#dont expect it anytime soon

[itsdefinitely]

i might be in over my head but have a frame of something i'm working on

#dont expect it anytime soon #the stanley parable #tsp #tsp narrator #tspud fanart #tsp fanart #tspud narrator #the narrator is sad!! oh noes #make soup canon #definitely art

[redbuddi]

there's something really liberating about looking in the mirror, noticing how fat you've gotten, and realizing that you really like how you look

#my art #but dont expect me to draw myself like this again anytime soon haha

[youspeakshit]

re: lando norris, starbucks, F1 and boycotts

the first rule of Formula 1 is understanding these privileged men do not give a shit. they partake in the most elite sport there is, where only 20 people can do it at a time. it's a bubble of money and luxury they thrive whitin.

just don't put anyone on a pedestal or your hand on fire for any of them. not even the ones that seem like the good ones.

personally, I expect the bare minimum of no homophobia, no racism, no sexual misconduct or assault. but I do not expect them to care about world problems as strongly as we do. bc if all went to shits they will run to a safe mansion, and we'll be the ones left to survive.

embrace fandom and friendships, the fun of the races and the drama, sharing gifs and fics and edits, and put THAT above your favorite driver!

#eveytime a driver i like has a bad race i think it's the universe keeping the balance and humiliating this hot millionaire #formula 1 #f1 #text post #lando norris #like the level is so low i dont even expect them to be faithful partners to the WAGs 😭 #not even seb and lewis are safe from this btw #i say this so ppl dont upset themselved too much abt them #NOT defending the drivers at all #i wish it wasnt like this but the elitism of the sport has only gotten WORSE so.... #no hope for change anytime soon :/ #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #george russell #discourse

[trafficzine]

are there plans to make a 5th edition of the zine after secret life? just curious because i'd love to try to participate!

For each new addition to the LifeSMP Series, there will also be a new edition of our zine dedicated to it!

#traffic zine #zine questions #dont expect anything anytime soon tho lmao #planning wont start until after this season ends

[jadzio]

progression sketches under the cut

#rw #rain world #rain world saint #rw saint #rw monk #rain world monk #rw survivor #rain world survivor #i felt good abt drawing something other then for studies yeasterday #so with lil encourgment from fadebolt i decieded to goof off a lil #dont expect anything like thee anytime soon again tho #i need to go back to studing #i guess this is how i roll lol #also the oe rooms are cursed #i can never get them right or look good #my art overall feeling like its going though puberty #wawa

[mr-minkles]

I just beat the noise and fake peppino

#pizza tower #the noise #fake peppino #dont expect me to beat pizzahead anytime soon 😭 bro looks like a pain

[umblrspectrum]

so i watched internecion cube

#i have to admit #its cool i like it #i have so many goddamn questions tho #and i dont expect to get answers anytime soon #art #artwork #murder drones #internecion cube #internecion cube icon #murder drones v #serial designation v #oh yea also #murder drones uzi #is there too ig #they're friends

[un-local]

Still not sure how far I want to go with this for my little fic. Reblog if you vote please!

#my wip is a disaster rn. dont expect anything to come of this ANYTIME soon. but. im curious where we all land #miraak #skyrim #hare posts #poll #hi tag! lol #miraak skyrim #also don’t expect the winner to be what I go with necessarily. Lol

[qhostnq]

Two theatre kids finally meet

#ramzo #bowstaff #no bc u dont understand how excited i am for Ram's kabuki skin bc i did not expect him to match w Hanzo anytime soon #i keep doodling on my animation files LMAO #i just think they should ruin their makeup by making out idk #hanzo shimada #ramattra #overwatch fanart #you cannot tell me both these goons arent theatre kids have u heard Ramattras april fools lins #i feel like hanzo is self explanatary tho

[silly-nightmarecompanies-askblog]

Can i hug bith of u guys :'3

"Hug.."

#ooc: dont expect gettin out of there anytime soon! #nightmare companions #spooky month au #spooky month radford #rick hedony #spooky month #spooky month rick #rick answers! #kinda #?? #not canon

[acaciapines]

help now that i finished toh daemon au i keep thinking about deltarune again.

IM JUST. DESS RAISES KRIS AU OKAY like this isnt to be mean to my old stuff for the most part i like the deltarune stuff i've written but. but i had to write all of that to come to Here, where for my versions of the characters dess raises kris au will be the Peak.

also i get to finally finally FINALLY explore susie/ralsei/noelle like i know its just me in this corner and it literally only works in my specific stories i like to tell w these three (particularly ralsei lol) but. but I Am Looking. okay.

