#otfw

[redeyeingirs]

I found several sketches for one of the au born on "over the garden wall" quite a long time ago and for some reason not laid out. This au of mine was inspired by a fanfiction, for which I have already done several fan art and I'm sure this person knows what I'm talking about, heh.

This au should be darker and possibly mythological, and also contain some of my favorite tropes in this fandom, hehe. Anyway, these are a few of my sketches, au herself is in the far corner now, but I think someday I'll come back to her. I am currently working on a fairly long comic book on my strange dragon au with Danny Phantom, but I will most likely review my thoughts and notes on this au to create a comic based on it. I hope by that time the people who read something here won't die out, ahah. Have a nice day

[my-world-of-colour]

OTFW Originals

[frauenfiguren]

42/2023: Gertrude Sandmann, 16. Oktober 1893

Sie lebte in den 1920ern offen homosexuell und überlebte das Dritte Reich, indem sie ihren Selbstmord vortäuschte.

Von OTFW, Berlin – Selbst fotografiert, CC BY-SA 3.0 Über Gertrude Sandmanns Kindheit ist nicht viel zu finden; geboren in Berlin, muss ihr Vater zumindest recht wohlhabend gewesen sein, da sie später von seinem Erbe leben konnte. Als sie alt genug für ein Kunststudium war, ließ die Akademie der Künste in Berlin noch keine Frauen zu, also machte Sandmann einen Zeichen- und Malkurs beim Verein…

[vitamx]

Over the Farlands Wall: Chapter 1, Part 3

[ Also Read on AO3! ] [ CH. 1 P. 1 ] [ CH. 1 P. 2 ] [ You are here! ]

~ An “Over the Garden Wall” Hermitcraft AU ~

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 Mumbo was still laying across the floor, probably a few minutes away from dozing off, when he heard a muffled scream outside, along with sounds of crunching wood and creaking.

He sat upright, rubbing his eyes, heart catching in his throat.

  "Grian?" He whispers, staggering up to his feet.

Not even a second later, Xisuma runs inside frantically, eyes wide.

  "What's happening? Where's your friend?" He asks urgently, eyebrows furrowed angrily.

 "I-I don't know! He went outside to find his parrot, and-" He begins nervously, shrinking in towards himself.

  Grian then slams through the door, heaving and wheezing with exhaustion.

Mumbo and Xisuma swerve towards him, eyes wide.

  "G-Guys, we have a bit of a situatio-!"

  He never gets to finish his warning before the creature, slobbery and snarling, breaks through the door, knocking Grian into the flight of stairs. Mumbo lets out a yelp, and stumbles backwards, eyes flickering between the creature, which he assumed to be the Beast, and Grian, who was groaning in pain atop the staircase.

  "That- That's the Beast!" Mumbo yells shakily.

  Xisuma grabbed his axe and rushed forward, swinging his axe, although the creature caught it with its jaw, growling ferally.

  "This creature, scary as it may be, is not the-!" Xisuma's breath suddenly hitched in his throat, and he toppled over, landing on his face, cracking his visor. The lantern rolled out next to him.

 "F-Fuck, I was trying to hit the-" Grian huffed, a piece of wood clenched between his hands, eyes wide.

  The creature snarled at him, before swerving its head to look at Mumbo, who was banging against the fireplace gate loudly. It leaped forward, and Mumbo shrieked, grabbing the gate and holding it up to use as a shield.

  "It- It's fine, we can figure this out!" Mumbo yells frantically, although talking mostly to himself. "Grian- HELP!"

  The creature whimpered suddenly, and swerved around, growling and baring its teeth, a gash in its side that bled black ooze. Grian, axe in hand, gasped, dropping the axe immediately.

Mumbo pushed the gate onto the creature, then grabbed Grian's hand, running into the mill.

  "RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!" He yelped, slamming the door shut behind him, and climbs.

 "It got through the door!" Grian shouted, and Mumbo frantically grabs the nearest thing- a sack of potatoes.

  He throws one at first, then the whole sack, which toppled over pathetically.

Sighing in frustration, he tugged his hair as Grian panicked.

  "Wh- Am I supposed to be throwing something?!" He yells, scrambling away from the edge where the creature is slowly crawling up. "Oh-! My- My golden carrots!"

  Scrambling through his satchel, Grian pulls out his bundle of golden carrots, and throws them at the creature, who stopped in its tracks and leaned down to eat them. The two of them scramble to the next platform they can reach, heaving with the effort it took, finding that they were now atop the roof.

