#zio paints

[ziogetsjiggywithit]

I’ve been cooking an au

it’s basically spooky month kinda

like

moloch is alex n shit

(TW UNDER CUT FOR A BUNCHA EYES N SHIT BLEHHHHH)

here’s his design I love he

[topina12]

I love making disney characters take themselves seriously

[frc-ambaradan]

Zio Paperone’s series of tribute covers by Andrea Freccero inspired by Carl Barks’ oil paintings continues…

Zio Paperone #57 (March 2023) - "The Old Money Magician" (1975)

Zio Paperone #58 (April 2023) - "Treasure Island" (1973)

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fresh Paint (Secondo x Fem!Wife!Reader) - FLUFF

WARNINGS: Google translated Italian, tooth rotting fluff

*La mia stella - my star *La nostra stella - our star

A/N: @ramblingoak @kissingghouls here it is, the sparkly face paint fic! I love you both!

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You leaned against the doorframe with a smile as you watched your husband hold your youngest daughter in his lap. The sounds of her giggles filled the room as Secondo ran a finger down her nose, leaving a black smudge in its wake. "There, now we can match la mia stella." He chuckles.

"I wanna help put on daddy's face paint!" She cheers, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Alright tesoro, go get the paint." He sets her gently on the floor and watches her skitter off, a softness that nobody outside your family had ever seen from Secondo. You walked up behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and placing a kiss to the top of his head. "She's growing up so fast, amore." He chuckles, hand coming up to gently intertwined his fingers with yours.

"You said that with our first three as well." You can't help but giggle as he leads you around his chair and pulls you into his lap.

"Let's try for a fifth." He grins, only half joking. Your youngest comes running back with black and white cream paint in tow, rushing up to Secondo with an excited glimmer in her eye. You place one last kiss to his temple before getting up, knowing your daughter would like to get started on her masterpiece as soon as possible. You watched a scowel of concentration form on her face, something she definitely picked up from Secondo, as she painstakingly tries to recreate her father's usual intricate makeup. Every so often Secondo would pause her work and go clean up any particularly messy lines before letting her continue. You left to go get ready yourself, you always looked forward to attending rituals with your husband. 

"Honey, Terzo should be here soon to pick up the kids." You were fidgeting with the clasp of your necklace as you walked back into the room. Your husband stood, turning to face you. Your daughter did an incredibly good job with a little assistance, but something seemed a bit off. You stepped closer to him, gently cradling his face in your hands to shift him around in the light. "Honey, you're… sparkly." You point out with a giggle.

"She accidentally grabbed some of your makeup, not mine." He states bluntly.

"Would you like me to try and help fix it?" You sigh with a smile, letting your hands fall to rest on his shoulders.

"Nonsense, la nostra stella did an amazing job, I think the glitter is a nice touch." He grins down at your daughter, ruffling her hair and earning a loud giggle from her. The knock at the door alerted you both to his brother's arrival. You opened the door, a swift kiss to your cheek, an elated greeting to his brother, and Terzo paused.

"Secondo, what the hell happened?" Terzo doubled over laughing at Secondo's sparkly state. Secondo rapidly approaches him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

"Watch your mouth," he picks up your daughter, resting her on his hip. "Mia bambina helped with my paint, if anything it's an improvement." He angrily eyes his brother, his gaze immediately softened as they landed on your daughter who was soon joined by your other three children, all excited to spend time with their zio Terzo. "Go play with the other's tesoro." He gives her a pat on her head as he sets her down. He offers you his arm, "let's get going, my love." As the door shuts behind you both you lean over to place a soft kiss against your husband's cheek.

"I like the glitter."

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Tag List: @jumpcauseimfroggy @mustluvecho @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe @gothdaddyissues @jennmakesitweird @copiousloverofcopia @rabidghoul @moss-the-moth @littlegirlsdontplaynice (hopefully I got everyone)

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Abigail Shrier

In the abstract, if “Huzzah for Dixie” is worth the full mobilization of university resources and law enforcement, then waving the flag of a terrorist group, or writing “burn you filthy zio” to a student chat, or telling Jewish students to “go back to Poland” where millions of Jews were murdered in gas chambers, or pulling down the American flag over a statue of John Harvard and replacing it with the Palestinian flag, or painting “Ziosgetfuckt” on UPenn’s statue of Ben Franklin, or calling Jews “Hitler’s children”—all insults hurled at Jews on campus—are at least as menacing. 

But in practice, the two types of incidents—rather, the two targets of the incidents—are treated entirely differently. Punishment is meted out swiftly and mercilessly, and with no consideration for free speech principles, any time Confederate flag flyers are posted, any time students hold culturally insensitive themed frat parties, any time colleges uncover student use of the N-word while in high school (or even a word in Mandarin that sounds like the N-word), or even when students or faculty make the familiar conservative argument that affirmative action sets black students up to fail. Rinse and repeat and repeat.

