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‘Sup, Tumblr. I like to draw, sculpt, and punch things. I reblog a lot of Magnus Archives, D&D, art, comics, Stucky, Spideypool, Phlint, nature, music (especially 90s and early 00s), Good Omens, Pokemon, 00Q, archery, animals, space, girls, games, cool home decor, and miscellaneous interesting things. I tag everything obsessively and logically (e.g., stucky art, 00q, depression, etc.), so if you have your triggers blacklisted, my blog should be pretty safe.
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May 2023: With a few exceptions (Bunnies in the Archives posting), I will be on hiatus. My beloved cat unexpectedly passed away on 8th of May. It came as a complete shock, and I am not handling anything well at the moment.
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im having feelings about the uffington white horse again
so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.
people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.
we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.
the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?
couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now
BotW: TotK Death Count
- Ran (naked) into a soldier construct that I thought was a rock (12 May)
- Stepped (still naked) right off a floating platform instead of jumping onto the wall, plummeting to my death (13 May)
- Jumped (clothed!) off a floating platform right into the swing of a soldier construct with a long reach weapon (13 May)
- Accidentally hit the wrong button and exploded a white chuchu while trying to eat food to restore health (13 May)
- Hit a red chuchu jelly that I didn’t see cos a soldier construct had burned it before I arrived (13 May)
- Blew myself up too close to the target with a bomb arrow (13 May)
- Jumped off a glider from too high up and died at the temple door (13 May)
- Fell from too high after death 7 because the levitating platform that was the midway step got reset (13 May)
- Repeat 8 except mislanded and fell to my doom (13 May)
- Died mis-aiming jump off the glider and fell off the sky island (13 May)
- Died when glider overshot the temple and I frantically leaped to my doom (13 May)
- Fell off the observation room fleeing the OP monkey guys (13 May)
- Fell off the observation room zoning out half-asleep at 3am (13 May)
- Tried to get close enough to the observation room to look for doors or corridors but got too close and triggered OP monkey guys. Ran away but trapped myself in a corner and got 1-hit killed. (14 May)
- Ran through the observation room past the OP monkey guys and reached an opening to outside. Failed to hit A to climb and yote myself off the castle. (14 May)
- Wandered into a cave and got grappled by evil eye hands I couldn’t escape from (14 May)
- Didn’t pay attention to HP and got punched by a wee ice talus (14 May)
- Fell off a trampoline in the Mayaumekis Shrine (14 May)
- Killed by a construct after Mayaumekis Shrine (14 May)
- Jumped off a ledge. Thought height was okay to not use a paraglider. Height was not okay. (15 May)
- Jumped down to observe a flux construct. Observation was brief. (15 May)
- Accidentally fell off ledge in front of the flux construct. (15 May)
- Died dodging flux construct in combat (15 May)
- Repeat 23
- Repeat 23 at 2am, good night
one way or another, together
[ID: Art of Martin stabbing Jon as Jon is absorbed into the Eye. Jon is a brown-skinned man with long black hair streaked with grey. Martin is a pale-skinned man with brown hair. Jon is wearing a light blue button-up and Marin is wearing round glasses and a blue sweater. As Martin stabs Jon, his other hand rests on Jon’s hip, pulling him in tightly. Jon has his hand wrapped around Martin’s upper arm. Martin has his eyes squeezed shut in sorrow as Jon stares up, eyes open and vacant. All around them is a swirling, glowing green light.]
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So i saw this on a tumblr post but is very jonmartin
"Jon and Martin are planning their wedding, they want to have their cat as ring bearer (is this how it's called?) But Martin doesn't know the name of the cat because they always call it different nicknames and jon just doesn't tell him and he don't want to admit that after all that years don't know.
Because jon didn't know either! he thinks that the cat is Martin's and he also is trying to figure out the name."
Martin’s not a cat person.
Honestly, he’s just not really an animal person. Like, in general.
when your bf is angry so he goes to the spider lady….