  "You're- you're carrots, it's eating them-" Mumbo begins, exasperated, before halting. "You're... Y-Y-You're carrot trail led the Beast right to us!" He yelled angrily, glaring at Grian.

 "How was I supposed to know?!" Grian yelled back, his voice hoarse.

  The creature then leaped up at them, teeth bared, eyes still glowing endlessly.

  "AH! Grian- give it more carrots, give it more carrots!" Mumbo yelled, shaking Grian as he rummaged through his satchel.

 "I don't have any more!" He cried, teeth clenched as he groaned in frustration, before spotting a piece entangled in the fibers of Mumbo's cape. "Oh!"

  Grian grabs it, and throws it off the roof, the creature leaping after it with a hungry snarl.

The creature then yelps, and both Mumbo and Grian peer over the edge of the roof, gasping when they find it stuck underneath the waterwheel. And the waterwheel turns, and turns, and turns, until the creature coughs up a tiny, black turtle, of all things, and falls under the river.

 Grian covers his mouth with his hands, staring in horror, as Mumbo's mouth lay agape. Sure, it was a feral animal, the Beast, but that just looked outright painful.

 And then, poking out of the water with a bark, was a dog, completely unscathed. It swam towards shore, and shook its fur out, sniffing at the black turtle before hacking and kicking it away with its paw.

They let out a sigh of relief, before gasping, the roof creaking underneath them.

  "Jump!" Mumbo shrieks, grabbing a hold of Grian and leaping into the river just as the roof collapsed beneath them.

  The water was icy cold, and as they resurfaced and climbed onto shore, they found a familiar, yet angry face waiting for them, lantern in his hand. Mumbo shivered, not just because of the cold water that now dripped off of him, but due to the sheer anger that was poured into Xisuma's glare.

Part of his visor was cracked and missing a few shards of glass, thus revealing his vibrant green eyes and pale skin, only making the glare much, much worse.

  "The mill is destroyed now!" He seethed, fists clenched at his sides. "All the oil! It's gone!"

 "But, b- but look! We- We got the Beast problem solved!" Mumbo cried, offering a nervous smile, pointing towards the dog who was now asleep on the grass.

 "That dog?!" Xisuma yelled, furious. "That is NOT the Beast! The Beast can't be mollified like some farmer's pet!"

  Xisuma's eyes widen, his glare still apparent, and he stalks forward one step, arms raised above him.

  "He stalks like the night! He sings like the Four Winds!" He cried, a powerful gust of wind passing through the clearing. "He is the Death of Hope! He will ruin-"

  Mumbo ducks his head down, and glares towards Grian.

  "If you hadn't left that dumb carrot trail..." He hissed, Grian glaring right back at him.

 "Oh, shut up!" Xisuma screams, grabbing Mumbo by the collar and dragging him up. "You have it backwards! His mistakes are yours! You are both responsible!" He hisses.

 "I-I, I'm sorry! M-Maybe I- I can fix it?" He offers, eyes wide, before biting his lip and wincing. "No, I- I can't fix it."

  Xisuma lets him go with an exhausted sigh, shoulders drooping as he finally dropped his glare. Head hanging low, he exhales slowly, and points north.

  "You need to go," He states firmly. "Go north- look for a town."

  Mumbo nods, and quickly stands, Grian placing his hand on Mumbo's shoulder.

He starts forward in the direction they were given, and makes it a good ten steps forward before Xisuma interrupts them.

  "One more thing!" He calls, not facing towards them despite them doing as such. "Beware the Unknown! Fear the Beast! And leave these woods!"

  Mumbo and Grian nod wordlessly, and turn around once more, treading towards the forest, the familiar sound of crunching leaves soon filling their ears. They don't talk for a good while, the occasional parrot caw filling up the silence.

  "...Hey, Mumbo?" Grian murmurs, eyes drooping.

 "Hm?" Mumbo hums in response, looking over at his friend.

 "I think I thought of a new name for our parrot," He smiled. "I'm gonna call him Mumbo."

  Mumbo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

  "Are you sure? That, uh, might get a bit confusing," He mused.

 "Nope!" Grian grins, petting his parrot, now called 'Mumbo'. "I'm just gonna start calling you Kitty."

 "Pfft- what?!" Mumbo laughs, pushing Grian lightly and playfully. "I'm gonna start calling you Carrot-Pants, then."

  Grian cackles, skipping forward and kicking up a few leaves, poking out his tongue at Mumbo.

Mumbo (the parrot) squawks, and Grian hums, nodding thoughtfully.

  "You're absolutely right, Mumbo," He says with a business-like tone.

 "Uh... Thanks?" Mumbo responds.

