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ashiribe · 2 months
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my piece for @marchcapricekh! this is my first year participating. I am happy to be alongside all the lovely art this year!
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atlas9248 · 6 months
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An Oops-all-Derek for World Mental Heath Day, October 10th. Please remember to be kind, to yourself and others <3
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screwpinecaprice · 1 month
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Currently at my sister's place, away from my work set up, away from my WIPs. I do got time to just sit down and do whatever.
Got doodle requests? ✏️✍🏽 Just 'ask em away or dm me!
Note that they will be super messy and colors may not be included.
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altraes · 1 year
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rust
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cordycepsbian · 7 months
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caprice moved to bugaria
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rossoll · 4 months
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dormouse's house... teapot house... mouse house
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inkfrogg · 1 year
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AZLADE NOLLAK
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i finally redesigned this guy
he's so special to me he was one of the first trolls i ever made!! and now he no longer looks like a yassified gamzee!! i love him so much you have no idea.
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readingloveswounds · 9 months
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i will say that the real (academic) reason that tous ceux qui tombent is important is it unmobs the mob and pull the dead from oblivion - Foa has done extensive archival work to put names to both the killers and the killed during the massacre, as well as simply marks the daily life that went on even as destruction was widespread.
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xerayn · 2 years
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March Caprice is back! Only problem is I don't know what to do. Help
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mpkc · 2 months
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SkateNight! by MPKC | Kateecloud (Twitter Link)
This will be my fourth year in participating March Caprice 2024! This drawing took a lot out of me but I got the chance to learn a lot from it! I was originally was just going to draw three but then it just got out of hand. I really liked how the background turned out too!
Anywho, I hope you can enjoy my piece and happy March Caprice!
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vg-k · 23 days
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۶♡ৎ ABOUT ME      🎀  ͡ ꒱ ⠀
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name: secret 🤫 ( I'm just telling you that it starts with "V" and it's a bit strange name, if you want to guess you can try it. )
birthday: October 13
Hobbies: Draw and make paintings, as well as play the violin 🎻.
Nationality: 🇻🇪 & 🇧🇷
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mbti: ENFP
Fav anime: SAO, Ao haru ride, jshk
Am: polite, patient (with people), loving, energetic, friendly, perfectionist, self-centered (although I don't show it), proud (of my abilities), humble 🤨
fav songs: Minami- Kawaki wo ameku
kpop: Berrygood- Angel
classical music: Paganini- 24 caprices
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⏜͡︵ RANDOM DATA ౄ
I am a sensitive person, despite doing everything possible not to show it (I cry over stupid things) 🤠
I am very sociable, I love to talk, mainly about myself and the things I like.
I love animals and children, whenever I can I pet the animals on the street (I don't have a pet).
I have the leadership spirit through the roof, whenever you need someone to command something you can be sure that I will be there 💪🏻
I do not like the color pink ☠
I am married to 15738489975336 fictional characters 😻
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Gracias por leer 💗
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screwpinecaprice · 2 years
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OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN STUCK ON THIS ONE PART FOR TWO DAYS
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ao3cassandraic · 8 months
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Angels, demons, language, and culture: part 3
(Part 1 and Part 2 for those interested.)
"I play an ineffable game of my own devising. For everyone else, it’s like playing poker in a pitch dark room with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won’t tell you the rules and who smiles all the time." --God, Good Omens
This is just. Creepy and awful and so, so wrong for a quasi-omnipotent being. Ugh. Good Omens!God is an abject horror.
But if you're one of the poker players at that table, what do you do? You try to figure out the rules and mark the cards, naturally. Especially if leaving the table only happens via swan dives into burning sulphur, or getting kicked out of the only home you've known into a hostile desert with lions in it. While pregnant, yet.
So, I did a Bat Mitzvah back in the day, as it happens, and my Torah portion was from Deuteronomy. Which is, as I am hardly the first to notice, chockablock full of rules. Good Omens definitely leveraged (rather than inventing) the idea of trying to figure out Her rules and codify them in writing! Note, however, that the Bible per Word of Gaiman is a human thing. Codifying divine rules? Therefore also a human thing, minus I suppose the Ten Commandments -- though I can certainly envision a Good Omens in which Moses was, um, not exactly telling the truth about the source of the tablets; we only really have his word for it.
