#perhaps next week

[notllorstel]

Figured out to how stream games on twitch. NSR 3rd anniversary replay here we go✌️

#You yes You will get exposed to great jams and my terrible parrying skills #perhaps next week #no mic cause I’m shy and my coughs still awful #llorsnoises

[youretoosweetforme]

hehe i just took a Very nice selfie

#it has only about a third of my face in it but still counts #vampire lighting #am too lazy to get my vampire shirt out #perhaps next week #antiopa

[pinayelf]

still thinking about a figure skating au for immy and Cullen

#i wanna draw it but idt i have the time djfjfjf #perhaps next week

[donuts4evry1]

Hit the jackpot at the Asian store Yesterday

#Unfortunately it was too expensiv so I did not buy it #Perhaps next week #I want to bake gio sua again yummy #mun rambles #jellyfish

[vivenecii]

This (and previous) good omens study club theme, tartan and a movie still. I decided to choose one from Little Women, which I have yet to watch.

#i am manifesting more time to draw #more time in general tbh #I have six tests the next four days and a project #good lord will it be a funny week #my art #fanart #digital #good omens #crowley #david tennant #aziraphale #michael sheen #innefable husbands #perhaps one day we could go for a picnic #smitten I believe #I am still not happy with Crowley's face but I drew it so many times that I created a whole wall of shame #I will (eventually) get better #artists on tumblr #art

[cuubism]

i went to physical therapy for my stupid broken arm so as is my legal obligation i HAD to make ship content about it. everything is ship content that's how it is

cw injury, referenced abusive relationships

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Hob's had plenty of clients come to physical therapy who clearly don't want to be there. Plenty of others who are reasonably frustrated by the work and time involved in regaining functioning after an injury. But this is the first time he's just had someone be... quiet. Resigned.

Dream sits with his hand cradled to his chest, barely speaking, only answering when Hob asks a direct question. He's reluctant to give Hob his hand when Hob asks if he can look at it, like he thinks Hob's grip is a bear trap that will snap down and crush the bones like whatever had done so the first time. Hob still doesn't know what that was. All he knows is the bones have been realigned and healed over but the dexterity in his hand still isn't right. That was what Dream had said, in the first spark of passion Hob had heard from him. It's not right.

But he does eventually give his hand over. His bones are so fine and delicate, and each movement hesitant. Cautious. Hob tests the flexibility. The strength. Dream is right, it's not where it should be. He still doesn't know what happened.

"I won't make you tell me if you really don't want to," Hob says gently. "But it is important to know how it happened to make sure we rehab it the right way. Did you get it caught in something? I've seen guys come in with machine injuries like that."

Nothing about Dream suggests "person who works with heavy machinery." But who knows. Hob will try not to stereotype.

"No," Dream says quietly, looking down and away from his hand like he can't bear to see it. "I. I am an artist. My ex... he felt that I cared more about my art than about him. Perhaps I did. And he was... frustrated. I suppose."

Hob can put the rest of the pieces together in his mind. "Jesus," he breathes, and Dream flinches.

"I have an unfortunate ability to involve myself with such people," he says.

"No, it's not your fault," Hob says automatically.

Dream narrows his eyes. "You presume to know that?"

Hob raises his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I won't pry." He's not Dream's therapist. His job is to help him with his hand, not... whatever else is going on in his life.

He takes Dream's hand carefully between both of his own again. Presses down lightly on his knuckles. "So. Crushed. Like that?"

Dream nods. Hob still doesn't know all the details, but he's imagining a boot going down hard on the top of Dream's hand. The thought is sickening.

"Can you fix it?" Dream asks, like he doesn't dare to hope.

"Well, you already had it repaired surgically, yeah?" Hob says. This strikes him as a bit of good luck--hand fractures are not simple--but he doesn't want to undercut Dream's confidence even further by saying so. He's usually pretty good at reading his clients, and he's already sensing that Dream is holding onto his determination to be here at all by the barest thread. Best to build him up as much as possible. "So it's just a matter of strengthening the muscles again."

He's fairly confident he can get him back to a usual level of functioning with it. The question is whether he can return him to the specific level of dexterity he needs for his art. He doesn't say that. Not yet.

