#as a form of procrastination

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

turns out that a one hour commute and then an eight hour workday and then one and a half hour commute home (the bus is often up to 20min late) does not leave a lot of time for other things, like sleeping or writing 😭

#the thing about new job is they're actually giving me Stuff To Do #which is psychologically very healthy for me - a person who wrote fic to cope with the existential dread of grad school #where I was somehow always stressed out by how much I had to do but never managed to do any of it #but oh do I miss being able to just zone out and write two thousand words of fun nonsense #as a form of procrastination #and my weekends are taken up by wedding planning and LAUNDRY and scheduling doc appts now that I have insurance

[babsbabbles]

what if I reinvented myself (changed my tumblr blog layout/info/aesthetic)

#seriously considering it #as a form of procrastination #I would not change my icon. I am a simple littol sparrow through and through #but mmm. warm colours #a more succinct bio #I could do it. #I could. #babsisbabbling #in the tags

[silverwarewolf]

#your boyfriend meme #horse plinko #... does this imply the boyfriend is a horse- #polls #im doing this as a form of procrastination y'all better appreciate it

[crunchchute]

Shotgun wedding

Inspo from a Mac Conner artwork; uncropped under the cut - slight blood cw

#crunchchute art #my art #sam and max #productive procrastination in the form of sammymack wedding photos? #sams fine its just uhhh its spilled wine or something #i have a huge wip for these two which i dont know how to continue with and i also thought about another thing that i would like to try but #i ended up doing this instead #blood #cw blood #cw guns #ask to tag #theres so much clutter at the end i wasnt even sure what im drawing anymore. need to go back to simpler stuff cause my brain cant do frills #and folds and dresses in general

[jeonsupershy]

WONWOO  '17 IS RIGHT HERE' Global Press Conference

#wonwoo #seventeen #17net #fywonwoo #hourlywonwoo #jeon wonwoo #maddieblr #nanablr #svt wonwoo #wonwoo svt #maestro #17 is right here #tw flashing #nonu #k.stuff #you can clearly tell im procrastinating #when i should! be doing my stupid appraisal form #BUT WONU!!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Phantom stared at the monitor with baited breath. He had been alerted by the computers beeping and came to see what was going on.

Could this really be happening? After all this time alone in his lair, waiting, hoping for any sign that his last remaining friend was still out there, his ecto-signature finally showed up on his radar.

This had to be a trap.

But...what if it wasn't? What if Robin was really there? What if he was hurt and waiting for Phantom to come rescue him? The thought made his stomach drop. He knew what his birdy had gone through when he was still alive and he would rather feed himself to a pool of ghost piranhas than let Robin believe for a second that he had been abandoned again.

Grabbing the essentials and shoving them into a bag he rushed out of his lair. It had been years since he had seen his birdy and even longer since he had been in Amity Park or any other variation of the Living Realms. But this was for his best friend. For him he would do anything.

...

Which apparently included fighting his besties adoptive dad in the streets while he was in a full Gothic fursuit-Robin what the heck- Robin himself wasn't helping, he was just cheering Phantom on from the sidelines and giving him tips.

Phantom managed to get away from the bat and his other birds- how many did he have???- and had an emotional reunion with his best friend which included a lot of tears, mostly from him.

Okay, entirely from him. He was worried out of his mind for his birdy, sue him. Robin was mostly confused, saying he didn't remember disappearing, only that he felt more and more strange before he just...blanked. The next this he knew he was standing over this prone figure of a guy with a leather jacket and a full faced red helmet. Batman looked at him odd and Robin didn't hesitate to mock the man he once viewed as a father.

They fought for a bit with the younger vigilante using all the powers Phantom taught him along with his furry training to beat up the man who abandoned him to the mercy of one of his rogues.

Speaking of which. The very next thing Jason did was find the Joker and do everything the deranged clown did to him. Karma. It was on one of his later confrontations that Phantom appeared. Now the darker dynamic duo are running around Gotham being ghostly and more or less doing whatever they want.

