#reminder beast

[bruneburg]

Beastly Reminder

#beastly reminder #reminder beast #beastly reminder to backup your files #beastly reminder to back up your files #back up #backup #psa #advice #bruneburg #bruneburg beastly reminder #bruneburg reminder beast #nailpolish #lineless #eye contact #monster #beast #file safety #art #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #anita bruneburg #bruneburg art #bruneburgart #mane #tail #whiskers #beastie #creecher #creature #beaft

[uncanny-tranny]

You! Internalize that you do not always need to "improve your art/craft" now! It's great to learn and develop your skills, but you do not need to come from a place of hating where you are now! You certainly do not need to force yourself to improve if it is coming in between you and enjoying the things you do. Improvement for improvements sake does not have to be the only goal, nor the only one that "should matter"

You are allowed to have motifs, enjoyment, ameturism, and "less skill." Kill and devour the capitalist in your head that dictates that you must always improve for everybody else's sake and your "productivity."

#art #i've bought some knitting needles and i don't plan to be a goot knitter. i want to be a 'good' crocheter though #i think i denied myself learning to knit because it 'should mean' that i improve upon my skills every picosecond of the day #look - i want to be a good crocheter for MY sake. i want to be a mediocre knitter also for MY sake #i want to be like squidward - able to do so much art in a vast array of mediums without being the best #also squidward is a *good* artist and a mediocre clarinet player and that is GOOD #he's genuinely a very talented artist. his music is a different beast though <3 #a jack of all trades is a master of none - but better is he than a master of one #gentle reminders

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

dipping a large body of bread into hot stew and tearing off a chunk with your bared teeth is respectful and good. it shows the Earth we want to be here, and will fight to remain. our ancestors understood

#bonus points if you hunker down over your bowl to prevent spills #but the overall effect is one of a Beast growling over a fresh kill to remind other Beasts to wait their damn turn

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A rejuvenating encounter.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #I'm having so much fun with poorly drawn mdzs version 2.0 I'm so glad I decided to change my approach. #Once again I am reminding everyone that these two are *both* catboy coded. #Anyone who is in a 'roommates' cat situation knows full well how that little beast is invigorated the moment the real owner comes home. #I too am also filled with delighted to see the creature. But the dynamic is two ways. #I have a hunch there are many people who also get excited just seeing wwx out in the wild. #Be careful with your approach! He startles easily - oh god he's running off into the mountains. Oh no he's stealing a donkey.

[causalityparadoxes]

One scene i did really like was Sylvia's interaction with Donna about Rose's gender.

She was awkward and got it wrong, but she wanted to get it right. It felt really, really real.

It reminded me a lot of talks I've had to have with my mum about a sibling's gender. And i just augh I hope the way Donna puts it has a positive effect on parents of trans kids who watch it.

#it reminded me so much of my mum nglngl #except my mum is a bit worse at using the right fucking pronouns but hopefully she's getting better over time #dw spoilers #doctor who #the star beast #sylvia noble #60th anniversary

[all-made-of-stardust]

okay but here’s why I actually straight up started crying towards the end there.

when the Hells first arrived in Uthodern, the atmosphere was fear.  the city was dark.  temples were closing their doors.  the center for knowledge, where so many people came for answers, did not have knowledge.  did not have answers.  people were scared.  scared that they couldn’t find help, scared that they couldn’t reach out to loved ones, ask if they are okay.

and suddenly, within their very walls, within their homes, a horrible beast sprouted forth from the heart of the city.  there was death, there was destruction.  there was despair.  because if their own home wasn’t safe, then nowhere was.

the darkness was winning.

then a woman with purple hair and odd markings spoke into the captain of the guard’s mind and told him that things were better.  things were okay.  and he believed her.  because what else could he do but to cling to hope?

because that’s what the Hells brought with them, as this terrifying celestial beast that once brought death now steps out, wearing a peach bow, surrounded by the radiance and light that the city so sorely needed.  he is guarded by such an odd group, but they all exude calm.  there is a small gnome wearing a pink handknit sweater riding on its back.

they guide this noble, beautiful beast through an entire city, and the whole time they are showcasing to everyone that the darkness is not winning.  not now.  not while there is still hope kindling in our hearts.  not while ancient beasts can once again see the stars.

the world may be ending, but it hasn’t ended yet.

not if Bells Hells can help it.