Finally, he gets the tiniest of smiles out of Dream. He's really lovely when he smiles.

(He's pretty when he doesn't smile, too. Hob would have to be blind not to notice it.)

"So," Hob says. "Let's look at the current range of motion, yeah?"

Dream tilts his head. "Did you not already do so?"

"For regular motion, yeah. But I want to see where it's impacting your drawing."

Dream draws his hand back, looking uncertain.

"Come on." Hob hands him a pen and paper. "Show me. I promise I know nothing about art. If it's not up to your usual standards, I'm not going to be able to tell."

Finally, Dream takes the pen, and starts sketching.

Hob watches, noting the way his hand trembles, his uneven grip on the pen. Notes how quickly he gets demoralized when it doesn't turn out the way he wants. Hob can make out what he's written and drawn, but it's clear from Dream's expression that it's far from how it's supposed to be.

"This is just a starting point," Hob reminds him. He has a feeling he's going to be doing a lot of those sorts of reminders with Dream; he does not seem to find optimism easy.

Then again, if someone who supposedly loved him had hurt him like that, Hob would probably find optimism a bit difficult, too.

Finally, Dream drops the pen, clearly frustrated. "I have tried to paint at home, too. It has not turned out any better. You should throw those away." He gestures to the sketches. "They are terrible."

"Nah, I'm gonna keep them," Hob says, and puts them in his folder. "For comparison later." It could also partially be because he finds Dream's drawings of cats, imperfect as they are, charming. Sue him.

"As you insist," Dream says.

Hob gives him documentation on some other exercises he can do at home. Tries to think through what might make him feel better with his art. It feels, somehow, so important to make him feel better.

"At home, go easy on trying to use a pen, or paintbrush or whatever, it's hard on your hand," he finally says. "But you probably want to get back to your art, so-- okay, don't make fun of me if this is stupid."

Dream just raises an eyebrow, waiting.

Maybe Hob should try to learn more about art before he gives advice. Nevertheless, he forges on. "Holding a pen is tough, but if you wanted to like, finger paint or something? That would probably be fine. Might be good for flexibility, even."

"Finger paint," Dream repeats, enunciating each word.

"I told you not to make fun of me if it was stupid."

Dream smiles, just a small thing, like he finds Hob ridiculous but in a charming way. Good enough, Hob figures.

"Very well," Dream says at last. "I will take your advice."

Dream simply walking out had felt like a distinct possibility, so Hob will take this as a win.

"Hey," he says later, catching Dream for a moment as he's checking him out. "It's going to get better, yeah? Trust me. Don't worry too hard, just give it time."

He really shouldn't make promises like that. But he can't seem to help it, with Dream.

Dream considers, then says. "I do trust you."

Hob finds that it means a lot. Now he's just going to have to earn it.

#i really am writing the most random indulgent shit this week XD #you know this was a missed opportunity to do 'forbidden romance between a physical therapist and a ballerina' like that ridiculous romance #novel that was going around XD #anyway don't take physical therapy advice from this #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #cw abuse #long post #perhaps i'll write more after my next appointment XD #physical therapy fic

[saetoru]

it has been a minute folks🧍🏽‍♀️

#i would love to return to my writing arc except this semester is killing me rn #wow lots to update u all on #i got a new job. well ok new isn’t the right word since i already did this before but it’s at a new place so that has to count for sumthing #actually i’ll be doing an internship and job at the same time next sem im rly loaded up 🥹 #i would post writing maybe except i have finals in less than a week and then im literally off to a cruise the next day with no wifi so #perhaps in january nerd gojo will see the light of day #anyway i miss yall #tee bee in #tee bee out

[raezel-rwby]

my piece for the rosegarden ship collab :) @rosegardenshipcollab

A Vacuo reunion! I took extra time to give it an actual background. Thank you so much rosegardenshipcollab mods! I needed an opportunity to draw rwby again

#im planning some rwby halloween stuff next #perhaps it will also be 2 weeks late :p #rwby #rwby rosegarden #my art #rwby fanart #ruby rose #rwby ruby x oscar #oscar pine #rwby rosepine

[eddsworld-the-masquerade]

New portraits for the main group! I also did end up updating their descriptions a little bit (most noticeably Edd and Tord). You can find full profiles on the Character page.

