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lipglossuser · 4 months
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Me after a day of doing nothing
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wombywoo · 5 months
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Just laying some ground rules because in this past week I've seen more nonsense™️ than I have in my entire online experience thus far and this wombat's just about had it🤦‍♀️
starting with #1--if you see my stolen art (or anyone's art for that matter) on pinterest DO NOT repost that art on social media. like AT ALL. period.
#2--STOP tagging VA's in my twitter posts. If I wanted them to see it, I'd do it myself. this just reads like you're the one that wants attention, and it's annoying. bye.
#3--whatever this shit is.
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the audacity of not only reposting art, but running it through a tween-idol filter ??? If you can't handle my boy's raw, unchiseled anglo saxon jawline, then gtfo 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
finally #4--DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF MAKING AI ART!!! I can't even fathom how you've reached this conclusion, but making a callout post about me where you claim you have 'proof' is the most ludicrous thing you could've done for yourself mate, because if you want proof, then how's this:
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just an example of hundreds of digital artworks I've made in the past...6-ish years?? maybe before AI was even a thing..🤔
Anyway--kindly get the fuck of my lawn 📣📣📣
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phantombriide · 7 months
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11:37 - ellie williams
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“ellie, get that shit in my eye and we're done.”
“you can't be done with me. we're married.” the weight of her leaning over you allows you to feel the way her chest shakes from laughter. you're leaning over the tub awkwardly, allowing ellie to run her hands through the strands of your hair in order to rinse the conditioner out.
the smell of rose and vanilla is all around you, but even from behind you can smell the strong scent of citrus, one familiar and well loved.
“we are not married. you're just obsessed with me.” you wheeze, the pressure on your chest from the side of the tub causing your voice to sound breathy and hoarse. it makes ellie laugh again.
“no because i think i might be. the fuck are you doing to me? got me over her washing your hair and shaving your ass, like what even?” the smirk is heard way before it's even seen, not having to turn around to know that she's smiling wildly as if she just came up with the best joke in the books.
“what?” droplets of water fall into your eyes when they shoot open at her words. “you do not shave my ass.” you think for a second before speaking again. “i mean if you really want to. it's hard to reach sometimes.”
ellie shuts the water off, squeezing your hair between her fingers to wring the water from it. “i'd do anything for you, babe. where's the razor?”
you both laugh at that.
“get the towel, dumbass.” you don't see her get up, but you do feel it, the heaviness of her body now gone allowing you to properly breathe.
a second passes before she's back with a black towel, placing the material over your hair with a tap on the back signaling you to sit up.
you're still unable to see her as she wraps the towel around your hair, pushing strands of hair into the towel when they fall out and drops tiny bits of water onto the hard tiled floor.
“you look silly.”
“yOu lOoK s- shut up. you sound dumb.” your childish mocking and name calling makes her grin, pushing the side of your head until it comically falls to the side from the weight of the wet towel.
“god, you're so annoying.” you look up at her for the first time in a few minutes, unable to stop the smile from stretching across your face.
she's so beautiful towering over you with that playful look on her face, eyes clouded with something mischievous, but something so soft at the same time.
“you love me.”
“i do love you.” you lean in as she squats in front of you, meeting her in the middle for a short but sweet kiss.
you whisper against her lips when she pulls away. “still annoying.”
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phi-guy · 9 months
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When in doubt draw other people’s hcs and AUs of your favorite character. @an-old-lady ty for blessing us with braid Obi-Wan…
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melancholialapelada7 · 6 months
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He will be fine :)
Bonus:
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b7hundred · 7 months
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Fanart for @ezgurple yuhh
ok so first off we have bulbous forehead mikey handing you either chocolate milk or sewer shit water as he comes out of your toilet then we have silly ol april checking out her slaytastic nails and 3rd we have the silly lil turts but like they switched personalities or smth idk i hope u like it 🥺🥺🥺🥺 tee hee hee 😝
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call-me-cosmic · 9 months
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Finally done! After like 11 hours of hyper-focus I present our favorite stupid genius; Ford!
I will now drink a lake and pass out.
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Who should I draw next? Lmk
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finnegan's wake (1939) - james joyce
"penis war: (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawanskawntoohoohoordenenthur -- nuk!)"
submitted by @say-duhnelle
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addsalwayssick · 3 months
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platonic cuddly moonwater
Regulus walking into the Gryffindor common room and laying his head on Remus’s lap.
