#Sharp Note

[ponydoodles]

Can I have a drawing of sharp note? The punk pony from issue #95 of the comics?

She's really neat :)

This horse is EVERYTHING

[boltlightning]

do allow me, will you? ➢ THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[elodieunderglass]

I read the Ciara post just now and had a sudden thought that struck me forcefully enough that I wanted to share. It kind of sounds to me like Ciara, among her siblings, represents the capacity to change & grow.

(In reference to post about Killie the jockey OC’s sister Ciara, and her somewhat elusive character)

Ciara definitely feels like that, and also, as people have said, a way to process:

Blood / kinship

Poison

Truth

Choice

Clarity

Chaos / Transformation

Change and Growth

Letting Go and Giving Up (So Good May Come)

She could also be the “fawn” of trauma responses, with Charlie being flight, Killie being fight, and Colm being freeze/flop.

But seeing this pile of traits made me want to do this, just for funsies, though I’m not married to it;

Killie has strength, transformation, energy, courage, freedom; relentlessly burning fuel. He’s several pegs more highly-strung than the usual jock - but he is, ultimately, a man of action, and relentless, all-consuming forward movement. Sure, there’s darkness, but Killie ignores it and lights up fundamentally burns brightly. Sure, okay, he bites, sure he’s tiny, sure his hands and feet are small and cold and horrible, but he’s strong and makes you feel weirdly safe.

Charlie has intellect, escape, joy - and the fun there is in masking, lying and being a little fucking hater. He studied astrophysics and music, which are both elements of Air. He also has the storyteller’s power of changing the mood or the narrative.

Colm has strength overlooked, with a core of diamond, and technically possesses things like “actual fucking integrity” and “a little bit of fucking stability, which is rare around this place.” @chameleonsallinvermillion thought he’d be a good farrier...

Ciara is mutable, creative, destructive, reflective, and has surprising clarity. She’s quite dark, but hey - identity is fluid and shifting like water…

I DON’T love the only girl being water/emotion (Ursula K Le Guin: why do women have to feel while men get to think) but I DO like the light and shadow it casts on Ciara when positioned as the “water” in a little elemental set. I like the way it brings out change and growth. I won’t keep it, but I like what it showed me.

There aren’t too many girl characters who are just rotten and unlikeable, with or without a change-and-growth story (at the end of which they remain pretty unlikeable) and I really like that for Ciara. I support women’s wrongs and the multitudes they contain.

Thanks for this.

[speakofshinee]

Key 'Tongue Tied' MV Teaser

[arealtrashact]

If it wasn't for your Tumblr, I never would've watched The 10th (Tenth?) Kingdom. I thank you. 😃

You're welcome.

Now you too can live with the knowledge that we'll never get the planned sequel and, as a result, never see the abomination that these two managed to spawn.

I am haunted by the fact Simon Moore (writer) confirmed that their offspring would be 100% wolf.

[rockyteriyaki]

okay SO my beloved ezra @hellohallowedhalo inquired after my tags on this post, which made me realize that my FIRST EVER F1 FIC is almost an entire year old (??????) and THEN i read THIS MASTERPIECE by @fast-burn and it set off a nuclear bomb inside my head...so i wrote a free-use-ish factory followup to RSWT. thank you all for one year of freaky derangement <3333 ily

Daniel leaves Red Bull as a driver and becomes—he doesn’t even know what to call it. In his contract, it says ambassador. On suspended Twitter accounts, they call him a blood bank.

Max doesn’t know about that part, because Max doesn’t have Twitter, and even if he did he wouldn’t be term-searching his own name with asterisks in the vowel places like a nutter. Daniel’s people tell him soothingly to block and report, if he insists on being on social media in the first place, and Daniel does–he reports. He doesn’t block. Sometimes, he screenshots.

It had been a leap, obviously, to go from–from a driver, incidentally bound to the whole blood thing, to then this: a full-time gig. A singular purpose. They’d gone over the language of the contract in more detail than Daniel thought was possible, rewording and reworking every point until it maybe resembled something that seemed less obviously like exploitation, but even after it was all printed out with the little RBR letterhead, it felt swampy in ways nobody could explain or do away with.

Still, when Daniel put pen to paper, it was with life-ruining clarity. I want this, I want this, I want this.

“Ah, here you are,” Max says, knocking on the glass wall of one of the conference rooms in the factory. He cups his hands against the pane, like a kid against a department store display. “Are you hiding, Daniel?”

“Nah,” Daniel says. He hasn’t been, actually; he just wanted someone to find him. He puts his phone down as Max pulls the door open. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Max says, and it’s so uncomplicated Daniel doesn’t feel the need to even ask a followup, which is what he likes–loves, even–about Max. Daniel crowds him in the doorway, leans on him.

“You need it?” Daniel whispers.

“Yes,” Max says. “Please. I have, already–they have everything they need, so. We can go now, if we are back before the hour.”

Daniel reaches behind Max, pulls the door closed. It pushes Max into him a little, feet falling forward. Max blinks.

