#remember when this was an art blog? yeah me neither | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kindlyanni · 2 years

Text

Dream revealed his identity to Hob at the New Inn, as well as where he had been for the last 100+ years. Still he felt he needed to say something to Hob, but eventually Hob has to work it out himself.

10 pages under the cut:

Notes:

I rushed this thing in a week so I apologize if there are some mistakes…. The first pages have a weird layout because I thought I'd figure it out later and then I didn't. OTL

TV Dream spent over a century naked an humiliated in a snow globe so I imagine maybe now he's like "clothes? Very nice, so comfy. I love clothes. I shall be wrapped in the darkness of the soft 100% dream cotton for the unforseeable future."

Don't be an ass face and repost this elsewhere. If you do you have a literal ass where your face should be. Ew.

If you would like, feel free to translate this comic in the replies/reblog. It's a lot, sorry.

I probably forgot something… it's 4 am.

On twitter!

#I'm sorry the page layout is awkward for any device I did not think it through #dreamling #the sandman #fanart #hey remember when I said on my other blog that I'm not gonna ship them? Yeah me neither don't @ me!#nn art

11K notes · View notes

ghostrabbitz · 2 years

Text

Shoutout to everyone who followed me during my extremely short lived marble hornets fixation just for me to immediately get back into Pokémon and never post about it again

#I’m so sorry LMAO #remember when this was an art blog #yeah me neither #marble hornets #pkmn

5 notes · View notes

bamsara · 2 months

Note

Y'all still remember when this was mostly a FNAF blog? Yeah, me neither.

this is my personal art and talking blog, not a fandom specific one. it's going to be whatever I want it to be to my personal interest

412 notes · View notes

rimbaud-fan-page · 7 months

Note

Ppl definitely change Rimbaud's personality so much it annoys me. Especially when they treat him as more level headed and logical or more like. Nice than Verlaine. He doesnt read as cold as much as just very aloof and almost out of it seeming to me tho, i feel like when you meet him he seems spacey.

Ive talked about it a bunch on my blog (tho i will admit. He and Verlaine are fem4fem and nonbinary to me. They are equally masc in that they super arent masc at all. So like note that before you go looking at my posts) but like. Bro hes insane and fucked up same as his husband good lord theres so few good fics of rimlaine and i tried to write one but rereading it it sucked and all my others are wips.

Also like. Ppl feminize Rimbaud but dont even give us the fun flirty fanart??? I mean i want fun flirty art of Verlaine too but seriously come on.

Rimbaud is logical to a certain extent, at least with anything that doesn't include Verlaine. His entire mindset is that he cannot allow other people to distract from his work, that emotions will only get in the way of his achievements. This mindset is inherently illogical, of course, but it does mean that he would be more level-headed and wouldn't allow emotions to impact his actions. Fifteen isn't a great demonstration of this because his motivations are all about Verlaine, the thing he's illogical about.

Rimbaud is spacey in Fifteen, because most of the time we see him, he remembers almost nothing of his past, he's still mixing things up and having memories suddenly occur to him, he's lost. He's also fucking funny because half the things he say are absolute bullshit. Fym you were gonna jump in the fire to warm up, dramatic ass.

I love fem4fem nonbinary rimlaine, and very badly want to see your posts. I honestly think neither of them would have very strict ideas when it comes to their own genders, for a multitude of reasons. I just hate when people over-feminise one character for a ship. Rimbaud is so fucking insane, and I love him for it. His whole line about taking Verlaine back with him to France whether he has to tear off an arm or leg first? Oooofhhh, that got me good. I've tried to write some rimlaine fics myself, since I'm a picky little bastard, but honestly am having the same problems as you </3

And honestly yeah, at the very least give us some fun fanart, but nooooooo.

#ty for the ask anon <33 #i appreciate you dearly #arthur rimbaud #bsd arthur rimbaud #rimlaine #paul verlaine #bsd paul verlaine #bsd fifteen #stormbringer #bungou stray dogs #bsd

22 notes · View notes

stormandsparks · 3 months

Text

intro post?

ok we’re gonna ignore my original intro post bc it’s wrong and yeah

this one’s gonna stay at the top of the blog :)

Ok so first, simple facts:

Call me Stormy or Lee! Either is fine and neither are my real name. My pronouns are she/they but idrc, any other than he/him are fine :D

I’m bisexual, gender questioning and grayromantic? I think?

