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secretsofblackthornhall · 2 years

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Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

Oh, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. You don’t even know (because you are a diary and you never leave the house). I have spent the day among the mundanes. Not just mundanes. Tourists. All things considered, I’ll take the haunted cursed mansion, thanks.

When last I wrote we found out Ghost!Rupert thinks there’s a cursed object in this Herondale house on Curzon Street here in London. After that we have no idea, which is going to be a big problem because ley lines are, you know, lines, so objects could be anywhere along them. But one thing at a time.

It turns out the National Trust operates tours of the Curzon Street house—and I assume some Herondale in the past was smart enough to get rid of, or at least glamour the heck out of, anything too Shadowhuntery there. It’s advertised as being a recreation of a “typical Edwardian home,” which is close enough to the right time period for our purposes. So we got dressed up in mundane costumes—Jules found an excellent vintage Sex Pistols t-shirt in Arthur and Andrew Blackthorn’s Groovy Chambers of Love —and bought tickets for the 2:00 tour the next day.

What we learned from the house tour is that Edwardian décor mostly would look pretty okay in a modern house! It’s light and airy, lots of soft colors, cool patterned fabric, and so on. Oh, and we also learned the Edwardian movement missed Tatiana Blackthorn entirely, since everything about Blackthorn Hall is the very opposite of light and airy. Julian pointed out that she probably left it the way it was when her father died. Whereas I liked the feel of Curzon Street a lot, it was homey. I actually took a photo of some wallpaper and want to ask Tessa if she remembers who made it and, uh, whether they’re still in business I guess. What’s happened to us? We’re renovating a house. I feel so old.

The tour was fine, I guess, lots of detail about eras and maker’s marks and furniture. People asked ridiculous questions—one of the American couples demanded to know where the piano was and when the guide said sorry, no piano, they got angry and told her that all Edwardian homes had a piano so there must be one, and she had to kind of apologize and move on. It was awkward and I did not feel great about the people of my land.

But mostly I was tuned out of all that. The house was interesting enough. Persian carpets everywhere! An ivory chess set! A pewter-clad bathtub! Oh, there was a framed playbill from the time period that was obviously from some Downworlder nightclub, that was kind of cool. But most importantly, none of these were things enchanted by Tatiana.

I spent most of the time looking for anything that made it clear Shadowhunters lived here. The only thing I really saw was that there were a bunch of weapons used for decoration, which the tour guide noted was not appropriate to the period. Of course you and I know, Bruce, that weapons are always appropriate décor. But it’s like Julian always says, sometimes you don’t even need glamours, because mundanes don’t see what they don’t want to see. Like, the tour guide went on and on about a beautiful jadeite sculpture atop one of the mantels and said nobody knew what the shape was meant to represent. And it was obviously meant to be displaying a sword that is long gone.

Anyway we

Oh, wait.

It’s not long gone. I know where it went. It’s on the dressing table on the other side of the room. I can see it from where I’m writing this.

A real chill just went up my spine, thinking of that. At the house today I was thinking about the people who lived there, James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs, but to be honest I didn’t really feel an emotional connection to them while I was there. Maybe it’s just that all the really personal stuff would have been taken out of the house before it became a museum. But also, just…I didn’t know them. Tessa and Jem did, of course, and Magnus, and heck, maybe some of the other warlocks, I don’t know. But I didn’t, and I never will.

But you know who else knew them? Cortana knew them. I wish I’d brought it with me to the house today. (But nooooo, Julian said only weapons that could be completely concealed. And what if the tour guide had turned out to be an Eidolon demon lying in wait for us? I would have faced it with a bootknife smaller than I’d use to peel an apple with. Though it would have been an Eidolon demon that knew a lot about turn of the century furniture. ANYWAY, we were there to find an object, so let me finish that story.)

We were in one of the spare bedrooms, looking at the scrollwork on the bed or whatever. The tour guide was showing off some of the objects on the bedside tables, and the Sensor went off like crazy.

