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ragtimesss · 1 month
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spring evening in co. kilkenny
these are the grimsteads. they are my fictional family from late 19th century ireland. this particular scene would be closer to 1890. i have been in ireland for the past 3 months and have had the privilege to visit several vernacular cottages and so here i am applying some of the things i learned! still not completely accurate but i’m happy with it anyway :).
they characters are, from left to right: bláthnaid, john, niallán (nellie), eilís (ellie), bee (who actually belongs to my gf!!), and peter.
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rockhousejai · 2 months
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//BENDY SECRET OF THE MACHINE SPOILERS!!
I LOVE YOU RAGTIME GUFFIE YOU GOOFY OLD MAN!
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zenni-bunni · 7 days
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Barbershop Quartet Print
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camping-with-monsters · 5 months
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Swan Dancer 🦢
A little OC animatic I created sorta impulsively yesterday. Fun fact I almost started crying after I finished this animatic cause this song gets me every time.
Also posting to maybe make up for the fact that I haven’t done Pinocchio’s bio yet so he hasn’t gotten a reupload quite yet 😭. I’ll get it eventually though…
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derpdrawz4541 · 1 year
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Hey guys guess what he's back (for a while already, I just stopped posting shit for a while)
also ive decided to be lazy and resue the doc just because i can and no one can stop me
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spaceyaceylesbianart · 2 months
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Ragtime (left) and Hera (right)
I’ve gotten so very attached to their dynamic even tho they may never meet
Edit: Forgot both their scars
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snowberry-pie · 9 months
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the thing kit and raphael have in common is that they both composed and sung their own boss themes
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ima-ghost-art · 9 months
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"Our Children" from "Ragtime"
Ooo!!
This is Mistoffelees and Victoria's parents (I have ocs for them but they arnt relevant rn beside Victorialooks like their dad),
OR this is Jenny (who in my au is the current guardian of vic) and Bustopher (the twins uncle)
The two adults are reminiscing while watching the kits play, how the two siblings could never not be together as they are perfect fit for friends!!
The two adults learning to understand eachother through the love they both share for the kits, and getting closer together as partners/ friends because of it!!
(The line 'One so fair and the other Light and Dark... sudden joy and sudden spark' really sold that this is about the monochrome twins)
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snekjin · 1 year
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intermission | chi @ cgy | 26 jan 2023
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cofa · 1 year
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Cameron fact 1#
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Xe is a friend of the Leisurely Ragtime dancing man which I guess I'll call Charles.
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ragtimesss · 1 month
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john grimstead modern version. mobility aids because marfans syndrome + chronic joint pain.
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clottedscream · 2 years
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Working on a comic for the webtoons contest! I only started 11 days before the due date so fingers crossed I actually finish all 17 pages in time
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inkz123 · 7 months
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Drawing for @ragtiming of their OC Vail, and their partner's OC Livius💕 (owned by @fraternityofart) Thank you!🙏💕
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castor-doodliez · 5 days
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thankyu so much @teethcrunchrr for the tag :3
OC QUESTIONNARE TAG GAME
My questions are:
What did/do you want to be when you grow up?
- What's your favorite music genre or type? Or musical instrument?
- When picking out items to use, what do you prioritize? Cuteness, comfort, or usefulness? Or something else?
And ill be using Avery and Melai to answer these questions!
What did/do you want to be when you grow up?
Avery: U-um, back when I was in the program, I wanted to be like parker and help run the place.. Now though, I think I'm gonna be a teacher. What of, I haven't a clue, but I'm sure I'll figure something out!
Melai: I think when I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor, but that fell through for obvious reasons. Now? I mean shit, man, anythin' that'll bring in money, I guess.
What's your favorite music genre or type? Or musical instrument?
Avery: Oh, I don't have much of a preference for songs, as long as its not one of the hymns. The violin does sound very pretty, though!
Melai: If I say ragtime and 20's jazz, will I sound weird? Somethin' about it just gives me a funny feeling in my tums. And I suppose that the piano would be my favourite in terms of instruments.. Mostly when Mistoma plays it- I MEAN, um, it's just a really nice sound, yeah.
When picking out items to use, what do you prioritize? Cuteness, comfort, or usefulness? Or something else?
Avery: Most of the things I keep on my person are compact, useful, and easily hidden away. And though I would prefer it if they looked nice, that's not something readily available most of the time..
Melai: If it isn't a nessecity, I don't have it. And half the time, I don't have the nessecities, either-
-ANYWAYS, these are my questions to YOUR ocs:
• What's your happiest memory from growing up?
• Do you like to procrastinate, or get things finished early?
• What's the first place you think of when you hear the word "Home"?
I'm tagging my sins @thekidwith5namez @zaki-art @lemon-glitch @dreamyycathy @eunchaeluvr @lampilicious , and anyone else who wants to play! Go wild, gamers :3c
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oliash · 3 months
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Meet Mackenzie!
