooch on, so he appeared human.

• It was only after the first date he revealed that he was a mutant.

• You didn’t care about his appearance and he was still hot anyways, but he would often put the brooch on when you two would hang out.

• One day, you thought it was a good idea to remind him again. When you arrived in his lab, he was working on another great invention. When he saw you, he quickly reached for the brooch, but you approached even faster.

• You placed a hand on the brooch and gazed up at him. “Y’know you don’t need to wear that, right?”

• He somewhat avoided your stare. “I know. I just…”

• “Donnie,” your hand went up from his hand to his bicep and you gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’ve told you already that I love you just as much as I love your human form.”

• “I know, but… you’re human. You’re used to humans. So why not look like one to make you more comfortable?”

• You sighed as you cupped his cheek. “You already make me feel comfortable, Dee.”

[isawken]

how i got invited to a council meeting for the world's oldest professional clown organization: a reflection on the value of weird niche interests and shooting your shot

it is 2 PM EST. i work from home- i've taken my work laptop to set up in the bedroom along with my personal laptop. i shouldn't be away for more than 30 minutes. call it a late lunch. i've made sure my Zoom icon has been changed from the little gif of a monkey from the video game Ape Escape wiping his ass with a towel over and over again to the far more respectable default icon. i've put my full first name as the username in place of "snart". i am very, very nervous. 2:01 PM. i always wait exactly one minute before hopping into a meeting i'm nervous about. i hate being the first one in a call. the burden of initiating casual conversation is one i particularly hate.

i enter the zoom room key and passcode and enter the meeting.

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those who know me irl or follow me on twitter know that i'm like, really into clowns. i could (and probably will one day) write an entirely different thinkpiece on the reasons why this happened to me. i have not always been Clown Guy. i never hated them, but never loved them, until around 2018 when i started really getting into jesters. the interest in clowns was a lateral move at that point. this makes a lot more sense in my head than in real life, but whatever. you get the point.

i started doing clown make up, getting clown supplies, doing clown photoshoots for fun. a neat little creative outlet. then, as with all of my fleeting interests, i started consuming everything i could about the history of them. and my fleeting interest became a full blown fascination.

one of the more interesting things i learned about was clown eggs. short version: in the 1940s a dude named Stan Bult decided to make a clown organization. and as part of this clown organization he integrated a fun hobby- painting and adorning chicken eggs with the visages of famous clowns, and later, members of the organization itself. these eggs were a staple of the org until Stan's death in the 60s. The practice fell to the wayside for a couple decades, then was rebirthed in the 1980s, with a new group of chairclowns and a new artist. it is once again a staple of the organization, and one i am enamored with. the crazy part about it all is, Stan Bult was a chemist. not even a clown.

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i am on the phone with Dee Dee, the lead chair of the organization. on my application i mentioned extensive social media usage, and she emailed me a few days after approving my application one evening asking if i'd be interested in helping out the organization with their social media presence. i'd be a fucking dunce to say no. she tells me about the current person in charge of their various social medias. she likes her, she says, pausing to add a tone to the next part of her sentence. it's the kind of tone you use when you are expressing dissatisfaction to someone and you're confident they'll commiserate your feeling. "but, she's not even a clown."

i give a very diplomatic (noncommittal) "ah, yeah."

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it is a tuesday summer night and i am drunk, and i am filling out an application for a clown egg before i lose my nerve. i already have my signature make up. i'm actually really proud of it. red lips, blue nose, yellow eyes. red yellow and blue freckles. a red circle, blue square, and yellow triangle pattern above the eyebrows and under the eyes. red yellow and blue checkered button down with cowboy fringe on the chest. a tan stetson given to me by my grandfather. a gaudy clown face bolo tie. i did a pretty good job if i do say so myself.

i send the photos along with the application, 100% confident i will get rebuffed because i'm not a "real" clown. i do get rebuffed, but not in the way i expect. the person fielding applications, Dee Dee, instead gently asks me to submit a membership application first, then she'll be able to send in the order for the clown egg. she says my face design is very cute. i fill out the application and send it back in immediately.

a few days later and i'm sent an email saying my membership fee payment has been processed, and welcome to Clowns International! attached is a PDF of a hilariously simply-edited membership card. it's a sharp, bright red. it features my full name, my clown name, my signature, and my membership number. i'm clown number 22011. text in italics at the bottom of the card says "Members in Good Standing must show cards on request for all CI meetings."

i really hope i can go to one of those, i think to myself, giddy at this eyesore of a rectangle and what it means to me.