Fandoms/stuff I’m obsessed with:

Good omens, Star Trek (Voyager/SNW), SPOP, WOF (to an extent), Discworld, insert stuff I forgot rn that I’ll add later lol-

Current hyper obsessions:

Ineffable husbands (good omens), Spapel (SNW), checkmatch (Ghostbusters)

Hobbies:

Drawing, though I’m not great at it.

Reading fantasy and sci-fi books so if you know any good ones lmk!

Listening to music (basically any music lol) Hyperfixating XD

other stuff:

Any gender, sexuality etc. are welcome here! I’m not a furry or a therian but they’re welcome too :D

Also i love u mutuals u guys are the best <333

Tags I use when I remember:

#lee falls down a flight of stairs (shitposting tag)

#lee does art

#intro post #lee falls down a flight of stairs

7 notes · View notes

archiveikemen · 1 year

Text

Affinity of The Past: Yasuchika & Akihito – Chapter 2

I do not own any of the Ikemen Series content being uploaded on this blog, everything belongs to CYBIRD. Please support them by playing their games and buying stories. Not 100% accurate, expect mistakes.

read this before interacting with my posts

Chapter 1

.

Akihito: Good evening, Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: — Akihito.

Fortunately, neither the clan head nor the nobles heard the name he muttered.

Akihito: Shh. Don't do that, Yasuchika. Those people can’t see me.

Akihito walked up to the head of the clan who was in the middle of a conversation, and waved his hand in front of his face.

Just like he had said, he was invisible to everyone except Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: …

Head of Abe Clan: Yasuchika? What’s the matter?

Yasuchika: No, nothing—

With a graceful smile, Akihito walked behind the clan head and put both of his index fingers above his head like a devil’s horns.

Akihito: Yasuchika, look. A devil.

Yasuchika: …

Akihito: Was it this devil who made my little Onmyoji wear that gloomy look on his face? Oh, he’s done for.

Next, the fist that was swung at the clan head went right through his body and he didn't feel a thing.

Yasuchika: … Hehe.

Yasuchika burst into laughter and needed a good reason to leave the room, in order to escape the suspicious looks from the adults—

Yasuchika: Seriously! That was too big of a prank, Akihito!

Akihito: My bad.

Although he complained in a peevish manner, Yasuchika was smiling.

The precocious boy knew that Akihito did it to cheer him up.

Yasuchika: At any rate… you’re still as mysterious as ever, Akihito.

Yasuchika: If you were a regular living spirit, you would be visible to every Onmyoji except for me.

One day, Yasuchika met a young man in the mansion who appeared to be a living spirit — Akihito had lost all his memories except his name.

Akihito: That kept me from being exterminated.

Yasuchika: Yeah.

Yasuchika: Let’s put that aside. What will you be teaching me today, Akihito?

Whenever Yasuchika wasn’t “schooling” or “working”, Akihito would teach him various things.

Akihito: You’re very fond of learning.

Yasuchika: Not exactly, but I like listening to the things you say.

Yasuchika: I didn’t even know that there were so many names for different flora and fauna until you taught me.

Akihito: … I see.

Akihito muttered a little sadly and turned to the bookshelf.

Akihito: Shall we learn about poetry today?

Akihito: Poetry is filled with human emotion, I’m sure it’ll be of great value to you, Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: Emotions?

Akihito: This world is full of beautiful sights and emotions. I want you to know that, Yasuchika.

Yasuchika: But why do all the adults who approach me have someone they hate?

Yasuchika: They’re always asking me to curse others.

Akihito let out a small sigh and looked at Yasuchika.

Akihito: The art of yin-yang magic is…?

Yasuchika: An amiable power that can be used to help people in need.

Akihito: Good that you remembered that, Yasuchika.

Akihito gently patted Yasuchika’s head with his hand that only Yasuchika could feel.

Yasuchika: Mm…

Akihito: Did that tickle?

Yasuchika: Nope, it just felt kind of strange.

Unfamiliar with receiving affection, Yasuchika's response left Akihito speechless.

Akihito: That felt strange to me too.

Yasuchika: Really? We’re the same, then.

After saying that gleefully, Yasuchika suddenly paused.

Yasuchika: … Um.

Yasuchika: Should I find out more about you?

Yasuchika: You being unable to leave this mansion might have something to do with your past.

Akihito: … No.

Yasuchika’s eyes widened when Akihito refused.

Akihito: It’s fine. Perhaps it’s better if I don't remember.

Yasuchika: …

Yasuchika thought of something while listening to Akihito’s seemingly lonely words…

Yasuchika: Akihito, can you bend down a little?

Akihito: Huh?

