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foxsnails · 1 year
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Sorry to bug you
Watercolour + Digital finish
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albaricomics · 3 months
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Ugly meme I thought of and was giving me insomnia
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nikonri · 9 months
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i miss them
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maudiemoods · 10 months
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Yayyayy jitterbug posting
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Close ups and descriptions below cut since there's a lot!
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ID: ( on the right is a colored drawing of jitterbug. They have white, fluffy shoulder length hair with two antenna sticking out of their head. They have big eyes with green irises and white pupils. They have darker colored cheeks. They have a green chest and pink disk on their shoulder. They have blue puff sleeves with a darker blue gradient. They have gold ribbon at their waist and blue pants with the same gradient as the sleeves. They have a pair of translucent blue wings. On the top left is a headshot drawing of them with pig tails. They are smiling. Below that is a drawing that cuts off a little below the waist. They're smiling with one arm behind his back. ) End ID
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ID: ( back view of jitterbug. They're turned towards the viewer. Their eye is open wide and they're smoking from their hair.) End ID
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ID: ( the top left drawing is a headshot. They have an annoyed questioning expression. On the right is a drawing of them, their face melting slightly. They're nervously smiling. They're smoking and their hair has burnt to the base. On the bottom left is a drawing showing their back. They have a pair of wings. On the right of that is a depression doodle of them. They look off to the side, their antenna down.) end ID
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ID: ( a headshot of jitterbug. Their eyes are open wide and they're crying.) End ID
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cure-stars · 1 month
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YOUR ONE AND ONLY SCORCHING LASER LIGHT !! 🔦
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jokingluna · 3 months
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axolotluv · 2 years
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Cody - Me
Ross - @kabra-malvada​
Jitterbug - @maudiemoods​
Blommy - @fluffffpillow​
Cosmo - @vurelly​
Clouddrop - @starlightcloudbaby​
OH BOY this took forever to finish- I love FNAF SB ocs so much and I wanted to draw some of the ones I know and love!
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No @’s version!
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chatterscotch · 11 months
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gjinkas yayy lets fucking joe.,,.
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Dancers swing to the sound of trombones at the Savoy Ballroom, February 26, 1947. The club was the namesake of the popular song "Stomping at the Savoy" by Benny Goodman, Chick Webb, and Edgar Sampson.
Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America
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it-happened-one-fic · 10 months
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Jitterbug - Only Go Up From Here - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: Here it is! The last fic for this AU/series. I'm actually kind of glad to be reaching the end. These dance fics have been fun to write, but I'm looking forward to getting back to my usual fics. As for the dance in this fic, I don't actually have a particular performance that I was heavily inspired by for this one. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ Female Reader/ Fluff/ Can be taken as romantic or platonic
Word Count: 903
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The jitterbug dance was, as Vil understood it, an amalgamation of all of the various swing dances. As such, anyone who had already taken and failed a swing dancing class previously was taking the jitterbug class in hopes of at long last passing this final dance class that was being offered.
The jitterbug’s nature as being the most general of all swing dances was also why Vil had chosen it for his class. 
Because while Vil had danced before in various films, it was always some sort of slinky dance befitting a villain. The jitterbug was, as all styles of swing were, a dance for a lead role simply because it was fun, free, and most certainly not suited for someone in the role of an antagonist.
And then there was you, the perfect fit for a lead female in any film. Wreathed in smiles, ever willing to help, even if at times grudgingly, and seemingly fearless when it came to saving others from themselves in even the most risky of situations. 
Vil couldn’t have hoped for a better partner.
What was unfortunate was that you seemed surprised that Vil was perfectly capable of letting loose and enjoying himself. 
He supposed he couldn’t blame you. He was usually serious because he had to be. After all, the eyes of the world seemed to be constantly on him. Such was the life of a celebrity.
But here at NRC, he was no longer quite so special and was allowed certain freedoms since paparazzi weren’t constantly lurking around some corner. And one such freedom was getting to behave more like a normal teenage boy who wasn’t constantly under the harsh glare of the limelight. 
But you were incredibly accepting of both that and him. While you had briefly hesitated at first, it hadn’t taken you very long at all to relax around him, just as you always did. Unconcerned as you danced alongside him, laughing all the while as you glanced his way with glittering eyes that showed your enjoyment.
Crewel had obviously wasted no effort in teaching you. You’d already learned all the other forms of swing dancing and passed all of the previous classes. Not even Sam could say anything against your performances of his beloved style of dance.
Vil had no concerns about whether you would do well in this, the final dance class NRC would hold. If something went wrong during the performance, it was going to be on Vil.
Not that he was concerned.
There was a certain freeness to the jitterbug that Vil discovered he’d been craving. He hadn’t noticed it during the lessons when he’d been dancing with other partners. In fact, it hadn’t been until he’d practiced choreography with you that Vil realized that this uninhibited joy was something he wanted. Something he’d been searching for in his own way.
And during the performance, he found it again. That strange, free sense of joy that stemmed either from dancing the jitterbug or from dancing with you.
Vil did wonder if that joy was present simply because you let go of any expectations you held towards him and allowed him to exist, dance, and laugh alongside you. 
You whirled across the floor, fully trusting him to execute any lift, spin, and even do an around-the-world flip that hadn’t been entirely planned.
The improvisation angle was brilliant to him and felt like ad-libbing except for the raw amount of trust it required you to place in him. When you finally touched back down, ending the dance with your feet hitting the ground as you laughed breathlessly at him, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
You were grinning as well, still slightly out of breath, as you brushed a few escaped hairs out of his face before unconcernedly taking his hand and leading him across the dance floor towards where the so-called ‘judges’ sat. 
And it was so like you to not be worried about what being by his side might mean. But then Vil supposed that to you he wasn’t a famous celebrity first and foremost. No, to you, he was always Vil first.
“That was amazing! The jitterbug is a slightly less codified dance than the others we’ve had as classes, and you still managed to execute it smoothly and with incredible precision. I expected nothing less from a professional such as yourself, Mr. Schoenheit, but I am still impressed.”
Crowley was practically beaming at him, but as soon as he spoke, Vil could already feel the glow of the spotlight returning to him. Reminding him that while you had provided him a brief respite from the limelight, it was going to return.
And he accepted it. He’d chosen and fought for this life after all. Being famous was what it took to reach the heights he sought, so he accepted it all.
But he couldn’t deny that the little breaks you seemed so innately capable of providing him had become beyond precious to him. Sometimes it was nice to just be Vil. 
Not Vil the actor. Not Vil the model. Not even Vil the singer.
Just… Vil. The young man who’d just danced out there with you and earned his passing score on his own efforts even though he had nothing to prove to you. After all, you’d seen him at his worst and accepted him.
And now he could only go up from here.
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suokumi · 2 years
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I’m sitting here with my head leaned on my crossed hands
Allow me show you smth 
Get your fiercy baby @maudiemoods
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albaricomics · 2 months
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Skating date 🛼
His dummy a$$ said yes to something he's never tried before
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Two alternate endings, you choose which one to believe
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octobersociety · 9 days
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Jitterbug!
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rumppieturincon · 1 month
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Literally
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vocaloid-knockout · 6 months
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ROUND 1
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Jitterbug - Ai Kotoba
Propaganda under the cut!
Jitterbug:
No propaganda was submitted for this song.
Ai Kotoba:
No propaganda was submitted for this song.
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corrdunk · 9 months
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“ Your one and only, scorching laser light!”
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