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"Play any of those games I got ya?"
"Nope. I have just been drawing this extremely hairy man."
"That is a swarthy individual."
Frens, I forgot the word 'swarthy'. It took me a good few seconds to realize what my husband meant. I'm pretty sure he was going off of the definition from Bob's Burgers of "dark and hairy".
But he said it in a positive way so I will take it.
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got curious how many people make their own icons, and how much is fanart versus original.
AUs & redesigns count as fanart!
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Okay so I have no idea what I'm doing and had to look up male pinups (which I recommend doing, those are adorable) but here is a cleaner sketch...warning; so much hair.
Hehe, I have no idea if I'll finish this, but sketchy pinup under the cut (he's covering his bits, it's safe)
#sketch#i looked up refs for the hair and#and wow#body hair is neat#hairy men you are beautiful#i dunno if i made this one beautiful but he is doing his best
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Hehe, I have no idea if I'll finish this, but sketchy pinup under the cut (he's covering his bits, it's safe)
#stupid man thinks he's sexy#how anatomy#also looking for pose refs for this was an adventure#sketch#delete later
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Took animated Batman and snuggles, but the child is asleep.
It is time to draw some mens.
#these must be the most confusing posts out of context#not writing#i am going to attempt a pinup-y thing of ludovico on a bed surrounded by flowers#wish me luck i will need it
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Of course once I work out what I'm going to do with my alone time and start doing it I get the phone call. The 'I don't feel well and I want to come home' call.
No sketching vampires in lurid poses for me tonight...
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I...think I'm both.
Do I just jitter in place, perhaps practice flailing with purpose that I might one day fulfill my lifelong dream of being an inflatable tube man?
Writers who prefer to write in easy to read, non-flowery language RISE UP
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"You know how I know this is your art?"
"How?"
"It looks like your other frog."
"Oh no it looks like Pheebs, did I turn Pheebs into a necromancer?"
"Not like her so much, but maybe a sister. You made her a sister."
"So it looks like a girl? It was supposed to be a boy, you know, for you."
"It looks like neither, or both? I don't know."
"Well frogs can change that, so I guess that's fine."
"They can what."
We got into some fun conversation about animals spontaneously deciding to be another sex than they were born as and how wouldn't it be nice if humans were on that list. Because it is so much trouble and expensive and everyone's so uptight about it and maybe they wouldn't be if we could just...change...because we wanted to.
He has a few trans friends at school who haven't had the best time of it, so this is not a new or strange topic for him. It actually upset him and worked him up a little because he's angry on their behalf.
Fun topic to hop into on account of a frog picture though.
#he's already informed his friends that if they need an adult to come yell at the school for them i am here#i will yell at teachers#i will yell at the principal#i will yell at their parents if i need to#my son everyone#not writing
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I will send the pleasant vibes!
And also ask that you...tell me how that goes. I may need to do that myself. >.>
Pray for me, writeblr, I'm migrating from KDP to IngramSpark.
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It is 6pm. My son has been at his friend's house for about 6 hours.
I just now noticed we forgot his sleeping bag.
How did it take me six hours to notice a bright yellow thing that doesn't belong in the living room?
#if he doesn't text me back i'm not driving it over there#he can figure it out#i'm sure it'll be fine#but i didn't notice#how didn't i notice#rambles#not writing
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Okay the rest are getting queued up. I am not at all sorry for the spam that I planned and warned all of you of.
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Incorrect Quotes Tag
Brought to you by: @tryingtimi (here)
I is taggin' @rowanmgrey-author and @illarian-rambling
Rules: use this link to generate some incorrect quotes for your characters!
These are always a delight, so let's see how weird we get!
(spoilers; they're none of them incorrect)
Ludovico: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Lucient: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Ludovico: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Lucient: Is it working?
Ludovico: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!
Lucient: We’re getting married, bitches!
Ludovico: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.
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OC in Three
Brought to you by: @somethingclevermahogony (here)
Rules: include three pictures that represent an OC - cite your sources and include image IDs to make your post accessible :)
I am leaving this one open and tagging no one, because why not.
Okay, we're not using a people for this. We are using Le Lune Royale herself. She is the ship. Let's see what we find.
#writeblr#tag games#open tag#oc in three#before deluca#the rooms are all way too extravagant but it's close enough#she's a big tough pretty lady
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Find the Word
Brought to you by: @kaylinalexanderbooks and @writingrosesonneptune (here and here)
I am tagging @pb-dot and @starbuds-and-rosedust and leaving it OPEN
Your words are THE SAME as mine -- because it might be fun, and I have so many here; gentle, cold, rough, bright, loud, lead, light, and letter
->let's not pretend here, I will get carried away, it needs a cut<-
gentle
Trying, I could think of nothing to say, losing words—thoughts in general—to the impossible softness of his lips on my neck. Even as his hands left my shoulders, adding to the gentle weight of him on my stomach—lower, he shifted lower—and began undressing me I did not speak.
