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[cattis-nails]

This took a lot longer than I thought for a pretty mediocre result lol. I should have put a base color under the glitter but I'm 🌈dumb🌈✨. Oh well it's still cute.

Holo Flake is Mermaid Magic by L.A. Colors

White is Artic Freeze by Morgan Taylor

Colors were made with liquid highlighters

Also my baby kitty William wouldn't stop trying to nuzzle my hand while I was taking pictures so here's his first guest appearance.

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[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish is another jelly sandwich! While not my usual vibe, I ended up really enjoying this combination of a pale lavender jelly with a silver flakey topper. It was just so delicate and ethereal and pretty. 😍 When I first put this on I had it glossy, but this morning I added a matte topcoat and I think I might actually like it matte (middle picture) even more. 😱 I would definitely wear this combo again. This is Silver Flake Taco from Holo Taco with Lavender Sky from Cirque Colors.

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[alishadearnails]

It’s time for fall! The top 4 pictures are manicures I have already done this year, using some of the cremes from the Holo Taco Tea Collection and Shady Navy and Silver Flake Taco, along with the new shades from The Safiya Collection that I had to get some cute pictures with. The bottom pictures are from last year, mostly just playing around with my new polishes (and longer nails, RIP 😭) and also the nails I had for my Mimikyu costume for Halloween. I’ll definitely be doing more fall manis, but I was not able to grab the new Fall Cremes and they have sold out, some I’m hoping when the Black Friday Sale hits, they will be back and I can snag them then.

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[viralarcadian]

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[divinedice]

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[divinemissem13]

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Winter, 2377

My childhood home shimmers into existence before me. Actually, I’m the one shimmering into existence, but it’s all about perspective. 

The house looks exactly like it has in my memory for all these years: two steps up to the wraparound porch, a wooden swing near the door, white wooden shutters that frame each window, and the dark green door that flings wide open as I approach. A reddish-brown ball of fur shoots out of the house, across the porch, down those two steps, and barrels right into me. 

I lose my balance and suddenly I’m sitting on the hard, half-frozen ground, but I don’t feel the cold at all because Molly - my Molly - has her paws on my chest and is licking my face like it’s covered in peanut butter. 

I used to watch those holos - of dogs reuniting with their owners after years apart - with a healthy dose of skepticism. I always thought they must be rigged somehow, or maybe the owner hadn’t really been away all that long. For seven years, I never dared let myself hope that I might be in for such a greeting, and yet here I am, my face covered in dog slobber and my own tears and all because Molly remembers me. 

She starts to settle and for the first time, I realize we are being watched. My mother leans against the door frame with a smile on her face and a steaming mug of something (coffee, I hope) in her hand. I’ve seen her since arriving, of course, at Starfleet headquarters and over com calls, but the vision of her now completes the image of home that I have carried in my mind's eye for so long. My heart swells with gratitude as I stand, brush myself off, reshoulder my Starfleet-issue duffle bag, and walk up the two steps to meet her. 

“Welcome home, Katie,” she beams as she palms one of my cheeks and presses a kiss to the other. In one fluid motion, she has taken the duffle, pressed the coffee mug into my hand, and turned me back towards the yard where Molly waits. “Go on,” she nudges, and I do. 

The sky is a soft gray and although it has not snowed yet, I’m sure it will soon. I can smell it in the air. I’ve missed that smell.

I walk the well-known path that leads around the house and down the hill past my thinking spot under an old oak tree. Eventually, the path will curve back towards the house so there is no chance of me losing my way this time. I stop at the oak and run a hand over its rough bark, grip the worn down knots in the trunk that I used to use for climbing. That tree has borne witness to so many important moments in my life and today is no different. Even the barren branches seem like arms welcoming me home. 

Molly runs ahead and waits in turns, barking to encourage me to hurry up or I’ll miss the incredible blade of grass she’s found or the occasional flake of snow whirling around her head on the breeze. I reach down to scratch behind her ears every chance I get, and not just because her soft fur warms my cold hands. 

