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tawnysoup ¡ 4 months ago
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Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3
If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods
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parientou ¡ 8 months ago
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Good morning ☀️
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desertowlet ¡ 3 months ago
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When it comes to studying aboard the Tulpar, I'd like to think Anya assembles the ultimate study playlists and is quite proud of them, (they mainly consist of nature documentary scores such as Blue Planet II and Frozen Planet II) 💙💙💙
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poorly-drawn-mdzs ¡ 24 days ago
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Sunrise, Parabellum.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#'Good morning. Prepare for war'.#At a glance it may seem like my interest in crossing over Disco Elysium and MDZS is based on the surface parallels.#Protagonists with a bad reputation who find themselves waking up in an unknown location?#The alcoholism? The murder mystery? The stoic and yet deeply patient companion?#Easily tied together. A crossover that writes itself.#But that is not what inspires me to draw parellels between these two stories.#It is about the places at the edge of the world riddled with bomb craters and bullet holes - to serve as a reminder of a lost war.#It is about a dream that was worth fighting for being crushed by larger powers who feared losing that power.#They wanted to build something beautiful and hopeful. It almost was. They lined them up in front of the firing line.#Nearly all the dreamers are gone. Yet the dream lives. Small and patient. It was a worthy dream to live and die for.#And it will wait; thousands of nights and thousands of sunrises.#The bombs may rain down at night but there will always be a sunrise tomorrow. You lived. Keep fighting.#Light your match and set the message ablaze: Un jour je serai de retour près de toi.#For the dead and departed who believed in it. For those we loved and lost. For the future we hoped for.#One day; I will return to your side.#Anyways. I am once again begging you to play Disco Elysium. Especially if you’re a MDZS fan.#They are stories that have something to say about the value of small kindnesses in big sacrifices.#And about hope at the very end of the world.#(EDIT: I thought this flopped hard but I scheduled it way too far in advance. Oops! Midnight Parabellum it is!)
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yeyinde ¡ 7 months ago
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the morally questionable relationship between John Price and the darling little starlet he picks up off of the street during the golden age of Hollywood would be such a treat.
because producer!John Price is known as the best of the best in Hollywood. He has an eye for talent, they say, and a keen ability for spotting the diamonds amongst the rubble.
And of all the stars in the world, he sets his sights on you. Pretty little thing. Bright and blinding—Betelgeuse glimmering on the precipice of a supernova. All you need is a little push. A backer. A chance. And he gives it to you. Ushers you into stardom with a crooked grin around the butt of a cigar and a wicked gleam in his eyes that you—in all your artless, sheltered naivete—chalk up to pride.
The problem with sweet little darlings like you is that they all sing the same song. Yearn for the same thing. And it's so easy to mistake his interest as fatherly when the name on your birth certificate reads John Doe. And when he tells you his name is John Price, well—
It's fate, isn't it?
He told you he's been married once but had no children, and the longing in his eyes must be for the family he's never got a chance to have. So, you promise to give it to him.
Problem is: the devil lives in Hollywood and drinks his whiskey neat. You told him you'd be his family, giving him the one that left him behind. Signed your soul to blue eyes for the big screen.
Not that you'd know this, of course. To you, John is a sad widower with a heart of gold. Your overprotective bear who snarls at the directors and actors who get a little too handsy with you on set. His darling little star.
It's easy to wave everyone off when they express concern about these blurring lines between employee and employer. Boss and—
Father figure.
They just don't know him like you do.
And how funny, you tell him one evening with a wry twist to your lips, eyes swimming with sheltered mischief. They thought we were lovers, Mr Price. Isn't that just the damnedest thing?
This little quip has the opposite effect, and if only you looked a little bit closer at the gleam in his eye, the clench in his jaw, you might have seen the storm gathering on the horizon before it hit. Instead of laughing with you at the director's gall, this hilarious joke, John feels you slipping through his fingers just a little bit more. And that simply won't do.
You want a father figure? Then fine. That's what he'll be. Convenient, of course, because he's been thinking about fatherhood a lot lately, too. It's only natural that he decides to cash in on that promise you made all those years ago to make him a proud dad.