This time, it was Yasuchika who patted Akihito’s head.

Yasuchika: When I grow up and become a top tier Onmyoji, I’ll definitely get you out of here!

Yasuchika: I’ll be sure to find a way to do that. And we’ll go outside and enjoy the beautiful scenery together, okay?

Akihito: … Yasuchika.

Akihito: It’s a promise.

Just then, there was some commotion in the hallway—

Group of Onmyoji’s Voices: It’s an Oni! An Oni is attacking!

Yasuchika • Akihito: …!

Almost immediately after the two got startled, a roaring strike of lightning caused the entire mansion to shake—

#ikemen genjiden #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #AoTP_Yasuchika&Akihito #niki translates

17 notes · View notes

crow-brainworms · 4 months

Text

Remember when this was supposed to be an art blog? Yeah me neither

#god this is like 3 pixels #''nobody wants your OCs Crow!'' ''PLEASE''#OC: Logan Roy #OC: Crowfood #OC: Brutus #OC: unnamed guy I doodled on schoolwork lmao #OC: Littledove #art #my art #got everything from Call of Duty to Warrior Cats in here

3 notes · View notes

crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 2 years

Text

That Arknights AU I Keep Threatening My Friends With

I remembered that this is my blog and if I want to write whumpy AU shit with my OCs then literally no one can stop me! I haven't forgotten about the other stuff that I'm in the middle of writing but alas, you know how it goes, it'll get continued when that plot cycles back around in my head <3

TWs: torture, hostage situation, electrocution, blood

The ping of the landship intercom interrupted the quiet chatter of the study room, twelve sets of eyes looking up to the ceiling. "Will Operator Riptide please report to the Doctor's office immediately? Repeat. Will Operator Riptide please report to the Doctor's office immediately?"

Eleven eyes shifted back to Brian's face. With a deep breath, he smiled and closed the notebook in front of him. "Well, looks like we're wrapping up the lesson a little early today. Do the questions at the end of the chapter and we'll meet up again in three days, okay?" The teenagers in front of him nodded, some muttering a phrase of consolation.

They all understood what it meant to be summoned to see the Doctor, especially when an operation was occurring.

The trip across the sprawling ship felt impossibly long for how quickly Brian walked. Eyes locked ahead of himself, other operators stepped aside for the Perro--the relationship he had with Elliot, Jack, and William wasn't a secret. Neither was the fact that their squad hadn't been heard from for the last two days.

Deep in the depths of the landship, Brian knocked at solid metal doors. They slid open with a hiss, the smell of blood hitting Brian like a landslide. Before him, Elliot sat slumped in a chair with two medics tending to him, the hands of one glowing with healing Arts.

Bruises swallowed Elliot's face, one of his eyes swollen shut. His head was tipped backwards, looking to the ceiling in blank exhaustion as he spoke. "Yeah...they sent me back with...with that tape." He said, one blue eye fixed on the hooded person they all knew as the Doctor at their usual spot behind their desk. "Said I had forty-eight hours to get it to you."

"And you got here in twenty-four." The Doctor answered, androgynous voice steady as they held the tape.

"S'what I do, doc." Elliot wheezed out a laugh, pointed black ears flattening as the medic's Arts hit a particularly painful area. "They didn't know who...who they were talking to."

Brian couldn't hold onto his composure anymore, rushing forward. "Elliot--" He cupped the Lupo's face, redirecting his boyfriend's focus onto him. "Elliot, Elliot what happened? I thought it was just reconnaissance?" His own attention shifted back to the Doctor, their visor-ed mask hiding anything they might be thinking.

"It was. There has been a change in circumstances." They responded, turning to their desk and pulling out a tape player. "Operators Polaris and Coda are compromised as well. I wanted to respect your wishes." Unseen eyes bored into Brian, his own gaze hardening as he circled around the desk to join the Doctor.

"Play it." Brian swallowed hard as the player was hooked up to the Doctor's computer and the tape was inserted.

Grainy, silent footage of a small room appeared, with Jackson and William tied to chairs. One person entered, blank white mask concealing their face. A gloved hand tangled in Jackson's hair and yanked his head up, exposing his neck fully. The other, ungloved hand hovered near his throat. Brilliant electrical Arts danced around their fingertips, making Jackson flinch hard as it sparked against his skin.

"Rhodes Island. We don't appreciate intruders in our territory, nor the accusations that we associate with the Sargon Black Market." Jackson yelped as the Arts were fully unleashed, writhing against his restraints, as the voice-over continued. "Additionally, our people were injured in the confrontation. It's only fair that we return the favor."