The tour guide gave us an evil look. “Turn off that phone,” she said to me, and the whole tour group flounced off to another room while I pretended to be trying to find my phone in my extremely ugly waist pack. Jules grabbed the Sensor, and it led us to — a music-box on the windowsill. A very ugly music box. Well, maybe not ugly. Very overdecorated, just covered in bits and bobs and, like, way too much for a music box. There was a monkey figurine involved. It was a lot. Anyway, it was an excellent example of the mid-Victorian etc etc but also it was an object Tatiana cursed and, I guess, someone liked it enough to find it and bring it back here???

After that it was just a matter of waiting till the tour moved on, glamouring up, grabbing the music box, sneaking back out of there, and hoping nobody who worked there had the Sight. Which they didn’t. So now we have a music box to show Rupert in the morning and ask Tessa about. I hope it wasn’t hers or anything like that. I think of her as having better taste.

Okay, that’s it for now, Bruce. I’m going to go get Cortana so I can reach out and touch it from the bed. Julian always teases me when I do that but tonight it feels right. Catch you later.

Emma

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #cortana #mundanes #emma carstairs #julian blackthorn #shadowhunters #bruce #cassandra clare

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hanakoofthejungle · 5 days

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HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel

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cloysterbell · 6 months

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Let me paint y'all a picture. You're sitting on the subway at 8:30am trying to get to the office. An older man sits next to you and pulls out his phone. You're a nosy fuck so you start surreptitiously reading his emails. As it turns out, he works for the governor's office and is very important. He's sending a very official looking email about something to do with power grids and keeping the lights on. He sighs, the weight of keeping one of the most important cities in the world running bearing down squarely on his shoulders. He closes his email app and you see his phone wallpaper which is his beautiful 2.5 kids and golden retriever. Aaah, the American dream. Meanwhile you're scrolling through Tumblr while dressed like a giant dragon and shoveling handfuls of candy corn into your mouth for breakfast. Happy Halloween

#dumb text posts #i was the only person on the subway in a costume #sorry that the capitalistic grind hasn't fully beaten the childlike whimsy out of me yet! i stay silly!

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kimolisai · 28 days

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Using Bing Create with the prompt: An african american man wearing blue jeans and open green and blue patterned button down shirt embracing an african american woman wearing a red and orange sundress in the style of a romance novel in front of mountain covered with green tropical forests next to a body of water,beautiful mountain background,big mountain,majestic mountain,amazing wallpaper,impressive giant mountain,landscape wallpaper,mountain background,mountain background,amazing mountains,mountain scenery,

#ai artwork #ai generated #ai image #bing create #bing image creator #generative art #melanin poppin #black is beautiful #blktumblr #blkcreatives #black couple #black love #black tumblr

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exitrowiron · 8 months

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Our Son Got Married

Part 2

I was the officiant

I was honored when Brady and Cloe asked me to officiate their wedding. In the state of Maine you must be an ordained minister or a public official (ex. judge) to officiate a wedding. I paid $15 to American Marriage Ministries and was ordained a minister. (You may call me Reverend Mike if you wish).

I drafted a script for the ceremony and let Brady and Cloe choose which parts they wanted to do. For example, they chose to exchange vows, but didn't want the part where I ask the congregation if anyone objects. Likewise, they wanted to keep the ring exchange simple. There's really only one required portion of the ceremony, and that is the declaration... "Do you Brady take Cloe to be... etc., etc." Brady and Cloe wrote their own vows and to say they were inspiring and heartfelt is an understatement. Half the congregation was tearful when they finished.

The only real opportunity for creativity for me as the officiant is the invocation. I chose to use this time to welcome the guests, say a few words about Brady and Cloe and talk about marriage in general. I'm very proud of what I wrote; you can read it below the cut.

When friends heard that I'd be officiating, they suggested attempting to inject humor into the ceremony - perhaps by copying other funny wedding scenes like Mr. Bean's performance in Four Weddings and Funeral or the marriage scene in The Princess Bride. I played it straight however and the ceremony was flawless.

Mike's Invocation

Please be seated.

Thank you everyone for making the trip to this beautiful place. Speaking on behalf of Brady and Cloe as well my wife Beth and Cloe’s parents, Ken and Beth, we are honored by your presence. We are also mindful of loved ones who can’t be with us today; we know they would join us if they could.