The house comes back into view and I see my mother sitting on the porch swing under a blanket, waiting for us to return. I climb the two steps again with Molly close at my heels. Mom lifts a corner of the blanket in invitation and I snuggle in next to her and rest my head on her shoulder, just like I used to when I was little. Molly curls up at my feet and the three of us look out at the yard and watch the flurries that have now started to fall in earnest. Mom wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. 

It is good to be home.

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[imreadydollparts]

Interlude: Doll/Pony Tinsel Types and Why I Hate Them.

Still working on that box of ponies, so nothing to queue at the moment.

Anyway, I have a love/hate relationship with tinsel. It’s pretty, sparkly, and shiny but it’s unruly and difficult to manage.

There are 3 main types of tinsel that I know of, though I do NOT know their official names. I don’t even have any of my least favorite in my stash.

I do have mylar, and two different foils:  faceted holo and smooth.

My least favorite, and thankfully one I don’t see too often:

This type of tinsel, shown here on a Deluxe Disney Store 17in Singing Rapunzel and a Fashion Star Fillies Bobbie (this is also Monster High G1 Cleo’s tinsel) is a very thin, fragile strip of metallic foil that’s tightly twisted with a bundle of equally fragile (I think nylon) strings because the strings have short fibers that are twisted together like tiny yarn.

When it’s new, it has a beautiful, light-catching sparkle. It also lays and behaves more like hair, though it doesn’t take a curl well.

However, the more it’s touched, brushed, or combed, the more it falls apart. The Rapunzel example shows the strands separating pretty well.

The foil will get stretched free from the strings and break, the string will shred, and you end up with a lot of loose, broken bits in your comb.

It also tangles easily, and does NOT untangle easily.

I dislike trying to work with this type, because it cannot be flat ironed smooth because it’s twisted, and most of it is lost in the repair process.

Bobbie ended up with only some short bits left after all of the broken string and foil were removed from the tangle.

My favorite for aesthetics, but not great for styling (not that any of them are great for styling):

I love the look of mylar tinsel. It’s holo and works with most hair colors without being overtly visible (like, the tinsel is clear so it won’t affect the visual color of the hair, just add sparkle) if you don’t mind your sparkle being predominately green. You’ll see it a lot on G3 MLP.

This type of tinsel is more resilient and can stretch a bit before breaking. It also holds up relatively well to combing, other than it’s penchant for curling when combed.

Bit it is UNRULY and gets very messy with play.

Look at this Barbie (photo from Mandarake):

While this tinsel CAN be restored (flat irons well on the same settings as nylon hair), it will curl up again immediately the first time you brush or comb it.

It likes to stick up and, despite liking to curl on it’s own, does not like to BE curled. It likes to do it’s own thing.

The third type which I am rather neutral about:

Foil! This is the tinsel most often used in G1 MLP.

It is pretty, shiny, smooth, metallic, comes in tons of colors (both flat colors and the faceted holo type I showed earlier), and is relatively resilient to play though you can easily pluck out individual strands.

It’s downside is that it crunckles and when it crunkles, it looks and feels horrible.

Before I started working on ponies I’d see people saying that you can’t really FIX this type and to uncrunkle foil tinsel, you pull on it to stretch it out. The only problem I have with that is that it can only be stretched so far or so many times before it loses it’s ability to stretch any more. When stretched, this tinsel does NOT bounce back. It stays stretched.

I have discovered that you can, in fact, fix it. It also flat irons on the same heat setting as nylon.

The only issue I’ve run into with fixing this type of tinsel is that sometimes the colored coating flakes off leaving a bare silver color behind. That has happened very rarely.

#my little pony #monster high #barbie #mlp #doll hair #tinsel hair #fairy hair #doll repair

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[downrightembarassing]

Little Liar

Aka Disguised as a man, you join the Ravagers. It’s all going well until the Captain finds out.

Dub-con/non-con, F/M, reader insert filth.

