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canisalbus · 10 months
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hi i hope you don't mind me asking! who are some of the artists that inspire your work and if any art movements too, which ones? i absolutely adore your work and wanna dive into the artists that inspire you because you fill me with so much inspiration 💫
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Duilio Cambellotti
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Paul Jouve
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Norbertine Bresslern-Roth
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J. C. Leyendecker
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Théophile Alexandre Steinlen
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Akseli Gallen-Kallela
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Harry Clarke
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Nico Marlet
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Mike Mignola
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Carl Otto Czeschka
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Alphonse Mucha
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Klaus Haapaniemi
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Sanna Annukka
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Takato Yamamoto
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Ivan Bilibin
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Gennady Pavlishin
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Evgeni Rachev
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Ludvig Hohlwein
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Tove Jansson
Just to name a few that have influenced me a lot and continue to live in my head permanently! Sorry about the long post, I thought it'd be helpful if I included examples.
My favorite art movement is art nouveau, I like poster art and antique fairytale illustrations a lot, and in terms of art history I'm most interested in renaissance, early baroque and gloomy 19th century romanticism.
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zarla-s · 23 days
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we were in the middle of something, do you MIND
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frogisanut · 2 months
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gammastuck au !
au with my friend that goes something like "earth c kids discover glitched version of sburb and the codes goes so wild that caretakers and beta kids are switched so badly that these are completely different versions"
eM - "mom lalonde" mF - "bro strider" eN - "dad egbert" fN - "bec"
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yashley · 5 months
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smokestarrules · 9 months
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When do you think Suletta and Miorine fell for each other, and when do you think they actually realized that they had caught feelings?
I've thought about this probably too much, and I have exact moments for you.
Miorine is easy, because it's my opinion that she's been down bad from the very start and the moments that she 1) catches feelings and 2) realizes it are one and the same.
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Again, from the very start. She has zero chill (and she knows it). Miorine is a very self-aware character, I think; for all her faults, she understands her own self very well, and she isn't often confused by her own feelings on things, including and especially Suletta.
I mean... it's episode two when she gives up her escape to Earth for a girl she'd hardly known a day. Episode two.
As for Suletta...
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This is when she started falling for Miorine properly, I'm positive.
Suletta is such a deeply unselfish person; she usually takes whatever she can get from people, even if that's just the bare minimum, on the basis that she isn't going to be good enough for them anyway and that any and all affection expressed towards her is precious.
So this moment, when Miorine is wholly focused on Suletta and the things Suletta loves, when Miorine is putting herself in an incredibly vulnerable spot just for her--of course it shifts something. It has to.
Suddenly, Suletta knows she matters. She's never really mattered like this before--or, at the very least, she wasn't aware that she did.
But I also think it takes her a little while to figure it out.
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In fact, I think it takes almost losing the connection between them for Suletta to realize just how much Miorine matters to her, and in the end, this scene is very similar to the other. Miorine declaring her vulnerability in a situation that has arisen purely because she cares about Suletta.
The creation of GUND-ARM was incredibly meaningful to Suletta for a lot of reasons, but this scene is reaffirming that moment in a powerful way; Miorine is saying I haven't changed my mind, is saying You still matter and always will.
And Suletta needs that, maybe more than anything else.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 158
Klarion is on a mission. A very important mission of the utmost importance! 
He, as the oldest of the family (at least sibling-wise) has been given the sacred task of bringing his baby siblings to find their own familiars! And nothing is going to stop him from seeing this task through! He’s not going to get distracted playing with the Justice League’s Baby Team, nor is he going to try and kick Stupid-Helmet-Head-The-Despised. 
He’s going to help Jordan and Ellie find their own familiars, and Phantom-Dad will be so proud of him! Tucker-Dad will be proud too, and his Moms would as well! He’s going to absolutely rock this older-sibling thing! 