 "I'm not talking to you!" Grian giggles, petting his parrot once more, who caws happily. "I'm talkin' to Mumbo!"

 ---

[figdays]

“Over the Garden Wall” T-shirt // MyMoonJelli

[abc-fijy]

my first drawing wirt..,

[mikenlos]

wirt, over the garden wall

[jesusatmysix]

So You Think You're In A Struggle.....?† part6 of 7

(HOW THE VA SCREWS OVER VETERANS)

Beginning my apartment hunting i noticed one thing real fast. I was being followed. Everywhere I'd go into and come out. There was a Mesa cop outside. A hispanic dude! I had his vehicle number written down somewhere for the longest. It was like his ass wanted me to know he was there. We actually made eye contact several times.

An example of his presence and purpose:

I called this apartment complex on Main just below Greenfield. Lady was nice, " i have two units available. and I'll be here til six." About twenty minutes later, i was on grounds on my way to the complex. This cop drives pass. Looks right at me as he passes. I find the office and enter. Voice says, "I'll be right there." She comes out, semi smile, "What can i do for you?" Im here to look at your availabilities. "Oh, i dont have a thing available right now." You're (called her by name), and i just spoke to you about twenty minutes ago. You ever watch the blood drain from a white persons face? "Im sorry, i can't help you", she exclaims. WTF!

I leave! There he is on a slow cruise back in the other direction. Looking right in my face. Good-O-Officer-Friendly.

Well, time is running out. I have very few options left. And I've realized that they're trying to force me out of Mesa. OTFW!

So, i go back to this one place this where this young girl said she might have something at the end of the month. She was hesitant. But she said, "i promised you." So we did all the paper work. Got it in on time. The bitch ass demon from Mesa HUD tells me, "you're a dollar over and your time is up." Neither she nor the lady at the complex were willing to let me pay this dollar out of pocket.

So, I've been homeless now since 2017.

I've been harassed by every kind of son of a bitch in Maricopa County. Ive listened to peoples stories, and watched as some fled the bullshit. And everyone ive spoken to thus far has agreed. These people here are evil as fuck. And sincerely believe that their benign behavior is not only acceptable, but socially justified.

[mindblowingfactz]

Hedwig Porschütz rescued Jews during the Holocaust was jailed in a concentration camp but was not honored as an “unsung heroine” in West Berlin because she had been a prostitute and at the time they did not consider helping Jews an act of resistance. She died poor; no known photos of her exist. Photo: OTFW, Berlin

[cayver]

I’m

some otgw edits for phone bgs or whatever! free to use!

[quizastacos94]

Oh hey, travel has been trending on Tumblr. I'll just take that as a sign to...travel ✌🏽

[vtelini]

Luke com óculos para ver marrom menos #goldenretrieverbrasil #goldenretriever https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPFXL-OtFw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vitamx]

Over the Farlands Wall: Chapter 1, Part 1

[ Also read on AO3! ] [ You are here! ] [ CH. 1 P. 2 ] [ CH. 1 P. 3 ]

~ An “Over The Garden Wall” Hermitcraft AU ~

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 "...Antelope, Guggenheim, Albert, Salami, Giggly..."

 Grian was going to drive him mad if he kept listing off bad names for a parrot, Mumbo thought dryly to himself. He would end up driving him up the wall someday, he was sure of it.

The dead leaves crunched rather loudly under his mismatched brown and black shoes, one of few other sounds present to distract him from Grian's ramblings.

The man in question was walking with a skip in his step, a tea kettle atop his head (he claimed it was an elephant head), along with a pair of olive green overalls and white dress shirt with a black ribbon on the front. He had his usual elytra, though torn and tattered, attached to said overalls, and he wore a brown satchel over his shoulder.

Mumbo, on the other hand, wore a pointy red hat, along with a navy blue cape with three sets of golden buttons on the front, a string holding the first pair together. Underneath the cape, he wore a plain white dress shirt and thin black suspenders, paired with his usual black formal pants, and an unintentionally mismatched pair of shoes. 

He can't really remember why they're dressed up this way.

  "Fly-guy, Tom, Thomas, Tambourine, Beak-Face McFeather, Artichoke, Penguin, Pete, Steve... Oh! But the worst name for a parrot would have to be-"

"Grian! Would you-" Mumbo sighed, swiveling his head around to stare at Grian and his parrot, before halting in his steps. "Wait... W-Wait a second,"

  Grian stopped next to him, eyebrows furrowed as he pet his parrot on its head.

He looked at Mumbo, who was turning around to look at their surroundings, with a confused frown.