I wanted to write Yondu more like how he is in the first movie, definitely not a nice guy and willing to take pretty much whatever he wants. Consent isn’t a thing so be warned. Reader enjoys it eventually.

———————————————————————

It was going well. No one suspected a thing.

You’d been a rookie crew member on the Elector for two weeks now, slowly getting the hang of shipboard life. It wasn’t easy work, and the crew was hell of newbies, but you kept your head down and ignored the men for the most part. At first they teased, but that got old quick enough and you’re pretty much ignored unless someone’s shouting an order at you. Rookies were expected to be seen and not heard, you weren’t allowed to develop a personality until you got your flames. Two of the other new crew members you’d been hired with had spent extended stays in the brig for mouthing off and you had no wish to join them. Staying quiet and unnoticed suited you just fine, most of the men didn’t even know your name and couldn’t pick you out of a lineup.

These qualities were essential given the fact you’re a woman.

A woman so desperate to get off the trash heap plant she was dumped on she signed up with a Ravager crew. An all male crew. Who didn’t allow women onboard.

The ruse ended up being relatively easy. Bind your breasts, tuck your hair up, wear extra baggy maroon leathers, and embrace the thick layer of filth that covered the ship and the Ravagers themselves. Get your work done quickly and efficiently, don’t mess up, stay away when everyone’s drinking, and draw no attention to yourself. Survive a couple months like this and disappear the next time the ship puts into a promising looking city.

Slowly walking back to your bunk, basically a pile of rags in the darkest corner of the barracks, you groan. The original coating of dirt and grease had been easy, just enough smeared in the right places to sharpen up the feminine curves of your face. It had fooled the recruiter and gotten you through the interview with the first mate. Now you’re covered in it, the coating on your skin feels so thick it could crack and flake off in layers. You’ve never felt so disgusting.

Checking your wrist holo, you see it’s late. Cleaning gun barrels had taken a lot longer than expected and it’s well past the normal time you’d turn it. You grimace, the job had taken so long because one of your fellow rookies was back in the brig again. He’d vomited after a night of drinking and splashed some on the first mate’s boots. He was going to be in there a long time.

You grimace again. The first mate…and the Captain. Two men you’ve gone out of your way to avoid. First mate Kraglin Obfonteri is tall, lean, tattooed, and has the sharp eyes of a predator. His calculating gaze would see through your disguise, you’re sure of it. And the Captain…

Captain Yondu Udonta is the last man on the ship you want to take an interest in you. You’ve seen him striding through his ship, shouting orders, and once landing back in the hangar from a mission with blood splashed on his boots. He is ruthless, any sign of disrespect is punished harshly. The crew respect him, but it’s a respect completely based in fear. Strong, solidly built, and carries himself with an air of authority no one ignores. In your short time on this ship he hadn’t used his Yakka arrow, but the crew whispered stories around their drinks of its devastating abilities. His piercing red eyes miss nothing and you’re thankful he doesn’t have time for rookies.

Worrying about the Captain while wandering takes you past a communal shower block. You’re SO filthy….it’s really late…..you haven’t seen another soul…….most of the crew prefers to stay disgusting anyway…..your steps slow. A quick, very quick, shower couldn’t hurt. There’s enough grime on your leathers to disguise your face again once you’re done. Decision made you check the hallway once more, and duck inside.

The showers, like the rest of the ship, are filthy. Peeking past mildewed curtains you choose a stall furthest from the door and marginally cleaner than most. For added safety you step inside, aiming the nozzle against the wall, and strip quickly. Hanging your leathers on the curtain rod, you place your boots outside. Socks and undergarments can be washed while I’m in here, you reason, so they get draped over the dials. Breathing a sigh of contentment you turn the water on hot and step under. Just a quick shower….no one will notice.

Eyes closed and head under the stream of water you don’t hear heavy boots stride into the bathroom. You don’t hear the gruff voice wonder who the hell is showering at this time of night.

