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ba1laur · 1 year
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hes so fine i wish catholic people were real
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emelyn-is-trying · 6 months
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Some (mostly) Disney studies for class :]
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disaster-fruit · 1 year
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"oi vem sempre aqui rs"
my part of the trade with @polisena-art 💛 Thank you for the trade dear~
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ch3shire-rabbit · 9 months
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The top one is a request from insta that was cute enough for me to digitalize, on the bottom it’s just. Juan n José
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Do NOT repost, edit, trace, or use my art in any way. Thanks.
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cronchywaters · 3 months
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ART DUMP!!!
here's a bunch of stuff from all throughout this year that i never got around to posting! not much else to say besides that tbh. enjoy
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unilateralis · 4 months
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SOMEone started reading best served cold…😐
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vladvodashitposts · 1 year
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@skeysesil submitted
nu am dosar cu șină și nici adeverință de la ghișeul 4, dar doresc ca toată lumea să vadă frumusețea asta de ilustrație, de Radu Oltean, din cartea "De la Vlad Țepeș la Dracula Vampirul" / "From Vlad the Impaler to Dracula the Vampire" - Neagu Djuvara
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Solidarity Forever by The Mountain Goats // Tres de Mayo by Francisco de Goya
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tzarwicken · 8 months
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River Person? Prince from the Dark? Kris using the Shadow Mantle? Who knows! (Repost from Twitter, originally posted Aug. 30, 2022)
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meimki · 9 months
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TRES LECHES COOKIE!!! Asked a good friend of mine what typa cookie i would be;; OC concept by her! Decided to draw her, I am now attached!
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luisleyyaoi · 2 years
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my beloved phone headed oc ive finally drawn you💞💞💞
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ch3shire-rabbit · 1 year
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You know that one scene from Inside Out. Yeah
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beansprean · 1 year
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My Familiar's Ghost AU Masterpost
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A wwdits season 5 au by beansprean!
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Early pages on Patreon!
Below are all the art posts in their relative order in the timeline (not necessarily in posting order). Those labeled in parts are considered "official" while others may be questionably canon lol.
Updated poster
A curse in the house + movie poster (part 1)
Guillermo rants to Nadja (part 2)
Guillermo confronts Nandor (part 3)
Being embarrassing by yourself in your room
A summoning is attempted (part 4)
Nandor uses his brain
Reunion (part 5)
Laszlo’s Lament (part 6)
Guillermo gets teased
My chemical ghost
On a mission (part 7)
Unfinished business and energy lore
Guillermo recalls his invisible antics
Hypnotized! at the gas station (part 8)
Cool Guy Stu (part 9)
Dickheads
What are U Storing? (part 10)
Meanwhile back at the house (part 11)
Opening the coffin (part 12)
Not a plothole
Meanwhile back at the...Nadja what? (part 13)
He threw off his groove
All according to keikaku (part 14)
Ghosted by a ghost
Switches too (part 15)
The confrontation part one (part 16)
The confrontation part two (part 17)
The aftermath (part 18)
Commercial break (part 18.5?)
