#and he's fancy as fuck

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more of the dapper lad! i Cannot get him out of my brain

#i sit down to draw dragons and/or ocs and OOPS my hand slipped its wally #hes so. bites him bites him bites him #but affectionately <3 #but also with affectionate intent to maim <3 #every time i feel like my feelings about him are starting to level out to a normal baseline.... #....i feel a heart squeeze and im back to insanity #welcome home #scribble garnish #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #also i am once again imaging that he is modeling for sally #this is alternatively titled 'consistency? dont know her' #his hair confuses me so much #no matter how many times i look at references or draw him it still baffles me #which way does it curl? how does it floof? fuck if i know! #yknow before i drew this i set out with the intent to put Other neighbors in schmancy outfits #and then i saw that colorblock shirt. and it all went downhill #its 2 am now. #i spent a solid hour making a fancy background but i scrapped it bc it was Too Much

[xzcopycat]

I love how Oswald gets a charity dress up after every failed murder attempt on his person. The attire gets progressively worse.

#Oswald’s own wardrobe: fancy tailored three piece suits #Oswald’s wardrobe after he almost dies (again): whatever the fuck this is #i’m right and you know it #Oswald is a fashion disaster #the grandma coat over the Arkham uniform always cracks me up #gotham oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot #Gotham #gotham penguin #dc comics #my art

[lazylittledragon]

i'm headcanoning that gale proposes to tav so fast because he wants the reassurance of stability and also because calling them his boyfriend/girlfriend/etc would somehow be Mortifying for him

#ramble #bg3 #in a feeling like a teenager kind of way #he likes his fancy words #he would 100% skirt around it like 'this is my beloved' etc etc #and then cyra meets mama dekarios for the first time and immediately says 'hello i'm his Girlfriend' and he's dead before he hits the floor #i'm playing some gale origin right now and he calls a potential partner a 'sweetheart' which is fucking adorable

[sparrow-in-boots]

"John is not Yellow. He’s gold, Arthur."

#fullbody ref for John cus he's so fucking special to meeeeee #malevolent #malevolent podcast #john doe #john doe malevolent #john malevolent #character design #digital art #pardal does art #my favorite character design style is “laundry chair” #baby boy can fit so many fancy renaissance and medieval hats #it's a chaperon an escoffion coil a cowl a mantle a scarf #also he can haz all the arms. as a treat.

[bizarreandjarring]

harrier if you didn’t want this to be romantic why did you wear your most boobylicious shirt ???

#answer the question harry #shoutout to alex brainrotdotorg for helping me with the dialogue options :3 #i haven’t been that active so i’m just like *drops this like a hot potato and runs from the room* #i think i’d pick 3 or 5 #man i STRUGGLED with this piece #i literally went to outback steakhouse and got a bloomin onion with a friend as research for this #i tried like 5 different versions before i got a drawing i didn’t despise #it’s been an uphill battle making this stupid fucking comic #i’m gonna cry myself to sleep now #my art #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #oh also kim is drinking a dr pepper and harry is drinking a fancy juice. in case you were wondering #he loves juice. he’s just like me

[spicy-tsunami]

he’d definitely go out of his way to find the stupidest graphic tees

#sans #underfell #suggestive #idiot #he’s so pleased with himself #imagine he’s on a fancy date or something #he wouldn’t give a fuck and just show up #wavey art

[mayasaura]

I'M GONNA KILL YOU MYSELF YOU SUICIDE-FAKING SON OF A BITCH. RIGHT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE POLICE STATION

#let him have it Nick!!!! #how long did he let you think he was dead??? #no court would convict you if you strangled him with his fancy cravat #revealing himself in public like it no big deal #and he was here to talk to his sister!! nothinf to do with Nick #add insult to injury #that said I am so fucking stealing this line for Harrow #maya plays ace attorney #ace attorney #suicide cw

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

“That Martha must’ve done you good”

“She did yeah she…. was a doctor a medical doctor, she got trapped in the 1913’s as a maid to keep the me safe, she faced racism, she was hit on by shakespeare, she was kidnapped and held hostage, she fought the daleks, she flew the TARDIS, she watched the creation of stonehenge, she went to the end of the universe, she discovered Atlantis, she met the last humans on earth, she watched as her whole family was held hostage by the master, she was held in a concentration camp, she formed a rebellion. She walked the earth she saved my life She fancied me”

