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Reece Shearsmith on The One Show

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Y’all it’s HAPPENING!!!

#I'm so upset that I live in America #I hope they film one of the shows

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Smoke Break -- Rest Home Ricky

#fan art #shock treatment #Rik Mayall #Rest Home Ricky

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yeah sorry i can't hang out today. i'm thinking about 1990s british comedy Bottom starring Adrian Edmondson and Rik Mayall. yeah it's gonna be all day.

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Practicing drawing Rest Home Ricky for Rik and Ade Fest.

#Rest Home Ricky #Shock Treatment #fan art #Rik Mayall

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#Twin Peaks #Cutie Patootie

thumbs up is one of the most useful and versatile things that an autistic boy can have in his arsenal

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At The Foot of My Bed

                             

    I stood at the foot of my bed. I was wearing a dark blue suit I didn’t recognize. The material was clearly expensive and well-tailored, hinting to a fit, lean body underneath.  A neat, white handkerchief was folded with care in the suit jacket’s breast-pocket. Staring forward , my green eyes were not the usual unattractive mix of exhaustion and hatred, but of contentment and maybe a little joy. Dark circles, like permanent eye shadow, of which I had grown accustomed to had not claimed these eyes. No, at the foot of my bed, those eyes did not have sagging, purple-grey flesh clinging to the bottom of their sockets like loose, cooked chicken skin. This skin was pink and tight. This me could be in an advertisement for eye cream they looked so damn healthy. Oh, and my scar! Where was that? The right side of his lips were unblemished. Had I never met the enraged man at the bar? Had his class ring that glimmered in the light as it came crashing down on me, snagging my lip and tearing it apart, not existed? Or had I simply not goaded him into a fight to begin with?

  If I had fought the man with this body, I would’ve surely won. I hadn’t lifted any form of weight in decades and a vegetable had not graced my dinner plate in just as long. The body in front of me most likely thrived on a high protein diet with a substantial side of greens. Perfect me smiled warmly, revealing his pearly white, exceptionally aligned teeth. It was apparent he never missed a single dentist appointment. I self-consciously rubbed my tongue against the bottom row of my broken, grey teeth. I felt like Narcissus gazing into the pool, aside from the fact that I did not have the beauty that the me at the foot of my bed possessed.

“Honey,” a ragged, drained voice called out from just outside my bedroom, ripping me out of my visual love affair with Perfect Me.

   “Uh, yeah?” I shifted my body to the left so I could see down the hallway. I could just make out the silhouette of my wife leaning out the bathroom doorway. 

  “Did you lock all of the doors?”

  “Yes, of course,” I sighed. This was part of our routine. I would say yes even I forgot. I could always lock up during my midnight fridge raid.

  “Oh good,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

   My attention returned to Perfect Me. He had only folded his arms during the pointless discourse with my wife. Suddenly a thought occurred to me - what would Tammy think when she saw him? I was still processing this when she ambled into our bedroom, wrapped in her floral house coat. Tammy passed the well-groomed me without a glance, plopping onto the bed next to me. It creaked under her weight as she settled in, shuffling the sheets about. Perfect Me’s eyes followed her movements with palpable endearment. A light smile played upon his lips as he watched her grab a book from her bedside table and open it to where her bookmark had laid snug since the night before.

   I struggled to recall the last time I looked at her with any form of love. Tammy was comforting and sweet in personality, but she was very mundane. I didn’t dislike my wife, but I found no beauty in her, inside or out. However, this undeniably gorgeous version of me, reacted as though Ava Gardner had just sauntered into the room garbed in an extravagant dressing gown. It was perplexing to say the least.

  “You don’t mind if I read for an hour or so, do you?” Tammy asked, eyes already glued to her book.

 “No, of course not,” I replied. I wanted an excuse to keep the lights on anyway. I couldn’t lose sight of Perfect Me. I wanted to speak with him. To ask how and why he looked so good compared to the ghoulish version of me that was hunkered down in a sagging bed next to his mediocre wife. Was he handed better opportunities than me? A better family than the hostile, demanding one I had been presented with? Was he accepted at a proper University instead of the community college I begrudgingly applied to? He certainly had a successful career, as was evidenced by his suit. In this life, I had only rented suits for special occasions. Fortunately, I was rarely invited to any occasion.

