#deer femme forever and always

[hazbinhappy]

NOW I’ll get back to matchups and requests :D anyways here is her redesign and some more facts ugh she’s so mother

I wasn’t lying when I said she was a sweetie and nice, but she’s still in Hell and is (unfortunately) Val’s daughter so she does have the tendency to try and manipulate things her way

Not that she’s a manipulator but she will take an opportunity if she sees one

Pretty privilege to max she will use it if she needs something (she feels guilty on the inside, but only whines and complains to Velvette or the models about it); often seems like she’s fishing but she doesn’t like how easy it is sometimes

As much as she is a photographer, she will be a model occasionally! Not often, but she will stand in if needed

She ended up being a big snacker when she was alive because she was a caffeine addict so she never truly felt hungry (that did translate into death and it got so much worse. This girl has not had a drop of water in DECADES so girl is dehydrated and rarely eats)

She actually like Alastor. She finds him “an interesting creature” and wants to know more about him than just the true crime case she’s heard about (Vox hates that she is acquaintances with him but he’s just a jealous bitch cause only one out of the 4 of the them got to keep contact with that weird deer)

Okay a rewrite though is that her soul isn’t owned, BUT that doesn’t mean she didn’t make a deal. Her and Velvette made an agreement that they’re both binded too.

She does have a couple souls under her belt but they’re just workers for her

Her sweetness really fucks with people because they think she’s using them (she’s not, but she won’t be upset if she can get something)

Val and her twin in being a bit ditzy 😅 she’s not dumb, certainly has more brain cells than Val, but she is occasionally a bit slow

She doesn’t utilize all 4 of her hands like Angel or Val and that’s because she completely forgets that she has them (as if it’s not extra weight there) but when she remembers she uses them to just hold her phone or purse

I think I mentioned she had shit sight and it’s still true, she refuses to wear glasses (she wants to differentiate herself from her father as much as she can so she’ll take the poor vision as a photographer plus’s she goes based off of light and movement 80% of the time the other 20% is her actually moving the model or set pieces)

Okay I just learned but apparently Rosy Maple moth are the smallest of the silk moths and it’s very fitting for this because I made her like half of Val’s height due to the fact that in life and death he’ll always be/feel superior to her no matter what (when they genuinely fight it’s like a whole fight so it’s a bit funny to see someone so short fight with someone so tall)

like he infantilizes her, he’ll always see her as his princess (i humanize him a bit too much but those are the scariest villain y’know. The ones who have a family and put on a front for other and be monsters behind the scenes)

Anyways he never laid a single hand on her, but she wasn’t immune to him being sassy or saying demeaning and degrading things when he was mad (he was mentally abusive with her but not on purpose)

I could go on forever about her relationships with the V’s

Velvette and her are actually really cute behind doors; femme x femme

They feed into each others obsessions like no other so their areas of the tower are messsyyyyy

Vox and her are a bit weird because she doesn’t really need to see him and he’s close with Val

But she loves fucking with him though it’s fun to when she’s feels mischievous and bitchy

If she ever has a good relationship with Val again she’d be messing with me 24/7 like no tomorrow

She refuses to do overly sexually photos for Val and his workers, she lets the people she own do that. She will, as she did in life, stay as far away as she can

#hazbin hotel oc #my art #hh art #I love the characters btw I just like making fun of them #god she’s so cunty #I love her #please asks about her #I am writing now while watching bones #sunnie

[greekbros]

"greek-Bros: Apollo vs Artimes"

Apollo: gentle boi, soft spicy boi, light, graceful, domesticated (affectionate), rational, ultimate gay soft boi, "please no swearing in my minecraft server", light academia, organizes everything, would die for you, "everyone is a queen", *to baby Hermes at one point after finding out he stole his cattle* "I REALLY DON'T CARE THAT YOURE A BABY, I'll STILL SNAP YOUR NECK LIKE A TWIG", no scopes FukBois just to save his sister, has no idea why Halios is still around but fully appreciates him meanwhile Halios plots his assassination, serenades for you, twunk, "live, laugh, fuck", tea person, indoor baby, art major, too polite to bother.