As the officiant of this wedding, I have several official responsibilities. My most important responsibility, however, is to make sure that Brady and Cloe understand the commitment they are about to make and are prepared to keep that commitment.

I’ve studied their relationship closely and spoken to them individually and together and I’m pleased to report that they will make a great married couple. I say that with confidence because over the last 8 years they have passed with flying colors the Relationship Tests of Strength.

They have

Worked together. In fact, this is how they met; working together at the Indiana University Foundation and each secretly hoping for office hours which overlapped with the other.

Traveled together, including international travel to countries where they didn’t speak the language.

Moved to a city which was completely foreign to both of them (Boston) and have together moved from one apartment to another.

Supported each other through rigorous professional examinations (the CPA exam for Brady and the Bar exam for Cloe), which they both passed.

Tackled home improvement projects together, including relationship test, hanging wallpaper in a bathroom together.

Sheltered in place together; working demanding jobs from a small apartment during a global pandemic. They’ve even worked together to modify that arrangement at this wedding venue with just a few days’ notice.

And finally, with little or no discernable skills, experience, or appropriate equipment, they have gone camping together. Repeatedly.

As the married couples here will attest, surviving any one of these Relationship Tests of Strength is cause for celebration. And yet despite these tests Cloe, who claims that she liked Brady first, still describes him as thoughtful, patient, empathetic and curious. Brady, who thought that Cloe was just too cool and definitely out of his league, still describes her as compassionate, thoughtful and beautiful. Brady and Cloe are outstanding individuals, and they are about to become an even more outstanding married couple.

But enough about Brady and Cloe… let’s talk about all of us.

Each of our lives is composed of almost endless choices and possibilities. Some people like to think of doors opening and closing, but I envision myself walking a trail through life with paths before me – each decision holding the possibility of new paths and new destinations. Most decisions and events in our life don’t alter our direction very much if at all. What I chose to eat for breakfast this morning isn’t going to affect the course of my life.

Occasionally, however, a decision or event changes our course dramatically. These are the moments when I can literally feel the universe shift. That’s what it feels like to me. The universe shifts. Entire worlds of new possibilities suddenly appear while others just as suddenly evaporate. You know those moments… choosing what college you’re going to attend, starting a new job, moving to a new part of the world, the beginning or ending of a romantic relationship, the death of a loved one or the birth of a child. These are moments which are frozen in time and shine in our memory.

In my experience, the most extraordinary, universe-shifting decisions are the ones we choose to make together; those special moments when we choose to bend our paths to be nearer to one another. What we are about to witness in a few minutes isn’t just the universe shifting for Brady and Cloe; the universe is about to shift for all of us. Their decision, their commitment to love one another other alters the path for everyone here. Their paths will be forever entwined as will be the paths of all of us.

#wedding #wedding script #wedding officiant #wedding invocation

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idesofrevolution · 2 years

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Beach Bum

"SOLD! For eight thousand five hundred to number 29, thank you so much ma'am, please see our associate afterward for your banking information." The auction hall was buzzing. It was all over the news: locker 482 having it's lock busted and the heavy iron door rolled up to reveal the long lost estate of the old school pro-surfer Ronnie "Riptide" Darensbourg. Ventura's very own legend from the 70's, Ronnie Riptide was a local hero who'd passed away in 1991. In fact, he'd been the hero for Francis Cragg since childhood.

To Francis, the heartthrob represented everthing he wanted to be as a teenager in 1977: laid back, efforlessly cool, athletic, flirtatious, sexy... and notoriously "open minded" in the bedroom. To be queer back in the day was quite the scandal that was reserved only for the Hollywood stars and not for the everyday person. Under this strict social law, Francis couldn't look at another guy, couldn't even be suspected of being gay- but he could live vicariously through Ronnie. All the gossip columns, all the magazines, the exposees... through Ronnie's insane stories, Francis felt as if he were the one with the outrageous, ostentatious life. Now 62 years old, the repressed man eagerly sat in the ornate auction hall, eagerly hoping to snag even a small piece of memorabilia. On his phone, the smiling image of Ronnie himself beams from his wallpaper.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we have lot 35: a vintage 1980's Canvas Duffle Bag Tote. Cylinder shape. Bright abstract southwestern style pattern in red, orange, purple, turquoise, yellow, and green. End has graphic of a surfboard and words 'Laissez les bon temps rouler.' We will start the bid at $300." Francis raised his paddle, immediately recognizing the bag from the old Maxim articles in 1982. With a low starting bid at $300, he couldn't pass up the opportunity. The bid was quickly followed up with their paddles. $500... $1000... $1500... $1750... Francis opened up his wallet, devoid of cash, and holding about six maxed out credit cards. The last hope: his American Express, which was just $5000 shy of his limit. He felt compelled, required to get this small piece of his idol. Holding his breath, Francis thew up his paddle: all in at $5000.