We are not the same (part 19)
Huh. That's not what I expected. (part 20)
The Guide > the guide (part 21)
She fucking told you
The Guide’s first 3 way (part 22)
Recap
Lazzo (part 23)
Return of the baby part one (part 24)
Return of the baby part two (part 25)
#1 Dad
Bear hugs (part 26)
Me legit shipping Colin and Stu
Hey haven't seen you since you staked me (part 27)
Tell nandor how you feel or draw 24
It's all ducked up now (part 28)
On his wall a tally of unfulfilled orgasms (part 29)
[rain sounds] [thunder sounds] (part 30)
La verdad (part 31)
La verdad parte dos (part 32)
La verdad parte tres (part 33)
Rug pull (part 34)
Wet & pathetic (part 35)
Might as well be rattling chains (part 36)
Consequences (part 37)
Sentimental (part 38)
Back to the start (part 39)
Dust and Virgins (part 40)
What's cooler than being cool (part 41)
Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright?! (part 42)
Run. (part 43)
Did he rehearse this on the way over (part 44)
Mark me down as scared and- (part 45)
And now you're gay (part 46)
The Touch (part 47)
¡Olé! (part 48)
Do you really want to make me cry (part 49)
The ritual of legitimacy (part 50)
She's been very busy
Very, very busy
Red means stop!! (part 51)
Grabby hands (part 52)
Whack whack whack (part 53)
You didn't want ME anymore (part 54)
No no let him finish (part 55)
Thinking of him (part 56)
Here's where it gets weird (part 57)
Bonded (part 58)
Los goosebumps (part 59)
Green means go (part 60)
Trick or treat (part 61)
Hello corporeality, nice to see you again (part 62)
Bad memory (part 63)
He hasn't gone soft he's gone hard
Get u a man who can kick your ass blind (part 64)
You're yes then you're no (part 65)
Fancy lad in the regular room (part 66)
Baby's first drink, sorta (part 67)
Sneaky sneaking (part 68)
The ghosts of your familiar (part 69😏)
Shoulda stopped on red (part 70)
I'm not crying there's just a JERK in my eye (part 71)
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shinjisdone · 6 months
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Ticking Springs
(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)
Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ
capitolo uno
here is: capitolo due
capitolo tre
capitolo quattro
capitolo cinque
capitolo sei
capitolo sette
Capitolo otto
Capitolo nove
It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.
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@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites
TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time
TW here are: Geppetto being motivating and discouraging, anxious reader, mysoginy?, a boy is calling girls stupid
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The sun had shown her face seldomly on Krat this morning.
Gepetto laughed at his own thought as he stretched. Already clothed for the day with his usual white shirt, reddish-brown vest and striped pants, he went over his usual routine. His old legs carried him over from the bedroom, to the kitchen and straight to his office without hesitation – yet this morning he halted and leaned back at the sight he was seeing.
He observed silently before sucking in a breath. “I doubt you got a good night’s sleep, yet judging from your work on the butlers,” His head nodded as he eyed the two automated puppets standing as still and tall as candles with toothy, almost cartoon-y smiles. Their teeth, though exaggerated to radiate an ridicouless amount of politeness, shown so brightly it was an almost uplifting sight. The black suits that adorned their mechanical forms were mended and ironed and the paint redone before they were even put in their new clothes. Their eyes and brows, tailored after the customer’s request, almost looked real – warm and inviting even though all their purpose was to serve and obey to noble families at home.
Nobody would truly care whether or not their puppet butlers were physically pleasing to look at – that’s what Geppetto believed as he introduced them to the Workshop Union so many years ago though his marketer colleagues quickly proved how delighted so many families would become. From the wife to the children, to the busy family head that would return home and would greet the puppet first. He himself had grown fond of them and was glad that he let his creative side show when creating puppets personifying entertainment.
“…You were as busy as a bee, dear.” You couldn’t help but turn your head and smile at him, your eyes shining as bright as a star to him. “Thank you, Uncle.” You say, “But this doesn’t prove itself difficult anymore. I believe I’ve learned a lot.” Your eyes would flicker between the puppets and him. Geppetto nodded in return. “Seems like you have. You always had a talent for the art.” “It always impressed me, Uncle. I honestly never thought you’d ever take me in as your apprentice when I was younger.”
His smile broke for a moment before he replaced with pressed lips. He took a breath before looking at you again. “…I always hoped this craft would be staying in the family. Or at least, be carried by it with interest. Your father was never too keen on it as I was and am.”
You nodded along, knowing of his intentions. It was no secret to you either that your old man never showed interest, even in your younger days. Geppetto continued, sounding higher, “But you do, dear. And that is gift enough.” Leaning back, the man took a sip of his warm coffee. “Still, I wasn’t sure to take you in. You’re young and inexperienced compared to most people of Krat.”