You don’t hear the increasing statements of annoyance at how much water you’re wasting.

——-

You meant it to be a quick shower, you really did, but the hot water cascading over your body, the relief from the bands around your breasts, just the general feeling of being clean is pure bliss. Just one more minute you tell yourself, counting down from 60.

At 10 seconds to go the shower curtain rips open with such force half the rings break.

At 9 seconds to go a deep rough voice growls “that’s long e’nough.”

At 8 seconds to go a large blue hand wraps around your throat, pulling your body from under the warm water and into the cold room.

At 5 seconds to go you’re slammed back against the wall, dazed as your head cracks against the tile.

At exactly one second to go you open your eyes, staring straight into the furious red glare of the Captain.

“And who in the FUCK are you” he snarls.

Panic shoots through you, adrenaline coursing and clearing the haze from that solid crack into the tile. Name. NAME. Shit what name did I give them. You feel the blue fingers tighten around your throat.

“Cade” you croak out “Cade Fruze, Sir”

“Cade’s ah rookie on this ship girlie, I ain’t seen none of these on him” as Yondu smacks your left breast with his spare hand “try again.”

“I AM Cade” you gasp.

He leans forward, his face inches from yours as he twists his lips in a snarl. “I ain’t a patient man Sugar…”

“I….I….am” as you try to force air into your lungs “I needed a ride off planet.”

His massive hand tightens more. “So ya lied tah me?”

You nod as best you can around the bruising pressure on your throat. It can’t hurt to tell the truth, you think, I’m dead anyway.

“Don’t like bein’ lied ta” he rasps loosening his grip slightly, allowing you a lungful of air “don’t let liars on mah ship. So ya better have a damn good reason.”

Your words come out in a rush, coughing slightly around the brutal treatment to your throat. “Sir…I’m sorry….I needed to get off that planet and your crew was the only way out.” He still looks furious but you continue. “I signed up as a man, dressed up as a man, no other way.”

Yondu leans back but keeps you pinned against the tile with his strong arm. His eyes travel up and down your bared body, lingering on your chest before studying your face.

You avert your eyes and attempt to cover your nakedness with your hands and arms. You can almost feel the heat of his gaze sliding over you as you shiver.

He growls.

“None a that now, I’m tha Capt’n an tha Capt’n wants ta see.”

He releases your throat in favor of pinning both arms above your head with one large blue hand. You gasp in a lungful of air, certain there will be bruises in the morning. Your eyes are tightly closed, just waiting for him move. If the punishment for puking on the first mate’s boots is a week in the brig, you can’t imagine what lying to the Captain will be.

A warm calloused hand grabs your breast and begins kneading the supple tissue.

With a sharp intake of breath you snap your eyes open. Yondu is now closer, his large leather clad body appearing even more massive compared to your wet and trembling frame. His eyes narrow as a predatory grin spreads across his face.

“…s..sir?” you gasp out, knees weak and your trembling increases.

He ignores the question. His hand massages your breasts, one after the other. His other hand continues to hold your arms captive. Red eyes bore holes in your body as he continues his exploration. Pinching and tweaking your nipples he watches as they slowly pebble from the abuse. Running his hand lower he almost gently caresses your stomach, past your hip and grabs a firm handful of your ass.

Your mind is complete chaos. He’s going to fuck you. His hands feel good. You definitely don’t want this. It’s been so long since anyone’s touched you. He’s a Ravager, dangerous as hell. His hands feel SO good. Definitely don’t. Don’t want this?

Oblivious to the thoughts crashing through your panicked mind, Yondu pulls your hips closer with the hand gripping your ass. He brushes his groin against your own and a tiny moan escapes your lips. That felt good too. He is obviously hard and the touch sends a spark of heat to your sex.

At the sound you make he pulls back, a wicked smirk on his face. He reaches down and undoes his belt with one hand.

You watch with wide eyes as the leather slips free, metal buckle softly chiming. He releases your captive arms, turning your around so your face is pressed into the cold tile, and roughly pulls your arms behind your back.