Brian's blood ran cold. He looked to the Doctor, who was fully focused on the screen in front of them. The quiet was suffocating, William appearing to be roused by Jackson's agony. He struggled against his restraints to no success. Brian couldn't tell what he was yelling.

The video continued, Jackson finally going limp under the onslaught. "We are a fair organization, however." The figure released him, before moving to William and lifting his head by his hair. "We won't kill your people, just as you didn't kill ours." Their hand hovered above his throat, just like they'd done to Jackson. "If your messenger does his duty, you'll be able to retrieve them easily."

The video cut off as the electricity was unleashed again.

"We were set up." The Doctor said, their voice tense. "Our informant double-crossed us. A retrieval unit is heading out in an hour." They took a breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it. "You have a choice to make."

"I'm going to get Jack and Will." Brian said, unflinching. He glanced back at Elliot, moving to take his hand again as the Medics worked.

"You won't be allowed to kill anyone." The Doctor said.

Brian felt Elliot squeeze his fingers. He heard the muffled whine of pain in his boyfriend's throat. He smelled the dried and fresh blood mingling with the cologne Elliot liked to wear. "I won't need to. Send someone to keep me under control if you have to, but I'm going."

The Doctor turned their head towards Brian. They were quiet for a moment, unmoving, before they placed their hands on their desk and stood. "I'll prepare the paperwork."

#arknights au #a gentle death #saturday sun #lightning eyes and alibis #what if this storm ends #kidnapping /#torture /#electrocution /#hostage whump #whump #Brian is specifically a papillion #I couldn't fit that fact in elegantly anywhere but like you all NEED to know that Brian has papillion ears and tail

9 notes · View notes

entropy-mephit · 2 years

Text

Remember when this was an art blog? Yeah me neither.

1 note · View note

versus-thedestroyer · 12 days

Text

Remember when this was a art blog?, yeah me neither because I deleted all my art.

#my art #A little comic to exorcise my fear of drawing #how can I be afraid of drawing? idk it just happened #no wait I know why #comic #tumblr crunched the quality of the image

0 notes

elitheaceofalltrades · 9 months

Text

Hobby Blog Update - 1 Month In

Hi hi hi!

Today I thought I'd do something a bit different and talk abot the experience of making this blog and doing stuff for it, 1 month (and a couple of days) post-creation.

I started this blog mainly as a way to hold myself accountable to the concept of purposefully and consciously engaging in my hobbies and trying new one. Sometimes life gets really hectic, especially as we get older and society as a whole has moved towards this concept of "work, academics, family, friends, sleep" in which we don't actively spend time with ourselves and when we do, a lot of the time it's scrolling through social media and binging mindless shows/movies. And I'm not judging, I do those too. But neither of those things are fullfilling and I realised that I needed to remind myself that I can do things, just for fun. Not for work or school or a sidehustle (though if this week's crochet attempt proved anything, it's that I won't be selling plushies on etsy any time soon😂😂).

Since starting this, I've gotten back into old hobbies I haven't done since I was a teenager, like writing poetry and fiction. It also forced me to look back at stuff I wrote as a teen and remember that I used to pretty good at it. I used to write a lot and consistently too. I stopped cause I went to university and life got hectic and then we had a pandemic and lots of other stuff and somewhere along the line I forgot I could write, and then I ended up in this negative mindset of not being a writer and not being able to write or express myself. And I had to realise that I just got rusty but I could still do this.

I've also started new hobbies, like digital art and crochet. Both of these things I've been interested in for years but always got stuck in the "can't" mindset of I can't do that because I'm not skilled enough and any attempts I make will be horrid and ugly. And you know what? My Linen/Moss stitch was horrid and aside from my cover photo, most of my art is ugly, but that's okay. Because learning a new skill, starting from scratch, it's not going to be perfect or beautiful on your first, second, third, fifteenth attempt. But it will slowly start to get better as you start to get comfortable. And you have to start somewhere. So maybe I only have some messy art pieces and measly crochet squares but that's more than I had a month and a half ago. And it's been fun and necessary finding time to do this, even if it's only 20 minutes to sketch something or crochet some stitches or only five minutes to edit or write down a concept. It's time that I am carefully carving out of my weeks and it's making a difference.

So yeah, I'm ridiculously grateful to the past me who not only thought of this blog but actually followed through with it, and I'm looking forward to continuing improving what I've learnt and learning even more new things.

Have a good weekend!

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