#eddsworld au #eddsworld vtm au #art #mod art #edu and theo next week #i also have plans to include the rest of the sabbat gang (adella and zephyr) albeit with shorter descriptions #and some human characters that are of importance #like hellucard and anteater (I REALLY SHOULD DESIGN HIM AND HIS GROUP) and maybe even eira? perhaps?

[en-chi-la-da]

danganronpa rarepair week 2023 DAY SIX: pride/postcard feat: makoto/kokichi

for day six, i decided to go with a more, like, "we may not be very compatible as people/classmates, but we do share that familiar experience of figuring out who we are" kind of theme with my personal headcanon(s) for these two. like an uplifting "you're not alone in this" type of vibe?? yknow what i mean? lmao happy pride month! ✌🏼

#back at it with the sudden naeouma i guess what da hell :0 #dr rarepair week 2023 #naeouma #makoto naegi #kokichi ouma #these are just MY personal headcanons for these two! if you have differing headcanons thats a-okay! dont take mine too seriously! 👋🏼 yay! #they feel quite tame compared to how ive seen other ppl draw/perceive them lol but like im Cis™ #so i dont have much personal experience to work off of i guess but regardless!! i continue to learn and listen from others!! #danganronpa #ari art #i did want to add a third pic of them with top surgery scars + some dialogue tbh.... perhaps next time :)c

[notbecauseofvictories]

there are many ways to inhabit adulthood, but even after a week of my new job, of running errands, talking with colleagues and loved ones---the thing I am most proud of is remembering to put on sunscreen before I take myself to the zoo.

#is it perhaps linked to the fact that one of the head honchos is going to be in town next week #and I didn't want to look like a boiled lobster when I met him? #is that the reason I remembered sunscreen for the first time in many many years??? #maybe so. #celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge

[hwaitham]

al haitham does not come home frm work 2 surprises of mi scantily dressed in prettie pink lace n ribbons bound about my wrists but instead his living room full of different instruments i hv brought back after deciding to learn to play them on a whim n sheet music scattered all over d floor . tehe :]

#𓈒 ۫ 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮 𐂯 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 ₊⠀ೀ #dey finally opened up a new music store down da street n i went aftr work ! ! i needed more rosin for m bow #n n n then ! n then !.. i saw dat u cn rent instruments frm them for Cheap 0…0 so cheap uhuuu #naturally i brought home an electric guitar n an amp :3 j for da next week ! #SO NOW I CN LEARN DA BEST ELECTRIC GUITAR SONG 2 EVR EXIST IN DA WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE :D ! ! #yisyis u think correctly .. t's haikyuu opening 1 ... imagination by spyair :3 EEE #dat one guitar riff after da bridge is so coolbeanz ive been wanting 2 learn foreverrr it n' now i finally can ! ٩( ᐛ )و yippeeeee ! ! ! ! #hopefully da learning curve isnt steep .. i alr kno how 2 play acoustic — fingies crossed dat electric isnt Too different ! >< #but Yea :3 thimking of haithie coming home to mi filling up his living room wif instruments .. perhaps he'd be annoyed at first #howevzzz ! i think seeing mi all excited would take a bit of his annoyance away kekek #before i am his darling littl musician i am his darling litl nuisance xd

[toodrasticallydumb]

Oh c’mon you knew I had to.

My version of the Barbie mugshot with stricklake because I just COULD NOT get it out of my head:

This is specifically from my Trollhunter!Strickler au solely because of the white streak in Barbara’s hair lol and now that I’ve drawn it I am oh so tempted to have it be an actual scene that happens somewhere along the story…

Little snippet of the would-be scene (it's so long it got away from me, I'm sorry):

*the two are rummaging around in a very much broken into museum to find what may or not be a message from Nomura*

Barbara: Walt...?

Walter: Hm? Yes, love?

Barbara: What's that outside?

Walter, pausing for a second to listen: Oh. That would be the em...the police, my dear.

Barbara: Oh, okay, okay, excuse me, the WHAT.

Walter: ...Em. That is, I- um I suggest you hide the skathe-hrün somewhere, lest the authorities care to investigate further into what exactly it is when they take it from your person.