"Five thousand on number 13, five thousand going once..." The crowd grew quiet, only whispers and murmurs breaking through the silence. "Going twice... SOLD! For five thousand to number 13. Please see our associate with your banking information." Francis immediately stood up and rushed to the back of the room, glibly handing over the very last of his funds to the smiling woman behind the counter, blissfully unaware of the middle aged man's complete economic collapse.

"Is it alright if I take the bag now? No need for delivery." The woman nodded with her wide grin, grabbing the arm strap of the bag and handing it over to him. The moment his fingertips touched the old fabric strap, he felt his breath rush out of his lungs; the electric sting of being starstruck. The bag draped naturally over his shoulder, just like it did on Ronnie all those years ago. Beaming from ear to ear, he strolled out the door back to his car, unaware of the gentle squirming within the zipped bag.

The drive home took merely minutes, as he stayed at the Beachcomber Motel overlooking the rolling waves of Ventura Beach. He slammed the door of his old jalopy, waving at the invalid Ms. Parthay mindlessly staring from behind her dusty window. He walked into the room, so used to the smell of mildew and mold that it no longer made his eyes water the way it used to. But in this one singular moment, the depressing everyday life of Francis Tate melted away. He let the bag droop down onto the ratty old bedspread as he eagerly examined every inch of it. The weathered old canvas bag with it's faded Aztec woven pattern, once extremely in vogue, now sat riddled in frayed holes in an unfortunate derlict state. But to Francis, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Just as he was raising his fingers to unzip the bag, it jolted sharply to the left.

Francis jumped backward, taken off guard. Surely it couldn't be a rat or mouse- the Auction House would never let someone spend thousands of dollars on a rat-infested item... right? The raging thought of some rodent knawing on his prized possession overtook whatever common sense he held, and with a single stroke of his hand he unzipped the bag. No movement. Nothing jumping out. No squeaking. Yet, an unmistakeable smell began to waft out of the open bag: a mix of age old air and sweaty rubber. Peering down into the dark confines, his jaw dropped open. Underneath an old barbasol can and broken plastic water bottle was the famous competition wetsuit itself. His breath labored and his pupils dilated, he gently pinched the rubbery shoulder of the neoprene suit and pulled upward, the sheer size of the thing shocking him to his core. Perhaps the Auction house did not actually thoroughly inspect their items after all.

He pulled the suit close to his face, intensely inspecting every inch of it for rubber rot, as the piece hadn't been used since the 80's. To his delight, the suit was entirely intact, the fabric stretching effortlessly without so much as a single crease. What it did have, however was a stench. Extremely salty and sour, clearly marinating in Ronnie's sweat and skin oils for decades, leaving the odor permanently imprinted within it. Bringing the rubber suit to his face, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled. This was as close as he'd ever been to his idol, the guy who had been an every day fantasy in his dreams. Wrapped in his scent, feeling the slick rubber material between his fingers, it was his life long dream. In his mind, he could feel the rise and fall of Ronnie's chest pushed against his, his lean, muscled arms wrapping around him, the scrunching and squeaking of his wetsuit as he moves...

In reality, his eyes tightly closed shut as his nose pressed against the suit, Francis couldn't see the zipper slowly slide downward and the arms wrap around his shoulders. He couldn't feel his clothes slowly unbutton themselves before it was too late, and they were forcibly ripped from his body by unseen hands. All he could do is gasp loudly as the suit flew backwards with impressive speed, pressing him firmly against the wall as the sleeves quickly slipped onto his arms. Just before he could muster out so much as a whimper, his left hand clasped over his mouth. Muffled and gagged, he could do nothing as his right hand helped stretch the musky suit down and over his legs. Behind him, the suit zipped itself up quickly, compressing Francis tightly within it's rubbery confines.