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i enter the zoom meeting.

"Oh, there she is!"

i am greeted by a short row of older men and women. i am guessing the youngest aside from me is probably in their 40s. the oldest looks like they could be 80. Dee Dee starts right in.

"So that's what you look like under your makeup! Everybody, this is who I was telling you about, Ken____. She's a bit of a new clown, and she's agreed to help us out with some of our social media."

Dee Dee references a "blog" that i run. i am immensely thankful that she never asked to see my twitter account, and no one else on the call asks either. they just take my expertise on faith. well, faith, and the spiel i give them about how consistent posting will result in increased engagement, and how best to go about engendering social media growth. i throw out plans for posts- history threads, cute memes or art spotlights, posts highlighting members' eggs. the older ones just nod along, but one in particular is very enthusiastic. he tells me he had a tiktok recently get a million views of him and a clown buddy chasing each other in tiny cop cars. i nod along.

the tiktok guy and the guy managing the facebook argue for 30 minutes about whether or not to focus more on social media presence or maintaining the current membership. they go in circles until finally moving on to the horse hospital event (still not sure what that's about) and annual Grimaldi funeral service (i'll make a different post about that one day). then the newsletter. then some other random updates i zone out on. it has been almost 2 hours. i have my work laptop on the bed next to me and am covertly answering emails while the clowns bicker.

turns out even british clowns are exactly as grumpy as regular british people. who knew.

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i am very good at making plans. i love nothing more than making a document detailing actions and ideas in a concise, clear manner. i make a social media treatment, detailing plans for potential posts and even fully written out history blurbs with pictures that can be adapted into threads or instagram posts. i send that out. Dee Dee asks me to follow up with the facebook guy and the twitter/insta girl. the facebook guy just straight up gives me access to twitter. the twitter/insta girl does not respond to any emails.

i've been posting on their twitter account for 6 months now. it's right here if you want to take a look at it. not to brag (lol jk this is definitely a brag), but i've just about doubled their followers in that time. the instagram girl still hasn't given me any log in info, despite my gentle offers to "help" with insta posts. i also notice it has not posted in about 2 years now. i am an interloper, a newcomer. she is the daughter of one of the chairclowns. i am sitting on this information for now. the last thing i want is to instigate a clown war with an old british person. i'd lose for sure.

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i'm not a "real" clown. i don't do parties, i don't work at a circus. i don't think i ever will (i'm only 28 though, who knows what the future holds). all i do is clown around on twitter for people's amusement. but over the last two years i have gained so much understanding and respect for the profession, and all i want to do is share that. i have another board meeting with them soon. i am very curious how this one is going to go. Dee Dee has mentioned a few times how she wants to meet me in person one day. this is all kind of a charade- i am waiting for the day when they realize i'm not an active working clown in the traditional sense, and they kick my civilian ass out. i really hope i get a clown egg before that. it's been about 9 months and no word though, so my hopes aren't exactly high. i go back and forth on whether or not i deserve one. and then i remember that the founder of the whole organization was never a clown. he just really liked them. and it's lasted about 80 years now.

this whole clown thing has been one of the most positive forces in my life over the last few years. i'm sure most of you know how fun it is, to dive headfirst into a new obsession. it's fun to share it with people- most are immediately at least interested if not just bemused when i bring up clown stuff. and it gave me the confidence to apply to a fucking clown organization and get a membership card and become one of their social media managers and holy shit how fucking insane is that??? even if this blows up, even if i get kicked out and never get my egg and it all burns to the ground, that is something i can keep in my heart forever. that is a story i can whip out at any party for the rest of my life, and get chuckles. i may not be a real clown, but i'm definitely addicted to getting chuckles like one.

anyways, the moral of the story here is to apply to whatever your version of a world renown clown organization is. get drunk on a tuesday night and shoot your shot. and even if it doesn't go great you can always make a fun story out of it. or a really, really long post on tumblr.