Nor did he, not until those chill hands were touching my bare chest, snaking through its thick hair, did he say another word, “What a warm thing you are,” he all but moaned to my skin, laying his cheek flat against me.
cold
Laughter bubbled deep in the witch’s throat as he slid two of his eyes toward Lucient, “Fitting end for all things. Of course you desire control of her crew,” Lucient nodded and the witch swooned, “Mm, that I can do, but what of this decadent creature you brought with you? It is so warm, you things are never warm. Cold as the sea, cold as death the lot of you, boring,” leaning closer, too close, I was inflicted with his tongue. Blue-black and dripping, it took Lucient’s firm hand and every bit of my will not to scream as the witch licked where he had touched before cooing, “I accept this payment.”
rough this one is a wee filthy
He knew, ever in my mind, he knew...and he wanted it. Cooing through those gentle moans, “Am I to suffer under your lust, treasure?”
I answered by bending over him again, raking rough fingers through his hair and yanking his head back, “Only if you beg.”
Those glittering eyes were hidden behind fluttering lids as gasping breath threatened his voice, but he did, “Please...punish me.”
bright
Even that awful groaning couldn’t keep my eyes from the green-blue wash the world around me shimmered in. We were far from the dock, and searching the horizon I could find no land at all. Open ocean all around me. Blending so perfectly with the bright blue sky, near cloudless as it was, and I had to hold the railing with how dizzying the sight. Yet my legs kept firm on the wood.
I blamed the vampire of me for the lack of nausea—and was probably correct to do so—but I expected to wobble a bit still. But I didn’t. I was as comfortable on those planks, feeling and adjusting for the sway of the sea beneath me, as I was on solid ground.
loud
I pulled away, hitching my voice, hand to my chest, “You think I’m teasing, me?”
He slapped where my hand sat and yanked me back into our embrace, laughing as he said, “I could live in your mind and never know.”
“And you do your best to, don’t you?” I did tease then, though I hadn’t previously.
Catching it, clear as it was, he sighed into my shirt and spoke just loud enough to be heard above the lapping sea, “Is it too soon to feel it...to say it?”
lead
With his sonata yet fresh in memory, I pulled him into my arms and began to hum—although I must admit I've never been too great at carrying a tune.
And it showed on his face, and in his voice, as he failed to hide the grimace, “You know I love you, treasure...”
“That bad?” I asked, backing us out of the cabin in an almost-waltz.
“Not if you were trying to attract seagulls,” He teased, dropping a hand to my waist and attempting to lead us into smoother steps.
light
Elegant were his steps into all that wavering white—the frightened shouts louder—and I bent to a crouch behind him, keeping to the alcove. Those in the cabins were rushing out, but they froze at the sight of Lucient and I forgot for a moment, a breath at most, that he were beneath that sail. That it were not some terrible specter...as he began to sing.
No lyrics to that song, only a mournful wailing, but it rang a dirge and with all the fog and the cover of the sail...they could see nothing but his eyes. They did not glow, by any means, but always his eyes had a shine to them—as I would learn my own did. One seen in certain animals, an eerie shine amplified then by all the scattered light of the fog.
letter
“Yes, I was regaling them with the wonders of the sea,” he said when I reached them, ignoring the confused look I tried to give him as I knelt beside my mother. “Of course, life on it is unpredictable, voyages long, and they may have to live without hearing from you for some time...”
“But we can send letters,” My mother assured me, patting my hand and smiling all too wide, “we will write you every day, won’t we, Mati?” My father’s smile seemed to keep his voice locked away, but he nodded as my mother added, “Every day, polpetto.”
Her pet name flushed my worry in bright reds as Lucient hid a laugh with his sleeve, taking me away from her smile as I tried to prevent more discomfort, “Mamma, please.”
“What, polpetto? Are you embarrassed of me, of my love?” She was fine, smiling too broad perhaps, but otherwise still my mother.
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Last Line Tag
Brought to you by; @sunset-a-story @writingrosesonneptune and @rachaellawrites (here here and here)
I am tagging @angie-j-kay @kaylinalexanderbooks and @addicted2coke-theothercoke
We're counting this as three lines, you may fight me about it.
She smiled, easing, all of her visibly smoothing and sang back, “The cuttings are in desperate need of practice tending to fleshy things. So each of your men were partnered with those they found agreeable and taken to nests such as this. Save one, who beds alone. All are safe.”
“I do not care for the manner in which you speak that word,” Lucient’s anger spilled ragged and his grip on my hand tightened enough to numb, “speak plain.”
“No need, little predator, for you may see for yourself,” the tree said too sweetly, tilting her head, studying his rage, “we are in a copse of nests. Your men are, what was it you said,” she looked to me, smiling, “a hop, skip and a scream away?”
#writeblr#writing#before deluca#tag games#last line tag#not taglisting tag games#because you don't want that trust me#there's so many
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