#dalm

[dalmationart]

[Commission] The Handoff

"So, do you have the credits?" "OH HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!~ Of COURSE!~" A little piece for my friend Otty. It's hard pixel, so check the fullres version on my website: https://dalmationer.art/gallery/0004.html

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[billblok]

Squeeze the greenskin

Dalm, being a goblin, hates hugs. She calls this torture.

Nymbia knows she does. She calls it "exposure therapy."

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[capsindia2022]

Dr. Ajay Rana has made a buzz in Europe by heading a German program," Diploma in Aesthetic and Laser Medicine" (DALM) www.laserstudium.eu. DALM at present, is the only for the whole of Europe.

[crocmoments]

unreal engine

[lloydfrontera]

A "Crown prince sells medicine" webtoon just came out????? And it looks so cute omg

https://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail?titleId=818969&no=1&week=tue

OH MY GOD????? THIS LOOKS??? GOOD???

look at my skrunkly!!!

look at him!! my sweetheart my love my heart!! he looks!! so good!!! the asrahan genes really did came through for him (´TωT`)

look at his deranged little smile as he plans on stabbing himself with needles <333

alas. i already have a little complaint. and it is one we feared for a long time.

is that. is that damian. why is his hair so short. that's shoulder lenght hair. which i don't doubt will look amazing on him and i'm already salivating at the idea but. why did you cut his hair ( T∀T)

i'm so excited tho!!!! i've been dying to get more cpsm content and this!! looks tentatively good!!

i shan't,,, build my expectations too high because we already saw what happened last time but. i am cautiously hopeful about the first episode. he really do looks great <3

also a webcomic is the perfect way to get more people to go rabid with me about terminal devotion and royal malpractice. i do not do them justice in this blog and you guys deserve to see them be weird about each other in person (ФωФ)

i'm freaking out so hard omggg thank you so much for letting me know i cannot emphasize enough how much this made my day!!!

[eti-mun]

Ready for my Show!

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[mishkakagehishka]

tThis You whenever ya discover a Guy i tyink n_n

LITERALLYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I am never beating the abusive allegations... but i just think boys are soooooo cute when they're in pain---

[beantothemax]

That new girl was weird.

Not weird in a bad way, Alm would say, just… strange.

Grandfather told him that something really bad happened to her, but he hasn’t heard of anything so bad that someone wouldn’t even talk! He told Alm to be nice to her, but he barely even knew what that meant! So here he was, taking a walk in the woods and trying to think of something to do for her. He wasn’t venturing far! Just far enough to think is all.

He chuffed a sigh, sitting down and taking in his surroundings. Tall trees, lots of sticks- maybe he could play swords with her? Nah, that didn’t seem right. Celica seemed like she wouldn’t want that- couple flowers, patches of moss…

Wait, what was that with those flowers?

Taking a closer look, it was a small collection of yellow and white flowers, all growing out of an old stump. They had a nice smell, very mild, and not unpleasant. Maybe she would like these? She seemed to dislike all the other times he talked to her. These would help a lot, probably. He wasn’t sure. Best to be safe and grab them anyways. Picking the flowers, he looked up through the undergrowth to start making his way home, and saw another vibrant flash of color out of the corner of his eye.

His jaw dropped, and the few flowers fell out of his grip.

——

Celica didn’t like this boy.

Well, at first. She didn’t think he was the nicest, just blurting out something amounting to his name and extending a dirty hand in friendship. She smiled at him, if only to be polite, before she walked away to her room.

She just wanted to be alone at that time, but Alm just wouldn’t leave her be. One day, he would be handing her a stick and trying to get her to learn swordplay. And the next would be giving her a small bouquet of bruised flowers. She really couldn’t escape him, but she didn’t mind that too much in the end. He seemed genuinely happy about whatever he talked about. Even when it was yet another story about how he and Mycen’s- no, Grandpapa’s- sheep doing something silly. He kept looking back at her, and she couldn’t help but smile at the twinkle in his eye.

She couldn’t put the words in her mouth though. They just refused to come out. Every time she tried to say something, even as small as a simple “please,” would always come up short. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, she had managed to make plenty of small noises already! Why couldn’t she just talk?

Maybe that was why, on today of all days, she allowed Alm to drag her out to who-knows-where through bushes and over dead logs. It was quite the adventure, and Alm may have slipped once or twice, but they got there in the end. When she turned past the ancient, rotted stump that Alm was standing next to, she couldn’t help but gape.

It was as if Mila herself came down and placed a blanket of silver and gold beads upon the ground of this large clearing. The tiny flowers were covering every corner of grass, waving around in the gentle breeze. In the center was an absolutely gigantic tree, draping the center of the field in a deep shade.

“So, what do you think?”

She looked at Alm. He was positively beaming at her. She couldn’t help but smile back. She yearned to ask him about how he could even find a place, but all she could manage was a satisfied hum.

“I knew you would like it!” The boy took her hand, “Come on! I haven’t even shown you the coolest thing yet!” She smiled, and dashed across the plain with him, trampling flowers as they went.