  I needed to speak with him, but if I could I only see him, I would look like an idiot speaking to myself. Well, I would be talking to myself. As I struggled to form a plan to communicate with him, I felt the bed sink slightly near my feet. Perfect Me had planted a knee down onto the bed. Too stunned to move, I caught sight of Tammy in my peripheral vision. She was oblivious to Perfect Me’s sudden advancement, with her nose inches away from her book, mouthing the text as she read. Perfect Me then leaned forward, placing his left hand next to my knee. His right hand, which was free of a wedding ring, reached out. Without hesitation, I brought myself upward and gripped his outstretched hand. His flesh was so soft in comparison to the harshness of mine. He must have a job that has been very kind to them, or at very least he moisturizes on a daily basis. My heart swelled as I met his gaze. I no longer cared about the possibility of Tammy looking up to see me holding onto an invisible force. Perfect Me grinned, letting out an easy, melodious chuckle.

  “Would you like to trade?” he whispered.

  My mind went to a story I read in elementary school, the Prince and the Pauper. 

  “Absolutely,” I whispered back.

  “So be it.” His grin widened into a sneer as he yanked me directly into him. 

   Bracing for a collision that never happened, I found myself on my back on the bedroom floor. Sitting up, I rubbed my forehead in an attempt to reorient myself. As I temporarily became distracted by how heavenly my skin felt, an unnatural itch crept throughout my body. I glanced down and saw the expensive suit Perfect Me had worn. It looked so comfortable on him, but on me, it felt like tiny bugs were burrowing their way into my skin. I tugged and pried erratically at the buttons of the jacket to no avail. It was like it was now a part of my skin. Or rather, it was my skin.

  Above, muffled voices broke me briefly from my turmoil. I jerked around and realized I was in front of my bed. Moving to my knees now, I peered upwards. I saw my old self in bed with Tammy. Hideous Me, with the horrific scar and the unfit body. They were deep in conversation. She giggled at whatever nonsense he was spouting. Her book lay abandoned on her lap.

   He pointed to her book and she nodded, giving a him a sugary sweet smile. As her eyes drifted away from him to the book, Hideous Me’s eyes shifted over to meet mine. He winked then returned his attention to my wife. I cried out to her, but could only release pitiful croaks as I fought against my suddenly weakened and dry vocal cords. I banged my fists on the bed as my warnings fell on deaf ears. I doubled over as blinding pain tore through my body. I silently whimpered, as I could no longer create sound. Despite it all, I shakily rose to my feet. Maybe after sometime I could convince whatever I traded places with to switch back. He will eventually regret inhabiting my old, misshapen body with my boring bookworm of a wife. Surely he will, I thought, as I watched him kiss her.

    I stood at the foot of my bed.

#Short story #horror #Horror story #doppleganger

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#RikAndAdeFest2024

The day has arrived! The prompt list is ready! Thank you to everyone who submitted new prompts - and thank you for abiding by the temporary ban on TYO and Bottom prompts. Please DM @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel if you're interested in claiming a prompt.

Rules & Guidelines:

*Strictly no hate towards any prompts allowed - if you don't like one for whatever reason, don't claim it.

*You may take on as many prompts as you'd like, but only one at a time. This is to ensure claimed prompts are completed and not simply claimed and forgotten.

*If, for any reason, you find yourself unable to complete the prompt you've claimed, please let @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel know. It's okay, no one will be mad!

*If you produce fanart - please email it to [email protected] or DM it to @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel. It will be added to a fanart book and posted in the collection. If you have an ao3 account, please let us know your username so we may add you as co-creator; if you don't have an ao3 account, please provide us with an alias you wish to be credited under.

