#something different!

[ninjahaku21art]

Swat Kats! I saw that they're starting a graphic novel and I am so happy to see it return! I am such a huge fan of the series, so wanted to draw some fan art! ✨Enjoy!

[proteidaes]

Itty bitty color exploration: green edition 💚💚💚

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photoshop

[razbataz]

Lucky Losers Club 🎾💛

[callilemon]

The Book of Vanitas!! ⌛️

I recently made this and had so much fun doing it! It's a 3D-printed Book of Vanitas! I got the print file off of Etsy! I actually made this for my dear friend, @bookdragonwrites!

I was a little skeptical when I started painting, I really thought I messed up because of how weird the blue paint came out. But, I realized it was just the type of spray paint I got. Haha.

Doesn't that blue paint look good??? The construction was fun! I originally bought little gems to replace the 3D-printed one, but I ended up using it anyway and painted the little design on it myself. :)

(POV: you're stuck in Calli's garage)

I actually used skewers for the hinges 😂 I didn't trust the filament to be strong enough! I think I did good. I also used it to attach the swinging part to the Book!

(Is that... Hatsune Miku?! Yes. It is.)

This thing. What do you call that?

Anyway, I'm really proud of how this project turned out! Let me know what you all think!

I would like to think Vani would be impressed 😎

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

Zatsune miku

[isindismay]

Let's Look After Each Other

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Riot Women (TV)

Relationship: Kitty Eckersley/Beth Thornton

Characters: Beth Thornton Kitty Eckersley

Additional Tags: Episode: s01e05 Apologies Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence Implied/Referenced Suicide

Summary: After the band's test recording session, Beth goes after Kitty.

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

Omake to Ch32 - Part 1: Oscar's diary

I like the thought of Oscar keeping a diary and periodically ripping out its pages to feed them to a fire.

His diary entry for June 24, 1848 (written a day later):

Green-eyed people (Underwood and Weaselton this time) kept bothering me.

Williams had left me largely alone - at first, at least. She cannot stand my sight, but I was certain she would seek me out for something eventually, and I was ultimately proven correct: She forced me away and upstairs for a brief meeting. I suppose I should thank the Marquis for extending that invitation to Weaselton, though it surprised me that Weaselton had not thought of taking me away earlier. His mind, like any other's in that house, must have been (and remains to be) frazzled.

Another had hidden himself downstairs; I briefly saw him when I went to wash myself and made a quick sweep through the building to check its security. How curious for the Clockmaker to be one of that lot. He seems different, but he better not bring trouble too.

I wonder whether the Marquis wishes to see me as well; it has been so long, and this might be the last chance for us to ever talk again. Does the current state of things amuse and interest him enough to call in my presence, or does he have all he requires already?

His older grandson looks just like him, the younger not as much. The former's intent gaze reminds me of the Marquis too, though the similarities seem to cease there.

The younger one reminded me of someone else, and I strained to catch some of his words, even if the position of this parlour was disadvantageous. It was a fool's errand, and I soon stopped. Li Trudy's friend would have laughed (and been furious) if he knew.

The engineer Thibault kept trying to strike a conversation with me. I knew he only did this because I was in the same room as the boy, and he was worried about his well-being. I tried to be lenient, even if I feared he might wake him up sooner or later which would have been unfavourable. In the end, this never occurred.

It took me far too long to carve a rooster. I kept getting distracted. (I am still unsure whether I picked a good design, or whether it is too on the noose considering our current location. Alas, I could not think of anything else. It is a gift never to be given anyway.)

I hadn't been able to see or speak to Mylady during my stay at the Williams Paris townhouse. Last I heard, she was alive, though her brother looked like death himself. I know his worry and his pain. I still too vividly remember being at the dying bed of my [smudged]

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I also learned that it was secured which pleases me greatly.

It was good that we (Weaselton, Williams, myself and our captives) left when we did. It would have been troublesome if we had stayed for much longer.

Underwood accused me of wrongdoings when I merely followed orders. [smudged]

He proved himself to be as difficult as ever, though he surprised me in some aspects. [smudged]

Milton, my favourite, slept without waking, albeit he did not sleep quietly. [smudged] If only I could have, I would have loved to speak to him.

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I wonder what Trudy might think if she knew about the latest events.

Entry thrown into a fire a week later.