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My favourite DJ and Drag Queen:

6arelyhuman!

The genderfluid urge to do T and become a drag queen

I....don't even know what to call this 🤣

Man, I hope Taylor Mac doesn't turn out to be problematic or anything because I've watched Taylor Mac's 24-Decade History of Popular Music documentary on Max 5 times now and it is definitely one of my new favorite comfort shows.

Mac's performance, the accompanying musicians, and the costumes are all so amazing.

My first pride was great and the drag queens and performers were wonderful but the real star of the show was the ASL translator they had working there

Like I don’t know who she was but she was fucking VIBING

I feel like most kids’ first experience with drag was dressing up Mr. Potato Head in a mustache and the little red hat with the flower

Come on  Give her a pearl necklace when you can’t even tell them apart

An informational comic I drew last year for my Comics 2 class, reposting it to my new account (had to jump ship from the old one unfortunately) with some minor grammar changes and learned my lesson in adding watermarks! Happy early pride :)

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I need a dabihawks AU where they are drag queens and they get cast on the same season of RuPaul's Drag Race. They're first shady towards each other because they have two very different drag styles but then develop a showmance where they're constantly around each other and you can see them in the background of episode being super touchy and they just live for each other, but then, for storyline reasons, they lipsync against each other but it's okay because they are still super flirty with each other after the show.

Basically give me Drag Queen dabihawks

I saw the need to make this. Ya’ll can thank me later.

I’m honestly loving everyone who agrees that the ultimately iconic URSULA THE SEA WITCH should be portrayed by someone who is a PLUS-SIZE AFRICAN-AMERICAN woman or drag queen in the remake of LITTLE MERMAID.

Much loooooooove‼️ Come thru Alex Newell‼️ Come thru Lizzo‼️

As of right now, I’m rooting for either of those two 😙

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

I drew Husk in Drag again because its been too long. I will never not make him goth

@lesbianangeldust this one’s for you. You and your gf inspired me.

A close up of them in drag in case you wanted it:

Why Husk in drag kindaaaa 🫣

All hail goth husk

A drag performer who inspires me?

Oh it would haaaave to be Todrick Hall.

I absolutely adore his works and his music.

Honestly I don’t know that many real drag queens as I wasn’t allowed to watch that kinda content growing up, so mostly I have discovered drag content to watch in the last two years.

Despite my drag ocs...

It’s come to my attest that I should probably post some of the art for Demons &Drag since I can’t focus long enough to finish the last eat chapter currently so

Here

In order we have Jem, Surri and Anitri

Demons and Drag pt. 4

Jem is sitting on their couch peacefully sipping their tea and watching Anitri swoon over the guys on TV when Surri walks into the room, phone in hand and a bored look on her face.

“Anitri, quit your drooling, we’ve got a job.”

Anitri whined and slide off the couch onto the floor.

“Do we have to go now? They’re almost to the part where they get shirtless.”

Jem groaned and turned off the TV, making Anitri yell.

“What’re y’all doing this time?” Jem said putting the remote behind them so Anitri wouldn’t grab it.

Surri glanced up from her phone and leaned on the wall.

“We were told that this guy; Mickey, they call him, is testing lethal injections on randos on the street. Has been for about two years, but the cops turn a blind eye cause he’s a white pretty boy.”

Jem’s brow lowered as their look of mild interest shifted to utter disgust. Jem looked away for a few seconds before their face lit up with what appeared to be an idea.

“Can I come?”

Surri was taken aback.

Not by the question itself, but the fact that Jem asked. Jem doesn’t ask for anything.

“Uhhh, sure? I guess it’s fine, but you got to bring something to defend yourself.”

Surri just looked at Jem.

Waiting.

Waiting to see what they came up with.

And much to Surri’s surprise, Jem reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a bat.

“Let’s go.” They said, and mad their way to the door.

“Where the Hell did that come from” Anitri called from the floor.

Surri shook of her surprise and walked over to her brother and pulled him of the ground by his jacket.

“Listen to the scary Enby.”

***

Jem, Anitri, and Surri were sitting at the bar of Meh discussing there plan.

“So when we find Mickey, Anitri will walk up to him and act like the twink he is. If our source is correct, Mickey will be to enthralled to notice us anything around him, so we can shoot the dart and it will inject the poison.” Surri explained. “Any question?”

Jem shook their head and glanced towards Anitri, who was touching up his hair in the bar mirror.