Bruce was spiraling mentally. His second son lay in the batcaves infirmary stuck on life support because somehow, some way, his soul was knocked out of his body.

They needed to find some way to put it back in before that other teen "took him home" and Bruce really hoped that didn't mean what he thinks it means.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #robin ii #jason todd #can be #dead on main #i was originally going to make this a one sided dead on main prompt where danny is head over heels for jason but #i just didnt know how to write the pining over your best friend thing #danny and jason are so chaotic in this and are bad influences on eachother #they like to tease batman by doing stuff like cloud watching via laying down on Wayne tower which would be normal #if it wasnt for the fact they were laying on a VERTICAL SURFACE and right on the windows too so the office workers see them #i should be working on that dc x dp x pokemon au but im procrastinating so have this instead #oh and danny is stuck at 14 forever in both forms due to the whole dying thing and robin! Jason is stuck at 15

[why-the-heck-not]

in that stage of procrastination that I’m thinking about figuring out how Notion works

#I downloaded it once wasted couple hours and realized that nothing will ever beat just pen & notebook for me #if I haven’t physically written something down myself it doesn’t exist to me & my brain #but mmAyBe thiS TiMe #no no no #i think i’ll clean around instead (better form of procrastination than scrolling and like rn nothing focused is gonna happen i know it #(bc I slept like shit and went to the gym so I’m all out of energy in the way that caffeine won’t fix it)) #january 2024 #2024

[chelsiegeorgia]

Oh Super Sonic how I love thee

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic adventure #chaos #art #fanart #tikal #master emerald #super sonic lore is my favorite #honeslty im just procrastinating form finishing my 2nd playthrough of sa2 #currently trying to force/gaslight myself into liking the game #its a struggle man #i wanna love it more thay anything

[brainrot-yumm]

If you see these pictures on Instagram, no you didn’t <3. Please and thank you

Anyway here’s my Bowsette design that I’m madly in love with

The gayest straightest gay couple ever lol

#it took me a bit to stop making Luigi baby-faced #Yes I am procrastinating attempting to draw Bowser in his natural form #Casually refuses to make my Bowsette look like peach #I wanted my Bowsette to still need to say 'permission to lift' at Luigi #This is for my bowuigi fic it's relevant #bowuigi #bowsette #luigi

[peachcitt]

HAPPY LADRIEN JUNE EVERYBODY‼️‼️🎉🎉

this year, i am once again making everyone deal with my extreme self indulgence. wouldn’t be a @ladrienjune without it<3

read the first chapter of my daily updated fic here

see y’all tomorrow!!

#ladrien #ladrien june #ml #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #this one i am going to make as insane and fun as possible. and im so excited #(do not pay attention to the fact that i only have three chapters written so far) #(true to form it is not a ladrien june without my extreme procrastination either)

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

i really like deoxys

#deoxys #pokemon #shook doodles #yeah im procrastinating hw again you know it #anyways deoxys is my favorite pokemon and if the indigo disc doesnt add him to sv i will fucking cry #if it does however i will replay oras 3 more times so i can have one of each form #i am so normal about deoxys (he is my favorite little guy) #also it's so fucking lame that they quit giving him arms. like. no stop his older sprites were way cooler- #like the gen 4 normal for sprite was PEAK #ok. anyways i should probably finish that hw now uhh bye-

[fishareglorious]

Thinking about that one minigame from Green Lake where you nyoom around the place with Tooth Fairy. Thinking about it happening in a literal way is cracking me up.

Local dentist is sliding around on the ground, phasing through the fences and sucker-punching carbuncles and critters while looking for teeth. Dentist is also reminiscing how she got those teeth to a gaggle of college-age people and two teenagers (one of the teeth is from accidentally hitting someone with her car, another is from intentionally punching someone so hard they lose that tooth).