(annabelle cane is my favorite I fucking love her)
hes literally twirling his hair and giggling
an interesting twitter thread about the dangers of cave diving
i’ll add the second part in another reblog
here is a link to the recorded descent of an unprepared diver who died trying to see the arch. watch with caution. i wouldn’t recommend watching if you’re sensitive to topics regarding mortality, panic, the ocean, suffocation, or drowning.
we need to talk about the fact that for many of the posters in season one, they are literally on opposite sides and/or have a dividing line between them
and now they’re literally crossed over in some way for the season 2 posters
THEY’RE LITERALLY ON THEIR OWN SIDE NOW, PEOPLE!
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?
“I mean my skin’s in better condition than… ever. Is that a weird thing to say?”
Ok, turned out more creepy than I planned, sorry about that. But the storyboards are going great! I’ll finish up some nice Michael drawings for you tomorrow.
If I post abt the music I’m listening to and even 1 single person listens and enjoys it that’s a win to me. I love music so much oh God what is that
🩸🍖🩸woah🥩🫀🩸🫁🫀🫀🩸🥩🩸🩸🦴🩸🫁🫀🦴🩸🫀🩸🩸🥩🩸🩸🫀🍖🩸🩸🍖🩸🩸🥩🥩🩸🍖🩸🩸um🫁🩸🫀🥩🩸🦴🩸🩸🍖🩸oh fuck🩸🩸🥩🩸🫁🩸🦴🩸🩸🥩🩸🩸🫀🩸🩸🍖🦴🫀🩸🫁🦴🩸🍖🩸🥩🩸🩸🩸🍖🩸🫀🩸🍖🩸🍖🩸🩸🫀🩸🩸🩸🍖🩸🦴🩸🩸🦴🩸🫁🩸oh my fucking god🩸🩸🫀🩸🩸🩸🥩🩸🩸🍖🥓🩸🩸🥩🍖🥩🫁🩸🥩what is happening🩸🩸🫀🦴🩸
hold on i gotta look something up
what the fuck
The Chosen One is dead, killed while facing the Dark Lord. Grief and hatred together give rise to an unlikely pair of heroes who come together to defeat the evil now taking over the world unchecked. The Chosen One’s parents are out for revenge, and there is no room for mercy anymore.
The days bleed together, time warping strangely around the rising and setting of the sun, colors leeching out of the fields you and your husband tend together.
You know it’s been three whole days since the messenger came to the door. It doesn’t feel like it though. It’s as if you’ve only blinked and your husband has gone from catching you as your knees gave out to standing beside you.
Phil’s hand is wrapped tightly around yours, colder than the shadows slowly growing all around you. His eyes are fixed on the mound of earth lying under the orchard’s oldest tree. Neither of you have spoken a word since that damned messenger left, but you didn’t need words to decide where to bury the medals they returned instead of her body. Antonia spent almost her entire childhood in the embrace of this apple tree. When she wasn’t in the tree, she was in your arms.
And now she’s gone.
She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone and somewhere far away her blood has dried on hands that never had the right to touch her.
You look up at your husband. Already his face is turning gaunt from grief, shadows pooling in the hollows of his cheeks and slipping down from his heavy brow. You will never see him smile like he did with your daughter. You will never know the pleasurecontenmentpridejoy that flooded through you each time you saw them together again. You will never have so many things all because your daughter was Chosen and you believed the King when he claimed she would not fight alone.
You let that bubble within you, that helpless rage, as you wait for your husband to look at you. Maybe he can feel the weight of your gaze, maybe he can feel the heat returning to the hand clutched in his, maybe he just knows you, knows you like you know him because he turns.
Meets your eyes.
And nods.
Oddly specific kinds of fanart I am ALWAYS a slut for
1. Stained glass window/church murals of characters
2. In-universe magazine covers
3. Redraws of scenes from canon in the style of a real Netflix show or video game
4. Drawing characters with way cooler outfits than they have in canon for the sake of cool outfits
5. Character design breaking down each layer and piece of a character’s outfit
6. Mimicking historical art styles (e.g. vintage posters, Victorian portraits)
7. Sprawling landscape paintings of the setting that you can barely even tell is fanart because its just a beautiful landscape
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