“I can learn.” You intervened yet with another smile. “I have so far, haven’t I?” You turn back to gesture to the two butler puppets, their appearance almost as good as new – impeccable if Geppetto didn’t know that they were once broken. Malfunctioning one and two times too much until they tumbled down the stairs with all the trays of wine and juice tainting them and their system.
The older man nodded as he swallowed his drink. “I will not lie. Still, they’ll have to be looked at by me first before anyone else in the public can even see them.”
Your breath hitched slightly in your throat as Geppetto put away his coffee and started a puppet up. Taking a step back, your hands fiddled in a closed position. “I…” You began but felt your mouth too dry for any words and as the springs reacted and ticked, any chance at expressing yourself was out the window.
With a swung, the butler stood straight, its head crooked to the side. The arm bent to a sharp 90°degree, the fingers twitched as if longing to hold a wine glass. As flawless as its toothy smile was, it could barely open its jaw. “Good morning to you, Sir. How ma-may I s-se-serve – serve-“
It tried to repeat its sentence again but could only manage buzzing noise. You winced at the high pitch.
“…The coats and paint are no problem,” You gingerly stepped closer, “…but I…I am afraid I still need some time, and, and lessons on how to repair and set the voice box…and maybe repair the automation…” Your voice grew quieter. Geppetto stood up without a word.
“…You are getting there.” He dusted his vest off, “But do not dive with your head first in. It’s early, go fetch us some fresh bread.” Clumsily you agreed and quickly shut off the puppet. Carefully setting it aside, you could glance from the corner of your eye Uncle leaving the room with his cold coffee in hand.
The door was closed shut with one hand as the other arm tunneled into the sleeve of your old jacket. Skipping over the puddles from last night, you patted yourself down on the way to the bakery. While the road was a skip away, you still hurried over and found yourself glad to be early enough for no other customers to be in there.
The small bell rang as you opened and closed the glass door again and were quickly greeted by the cabinet displaying various loafs. It always surprised you how much variety a bakery as this one offers and had to keep yourself from buying the delicious-looking buns always as well. You had to spend your pocket money wisely here in Krat.
Your eyes scanned the assortment and unwittingly caught your reflection in the glass cabinet. Hair untidy and bags unfortunately showing under your eyes – it left you a bit annoyed yet ashamed that someone like you already managed to look like a mess in the morning – and even more unfortunate was it that the good baker had already spotted you.
“Morning to you, young lady!”
Turning to the voice, your thinly pressed lips turned upwards. “How may I serve you today?” The mechanical replica of a baker’s hat first feigned to fall – before it was quickly set up on round tin. The puppet had a set of extra rosy and round cheeks that suited his crinkled eyes and bright smile. It fit the picture-book image of a kind baker and you noted that this model seemed to have a wavy mustache alongside a yellow-striped apron.
You couldn’t hold back your giggle as you pointed at your order. With another gleeful and automated response, the tray under the loaves moved akin to an assembly line and the baker puppet took each bread and packed them full of vim and vigor.
The ribbon tied to the paper bag was impeccable as expected. And charming as well, to you at least.
Yet as your eyes fell to the register as you handed the money, another round of irregular footsteps entered the small room. Hurrying from around the corner came yet another figure, made out of flesh and bone as her green eyes darted over to you. She strode forward to the puppet and your shoulders fell. “Four sixty-five, was it not?” Adjusting her glasses, her gaze went up from the goods in your arms to the puppet and back to the register. She tucked a strand hair behind her ear. “So sorry for the interruption, this fella once miscalculated the price of the Ciabatta and, well…” Trailing off, she opened the register herself, took the money out the puppet’s palm forcefully before handing you back the change. “This all, right? The usual?”
Her low tone snapped you back from your trance. “Oh!” You let out and stuck the money back into your pocket, “Oh, yes. Yes, it is, I think. For breakfast.”
“You buy that often, don’t you? For the past month now or so?” Her low voice grew as she shifted her weight to the side, her blue apron swinging as she rested her hand to her hips. She watched you carefully as she waited for an answer.