Angels and demons, who have a low opinion of literacy and just generally don't seem to be very good at it, never did this. We see that Aziraphale, Before the Beginning, has intuitively figured a few rules out: don't question Her, don't comment on (much less critique) Her decisions or designs, don't ever ever piss Her off. The Starmaker hasn't gotten this far, tragically, and our Crowley remains confused throughout the show as to what rule he can possibly have broken that earned him the identity-changing torture She inflicted on him.
Fundamentally, Crowley doesn't want to -- perhaps can't -- believe that She is capricious and cruel. He thinks there are rules, "don't test to destruction" being a major one. We know he's wrong, however. She straight-up told us so, in the quote at the top of this post! Aziraphale, too, knows, though he buries this knowledge as deep under the words "ineffable" and "Great Plan" (there is no Great Plan, She told us so, it's all a game to Her) as he possibly can -- I think as a coping mechanism -- and does his best to avoid drawing Her attention again after the Sword Incident.
But we see angelic and demonic confusion about the rules of Her game again and again. It's at the root of Aziraphale's successful Great Plan/Ineffable Plan hairsplitting at the airbase. It's why Aziraphale has to (with Muriel's help) dig through the contract for Job, and why Gabriel and Michael can't even be arsed to, even revising Job's reward on the fly. They're guessing! They're guessing about the rules based on what they've seen of Her caprices! She likes sevens!
It's how Crowley rules-lawyers the demons into letting the Whickber Street tradespeople go. If there are actual rules of Heaven-Hell engagement -- and there may not be! Crowley's pulled plausible-sounding lies out of his arse before! -- I'll bet you anything you like practically nobody in Heaven or Hell has actually read them. (My top picks for rules-of-engagement authors, if those rules actually do exist, would be Satan and the Metatron.)
And it's why Uriel has to ask the Metatron, as unsure and afraid as Uriel has ever looked in the entire series, whether the remaining archangels have done something wrong. The Metatron's response refuses to clarify what's at issue -- he, like Her, won't tell anybody the rules. If I'm feeling extremely cynical, I think She and he refuse to explain the rules because they're more powerful if there's no rulebook that rank-and-file angels can use to contest them with.
It makes me so sad. The legions of Heaven would assuredly have followed Her rules, if they only knew what those rules were! Fanart of the just-fallen Starmaker routinely breaks my susceptible heart, not least because the commonest expressions on his face are agony, sorrow -- and confusion. It's just all so damn unfair.
Same with Job, and Peter Davison sells it beautifully. Poor Job assumes he must have broken Her rules somehow, and blames himself for not even knowing how. That's totally on Her, though! If Her rules aren't clear enough for righteous Job to be able to trust his own righteousness under a horrible test, that's Her fault, not his!
The closest that Heaven and Hell -- and humanity, for that matter -- have to Her rules is prophecy. I probably don't need to spill many pixels on how vague and confusing prophecy is, how often it's counterfeited, and how pointless it is to try to live your life by (or trying to avoid) true prophecies; prophecies will invariably gotcha you. Good Omens is hardly the first work of literature to point this out. (Try the story of Oedipus. That's a good one. Yeesh. Or, if we want to be all Biblical about it, Moses again.) Agnes Nutter may well be the only genuinely well-meaning prophet in the entire history of prophets! Even so, her book is incredibly bewildering! Generations of her descendants try to figure it out, and mostly they fail -- look at the annotations we see on Anathema's index cards.
So when @thundercrackfic asks me what Aziraphale gets out of books, my first (though not only) answer is "rules for living." Not just rules for living as safely as possible around Her, though -- rules for living among humans, too. I headcanon (and posited in "Endgame") that Aziraphale has been collecting human etiquette manuals as long as humans have been writing etiquette manuals. Codified rules, like the ones in Deuteronomy, likely help him feel more secure.
