#it's just a bit surreal

[black-rose-writings]

I am 99% sure of my coworkers is on Tumblr and IDK what to do with that information.

[bluecapsicum]

[tetzoro]

was officially selected as a team lead for a company wide project :’)

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Japanese Grand Prix - Oscar Piastri

[jellyaibo]

get urself a slightly unsettling dream sphynx for you

[coyote-catcher]

one thing i actually really like about star stable (and wanna embrace more in my own lore building stuff in my brain) is that it doesn't actually matter at all where your character came from, just that they're on jorvik now

[dang-orange]

Btw, here comes some images i have saved on the theme of "The Three Caballeros", because i really love the movie Saludos Amigos (even with the many politics behind it)

[futurewife]

me midst trying to take a pic where I ENSURE my jaw is JAWING

[five-minute-sketching]

[yume-fanfare]

*shakes you* she was her god she was her universe

this is true cinema i believe this fully. amidst the heavenly choir, the profound monologue and the hopeless situation, a glimpse on how she is still but a childish girl who loves her friend. sua alienstage you are everything

[vermillioncrown]

snippet of tpac ch 11

who wants to see bruce being bullied? doesn't matter, here you go

...

“—per my last missive, Sir: if you want this equation to exist, then the principles of linear algebra must necessarily exist.” Korvin waves a thin stack of ruled paper—covered with sprawling formulas, symbols, bullet lists, and patchwork paragraphs on both sides—like he’s trying to banish a demon. That demon, in this instance, is “Batman being stubborn.”

Bruce looks taken aback, like something is happening outside of his set parameters. From how Dick tried to explain it: apparently, Bruce and Korvin have a whole “pen pals” routine going on, and it’s still thriving despite them sharing the same living quarters for the past few months?

Do they actually waste stamps on this? Where do they hide the envelopes?

(Dick raised his hands in surrender at that line of questioning.)

Tim knows Bruce is a creature of habit and standards of operation—of which he completely respects because it’s efficient—but his staunch adherence to routine is next-level neurotic. Normally, he'd be furious about being sidetracked.

Yet, Korvin’s thrown caution to the wind and got so mad over math, like the fussy nerd that he tries to hide being, that he’s directly confronting Bruce—full “David vs Goliath” vibes here. And he's winning.

“I trust your work,” Bruce finally says, holding his hand out for the papers.

That only makes Korvin’s face twitch harder. “Sure. Why not. Everyone needs a bit of make-believe. Escapism in these trying times and shitass economy.”

“‘Shitass economy,’” Cass murmurs, of course latching onto the bit that everyone reacts to.

Babs sighs in disgust.

...

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

For this week's post, I have a very special announcement:

As of the minute of my posting this,

this blog

is officially

A DECADE OLD!

To mark the occasion, I've gone back to my old sketchbook and (at long last!) made a scan of the first drawing I ever posted here...

...which I've used as reference for a redraw🥹

I've been through a lot in the last decade (as you can imagine), and, consequently, the nature of my love for and appreciation of the novel has changed so much through those years; with each subsequent time I've read it, A Tale of Two Cities has meant a different thing to me and held a unique place in my soul, tailored to its shape at that point in time.

That's part of why it has been such an immense, immeasurable joy to have this blog as a constant, a place for me to capture those shapes (and their changing over the years) by providing the good people of Tumblr's A Tale of Two Cities fandom with posts of all varieties. What a wonderful and rewarding place it has been for finding community in which we can all share our collective appreciation for this incredible novel. So if you're reading this, thank you! And I hope this blog has been able to provide for you anything like what it has for me!

Now this post is done, why don't we call a health, dear reader; why don’t we give our toast?

Many more posts - and years - to come, then!

[bluecapsicum]

[thetentaclecommander]

Necromancy (18+)

Necromancy (18+) ________________________________________________ Rated E; hard surreal imagery from both povs written experimentally with lots of formatting choices Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Nemesis/Jill Valentine Chapters: 1/1 CW: some very *very* intense dubcon in places, implied mental and physical manipulation, eye trauma, tentacles in not good places, eroticized parasitic movement, really as sympathetic as he can be at times Nemesis is his own cw (full tag list on AO3) ________________________________________________ Excerpt: a crown of staples took up a portion of his face; too broken to be a halo, too dull to be heavenly penetrated his skin holding the two halves together as if hiding a drooping hole. The half trail of them near bisected his face all to hide the obvious of his missing eye of his permanently lessened vision. And she abused this dodging to that gap of breathing room that blind space afforded her. At times she moved so that he could barely register the movement of that hair – that sweaty hair that matted to her face and shifted a strand he could barely see from his limited range of vision. + a crown of flowers sat upon his head, a strange gift his offspring gave him. He did not feel regal nor understood why she would want him to. It sat against his scalp with a stark brightness; and then his mate came and bowed to him with a soft chuckle from her lips. And a part of him could only think of the many ways he could have her kneel, out of sight of the little pup. + her soft tongue brushed and teased along the crown of his hard flesh. He twitched as teeth grazed and then left, leaving him weeping and needy. That soft cheek brushed against him, making him wait, making him whine he wants her now please now now now! Her eyes lidded and he looked into them and how hungry they were, how beautiful they were with flecks of himself dancing in her irises. He was swimming and bathing in her faint blue, like a dragon in her sea. And when he thought he could no longer feel anything more, consuming more of her - she softly breathed

(Continue reading Necromancy on A03)

[schnaf]

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[darthyolk]

I've finally finished my first boss for my demon hunting game Judgement Nights! A guard dog for a much stronger demon, Grub keeps their secret safe and hidden from all mortal or demonic eyes