Artimes: Feral af, will come at you like wild motherfucker, "gurls strong together", *proceeds to turn men into deer*, wild bitch squad always and forever on point, aserts dominance through miscellaneous means, "fools, have no sexual desire, only acorns and rage", "than parish", shows affection by giving you fresh kills, no scopes a motherfucker, cottagecore but for goths, " "not all men", you're absolutely right the Ceryneian hind would never do that", knows where Carmen SanDiego is but dares not to tell anyone, Brah gurl, would no scope anyone for a single corn chip except her Brother b/c that requires infinite cornships, also a twunk but femme, "you're only alive because I allow you to live", outdoor baby, drinks vinegar as power move, BOOT CAMP, lives off the grid like a champ.

#greek-Bros #greek bros #greek gods #greek myth memes #greek mythology #artimes #Apollo #hellenistic

[onelichtwolich]

GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

can be used for RP  &&  non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen

1. FIRST NAME: Alex

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: sometimes i can walk in dreams, sometimes i can’t, sometimes it changes halfway in the dream. i guess that’s not that strange but idk.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: cute/pretty smiles are good yes, lipstick, long pretty hair. i have v femme taste. that said, i’m not overly physical, so this is a question that gives me a bit of pause.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: pizza!! im known for this in my family. it’s my birthday meal every year.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: mashed potatoes and gravy. yes, there is a backstory to this and no, i can’t stomach gravy in literally any context. ugh.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: trying to discard the “guilt,” as cringe isn’t real, but i’m apparently a sucker for dating sims.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN:  usually just a t-shirt and underroos. rn, it’s my creepy deer “Welcome to Night Vale” t-shirt.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: no. not rn.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE  ,  WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: mmm, i dunno. most of the traumatic stuff about my life i couldn’t control or change, so there’s kinda no point. plus it might change the present too much.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: natch. <3 v much so. come from a v affectionate house.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: moana. <3 always brings me comfort and peace.

12. FAVORITE BOOK: “good omens: the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nuttter, witch” by terry pratchett & neil gaiman. i collect different copies and editions of it and it’s held me together since i was 15.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: i’m good w my baby Deemsy. she’s the best kitty in the entire world. i have no need for any exotic pets. <3

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS  ( IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG ,  YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL):  blupjeans, taakitz, davenchurch altho literally just Let Merle Have Every Boyfriend, ducknerva, i rly like rainer/fitzroy but idk if there’s a ship name.

15. PIE OR CAKE: pie is superior in every way baybee. never 2 riched out by a pie.

16. FAVORITE SCENT:  bubblegum w a hint of cinnamon. one of our candles growing up smelled like this and i think abt it constantly.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: regina spektor got me 2 realize i was into girls and still represents a lot of my Taste even 14 yrs later.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: it’s always Disney World. i just love it so much even tho i get overwhelmed LMAO,,, either that or a TAZ show... i’ve also always wanted to go to the San Diego Comic Con.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: introvert but a lot of ppl say i have an extroverted side or i just need to be around the right people. 

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: that would be a yes; i have an anxiety disorder, chief.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: iphone, baybee.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: ya. mostly Pokemon and the Sims. excited 2 play Animal Crossing a lot too tho and i have played over 100 hrs of Undertale, of course.

23. DREAM JOB: mmm, dunno. author? disability rights activist? probably.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: make sure my family and friends are well taken care of, help ppl who are struggling, prob make way too many geeky purchases.. buy a highly accessible house to live in..

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: nnnnot a fan of Jasper from “Steven Universe,” though her role is important.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: “Superjail!” the adult swim cartoon. yyyup LMAO.

tagging YOU... stolen from the lovely @spiderstaff​

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[topmixtrends]

LAURA LIPPMAN’S Sunburn is a noir love story. An unlikely genre blend, but this is a noir that strays from type from the very first page; it’s a summertime noir, trench coats swapped out for sundresses, staging its crimes and misdemeanors not in the anonymous shadows of a big city’s indifference, but in the full glare of small-town nosiness, as though confirming one character’s assertion that “there’s no better way to be found than to try to hide.”