When they finally made it to the base of the tree, Celica couldn’t help but take a seat. That was some tough running, and she had to take a break. She was going to look up at Alm and ask him if she could, but he seemed nervous. About what, she couldn’t tell.

‘What’s wrong?’ She wanted to say.

Alm finally looked at her, and smiled nervously. “I’ve got a surprise for you, but you can’t tell anyone, alright?”

A surprise? Why couldn’t she tell anyone? Why was he being so cagey? What was going on?

“Mmm?” is all that came out.

His expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry,” he placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to leave you here.”

Celica smiled.

Alm’s face brightened, “Alright. All you have to do is sit here, yeah?”

She nodded, and she crossed her legs over one of the mighty trees’ roots. Alm walked behind the trunk, and she waited.

After a few minutes, she heard a quiet bark come from her left. She turned, and-

Saw the face of a large dog. It was a good distance away; all she could make out was its muddied brown coat among the flowers. How she and Alm didn’t notice it was a wonder, it stood out like a sore thumb in this beautiful place. She took a deep breath. She was safe here, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Alm said he wasn’t going to leave her, right? She should trust him. She looked back up toward the dog, and-

It was closer.

Save for its wagging tail and doggy grin, it was as if her looking at it froze it to the spot. Celica squinted, turned her head to the side for a few moments before quickly turning back. The dog, now paralyzed by the stare of the girl, inelegantly let out a small yip when it tripped over itself.

A smile painted Celica’s face, while a giggle bubbled out of her. The dog seemed to notice this, and in complete disregard for the rules of their game, closed the distance between it and the girl. She flinched when it skidded to a stop in front of her, large claws making deep wells in the dirt. She was almost afraid that it would crash into her!

Now with a closer view, she couldn’t help but notice that upon inspection, this was no dog. He was a wolf. She had seen a small pack of them before, while traveling with Grandpapa on the way to the village, but she never got to see one this close.

There was something… off about this wolf. Celica couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way he knew how to play that little game of peekaboo? There was something behind those green eyes of his, and if she was a couple years older, she would have feared what they would have told her. For now though, Celica was content to watch this young wolf fumble about in front of her.

He seemed to consider her for a moment, before padding up next to her and nudging her right hand with his nose. She smiled again, and humored the canine with some scratches behind the ears. When she released the canine from its comfortable prison, it laid down like one of Grandpapa’s sheep. Paws out and head down, in the perfect petting position, and she wasn’t one to give up such an opportunity.

Reaching over to take advantage of the opening, she stopped. There was a small cross on the back of one of its paws. She looked back up at the wolf’s green eyes, burning with a familiar shade so close to home, and that mark.

Pieces put themselves together in her mind, fractured parts of a greater whole. She looked back at the wolf and only one thought was ringing in her mind like a church bell:

“Alm…?”

VINNY WHAT IF I CRAWLED INTO A HOLE AND DIED FOREVER. WHAT IF I SPRINTED INTO THE CLOSEST OCEAN. WHAT IF I WENT OUTSIDE AND LAYED IN TYE DIRT, WAITING FOR THE EARTG TO RECLAIM ME. WHAT THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this a lot if the last string of nonsense did not make that apparent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way you wrote them is very AUGH!!!!!!!!!! you were talking about how it was a new thing for you to write from a child’s perspective and you did a very good job!!!!!!

everything about how alm and celica interact…. alm just wanting to find some way to be nice to celica,,,,,, DALM GETTING THE PETS FROM CELICA……………………..

@crabknee LOOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[beansnpeets]

First day of new job was good! A little scary, just because it's a lot of responsibility, but I'm excited! It's a close knit little group of people there and they seem mostly nice, so I'm pleased!

[asbestieos]

tobi komunnnda hajimari no soraa omouu mama iroddottee ensemble staaars

[billblok]

Not Comforting

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[ilamedcourse]

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[crocmoments]

[sastheforestspirit]

[luveline]

if you want, maybe roan is just like doodling around and stuff yk and she draws a typical like family pic but eddie notices that beside the both of them there’s another messily drawn figure and it’s the reader :( <3

HELL yeh ty baby ♡ fem!reader

Eddie's a good dad. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise, he's good at this shit, and if Roan wants to go get burgers every Friday he's gonna take her. His daughter deserves the world.

Including greasy, messy quarter pounders from Benny's diner.

"What's that one?" Eddie asks, pointing over Roan's half eaten plate with his pinky finger at her drawing, the table between them covered in crayons from her open pencil case.

"This? This'a doggy," she says, like it's obvious and he's the worst.

"I knew that," — he did not know that — "I meant want kind of doggy."

"Oh. That's our dal-dalm-damnation!"

Eddie grins at the idea of a dalmatian named damnation. Fucking sweet. "Dalmatian, babe." He wipes his fingers in a napkin so he can lean over and pick sesame seeds out of her hair and off of her little sweater. "I thought you wanted a St. Bernard. The rescue dogs with the medicine around their neck, you remember?"

