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Ranchers as Grant Wood’s American Gothic was supposed to be sillay and goofy but then I set the ranch on fire and one thing led to another and now it’s. sad DFBJDFGB I’m really happy with how this came out though, so!! Here’s my week 3 piece for the Hermitcraft Design Challenge thingie :]
#team rancher#tangotek#jimmy solidarity#solidarity gaming#SolidarityGaming#tango#double life smp#shepshermitdesign23#art escapades#tried something different and tried to be really loose with my painting in this :]#regarding the original—#ppl apparently saw the painting as an out of touch rural painting in a modern world#whereas wood intended to paint it as a positive portrayal of ideal rural living#so.#at some point the ranchers became m-1 ranchers and then this piece became a complicated commentary -#about everyone else seeing the ranchers as out of touch / removed from reality and the real world since their relationship was confined to -#double life#meanwhile ranchers themselves are happy with each other and see their relationship (despite the context/ the games) as an ideal one#m-1#anyway I’m fine thanks for asking#back to botwcast DGBJDFGB
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Imagine if you met a yassified version of your dad. What then.
... I think they would be friends :)
When lies of p came out last year, I watched parts of the gameplay with my cedar doll. Like (points at screen) thats your dad hit with the femboy ray girlie
⚠️PLEASE DO NOT REPOST⚠️ [reblogs >>>> likes]
#lies of p#pinocchio#ever after high#cedar wood#cedar would tell P every school gossip while he processes all the puppets he's killed in the last hour#robot boy and puppet girl go brrrr#sorry cedar isn't wood coloured I was colouring this with the only highlighters that I had and ran out of brown T-T#context for those who dk them: left is pinnochio from a soulslike game & right is pinocchio's daughter from a mattel show/doll line#both game and show are VERY GOOD :))))#belle epoque fashion ur so pretty yet so hard to draw#ignore p's shoes I cannot fucking draw shoes#lies of p fanart#ever after high fanart#dollblr#artists on tumblr#traditional art#my art#AAAAAHHHH I DIDNT GET TO DRAW P'S COOL ROBO ARM I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THE PLACEMENT WHRN I WAS SKETCHING THE POSES#lop#lop fanart#eah fanart#eah
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I wanted to redraw that one old pic sooo badly or to at least draw her in that dress again but with more accurate hair so yeah…!!!! This is sorta wipish idk it’s like both a wip both not cuz it’s also nice as is….but yeah..!!!!
Bonus:
#the walten files#court yuri#woman who came from poor background ends up as a part of an aristocracy due to her skills and runs into her childhood friend who is always#cranky bc of her bullshit arranged marriage#lol#twf#the walten files fanart#susan woodings#linda thompson#linda kranken#sulinda#the walten files susan#twf susan#Twf Linda#the walten files Linda#ok ik I’ve been only drawing linda in a ship context lately but trust me I still see her as a character outside of relationships I’ve just#been in the sulinda mood lately#art#digital art#procreate#twf fanart#and Susan’s as comfort character as ever yk#just puttin that out there B^)#au#self indulgent art
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happy bi visibility day have some girlfriend doodles 🫶
#and an out of context men doodle#artists on tumblr#digital art#starry eyed#bi visibility day#bi4bi#sapphic#sapphic art#queer art#yes there’s a will wood reference ofc
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Unfriendly reminder that Wilbur Soot apologists and Lovejoy fans are not welcome on my blog or near any of my creative works, go fuck yourselves and get well soon.
William Gold is an abusive piece of shit and if you defend or support him, you're a parasocial misogynist and an abuse apologist twat. Period.
#context for anyone confused: lvjy announced a tour in aussie and dumbfuck posted on insta or smth like that#so all his defenders are crawling out of the wood work
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heh.. you think YOU’RE cool? hehe.. 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒷ℴ𝓍𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓃ℴ𝓁ℴ𝑔𝓊ℯ...
(guys is this transparent i can’t tell until i post it)
#will wood#blackboxwarrior#YOU’RE COOL TOO I SWEAR I’M JUS BEING SILLY 😞‼️‼️#YOU’RE COOLIO TOOLIO TOOOO 😢😢#out of context silly billy
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Cedar and Raven but they are. Little
#I think them being childhood friends is cute#rotomart#ever after high#eah#rotomart eah#cedar wood#raven queen#eah cedar#eah raven#raven ever after high#cedar ever after high#I am a transfem cedar believer. raven was the first person she came out to#and the context for the first one Raven accidentally hurt herself using her magic I guess#MH/EAH
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unblckocked my ex hsubsnd so he can aprecciante how surperiore wood is bfore i blkock hkim aghain
(translation: unblocked my ex-husband so he can appreciate how superior wood is before i block him again)
(@wallterthetall)
#regretevator mannequin mark#regretevator#ask blog#rp blog#notice how this was posted on valentines day lol. lmao.#also originally i was going to say “so he can appreciate how superior MY wood is” but then#i realized that could be taken WAY out of context
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Mr Birchum (2024)
I made this out of context GIF set, for this Terrible Show I hope y'all in enjoy it.