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justaz ¡ 5 months ago
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merlin falling to his knees after sending arthur out onto the lake and then just. staying there. he was planning on staying until his body gave out from dehydration but he just...never died. he kept waking up to the same sight of the lake, the day around him a bit different. yet he never moved. he remained on the shore of that lake as nature began to claim him, growing over his body as if he were just a stone on the ground. merlin never moves. he is arthur's servant. he'd follow arthur everywhere. if he couldn't...well then, he'll wait right outside. he'll wait right here. he'll wait for arthur.
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elodieunderglass ¡ 1 month ago
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And one amang, an Iyrysch man,
Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…
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WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?
It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.
Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.
Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.
I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.
Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?
At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.
And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?
Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.
At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.
#Killie#this is Killie’s ancestor who occasionally turns up in hallucinations with various ghost horses#like all elements of magical realism in the killieverse he does absolutely NOTHING useful.#your ancestor is neither proud of you nor disappointed in you. he’s riding alongside explaining some thoughts he had at breakfast#performing weird fuckin feats of equitation outside the window while you’re trying to sit through school or waiting in the queue at Greggs#if you wake up in a hospital bed in a bleary moment before consciousness he’s perched next to you chattering complete fucking nonsense#about. like. the stupidest stuff. like he’s just free-associating his thoughts based on a pattern in the ceiling tiles. incredibly annoying#his dialect just close enough to Irish that you can pick out a few words here and there#enough to tell that it’s complete nonsense. but also he’ll just say things like BASED. (possibly he is also visiting miles?)#and occasionally he points out that he did everything you do in your job but barefoot. no stirrups. in the snow. uphill both ways.#which is quite hard to do in a bog since they’re notably quite distinctively flat usually so sometimes he’d have to find a hill and ride up#and down it a few times just to build character. no saddle no bridle no shoes and the Romans were there maybe - and when you object to that#thinking there seems to be a lot of collision of timelines and historical accuracy - he doesn’t speak Irish suddenly . and why would he.#anyway he doesn’t exist and never did. but he’s fun#occasionally turns up to ride alongside you in a race apparently just to prove he can keep up with modern breeds#usually he can surprisingly well but tbf his horse is a ghost. and when he can’t he says well. I’m not a professional like you.#this. is just my hobby. ahahahahahahahahahshahahahahasha#and with that I get back on my hobby horse and ride away
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r-aindr0p ¡ 3 months ago
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea, Charybdis and Scylla. or as we say in french, choosing between plague and cholera. It got longer than planned so there will be one last and third part- I want to get to one particular point so bad but I couldn't rush it- (AND I FORGOT TO MAKE JAMILS HANDS WEBBED IN THE FIRST PART AHSHDJFDHSJ I am devastated, can't remember my own designs) Part 1
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fairsweetlonging ¡ 9 months ago
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imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing
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yudol-skorbi ¡ 7 months ago
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i am so happy to see them ❤️
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eilraee ¡ 11 months ago
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I think forgetting about dream studio in the second film was a mistake. It has so much potential!
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emacrow ¡ 1 year ago
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Danny had a very rough week of not sleeping....
Five days straight of non stop ghost hunting, barely focusing on whatever their parents new inventions were and sabotaging them..
Then Saturday began...
There was skulker with him, ghostnapping and chasing him at 12am in the morning to 3:20am in some new extravagant hunting ground in the ghost zone which ended up backfiring on him later when it wasn't even his hunting ground as the original ghost owner started chasing skulker.
Then there was Johnny and kitty argument and dragging him along as an unwillingly victim because johnny was flirting with some ghost girl as he was trying to fly back to his family portal around 4am.
Accidentally crashing into Youngblood ship who rather excited to play again for the 28th this week and it fucking Saturday man..
He finally back home at 10am.. only to noticed that his parents left him to go on some honeymoon field trip since Jazz was in gotham for her collage and part time job as a assistant turned into a full time therapist in Arkham because she actually got a break through with Scarecrow with his childhood trauma and the Arkham are still flabbergasted by her abilities and immediately slapped her a full time sponsorship.