#cr spoilers #umudara the sentinel beast #umudara #critical role #bells hells #i have a lot of emotions about this scene okay #aabria is right it was such a nice metaphor #i was reminded of that scene towards the end of Children of Men #where all the fighting and all the death stops for one blessed moment #because there is a child #because there is hope #as someone who eternally considers herself a dogged optimist #even in times of absolute heartache and sorrow #i know the absolute bulwark that hope can be #it's cheesy and silly and absolutely ridiculous #but the power of friendship truly can be the most magical thing in the world

[tornado1992]

Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?

Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.

Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.

All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.

Sonic is proud of those scars.

He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.

Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.

Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.

He’s proud of those scars.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #those aren’t war scars those are honor scars #Sonic showing off the tiny claw marks with the same pride as if it was a huge beast what cause them #maybe even more #Tails does feel bad because they are a reminder that he hurt Sonic even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose #but Sonic doesn’t mind and even shows them of because they’re a reminder of how much he loves him #kinda mushy but it’s the true #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #please tell me this counts as wholesome I’m the angst trenches and I can’t get out

[cinnamon-flame]

Your art style is like.

Very rounded/you don’t have a lot of flat shapes, and also you use a lot of stripes and spots everywhere, but I think most people do so I don’t know if that counts.

Mostly the first part. Like round but not necessarily soft, though people often put them together I don’t think you usually do. Honestly most of you art looks like I’d reach out and feel leather or scales.

Sorry if this makes no sense but I saw the post about describing art styles and drawing without them and figured I’d give describing it a y ry

Here it is! Hailstorm and Pyrite for the evil style challenge. The total opposite of round and sharp! It's spiky and soft! Also since you made your piece with lineart I decided to draw mine completely lineless.

I thought that maybe doing with a soft shading would minimize the defined textures of scales on dragons? It kind of worked? Also instead of stripes and dots I gave them triangles

#This was difficult for me #Right before this I drew a character that was the definition of my style #a literal snake-wyrm that was very round and did loop de loops with their body #so I had to rewire my brain in real time to draw this #also I never played monster hunter but isn't this like close to the icons they do for the beasts? I've seen them before and felt inspired #but it was weirdly hard to do that #I had to actually draw the rectangles and remind myself to draw most of the bodies with flat lines #I hope I interpeted you thoughts well Snail #thank you for the ask it was a fun experiment to like take apart my artstyle and analyze it #wof #wings of fire #icewing #skywing #wof hailstorm #wof pyrite #cinnamon's doodles

[bearotonin-international]

i want you to know that when i was a kid i was really into polar animals so my mom got me a polar bear stuffed animal that came with a documentary and when i watched it and learned that polar bears eat seals instead of being friends with them i cried and my mom decided i wasn’t allowed to watch that movie again

we're sorry for that sad experience learning that this silly goober

is also a lethal beast

#responsible bear programming #<< that is our tag for bears doing what they naturally do #and a reminder to everyone that as sweet and silly and pettable and adorable bears look. they are dangerous predators #and you should under no circumstances approach or try to pet them #lethal beast #ask

[heartscrypt]

errr ahhh um. cfv twst au upon ye (content made for me and only me)

if u couldn't tell kai here is twisted from the beast from beauty and the beast b/c i wanted to make him go through the horrors. i am normal about him

#twst #twisted wonderland #cfv #cardfight!! vanguard #toshiki kai #aichi sendou #ren suzugamori #heartscribbles #btw aichi is twisted from the enchanted rose and ren is twisted from the enchantress who cursed the beast #do u see what horrors i will be inflicting on toshiki kai #can't phrase it right now but there's something there #w/ aichi being a reminder of kais suffering but also someone he feels the need to be near #w/ ren fucking up kai via aichis oblivious ass #w/ aichi discovering that he is irrevocably tied to kais pain and slowly deteriorating #wow this shit is crazy. my god #anyways haha funny disney anime guys lets gooooooo. play spelldrive boy go to class boy turn into an ink monster boy

[bruneburg]

beastly reminder

#eye strain #beastly reminder #eye contact #reminder beast #bruneburg #creature #beastly reminder to back up your files #psa #backup #back up #back up your files #colorful #font #anita bruneburg #art #digital art #lineless #lineless art #lineless style #drawing #sketch #doodle #artists on tumblr #bruneburg art #bruneburg reminder beast #bruneburg beastly reminder #beastly reminder to backup your files