I think this is also why Muriel characterizes books as portable people. Muriel is trying their sweet adorable best to figure out the Earth rules on the fly, since nobody Upstairs told them (or indeed knows, the Metatron aside) what those rules are. They do have Aziraphale to help them along -- Aziraphale is so much better than Upstairs! he doesn't condescend or insult, he just gently instructs -- but Aziraphale can't teach full-time, he has other things on his plate. So Muriel the scrivener, one of the few angels who would have a clue about literacy due to the nature of their job, gravitates to books and discovers that they too can be gentle and compassionate teachers.
The final question outstanding is how well Aziraphale understands and assimilates human books, especially fiction, especially especially non-literal figures of speech. It's an excellent and complicated question, and I don't think I have The Answer to it, but I'll see what I can do.
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sisaloofafump · 4 months
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Daily Diana #28
I am going issue by issue through Wonder Woman (1987—) and drawing my highlights on a very vague daily schedule.
This was issue 28 and man i am really struggling with colouring. Like a lot. I do know colour theory but im finding it so hard to even begin to implement. But! That's why I'm doing all this :) to learn. This was a lot of fun to do though, espeically the car. I changed its model to a Chevrolet Caprice bc that was the taxi model used in the late 80s in NYC.
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Plus some other colouring variants & the cover of the issue which I really love
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Hi, can I ask for some Sherlock Holmes with a side of spanking and cuddles?
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Title: The Paganini Problem
Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader
Fandom: Enola Holmes series
Word Count: 1.3K
Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him. For @princessphilly, I hope this works!!
Warnings: female!masturbation, spanking, softDom!Sherlock
A/N: I listened to “24 Caprices for Solo Violin, Op. 1, MS 25: No. 24 in A Minor” while writing this, you do not have to. But it is quite good if you like violin and suspenseful music. Also, Enola correctly guesses that Paganini is Sherlock’s favorite composer in the first Enola Holmes film, so like, research! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
Support/Reblog banner by me
Cover Art by me
My Masterlist 
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The sounds of violin wafted through 221B Baker Street. You loved to hear Sherlock play most days. But, today was different. This was day three of a Paganini marathon, which could only mean one thing.
He was stumped on a case. 
A case he refused to talk to you about. No, he could only converse with his beloved violin about it. However, that’s not how you see it. No. 
Your perception? He decided to play instead of paying attention to you. Being the brat that you are, you are determined to make him regard your presence.
You don your tightest bodice and skirt, the deep sapphire one that Sherlock purchased for you as a gift when he asked you to move into Baker Street. He specifically had it tailored to your measurements, showing off your ample bosom and child-bearing hips. 
You make your way from your shared bedroom into the drawing room where Sherlock is playing. His violin is tucked between his chin and shoulder. His left hand bows at a speed that makes the messy curls on his head dance along to the music. His right hand holds the violin at the neck so delicately, it’s almost loving.
You step around several stacks of papers, narrowly missing a tower of books. You remind yourself to have that talk again with Sherlock about the difference between organization and chaos. 
You finally make it to the chair next to his music stand, his eyes never leaving the sheet music. You make sure to sit down in a way that makes a squeak that Sherlock has commented on many a time. He’s actually shown you how to sit so that said squeak does not occur. You remarked that he could just get rid of the chair, to which he replied that you can sit elsewhere if you’re going to complain.
No reaction. 
You seethe, watching as he continues with 24 Caprices. You kick over the music stand and the sheets dance gracefully to the floor.
Nothing.
He simply closes his eyes and plays from memory. He plays it perfectly, of course. Paganini is his favorite composer, after all. He would know it forward and backward.
You were growing impatient, running out of options for how to get this man’s attention. Until it hit you. The idea was just ridiculous enough to work. It would be depravity in polite society, sure. But clever enough to get him to at least acknowledge your presence. And that would be enough.
You get up from the chair and make your way over to the chaise lounge. Arranging a few pillows to rest your head upon, you then lie down and pull your skirt up enough to get to your drawers. You pull them down and toss them out of the way, Sherlock being none the wiser as he continues playing.
You let your hand wander down to your folds, already slick with the frustration of being untouched for days. You allow yourself time to tease, playing with your swollen bud before dipping lower to enter a single finger within yourself. A sigh escapes your lips as you explore your inner walls. As another finger joins the first, Sherlock’s name falls from your lips.
Sherlock’s sense of smell is what pulls him out of his hyperfocus. He smells your arousal as he hears his name in the air. In an instant, his fixation becomes all about you.
