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Lucy pen doodle
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I just love her second outfit.
Happy B-day @zoestanleyarts
#art#fan art#digital drawing#gullible gulls#genieve#gullible gulls genieve#pink and gold#zoe stanley#lollipop#birthday art#hmvw2015#hannah van weelden#artists on tumblr#female artists on tumblr#more to come#cute#adobe animate#pink and black#pink gold and black#2024 art
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Doodle of Genieve from @zoestanleyarts that I’m postin since it’s her birthday today! She’s been a huge artistic influence on me since forever!
#fan art#my art#ataraxystar#traditional art#doodle#finished piece#guy the gull#genevieve gullible gulls
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Do you think you could write about Kyojuro and a reader that has separation anxiety?🤔🤔🤭
Demon Slayer
Character(s): Kyojuro Rengoku
Genre: Fluff + Comfort
Type: Headcanon
Description: Who knew a lunch trip and an impending departure would end with more than a few feelings spilt?
Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Reader is Part of The Corp, Pre-Relationship(We've got Pinning :D, Can Also be Read Completely Platonically)
I sure can!
Thanks for requesting btw, I appreciate it <33
The morning sun encroached upon the harsh shadows, filtering through the rustling leaves as if dancing across his figure was it's only purpose. Hugging the apples of his cheeks and glittering in his amber eyes. His voice, though boisterous, was gentle upon your ears, breathy but not overbearingly so. He sung praises and inquired what you'd both eat upon reaching town. Something he did perhaps too often when he was with you
"It all sounds good, Kyo." A hushed laugh fell from your lips, a smile tugging at your cheeks. "Perhaps we should visit them all, then! Having good food before we part is a must and having more wouldn't hurt." With how he marched on, he couldn't see the way your face froze mid beam
Clammy hands clenched and tugged at your layered pants, releasing only once your anxious heart settled enough to seem okay, "You shouldn't spend so much, you know." His hair moved with the shake of his head, falling over his shoulders and tickling his neck, "If it's for lunch with you, then how much I spend means nothing!" You nudged his arm when he looked back at you in earnest, your face warm, "Be responsible!"
Empty paths soon met bustling streets and your personal spaces met invasion. Shoulders were bumped and distance was inevitable. He would stop each time and stand as an impenetrable wall until you reached him again, however
Sunlight was blocked by buildings both short and tall, alleys were painted gray by blocked shadows and towering walls. Yet it was warm, smiles passed and laughs exchanged. Some couples, some families. Everyone seemed to feel at home. The subtle aching in your soul felt far, but pinched with every scare.
"Ah, there it is!" His calloused hand found yours, grip firm but gentle, "C'mon, (Y/n)!" He tugged you forward, guiding you like the breezing wind. You stumbled once he pushed from the crowd, sides knocking with another's. Relief of pressure settled on your bones, shaking them with each calming breath. He was still smiling, beaming just like the blazing sun. Everything about him was bright and it drew you in just as it had the day you met him. It made you feel like a gullible moth, doomed to die at the wailing flames arms
Someone sat you both down quickly, a nervous energy shaking them similar to you. The building smelled rich and spices tickled your nose with every breath. "What are you going to have? I'm thinking of ramen or miso." Of course you are, you wanted to say, but you remained quiet instead. "(Y/n)?" You breathed deeply, "Ramen." He laughed, "Can never go wrong with that!"
You wondered how he could do that, smile when death and heartache looms at every corner. Usually he put you at ease, but today all he seemed to do was squeeze your heart in his hands. How many more times am I going to see you beam? Is today the last day I have with you? You could only hope his eyes didn't recognize your boiling anguish. Nothing ever went your way though, did it?
With your orders placed, he continued chatting idly despite the one sidedness. His voice was quieter than normal, as if he was more focused on gauging your engagement. "Hey, (Y/n)?" You lifted your head with a hum, eyes curious from his call out. "What do you call a cat without whiskers?" A huff jumped from your chest, exhaled as a light wheeze, "I don't know, Kyo. What is it call?" A grin stretched across his face, "A whiskful cat!" It was ridiculous, the joke. It shouldn't have made you laugh the way it did yet you hadn't the gull to be mad at that. The silly punful joke shook your very core and stole every bit of air from your lungs
The aching pain you felt was replaced with the rattling of your ribcage and tensing of your tired muscles. "That's..." You took a moment to breathe, leaning against your hand, "That's so stupid, I love it." His smile brightened with yours, "I've got more!" Shifting, you shake your head, "You're going to send me into an early grave, Kyo."