He tries to go back to sleep only to get notifications at 11:03am from tucker that Techno and Vortex teaming to cause a full blown out town wreacking havoc with a literally tornado dragging machines into it for some grand plan which was a fucking pain in his ass because his thermo also got caught in it.
Danny is dragging himself back to his bed after souping both Techno and Vortex, flopping onto his bed to finally catch those zzz when it about 6:29pm
Only for fucking Vlad to start his own bullshit with a new invention.
Danny is about to fucking snap at this point, vlad doesn't know what he released over a week of sleep deprived danny.
Maybe because how tired he was at that moment to not noticed the ray gun that vlad had looked oddly like the one his parents were making yesterday only to get hit by it directly...
Only to noticed he not in his bed anymore..
He was in snow.. iced cold snow in the middle of freezing temperatures and near some icy like palace..
He could cry right now..
He thought he got sent to the Far Frozen, welp this would be a great spot to take some much needed sleep. His mind is too muddle right now to even takea glance on small his form is now at the moment.
Flying a bit loopy through the icy palace, not noticing humaniod like giant crystallized statues with a S on their chests blinking some kind of alarm.
Making himself right at home as he made a nice snow like fluffy blankey that Frostbite once taught him whenever he went through his daily shots and stay the night there..
Drifting off to sleep finally with the sound of the silence..
He was already too far gone into unconscious to be awakened at this point..
Unaware that his presence brought alert to a certain Superhero.
Whom found a tiny little boy in the Fortress of Solitude, sleeping peacefully like the dead despite his heart beating very very slowly to health concerning matter.
Trying to wake him up only brought him a tiny punch to a face so hard and fast that it actually hurt him.
Which made Clark froze as he realized that punch actually hurted...
Which brought a major misunderstanding that slowly became a much bigger one later on in the dna scanner.
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mobius-m-mobius ¡ 5 months ago
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Lokius + never saying goodbye
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morganbritton132 ¡ 8 months ago
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Steve offers to help hang up some pictures on the wall for Max and her mom at their new place. Susan takes him up on it and tells him that she has to work but she’ll leave the door unlocked so he can wait inside until Max gets home from her ‘dragon club’ ti help him.
So Steve goes over, knocks on the door, goes in when he gets no answer and thinks, ‘wow, they’ve hung up a lot of stuff in here already.’
He sits down on the couch to wait for Max, leans back to rest his eyes just for a second.
Eddie arrives home at the end of ‘dragon club,’ walks inside, walks outside and checks the house number, and then walks back inside where Steve Harrington is sleeping on his couch. He asks the unconscious jock, the cups on the wall, and the universe at large, “What the fuck is this?”
Meanwhile, Max isn’t even a member of Hellfire and was watching out the window when Steve pulled up and walked into the wrong trailer. She just rolled her eyes and hung up her own pictures.
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kaprisvn ¡ 16 days ago
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Crossover Moment
Chasing Stars AU (by myself) x Faulty By Design AU (by @hexcii)
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HELLO HEXCII HI HI HI
I am insane. About Faulty by Design. I need crossover au NOWWWWW
I think our Sun's would get along just swell! That is if FBD!Sun could real in the sas for once.
The Moons on the other hand... Well, CS!Moon is a little. uh. uncomfortable with his other self. (Why would he choose to keep his sharp teeth out? It makes people scared of him. And why are his eyes red? Does he look as scary as the other Moon...?)
The Y/Ns get to hold hands and be happy forever and ever. No angst :)
Okay I may have had additional drawings sketched but the POSES WERE SO BADDDD 😭
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ovegakart ¡ 6 months ago
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I have a hard time waking up in the morning because eternally sleepy so i had set the guardian theme as my alarm, and for a while that worked great. And now it doesnt, my brain has learned how to tune it out and snooze my alarm without even WAKING UP. i feel NOTHING when i hear the guardian theme, i overexposed myself to it.
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