You feel the leather, warm from the proximity to his body, wrap around your forearms. He cinches the belt tight.

You can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he leans in, hot breath washing across the back of your neck.

“Ya got two options girlie. One, I take ya down ta tha brig ‘cause that’s where lil’ liars like ya go. Two, ya let me have sum…” he runs his tongue across his jagged teeth “…fun and let this whole mess go away.”

You take a deep shuddering breath.

“Option 2.” You breathe out.

“Good choice darlin’” as he allows his hands to continue to roam your naked body “turn ‘round an walk to tha sink.”

Meekly you obey. Several steps later youre facing the sinks. It’s one of the typical communal ones, several bowls with flat countertops between. A large scratched mirror runs the entire expanse. He lines you up against one of the flat spaces and shoves you foreword until your stomach and chest are flat on the surface, cheek against the cold stone, hips digging in to the sharp corner.

“Spread ya legs.”

You comply, embarrassment coursing through you as you expose yourself to him.

He nudges your leg with his knee. “Wider.”

You spread as wide as you can, face flushing red.

“Wider!” He barks, knocking your legs into the desired position with his boots.

It’s uncomfortable. Your legs are spread so wide your tiptoes are the only things supporting you, your hips are pressed painfully into the harsh stone of the sink, and your arms are useless, bound behind your back.

“Better.” He growls, as you feel his hands begin to fondle your ass again. You close your eyes, bracing for when he forces himself into your body.

His hands move closer and closer to your center, dragging out the discomfort of your awkward position. He drags a knuckle up your slit, and you flinch. His hands freeze.

“Ya ain’t wet girlie.” You hear a pop.

Something wet, firm, and warm begins circling your clit. You inhale sharply.

One hand on your ass, Yondu begins to stroke your clit gently. You open your eyes and can see his reflection in the mirror remove his thumb, lick it, and return to his ministrations. His speed and pressure are perfect, slowly increasing.

Despite the situation you can feel your body responding to his touch. The warmth in your core spreads as you lean slightly into the sensations. He brushes a knuckle against your entrance and grunts in satisfaction when he feels wetness starting to form. Gathering the beginnings of your arousal on his thumb he slicks your clit and presses harder.

A whimper slips through your lips and your back arches slightly. The warm rough pad of his thumb feels divine on your sex.

Yondu is watching your reactions. As soon as your hips lift he removes his thumb and knuckles your slit again, spreading moisture along his index finger before slowly pushing it inside. You’re wet enough when he slides in to the third knuckle without resistance.

“Don’t cha move sugar.” He warns.

His thick finger begins to slowly, oh so slowly, pump in and out. He returns his thumb to your clit and applies light pressure. You can feel heat building in your core and your head spins with the realization this dangerous man is going to finger you to climax on a bathroom sink.

Yondu increases the speed on his index finger, feeling your walls start to shudder. Breathy little moans escape around your clenched teeth as you try and control your body’s reaction. Tremors run through your thighs and you scoot one leg closer to your center for more leverage.

Immediately the digit making you feel so good is removed, and cracks across your ass. You yelp, feeling searing heat from his hand.

“I told ya not ta move.”

“Sorry.” You pant.

Anther crack, more heat on your cheek.

“Sorry.” You swallow. “Sir.”

“Atta girl.” He rumbles behind you.

Two thick fingers slide slowly back into you. You’re wet enough where he needs no preparation for the second digit. He pumps faster this time, twisting his hand slightly. You’re breathing is rapid, whimpers and moans pouring from your lips. It doesn’t take nearly as long before your body begins to tingle and your moans take on a higher pitch. As before he returns his thumb to your clit and you begin to topple off the edge into oblivion.

Yondu removes his hand again. You shake, feeling the loss of sensation acutely, but you don’t move.

“That’s it sugar.”

You look at his reflection in the mirror. There’s a cocky smirk on his face as he spreads his fingers, watching the evidence of your arousal drip down his knuckles. He meets your eyes as he licks his finger.