Once your stomachs were full with warm food, you both left and made way to the outskirts of town. The sun layed upon the horizon and the sky became a gentle pink...and your heart sunk lower and lower. All until it pressed uncomfortably against your twisting gut
He moved forward with his head held so high, as if there were no doubts within his mind. A part of you envied that despite it being far from the truth. But perhaps you envied in his strength rather than his stature. "(Y/n)?" He called you, stopping with a turn. "Yeah?" You found the cloth of your pants within your hands once again. "Are you alright?" Your breath caught in your throat. "You've been a little out of it today and...well, everytime we have to go you seem to be." Steeling yourself, you managed to speak beneath your breath, "I...I hate leaving- you leaving.."
"It gets..hard to function when I realize we won't be near each other...I can't breathe right knowing that-" Warmth rests on your shoulder, like a blanket placed over you by a loved on a chilly night, and only moments later...it finds your body. Enveloping your heart and mind, drowning doubts and bubbling fears, soothing any weeping from your anxious soul. The weight pressed to your chest alleviates some of the pain, little by little until it's just the shaking of your figure
Your lungs ached as if you ran miles to reach his arms. "We'll always come back to each other..." He squeezed, "I promise." Carefully, he leaned back from you, "No matter the rivers or mountains, I'll come back to you." And as the stars began to rise, he smiled as gently as they twinkled.
#♡ - Rosie writes!#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#writing#x reader#fluff#headcanons#drabble#scenarios#hcs#rengoku kyojuro#demon slayer rengoku#kny headcanons#kny rengoku#hurt and comfort#hurt/comfort#hurt/comfort but without the hurt#1k words
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Fool Me Once
This story came about after a conversation in Discord about the use of backing signals on railways, and how there could potentially be a set of them on Gordon's Hill.
Fool Me Once
One day Gordon rolled into the junction, and saw Percy excitedly puffing about the yard.
“I’m going to help out at Edward's station next week!” said Percy.
Gordon wasn’t particularly interested, but trying to be helpful he replied “best be mindful of the Backing Signal Little Percy”.
On the hill, just beyond Edwards station, trains often need a back engine to help push from behind. At the station at the top of the hill is a special signal, known as a Backing Signal, which tells the back engines it’s safe to reverse back down the hill. Gordon figured Percy wouldn’t be all too familiar with this signal and was trying to help him. But Percy just laughed.
“HAH, I’m not falling for that again!”
Percy had once been tricked by Gordon about backing signals before.
“Sorry Gordon, but I’m not as gull-bubble as you think!”
“The word is gullible and I’m not trying to trick you this time, I’m being serious.”
“Uh-huh, sure you are Gordon. Run along now, your signal’s just turned green.”
At that moment, the Guard blew his whistle, and Gordon steamed away.
“This isn’t gonna end well” he thought.
The next week, Percy was busy working at Edwards station, confidently shunting about the yard.
“Silly old Gordon” he puffed to himself, “Thinks he can fool me with the same trick twice! I’ll show him! I’ll show him!”
At that moment, Gordon rushed through with the express.
“POOP POOP” he whistled “Mind the Backing Signal!”
“Pooh” sniffed Percy, “I know Backing Signals aren’t real. I’m an experienced engine now, and I’ve yet to see a single one!” and he whistled to the signalman to let him cross the mainline to the other side of the yard.
Later that day, Henry steamed in with a heavy goods train, and whistled for a back engine. Normally Edward would handle this, but he was at the other end of his branchline, so Percy rolled out from the sidings and took up position behind Henry’s Train.
“PEEP PIP-PIP PEEP” whistled Henry, “Are you ready?!”
“PEEP PEEP” replied Percy, “Yes I am”
And with much slipping and snorting, the two engines started off and began to charge at the hill.