Regulus jumping on Remus
Remus resting his head on Regulus’s shoulder when he’s reading
Regulus and Remus cuddling on the floor when watching a movie
James and Sirius really confused at it but happy nonetheless
Sirius joking about Regulus stealing his boyfriend
Regulus falling asleep on Remus after a long day
Regulus plopping himself in Remus’s lap after getting made fun of for being trans
Remus hugging regulus from behind and resting his head on regulus’s head
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rusmii · 1 month
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⌞ઇଓ⌝ ─── 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 .ᐟ
when an artist from russia is hired to paint the portrait of the first daughter of [Surname], how will their relationship pan out as they start to get to know each other?
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. painter!fyodor x fem!reader, fluff, reader is a rich girl, fyodor is a foreigner, founding father language, fyodor character exploration, renaissance au.. I think
𝐩𝐬. haihai special early valentines gift for @aureatchi <3 luv ya revrev. NOT edited/proofread. was supposed to be longer, but I got tired and cut it💔
wc: 1.4k
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“From where?” A question sprung from her chest.
“From Rus’, my lady,” the butler of [Surname] answers for him. Though her outward expression told him enough, Fyodor took this initiative to smile in respect.
“Yes, sir is correct — I am indeed from Rus’. Nice to meet the fair lady of [Surname].”
In quick addition, Fyodor bows slightly as he takes your hand into his. The gentle kiss placed on top of your white laced gloves still didn't seem to sway your opinion on him, however. How unfortunate.
After acknowledging his confirmation, Fyodor is swept away by the butler as you were with the maidens of the mansion.
Outside of the mansion was absolutely breathtaking. Circling around the fountain and to the main entrance of the tea house, Fyodor admires the new freshness of warm spring flowers.
Akin to that of his homeland, the flowers here in your country serve to be much more beautiful — as beautifully breathtaking as you are.
No third party opinion can convince him otherwise, that's for sure.
But for now, Fyodor must focus on his main job at hand; to draw a portrait of you.
It wasn't a hard job, per say. No, it was very much easy if he said so himself. But what really composed the challenge was the subject of fine details.
When an artist paints, you can easily follow along the very first few blobs of wet paint — the muse being satisfied from just a few pecks of fine strokes and a little bit of color here and there to liven up the look.
But those large specks of blobs soon turn into smaller little blotches of paint that are scattered everywhere on the canvas the higher the muse is willing to pay.
A very fine example of that would be you. A very demanding lady who expects the finest of quality works to be subjected to you when you're the main attraction.
While some had something to say about your ridiculous demands, Fyodor liked to say the opposite.
Because in his eyes, what other artists lacked was the fundamentals of the person doing the art.
It wasn't just confident brush strokes or the signature style of a person's canvas.
No, it was patience.
What others lacked was what he had acquired since birth.
And to him, that was exactly why many artists weren't able to meet your expectations. Why you were so disappointed when you first saw the finished product of your portrait.
Every single pretty piece of you just wasn't you. It was of another girl sitting in your place with the more descriptive details of your face.
In short, he thinks every self-proclaimed artist in your kingdom should rot for even daring to pick up the brush.
Ugly, so ugly that it had become ridiculous. Every pass by on the street, did Fyodor run into these cheap street artists that did nothing but sketch the outline of your body and called it a day.
Every corner turned was a portrait shop in the periphery of his vision. Even then, the finished product looked absolutely hideous.
He now saw why he was desperately called upon from your maidens despite his absent leave.
If he was judgested from the displays of art this kingdom had to offer, then he could guess how horrible you were feeling when you found out that the arts were just disrespected inside the premise of this land.
“We've arrived. Please do try not to fight with each other.” Announcing the arrival of his company, Fyodor bows, and thanks the butler for escorting him. “Thank you for going out of your way to escort me here, sir.”
A smile made its way on the butler's face. ‘Seems as if he's not used to these praisments,’ Fyodor thinks before waving the butler off from sight.
Now that he was alone, he set his eyes on the double wooden door. Its gorgeous carved craft made him question why the artists just weren't up to par as other vapa professions in the area.
“Lovely for you to join me today, Dostoevsky,” the clink of your teacup very well matched your outfit. Seemed as if you were the stylish type.
Not that he minded. In fact, he very much appreciated you being the second most beautifully fitted piece he's laid his eyes on since stepping foot into this kingdom.