She points at the dalmatian's side where she's drawn a cross in red crayon. "He is a rescue dog."

Eddie hums appreciatively and picks up his burger again. But the time he's finished Roan has moved onto a clean page. She sits there tap tap tapping her crayon against the corner.

"What do I draw?" she asks.

Eddie grabs his napkin. "You didn't give me a look at the first one!" he exclaims, stacking her plate on top of his.

Roan struggles. Her sketchbook is a simple plain workbook from Bradley's with thin paper, but the size of it is still heavy in her small hands. She turns back to the page she'd just been decorating and brandishes it against her chest proudly.

"Holy sugar, that's awesome," he praises, and means it. "Is that Princess Peony?"

"The damnation is saving her," Roan says.

"I can see that."

He reaches under the table for his backpack. Inside, he carries around all the bare essentials necessary for successful kid outings — spare clothes, Teddy the pink bear with one ear, a hair brush, hair ties, her rain mac. And, the most important thing, wet wipes.

"Alright, c'mere. Let me wipe that face."

Despite contrary instruction, Eddie walks around to sit on her side of the booth. He does hands first, then crayons caught in the crossfire, then her face. She hates it, but when she was a baby she loathed it. He takes her scowl as an improvement.

"Why don't you draw... Maybe, a new family portrait? We can put it on the fridge like the first one. You can even include your damnation, if you like."

"He isn't real, dad."

"Just draw what's real, then. Can I trust you while I go get drinks?"

She makes a haughty little face that he takes for an eye roll and leaves to get drinks, though he's not really leaving. He's about ten feet away from her at all times and he keeps his eye on her.

He only looks away for what can't be ten seconds, and she's gone. His heart skips as his eyes scour the diner.

"Dad?"

Eddie flinches, his coke tipping over the side and down his hand. "Oh, sh- sugar," he says, kissing his fingers dry. "Babe, you scared me."

Roan stands at his knee with her drawing in hand. She wields it up at him insistently.

"That's for me? Swap?" he asks, offering her a small glass of juice.

Roan takes the juice in one hand. Eddie quickly takes her drawing so she can use both hands, watching the pride as she shuffles carefully back to the table. She doesn't spill a drop.

Eddie shakes out the drawing and sips his coke. The edges are ragged along the top where she's torn it free.

Front and centre is Roan. She's drawn herself with big long eyelashes and a full head of curls, total dad-win, in a huge cloud of pink he assumes is her very best princess dress. To her left is Eddie, same head of curls, long lashes amiss but a huge smile on his face, and to Eddie's left is Wayne. He looks especially dapper, a coffee mug in hand.

It's a great likeness.

And then there's you.

Your hair, your favourite shirt. Roan has drawn you with lovely eyes and a heart next to your smile, messy but so obviously you.

He beams like a fool as he sits down next to her again. She's already turned to a new page in her blook.

"Roan, this is amazing. And... That's Y/N."

"Duh," she says.

"Duh," he repeats, dumbfounded.

He wonders what he's supposed to say here. Telling her you aren't part of their family wouldn't be true. Telling her you are might set a precedent you aren't ready for. He worries it over for a while and takes despondent swings of coke, listening to Roan scribbling furiously beside him.

"Done!"

Eddie looks down. He gawks.

"Baby, is that..."

She points with her crayon enthusiastically. "Tada!"

"It's a castle," Eddie says carefully.

"That's where a princess gets married."

"And that's..."

"That's Y/N!"

There you are. Smiling, a bouquet of blue, red and yellow flowers on bright green stalks in hand. A prince stands beside you in a suit with a bright red scribble across his chest like a sash. The prince also has long, curly hair.

"Where are you?" he asks.

Roan points at a purple blob with black hair in the background. "I'm the flower girl."

Eddie throws his arm over her small shoulders and drops a firm, smacking kiss against her round cheek. "That's where you're wrong, bub. You'd be right next to me, my best girl."

She giggles infectiously at him, his words and breath tickling her face.

"Dad, don't be stupid. It's s'posed to be a man with you."

"Make an exception? Just this once it can be a girl. Pretty please?"

She smiles at him. It's a much older expression than she should have, like she's entertaining his fantasy, like he's the kid. "Okay, dad. I will be the best girl."

Later, when he tells you the story, you get super indignant. His stomach turns to a pit as he worries he's overstepped, but you say, "How is that fair? I want her to be my best girl."

"Maid of honour."

"What's the difference? You got her all this time completely by yourself, and you're not gonna share her on our wedding day?" Your voice drifts off as you dissapear into the bathroom, though he can hear you muttering, "Ridiculous."

He hides his electric blush with a pillow over his face. When you return, you climb half on his chest and force the pillow away to dot spearmint kisses against his pinked cheeks.

-

more eddie and roan (and reader!)

[mishkakagehishka]

"Mildly derogatory" but it sounds so cute?😭