Percy was only a little engine, and wasn’t as strong as the others, but he pushed as hard as he could as the weight of the heavy train pressed against his front buffers.
“Come On! Come On!” Puffed Henry.
“Pull Harder! Pull Harder!” Puffed Percy.
The two engines puffed and pulled, and pushed and puffed, until at last they reached the top of the hill. Percy began to slow down as Henry and his train picked up speed.
“PEEP PEEP” whistled Henry, “Thank you!”
Percy was too tired to reply. Instead he just reversed back towards the hill, then came to a stop and began waiting for permission to go back down to Edward’s station. just behind him was the backing signal, but Percy didn’t realize this. He began looking forward to a nice long drink at the water tower.
Percy’s driver looked back.
“Right away” he called, “The Backing Signal shows all clear.”
Percy wasn’t tired anymore… he was cross!
“Not you too!” he thought.
The driver tried to get him to move, but Percy’s brakes were hard on.
“Come on Percy” said the driver, “Stop messing about.”
“Only when you and everyone else stop trying to trick me” snapped Percy.
“What are you talking about?” asked the driver, trying to force the brakes off.
“You know full well what I’m talking about!” replied Percy, “I’m not moving from this spot until a real signal tells me to!”
The signalman had set the Backing Signal to clear, and then became distracted with sorting out a mess at the station. James’ down train was stuck at the platform with jammed brakes on one of the coaches. To get around the blocked line, the signalman set the points to send the next down train through on the wrong road. He didn’t see that Percy hadn’t cleared the line by setting off down the hill yet.
Percy hardly noticed the commotion coming from the station. He just sat on the mainline, stubbornly refusing to move. His driver tried all sorts of tricks, but they did no good.
“Come on Percy, this isn’t funny!”
“You know what else isn’t funny? Doing the same joke twice! Does everyone really think I’m that silly that I’ll fall for the same trick a second time? I have experience now, and I know that Backing Signals aren’t re-”
At that moment, they heard a familiar whistle.
“-eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllOOOOOOHHHHHHH NO!” Shrieked Percy, for rushing straight towards him… Was Gordon with the Express!
“OH, NOT THIS AGAIN!” called Gordon, “GET OUT OF MY WAY!”
Percy quickly released his brakes and began trying to reverse as fast as he could… which, unfortunately, wasn’t all that fast to start. Gordon drew closer and closer, sparks flying from his wheels as he tried to stop! Percy shut his eyes!
“You know” said Gordon, “I’m getting a serious feeling of Déjà Vu right about now”.
Percy had been able to get out of Gordon’s way in time… but not before his crew had jumped clear, leaving him to run away out of control down the hill and several miles along the mainline, before finally being sent into a siding where he stopped with his bunker buried in a big bank of earth. Gordon had arrived on the scene soon after to help.
“Just shut up” huffed Percy.
That evening, Percy, Gordon, and all the other engines returned to the sheds to find a strange thing, which their drivers called a projector, had been set up inside.
“What’s all this for?” asked Thomas.
“That will be explained in a moment!” said a voice.
Sir Topham Hatt walked into the sheds.
“As you are all no doubt aware, there was a… incident on the mainline earlier today. Fortunately no one was hurt, and I believe we’ve learned an important lesson from this.”
“Is the lesson that Percy shouldn’t be allowed on the mainline?” said James.
“I think the lesson is not to trick your co-workers by lying about the rules!” snapped Percy.
“Ehem-ehem” coughed Sir Topham Hatt, and Percy swore he saw him try to stifle a laugh!
“No” said Sir Topham Hatt, composing himself, “It's that even though we all by now have plenty of experience in our work, there is still a lot we may not know.”
He cracked a small smile before continuing…
“So, without further ado, I have created a presentation which I believe should help to clear up some confusion which a few of us may have.”
He turned on the projector, and a collective groan emerged from the sheds!
The End
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thug who has GULL IBLE on his knuckles and says ‘hey . theres gullible written on my fists’ before punching the fuck out of you
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"gullible" means "easily fooled" in modern language even though "to be gulled" no longer means "to be fooled"
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I've been busy , and will be busy for this month and like half of next month but might be able to post more after that because there will be little to nothing to do for the good majority of June - August.