*If you produce fanfic and have an ao3 account - please add your work to the ao3 collection before posting it, otherwise it will appear in the tags early. When searching for collections to add a work to, the fest's will appear as Rik And Ade Fest 2024 (RikAndAdeFest_2024). Previous years' collections should not be available for you to add to, but please make sure the collection is marked 2024 before you add your work.

*If you produce fanfic and don't have an ao3 account - please email it to [email protected] as a Word Doc, Google Doc, or any other file type that is copy and paste friendly. Please also give us an alias you wish to be credited under and any tags you would like us to add to your fic. Your fic will be posted to the collection via the ao3 account RikAndAdeFest and will not be edited by us.

*500 words minimum for all fanfic.

*Fanart must be sent with a high resolution.

*The deadline for all submissions is 2nd June. The collection will be posted on 12th June.

Here is the PDF with the prompt list:

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Have fun, scumbags!

#Yay! #I haven't drawn my boys in a while #RikAndAdeFest

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#RikAndAdeFest2024

The day has arrived! The prompt list is ready! Thank you to everyone who submitted new prompts - and thank you for abiding by the temporary ban on TYO and Bottom prompts. Please DM @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel if you're interested in claiming a prompt.

Rules & Guidelines:

*Strictly no hate towards any prompts allowed - if you don't like one for whatever reason, don't claim it.

*You may take on as many prompts as you'd like, but only one at a time. This is to ensure claimed prompts are completed and not simply claimed and forgotten.

*If, for any reason, you find yourself unable to complete the prompt you've claimed, please let @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel know. It's okay, no one will be mad!

*If you produce fanart - please email it to [email protected] or DM it to @xgardensinspace or @neil-neil-orange-peel. It will be added to a fanart book and posted in the collection. If you have an ao3 account, please let us know your username so we may add you as co-creator; if you don't have an ao3 account, please provide us with an alias you wish to be credited under.

*If you produce fanfic and have an ao3 account - please add your work to the ao3 collection before posting it, otherwise it will appear in the tags early. When searching for collections to add a work to, the fest's will appear as Rik And Ade Fest 2024 (RikAndAdeFest_2024). Previous years' collections should not be available for you to add to, but please make sure the collection is marked 2024 before you add your work.

*If you produce fanfic and don't have an ao3 account - please email it to [email protected] as a Word Doc, Google Doc, or any other file type that is copy and paste friendly. Please also give us an alias you wish to be credited under and any tags you would like us to add to your fic. Your fic will be posted to the collection via the ao3 account RikAndAdeFest and will not be edited by us.

*500 words minimum for all fanfic.

*Fanart must be sent with a high resolution.

*The deadline for all submissions is 2nd June. The collection will be posted on 12th June.

Here is the PDF with the prompt list:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Kx1Gfn9gOQXndaIss28EqbOhr31_Hkbw/view?usp=drivesdk

Have fun, scumbags!

#Yay! #I haven't drawn my boys in a while #RikAndAdeFest

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Vyvyan Basterd. 1982 👑

#Such a great photo of Vyvyan #Vyvyan Bastard #The Young Ones

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vyv drawing for the soul....

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Having seen many movies with a similar premise, I was expecting Drop Dead Fred to be about Fred coming to life, maturing with the help of Lizzie, and then falling in love with her. I was NOT expecting this heartbreaking story about a broken woman who learns to stand up for herself and becoming comfortable with independence. I’m crying.

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Emerging from the cellar 💫🕰️

#evildead #amazing art #Ash

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They're having a nice little party!

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🦷Tapeworrmart Pinned post🦷

More of an organised space for all my links and shops etc.

🔪I take commissions! Please DM me if interested. Commission price info and examples:

🔪Self stocked Etsy shop with 400gsm silk card prints and stickers of selected works:

Can also DM me to purchase (so not to use Etsy)

🔪General Inprnt shop with a wider variety of my art:

🔪General links to my kofi, paypalme, gofundme, as well as all the ones mentioned above:

#talented artist #commissions #cool art

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Three's a Murder. An acrylic painting.

#crows #acrylic painting #Three's a Murder

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Quick Link sketch

#legendofzelda #Link #fanart