#tooth fairy #reverse 1999 #and i think it is literal just giftboxed into a neat little minigame #can i say how much i love the way bluepoch uses everyone's little board pieces and the mechanics of the minigames with them #like i suck ass at them but i love it #first two events is in literal form (see: melania escaping places diggers running away from police toof sliding around) #and then there's mor pankh with kaalaa baunaa running away from the personification of her work deadlines and procrastination. she eats #an energy bar a dog chewed on and only realizes it later. damn girl you live like this #tooth fairy is truly the woman of all time and i hope we get to see more of her and the green lake girlies #certified storm moments

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

misc panel redraw sketches and unfinished vash sketch <3

#vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #torn notes #<- guy who cannot finish anything #had the idea for diablo vibes vash. who knows if ill commit to it! #vvv lose im tryin not to . have my forms be that blocky cause theres a bunch of trigun artists who have this type of flow to their lines tht #i want to have.... also nightow sensei has it too #also. fighting for my life in procreate. still trying to find brushes that feel as nice as painting with inks and watercolor feels #traditionally. height of texture feel-good-ness with drawing is. pencil and paper and inks and watercolor rn. #yes i am procrastinating on assignments LOL

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Hello Potato! 🩷 Would you be okay with drawing my oc n this character (Phillip Graves) together? If you don't feel like drawing both one or the other is perfectly fine with me! I'll be happy either way!

Here's a couple references...(Tactical gear is hard to draw sometimes so feel free to just draw them in plain tshirts or similar)

Also how are you doing lately? 🩷

today this request has finally sparked my inspiration like a wildfire! i hope you enjoy it :)

#sorry u had to see me hyperfixate on different forms of media while occassionally making stinky fanart #and procrastinating ur request for one month smh #and now i can sleep peacefully 🦅 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #cod modern warfare 2 #call of duty #self insert #phillip graves #oc x canon #other’s original character #self insert community #fanart #my art #art by me #ibispaintx #ask #🥔 potato.ask 🥔 #✏️ request ✏️

[thelordofgifs]

Happy Tumblr Milestone Saturday, congrats!!!

If you're up for a fic prompt, any thoughts on Maedhros playing a musical instrument?

Yikes so sorry this took three months to get to! Thank you for the prompt friend <3

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“I think,” says Maedhros, “I should learn to play the harp.”

Maglor stops what he is doing and stares at him. “Nelyo.”

“What?” Maedhros says mildly. “It is a key part of my own history.”

Maglor’s face twists in distress. He turns his gaze back to his work, organising the little bottles of medicines and salves on the table.

“The fiddle, otherwise,” Maedhros suggests. “Or the flute?”

Maglor makes a small, unhappy sound, quickly stifled. That is not what Maedhros wanted. There were few memories he dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.

Hard enough to realise he does not know himself any longer – but to find his little brother a stranger is nigh unbearable.

“I was joking, Káno,” he says. “I know I cannot play with only one hand.”

“Oh,” says Maglor. He smiles bravely, although his eyes are wet. “I knew that.”

“Come and sit,” Maedhros says, and then flinches – it sounds like an order, and what right has he to give orders?

But Maglor sets aside his fidgeting and sits down in the chair next to Maedhros’ bed. He always balances the distance perfectly, close enough for Maedhros to see him without straining his neck, far enough away that the proximity does not frighten him. Today, however, Maedhros wants his brother near. He reaches out to take Maglor’s hand in his.

“I miss you,” he says, and then, “I miss me.”

“I know, Nelyo,” Maglor breathes.

“Shall it never again be as it was?” Maedhros asks.

“I think not,” says Maglor, “and yet—” He swallows. “I am glad that you are back, Nelyo.” His eyes bleed apologies.

“Sometimes,” Maedhros says dreamily, “I think I am still there, and it was only some facsimile of me that Thorondor bore back.” Maglor takes a breath and Maedhros adds, “I know that it is not true. My old self was lost long before Finno came.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor says miserably.