"Mmmmmmph... Mmmmmmmmsh..." He struggled against his own body betraying his every movement, controlled by some ethereal presence as if a puppet on a string. The smell was growing stronger and stronger, amplified by the spiking body heat and sweat that began to seep into it's fabric. Tighter, tighter, tighter it squeezed Francis as if a corset had been strung tight against his chest until he could barely breathe- and when he could it was filled with the dizzying musk. His gut began to press inward, flattening out with the blasting sound of deflating balloons blowing out of beneath the suit. Barely conscious, he could only look down from behind his pulsating hand's gag to see the liquifing fat start to squirm beneath the shiny black rubber, quickly sloshing into his pecs and broadening shoulders.

All at once, Francis felt the fat within him squish and thrust into his muscles, the suit croaking and groaning as his biceps and triceps began to bulge out and his hands shrink and become lean, soft palms and long fingers. Francis could feel his awareness, the last vestige of control he had within his quickly morphing body, desperately trying to center himself and fight the invasion which was slipping him on like the suit he sported. His bulge started to balloon out, feeling tendrils seep into his elongating cock, his weighty balls, and further slithering down into his quads and calves. His feet cracked and squeaked with pressure as they stretched outward, his toes as long as his ring finger and his arches perfectly bridging his heel with the balls of his feet. He'd lost nearly half his weight and mass, but looking down at his lean, toned, muscular body... He began to recognize just who it belonged to.

"Heheheheh..." A gravelly baritone chuckle rang out within his head, just as his jaw shifted to the left, cracking and sharpening as dark black hairs started to pierce out of his tanning skin. "Almost there, duuuuuuude." The voice was slick as his gleaming suit, yet stained with the aura of stonedness. He felt his jaw crack downward, opening his mouth wide while his lips plumped up and his long tongue snaked outward, a silver ball now piercing it in the center. The sides of his mouth curled into a cheeky grin as his teeth whitened and his moustache filled in. "Fuuuuuuck, bruh. You're a perfect fit for me. Fuckin' bitchin'." Francis's hair burst into a poofy blonde mop, his dark eyebrows falling down, down, down, tooping off his narrowing and increasingly bloodshot eyes. "Ayy, scoot over, dude. Let's let the Riptide take the wheel for a while..." Francis felt pressure within his head, something pushing, pounding against his brain... perhaps it was something deep down within him he'd all but repressed for all these years, or perhaps it was the sheer shock that had overwhelmed him in the moment, but as he felt the slithering present penetrate into his mind and flooding within, he couldn't help but feel satisfied as someone else, his idol, took over. One last crick of the neck, and Ronnie's piercing turquoise eyes now glistened beneath his furrowed brow.

"Awwwwww fuch yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Ronnie shot his load in the tight rubber wetsuit, feeling it's warm, sticky texture pressing against his sagging, sweaty balls. Smirking as he saunters over to the mirror, Ronnie gleamed from ear to ear, his perfect million dollar smile nearly sparkling from his new face. He could still feel the body adjusting to having him slip in, merely pinching the skin of his cheek and pulling grotesquely stretched his entire face outward before it snapped back- it'd take a few months before he felt 100% at home in his shared skin. He examined his new face; as if he'd slipped on a mask, once could see the original Riptide beneath it all, but hiding inside a mish mashed amalgamation of his host and his spirit. Unzipping the back of his suit, he pried his upper half free of it, his chiseled pecs and cobbled abs wafting the musky stench that now poured from his pores. He pursed his juicy lips, practicing the smoulder that had bedded a thousand babes and a thousand dudes.