#Mr Birchum#Adam Carolla#Mr Karponzi#Burly Man#Dick Birchum#Elliot Karponzi#Bear#Wood Shop#Out of Context#GIF#GIFset#Wood Shop Teacher#Irony#Oh The Irony#Bad Show#Wood and Bears#Terrible Shows
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Don’t
#hey guys#unrelated but#have considered not saying weird shit in the ww confessions’ ask box#if youve done that disrespectfully fuck you <3#will wood out of context#will wood#wee woo#will wood and the tapeworms#wwatt
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you just got tapewormed >:3
#lmao that sounds so bad out of context#anygays enjoy the taped worms#<3#will wood#will wood and the tapeworms#art#my art#i’ve never really gotten the whole style of just making a shit ton of patterns together#but i understand now#it’s so fun
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IM LAUGHING SO HARD RN
#following along these lines i'll have timber art soon :D#dc comics#timbern#timber#bernard dowd#THEY HAVNT SAID ANYTHING ELSE#tim drake#out of context discord#discord shenanagins#no offense to the wood fanatics out there love you guys
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Linktober Shadow, Day 4
Lost
I feel like we really need to talk more about how the Lost Woods are a concept as beautiful as it is terrifying actually.
Wild/BOTW/TOTK Link fans, this one's for you and brought by my severe sleep deprivation, enough caffeine to kill a grown woman with less spite and my medieval literature/narrative/poetry teacher who motivated me through the entire creative process via helping me throw ideas at the wall even as all of the essays I gotta turn in are going to make me late in posting Sage. *laughs hysterically, immediately collapses*
As always can be read as romantic or platonic, and it's up to interpretation what's going down on this one. And can also be read in or outside of an LU context, I'm leaving it vague both on purpose and because of sleep deprivation lol.
Of all places you could say you most intimately did not wish to be alone after being separated from the Chain, the Lost Woods of literally any era but specially Wild’s would definitely be on your top three at a pristine number one.
Really, if you weren’t currently being stalked through the darkened, shadowed weald of the once welcoming evergreen home of both the Minish and Kokiri, whom you knew could be much, much more beautiful lovely (it did aid in raising a good chunk of your beloved heroes, after all) and with your heart working with all the urgency of a wounded deer being chased by a wolf. You’d almost commend it for it’s choice in setting this time.
Keyword being almost, for it compared naught to the sheer and utter terror that burned through your every sinew, marrow and veins at the accuracy of that statement, and the implication that your nebulous and hauntingly familiar current hunter grew ever more clever each passing second of your adventure.
You ran, ran and ran through the living woods, trying desperately to find any possible landmark, an oddly shaped tree, one of the torches or the remain of the skeletons from the old, ruined iterations of the Temple of Time from long bygone eras that the forest had reclaimed, or the hint of the breeze soft whispers from the echoes of the Kokiri or the elated branch rattle giggling laughter of the Skull Children. At this point you’d take even the the mad, beast like howling of the Stalfos or the tortured wailing of Poes, somewhere between vesania tainted laughter and the primal, feral pleading for one’s survival that shook you to the marrow.
There was no such symphony now, the woods as silent as a grave.
(The hauting ground of so, so many that it did not love or could not hold onto anymore, whispered a corner of your mind, and it sounded like the Shadow, with it’s ominous phlegmatic hissing, twisted amusement and sadistic brutality all in one.)
Your arm had long gone numb, broken under the impossible force held by the beast of sulfur and obsidian that the world itself rebelled against warring at it’s very existence as it roared it’s wrath back at it, the Goddesses, Hylia and Demise and your heroes and princesses caught in the middle of divine design, your legs giving out under the weight of your exhaustion, you tasted copper from the wound on your head dripping down your lips but that did not stop you. Would not stop you, couldn’t stop you.
You grit your teeth so hard against the shout that wanted to tear it’s way out of your throat as you barely kept yourself from hitting your head, diverting your momentum against an old, lonely tree. Your blood sinking into the wood, good, better it than Dark Link.