Series I'm currently on : TOS
Episodes watched: 01x23- 01x24
Episode names:
A Taste of Armageddon
This Side of Paradise
Thoughts:
A Taste of Armageddon
How the heck does an admiral not know the star fleet codes and regulations but then has the gull to go " I command you , you have to do as I say "
The writers of star trek :
" they are to be treated kindly , you can't kill them "
Kirk's about to be slutty again
Wow I'm surprised their calling bull shit so quickly
I'm sorry these guys are playing battle ship d&d and then disintegrate anyone that lives where the other planet hits . That's so fucked up yet so funny.
Oof they hit the ship in their d&d campaign and are now going to kill everyone in the ship
How do they even know that the people on the other planet are even killing people like they are. Like they could just be saying that they are but they aren't how do they know.
"You've got something on your shoulder" proceeds to Vulcan nerve pinch soldier into unconsciousness
The admiral is a dick , wow who would have guessed
He's also very gullible
He's stuck with the most stubborn people aboard the ship and keeps stomping his foot and telling them to do as he says or else. They just keep looking at each other like " hey get a load of this guy huh "
" I could kill all of you right now if I really wanted to" immediately gets beat within an inch of his life
Lmao the admiral beamed down only for them to go " hey bud time to die "
He's finally listening to someone
Another quarter in the people not understanding that star fleet officers sign up knowing that they will most likely die and are completely fine with being killed
Casually starts a war between two planets
" we're human beings " stares at Spock
So like what did the yeoman do while they were gone , did she have to fight the lady to keep her from trying disintegrate herself.
" you almost make me believe in miracles , mr. Spock "
Why does Kirk always make that face after he says something that could be considered as extremely gay to Spock, like he only makes that face when he's talking to Spock . You guys know the face
This Side of paradise
" wow this is so sad all of those people spending so long in space to make the trip here only to die"
The guys that live there standing behind them quietly wait to make a dramatic entrance " not quite , good sir ".
" are we sure that they're actually alive " what an ominous thing to say , your probably correct
All the boys about to fall in love with a woman they'll never see again , again
A mysterious woman from Spock's past
As predicted these people are ominous
Shoves hands in the dirt and scoops some out to shove in front of your face and talk to you about the dirt like a door to door sales man
Nah fr I bet these guys are zombies with the medical anomalies that bones is bringing up
Why do women that they find on other planets always talk like their from a Shakespeare play
Spock just had a flower explode in his face and now he's in pain
Brain washing , exploding " flowers"
It's strange how star trek is the start point to alot of tropes found it media and fan fictions becuase I've seen a post around somewhere that explained that this episode is the first use of sex pollen or brain washing plants in media. That's how I know that the flower is a spray painted artichoke .
Bones constantly tells Spock he needs to not be so uptight but then will freak out the second that Spock is laid back
What even is the Captain's reaction to finding Spock , like that's vaguely jealous vaguely concerned
Spock is the only person to ever be arrested for smiling
Oof , everyone's been brainwashed
That's also the most southern bones has ever sounded
" you realize that's mutiny if you all leave the ship right ?" " Yup 😁"
Everyone just looks high as a fucking kite
Jimboy
The spores from the flowers are hive mind parasites
Aw Jim's all sad and lonely by himself
They don't have enough food on the planet to sustain everyone there , they said so earlier
Jim's now under mind control as well
He breaks mind control with anger
He's about to insult Spock out of mind control
The woman has had a crush on Spock for years and got brought out of the mind control from being rejected by Spock again
"You never told me if you have a second name Mr. Spock" " you couldn't pronounce it" lmao same bro same
Everyone is fighting and McCoy is about to throw hands with the leader of the colony becuase he said he can't be a doctor anymore
Bones :
Has McCoy been wearing eye shadow this whole time ?