"That's right, baby. Ahah," he gripped his chin between his fingers, admiring every inch of his sexy mug. "I'd fuck me." He laughed and winked in the mirror as he pried the rest of his rubber wetsuit off- he'd get back on the board soon enough. Perhaps he could just enjoy the beginnings of his new life. Snapping his fingers, the suit melted and flowed onto his body: massive, beat up checkerboard Vans, a pair of blue boardshorts, a gold chain and a pair of orange sunglasses now clothed him- just enough to show off to some sexy beach babe, or some hunky surfer dude he could toke and stroke with. "Yeahhhh, that's perfect."

Ronnie strode right out the door of the hotel room, passing by the maid, who stood there dumbfounded. This was not the man who entered the room moments ago... He winked at the perplexed woman, remarking just how familiar that face was under her breath. As the sun set on Ventura Beach, the surfer king sat on the lifeguard tower, smoking a blunt and watching the waves crash down onto the sands. Ventura might have changed, time may have passed, but those rolling waves are just the same as they always were. He smiled, putting his arm behind his head, and sighing in a chill aire. He'd own the town, just like he used to- and the future was bright.

#male possession #surfer transformation #male transformation #wetsuit #rubber #musk #jockification #twunk #original #male tf

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sivyera · 2 years

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sivyera's masterlist

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

coming soon...

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

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My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

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Blue eyes│Fluff Alphabet

Peter Pan 2003↴

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Peter pan being obsessed with you would include...

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Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

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My Little Pony ↴

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Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

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Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

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Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Team Fortress 2 ↴

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Inception ↴

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Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

Chain the Night. (Robert Fischer x reader)

American Pie ↴

Dating American pie characters would include...

The Devil All the Time↴

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include…

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IT 2017↴

your lips, my lips. apocalypse. (henry bowers x reader)

Saltburn ↴

game 00.1 (felix catton x reader)

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PEN15 ↴

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Fate: The Wings Saga↴

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After↴

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Dating male celebrities would include...

Cillian Murphy

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‘Morning’

Electric touch

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Elizabeth Olsen

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Sam Worthington

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Britain Dalton

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Robert Pattinson

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Dating Eminem would include...

DISNEY/PIXAR/DISNEY CHANNEL and OTHER CARTOONS ↴

Dating PJ Duncan would include..

Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

Disney princesses and their sexualities, my headcanons

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc’s

love headcanons for the great prince | bambi

cinnamon girl (frozen 2 elsa x northuldra reader)

puck and pirouette (inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader)

#masterlist #sivyera #sivyera's masterlist

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blackwoodbanshee · 3 months

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Describe your perfect home, what kind of building is it, what does it looks like outside and where is it? How many rooms does it have, what kind of rooms are they and what aesthetic? Does it have gardens? Does you house have a name?

Does anyone or anything live with you? Describe your neighbours if you want, and finally, what is one magical item you secretly keep there. 💜🏡

Yes let's daydream.... My perfect magical home... I want an old brick house. I like gothic, victorian, Art nouveau or even older architecture styles. A huge garden full of flowers and vegetables, fruits and animals. I want sooo many trees everywhere. A pond with water lillies. A forest full of bluebells. I want to see birds and deer around all year. I want old and beautiful things. Pretty wallpaper and cute kitchen tiles. Wood floor. So many paintings and collections of little pretty things. Stars on the ceiling of the bedroom. A guest room. Living room with a green velvet Couch. A greenhouse. A country cottagecore kitchen. A mermaid bathroom. An attic like in the beautiful 90s witch movies. Maybe a tower with a secret entrance full of witchy magical things. A wall full of books, movies and music. A stained glass window! A house with a name is such a lovely thought I might call it Bluebellgrove. A magical secret maybe a fae forest around, a dragon sleeping in the cellar guarding my gold, nymphs in the pond, dryads in the trees, ghost in the attic. All supernatural being are welcome. They can be my neighbors and the animals and trees. 🌲🌳🌿🦇🦔🐿️

Imagine a Mix of the addams family, Pippi longstocking's house (plus animals and Gold treasure in the cellar) , the spellman aunt's house (old and New Version plus talking cat), wizard school aesthetic with a bit of thranduil's woodelven palace. A movie set like Tim burton, Wes Anderson, Guillermo del Toro, Terry Gilliam and the All of the movie Sets in Penelope (Christina Ricci movie) Tim walker Photographs.