The baker girl could see your eyes darting to the bread. “Oh, I suppose so. A month now, has it been that long?” You stuttered out and finished with a strained laugh. “Felt short to me.”
“You’re not from here.” Finally, she cracked a sneaky smile, “I can tell.” “Oh,” Again, you laugh as you eye the paper bag. “I am not…you got me.”
Quickly you gazed back to the still and smiling puppet. “The good baker here just served me most of the time…I never noticed any miscalculations or getting less change.” Lips quirking upwards briefly, you looked back to the girl. “I would have said something as well if I got too much change, of course.”
“No worries, I’m sure you’d do. Good ol’ Panetti just started getting math wrong…I have to confess there was a wee accident with flour and water a few days ago.” She gave him a few good pats on his shoulder, the metal resounding, “We’d have to send him to the Workshop Union soon or else I’ll come strolling down every time he deals with a customer.”
“Such things are easy to readjust.” You spoke up, “It’s just to rearrange the number system and have him test out a few math problems. As if he was a school boy.”
As she cocked a brow, you inhaled sharply and licked your lips.
With a quick nod, you stepped towards the exit. “Why, anyway, I must head back. Uncle is waiting for his favorite loaves and I’d best deliver while they are warm.” A fast excuse and you were half-way through the door, holding it open with one foot. Thankfully it was the puppet that approached and held the door open for you. The tiny bell resounded again.
A chuckle was heard shortly after and you turned back to see the girl waving at you. “We are looking forward to your patronage again, good puppet maker!”
Your heart jumped at the title. Yet you could not decipher if it was out of anxiety or excitement.
Yet before your lips could quirk up, a small force bumped into your side.
Looking down, you were met with furrowed, dark eyes glancing up to you before snapping to the voice behind. “Roberto!” A woman called out. “Roberto, I told you to take your sister with you!”
As the young boy’s eyes and yours followed to where she was pointing, both of you saw an even smaller, younger little girl struggling to keep up. The weight of the doll that was half her size kept her back but with the way she fiddled and played with its dark curls, you could deduce that she insisted on taking it with her.
“Roberto!”
“I know, Ma!”
The boy suddenly and vehemently shouted out, you couldn’t help but startle. Those dark eyes that seemed simply brooding when on you, were now actively in a glare at his mother and sister.
“I told you though, I don’t wanna! Girls are stupid!”
Instead of quirking up in a nervous smile, your mouth was pressed into a thin line and your glare mimicked the boy’s. He noticed and let out a much softer ‘Sorry, miss.’ before begrudgingly waving his younger sister to follow. Without another glance, you marched back to the workshop.
The latest event left a sour taste in your mouth.
You tried to hide it when entering the kitchen, Geppetto raising a brow as he prepared you two cups of coffee.
when you wanna post the yandere but have to establish setting and characters first
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cleverclovers · 7 months
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Let it be known that being on social security shouldn't be anything anyone WANTS to do. It's humiliating. It's subsistence money. It gives you access to things like medical and food stamps but those things barely scratch the surface of what you really need. No decent tooth coverage. No yearly eye exams, nope that shits every two years. You have to pray your doctor is decent because the doctors that take your insurance are few and far between. Food stamps? Barely covers food in these days of inflation. Doesn't allow for pet care, you have to beg for that. You can't get a decent job with a good boss because they'll take away your income, and your medical, and everything else until you're working a job that makes your health worse and covers even less than social security did.
It's a trap
I just. I want to be able to take care of my cats and do laundry. All I want right now is to be out of the hole and to be able to pay for cat litter and finally be done with the worlds worst chore. That's all I want right now. I don't want to order out. I don't want to go get myself a little snackie from the grocery store. Would it be nice? Yes. But it isn't my priority.
My mother is going to be here in a week or two for my surgery to remove a tumor from my ass. My literal rear end. The inside of my sitting space, where pain radiates regardless of how I move.