#I'll try to watch more than 2 episodes next time#star trek#star trek tos#star trek the original series#spock#jim kirk#montgomery scott#nyota uhura#hikaru sulu#lenard mccoy
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He’s coming! He’s coming! And who came? The Christ Child, the Savior? Or was it the heavenly Gasman with the gas meter under his arm, ticking away? And he said: I am the Savior of this world, without me you can’t cook. And he was open to reason, he offered special rates, turned on the freshly polished gas cocks and let the Holy Spirit pour forth, so that the dove could be cooked. And gave out walnuts and almonds in the shell, which were promptly cracked, and they too poured forth Spirit and gas, so that the gullible were easily gulled, saw all the gasmen in the increasingly thick and bluish air outside the department stores as Santa Clauses and Christ Children in all sizes and prices. And so they believed in the only true and saving Gas Company, which symbolized fate with its rising and falling gas meters, and staged an Advent season at standard prices, one many in fact believed would bring them the Christmas they expected, but only those for whom the store of walnuts and almonds was insufficient survived the holidays— though all had believed there was plenty for everyone.
— Gunter Grass, The Tin Drum
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Days 105 to 107 8-10 September
Day 105 7 September
We were at sea during the morning and that was always an opportunity to undertake a Cloud Survey and often a Bird Survey too. And there were always lectures and workshops on a variety of topics. The lectures were generally about the history and geography/geology of the area, as well as quite a bit about the wildlife. Our Inuit guides also gave us a lot of information about their culture and how they lived and survived in such a harsh environment. The workshops were quite varied with citizen science and photography featuring regularly, but we also had painting and writing workshops, the latter of which I really enjoyed. There was certainly no reason for people to get bored.
After lunch, we arrived at de la Guiche Point – about which I have virtually no knowledge. I stayed on board when the more intrepid trekkers went off to locate a historical marker. One of the guides (one of the best, most knowledgeable ones) got some great footage of some tiny lemmings while he was keeping watch for polar bears, and the evening recap focused quite a bit on these cute little creatures.
Day 106 8 September
This was quite a notable day. Two of the most famous Arctic and Antarctic exploration ships were the Terror and the Erebus and they had been completely lost for about a hundred years until they were discovered hundreds of kilometres from where they were last reported and where the many searches were focused. (They weren’t actually discovered by the Brits. Rather the Inuits led the Brits to them because they had known their location for years but the Brits wouldn’t believe them.) We arrived at Terror and Erebus Bay around breakfast time and were soon out in the zodiacs exploring the wildlife near the site of the sunken Terror. A large no-go area has been cordoned off to avoid any possible damage to the Terror (the Erebus is about a hundred nautical miles even further south from the search areas) but we cruised the nearby area and saw quite a few birds (including a few unusual ones) and marine mammals, as well as quite a few plant species dusted with brightly-coloured flowers, all surrounded by more spectacular scenery.
There were seven zodiacs and at one point, we all tied up together and drank a toast to the long-lost crews of the ships. There was also a song about the ships and although I did not know it, most of our party joined in with a few rowdy choruses after our chief historian read a poem and a couple of passages from the record of the voyages. It was all a little emotional: thinking of the scores of lives that had been lost in the many fruitless attempts to explore the area and find a passage through the Arctic across the top of Canada. Perhaps even worse were the hundreds of lives lost searching for inept naval officers who were obviously already dead.
Skirting the no-go area, we returned to the ship for lunch and spent the afternoon in lectures and doing more citizen science projects before a panel discussion about ‘What went wrong’ to cause so many men to die for such a pointless lost cause. My take on it is that arrogance, stupidity and gullibility are the roots of the saga. Franklin had very little going for him after repeated crass failures (not sure he ever made a sound, informed decision in his life), but he had a loyal, strong and very influential wife who was able to gull the Admiralty into funding fraught mission after disastrous schemozzle with no possible positive outcome.
Day 107 9 September
We were at sea during the morning and attended a couple of pretty ordinary lectures but after lunch, we landed at Cambridge Bay: easily the biggest ‘little’ town in the Canadian Arctic.
Once we landed, we were split into a couple of groups and allocated to guides who showed us around the town. I really enjoyed it with quite a lot of new birds for me – but it nearly killed me. Heather was lucky, or just made a wise choice, and decided not to join a group but just to hang around and explore close to the landing place (a real port and pier and one of the very few dry landings we had), but I headed off with one group to visit the local museum at the Canadian High Arctic Research Station.