“Sis, what if the source is wrong?”

Surri pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

“Well we’ll be there if anything goes wrong, if he doesn’t have a react to you ‘wiles’” Jem gags “then just distract him until I can get a clear shot” Surri told him.

He turns to face her.

“It’ll be fine, we got you.”

He glances at Jem and they nod.

“Lets do this.”

***

They’re strolling down the street, Anitri in a grey sweater and shorts, his hair swept to the side, his tail swaying, and his glasses slumped forward in his nose.

Surri was in her normal black dress, but with a dark, red jacket today. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, showing the tattoo on her neck. A spider with an M on the thorax. In her jacket was her concealed dart gun.

Jem was wearing a green tank top and maroon pants under a long trench coat which concealed their bat. They had their hair tucked away in a moss green beanie.

“What does this guy look like again?” Jem asked, tucking a of green back into their hat.

“A Kyle.” Surri said.

Jem snorted a laugh while Anitri shuddered.

They turned a corner and they saw a guy wearing a tank and shorts, holding a kitten and a syringe. He looked as if he was about to use it on the kitten, which was meowing and squirming.

Surri watched as Jem shot forward and smacked the guy in the back of the head with their bat.

He dropped the cat and it scampered into a nearby bush.

“What the hell!!!” The guy said, turning towards the group, and Jem hit him again, this time in the face.

The guy, who Surri could now tell was Mickey hit the deck.

Jem just kept smacking the guy, muttering about how sick you have to be to try and harm an innocent kitten.

Anitri shook off his shock and rushed forward to pull her away from the now bloody and battered Mickey.

Jem huffed, handed the bat to Anitri and calmly walked over to the bush the kitten hid in.

While Jem looked through the bush, Surri walked up to the pile of blood and limbs that was Mickey, who was surprisingly enough still breathing.

Anitri looked at her, a question in his eyes.

She looked from Anitri, back to the battered form. With a roll of her eyes, she drew her gun and shot the dude in the forehead.

Anitri and Surri watched as the form shook and then stilled. Anitri was the first to walk over to Jem, who was now sitting on the ground next to the bush with a wiggly, ginger furball.

Anitri sat next to them and looked at the kitten. It had a scar above it’s right eye, which was green, the other eye being brown. It had a clump of thick fur in the middle of his head that looked like a Mohawk.

Jem held him up to show Anitri. Surri also turned to pay attention.

“This is Westley. He will be comin home with us.”

Surri gave a confused look.

‘Another cat?’ she thought to herself.

Surri crouched to get a better look at the kitten. He mewed at her in the tiniest little cat voice she’d ever heard and Surri decided that this cat was her new favorite roommate.

Demons & Drag pt. 3

DISCLAIMER!!!! TRANSPHOBIC SLUR IS USED. IM SORRY, I HATE IT TOO.

Also a Disney song is quoted. I didn’t come up with it obviously.

Surri sat in the back row of Leh, Jem’s club/bar. She watched as Anitri talked to some of the drag queens of to the side, noticing his occasional glances in her direction.

He had already briefed her on their target for tonight.

Lacy Budwick, a genocidal politician, who is allegedly supposed to show up here tonight for a meeting.

Jem insisted that the twins tell them when they plan to “get rid of” someone so they can advise them on where and how, mostly to ensure they don’t ruin anymore of their carpet.

Surri watched the specific drag queen that Jem had told her went by Mother of F’s, she was a tall lady with a white wig and dramatic green makeup. She had on a skin tight, emerald green dress that only reached her mid thigh. She had chains dangling around her neck and a smile on her face as she greeted patrons that came through the door.

After awhile, a lady in a power suit with blonde hair in what Surri could only describe as a Karen bob, with a scar along her jaw, walked through the door.

Target acquired.

“Welcome to Leh, I hope you have a wonderful evening, darling.” Mother of F’s said in a sweet voice to the woman.

“Whatever t****y, get out of my way.” Miss Bullshit spat.

“I beg your pardon?” the bewildered queen questioned.

“I said move it, t****y.” Said unwelcome politician.

Surri watched as Jem, or Coco Rose, seemingly materialized next to the two.

“Do we have a problem here?” asked the towering queen.

“The only problem is that this, t****y, won’t get out of my way.”

The flower covered queen looked down at Miss Budwick with a look of mild disgust.