#i’ve always hated ten for that #martha jone was incredible #and he narrowed her down to a crush #doctor who #tenth doctor #dr martha jones #martha jones deserved better #nu who #nu who s3 #doctor who companions #donna noble #freema agyeman #david tennet #she fancied me #bitch she could of had anyone #did he fail to see how many people fancied HER on their travels #fucking shakespeare tried to pull her #TOM ELLIS rebelled against the government for her #ten was vain #anyway #stan martha jones #lmao ok bye

[monarchamos]

thinking abt an au where dazai convinces chuuya to ditch the pm and join the ada and he gives chuuya his trench coat bc "its tradition for new recruits to receive a piece of clothing from the person who brought them in"

also chuuya totally has to hem it and it STILL is nearly floor-length and he has to actually tie its belt and it goes off his shoulders (yk like that one official art that everyone loves you know the one)

dazai's like “chuuya you dont actually have to wear it if it really is too big we literally have a 21 cm height diff i understand”

but chuuya is so adamant on wearing it bc its the first sign he's gone into the light and it reminds him of detective murase and its a gift from dazai he can't just not wear the oversized trench coat

UPDATE: I drew it

#chuuya walks into the office on the first day and kunikida goes “dazai why is the missing mafia executive in our office WEARING YOUR COAT?” #and yosano is giving him this smug ass look like “oh they fucked” and ranpo starts a betting pool abt it #also chuuya has a red shirt like how dazai has a blue shirt bc they really do be the red/blue gays #i need to post the design one of these days bc im insane #also chuuya still keeps his hat bc he tried to give it back to verlaine but verlaine's all like no chuuya you should keep it #also he keeps his hat bc i couldnt take away chuuya being called mr fancy hat by ranpo #verlaine is so happy his little brother is living a good human life he even helps his escape #bsd #soukoku #bsd au #dazai drags chuuya into the ada au

[frnkiebby]

i’m so far gone~🎃

#if you guys haven’t guessed it already #it’s very much a Frank’s Smile appreciation day today #i’m just a fuckin sap today #and back to waxing poetic about his hair~ #i fucking love him with longer hair #like i loved his short styles just as much #but Frank with longer hair just hits different #even though in this frimage he desperately needs to wash it #i would totally wash his hair for him #get him at one of those fancy salon sinks #i bet that’s his fave part of getting his hair done #honestly who doesn’t love that part #frnkiebby #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[thecrowsart]

"Shuuichi-san, long time no see."

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #horrible exorcists #the way he was just fucking chilling under there #natori was totally expecting an ayakashi and then boom. matoba jumpscare #'oh shuuichi-san fancy seeing you here' #like uh....what are YOU doing in THERE? #i know he was spying on the meeting lol but what a way to do it #also sorry i could not identify what he was holding in the manga so i just made it a fruit tart #cant believe i had to draw sneakers for this...tch

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

somewhat satisfied with this... pretty butterfly man...

#didnt want to diverge too drastically from his canon palette #but butterflies never retain their caterpillar colors so. blue-green & pink howdy supremacy #and a lot of butteflies have black bodies/legs and also dark gradients on arms/hands Absolutely Fucks #so he gets fancy black gradients! and cool wings! #his wings were a Bitch to do ngl #also fluff... butterfly fluff... #in my mind the back of his hindwings have big ol eyespots on em & smaller ones on the forewings #which you can kind of see #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #howdy pillar #yassified howdy <3 #i didnt have to make him pink. but i did. for all of our sakes. #pink/teal is The color combo no i dont take criticism. im right. #its like the bad bitch version of red/blue #WAIT IMPORTANT QUESTION. googling if butterfly fluff is soft #probably... ive always been too scared of hurting them to pet the ones ive caught/held #theyre not as sturdy as moths or bees. both of which are very soft and i wish they were dog-sized #so i could have a honeybee pet. #GETTING OFF TOPIC ONCE AGAIN #howdy Is very sturdy tho! so it'd be totally safe to- #actually yknow what im gonna stop right there

[moongothic]

Going back to this thing briefly

When adapting this chapter into an episode Toei did not explain nor demonstrate to us what the fuck that spike was (instead they gave us Sables #378545), so we're no closer to finding out what kinda new moves Crocodile might have up his sleeve, whether that really was a Haki-infused sand spike or what