Dark Cottagecore, dark academia, eclectic, french abandoned castle, english countryside, american 90s witch, Grimm's Fairytale haunted forest, Edmund Dulac, Alfons Mucha, John Bauer illustration style.

#Thank you for asking #Dream home #Dream house #House #Aesthetic #Moodboard #Manifesting

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figuramacollectors · 2 years

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FULL REVEAL! - LUPIN the 3rd ELITE DIORAMA STATUE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Join the waitlist and don’t lose sight of the objective… preorders open on OCTOBER 22nd AT 11:00PM JST!:

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Experience the thrill of the chase with the Figurama Team as we reveal our Lupin the 3rd Elite Diorama Statue! This is your one-stop-shop for all information regarding the Lupin the 3rd Elite Diorama statue, including highlights and store exclusives that can be found in the images above, and statue details that can be found below!Our illustrious title thief, Lupin, hangs from the window of his preferred getaway car. His vibrant blue jacket juxtaposes the dark shape of his Walther P38 pistol, as trusted crewmember Daisuke Jigen shoots an explosive bullet from the other side. The cunning and beautiful Fujiko Mine takes their car drifting wildly over cobblestone, her red hair shining brightly from behind the windshield. While apples and bottles of wine tumble from crates on impact, stray bullets bend an Italian street sign and spook an unsuspecting chicken. True Lupin fans will notice that a newspaper below a falling chair pictures Lupin’s “wanted” poster, and that tarot cards flying from an impacted table hold subtle references to another much-loved franchise. Beneath the chaos lies an ultra-detailed layer of cobblestone that rests above a slice of underground rock, interspersed with sewage pipes that add a sense of realism to this explosive scene.Each 1/8-scale statue includes an exclusive A3-size art print and autographed Certificate of Authenticity by Figurama Collectors CEO Mr. Shanab, Concept Artist Daniel Kamarudin, and 3D Artist Luigi Terzi!

Series : Elite Diorama

Edition Size: 950

Size : 1/8 scale (Approximately H31 x W32 x D41)

Certificate of Authenticity : Signed by Figurama Collectors CEO Mr. Shanab, Concept Artist Daniel Kamarudin, and 3D Artist Luigi Terzi

Includes : Exclusive A3 Art Print & Certificate of Authenticity

Store Exclusive : Animated Desktop & Mobile Wallpaper

Materials : Polystone, PVC, PU, Transparent Resin

Creative Director : Mr. Shanab / Figurama Collectors Development Team

Concept Artist : Daniel Kamarudin

3D Artist/Sculptor : Luigi Terzi

Painter : Fahad Al-Duwaihi

Release Date: Q3 2023

Retail Price : $495

Non-Refundable Deposit : 20% ($99)

Payment Plan : Up to 6 months (as low as $66 per month)

Discount : Paying by PayFort or Axes Payment with a secure card (VISA, Mastercard, American Express, JCB) will take $45 off shipping costs

Shipping : Warehouses in Asia, the USA, and Europe ensure the lowest shipping rates possible

#figuramacollectors #figurama #statue #lupin #fujiko #jigen #anime #figurine #collectible #elitediorama

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wineonmytshirt · 7 months

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These are some of my favorite works of art that I've seen creators post. I'll continue this series each month. Thank you for creating and please, please keep doing so! Tag me #tsuserjen! If we haven't met, hello! My name is Jen, and I really love something you've created.

Taylor Swift Teardrops On My Guitar Graphic by @maryssongwhen

Pride and Prejudice (2005)/Taylor Swift the lakes Gifset by @unreal-unearths

Olivia Rodrigo all-american bitch Graphic by @stood-onthecliffside

Taylor Swift Foolish One Graphic by @sombrewoodlandfairy

Taylor Swift Cruel Summer Gifset by @sadbeautifulttragic

Halsey Finally // beautiful stranger Graphic by @tolerateit

Taylor Swift New Romantics Graphic by @ketterdam-snack-bar

Taylor Swift Wonderland Graphic by @seethestarlights

Olivia Rodrigo lacy Graphic by @twinsirefigns

Taylor Swift Maroon Graphic Set by @lipslikethegardensofbabylon

Olivia Rodrigo logical Graphic by @aliiaart

Fall Out Boy So Much (For) Stardust Graphic by @iheartquestionmark

Maisie Peters There It Goes Gifset by @cascadeoceanwave

Taylor Swift 1989 (Taylor's Version) Photoshoot Wallpapers by @kaykay3003

Taylor Swift Favorite Things About Fall (Pumpkin Flavors) Gifset by @deathbyathousandcuts

