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and if you ask me if i love him, i'd lie.
#byler#bylerdaily#byleredit#tuserrae#tusermarie#tuseremilia#tusergeo#tusererika#useraimz#mine#mine:gif#bxts#not my best work but not the worst#quite satisfied with the lil doodles#𝐞𝐥𝐳 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞#btw today's the thesis defending day for me!! uggghh#< not me writing this 3 weeks before this happens lol
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There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation
because WHAT are people talking about sometimes
#aka: genuinely sometimes I think I live in a parallel universe and simply watched/read different things#full disclosure it does make you feel like a killjoy sometimes#because often times these fanons will be presented in a silly jokey manner#'oh so silly isn't this character so funny this is just my silly little headcanon'#and it's like yes yes lol lol but ok look me in the eyes and tell me you know that this is#at best only one interpretation of many and at worst simply not supported by the text at all#please tell me you know that#or in one specific example such a ubiquitous joke that is literally a significant theme of the work and i feel like SUCH a killjoy#being like 'ok yes very funny.....you know that was a major theme right?? tell me you know that'
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Thought Fiddlestan was a purely comedic ship for a while but now I get it, I see the light. It’s about a man who nurtures and cares for others to the point of heartbreak meeting a man who doesn’t remember what it’s like for anyone to care about him. It’s about them being warm together around the absence of someone they both love. It’s about Fiddleford’s innate domesticity comforting a man whose deepest desire was to come home. It’s about falling in love with the same face again but in a new context that heals your past trauma. It’s about Stan’s unbridled affection finally validating someone who desperately needed the recognition. It’s also about very funny old man yaoi.
#it also completely works in canon if it ends poorly and they both get their memories wiped which is maybe the funniest part#stan my man you do not remember being El Gee Bee Tee but you know who else doesn’t remember? The junkyard hillbilly.#plus the yearning on both ends and the way it also makes sense for Fids to help Stan get the gears rolling on portal fixing#at its best it ends in a future where neither of them are as self destructive as in canon#and at its worst everything proceeds like normal#Fids starts a cult cause he got traumatized by the same damn face TWICE I would go insane too tbh#gravity falls#fiddlestan#fiddleford mcgucket#stanley pines
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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.
It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.
And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…
The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.
They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.
There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!
And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.
So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children—some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.
And maybe they are, especially Astarion.
But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.
When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.
Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.
They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…
That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.
Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.
No, those people know nothing at all...
“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.
The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.
Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.
By now, he knows every step of this game.
“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”
Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.
Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.
“Want apple!”
Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.
“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”
The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.
She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.
Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.
“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…
The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.
Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.
Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.
But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.
Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.
The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.
He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.
“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.
Astarion pauses.
He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.
By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.
And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.
He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.
Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.
He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.
These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.
He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.
It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.
Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.
And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.
“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.
When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.
#astarion#baldurs gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate 3#dadstarion#astarion x tav#astarion headcanons#astarion x f!tav#baldur's gate astarion#astarion ancunin#to the best worst dad#astarion father of the year every year#emicha writes#idk how this turned out this long#I just put my daddy issues to work#I'm thinking about writing more casual one shot length pieces like this more often though#btw anyone else who only got real gold jewellery as a child?#having a grandma who told them fake jewellery isn't good for your skin?#and now that you're an adult you're left with a certain standard for jewellery but no money to actually pay for it?#because that's really funny ha!#I'll sleep better knowing the ancunin brood will just steal their jewellery even when they're not destitute
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nail polish — hobie brown
you’ve never been the type to be able to make decisions. everything's always so confusing to you, picking between this and that is always so stressful. and that’s why you and your boyfriend are a perfect match— he’s always eager to help, so you always make him decide what color nails you should get.
you hear your phone go off as you pull into the parking lot of the nail shop, tense shoulders smoothing down at the notification you know is from hobie.
. . . until you see the contents of his text.
it’s a video, sent with the message “this color”. you just know you don't see what you think you see. no fuckin' way.
what the fuck.
you press play. the still image of your pussy wrapped around your boyfriend's dick starts. no fuckin' way.
slaps ring out through your car, playing from your speakers, mixing with hobie’s groans and your fucked-out whines. god, do you really sound like that?
it’s recorded from hobie’s angle, cutting off right where your arch starts. you watch as the video plays— watch yourself throw your ass back onto hobie’s dick, watch hobie’s slim hips meet your ass, watch the hand that's not holding his phone grip your waist, pulling you back onto him.
there's a milky white ring around the base of cock, and every time you push off you reveal that the rest of his cock is covered in it, is covered in you. hobie's grunts and your whines send you right back to the day he filmed this, and for a second you swear you're back there, heavy chest filled with breathes that seem impossible to take.