#chatter #do NOT expect this au anytime soon btw #'thinking' and 'will write it' are two very different things ndfgdfg i need to Not write an epic for a while #and also bc in my head this is fic would span the entirely of deltarune #it would be nice if there was a bit more deltarune so the paths fox is going down are made more clear #not to say i'd follow them i dont care what deltarune says im keeping my versions of dess asriel ralsei kris etc etc #but STILL i would LOVE to know more about how dark worlds work n the endgame here #anyways noelle <3 i mentioned here once here but i am actually thinking about her #also aromantic kris but thats another story lol

[code31-onthedancefloor]

you know what im just putting it in a separate post. this is my own ulixes backstory - content warning for parental+familial abuse/neglect.

Another stupid mistake.

Ulixes had forgotten to wash and put away the dishes. This had the immediate effect of enraging his father - who was hitherto consumed in a bad mood - and the expulsion of Ulixes from the family home for the night. Moronic of himself, Ulixes thought, to provoke him so thoughtlessly. Muffled in the kitchen and its yellowing white tiles with that awful, guttural shout, until Ulixes turned and ran - ran out the back door, to where his father would not follow under the siren call of another pyrholidon from the fridge. 

And so he sat, looking up at the house and the pale sky above it. An entire wooden thing slumping dauntless before him. It rotted and shook and groaned through stormy nights, as if aware of its absurd and depressing existence. Embarrassed by the silence of its residents. Apathetic to the omen of another hard winter. On the little porch around the back that nobody ever used - where it wouldn’t dampen his trousers - Ulixes wondered into the thrice-unread pages of his book: why doesn’t it just fall? 

Yet, the clocks kept turning, and the mice wouldn’t stop running through the pantry. Little scampering-scratching in the walls beside his bed. The pigeons that nested in the chimney each Summer. Ulixes Bücher, tucked away where no-one would try to find him. Empty pantries. Cold bed. Crumbling chimney. Ulixes, tucking himself away. That was the way of things. That was how nature was slowly reclaiming the Bücher household. Day by day. Night by night. 

Especially those long, long nights which were as black as pitch and twice as humid. Where he as a little boy would toss and turn and dream of the entire wretched house collapsing. In those dreams, he would wake up in the morning, surrounded by and buried in rubble - the mounted deer head, the ripped clothes, the four-poster bed in his parent’s room, the fine china that was never used - and Ulixes, sole survivor, a tiny dot in the wreckage, emerging. Fifteen tumbling steps to the left, and he would happen upon the remains of the family jewels. In this childish fantasy, Ulixes would sell the jewels and move far, far away. It didn’t matter where. The house just needed to fall. So why didn’t it? 

In a fit of frustration, he snapped his book shut. Wind tousled his hair as he meandered through the overgrown garden: through the long furs of grass - the deadnettle, which his older brothers would pick the flowers off to jokingly whip at him - past the old pine trees, all the way to the back. Here, a shed almost as old as the house itself stands vigil against the elements. A slightly brighter shade of wood, still dulled by years of use and disuse. A musky hint of rainy evenings past, warping the walls. Windowless. 

And no lock, of course - nobody would just let themselves into here, not in the East. Not where you were picked off the street and sent back across the canal for the most minor of public infractions. Except, nobody in the Bücher household has repeatedly accessed this little hovel either. Perhaps since his grandfather, as far as Ulixes knows. He did woodwork, or something to that effect, in his spare time. Back when they employed house-servants, this place could possibly have gone over the rusting equipment with a dust-rag. Now, all the erstwhile sawdust has simply blown away; a blessing for the jacket on Ulixes’ back which is quickly going to become a mattress under the dented, discoloured workbench - one of the only things nailed to the floor. 

He doesn’t know how many hours his grandfather spent here. By all accounts, he was a silent old man, praised by Ulixes’ siblings for scoring a once-in-a-lifetime engineering commission from a previously blossoming city. In fact, the Bücher household seem to have a thing for dying before Ulixes ever meets them. Apart from those who still remain in the house, he knows of one cousin who moved away to Jamrock, never to be heard of again. Every other member is locked in an eternal, poisonous game of one-upmanship over dinner, concerning wage brackets and managerial positions. Quoting the spiteful rants of his oldest brother - there used to be openings. And now there aren’t. Honest, skilled workers like he are forced back across the canal for work, where the jobs are cheap and the turnover is cheaper. His Aunt, spitting into a wine glass about mingling with the lower people, how the trickle-down up-swing has faded, how stagnancy has strangled her aspiration of a nice car and the subsequent respect that would blossom on everyone’s faces when she turns up in that. 

They have made it abundantly clear that whatever blessed the Bücher family three generations ago is never doubling back. The repairs the home direly needs will never be happening. Even if they did, the resounding result would simply be putting a plaster on a stab-wound. It doesn’t matter how much junk his father sells to put him through a return-on-investment education. So, why doesn’t the house fall? 