I reckon the museum was about two kilometres up the road with a few hills and valleys along the way, but it was very interesting, skirting the shoreline and seeing numerous birds, including flights of three different species of swans and cranes that I hadn’t seen before. There were also a couple of other waterbirds and several small passerines that I found fascinating. But it was a long walk and my hips were starting to bother me quite a bit as we trudged up the hill. The museum was at the top of the hill and we all went in to listen to a museum guide tell us a lot about the area. We also collected some great maps – two-sided circular maps about a metre in diameter showing all sorts of interesting information about the top of the Earth. A couple of other biggish tours of non-English speaking people came in and it got quite crowded, so after a very quick look at a few of the exhibits, I decided to leave them to it and go off on my own, abandoning the rest of the walking tour in favour of strolling back to the landing point to catch up with Heather. And there she was – just arriving in the museum parking area in one of the guides’ cars, being chauffeured around while the rest of we plebs had to walk. We chatted for a while with the guides but there was no room in the car for me, so I left them to it and walked back to the port area.
I saw a few more interesting birds so I can’t complain, but even with my hiking stick, my hips were causing quite serious pain and I had to stop frequently and sit on every available rock along the road. By the time I eventually reached a place to rest outside a shop near the entrance to the port, I was just wanting to lay down and sleep. Alas, it was not to be. Quite a few other tourists, from our expedition and others, slowly congregated around me, some pretty rowdy and seemingly intoxicated, so I skulked around a corner in an attempt to avoid them. Unfortunately, that meant that I was in the full blast of a frigid wind – but fortunately, Heather turned up refreshed from her drive around town and we headed back to the port and off to the cosy ship and some strong analgesics to accompany a hot shower and a drink or three at the bar before recap and dinner.
I had enjoyed a few hours of interesting birding – really fascinating with several new birds to me – but the downside was that I struggled for a few days recovering from the long hilly walk. Four months later, I am still suffering hip problems and I think that particular day was something of a turning point in the progressive damage to my aging body.
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#gullible gulls#genevieve#guy the gull#squeenie#lucy veracruz#traditional art#markers#doodle#lucy#cartoon#art
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“How you doin’“
This chick is me irl (minus the illiterate part of her personality).
Character by @zoestanleyarts
#fanart#colored markers#gullible gulls#traditional art#traditional drawing#zoe stanley#zoestanleyarts#seagull#harpy character#sharpie pens#art#genevieve#genevieve gullible gulls#hmvw2015#hannah van weelden#female artists on tumblr#artists on tumblr#in my style#trying to act cool#yep#more to come#anime sparkle#bishie
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Gullible
by AngeeGoosey
huoh-huoh-huoh, huoh-hhonk-hhhhhuohk. Huok-huok-huhok huok huok, huok-ok-oh-huok hhh onk.
Words: 344, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Stede Bonnet, Jim Jimenez, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Oluwande Boodhari, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Roach (Our Flag Means Death)
Relationships: Karl the Seagull/Olivia the Seagull (Our Flag Means Death)
Additional Tags: buey-friend and gull-friend, flocks and feathers, buey-friends in flock?, lots of seagull noises, Chaos, chaos and love?, ...and a tragic end, Past Lives
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642462
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A lil' bee day doodle for @zoestanleyarts, featuring their character Squeenie. Happy birthmas!!
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It’s time for me again to remind everyone how much I love @zoestanleyarts ‘ characters and art and this time I drew Genevieve twice and accidentally kind of creepy? But yeah!! Zoe Stanley inspires the absolute heck out of me.
#zoestanleyarts#gullible gulls#Genevieve#Sailor#bow#eyes#blue#green#my art#traditional art#drawings#ink#thebeautifulegg#cute#cute girls#monster girls#monsters#seagull
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Just sittin’ by the Monterey Bay watchin’ the tide roll away…
Thanks to @melisagata on instagram for the swell 📷
#monterey bay aquarium#just hanging out with our gull friends#these puns are fly#this photo is very gullible
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