"spread it, baby, lemme see that shit," and you do, reaching back with both hands to display your messy cunt for him, documenting for yours and his eyes the way you so eagerly swallow him up. you spot the color on your nails. it's hobie's favorite, probably the reason he picked up his phone to record. "she take me so well, she love me, i swear."
you shift in your seat. what the fuck.
"you know she do," you hear yourself purr through a smile— damn, you sound good. hobie gives you a smack on your ass in response, not pulling his hand off just to grip and slap your reddened skin again. you hear yourself make a sound that falls between a whine and a giggle. falling forward from his slap, you watch the screen turn black as he catches you.
"i got you, baby. lemme turn this shit off."
the video ends. you're left staring at yourself in black reflection of your phone. snapping out of it, you exit the video, shaking your head and huffing out a shaky breath.
"what the fuck hobie" you text back.
"what" "you asked me what color"
"whatever. i'll text u after 🙄" "we looked good in that video tho 😭😭"
"yeah we did. now go get them nails done."
#ummm bad ending i’m pulling the trigger after i post this#hobie brown smut#hobie brown x black reader#hobie brown x reader#hobie smut#hobie x black reader#hobie x reader#not my best work but.. not my worst so
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I believe in my heart of hearts that the Lego Batman movie exists in DC and that it was created by the batfamily as a way to throw off the conspiracy theorists
Maybe the superhero forums were getting too close to realizing their identities again. maybe one of their injuries had accidentally gotten spotted by the paparazzi. maybe they were just running out of plausible alibis. maybe they just wanted to be funny.
Bruce gave the world the "do the butts match" meme. His children give the world a cinematic masterpiece.
#jason voices the Joker and does his damn best to ridicule the guy with every line he records#its therapeutic#tim and Stephanie rock-paper-scissors to see who voices Lego!Dick Grayon#Dick's batman impression leaves everyone rolling#Alfred is the only one who voices himself#the batman outfit complation scene is literally just Bruce in the worst ebay cosplays they could find#every superhero watching looses their collective shit when they watch the movie for the first time#Hal and Oliver alone watch it religiously for like a month straight#anyone who does learn/figure out that the Waynes are actually the Bats#has to come to terms with the realization that one of the most iconic animated movies of all time#is a psych op countermeasure to maintain their identies#and that it actually WORKED#dc comics#batfamily#batman#batfam#bruce wayne#dc#dc universe#dcu#dick grayson#robin#dc robin#my posts#jason todd#alfred pennyworth
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endless ghifs 6/? ⛧ source — "So if you meet me, have some courtesy; have some sympathy, and some taste!"
#lads (ghlads) this was a struggle WHY is it so crusty? why so magenta? the original quality is terrible i am so sorry#i feel like i complain about the quality in every gif post but i am used to cdramas at worst and hannibal at best ksdhbkj help#vapoursynth working overtime but it is still not enough#my goal here is to get the bop in everyones heads not for it to look perfect so take the crusty papa#user copia all tag#eg_series#papa emeritus iv#the band ghost#sympathy for the devil is so well suited to his voice its imo his best cover ... or maybe jesus he knows me? not sure on that one#will think it over#flashing gif#<not sure if this tag is necessary? using it to be safe#user copia edits
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i love when people get more loud and outgoing and happy to talk to strangers after having a drink or two it's fun to watch people come out of their shell however i am like that sober alcohol just makes me unable to mask my autism. which means partying with me is like this
friend: you were right man the people here are so cool i've made so many friend alrea- dude are you okay you are so quiet all of a sudden
me who has not blinked in 5 minutes: yes. can i please list aircraft designations in alphabetical order now
#this is a real example. i listed them all in a kebab ship while drunkenly miming the german sign alphabet along#luckily my friends love and tolerate me even at my worst OR best depending on how you feel about aircraft designations#man with autism who's main work experiences are radio host and diplomat call that professional extroversion