Barbara: So we're not even avoiding this? You know, getting arrested by the police?

Walter: Mmmm, no, unfortunately. I don't want you using the skathe-hrün (or more specifically its magic) anymore than absolutely necessary for today. You've expended yourself enough as it is.

Barbara: And getting arrested for breaking and entering is not an 'absolute necessity'???

Walter: Not particularly, it would only be a considered a second-degree burglary since it is a museum and not a residential, habitated building; which that sub-type of burglary is a 'wobbler' charge in the state of California, which equates—if it is persecuted as a misdemanor rather than a felony—to merely (at most) a year in county jail—

Barbara: A year?!

Walter: —and 1,000 dollar fine if, that is, we are found guilty by being proven to have harbored the intent to steal something, of which we did not and do not have evident by the fact neither of us pocess any given tools to break or take any item from its case. I assume this is the first time you have been accused of any given crime aside from speeding or any other driving-related violation? Without evidence of a previous criminal record we should be lined up quite well to be merely fined or, if NotEnrique can manage it (if I can bear to call upon endless embarassment and taunting), nothing at all but a slap on the wrist though I doubt we could not accomplish that on our own given our positions in the community as school teacher and doctor respectively.

Barbara: You have wings, Walt.

Walter: And mothman escaping a building with a strangely human-shaped figure in its arms is not at all a cause for alarm to the police who will no doubt be keeping close watch of all exits and entrances which would also draw unneeded attention before we can reach the proper cover of the clouds.

Barbara: *face-palms* Getting arrested. How wonderful. 'Oh, just breaking and entering, officer, not much.'

Walter: It is hardly as terrible as it sounds, really. We can omit the 'breaking' portion since we snuck in through the window without running into any trouble that would damage it. Frankly, we could go the route of claiming guilty to the crime of trespassing according to the Penal Code 602 (California's trespassing law) being that we entered the exhibit past museum hours. On top of which it is far more accurate to what we're doing in actuality, not proper burglary since we have established neither of us had the intent to run off with anything that was not ours. Doing so we would also fare far better than with a so-called 'breaking and entering' offense (such a named law does not actually exist in California, only burglary and trespassing separately but I will clasify it as the burglary law for sake of consistency) in which we would be recieving just a simple fine rather than possible felony charges that could come with a second-degree burglary we may have committed.

Barbara: Not really helping here, Walt.

Walter: Right, apologies-

Barbara: Which, of course, getting arrested is an experience you obviously know about.

Walter: The (pun intended) offense aimed against me is dully noted. However, my dear, the fact I know how the intricacies of the specific laws of California operate does not entail I have been arrested prior to this. That would be Nomura who holds the experience in that particular department.

*pause*

Barbara: Walt. Don't you dare. You stop it right there. Unless you want--

Walt: The police department. Heh. *guilty snort*

Barbara: *sends him the disappointed death glare*

Police: *break through the door* Hands up! On the ground, now!

Walter: *laying down* I hardly find my pun to have been that egregious.

Barbara, already on the floor: Really, Walt? Good puns involve good TIMING too.

Police: Dispatch, we have the two culprits in question now in our custody. *taking a pair of cuffs out* You're coming with us. You have the right to remain silent.

Walter, being actively handcuffed: Well, I suppose then, now would be the less than appropriate time to say this museum has gained quite the em...standing in the Lake family...?

Barbara, being stood up with her arms behind her back: Officers, I have no idea who this man is.

Walter: I never once said I intended to make good puns.

I made this entirely too long but once it started I couldn't really find myself stopping. Whoops. Hope you enjoyed chaotic Walt not caring about being arrested because jail is honestly the least of his problems rn. It would honestly be a break.