#jen's favorite edits: september 2023 #jen's favorite edits #artists on tumblr #taylor swift #halsey #maisie peters #olivia rodrigo #fall out boy #creators on tumblr

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4rainynite · 1 year

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 7

Cedar & Cerise

Two righteous and creative Rebels coming up!

Cedar and Cerise are Rebels due to despite both having a "happily ever after", Cedar believes in and choice and knows most don't want to follow the road laid out for them, and Cerise is living proof that Headmaster Grimm's rules are nothing but a pile of lies. Both girls want to be true to themselves, making them perfect roommates.

Both girls found creative ways to express themselves, Cedar through her artwork and Cerise through sports. But, Cedar has participated in swimming activities in the books and Cerise loves to bake on her free times. So both teach each other a new thing about their hobby (they should've had Cedar painting with Cerise in the above image).

When Cerise and Cedar were getting fairest those were the only times we saw their rooms, layout of their dorm seems similiar to Lizzie and Duchess's. After rereading the books, I did get an idea of what their dorms may look like.

Cedar's side: Despite being the next Pinocchio Cedar can't lie. As an artist she uses her crafts to express herself.

This is the only image of Cedar's side we ever got in the show. Cedar appears to have a canopy bed and a double vanity that she lets Cerise use.

In the books Cedar is usual covered in paints fromher projects so it wouldn't surprise me if her walls, floor, and furniture had little paint fingerprints on them.

I can see Cedar bringing her own furniture from home or painting over the ones she's got from throne furnishing or thrift stores. Everything has a woody texture or has wood designs on it.

Cedar loves to paint, sketch, puppetry, etc. So, she most likely keeps her art supplies in her room. In the books it said she had a paint box where she keeps her paints and an easel.

Also, seeing how Cedar is a puppet her paints, sandpaper, and etc count as her beauty supplies.

Apperently, Cedar (and Blondie) were supposed to have jewelry boxes like Apple and Raven but were never made. It’s very artsy and it's a shame it was never made.

I can see Cedar framing her artwork on her side of the dorm. Having polaroid pictures of her family, friends, and etc hanging on acorn-shaped fairy lights. And a trash can full of sawdust from her projects and herself.

Cerise's side: As the future Red Riding Hood (and Big Bad Wolf), Cerise has two sides to her that are rarely shown, except to the people she trusts.

This is the only image of Cerise's side we ever got in the show. From what is shown Cerise has a deep woods nature theme to her room.

I do believe Cerise has a canopy bed, but it does not resemble the one in the second image.

With Cerise on many sports teams, she most likely has workout equipment like running shoes, weights, a yoga mat, etc.

Cerise would definitely have a dream catcher like her cousin Ramona (I know they're sisters in the show, and I'll explain why I made them cousins in another headcanon), also I think Cerise has Native American roots in her and is used to reflect her culture.

The middle flooring, wallpaper, and the second curtains are Cerise's.

In one of the quizzies on the website it said that Cerise's side of the room is most likely messy.

Once Cerise's wolf side is revealed she'll add more wolf motifs to her room (we saw that wolf painting). It won't be a wolf cave like Ramona's, but it would be a mixture of both worlds.

I don't know why, but I can picture her with a mini fridge with filled with energy drinks, jerky (can you put jerky in a fridge?), and her mother's pastries.

Also, Cerise travels via shadows so she might rarely use the door to her dorm. At first this freaked Cedar out, one moment she was somewhere else in school the next she's back in there dorm.

EVERAFTERROYAL @darth-alinart, @teatime-with-maddie @everafterhighcaps EAHWIKI ROYALREBELWIKI

#ever after high #eah #everafterhigh #ever after rebel #cerise hood #cedar wood #dorm room #my art

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