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Freddie & John in Japan – 1975 Photo by Koh Hasebe Scanned from Queen 1975-76 Photo Library Series [クイーン 1975-76 フォト・ライブラリー・シリーズ]

This is my entry for an ig dtiys. The theme is oil painting from 17th/18th century. Hope you'll like it!

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I’m Gonna Crawl-John Deacon x Reader

Summary: Working at a failing clothing store doesn’t have many perks until you make a promise with a rock band too poor to afford the stage costumes of their dreams–which is how Roger and Deaky find themselves both smitten by you and in a silent competition to win your affections. 

Word Count: 9.5k+

Warnings: Slow burn, frustration, Roger is a fucking cockblock, filthy sex, dirty talking

You squinted as you thumbed a paper tag woven through a silk sleeve of a shirt you were convinced was too flamboyant and too expensive for anybody to ever purchase. The sleeves were pleated, and the buttons on the back were sheathed in the same silk, pulled taut over them. The sleeves flared out, and hung much lower than the narrow bodice of the shirt did; you wondered who could even fit comfortably in such an awkwardly shaped garment.

But apparently someone thought they had a chance of fitting into and liking the shirt, (which you had to admit was pleasingly soft to the touch), because your quite authoritarian boss commanded you to put it on hold.

“We got a call for an item to be put on hold, Y/N.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile, a pen bobbing from in between crooked teeth as he punched numbers into a desk calculator, the buttons worn away from use in excess. You had offered to bring your own in, but he insisted that this one was a better model–whatever that meant. He was the quintessential model for a type A personality: controlling, neurotic, overly-aggressive. So gently lifting the velvety grey hanger from a hook in an abandoned dressing room, you noted how his personality was antithetical to this free-flowing shirt that you still couldn’t fathom the idea of somebody wanting.

“He’s coming around at three,” He said, jotting a number down onto a yellow legal pad, sighing as he capped the pen. You cringed, noting how the shaft of it was coated in his spit. “He said his name is Freddie, so remember that. I’ll be gone by two-thirty; I have a meeting with corporate about our sales.”

You nodded, looking at your chipped nail polish; the white varnish was almost shaped like a heart, jagged on the edges. “Alright.” You slipped behind the front counter and carefully hung some crisp button-ups on a metal clothing rack next to a cash-register, the pads of your fingers cold against the silver rod on the top. But he was silent, and when you looked up to meet his beady eyes, his eyebrows were raised, as if he were awaiting your prying response. You really didn’t want to feed into his belligerence; if you even mentioned something that faintly annoyed him, he’d spit in your ear for twenty minutes, complaining about lunch hours and corporate and his wage–which was almost double of yours. But you sighed, tongue-in-cheek, as you straightened up the pens that scattered the tabletop; for being so anal, he was awful at organization. “What’s up with the sales? Negative, I take it?” You mindlessly opened a small drawer in-between two cash-registers, pulling out a faded green nail file to distract yourself enough so you wouldn’t be forced to look at his face.

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It's been a while so here are some doodles of 70s Deaky enjoying the company of his wife backstage 😌💕 Ah how I miss having more Johnica content 😭

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JOHN DEACON - Hungarian Rhapsody, 1986

I just realized that I never posted this

You can see this dialog after u kill Toriel

so funny that in poland we call this ->@ monkey

Kris

krib

December walk

Long time not drawn a Kris - and I had a nice pose ref

autism be DAMNED my kid can work a grill!

“two minutes in jail and you’ve already resorted to eating moss”

About that, kris

Do not repost my art!

Kris and Susie's friendship gives me life

spunchbob

mischievous kids

got damn i can play tick tack toe on frisck frack's fore head!!

* Knowing that your forehead is wide enough to host a game of tic tac toe...

* It fills you with... several X's and O's.

reflection

real reason u cant bring him irl is hes so itty bitty hed get lost

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNDERTALE ❤

(and also... Deltarune too? xD)

The whole Deltarune situation is fascinating because usually what happens with indie game developers is they try to do the Big Passion Project that's been brewing in the back of their brain for the last twenty years as their very first major undertaking – and if they're extremely lucky, they don't burn themselves out in the process! – but Toby Fox didn't do that.

Instead, he deliberately started with a much more modest game that was essentially a scaled down AU version of the Big Passion Project, mostly as a way of teaching himself the ins and outs of game development, with no real expectation of broad appeal, but then that practice project proved to be immensely popular.

So basically what we're seeing now is what happens when an indie dev is able to approach their Big Passion Project – the one that most indie devs burn their brains out trying to tackle solo – with access to a team and a budget, and, um, well

I have to confess that the results are thus far a little concerning!

Go vote in the only election that ever mattered

“Gender is what’s in your pants” then what the hell is this?

Pumpkin Gutsss

swoosh

New vessel who dis (x)

younger brother’s trick

GET BACK HERE

he's here