You were tired, you were exhausted, you swore you could hear a growl among the melancholy of the mist. You hoped the shade did not manage to track you down as you made sure not to leave a trail of blood, but something tells you that it wouldn’t need it to track you even with the faint moonlight barely giving enough aid in your own quest to find it before it found you with your only, laughable weapon being an old arrow you’ve pilfered from a long decomposed corpse almost falling from your white knuckled grip.
You didn’t want to die, you needed to survive.
You though of the Chain, your lovely, chaotic, kind boys, of Sky’s ever ecompassing kindness and Four’s brilliant cleverness, Time’s quiet comfort and Legend’s fierce hidden gentleness and Wind’s trailblazing joy, Hyrule’s tender sweetness and Warrior’s warm protectiveness and Wild’s beautiful adoration for life.
You missed them, and it was likely you wouldn’t see them again, that more than anything hurt more than all of your wounds combined.
You try to push yourself up, to move, to live, to keep moving forward, caring not for the stillness of the glade. Barely noticing the sudden silence as you almost pitched forward once again, stumbling onto the earth as your grip onto your makeshift weapon finally gave out-
Only for a pair of arms to catch you, steady, magnolias and rosemary, petrichor from untamed, ancient Hyrule. A bright Sheikah cerulean tunic and a navy cloak falling over darkned boots.
You freeze, hands twitching, it couldn’t be an illusion. You’ve seen plenty in the corner of your eye as you traversed through the woods, attempting to lead you astray. None of them were solid, many of them weren’t quite as cold as this, whoever was holding you.
But it couldn't be real either, it shouldn't.
“Link...?”, came your tired rasp, you felt as if you’ve swallowed sand (briefly, you wondered if the taste of flowers on the back of your tongue mixing with the copper of the liquid of life in your veins was the reason. Then resolved yourself not to think about it), your traitorous body succumbing to exhaustion as the stranger gently held you up (friend, friend, but it couldn’t be, Wild tried to hold onto you, the memory of his desperation scorching under your eyelids like a brand and his howl of denial mixed with self loathing would haunt your for days to come, maybe months, he was far away and hopefully safe, it couldn’t be him).
The figure merely steadied you against themselves, silent as they swung you into their arms, you briefly struggled. It was instinct to put up a fight, to push against the liminal illusion cruelly meant to haunt your possible last moments as another soon to be lost souls chest, or heck for all you knew it could be the Shadow, dragging it out, playing with your torment as it gave you scraps of hope before taking it away. The figure paused, only to gently readjust you -painfully careful as the memory of the gentleness belonging to your Champion but oh so wrong made your heart ache-, the figure lowly speaking, their tone the emerald eternity of the kingdom’s fields and like setting stitches against your wounded self, like the soothing nature of early autumn rain. Almost a whisper, cracked like the wind through the leaves.
“... Rest. You’ll be alright.”
You wanted to protest, wanted to claw and fight and bite his throat off just in case even if you weren’t sure it would take, as with your head in the crook of his hood you couldn’t hear a heartbeat, but your exhaustion won out in the end. Held in the warmth of the sun over Faron Woods with the glimpse of fierce cerulean blue, the gaze of a reynard whom a part of you knew wouldn’t give you up without a fight and safer than you felt since getting pounced through that cursed portal.
When you next came to, it was to Wild’s frantic worry at the edges of camp, his hair like a frazzled shroud as he dropped everything in hand of his watch to check on your now wrapped wounds. Hugging you tight as you held him just as close back.
This time, you found a heartbeat, and you could almost weep with relief, and in the darkness of the woods a shrouded shade smiled.
Returning to the mist unseen and unheard. But content you were home.
#linked universe x reader#link x reader#linked universe wild x reader#props to those who catch the OoT manga/OTGW reference I managed to sneak in on what was going down with Reader#look. I don't agree that when Wild died something else took his place though I think it's a really cool concept#but I can agree that the person who went into that shrine ain't the same it came out even if it's still Link#I like to believe those are concepts that can coexist in the liminal and ephemeral context of identity#The Lost Woods are technically alive and I intend to explore that concept for as long as I can#summer writes linktober shadow 2023#summer writes
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She’d do numbers on here
#veesaysthings#Sabrina the teenage witch#Elijah wood#‘on here’ meaning. on my blog#also for context this episode came out in 1997 so Elijah Wood was like 14 and famous for I do not know what#I hope this fictional old woman enjoyed seeing him in lotr four years later
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we love frantic gardener stan
#*sees a wood louse a mile away* ‘DIE’#desperately calls the corduroys to carefully remove dead branches. manly dan has never done something so delicately in his entire life#random stranger: ‘hey have you tested if he’s got sap yet?’#stan completely deadpan: ‘try to find out and i’ll use your blood for syrup on my stancakes’#(^ that’s the only context you’re allowed to have right now)
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