I just want things done before she gets here and has any reason to judge me. I hate this. I feel miserable asking. I need to get out from under these overdrafts and take care of my cats and my house. It is *bizarre* how far 100 dollars will solve a person's problems. I get paid on the 28th and I'm going to be unable to pay part of my bills because I'm in the hole. If I leave pay pal too long they'll close it, and I rely on it for pa tre on. I'm panicking. I don't know what to do to help myself. I need help. I just need 100. That's 10 sketches or less than one finished comm.
Rosesinclover is my tag on everything but pp, which is Theogandall and if you want art you can reach me by DM. Here's some art i've done
Just. Please help. Please.
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hippolotamus · 7 months
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Fuck it Inspiration Saturday
Tagged by @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @wikiangela @eowon @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @pirrusstuff @thewolvesof1998 @heartshapedvows @monsterrae1 for Fuck it Friday/Inspiration Saturday (tagging you back if you haven’t done one or the other!) Thank you loves 💞
No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @giddyupbuck @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @elvensorceress @buddierights @911onabc @loserdiaz @statueinthestone @chaosandwolves @spaceprincessem @jesuisici33 @forthewolves @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @the-likesofus @barbiediaz @eddiediaztho @your-catfish-friend @apothecarose @rmd-writes loml @lizzie-bennetdarcy @vanillahigh00 @cowboy-buddie @ladydorian05 if you wanna share what’s inspiring you today 💖
This is more Fuck it than Inspiration while I continue to work on you’re where I wanna go. This past February I saw this sculpture (Eternal Springtime by Rodin) and immediately thought of Buck.
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The rooms are seemingly endless, each one flowing seamlessly to the next, winding into new spaces and swallowing him whole with what they contain.
As much as Buck enjoys being around people, specifically his people, he loves this too. Being in a sacred space where the walls are lined with these treasures from the past. Testaments to the ever evolving story of humanity. What they found valuable, shameful, beautiful, abhorrent, worth protecting and preserving.
It feels like worship. Carefully treading on hallowed ground, soaking in the colors, lines, curves and textures. Letting them fill his mortal soul with something more elegant and holy than he could ever conceive of. Buck doesn’t even dare to speak, too fearful that his clumsy words of praise and awe would disturb the delicate atmosphere somehow.
Most rooms have displays in the middle — carvings or pottery — as well as the paintings hanging around them. The one he’s in now has a few smaller sculptures set on pedestals. When Buck completes his circuit of the impressionists, he drifts to the center, unprepared for what he sees. A quiet gasp escapes, taking the air in his lungs with it.
The bronze rendering depicts two lovers, a man and woman, intertwined, but not fully. He holds her, one arm supporting her back as she gracefully arches backwards, a hand in his hair as they kiss, trusting he won’t let go. His left leg crosses hers, settling between her wide stance, and his left arm extends behind him, reaching, as if he’s just dipped her body over and is trying to maintain some balance.
Buck stares, scarcely blinking or breathing. The full weight of the lovers’ intimacy and passion hits him, burrowing into his skin and nestling around his heart. What must it feel like to be loved like that?
He brings a hand up to cover his mouth, attempting to hold in the overwhelming wave of want that consumes him. The want to be loved and desired and held so preciously. Not just temporarily, for a fleeting moment in the shadows of night and anonymity, but for a lifetime. Someone that would look at him — all of him — with his scars and trauma, and deem him enough.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him back from the edge of his spiral. When he checks, it’s a text from Eddie. His mood immediately lightens and his heart softens while his lips curve into a fond smile.
Abuela brought a tres leches cake earlier. Chris says you better come over if you want any.
Buck’s grin grows wider. He can perfectly picture Chris saying that, too. Buck learned early on that both his Diaz boys showed no mercy when it came to Abuela’s tres leches.
At the art museum. Tell him I’ll be there for dinner.
The little dots immediately begin bouncing on the screen, and it goes on for so long Buck begins to wonder what else Eddie could possibly have to say. So it surprises him when only one simple, devastating emoji appears.
❤️
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