——-

Unfortunately the Captain is a professional at torture. You’re an absolute mess.

Your pussy is THROBBING. There’s a slick coating your inner thighs and dripping down on to the sink to puddle under your stomach. Sweat pools everywhere else on your body. The position he forced your legs into has your muscles screaming and your ass is beet red. Each movement earns you another slap.

Yondu is behind you, watching your reactions closely. Three digits are buried knuckle deep in your soaked entrance. His other hand is curled around his thick cock, stroking himself in time with his thrusting fingers.

An animalistic moan was forced from your lungs when he had pulled his cock out, so lost in your arousal you couldn’t form words. He had simply smirked and began pleasuring himself while you whined.

Now you watch him as best you can from your angle, desperate for him to sink that large rigged member into your soaked pussy. You’d long since forgotten your fear of the man, the situation your in, and how dangerous he is. The continuous orgasm denial has driven every thought from your mind except the desire to be utterly and completely wrecked by him.

Your walls start to clench on his fingers as you feel your body attempting to reach climax again. Yondu pulls his fingers out, using your juices to slick his leaking cock.

“..p…please.” You gasp out.

“Please what sugar?”

“Sir….please”

“Tell me what ‘cha want. Ah don’t speak slut.”

His insult falls on deaf ears. He can call you anything he wants as long as it lets you finally climax.

“Fuck. Sir. Please…please fuck me.”

“An why should ah do that?”

“I can’t…I need it. I need to cum. PLEASE!”

The last word is torn from your throat in a desperate moan. You feel like you’re losing your mind after denial on denial.

“Well….since ya ask’d so nice….”

Yondu situates himself behind you, one hand grasping your sore ass and the other lining himself up with your dripping entrance. Slowly, torturously slowly, he pushes the head of his cock in.

He continues with one smooth stroke until he’s fully seated inside you. The feeling of fullness, the stretch, the achingly hard cock filling you up makes the edges of your vision flicker black. You would do anything, say anything in this moment to keep him there. You would sell your soul to him if he’d just rock his hips.

He doesn’t rock his hips.

Instead he fists a handful of your hair, arching your head back towards him as he leans towards your ear.

“Wanna know ah secret darlin’?” He smiles, gold caps on his jagged teeth flashing “I knew ya was a girl tha day ya walk’d on mah ship.”

Your body tenses beneath him. He lays more on his weight across your back, pulls out halfway, and slams back into you. Your cry echos through the room, such a small movement setting every single nerve alight.

“Figured I could use a personal cock-sleeve. Been waitin’ tah catch ya alone”

“Thank you…ah….thank you…fuck.” You moan out. Yondu’s words make you clench as the prospect of this happening again.

He pulls out and slams in again.

“Ya perfect.”

And again.

“So wet.”

And again.

“Fuckin’ ah so fuckin’ TIGHT.”

You’re drunk on the feeling of him moving inside you. Whimpers pour from your lips as he rocks himself in and out, pushing every thought from your head. Pressure mounts and mounts in your core as his movements speed up.

His hand leaves your ass in favor of gripping his leather belt still wrapped around your forearms. Tightening his hands he sets a punishing pace, positioning his cock in and out of your dripping sex.

The pain in your hips from the countertop, the ache in your legs from the awkward position, all of it fades away. The feeling of Yondu’s cock, the weight of him as he pounds himself in deeper and deeper into you are all that matter. Every stroke pushes you closer and closer to climax and the sounds tearing out of your throat are reaching higher and higher volumes.

“Say mah name when ya cum” He growls above you, pushing you into the hard surface beneath you. “This whole damn ship’s gonna know ya mine.”

Three hard pounds later and you’re cumming, oh god you’re cumming. Pleasure explodes through your core as your vision goes black for a moment. Your entire body convulses as white hot fire runs down and back up every nerve ending.

“Yondu fuck AH YONDU!” You scream while wet heat gushes down your thighs and pools under your stomach.