Speech on college campuses has been stultifyingly narrow—and very far from free—for decades. That pro-Hamas students cheer freely for “intifada” doesn’t make it any freer now. The fact that certain students are allowed to call for the death of their Jewish classmates does not herald a new era of free expression. It only underscores that some bigotries enjoy the official sanction of these schools, and are accepted, tolerated, and rewarded with special dispensations and, indeed, goodies.

Use of the N-word on campus or misgendering a classmate will no doubt be met with as swift punitive consequences as they have been for decades, as have a vast and more minute array of “microaggressions.” I invite anyone who doubts this to parade through any of our elite campuses with insulting cartoon depictions of the Prophet Muhammad. 

After weeks of violent, destructive protest, which left campuses trashed and buildings damaged and graffitied, administrators have at last begun to enforce their own rules and call in the police. Perhaps they felt they had no choice: commencement ceremonies loom and lawsuits, recently filed by Jewish students, are on the way. 

[dearcauti0n]

What do you see here

I see a human being wearing a distorted hippo suit.

If you're wondering WHY this is Animal Jam (ajpw) Related, it's because this painting is in the Crafting Lab in the Temple of Zios! It's somewhere in a corner next to the chime clock with a dragon in it!

I dunno I find this a scary piece of art, especially when I got a few answers saying what else it looks like to others. If there is any clue about this piece looking like this tell us!

[wormthing]

Taking commissions for some Animal Jam items:

I've been playing Animal Jam Classic lately, and drawing in their Art Studio, and I cobbled together a wish list of random items I want. I'll draw a piece of art for you for some of those items; it doesn't specifically have to be for an in-game Masterpiece item. Check below the Read More for the list of items I'm looking for.

(And of course my commissions for $ USD are always open still!)

Please trade me at least one item off the list below in exchange for a piece of art.

Please message me about your proposed commission and what items you'd like to trade! Let me know if you want this drawn as a Masterpiece item, or if you just want a regular image file in exchange, probably done in MS Paint in a similar style above.

Give me a few days to get the drawing done!

If you want me to draw your avatar, I am not going to draw culturally insensitive items. I'll let you know if I have an issue with your proposition.

I can take payment when the art done/approved and we can trade, but I can also do half-payment up front.

If you want a Masterpiece item:

A Masterpiece Token included in the trade is appreciated, but not required.

Give the art time to be approved. If it isn't, I'll see if we can work something out.

Please keep complexity down, especially in regards to colour schemes.

Click below for my wish list! I'll cross things off as I get them (or add to it if I see stuff I really want).

Check out the Animal Jam Wiki (link) to look up these items (or other related pages). (I also said what event they were from if applicable.)

Den items:

Painter's Palette ("Let creativity fly" collection) [Got it!]

Fancy Pottery Wheel (same) [Got it!]

Cosmo plushie (2023 scavenger hunt) [Got it!]

Peck plushie (same) [Got it!]

Rare Wavy Bookshelf (2013 rare item monday) [Got it!]

Rare Giant Panda Plushie (promotional) [Got it!]

Rare Giant Tiger plushie (Lunar new year prize)

Art Camp Bead Station (2021 Art Camp collection) [Got it!]

Mira Tapestry (2017 Mira v Zios event)

Mira Banner (2017 MvZ event, not to be confused with the Beta mira banner)

Glowing Spiked Phantom (2019 box prize)

Clothing:

Phantom Beanie (2017 Fall box prize)

Slime Green skullies (2022 trick-or-treat event)

Cursed Hypno glasses (2021 spooky sale)

(I'll also take the Rare Hypno Glasses with the similar colour scheme instead!) [Got these ::-)]

Classic Werewolf mask (2022 spooky sale)

Classic Creature mask (same) [I got a bunch of spooky masks from someone!!! ::-D]

Huntress hat (this is the only members item here)

Low priority:

Any other* promotional plushies (for non-members)! I love them ::-) [*Note: I now have: Rare giant panda, Rare giant raccoon, Rare monkey]

Any Slime Green clothes (for non-members)

Non-member Halloween masks from 2022 (Classic Vampire Mask, Wicked Witch Mask)

A green spiked collar for non-members [Got it!]

My Den has other art I've done, some of which is from 2024 but some is from 2017! My username is 113457.

[oxygenpdf]

21 for the ask game

Ask game: F1 edition

21: “favourite f1 related quote”

I love this question tbh, I do love Daniel’s “Fuck ‘em all” quote as it is my chosen Year Book quote for my final year [which would be in June].

However, going with more older ones; Ayrton Senna - “If you no longer go for a gap that exists, you’re no longer a racing driver.” — Definitely a quote that’s stuck, and my Zio [eng: uncle] showed me that quote when I was younger. He has the quote painted on his wall at his house. It’s sort of just a quote that’s stuck in all its rights

Thanks for the ask!