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puppyeared · 4 months
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i followed you back in the day for your toh art and i love to see your posts everytime you’re on my dash !!! :•)
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!! thank you sm for sticking around!!!! ^_^
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clownsuu · 8 months
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THESE BITCHES LOOK FRUITY AS HELL🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧
Ha melon bug
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Been having a craving to draw them as a lil beverage 😔💔🥄🥄
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alien-bluez · 2 months
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Kidads you say 👁️👁️
can I request some grant/terry 🙏
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this request has been sitting in my inbox taunting me so i finally do something about it haha. this was also meant to be a valentines day post but i couldn't finish it by then, so here it is now + a silly bonus under the cut ;D
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dailyloopdeloop · 29 days
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DAY 7: i miss my wife bonbon
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canisalbus · 6 months
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Man now I'm thinking of like. You know that one lady who made a marble gravestone of her and her wife embracing because they couldn't get married legally at the time or something? Just that but your boys because I was thinking sbout how you draw fabric and characters interacting, how you mentioned there was supposed to be a bad ending or something for your plot, and then The Laws Of That Time
(I keep missing all the plot posts somehow lmao really gotta check it all out)
I find myself thinking of this a lot:
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sandeewithtwoe · 2 months
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Uh, is request open? If so, can you draw killer and lust be besties. (Love ur art, btw!!!)
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They would gossip to each other teehee
Lust belongs to NSFWshamecave
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
Transcription:
Lust: … and then he had the BALLS to tell me “Just calm down”!
Killer: You shoulda broken his legs
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tbcanary · 7 months
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Dinah Lance, the Black Canary 🖤
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kiwi · 2 months
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This is going to sound weird but in relation to your last post, when I had terrible art block and the joy felt leeched out of making art, drawing fetish art is what actually got me creating again. It felt fresh and fun and genuinely like playing instead of forcing myself to make art because “that’s just what I do” So idk, if you have a fetish try making some art of that and see what happens? Or ignore this.
genuinely i have been considering this lol
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shanastoryteller · 1 month
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Happy lovers season Shana! I'm very excited for the upcoming prompts! 😀 Can I please request some more Enola Holmes or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries? 💚 If not please feel free to do a dealer's choice. I love all that you write and it fills me with joy to see new updates from you 😊
set in the same universe as Here is Your Home Country
Dot doesn’t want a big wedding, doesn’t want a lot of fuss. Married at her church, and then Prudence has offered to have the reception in her garden. Probably more at Jane’s insistence than anything else, but considering Mr. Butler has already insisted on handling the catering and logistics and anything else she might need assistance with, she might as well.
It’s sweet of him, really. She knows that he’s worried about her sisters that disapprove and her mother that disapproves and her brothers that had been apocalyptic at the news, and how that means she’ll be planning this wedding without them. She’s not worried. They’d never cared about her life or her happiness until it was something that would embarrass them.
The less said about what her friends from church think, the better. But she hasn’t headed their gossip for years, not since she started working for Miss Fisher.
Jack’s a good man and doesn’t deserve their ire. She won’t tolerate it.
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“You’re really doing it, huh?”
Dot looks up and feels first pleasure then wariness that settles on a gut rolling mixture of the two. “Hello, Nell.”
Her older sister is standing over her, blocking her light, but she just closes her notebook and uses her foot to nudge the chair opposite her. The waiter should be by again soon.
She looks different out of the heavy makeup and light clothes of the club. Wearing a sweater and long skirt, she looks like the sister Dot remembers. “Mum called me. Me.”
Dot winces. “You’re invited, of course, I just wasn’t sure where to send the invite.”
Nell leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow and reaching into her purse for a cigarette. Dot wishes she wouldn’t. She hates the smell. “I didn’t really get that impression from you two.”
“We were just colleagues then,” she says, which isn’t completely accurate, but neither is friends. Or perhaps it is. They knew one another then, and respected each other, and were kind to one another. But she’d had Hugh, and Jack’s eyes had been on Miss Fisher, and – they hadn’t known, then, where they would end up.