  "What?" He questioned, shivering from a particularly cold gust of wind.

 "Uh... Grian?" Mumbo coughed, eyes flickering towards him. "Where... Where are we?"

 "...In the woods?" Grian responded, tilting his head.

  Mumbo sighed, pinching the brink of his nose, and wildly gestured his hand around them.

  "No, I- I mean, what are we doing out here?" Mumbo huffed, his foot crunching atop another dead leaf.

 "We're... Walking home?" Grian said, sighing quietly to himself.

 "Grian!" Mumbo hissed, gritting his teeth in aggravation. "I- I think we're lost. Augh, we- we should've left a trail, or something!" He groaned, covering his face in his hands.

  Grian offered a small smile, and pulled out a small bundle of golden carrots from his satchel, and snapped a small piece off and dropped it on the ground.

  "I can start leaving a trail of golden carrots!" He offered, only proving to aggravate Mumbo even further.

 "No, it's not gonna do us any good now," Mumbo sighed, hunching over. "We're lost. Completely, one hundred percent, lost, all because- because-"

  A sharp chopping sound interrupted him, and both he and Grian's heads swerved towards the sound, and both crouch down behind the nearest tree.

Mumbo slowly shuffled closer to Grian, grabbing ahold of his shoulder tightly, who whispered a quiet defiant "hey!".

  "Did you hear that?" Mumbo whispers.

 "Yeah," Grian mutters, rolling his eyes.

 "Do you think it's some kind of- of deranged lunatic with an axe waiting out there in the darkness for innocent victims?" He murmurs quickly, gasping when Grian tore himself away from his grasp. "Grian!"

  He faltered in running after him immediately, face scrunched in concern, before scuttering off after Grian in exchange for getting away from whatever it was that was making noise in the trees. He nearly tripped over a branch once or twice, but he caught up to Grian rather quickly, pulling him behind another tree.

  "Grian, you're gonna get us in trouble again!" He hissed quietly, resisting a sigh when Grian stuck his tongue out at him. "You need to-"

  Mumbo quickly cut himself off with another gasp, the image of another person coming into view past the trees they hid behind.

He wore a puffy, green coat, and held an axe in one hand and a lantern in the other. Strapped to his back were hoards of sticks, and around his head was a green and black helmet with a tinted visor. Other than his coat, he wore a plain dark grey turtleneck, black dress pants, and dark grey snow boots.

He was humming an incoherent tune, chopping away at a red-tinted tree.

  "We should ask him for help," Grian hummed quietly.

 "No, we should not ask him for help," Mumbo stated, furrowing his eyebrows.

  Grian turned his head around to look at Mumbo, pulling a face.

  "But-" Grian began, exasperated.

 "Shh!" Mumbo whispered, finger held in front of his mouth.

 "You shush!" Grian huffed.

 "You shush!" Mumbo retorted, gritting his teeth and covering Grian's mouth with his hand, who in turn let out a muffled yell.

  Holding his breath, and struggling to keep Grian in one place, Mumbo peeked around the trunk of the tree, watching as the strange man with the axe wandered off to another part of the forest. The minute he was out of sight, Mumbo let go of Grian, letting out a strangled sigh.

  "Rude!" Grian scoffed, straightening the bangs of his hair with a huff.

  Mumbo ignored him, raising a hand to bite at his nails, pulling it back in disgust when the taste of redstone filled his mouth.

Oh, right. His fingernails had tons of redstone dust underneath them.

 Well, now he just felt stupid.

  "Argh... D- D'you reckon we should've asked him for help?" He hummed nervously, wringing his fingers together.

  Grian groaned dramatically, flopping onto the ground, a few leaves crunching underneath him. Mumbo's mouth pressed into a thin line, rolling his eyes and resting his chin in his hand, leaning against the trunk of the tree behind him.

  "Maybe I can help you, man. I mean- you dudes are lost, right?"

  Both Mumbo and Grian snapped their heads towards the sudden voice, eyes landing on a bluebird, sitting atop a low branch (that was strange- any birds other than parrots weren't usually in normal vanilla worlds.)

Mumbo gapes at the bird, blinking several times before smacking the sides of his face.

  "What in the world is going on." He muttered, dumbfounded. There was no way a bird just talked to them.

 "Well, you're slapping your face, and I'm answering your question, and-" Grian began, waving his hand around.

 "No- Grian, a bird's brain isn't big enough for- for cognizant speech." Mumbo interrupted, huffing.

  The bluebird's pointed eyes narrowed, chest feathers fluffing up angrily.