[mogai-sunflowers]

shoutout to the one group of zios who screamed “kill all queers” At me at a protest. cuz the Venn diagram of zios who are queerphobic, and zios who pinkwash to paint the Zionist entity as queer-friendly, is a motherfucking circle. the same zios that routinely harass queer anti-zionists are the same ones that say the Zionist entity is morally good because they “support queer people” (i mean gay marriage is illegal there but they’re mainly white settlers so it’s okay for them i guess /sarcastic). pathetic losers.

[captaingrebelguf]

Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

...

Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log. 

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek. 

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite. 

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table. 

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions. 

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter. 

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him. 

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again. 

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach.  He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body. 

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding. 

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition. 

Translations: 

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

[ziogetsjiggywithit]

I’LL MAKE YOU SAY HOW PROUD YOU ARE OF ME!

(he’s kinda staring at you in this so fldnskd just in case)

based on this:

[topina12]

Just wanted to share a cute sketch

[frc-ambaradan]

In the wake of Uncle Scrooge's 75th birthday, italian Disney magazine Zio Paperone is dedicating him a series of covers by Andrea Freccero inspired by Barks' oil paintings!

Zio Paperone #53 (November 2022) - "Money Lake" (1972)

Zio Paperone #55 (January 2023) - "Among his souvenirs" (1986)

Zio Paperone #56 (February 2023) - "First National Bank of Cibola" (1987)

[zionanelequaso]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN

simple bg (ex: abstract, just some colors, splatters of paint): 22R$

actual background (ex: alley, bedroom, space): 36R$

colored outlines: 22R$

no bg is free

non colored outline is free

currently only looking for digital requests

please pay before I draw keep in mind I’m a minor and still have school, so I might take a bit longer.

if the piece takes over 2 hours, that’s an extra 15R$

extra characters are full price

I have every right to say no to your commission. I don’t care if you offer more money, no means no.

any fandom is fine, as long as it’s not a weird one

check the tag “zios art” for examples

[chaiaurchaandni]

is religious extremism only bad if brown muslims do it?

zios/israelis regularly use their religion and religious teachings to justify their genocide of palestinians, since the very beginning of the zionist project, even before nakba 1948. they quote their holy book and evoke stories from their faith while murdering palestinian children. israeli rabbis tell israeli terrorists that they are allowed to rape palestinian women and children. they spray paint the star of david on the walls of destroyed palestinian homes. they burn the star of david into the skin of innocent palestinians.

they commit terrorism in the name of their god. and yet, zios are never called religious extremists. is this term only reserved for brown muslims and never for european pigs?

[artsy-hobbitses]

Headcanon that Sideswipe and Strongarm’s girls are total daddy’s girls and when they found out he rarely got gifts or much love from his parents, the girl made it their mission to spoil their daddy with so much love and handmade gifts or such; drawings and paintings they made, they found a pretty and shiny rock in the backyard they want him to have, or a pretty seashell they found at the beach. Always telling him that he is the best daddy and that they love him so much, they never outgrew it either even as adults they are still shameless in letting their family know how much they love them. It melts his heart.

Oh definitely. I imagine there was actually a bit of a quarrel, because these girls are curious, and the Lambros parents are unfortunately VERY alive, are still toxic towards their sons and feel quite entitled to money + grandchildren, so there was definitely a point of time in the girls' early lives that those two stalked/met them away from their parents and introduced themselves as the girls' grandparents and tried to get the girls out of school to come with them (Selestine, the more astute twin, refused to go with them/held on to the more trusting Solaris when they tried to press the matter).

Until Sideswipe chased them off after an argument erupted between them, and there was a very awkward trip back home where Solaris asks why they weren't allowed to see their grandparents/why Papa was mean to them, they seemed nice?

Trying to explain that They Really Aren't without going into specifics runs into a wall when she sullenly shoots back something like "We wouldn't know, we've never met them, you've never let us meet them, why can we see Zio Tullio but not grandparents?" and while Sides and Strongarm/Stella are calling their school to make sure that only they + Sunny + Strongarm's mother are allowed to take these kids from school, Sunny sits with them/tries to explain why their grandparents are Bad News.

He doesn't go into the the nitty-gritty of it (Times where Sides was beaten for stuff Sunny only got a scolding for, times where Sides went to bed hungry because there's only food enough for three tonight, he won't die if he waits till the pay comes in tomorrow won't he? And how Sunny would sneak stuff up for him until Sunny got sick of it and was like, either you make that food stretch out for four, or he's going upstairs too), but the girls do get a sense that their Papa was not loved by them, still isn't loved by them, and doesn't want to risk the chance that they would make his girls feel the same way he did around them.

The girls never ask him about it ever since, and always let him know he's loved.