“Now I have upset you,” Maedhros says. Tentatively, he lifts his hand to Maglor’s cheek, and Maglor does not flinch in disgust from his touch. “And I only wanted to make you laugh.”

Maglor smiles wryly. “Laughter is in rather short supply, these days,” he says.

Maedhros has known that to be true for himself. But he did not think—

"Is the world so changed?" he asks. "Are you so changed, dearest?"

Maglor lowers his gaze. He looks rather ashamed.

"I should not have left you," Maedhros murmurs.

Maglor meets his eyes again, startled. "How you can say that!" he says. "When I—"

Maedhros touches his cheek again. "All the same," he says, "it has been hard for you."

"Nelyo, that is absurd," Maglor says. "You cannot possibly blame yourself that I grieved you – and while you were living all the time!" He smiles again, bitterly.

Was I? thinks Maedhros. But aloud he says, "Káno, I – I barely recognise anything of myself. May I not – at the very least – remain your elder brother?"

"You are always that," Maglor says, blinking away his tears.

"Then come here," says Maedhros, and he pulls Maglor into a hug, and does not shudder to feel his body so close; so there is still this. And if Maglor is a stranger to him now he still lays his head on Maedhros' good shoulder as he used to when he was very small, and they sit that way for a while.

It cannot last forever – Maedhros is too weak to sit upright for long. Eventually, Maglor lowers him carefully down onto his pillows and fetches the evening round of medicines, and once again he becomes the carer and Maedhros the patient. He is still very gentle, as he coaxes the bitter concoctions into Maedhros, and changes the dressings on his wrist. So perhaps the world is not so changed.

***

The next morning, Maglor is carrying his harp when he comes into the tent. He looks pensive, but not unhappy, and he smiles to see Maedhros awake.

"Have you come to play for me?" Maedhros asks.

"Yes, if you would like me to," says Maglor; "but first I thought you could try playing it yourself, if you want to."

Maedhros blinks at him. "Káno, I only have one hand."

"I can teach you some simple melodies," says Maglor, and then he looks uncertain. "But we don't have to – if you would rather I played instead—"

"I'd like you to teach me," Maedhros says gently. (That was interrupting – they will punish him for speaking out of turn – no, it is Maglor, it is Maglor who loves him. Maedhros knows that.)

Maglor brings the harp over to the bed and sits down beside it. He reaches for Maedhros’ hand. “May I?” And when Maedhros nods, he places Maedhros’ fingers on the harp, and teaches him the name of each string in turn.

It turns out to be possible to pluck out a simple little melody on the harp, even with Maedhros’ numb and clumsy fingers. Eventually, Maglor stops guiding his hand and accompanies him instead, smiling encouragingly as he does so; and the sound of the music is very sweet. And when Maedhros deliberately botches the tune, moving his fingers quickly across the strings in a rapid, messy glissando, Maglor's laugh is sweeter yet.

#silmarillion #my fic #maedhros #maglor #asks #searchingforserendipity25 #a return to form after the Bad Fic yesterday #(also a way to procrastinate trsb) #also I know nothing about harps apologies

[cassielsunstone]

Hylian Ess, height comparisons, and Sidon~

#apparently this took me two months to finish #Sidon caused me to procrastinate so hard #im never ever drawing his full attire ever again lmao #Ess can take on Hylian form due to the power of their heirloom royal stone #Their head trauma caused them to lose much of their memory and live some time in the zora's domain as a hylian #unaware of their true self and lineage #their wounds cannot properly heal in this form so they need regular treatment and have to stay #so they quietly help out and protect the domain #until they are found out by one of the deep domain that is #OC #my oc #art #my art #digital art #original character #zora #botw #zelda #totk #totk oc #zora oc #legend of zelda #zelda oc #loz #tears of the kingdom oc #zelda tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #zelda breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #Sidon