Belleville, Delaware, is the tourism equivalent of a flyover state; with fewer than 2,000 people, it is a town “put together from some other town’s leftovers” through which people pass on their way to more promising destinations. It is here, during the long hot summer of 1995, that Polly and Adam, two strangers with no baggage apart from the emotional kind, will meet and surrender to a passionate romance against their best interests and better judgment. Which all sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship, except that it’s clear from the start that Polly and Adam are keeping a number of dangerous secrets, and by the end of the summer, their affair will have a body count.

The novel is divided into two segments, “Smoke” and “Fire.” The story unfolds through the perspectives of several third-person narrators, most frequently Adam and Polly. Neither of them is particularly sympathetic at first, but as the story develops and histories are revealed, the reader’s sympathies will adjust, and while clumsy distinctions like “good” and “bad” remain muddled, the psychological cause and effect of events is wholly satisfying.

But in the beginning, it’s nothing but shadows and questionable behavior. As befits the femme fatale character, Polly has left many men in her past with cause for complaint or grudges, most recently her husband Gregg, whom she has just abandoned along with their three-year-old daughter Jani while vacationing on a Delaware beach in what was not an impulsive decision. Adam’s shade is more straightforward, predatory. A man who prefers his women “thin and a little skittish” like the deer he hunts, he is nonetheless targeting the slim-but-curvaceous Polly; initiating contact, keeping tabs on her movements for reasons as yet undisclosed. It’s clear he knows much more about her than he’s letting on.

They came to this nothing of a town with their own agendas, but both had intended it to be a temporary layover, sharing as little of themselves as possible while planning their next moves. They’re careful people, calculating, skilled in manipulation and self-protection; Polly is deliberate about the name she uses, Adam has a reliable methodology in place: “Tell as few lies as possible, that’s his rule.” And yet there’s something inexorably drawing them to each other; something more than just two restless strangers meeting by chance in a town with nothing to do, where the only entertainment or diversion is each other.

Even Cath the barmaid, who has her own amorous designs on Adam, remarks upon their oddly similar demeanors:

“…you’re like her.” “How so?”

“Mysterious. Not offering up much of anything. Not sure if you’re staying or passing through.”

In part because of this compatibility, and despite their best-laid plans, Polly and Adam decide to stay in Belleville, taking jobs at the same bar as Cath, putting their plans on hold and enjoying a passionate fling during a languid summer in a suspended-animation town. Theirs is a complicated entanglement — a standoff of a love affair between two people whose lives don’t need any additional complications. For them, lust is easy, trust is hard. Polly has been serially disappointed by men, while Adam is suspicious of Polly because he knows certain details of her past. Their liaison is a pause for them both, but it’s a tightly coiled pause, with the two braced for the inevitable breaking-off point of a relationship that can have no happy ending, indulging themselves in what is less a game of cat-and-mouse than a game of chicken, anxiously anticipating the moment when they will have to spring apart or risk mutual destruction.

Sunburn is Lippman’s homage to the legacy of James M. Cain, a fellow Baltimore native and a contemporary of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler. Cain’s three most celebrated works, Double Indemnity, The Postman Always Rings Twice, and Mildred Pierce, were instrumental in expanding the literary purview of noir beyond the realm of the hardboiled detective and into the secret lives of everyday people, laying the groundwork for what would become “domestic noir.” In Sunburn, Cain’s novels make a cameo appearance, inspiring a character to make a life-altering decision, and Cain’s thematic influence is felt throughout in what have become the tropes of the genre: outsider characters who are charismatic but flawed and self-destructive, loveless marriages, the dark side of human nature, women deploying their sexuality against weak or brutish men, secret pasts, nosy investigators, disenchantment, insurance fraud, get-rich-quick schemes and other alternative paths to the American Dream, as well as the occasional trail of dead bodies. In short: Greed, lust, murder, money, all of which Sunburn delivers.