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

They hide

#I knew that wan panel reminded me of something #look at them #tinies #bsd #bungo stray dogs #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd beast

[msmimundo]

Last but not least THE Moomintroll himself!!

pink carnation- love, gratitude, fondness

peach rose- sincerity, genuineness, appreciation, gratitude

yellow rose- friendship, joy, warmth, delight, gladness, caring, affection

pink tulip- affection, caring, good wishes, fist love

hydrangea- heartfelt emotion, gratitude, grace, beauty, abundance, understanding, unity, togetherness, apology

forget-me-not- true love, devotion, loyalty, memory, resilience, connection, affection

flower of hope- resilience, optimism, overcome adversity, hope, healing

#moomins #moomintroll #fanart #msmimundo #the pink carnation comes from his mom cause its a very mothers day flower to give #peach rose from his dad for the same reason bc it has similar meanings #pink tulip comes from snorkmaiden as his first childish love they still care about each other #hydrangea from little my as her adoptive brother and it also reminds me the ammount of times she screwed him over with the apology part #yellow rose from sniff as his pal his friend his buddy #forget me not from snufkin bc of the 2019 hint that he is afraid of being forgoten and replaced(unaware moomin is nuzzling them teehee) #snufmin #hinted by the flowers #all small beasts should have bows in their tails

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Idea inspired by this art!

tags: sorcerer!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, au is kind of medieval, mentions of men grabbing reader out of home, burning at the stake, reader is mistaken as a witch but she is a prophetess, it’s giving castlevania x howls moving castle vibes, Satoru is a bit cocky but we love him (might do a pt 2?)

There’s a nice cottage outside the city, 15 minutes away by foot, you live in a home with your mother and brother (your father actually passed from a brutal cold three years ago, leaving you to tend to the home and seek work). It started off as a necessity, advising the horse racing, chicken fighting gamblers on what animal to place your bets on. your reply? intuition. that chicken has sturdy legs, that horse has agile movements. excuses that granted you money for the time being, for your gifts. an ability passed down by the women of your family though yours outweighed the abilities of your mother, so you remained unadvised. using your intuition to get by the day.

Word gets around that a young lady such as yourself is not married. 19, 20, 21, and now 22– you’re questioned behind your back by your neighbors at how you could possibly remain unmarried. It had been 6 months since men started disappearing in your route by your home, reportedly last seen by the lake not far from your home.

You had been labeled as an unmarried bloodsucking siren, a cursed demon who takes the bodies of young men, and although all that is false, it does not help your case that you’ve remained indoors most of your life and the fact that you’ve advised others in the world of gambling.

You were a sinner, sentenced by the court, but before that happened, a large storm broke 7 days before the fated event.

It was windy, dark, and rainy that your mother had frantically put everything away. “I’ll get the lights from the back shed!” you called, putting on a coat, a second for safe measures. the rain pours hard that it overcomes the splish splash sounds of your feet. When you’re walking towards the fence to the main road, and into the back of your home, you catch a man. wet, crouched, and seemingly pained from all the walking he did. the nearest town by foot was over an hour away, and waking in this weather surely meant he could catch a cold.

“I am sorry to burden you, miss...” the voice calls, head hooded from your eyes, “but is there any shelter I can rest for the night? I... I don’t have any-“

“It’s fine,” you speak, soft and understanding before you pull him gently by the arm, “come follow me,” and you lead him to your shed, making a bed of hay for him before you’ve taken your first coat and placed it over the hay for him to use as a blanket or mattress. the man behind you stands silent as you pull out to light a candle for him, turning to him, “it’s not much,” you say, “but you can stay here. It’s better than spending the night outside, right?” with not another word, you hand him the candle and grab the supplies you were originally here for. “stay here, I’ll be right back.” you direct softly, shortly before leaving the shed. at home, you take out a bowl and serve some leftover stew and some bread that you would have eaten in the morning, opting to give it to someone who could have needed it more than you.

“there’s some stew in here,” you say, handing the man a bowl and bread with your other hand. it’s at this moment you notice how unbelievably pale his hands are, almost like the statues outside the cathedrals. it almost leaves you speechless, and he notes. “Thank you, miss...?”

you give him your name without much thought. finishing your arrangements in the shed before you turn to him. “feel free to stay the night, or until the rain has settled. whatever will facilitate your journey, sir...?”

