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lunarblossomyuehua · 6 months
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' You called for the wrong person. '
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any 5 that youd like for the fan kid asks! -@hearts-and-stars
ahh!! thank you for sending these! they're great prompts.
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📄 - What's their name? If you and your f/o picked it, how did you pick it? Or if they picked their name, how did they pick it?
Alright, so, Jotaro and Eileen could not agree on what to name Jouta. Eileen was on a star-themed kick: Nova, Sirius, Rigel, Astrophel...on and on. Jotaro nearly caved on Astrophel, not gonna lie. Eileen knew, of course, before Jolyne that all Joestars have the star-shaped birthmark but-- like wow. She did not want to pass up the opportunity! Jotaro, on the other hand is stuck on Seitaro (the taro was. A. Coincidence), he would like a calm child...please.
Then Joseph suggests Shīzā. The context behind the name, the filtered stories Joseph told Jotaro as a kid, what Jotaro learned from his Grandma Suzie. It feels like Joseph is gifting Jotaro and Eileen something precious. That's their second baby's name.
But when Eileen holds her son for the first time? Oh, he's a Jouta. Jotaro looks at her like she's crazy. Shīzā becomes a middle name.
🙂 - What was their first word? How old where they when they said it? How surprised were you and their other parent(s) if they have any?
Jouta's first word was a very perky "bye!" Jotaro was leaning down to give his son a goodnight kiss when Jouta squished his little hands on his dad's face.
"Bye!" he chirped.
Jotaro was so confused? Does Jouta not want any goodnight kisses? Jouta giggles and then grabs Jotaro's ears. Ah, he was playing!
Then Eileen comes into Jouta's room for a goodnight kiss and gets the same treatment!
How rude!! He's about a year and three months old when he pulls this.
🚼 - When did they start crawling? Likewise, where did they start walking? Were you prepared for it or did it catch you off guard?
Jouta starts crawling at 8 months. Jolyne is a very good big sister, because she sets a fantastic example.
"Do this!"
Jouta squints at his older sister crawling around.
"Is easy! Go!"
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Jouta learns to walk in an airport. Eileen was not prepared for this. One minute, she's letting Jouta down so he can play with the tags on the suitcase. Next thing he's half-way to the gift shop! Up until this point he'd been using Eileen's leg as an anchor, so it's a surprise to see Jouta just -- going!!
🤝 - Do they have any friends, real or imaginary? Do they make friends easily or are they shy?
🥄 - What was the first solid food that they tried? How did they like it? What's their favorite? What's their least favorite?
Mashed carrots - big nope! He didn't even close his mouth, Jouta just let the goop drip down his chin. The first try was a bust. They try cheerios and he's much happier. Pieces of cherry were his favourite.
Well, see, Jouta does have a friend. He looks a lot like his Daddy's friend, but Jouta-sized. He's green. His mom and dad can see his friend, but nobody else seems to. Not even Jolyne...
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bloominglegumes · 7 days
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i love normal guys doomed by the narrative
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missholoska · 5 months
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like father like daughter ❄️
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averlym · 7 months
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litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)
#at some point i wanted to make an illustration for each character but in retrospect maybe each is multiple song-coded..#drew the sketch for a quincy thing after a chat with a mutual reminded me this song existed dfsghjkl and then spent weeks rendering this#quincy cynthius martin#adamandi#i'm finally done with this! the saints especially were joys to paint and the halo a menace.... this has been the most ambitious one so far.#but it also took quite long because i only worked on it <engages with quincy> when mentally okay to deal with the themes. i'm not religious#but i do identify with the irrational(?ish) guilt + family legacy + academic achievement + disregard for self. also more complex thoughts#about love [but depsite quincent being a large part of quincy's character this piece deals with mostly the Rest of it. so another time..]#anyways! in the original sketch- the saints had heads bent towards quincy so the halo spikes pointed at him. but this worked better! halos#of the saints implying/creating one for quincy was a concept from the start though. in the show they don't touch him directly here but#differences in mediums i think- i don't have time in an image to craft a narrative so everything has to be happening. also artistic liberty#misc inspiration for this includes stained glass windows. i might have maybe misinterpreted the saint costume but i think i logic-ed it out#as the cloth part following a nun's habit w the hood. and then halo above. the material is also more transparent originally but i had. um.#too much fun painting fabric folds.. if you look closely you can see the basis of faces though behind the cloth; but only the vague shapes#because smth obscurity + inhumanness// cassian is the only one i gave a mouth though. that stems from melliot's post about the saints and#st cassian as spokesperson (<- did research teehee!) that's also how i found out which costume = which saint. speaking of which.#left to right: 'st lucy take my hand' // 'st lawrence give me strength' (presses quincy forward; but hand on shoulder connotates guidance)#/'st cassian help me smile' (quincy's mouth is btwn a grimace and a smile; tilts up at side. also no direct touch bc added insidiousness.)#//'st jude [...] i hope your causes burn' (jude's hand is in two places to show movement- nearing the flame and then snatching back; burnt)#other notes: at the midst of the flame the core is shaped like a human heart /the saints and their wax are all melting like the candle for#fun visual effect and also this way they are even less tangible <real>. perks of painting as a medium i guess. // also insp from icarus?