But when I was checking the melting point of sand out of curiosity (to figure out if Crocodile has a fighting chance against Akainu, which in theory he does because Akainu isn't hot enough to melt sand (in theory)), I was reminded of the fact that sand is mostly made of silica

Or, in other words, quartz. Sand is, on average, made of crystal. Of course, sand is also made of other things and other minerals (not just quartz), but if we wanted to assume Croc's DF is made of one element and one element alone, then let's just assume it's 100% silica, right

And now I can't help but to wonder now though

Could Crocodile have learned a new technique where he somehow compresses and hardens his sand so much it can turn into large, solid crystals? Or more specifically, sharp pointy stabby weapons to murder people with? 'Cause. How fucking cool would that be

Also considdering how much Crocodile likes his bling, being able to form crystals to murder people with would arguably be on-brand for him

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #OP Spoilers #HashtagGiveCrocodileGaudyBlingAttacks2024 #Don't get me wrong I do want him to have Haki too #I just. If he could infuse his elemental attacks with Haki that would be broken as fucking hell and too fucking OP let's be real #'Cause it would mean all the other Logia users should be able to do the same and that's. Oh man that would be broken as hell #But if Crocodile did just learn a new fancy trick that's unique to his Logia then that would be cool as hell and exclusively power HIM up #(Also it would be in-character since Crocodile's supposed to keep on improving his abilities and not stagnate etc etc) #Only counter argument is that if he was able to form crystals (or glass) by compressing his sand enough like. What would be the benefit #Because sure he'd be able to form solid objects that way but solid objects can be broken and shattered #Where as the sand is just. Sand. #Like if he attacked with a crystal blade you could stop the attack because it's a solid object and/or break the blade #But if it's sand then it's not a solid mass the same way. You can't stop it or break it the same way #Although crystals could be more reliable in a wet environment or like. If it was really windy???????? IDK #There's potential for something cool here that's for sure. Oda please I just want to see Crocodile murder some people!! Release the husband

[cuubism]

Okay but AFTER Dream dramatically storms into Desire's realm yelling "WTF did you do to Hob" I can't imagine Desire just...ignored that. They 100% had to go check out this human and see what is so interesting that Dream is all twisted up in knots over him. Can very much picture Desire swanning into the New Inn in their craziest Lady Gaga outfit already drinking a cosmopolitan and introducing themselves to Hob. Because Desire realises that rather than plotting Dream's downfall they can fuck with Dream INFINITELY more by bothering his immortal crush. It's the sibling instinct.

oh. they DEFINITELY will. and like. eventually dream explains his whole thought process, and the fact that desire has fucked with him in the past (hob: dear god why is your family so fucked up), and dream is basically like: DO NOT. ENGAGE WITH DESIRE. IF THEY TRY TO TALK TO YOU. just call me (he still does not have a phone so unclear how this will work) and i'll kick their ass.

critical point: dream did not in any way tell hob how to IDENTIFY DESIRE.

---

The person who struts -- it's really the only word Hob can think of -- over to the bar at the New Inn makes him uneasy, though he can't say why. Hob is not made uncomfortable easily, he's lived too long and been in too many scrapes to feel intimidated in his own pub, of all places.

But something about them makes his hackles rise. The eyes, maybe. They're too cunning.

But he's not in the habit of throwing people out on looks so he just offers a tight smile and says, "Get you something?"

He's tending bar himself, today. Gives him something to do between terms. And he finds himself strangely grateful to have the bar between him and his strange customer as they slide onto one of the bar stools.

"Cosmo, please," they say, voice like sugar halfway to caramelizing, a bit of pop and smoke in the smooth glide.

This is a bit of an odd drink selection for eleven in the morning, but Hob has, at various points in his life though thankfully no longer, done lines of cocaine before even having breakfast, so he really has no pedestal from which to judge.

"Coming right up."

The bar at the New Inn is well-stocked nowadays. Used to be, they served mainly beer and wine, nothing fancy. Then Hob made the horrible mistake of promising his students an end of term cocktail-making class if they came to all the exam review sessions -- because he does actually know how to make drinks, he's been alive for six centuries, thanks very much -- and now it's become a thing and he's stuck doing it forever.

Then Dream took to his drinks, and alcohol is no substitute for food but getting Dream to eat or drink anything is a bloody miracle, so if that anything is the bougiest mixture of alcohols Hob can come up with, well--

Actually. Actually that might be worse than nothing at all.