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so what do we think fiddleford saw when he looked into the gremloblin's eyes? dude was so traumatised that stanford "oblivious to my assistant's emotional turmoil" pines took notice. it's what motivated him to INVENT THE MEMORY GUN IN THE FIRST PLACE. I'm honestly surprised i haven't seen more speculation about this
#what do we think is fiddleford's worst nightmare#I'll throw my hat in the ring and say it should be close to what actually happens to him. for maximum angst#maybe because he's away on work so often he's terrified of never seeing his family again. or his son forgetting who he is#and his response to that fear starts the chain of events destroys his family and changes him beyond recognition#because i love a good self-fulfilling prophecy#anyway please. share your ideas#tragedy enjoyers when a character's best efforts to escape their fate only leads them towards it#damn i just missed fiddleford friday#gravity falls#journal three#fiddleford mcgucket#ford pines#stanford pines#journal 3#da gremloblin#my favorite character#fiddleford...saturday?#:(#oh ig I'll tag#ford²#fiddauthor#cuz there's. potential there
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forgot to post this here last night but,,hoffstrahm pikmin dads :3
#saw#saw franchise#mark hoffman#peter strahm#hoffstrahm#coffinshipping#my art#fanart#idk all that much abt pikmin but i watched the jerma streams so#yeah#theyd be the best pikmin dads and the worst astronauts#hoffman aint getting shit done his ass is playing having fun with his pikmin children and oatchi#strahm will get work done but mostly beat the fuck outta bugs for getting near his babies#idk
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Doodle requests? Umm.. Grian giving scars flowers maybe..
Boom get flowered
#I wish I could work on this request more but#I have worst head ache right now#so I tried my best#grian#gtws#desert duo#scarian#.my art
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sog more like soggy losers
#ninjago#ninjago harumi#ninjago mr e#ninjago killow#ninjago ultra violet#sons of garmadon#my art#i love garmadon rulez book i love garmadon rulez book#to me harumi n killow r bffs who seem smart but are actually total dumbasses when left alone#whereas UV and mr e are only dumbasses when they arent on work (they are also best friends)#they're like the worst friendgroup known to mankind who are all also motorbike enthusiasts. and are also all varying degrees of mentally il
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instead of holding this wip hostage forever, im just gonna post this version, maybe it will motivate me to finish it one day... i started it back in july and couldnt finish coloring it cause i dont like how the lineart ended up looking..... partially colored and a vers. with sketch under the cut
#my art#unfinished#art wip#vbros#monarch a trois#i will tag but like. sorry not my best work i just feel sad that i kept it in the wips#picked the worst most boring poses so i got no motivation to finish it except keeping the ot3 alive but it wasnt strong enough#dr. mrs. the monarch#the monarch#henchman 21#im sorry they look a bit weird uhhhhh
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headcanon that jesse and lukas would have an apartment in central beacontown since their house is so far out itd probably be inconvenient with jesse’s job
#my guy would work late so often hes probably lucky to get home instead of just sleeping in his office#all the constant adrenaline from being a part time hero would form an workaholic at best#and a nervous wreck at worst 😭#for as many sad headcanons i have for this stupid ass game im too obsessed with drawing warm lighting to portray any of it#ANYWAY FUN LITTLE UNREALTED RANT#minecraft: story mode#minecraft story mode#mcsm fanart#mcsm jesskas#jesskas#mcsm jesse#mcsm m!jesse#mcsm lukas
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Sassy bluebird girl
#otgw#over the garden wall#otgw fanart#otgw beatrice#eggin creatin'#so my sketchbook pages are delightful to draw and ink on but they are not made for watercolor#this page is. frankly hideously buckled around the skirt#so I had to stop here before I accidentally tore a hole in it or something#yeah it's a mixed media sketchbook and it's better than what most of my previous traditional art was done on#uhhhh printer and notebook paper uhhhh#but it's not the watercolor pads that my previous inked pieces were done on#i.e. the tloz and kirby art ones#but it definitely works okay#not the best but not the worst#but I think I'll be keeping the inked pieces to a minimum in my sketchbook#and use my watercolor pad for when I'm gonna be serious about it#anyway that's all!#didn't post this the day I finished it because it was late and then I was. so tuckered out. so yeah#here you go though! thank you and I hope you have a good day ^^
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