He slows his pace, almost stroking as he draws out your orgasm longer than you thought possible. Twitches rack you and you slump boneless onto the cold counter.

A sharp tug from the hand tangled in your hair brings you back to reality. Yondu is still moving inside you, watching his cock move in and out of your soaked pussy. His eyes snap up to meet yours.

“Git on yer knees girlie.”

You slide off the counter, knees hitting the hard tile. Cool air flows between your thighs, drying the sticky mess he created. Unconsciously you open your mouth, tongue sticking out, looking up at the Centarian above you. He is stroking himself fast, pumping his fist around his cock slick with your juices.

Grunting and cursing he cums, ropes of pale blue semen coating your face and chest. It’s warm, the bit that lands on your tongue has a tangy flavor.

You’re utterly and completely wrecked, fucked senseless by the man who’s cum is coating you. He reaches behind you and undoes the belt, tucking himself away as he admires the mess he made.

“Git yerself cleaned up, be at mah quarters in 20 minutes.” He snarls at you and walks out of the bathroom.

——-

#yondu x reader #Yondu Udonta x reader #yondu udonta #writing

[nairanorica]

Birthday present for someone - was a bit of a challenge, I know nothing about Detroit: become human. But there were some very useful videos and info sheets in the wish list, along with some specific ideas for scenes. So after getting to know the characters a bit in the videos I thought it was perfectly absurd and hilarious to go with the "connor and hank go undercover in eden club with connor pole dancing" idea xD Also a perfect excuse to try the new holo flakes I had just gotten then!

The pink is *very* intense in the scan, especially on my phone. So here's a couple of photos - the true colours are somewhere inbetween the scan and the photo. The joys of trying to capture neons. Also trying to show off the copious amounts of sparkle here!

#detroit become human #connor #hank #eden club #birthday gift #watercolor #gouache #traditional art #naira scribbles #drawing the pole dancing pose was so much fun #even though his legs ended up a little short #need to do that again in the future!

[flowerparrish]

[Podfic of] Snowflakes (written by @hixystix)

Star Wars - Rebels: Kallus/Zeb

Rated: T || Length: 20 minutes

Summary:

Snow.

Zeb's grandmother had told him about such a phenomenon growing up. It didn’t snow on Lasan, of course, but it did on other worlds and as a kit, he’d loved learning about it.

He’d always wanted to see snow someday. The holos seemed so peaceful.

The holos were wrong. There was no peace to be found in the flakes sticking to his fur.

#podfic #star wars podfic #kalluzeb #kalluzeb podfic #star wars

[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish combo is one I've been looking forward to wearing for a while now! There is an olive green cream topped with a multichrome flakey topper. The cream on its own was beautiful, but I really loved the combo with the topper. There are just so many fall colors packed into that topper. I can't wait to try it over different colors. This combo also looked fantastic matte. This is Fallen Flake Taco over Not Pressed both from Holo Taco.

#nail polish 371 #manicure #holo taco #not pressed #fallen flake taco #flakey #topper #matte #green

[f3rbaliciou5]

Doo doo doo making some eyes with acrylic, holo flakes, and glass cabachons, mostly experimental...also probably some for mister furblesworth!

#eye chips #custom furby #crafts #furby1998 #wip #gold and green #green #cabochon

[thewizardsvault]

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[silencedrowns]

things I did today: took a freaking moitie tag to several makeup stores so I could find a close match to moitie blue eyeshadow for my partner

(It wound up being a combo of a metallic shimmer shadow and a holo flake gel!)

[divinedice]

Pristine snow glitters on the surface of deep blue ice, threatening to blind in the light. You won't know how thick the ice is until it cracks beneath your feet. The depths below speak in chilling whispers, distorted by the ice.

Bonechill - Dice made with resin dyed with alcohol ink, mixed with silver interference powder and holo flakes.

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#d&d #dice #dungeons and dragons #tabletop #tabletop games #bastsdice