“Excuse me, but we don’t tolerate that word choice here. I’m gonna have to ask you to apologize to this queen, for it is absolutely impolite and intolerant to degrade someone who outranks you; especially when they have done nothing wrong.”

“Why would I listen to a t****y like you?”

Upon hearing this, Coco Rose snapped three fingers and the lights shut off. A few seconds later, a spot light shown down on Coco Rose, center stage.

“Don’t you disrespect me little lady.”

Neon lights started to slowly light up.

“Don’t you derogate, or deride.”

The stage lights spread to show a very creole set.

“You’re in my world now, not your world.”

The two spotlights showed two of the other Queens, Delphine Lulu and Mother of F’s.

“And I’ve got friends on the other side,” Coco Rose said with a wink towards Surri as the other queens murmured the line over.

Surri questioned what the wink meant for only a second while the Queen continued their performance. They wanted Surri to act now.

She walked behind the bar, only getting a glance from Rue Dolly, the Queen on bar duty, before he went back to cleaning glasses.

She reached under the cabinet and found what she was looking for.

Arsenic.

Surri mixed a simple drink and shook the toxin in. She then carried it over to where Miss Bullshit was sitting.

Then returned to the bar to watch the magic happen.

After Coco Roses set was complete, Delphine Lulu took center stage for his set. Coco Rose made their way through the crowd, towards the bar. They met Surri’s eyes with a inquisitive look. Surri nodded.

She then felt her phone buzz.

She pulled it from her pocket to see Anitri questioning her on her progress.

“Just watch her and if she leaves follow her,” Surri texted in response, “She won’t last long.”

As the sets went on Surri helped Rue Dolly clean glasses while the temporary bartender was mixing drinks. On a normal day, Emily would bartend but from what Surri had heard from Jem, Emily was currently visiting her mother and would be back in a few days.

Surri felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“She’s on the move.” The text from Anitri read.

She placed the glass in her hand on the counter and slide out from behind the bar. She followed her brothers tail that she saw slip through the door. When she found him he was watching the intolerant politician, lean against the side of the building with saliva running down her chin as she clutched her stomach. She was only visible in the darkness due to the neon pink sign shining on her. Anitri nudged her convulsing body into an ally where she fell onto her side and let out choked gurgling noises, jerking and drooling until those noises stopped and the color drained from her eyes.

Another one bites the dust.

Anitri turns to Surri, a look that was hard to read in his eyes, and nodded as if to reassure her that the retched lady was dead.

Then they both headed back inside, took a seat in the back row and acted like nothing happened and they had been watching the show all along.

Jem Tucker from Demons and Drag.

So this is the beginning of a story I wrote. I wanted it to be more visible so I’m posting it here. Art will eventually be posted with it. It has been edited.

So I present to you,

Demons and Drag.

The flickering lights of their crappy agency was annoying the demon who was gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror as she applied her lipstick.

"Surri, hurry up. Boss said he wants this job done before midnight," her brother called into the room while passing by.

"Yeah, yeah, Anitri. I'll be right there." She called back.

She brushed her fingers along her foxish ears, making sure there hairs were all facing the same direction, and arose from her seat. She walked out of the room, hips swaying with her tail, the way any sucubus in this industry would.

"Ready?" She asks her brother.

"Always," he answered, his fangs showing with his sly smile.

***

"Lemme get this straight," Jem said, in full drag attire. "You want me, to let you, someone who has no experience, go up on my stage and sing your pretty little heart out because your 'daddy' will pay me to?"

The girl nodded, insistently.

Jem sighed, placing a manicured hand to their face.

"Listen darling, that's not how it works here. We have people who have been doing this for years performing, and if they're new we've screened them, they've auditioned, and we've scheduled their performance. We don't just let anyone who wants to perform on a whim on my stage. If you want to perform on my stage, we can discuss this later but right now I've got a show to start." They finish and turn to take to the stage.

Dress billowing, Coco Rose stands center stage and starts the night.

"Welcome all you morally ambiguous people!"

***

"We're here," Anitri said, glancing at his phone.  "Target is Dr. Nano Gunther. Has been proven to overdose patients with mal intention, forcing patients to add him into their will then killing them off, purposefully botching surgeries, this guys a sicko. And he's all yours."

Surri glares at him, his smirk still on his face when she faces the door.

"Piece of cake," she says as she strides into the club in her short black dress.