Makes Dream happy though, so what is Hob to do? Keep ordering luxardo cherries and elderflower liqueur until he outlives them, that's what.

He finishes shaking the drink under the heavy gaze of his guest and pours, sliding it across the table to them.

Hob feels like he's being sized up by a predator as they take a long, delicate sip. The color of the drink matches the pink of their blazer. Hob is struggling to recall if said blazer was actually pink when they arrived.

"Ah. You mix a good drink, Hob Gadling," they say, propping their head on their hand, looking a him from under their lashes, and, ah, so that's what this is.

Hob leans on the bar. "What sort of... entity are you, then?"

Their whole face brightens in what Hob thinks is delight. "Oh! So you are a perceptive one. Get a lot of entities in here, do you, Robert?"

"'Bout as many as can be expected. That's not an answer."

They pout. "Neither is yours. And can't a being just pop by the local speakeasy for a drink without being interrogated?"

"Seems a little unfair that you know my name, and I don't know yours," Hob points out. "Names have power, and so on, isn't that the thing?"

His guest studies him. "You are both far more normal and far less normal than I'd been expecting. Fascinating."

Um.

Before Hob is forced to respond to that, the door swings open to reveal Dream, shrouded in darkness and nighttime and vibrating with electrical fury. Shadows crawl up the windows. All the lights in the inn flicker out.

Oh boy.

"I," Dream says, each word a thunderclap, shining gaze fixed on Hob's guest at the bar, "Explicitly. Forbade. You. From. Interfering."

"What are you going to do, hit me?" taunts the other entity, leaning back on their stool, drink balanced in one hand.

Hob looks back and forth between them, wondering if he should fetch a weapon. He keeps a cricket bat here somewhere, surely...

"Dream, love," he says, once he's decided it's better to try to deescalate the situation rather than introducing further weaponry, "your usual?"

Dream nods, stalking over to the bar. His gaze flits briefly to Hob, softening, before snapping right back to the other being.

"I see you remain incapable of heeding a warning," he says, all ice.

"It's not really part of my nature," they say. "I see it, I like it... well, you get it."

Oh. Oh no.

Cautiously, Hob slides his drink over to Dream. Without breaking eye contact with... Desire? it must be, and thanks, Dream, for the complete lack of description, Dream picks up his drink and downs the whole thing in one long swallow.

Ooooooh boy.

"Desire," Hob says, and they perk up at his realization of their name, looking over at him, "might be better if you were going now."

Desire lets out a frustrated huff. "Ugh, of course. I certainly don't want to upset 'ole Nightmare here."

"You certainly don't want my fist in your jaw," Hob says, more audible threat in it than he intends -- but he remembers Dream's halting confession, about how often love had turned out to be manipulation, and he thinks he should be congratulated on his restraint, actually.

Desire just laughs, and-- ah, Hob is starting to see that there's no winning with this one. Even and especially when you haven't agreed to the game.

"I suppose I'll be going then, before the fists start flying." They slide out of their seat and glide towards the door, waving. "Nice meeting you, Robert! I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again, soon."

I don't doubt it, Hob thinks.

They take their drink with them. Hob's not feeling particularly inclined to chase down that glass.

Dream still hasn't moved. He stares after Desire, empty glass about to crack in his grip.

"Dream?"

"I said that you should call for me," Dream says, the ghost of words.

With what means, exactly? Hob thinks. Damned enigmatic shadow of a man. "You didn't tell me who to look out for."

"Oh." Dream finally snaps out of his daze. "Yes. I apologize."

"Come sit down."

Hob fetches a glass of water and drags Dream over to their usual booth, pushing the water into his hands. "Drink that."

Dream stares down at it. "Why?"

"Because you just chugged a drink you usually sip for hours. Drink."

"I will not get drunk unless I choose to," Dream says.

"Have you tested that?" Hob asks.

Dream's brows furrow. "...No."

"Then let's not do that now. Drink. Come on."

Dream sips at the water. "I am sorry," he says, slowly, "about Desire."

"And I'm sorry I didn't actually punch them," Hob says, making Dream look up at him in surprise. "Well. Sort of. Wouldn't want to make it worse."

A smile tugs at Dream's lips. "You would... defend my honor?"

"Always," Hob vows. "I'd defend you. Don't care if the devil himself has it out for you."

"That may well happen," Dream says.

Hob stares at Dream. Dream stares back.

"Oh," Hob says, or maybe just hopes, "you're making a joke."