He places down his violin and bow next to the fallen music stand, not putting it right-side up. Not bothering to be quiet, as your moans now fill the room louder than his playing did, he stalks over to you and clears his throat loudly.
Your hand stills and you open one eye looking up at your husband. The look on his face of disappointment is enough to cause heat to flare behind your cheeks. Then, his face changes to that of…impatience?
“Well? Are you going to finish then? Or must I intervene?” Sherlock’s words have a bite to them, and you can’t say you’re surprised. Well, you are stunned he is offering to help.
At least you were under the impression that he is offering to help. And that is why he is the expert detective and you are...well, not.
Before you can ask for assistance, Sherlock is lifting you off the chaise and throws you over his shoulder. He takes you into the bedroom and set you down on your feet before sitting on the edge of the bed. 
He points to you and beckons you with a curved finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You begin to sit next to him, but he blocks your path.
“I don’t believe bad girls get to sit down next to Sir. Over my knee with yourself, girl. You’re going to practice your counting. And don’t make me repeat myself.” Sherlock’s voice is stern and you involuntarily gulp before settling your middle across his lap.
Sherlock pulls up your skirt so it rests along your back and the cool air of the room produces gooseflesh along your bare bottom and legs. No sooner do you register that feeling does the first blow land. You grunt as Sherlock’s hand grazes the skin of your left cheek.
“One, Sir!” You cry out, surprised at the white-hot heat of the smack.
“Good girl,” he praises.
He raises his hand again. He waits until your ass relaxes and brings down his hand upon your right cheek. This time harder than the first.
“Two, Sir!” You shout, the sting radiating through you.
“Good girl, I think you deserve one more though,” Sherlock informs you and you nod, “Use your words, girl. Do you deserve another?”
“Yes, Sir, I deserve another,” you whimper, clenching your thighs to try and gain some sort of friction.
“I wholeheartedly agree, my dear,” he laughs, punctuating his sentiment with one last swat to your left cheek.
“Three, Sir!” You gasp, clutching onto Sherlock’s pant leg as his hand finds its way between your legs to find you soaked.
“That’s my good girl, look how soaked you are for me. I bet you’re right on the edge. All you need is one…last…push,” Sherlock plunges two fingers into your sodden cunt and expertly finds your inner bundle of nerves. He massages it while praising you for taking your punishment so well. “You’ve been so good for me, my love. You take all the attention you need, girl.”
Before long, you are clenching around Sherlock’s fingers and he is working you through your orgasm with his skilled fingers. You send thanks to the heavens for marrying a man who understands the female anatomy. 
As you come down, Sherlock pulls down your skirt. He pulls a pillow from the bed for you to sit on as he turns you around in his lap. He kisses your forehead and presses your head down to lean on his shoulder, resting his head upon yours. 
“Now, my dear little one. Care to explain what that little show was for?” His voice is calm as his arms wrap around you, holding you flush to him as he rocks a bit back and forth.
“I hate it when you’re stuck on a case, you don’t pay any attention to your wife, my love,” You don’t attempt to hide the sorrow in your voice.
“You’re so right. I’ve neglected my dearest. She even had to turn to her own ministrations in the wake of my absence,” he pulls back and looks down at you, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “As frustrating as a case may be, it is no excuse to ignore you. I promise you, my love, it will not happen again. You have my word.”
“Thank you, Sherlock,” you twirl your finger around a curl of his hair and watch it spring back, “I love you.”
“And I love you, dear one. Now, shall we solve this case, Mrs. Holmes?”
“That we shall, Mr. Holmes.”
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chimera-crew · 2 months
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HAPPY MARCH CAPRICE YALL! i actually drew something for this a while ago! i miiiight try to post more art consistently or post about my OCs or something? especially given that i do have something in the works, but for now, enjoy sora!
i had the idea of this being sora returning to the secret place after KH3 and adding in all sorts of additions from the new adventures he had, and especially the new friends he made! this was my first time making such a fancy background by hand instead of using some photo editing magic, and it may not be much, but i'm incredibly proud of how it came out!
(see if you can figure out who and what all the drawings are if you want! i had so much fun adding in everything >:3)
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