She walks right up to the bar and takes a seat, glancing the stage where a bubbly drag queen was preforming a rather childish song. When she returned her attention to the bar another queen was to be seen, mixing drinks. She had on a rosy dress that poofed out from the waist down.

"What can I get you, darling?" they asked.

"A glass of wine would be marvelous," Surri said sweetly.

"Coming right up, sugar" the queen said.

While the queen was working on getting the wine and glass, Surri's eyes scanned the club for her target.

"Who you lookin for?" The queen asked, pushing the wine towards Surri.

"Oh no one, I just like to people watch."

"Well, people round here are pretty interesting, I'm Coco Rose."

"Surri, Surri Turazora."

"Nice to meet you, Surri."

"Likewise."

Coco leaned over the bar and whispered, "You shouldn't leave your phone on, he's in the third booth from the bathrooms."

Surri's eyes widened and she quickly turned off her phone, then her eyes watched Coco Rose to see what their reaction was but they were cleaning glasses a few feet over.

Surri got out of her seat and walked away, shaking her head at the interaction.

She found the booth and walked by with her head held high, her hip out and her tail a-swaying. She can feel the Doctor's eyes on her as she heads to small table by the stage. She spots her brother in the corner of her eye, talking to Coco Rose, the drag queen from earlier.

After a few minutes, the doctor slides into the chair across from Surri.

"Hey, babygirl," he said, trying to seem attractive.

He was thin and tall, with short black hair and dull blue eyes. The only interesting thing about him was the scar that was on his jaw.

"Hiya handsome, come here often," Surri asked, in her sweetest voice.

"From time to time, you here alone?"

Red flag.

"Oh yeah, I was scouting the place out for my friends bachelorette party."

"Good," he said, sliding closer to her.

She cringed internally, he's just like most of her marks. A totally creep, who wouldn't know how to except a no if it kicked him in the nuts.

He chats her up a bit while the drag queen finishes her song and asks her if she wants to come with him somewhere a bit more private.

Spotting her opening she agrees and goes along with him, trying not to gag as his arm wraps around her waist.

They head to one of the private rooms that he apparently rented out.

'This is it,' Surri thought to herself as the Doctor sat in a chair, legs apart, patting his lap.

She walked up to him, placed her hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.

He leaned close to her.

His sudden intake of breath was heard clearly through the room. He pushed her off of him and clutched his side.

She flicked her dagger to get some of the blood off it before turning her gaze back towards him.

"But I thought you were into pain, Sir," she said, knowing full and well that he wanted to correct her but as her poisoned laced dagger had made its mark, he knew it was a fruitless effort.

"Why," he breathed out as he crumbled to the floor.

"Because you are a disgusting creature that no one deserves to encounter."

And with that she stabbed him through his head.

...

Jem is watching the entrance to one of their private rooms that they saw that Surri chick head through with that creep. They let out a very soft sigh when they saw her leave the room, unharmed, but alone.

Jem watched Surri approach that tall, lanky fellow they meet earlier. Anitri. They look similar, twins perhaps?

They left after a few words.

Jem slide out from behind the bar, signaling for Delphine Lulu to take over.

They walked over to the room and opened the door slowly, hand ready to grab their pepper spray from their skirt if necessary, only to be shocked at the sight.

The creep lay crumpled on the floor, head twisted, two stab wounds; both of which were green and foaming.

Dead.

"Now I have to replace the carpet again," Jem muttered.

...

"Anitri, are you sure about this?" Surri asked him as they entered the lobby of the apartment building. They were going to meet with a person who was looking for some new roommates.

They stood in the elevator, Anitri swaying along to the music while he fiddled with the sleeves of his crimson sweater. Surri just picked at her nails, she had got blood on them the other night and it wouldn't come out, so she just made a design out of it.

The door opened and the walked a ways down the hall and knocked on the door.

The person to open the door had short black hair that faded to a vibrant green. They were taller than Surri but shorter than Anitri and had dark brown skin with a blotchy pinkish birthmark on their left shoulder. They looked unimpressed.

They stared the twins down for a second before they spoke.

"Oh, your the ones who murdered that guy at my bar."

Please reblog with a picture of any outfit/accessory/hairstyle you’d like me to draw Zuko in

Silly fun stuff is cool but cunty slay stuff is highly encouraged

Drag queen peacock :3

Art I was commissioned very recently by the “House of Jambon Beurre” (a Drag association in Lille) for their upcoming event !!