#wax and burning imagery; looking at the halo and rays as parallel to sun that burns. too close to the sun; melting; hurting; hurtling //#candles at bottom are a nod to the frankly gorgeous set// also the entire composition kind of stems from the lyric <what use is a candle if#both ends aren't burning>; the two sides between the concepts of catholic guilt and academic perfection that spur quincy#the halo above (saints and guilt; litanyofthemartyrs) and the 'halo' below (academic papers; insp from choreo for perfect at school)#the papers were originally supposed to be more glowy. but i like the idea of it now being a reflection of how quincy's priorities shift#also of note is that <candle> in centre = quincy; w burning candle + aforementioned heart in flame -> most human; idea of love + passion#last thoughts: kneeling + hands close tgt = prayer //wax dripping onto the red As make an effect that looks like blood. because i like#hiding that within the adamandi pieces :OO continuity!! // i've run out of tags but yeah! had fun with this one! every so often i go a#little insane in making art and the final result astounds even me. ngl i'm quite proud of this one. pretty colours <3333
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fxreflyes · 5 months
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thank you so much for the tags @lynxindisguise and @kaaaaaaarf!!! ❤️❤️ this spooky girl maker was so fun <333
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no pressure tagging: @polaroidcats, @themuseoftheviolets, @dieonysian, @longscreamechoing, @cosmmicdancer @not-roman-and-not-a-god and anyone else who would like to do this 💕
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hegodamask · 10 months
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"I think they both understand that they need each other, and they need something from each other. And that they may be stronger together, in terms of they share an objective, which is Andor. And yet, this is the Star Wars universe where... nothing is easy. And everything is fractious, there's friction in every single relationship, and there's already an imbalance of power." - Kyle Soller (YahooNews)
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le-trash-prince · 1 month
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Actresses for Change2561’s Original Projects Lineup 2024
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moeblob · 1 month
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Windy at my house + power flickering = no comm work = quick laptop doodle
#my characters#i genuinely hoped the wind would die down but like ??? nah?#and the last time we lost power without an actual storm it WAS bc of wind#and so i just get so panicked over please dont fry my tablet with a power surge#if it calms down by tonight i really wanna work on art since i spent almost all day yesterday struggling with a pose and i finally#think i thought of something that could work and then (gestures to the wind) fuck me#also in regards to these two you have seen me drawing deacon a lot recently and i only drew armya once so far#she is a devoted follower to fulj which is really rare since fulj no longer has a large following nor a temple#so when fulj finds her its comforting and reassuring and she adores armya a lot#however the fact that fulj relentlessly teases deacon and calls him names is like..... ok wait would you really be mean to me if it wasnt#for her ? like would you still pick on me? :c and shes like lol yeah dude absolutely#deacon is just constantly dunked on by the lightning group and hes so sad because he wanted to be friends :c#but also the guy wouldnt really recognize the followers if it wasnt for the traces of lady fulj#so if they would wander into the city without having been possessed recently he probably wouldnt even cast a glance their way#nothing personal he just straight up doesnt decipher looks fast at all#he could think they look familiar but then not know why ESPECIALLY if they wear something he's not used to them in#like if armya showed up in something other than her loose white jacket he would not be able to go AH YES ARMYA immediately#he identifies people by hair or clothing details so it kinda messes him up if people remove whatever identifying trait they have#long hair getting a hair cut? suddenly a whole new person#and armya knows this very well since he never looked her way unless fulj was possessing her or trailing her#so she does like to tease him as just. we are both in servitude to a deity and same rank but like. bro youre too easy to mock#(fulj agrees)
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jessieren · 15 days
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As previously noted we are running very low on new HNW content… so, I offer instead this photo which I like to consider as Evans undressing us with his eyes…
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Yeah ok I’m clutching at straws here..
But that photo 🥵💀💀💀💀
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She mcyt on my aro till i week . Uhm . PURPLE DUO HANAHAKI for the prompt trope subversion!!!!! @mcyt-aro-week
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The alternate version: Tiefling wizard Sizhui
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falderaletcetera · 9 days
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heck yes
(still aiming for perfection on my latest save, but i usually consider myself satisfied when i've got the spare resources to get the rainbow room set up. and it's nice to be able to fit all the minerals into a single chest now.)
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halfapersob · 1 year
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DR PEPPER PEARL
<the Dr pepper master post here>
- blood version under the cut and the sketch-
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I love pearl. Its not Weird to make art of your own fanfiction right?