“Why not here?” Daniel says. He stretches his neck out, which he knows is a dirty move, but it works; Max’s nostrils flare. His eyes dart to the glass wall, the big transparent window that looks out onto the floor where dozens of people in navy polos are working to make sure Max can deliver them to glory next year.

Well, Daniel is one of those people, technically, now. Working.

He steps back towards the conference table, a dark fake-oak thing that’s big enough to fit the shareholders and their massive egos all side-by-side. Max follows. The number of times they’ve done this and it hasn’t ended in one or both of them coming can be counted on one hand. Max knows this, and Max is following, with a blinding willingness reminiscent only of Daniel’s own desire to get Max’s fangs on him, in him, since the first time he saw that glossy pink shine over them.

“I was just thinking about my contract,” Daniel says, as casually as he can manage, which is probably not at all. He scoots onto the table, kicks the rolling office chairs out to carve a gap. “You can, y’know.” Max nods fervently, even though Daniel isn’t making any sense. “Like, anywhere? If you wanted.”

He can pinpoint the exact moment the images parade into Max’s mind. Daniel in meeting rooms, instead of bathrooms and backseats. Daniel on his lap. Daniel over dinner, only one plate between the two of them because–because he’s Max’s—

Max sinks down to his knees, cradles his head in Daniel’s thighs. It takes Daniel a moment to pinpoint the feeling through the denim of his jeans, but the saliva gives it away–Max is rubbing his gums over the seams. The hooked points of his fangs snag and retreat on the fabric.

“Hey,” Daniel says, on a shaky exhale. “Is that good teeth? Or, like, bad-idea-Daniel teeth?”

“If I don’t, I will bite you here.” Max gestures miserably to the glass wall. “And then, probably against the window too.”

There are people walking past now, and Daniel can see them look inside only long enough to register who’s who, and then avert their eyes. Daniel’s laughs turn into moans. He can’t help it. Max laughs too.

“Go on then,” he tells Max. “They don’t pay me enough to keep secrets.”

[sunnyaliceart]

❗❗Ghost Trick Spoilers Below❗❗

Sunday in the Park with Sissel

Happy Ghost Swap Week! Another @fyeahghosttrick prompt combo:

@ricketricket - Sissel bonding with his namesake after hearing so much about her from Yomiel?

@ihavenohotcocoa - Fiansissel and Sissel having bonding time

These three go on family outings all the time and you can't convince me otherwise

[loupy-mongoose]

I probably don't have to say why I've been quiet. It's Christmas. Distractions, illness, and busy-ness abound. XD

But I was recently granted a new wave of artistic intrigue, as well as the free time to draw, woo!

A few days ago I discovered @the-upper-shelf, and may I just say their art is absolutely delicious! (Should I stop saying that about art I like? Is it weird? It just seems like the appropriate word to use. It's delicious to my eyeballs! XD) Go send her some love!

She has a creature she made called Haelumians, and I adore them! And since she's said it's okay, I just had to draw Jamie and Cody as them~ (Her side-blog all about them here: @haelumians-lore-official)

Before anything, I apologize if I've mistaken on any aspect of Haelumians design traits or lore. I love them, and will keep up with and read into them better, but as stated, I've been busy and distracted, so I may have missed stuff. ^^;

Jamie's gradually morphing into my old Terraria Avatar, lol.

I don't really have any sort of lore for these versions of them, since I'm not as familiar with this world as I am with A:tLA or MLP.

I love the concept of expressive hair-feathers~

(I keep putting my poor acrophobe into situations where he'd be best suited for the air. Sorry Cody. But also kinda not because I like the irony XD)

At least he can find other uses for his wings~

Upper Shelf (or anyone else interested), if you want some info on these two, I'll put it below a read more to save space.

I've had these two for over a decade, and in recent years have been playing with them in different AUs. There are some common traits that tend to stick with them each time.

-Jamie is always untrusting toward others. It's hard to get past her barriers, but once that happens, she starts to show her childish side. (I haven't decided yet if or how she'd be untrusting as a Haelumian. So this version of her gets to be untraumatized for a bit. As a treat.) She's also always short; 4'11" as a human/oid, but since Haelumians are Tol Bois, and the shortest height of theirs that I've seen is "Ignore him" I'm not sure what height would be short for her. X3

^ Upper Shelf's art ^

Oh, and drawing her with a rounded ear isn't me forgetting about the pointy Haelumian ears--Its another trait that carries through AUs, she has her right ear sliced off. ^^

-Cody is a sweetheart; more specifically Jamie's sweetheart. He's not only the first one to really get through her barrier, but also the one who helps her begin to break it down. He has a heart as soft as his feathers for other people, always aiming to take care of those in need. As mentioned above, one trait that sticks through AUs is that he's afraid of heights. Assuming Haelumian lore allows for it, this version would be no different, meaning he wouldn't fly if he could help it. I couldn't be cruel enough to make him the climb-built Mountain Haelumian. He gets to be a Hills/Plains, built for running!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"If PD-MDZS drew He Xuan, would he be a Man or a Fish?"

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Yachting

[idontlikemanga]

[aldoodles]

I’m rereading 😎

[notchainedtotrauma]

You do not have to save the things that kill you.

from Note 106 by Christina Sharpe