He breathes the afternoon light, perched in the doorframe; leaning. In contrast to the opulence of his grandparents’ tailor-made mansion, the shed is a utilitarian thing. Cuboid and sturdy, with its thick walls and insulated door - telling the tale of a person who would be complained away from the porch by neighbours or would not be dissuaded from partaking in outdoor hobbies in Winter. A floor softened by work boots. Flecks of paint and glue and oil staining in intervals. The whisper of pine needles reverberating around. So much wood, he thinks, like a little hole in a tree. A bird’s nest, from which he is watching the grey bulb of the sky grow dimmer and dimmer. Until the trees and the too-tall fence and the grasses turn into a shadow-puppet show. Until all Ulixes can hear is the wind. Until Ulixes can no longer read his book - only able to see a vague outline of his hands, and the stars still somehow shining through the city smog. Until he whistles, and the air stops whistling that jaunty little tune back into his ears, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That is when he shuts the door to the shed. 

It is warm, Ulixes’ little nest. Thrumming with that insulation, that warp-curved geometry. It does something comforting to your brain, such like a reinforcing example does for a belief you already hold. He parts his chapped lips, and pushes his tongue to the back of his throat. A little click of sound is released. A pushing of a particularly satisfying button - or the trigger pulled on an empty gun-barrel? 

The click bounces off the walls. It is an instantaneous cacophony, finished in less than a second. But it reels back his mind from wandering back to earlier, where the dishes were stacked and dirty and his father’s face was… 

Click. Click. Click. 

Echo. Echo. It never fails. Nothing is used against him, here - where no one will look for him. 

Ulixes opens his book to the middle before resting his head on it. He knows by experience the floor will mercifully not hurt his body come morning. A jacket, brown, coming apart at the seams, slung over his thin frame. 

Tonight, he dreams again of the house falling down. The wind; terrible and exacting, will extricate the foundations from the tumour of Revachol East and tumble it in a chef-swirl across the street. Miraculously, it would ignore The Shed, just as Ulixes would awake the next day to ruins, only to completely disregard its contents in favour of walking into the encroaching Pale. As if there was something in there for him. In there, where the air whistles back at him. 

#this boy has two refuges and it is Books and Shed #i hope i spelt pyrholidon correctly. oh well #i kinda left things vague here because i dont have a full family tree planned out or anything #and i dont really expect that to be happening anytime soon #i headcanon uli to be along the 'kim' line of 'repress everything until you forget it and then never think about it again' #which uhhhh. aha. i might be projecting. (<-they have DPDR) #it's MY flashfic and I get to choose the mental sickness #but unlike steban - ulixes doesnt mention his family in-game *at all*. he is at the book club to Follow Steban #and of course they align ideologically. but steban actually gives his ideas the time of day. he *listens* - despite not agreeing with #everything he says. he doesnt lash out. he is Gentle. #and what about that - to someone like ulixes - wouldn't make him want to follow steban into the pale? #also la revacholiere makes a cameo here. brief hints of what is to come. #disco elysium #ulixes bücher #echo maker #txt

[tortan-saarbruccan]

Ich hatte eventuell zu wenig zu tun und habe nun das hier kreiert. Erster Teil von @tessaaaaa hier.

#spatort #tatort saarbrücken #spatort shitposting #finally won the fight against tumblr 10 image post limit #i dont know if anyone asked for that but im having fun so dont expect me to stop anytime soon

[crescentmoonrider]

Save yourself, I am far beyond repair They will bury me alive But I'm not inclined to care I am too far gone now

For the Departed - Shayfer James

#yumi's art #jujutsu kaisen #okkotsu yuuta #okkotsu yuta #yuta okkotsu #rika's implied presence lmao #yutarika #like. in concept #blood #bones #ribcage #guro #idk i was doodling and it ended up like that #i liked the way the ribs make a heart #so i also made an eyeless version #on top of the 'couldnt decide colors' versions #if one day i make merch #(Huge /if/ dont expect anything anytime soon) #i think this could make a fun sticker

[katvantassel]

current mood

#(and i dont expect it to stop anytime soon) #could go for a rewatch rn tbh #shipwrecked comedy #headless series #headless: a sleepy hollow story #mean girls #layla's art

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 4.5 // Part 5 // Part 6 //

i haven't forgotten about this series just yet hopefully i'll finish it by this year. anyway this is titled "joseph is dramatic for about 20 minutes"

#identity v #joseph desaulnier #identity v photographer #unconcerned comic #modern ghost au #ok maybe i did forget about it. but then i received a notification of someone liking it so i revisited this comic series #n i got invested again. i only have till the next part planned out n i dont even think i was very satisfied with the draft #i do want to finish this though i hate leaving projects on hold #if u see me being lazy with backgrounds no u didnt /j #this was simultaneously the most fun and most torturous part of the series i think #cos one of the main ideas i had was joseph getting wick to pick up the locket and making a run for it #at the same time. i hate drawing wick i cannot draw dog. sorry wick nothing personal buddy #anyway this is done. expect the next part but not anytime soon. the goal now is to have this done before the year is over