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elizabethwydevilles · 2 years
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"Another great van story was when George and Paul were both planning to drive the van; George got into the driving seat and Paul had the keys, and there was no way one was going to help the other. We couldn't go anywhere. We sat there for two hours." - Ringo Starr
"Going through Wales we got a ride on a truck. The trucks didn't have passenger seats in those days so I sat on the engine cover. Paul was sitting on the battery. He had jeans with zippers in the back pockets and after a while, he leapt up screaming. His zipper had connected the positive and negative on the battery, got red hot, and burned a big red zipper mark across his arse. When we eventually got to Butlins, we couldn't get in. It was like a German prisoner-of-war camp - Stalag 17 or something. They had barbed-wire fences to keep the holiday-makers in. So we had to break in." - George Harrison
"[...] we had to go and see the film, just for the title song. I could just about scrape through the sixteen barrier. Even though I was baby-faced, I was just about able to bluff it in the grown-up world; but George couldn't. He had all the attitude, but he was really young-looking. I remember going out into his back garden and getting a bit of soil and putting it on his lip as a moustache. It was ridiculous, but I thought, 'He looks the part - we'll get in.' And we did." - Paul McCartney
"I’ve been meeting Paul again, you know, Paul McCartney. We drifted off away from each other, suing, suing, sue you blues stuff. I’ve just met Paul and I just know that whatever we’ve been through, there’s always been something there to tie us together. - George Harrison
"The thing is, I knew George longer than any of the other guys in The Beatles. Doesn't mean I knew him any better, mind, but I knew him longer. He was the kid in the school uniform with the big quiff who got on the bus stop after mine. And sometimes he'd sit down next to me and we'd start talking rock 'n' roll. We shared our records, we learnt chords together, we even tried to make a guitar together. We did the whole teenage bonding thing, trying to pull birds, hitchhiking to Harlech, all the formative stuff. I can't quite believe it's over." - Paul McCartney
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pandora15 · 1 year
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Angstpril 2023 Day 1 Prompt: Liar
tw: character having trouble breathing, open ending
Obi-Wan knew, from the moment that he agreed to take on this mission, that it would be difficult.
Faking his death, having to pretend to be someone he wasn't for the sake of his own survival, having to interact with the likes of Cad Bane and Count Dooku himself without getting his cover blown…
Well, he knew from the beginning that it would not be easy.
But none of that was as difficult as it was to return.
The transformation from Rako Hardeen back to his own body was uncomfortable — painful, leaving him shaky and somewhat feverish. The vocal emulator wreaked damage to his vocal chords, and Master Che had confirmed that there was likely some infection in his throat that she'd like to monitor over the coming days.
Which obviously meant that he was stuck in the Halls for now. It wasn't ideal, but considering the fact that he couldn't keep down most foods because of his throat and his entire body ached any time he tried to move at all, he supposed it made sense.
Obi-Wan didn't exactly like it, but even that wasn't the worst part.
Anakin wouldn't speak to him. On the ship when they were returning from Naboo, he'd maintained his distance, and once Obi-Wan had gotten his commlink back, he'd sent Anakin messages frequently, only to receive nothing.
Obi-Wan knew that the deception had upset Anakin. He understood why — more than most, he understood.
But he had hoped that Anakin would also understand why he did it.
"You lied to us," Anakin had said, when Obi-Wan had approached him on the ship. "What else have you lied to me about? Do you even care about any of us?"
Obi-Wan had no response to that — how could he, when he knew that Anakin was right? He did lie to them, after all.
And now he was here, alone, because he did what he knew to be right. Anakin wouldn't speak to him, Ahsoka wouldn't speak to him, Cody wouldn't speak to him, the Council wouldn't speak to him.
He'd succeeded on his mission, and yet —
He'd failed them all.
Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan placed his commlink back on the table next to the bed. He winced as his throat spasmed at the rush of air, and then he coughed, bending forward slightly to gasp for air.
That seemed to trigger a chain reaction of sorts. The more he gasped for air, the more it irritated his throat, causing him to gasp even more. And the air wasn't even traveling down his throat properly, which meant that —
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't breathe.
The room seemed to tilt on its axis around him as he shuddered and gasped and placed his forehead on his knees. There was a ringing noise, muffled by the blood rushing in his ears, followed by the sound of footsteps. Voices surrounded him, but he couldn't make them out, not until —
"Obi-Wan?" A hand on his shoulder, pushing him back until he was lying back again, head arching backward in a desperate reach for air. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, couldn't —
"Okay, okay, just hold on." The voice was gentle, soothing. "Your throat has swollen up too much. You're not getting enough air."
There were hands holding him down, the hiss of a hypospray, followed by the feeling of everything getting floaty and blurry, until…
His eyes snapped shut, and the memory of his lies that constantly plagued him faded away.
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