"No," says Dream. "Lucifer and I are on poor terms at the moment. She may seek revenge."

Hob keeps staring at him. Dream meets his gaze evenly.

Hob scrubs his hands through his hair. "Lucifer and you..."

Why was it always like this?

When he looks up again, Dream is smirking at him. "You're a menace," Hob tells him. "One day, you're going to give me the full rundown of everyone who has beef with you so I can be prepared."

"That will be a long list," Dream says.

"Of course it is," Hob sighs.

Dream takes his hand as if he can comfort Hob through all of the insane interactions he's sure to have with strange beings in the near future. The worst thing is, it works. Hob squeezes his hand and immediately remembers why he's willing to do anything for him.

"I'd go to Hell for you," he says. "I'd prefer not to, though, if it's all the same."

"That is my preference as well," says Dream.

There's a lot Hob would do for Dream. It's probably unhealthy. But what's the point of living six hundred years if you're going to spend it all being healthy, anyway.

"Why do so many people have problems with you, anyway?" Hob asks.

Hob knows. Hob fucking knows why.

Dream pouts. "Matthew tells me my social skills are 'less than adequate.'"

That's one way to phrase 'you act like an arrogant dick 85% of the time.' Matthew should receive a medal for his tact.

Hob loves that arrogant dick, though, God fucking damn him.

"All the more reason to get me that list, then," Hob says. "Maybe we can prevent you from creating an interdimensional incident."

"Will you accomplish this by threatening to punch them in the face?" Dream asks, completely neutral.

"Okay, you know what? Fair," Hob admits, and Dream chuckles. "Perhaps neither of us is cut out for diplomacy. The point, though, is: of course I'd defend you. I love you."

Dream kisses the back of his hand. As if he's only just now realized what he's done to Hob's pub, the lights all flicker back on.

"Thank Christ, I thought I was going to have to replace all those bulbs."

"Do you think I would do that to you?" Dream says with a tiny smile, Hob's hand still pressed to his lips.

You've done worse than that to me, Hob thinks. Better, too. So much better.

"No, love," he says, "I know you wouldn't."

#hob just feeding dream fancy cocktails with one hand while he fights off lucifer with a bat with the other #'it's rotten work' 'YEAH IT SURE FUCKING IS' #this got so meandering this has no structure at all #in my head dream is the type of person who will only drink like. elevated stuff. like he is not just casually drinking pints at the pub #u feel me. and he never gets drunk. u will only catch him with an elaborate expensive cocktail or a fine red wine #or a glass of truly ancient scotch #dream's drink of choice at the new inn is a vieux carre not that it matters in the slightest #dreamling #dreamling fic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #desire of the endless #the sandman #my writing #ask #merytsetesh

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

GUYS GUYS GUYS PART 2

PLEASE ZOOM IN IT LOOKS BETTER WHEN YOU ZOOM IN

#FUCKING FINALLY IT TOOK SO LONG #asoiaf #fan art #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf fanart #asoiaf art #selwyn tarth #edric dayne #ned dayne #ellaria sand #asha greyjoy #I TOLD YOU SELWYN IS A FANCY GUY #HE WEARS A LOT OF GEMS #don't ask me when that scar happened idk #i hc he's a sailor so maybe while sailing #dorne eyeshadow>>>> #ironborn eyeshasow>>>> #i gave ned dayne dimples uwu #selwyn looks like nasrettin hoca #my art.

[the-acid-pear]

I wonder if the fact that Jack is always called out for smelling funny but Dave is never despite both being undead has to do with them rotting in different ways or if it's just because Jack has dogshit hygiene and Dave doesn't.

#luly talks #dsaf #dsaf jack #dsaf dave #dave miller #jack Kennedy #i love the idea of jack just being stinky tho and dave somehow being fucking Not it's so funny #like at the very least we know Dave took one (1) shower. we never saw Jack do that much 🙄 #i do wonder how the resurrection *but it refused #shit works bc Jack is alive bc Fredbear hyped him and shit #but we never saw Dave dying we don't know whta he saw what he heard what he felt #he never talks about it as far as i remember only Henry does #and he just says the guy didnt want to let go #maybe having a soul stuck to you just prevents the rotting which is why davetrap is so fucking gone since Dave let go? #of course jack doesn't have blackjack so he just never stopped rotting #the jack won't bathe theory is funny but i think i fancy the later more