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Had the insatiable urge to make a computer based OC in recent months, and that finally culminated into this ragtime guy! Mackenzie! While I am still thinking of what I want him to have story wise I do have a few ideas for him! And given he’s currently my pfp, I figured he may as well my my first post too!
would he be bullied by vox? For being outdated? Probably!
would he constantly crash when trying to load the World Wide Web? Definitely!
does he sing and dance? Most definitely! I mean he’s not in that ragtime outfit for nothing!
-Ascher of Oliash
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licially · 8 months
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Of Sorrows & Morals
// an old piece for @666calistaxx and her OCs Catherine and Jack, those two took over my brain for this to come to life. // You can read the original formatted piece here
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A hazy red mist washed over the curtain call, within the jazz club laid the pizazz of New York’s finest. The stage, held together by the wooden floor, flooded with the lights that stood overhead in lamps and chandeliers that stood a testament for the amount of wealth this place holds.
One such guest took himself into an uproar, soon followed en masse as the jazz band’s instrumentals brought themselves out one by one. Of course, the tradition follows that this is one of the most revered bands of the 1920s, with drums and saxophone work seen nowhere else within a 40 mile radius of New York. 
The drummer, an ear or rhythm, was a top student at a notorious music school. The saxophonist, a student from the greats that are above his league, was an up and coming protégé amongst his peers. 
The pianist, rumored to be ‘Joplin’s next in line’, with his ragtime infused genre, had clear influence from his namesake.
The trumpet player, a newcomer on the scene, had some of the best runs in terms of bar hopping recently, befriending more and more bandmates and scoring shows left and right.
And finally, the singer. 
Known locally as “Catherine” or colloquially “Cash Candy Catherine”, she’s made a name for herself traveling through both speakeasies and jazz clubs alike to build a reputation for herself. Now she’s shooting her way to stardom, with all of the connections that span across the area like a widow’s web. 
She slowly dazzled her way to the microphone stand, her elegance matched only by her soothing greeting.
“Ladies, gentlemen. Welcome to New York’s Rendezvous.”
The crowd erupted into a fit of laughter and applause, as Catherine stood back and closed her eyes. She’d hoped for this much of an audience for so long, and she’s here. Her hands rested towards her middle, clasping her midsection as she thought back to her first show…
Her first one with Jack, who was the only one who showed up for her rehearsal, and the only person who applauded after it was over. Despite everything, he had found a way again and again to support her. At the start, until now, he had been her supporter.
However, tonight, as she opened her eyes to scan the audience that slowly killed their applause, he was nowhere to be seen. 
His signature glasses and brighter than usual smile didn’t fit the multitude of neutral faces that faced her.
Nonetheless, she kept on with her usual gig. She turned to the band, and signaled the band to start playing with a simple nod. 
As a jazz tune, slow but certain, started up, she turned back to her audience. The applause died down completely, and all eyes were on her. 
“This first one goes… out to him.”
She paused, not knowing how to take this in.
She kept scanning for a face. Any face. Something that took a hold of his shaders, his rather awkward pose, anything. Yet, she couldn’t find it.
“Wherever he may be.”
From the shadows of evil, into the spotlight, she stood there and cried out a lover’s lyricism. Her soothing voice assumed both a griever’s love and a symphonist’s concoction as she sang a cover of “Let Me Call You Sweetheart”. A succinct, powerful vocal that ruled over the instrumentals, Catherine poured her heart and soul into the performance of something less akin to a tribute and more of a final letter to her lover.
She reminisced about the conditions on which they met again, as she slowed down her performance to let the instrumentals run through the room. The perfect blend of such kept more and more patrons attentive towards the main stage, as she dove back out of the spotlight. 
As the background music continued playing, she descended back into an earlier time, again back to the first ever performance. An improvised song on the spot, she was nervous back then. The audience was few and far inbetween, and Jack stood amongst them. Waiting within the crowd, and behind a pair of otherwise illegal shaders to an already illegal and shady practice to begin with: a speakeasy. 
There was a deafening silence. 
Playing tunes that never bore any semblance to anyone abroad.
Lyrics that never did anything more than add into the illicit nature of it all.
“Well well well… aren’t ya the pretty voice for a pretty lady?”
The man in a green suit complimented - in poor words - as he approached the singer.
“And who might you be?”
“Someone who just… wants a talk.”
The figure smiled, as it soon faded back to–
“Catherine? Cath. Cath!” 
The drummer’s shaking, some members of the audience looking very disconcerted as some murmurs and whispers rose up during the commotion.
She stood there, concerned. Yet, the show she had promised needed to go on, as Catherine - underneath it all - soon disproved a dissonance to her delight.
She didn’t feel the need to think back to such events. Something that happened in the past stayed there, and whilst a cornerstone for her rising fame, she can’t reduce herself towards her vulnerabilities on these occasions.
Her singing, coupled by the band’s instantaneous improvisation, proved the crowd’s conversations wrong. Jazz continued onto the club’s nights, and her vocals stunned the night once again.
Never again will she be reminiscent of a tragic love, one burnt over the soothing smell of a Sunset Rose Cocktail.
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