#did i dedicate like a half hour to exploring the penalties of California trespassing and burglary laws??? #I did indeed. #this is the curse of being both a writer and artist #the ungodly amount of work that went into this stupid MEME is insane but i am still proud #Jim does NOT let them live this down and Strickler knows this #so he's here for a fun ride if he's going to get made fun of endlessly by both NotEnrique AND Jim #barbara is very much tired of her boyfriend/husband's antics but at this point she accepts it #(NotEnrique somehow gets ALL of their mugshots and one day they wake up to find them all framed and hung on the wall) #Barbara: Jail Walt! JAIL! What kind of example am I setting for Jim here? That he should do as I say not as I do? #Walter *sitting all crisscross applesauce in his cell*: ...Em...Perhaps that the apple truly does not fall far from the tree...? #*Walter was then demoted to the couch for the next week* #Walter: He should be proud to say he's his mother's son! #did I do this instead of editing for this week's fic update? #oops. #toa trollhunters #walter strickler #toa strickler #toa barbara #barbara lake #trollhunters strickler #art #strickler #my art #doodle #stricklake #fan fic writing #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #barbie mugshot redraw #barbie mugshot meme

[oh-gh0st]

finally fucking done

#osomatsu san #atsutodo #todomatsu #atushi #ghost's doodles #i have STRUGGLED to get these out. my body feels like a shriveled up fruit rn #i am handing this to u all very delicately because i Know the first two are gonna get reactions (i'm not sorry for atsushi's knee grind) #OH AND TY MOE FOR THE 3RD-5TH IMAGES IDEAS THEY INDOCTRINATED ME FOR THAT ONE LMFAOO #sadly no idol trio yet... perhaps later next week after recuperation this weekend #im going to pass out now enjoy the food guys

[thirddoctor]

I'd love to know more about your thoughts on 'The Star Beast'!!!

It's kinda hard to give more in-depth thoughts because I just... had a great time? It was a very solid episode that accomplished exactly what it set out to do. Not perfect, sure, and not on the level of something like Midnight or Vincent and the Doctor, but that was never what it was trying to be.

I got more enjoyment analysing the previous era critically than I did from the stories themselves, so I usually had more to say, but here it's the opposite. It was just good fun Doctor Who.

#perhaps I'll have more thoughts next week #or when RTD inevitably does something to piss me off (I say this affectionately but a lot of his DW takes I don't actually agree with) #so we'll see! #anyway if I want to throw out something controversial uhh so far 14 > 10 #Replies #goldheartedchaoticdisaster #Ranger shut up about Doctor Who

[hephaestuscrew]

When you listen to the funeral in Boléro when you're 19 and are fairly naïve and have been lucky enough that you've never had a death close to you, you think Hera doesn't understand "why they have to be gone" because she's an AI and she only has 4 years of life experience to go off and it's inevitably difficult for someone without a physical body to conceptualise death. But then you get a little older and things happen and you realise No, that's just what grief is like.

Hera thinks that it doesn't make sense to her because she's missing something, because there's something that her creators didn't put inside her head, or at the very least because she's never experienced that kind of loss before. She thinks there's something that can be explained to her that will make it easier to come to terms with the deaths of people who've been a part of her life. And Eiffel struggles for an answer, or rather a way to explain to her that there is no answer; "Hera, we don't… I don't know that there's… That's not what this -".

The truth is that there's nothing that Hera is missing. What is happening inside her head feels "wrong and stupid and wrong" because that's just how it feels when someone you know dies. That's how the other characters are feeling too, even if they express it differently.

Hera thinks that she feels the way she does because she's experiencing things differently to her human crewmates, but that's not really the case. She's just being the most honest about those feelings.

It's not an artificial intelligence grappling with human situations that she can't understand. It's a person struggling with grief in the way that any human struggles with grief.

Hera's feeling that she doesn't know how to deal with this, her inability to stop thinking about the fact that they're gone, her sense that there must be some set of instructions she wasn't given, her desperation for a way to make it better or easier, her plea for things to somehow make sense… It's all just so incredibly, heart-wrenchingly human and real.

#Sorry for the sad post I guess #Also I've a feeling this isn't entirely my original thought #but it's what I'm thinking about today #I was gonna say some things about Minkowski's #'They're gone... so that we never forget how important it is that we're still here' #but perhaps I'll leave those for another post #I'm going to a funeral next week so this is on my mind #it's not for someone I was properly close to or anything so I'm fine #but it's why this episode is on my mind #Sorry to overshare #tw death #tw grief #Fuck it I think I will put this in the tags #Wolf 359 #w359 #Wolf 359 spoilers #w359 spoilers #the empty man posteth