It’s nice.
She knew him and liked him and cared about him before she loved him. It makes her feel like she can trust him, that he won’t surprise her in a way she doesn’t like.
Nell hums, then says, “She wants to know if you’re having money troubles.”
Dot stares, wishing she knew her mother a little less well and didn’t understand exactly what she was saying. “She thinks I’m marrying Jack for his money because I have gambling debts?”
She shrugs. “You know what she sees at the church.”
She’s not going to get angry. Getting angry won’t do her any good. “I’m marrying him because I love him.”
“You loved Hugh,” she says. “He was cute. Your age. He even converted.”
Part of her wonders who was keeping Nell updated on the gossip of her life. The rest of her doesn’t care. “He didn’t love me right.”
“There’s a wrong way?” she asks, too lightly.
“Yes,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from scowling. “And I can’t love anyone right who loves me wrong. Hugh and I would have been miserable, in the end. We were in love with people that didn’t exist.”
She’d wanted someone who would love her through all of her changes.
Hugh had wanted someone who would never change.
Even in her bitterest moments, she can’t truly blame him. She had been a static woman when they’d met. She was the one that changed and she was the one that had wanted someone who would love her anyway and she was the one that had ended their engagement when she’d realized that someone wasn’t him.
Nell leans forward to steal her half-drunk cup of coffee, leaning back as she gulps it down in three long swallows. “Okay. I’ll tell Mum to back off, yeah? Not that it’ll do any good. She never listens to me anyway.”
“Oh,” Dot says, startled, and then Nell is getting to her feet and waving as she melts back into the crowd of the street.
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Bert and Cec are in their room, sleeping after working through the night. Jack is over, but he’s never not known, and these days they don’t even bother to shove their twin beds apart when he's here.
She’s seated on her knees at the coffee table, Jack sitting behind her on the couch, nose buried in a case file that she’s going to look over herself as soon as she figures out this seating chart.
Jack clears his throat and she leans back, pressing her back to his knees and looking up. The file has been discarded and he’s looking at her with a sort of warm softness that has her reaching out her hand and letting him haul her upright just enough so that she can fall into his lap, seated sideways so her legs are stretched out over the couch.
His arms come around her waist and his lips quirk up in an almost smile. She smooths out the line between his eyebrows with her thumb, almost asks, but know it’s a waste when he’s nearly there already.
Sure enough, he looks at the space over her head and asks, “Do you want us to get a new house?”
She blinks. She hadn’t considered it, really, had assumed that she’d move into the house Jack has now. She’s been there. It’s a very nice house. A little empty feeling, perhaps, but she figured they’d solve that quickly enough. Instead of saying any of that, she asks, “Do you want me to want us to get a new house?”
He looks at her then, exasperated, and she smiles, shifting her hand lower to trace his bottom lip. He licks his lips, his tongue barely brushing her fingertip, and her breath hitches, but he says, “Rosie picked it.”
It makes sense that his first wife helped pick the house, and Dot has never tiptoed her way around Rosie, but that’s not quite what he’s saying.
Rosie picked it.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
Jack shrugs, looking away from her again. “She made a good choice.”
“Yes,” Dot agrees. It really is a very nice house, in a good area. “But do you like it?”
He shifts beneath her, meeting her gaze when he admits, “I let her pick what she wanted. I thought things would be okay, if I could give her what she wanted.”
And now it reminds him of how much that didn’t work, how she left that house and him both. He’d offered her the house in the divorce, but she hadn’t wanted it, for her own reasons.
“Why don’t we pick something we both want?” she asks, because no matter how nice the house is, she doesn’t want what he doesn’t’. “I bet Mac has some good leads on houses that are going to be on the market. She knows so many useful things like that.”
“Yeah?” he asks, relief making his whole body relax even as his arms tighten, tugging her that much closer against him.
“Yeah,” she echoes, then dips down her head for a kiss he’s eager to give her.
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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They beat each other up so punishment is this for an hour
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