“Not at all, my lady,” Fyodor sips his tea, the plaid smile resting comfortably on his face. “Hm.. If I had known how polite you'd be, I'd very much have approached you with a far pleasant attitude.” Ah. Apology accepted, Miss [Surname].
“No, no. I do not condemn you for your misuse of tone towards me. I, too, would have been irritated had I known that the artists of the kingdom I was residing in were.. erm..” How should he put it without offending your nationalism pride?
“Horrid?” You finished the word for him. “Yes, horrid,” his smile grows as a response to you. A mutual smile following the lines of your face as well. Fyodor sets his cup aside, walking over to the art set, sitting next to the beautifully lined vines.
He inspects the canvas and quality paints rowed out into columns. “Do you guys usually have sets out sitting like this?” He asks.
“Just for the occasion.”
“Ah.”
For a few more seconds, Fyodor takes his time to admire the smooth wooden palette. Its edges looked as if it fit a comfortable vice and didn't retain any splinters.
He notices your eyes on him. Indirectly, the light of the teahouse mirrors his reflection.
Turning his attention back to you, Fyodor decides to muse you on your questions. “Care to chat about your questions, my lady?”
His perception almost caught you off guard. Almost.
Coughing up the air from your throat, you sit upright to fix your posture and re-cross your legs to sit in a mannered form while Fyodor sits timely across from you.
“Well, to start off…” Pausing to take a sip of your tea for dramatic effects, Fyodor waits patiently for your first question. “Why did you accept the offer to paint my portrait when you were on absence?”
Without skipping a beat, Fyodor responds with a quick that's a bit personal.
Which led to you choking up on your strings and having him lead the conversation.
Fyodor stirs his spoon inside the teacup. The sugar cube melting away from the light waved of bitterness.
The silence that was started by him now was broken by him. “How did you arrive at the teahouse so early, before me?” A simple question, but still something nonetheless.
“I had taken the short route whilst as I had him give you the scenic view the kingdom could not offer you." A somewhat apology from you on the behalf of the people. An empathic gesture that was not needed from you.
“I see…” Fyodor let out a short witted answer. His interest in this conversation dwindled as fast as the kingdom's normal artisan.
His faded expressions sent bells to your head. The commoners bore all too familiar with you.
Trying to find another topic that'll get him to stay, Fyodor abruptly stands up from his seat and stalks over to the set.
His never ending fixation.
“Get up and sit here. Bring your chair too,” he suddenly orders you — his demeanor all too serious from who you were just talking to a second ago.
“Agh. Blasphemous,” he hears you mutter your breath, but chose not to confront you on anything as you were complying with his demands.
“Sit, sit.” He ushers you into a spot under the direct sunlight where it shines the brightest.
You cross your arms, “Don't tell me what to do in my own teahouse.”
Ignoring your words, he grabs a hold of the paint brush lying in the tray. “Chin up, head straight. Posture fixed and don't move.”
Distraught with complaints, your expression sours as you zip your lips to refrain from spouting any irrationally nonsense.
“Loosen up your face,” he says, dipping the brush into the water as he picks up a nearby pencil to measure your outline.
You huff, “Why?”
His soft smile still adorned his face, “To capture your beauty in my memory.”
Memory? Dostoevsky wants to remember your beauty forever?
While thoughts skyrocket out of your head, Fyodor takes this opportunity to start sketching your aloof expression.
The graphite from his pencil marks every curve, dent, mark, and bump of your face to a t. Every color that his brush paints over color matches you perfectly.
Even if he couldn't deny your beauty, you were still a snot nosed brat who longed for praise and compliments at the end of the day.
Still, despite your huffing and puffing — he found you the prettiest when he could stare at your relaxed face.
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hi first fyodor fluff fic🫣
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belongs to @rusmii 2024, don't steal >:((
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cl0wnfiish · 1 year
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they’re tired
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juunpiter · 3 months
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It’s crimus eve, the roads are frosted asf, and I’m freezing my ass off. Also Mayura, because mother.
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elven-kisses · 1 year
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it's like 2am rn but the gays r on the mind
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clockwayswrites · 9 months
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My complaints manager for the cliffhanger ending.
He just wants to sleep.
Let him sleep.
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For whoever liked the last one
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I really hope i actually posted the gifs because ig wont let me
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magiturge · 11 months
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angels dont need sleep but he sure does
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