And oh, that noir patter:

He says, “How long you staying over?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Every man in town, I’m guessing […] I’m Adam Bosk,” he says. “Like the pear, only with a ‘k’ instead of a ‘c.’”

“I’m the Pink Lady,” she says. “Like the apple.”

“Think we can still be friends, me a pear, you an apple?”

“I thought it was apples and oranges that can’t be compared.”

That’s some vintage black-and-white dialogue in what is otherwise a full-color noir, opening as it does on a sunburned redhead in a pink-and-yellow sundress before blazing through a wide spectrum of literal and figurative colors: the green of money and envy; the red of blood, flames, and rage; and Polly’s determination to surround herself with pretty, colorful objects all lending Cain’s gloomy themes a defiant optimism.

Sunburn requires a reviewer to be as cautious as its central characters. There are a lot of secrets within, and they start unfolding early in the book; details slipping out as brief as a thought (“When you’ve been in jail even a short time, you don’t like being confined”), facts materializing before their significance can be grasped, clues gradually accumulating until all of a sudden you’re in the thick of it. This process is mirrored in the development of Polly and Adam’s relationship. Falling in love was never the plan for either of them, and what began as something closer to target practice than courtship, with each testing the other, establishing boundaries, going through the motions of a happy relationship while working their own angles, becomes an emotional investment before they realize it.

Or does it? After all, when it comes to noir, things are rarely as they appear; all those unseen mechanisms at work beneath the artificial surface. The reader here has the luxury of knowing more than the participants when it comes to feelings and intentions, but again — trust is hard. It’s tempting to consider this a noir spin on “The Gift of the Magi,” where both characters are making sacrifices out of love — secretly risking their own goals/plans/responsibilities in order to be with the other in Nowhere, U.S.A. But is their love the result of two cynics putting aside cynicism? Or the strategic moves of opponents pretending that they don’t know they’ve been made? Is this love or is it a hunt?

Lippman draws out the suspense on that matter in a wonderfully provocative way. She presents two characters whose every move is an exercise in calculated, fabricated spontaneity, both playing the long game with their own set of rules, both with an immense capacity for stillness, for waiting the other out. Adam has the patience of a bow-hunter who appreciates that waiting is time well spent: “Waiting can be beautiful, lush, full of possibility.” And Polly makes for unusual prey, a woman skilled in silence and immobility: “If there is one thing Polly knows how to do, it’s waiting. It’s her talent, her art.” It has all the makings of a deadlock, and there’s an undeniable appeal to the oppositional romance; resisting intimacy, refusing to cave, Polly’s withholding (“Don’t say too much and people will fill in the gaps, usually to your advantage”), Adam’s aloof scrutiny (“She’s ignoring him, he’s ignoring her ignoring him”). It’s all fun and games, and also some felonies.

Polly is the cherry-red bull’s-eye at the heart of the story; she’s the target and the prize and the thing around which everything else revolves and without her, there’s no game. The femme fatale is invariably the most interesting character, but Lippman has taken her to the next level while staying true to the genre conventions. Polly typifies the coquettish qualities expected of her role, but she’s not enthusiastic about being worshipped, and she’s earned her air of weary realism:

[I]t’s not the first time someone has gone out of the way to pay her tribute. Men have always done things for her. People. And she never asks. That is, she never seems to ask […] It’s a special art, asking people to do things, yet making it seem as if you never asked at all. There are talents she would prefer to this one, because favors often carry a heavy penalty when it’s time to return them, but it’s the skill she was given, the hand she has to play.

She is well aware of her own power, but she also knows how transitory a power it is, and how not to waste it while it’s hers:

Her looks are only slightly above average, her body didn’t come into its own until she had all those long empty days to exercise. Besides, she would never invest so heavily in a commodity that won’t last forever. It’s how she is on the inside that makes her different from other women. She fixes her gaze on the goal and never loses sight of it.