  "What was that?" The bird asked annoyedly, hopping forward.

  Grian rolled his eyes as Mumbo began to nervously bicker with the bird, rolling around onto his stomach, and placed a small chunk of a golden carrot atop the back of a small, black turtle. Mumbo said they needed a trail- he might as well start now, despite Mumbo thinking otherwise.

  "I mean, I-I'm just saying, you're, you're weird, like, not normal, I- I mean-" Mumbo groaned, hiding his face with his hands. "Oh my word, stop talking to it, Mumbo..."

 "It?" The bird scoffed, clearly offended.

  Grian sat up, a few stray leaves clinging to his clothes, and adjusted the tea kettle on his head before placing another bit of golden carrot on part of the cloth of Mumbo's cape that was draped across the ground.

Mumbo sputtered once more, putting his hands up in a sort of defense, shaking his head.

  "Uh- I, I-I'm-" Mumbo's voice was quickly drowned out by a shriek as he snapped his head around, standing up in an instant.

  In front of them now was the same odd man from before, only now, his axe was raised threateningly, the lantern he held shining in their faces.

Grian stood up slowly, subconsciously pulling his tattered elytra wings around him as he stepped closer to Mumbo.

  "What are you doing here?!" The man yelled, eyes narrowing dangerously behind his visor. "Explain yourselves, now."

 "Aaand, that's my cue to leave. Later, dudes," The bird muttered, quickly flying away.

  Mumbo glanced over to the bird for a second, before looking back at the man before them, curling and uncurling his hands into fists, ignoring how they were shaking.

  "Calm- calm down, mister! Wh-Whatever you do here is your business!" Mumbo squeaked, gritting his teeth and stepping backwards as much as he could. " W-W-We just wanna get home with all our legs and arms attached, haha!"

 "These woods are no place for you!" The man growled, grip tightening on his axe. "Don't you know the Beast is afoot here?!"

 "'Th-The Beast'? W-W-We, we don't know anything about that!" Mumbo gulped, tilting his head away from the axe. "W-We're just two lost people, trying to get home!"

  The man seemed to falter for a second, grip tightening once more before he sighed, squeezing his eyes shut for a second or two before lowering his axe, shoulders drooping.

Mumbo and Grian let out a silent sigh of relief, letting their own tension fade as the man struggled to look them in the eye.

 A faint breeze passed through when he finally opened his mouth to sleep.

  "Well," The man scoffed, shaking his head wearily. "Welcome to the Unknown. You're more lost than you realize- The name's Xisuma."

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[essential4you]

Austin at Large: Neither Slumber Nor Sleep: We will be ot.d, threatened, vilified, even fired upon. We must not let it stop us. - News-BEST MATTRESS #austin #FIRED #LARGE #Mattress #NewsBEST #otd #SLEEP #Slumber #STOP #threatened #vilified

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otfw

over the fucking wall

[shortsharpshock]

If you are in the UK, please sign this petition!

Dr. Brian May's Save Me Trust is calling for a public inquiry into the current badger cull.

" 1. The government is allowing badger culling in 11 new areas. Licences have also been authorised in 29 existing areas, badger culling will take place in 40 zones.

2. The government can’t identify the disease in cattle. Cattle-to-cattle transmission is responsible for the majority of tuberculosis (TB) incidents in the herd. The current test is around 45% effective in the field. The government is irresponsible to launch a cull on badgers without a bovine TB (bTB) test that identifies the disease accurately.

3. The government called for a review of the policy in 2018 yet it hasn’t responded to the Godfrey Review before issuing the new licences

4. Badger culling is financially unsustainable and it's not helping farmers as it won’t stop herd breakdowns.

5. The Independent ISG report said the cull was inhumane. the report was held up by Owen Paterson and this issue was never addressed. It continues to be inhumane.

6. bTB remains latent in the herd and is spread in the slurry to other cattle and no system has been put in place to reduce the spread through this. Thousands of tons of slurry are produced by cattle every hour of every day. Anaerobic macerators should be fitted on every farm to neutralise the slurry by killing bTB.

7. Leading government Scientist Lord John Krebs called it a ‘crazy scheme’ and said that ‘the government is embarking on the scheme that isn’t backed up by science.’

8. The government has embarked on a costly eradication program with no proven transmission route for the disease and no proven track record for success

9. TB in cattle soared by 130% in one of the longest running cull zones this year, showing the policy is failing. Government data from the Gloucestershire pilot cull zone for 2018 show a 130% increase in confirmed bTB cases in cattle after 6 years. (OTFW)

10. Only a Public Inquiry can answer these questions. "