The goal is never a man. Never. Men are the stones she jumps to, one after another, toward the goal.

Polly is layered and adaptable, enigmatic, her motives shadowy, showing only what she wants seen. This chameleon quality allows her to become many things to many people, cast in lights positive and negative and roles often contradictory, but ultimately irrelevant. Appearance, reputation — these are other people’s values and qualities assigned to her, which say nothing about the real Polly nursing her secrets beneath the bait of window dressing and deflection. One character observes wryly that “[s]ome people are like rabbit holes and you can fall a long, long way down if you go too far,” and Polly is shrewd enough to allow the expectations and misinterpretations of others to construct her “rabbit holes” for her. These decoys protect her from exposure while she pursues her own schemes, unruffled by the labels of people who haven’t even begun to scratch her surface. She is called “unnatural” for leaving her daughter, but is she a monster? Or is she just playing a longer game than anyone else can perceive?

“[N]o one knows her whole story. She plans to keep it that way.” And to all but the reader, she achieves her goal.

¤

Karen Brissette is a voracious reader and the most popular reviewer on Goodreads.

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[nofomoartworld]

Geometric Animal Tattoos Come to Life in Sweden

As an artist's career goes on, the more influences begin to seep into their work. For Swedish tattoo artist Oskar, who does art under his first name as well as his Instagram handle, Start With a Pen, his educational routes and personal interests have combined to create a hybrid style he's still adapting today.

"It's this thing that I feel like I can't conquer," says Oskar, who works within the Stockholm tattoo collective, Stuck Life. "There's always new things to learn and that really excites me because I can keep on evolving and it never gets boring or dull."

There's nothing boring or dull about Oskar's tattoo style, either. Constantly adopting new styles, Oskar's ink subjects range across the board: much of his work is centered around traditional patterns and flower designs, while he also often tattoos natural imagery. His often black and grey animal pieces may be the most impressive, featuring blackworks and dotworks of many forest animals he often sees around his rural Stockholm home, like bears, deer, and owls. There's a perceived lifelike texture in the work, almost like you could feel the fur on the neck of the bear despite it being just ink, while there's also depth—some of his pieces feature imagery within imagery, such as one tattoo he did of a forest at dusk within the body of a bear.

Oskar went to art school in college and studied painting, originally aiming to become a studio artist. After college, while he was running a gallery with a couple friends in Stockholm and doing graphic design work on the side, he got an apprenticeship at a biker tattoo shop in Stockholm—a route Oskar describes as an "old school way of apprenticing," where he worked his way up from cleaning to drawing to finally tattooing. It was during his work at the shop where he finally realized his desire to pursue tattooing full-time.

Despite needing a first-hand experience to convince Oskar that tattooing was the direction he wanted to take his work, the art has caught his attention since he was a kid, having always been interested in Japanese and old school Western tattooing.

"At first it was the outlaw, kind of anti-mainstream kind of life that really appealed to me, but also the imagery and the fact that you put it on your body and it's there forever." Oskar says of being interested in tattoos at a young age. "It's something that seemed very powerful and just over time has become more and more powerful—especially when they let me put it on their body."

There's an immediate gratification of watching a person's reaction to his work that you can't get in other types of art, the former painter says, and the fact that people commit their body to his art has always been one of the greatest emotional rushes of Oskar's career. "That's the ultimate compliment to me," he says. But after nearly a decade in the field Oskar, his love and excitement over the artistry is still the same when he was a kid.

"When I see tattoos, it kind of lights something inside me and I always want to check it out," Oskar says. "I just love whatever aspect of life that has that adventure feel to it. Tattooing had and still has that feel for me." See more of Oskar's work below.

To follow the latest with Oskar's work, follow his Instagram page "Start With a Pen" here. To learn more about the Stuck Life collective, visit their website here.

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