“Go-“ suddenly, he’s surprised that his bread has slipped past his fingers until you’re on your knees picking it up quicker than he can. It isn’t until you look up that your eyes meet his, a breathtakingly striking pair of azure eyes, bluer than any water or sky you’ve dreamed of, it leaves you silent. “Thank you,” he whispers softly, and the sound of his ragged voice reminds you where and what you’re doing. suddenly shy and remembering you’re a maiden, you’re quickly at your feet wishing him a Goodnight without another word, closing the door behind you.

He’s gone the next morning.

Several days pass and the talk of you around town grow more and more. you’ve asked your mother to keep your brother inside so as to protect him, but on the evening of the 7th day you’re harshly pulled from your home, leaving your mother with teary eyes as you’re feeling like the life out of you is being squeezed out with the way so many men manhandle you. pulling you, shoving you, shouting insults, you’re suddenly the main talk of the town as they expose you on the streets calling you horrible names: whore, slut, demon, murderer, and more. the names don’t cut as deep as the memory of being pulled away from your home.

“Burn the witch!” Cry out many, and you’re roughly shoved against a stake before rope is tied around your midsection, burning roughly against your soft skin it hurts. the town mayor gives a speech, then the priest calls your execution necessary for the good of humanity, blaming you for the deaths of over 12 men in a 6 month course. mother’s shout at you and men renounce your existence as worse than satan himself.

everyone wants you dead. and suddenly, the fire runs around you.

“God,” you call out, “please let these people see past their mistakes! you of all people know I didn’t do anything! please save my mother and brother from this fate! please spare their eyes from this shame, this torment they will carry- and please make my end as quick as possible so that I can look after them.” a long moment passes as your head is now dropped low, not long before you hear a chuckle.

“Well, that’s certainly not the type of monologue I’d expect from you.” calls a voice. he tilts your chin up to face him after your silence. you don’t know if you’re hallucinating, the fire is bound to burn you any second and your lungs burn. in front of you stands a man. tall, handsome, and pale. white hair and pink lips like the kind you’d see in paintings. and his eyes? they strike a familiarity you’ve seen before.

the man before you grins, and you can’t help but put your whole faith, even your idea of god on him as he looks at you with such admiration.

“So you’re the girl they call a witch, huh?”

amusement crosses his eyes. and yet again they are breathtaking, finer than any blue mosaic you’ve seen. possibly holier than any church you’ve stepped foot in.

“I’m not a witch, I... I’m a visionary,” you reply, trying not to grow dizzy from the fire around you. when you turn to look elsewhere, no one seems to acknowledge the man in front of you. were you hallucinating?

“So you’re another one of the freaks, huh?” He says, eyes laced with interest. “That’s why they have you here. even when you didn’t murder all those men.”

“I didn’t,” your coughing takes him by surprise and he remembers how sensitive humans can be, “I... I didn’t hurt anyone,”

“I believe you,” he says, lowly. “Tell you what. I’ll save you from this fire, and in return you can help me find out what on earth became of these men. put an end to this. deal?”

you nod, not remembering what happens moments later as the man wraps you in his arms, making you drown into a deep sleep before he kisses the crown of your head. the fire erupts and sparks behind you both as you both rise like shooting stats, terrifying the townspeople behind.

“From now on, you’ll live a life free of torment,” whispers the sorcerer, bringing you into the comfort of his cave.

#holy shit what the fuck did I just write #this feels like a mix of castlevania and also howls moving castle #ughhh #this gojo will be my weak spot #also I love the idea of these learned stories in regards to treating everyone kindly with hospitality #reminds me of beauty and the beast #Anyways will probably do a part two #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x oc #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru gojo #Satoru #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x female reader

[blackfern]

insufferable depop reseller at foxbury who treats his classes as his personal runway lookbook

links under the cut.

disclaimer: a lot of these clash with each other and i used photoshop to edit out any texture clashes, if you use these items in-game then don't expect them to work together like they do in the pics (particularly the hats and bags) &lt;3

LOOK 1: headphones | tshirt | jorts | socks | shoes | bag

LOOK 2: hat* | jersey | cargos | shoes | bag

LOOK 3: headphones | tshirt | undershirt | trousers | shoes (base game) | bag

LOOK 4: headphones | jacket | shirt | jeans | shoes (base game) | bag

ALL LOOKS: hair | nails (grunge revival)

* - patreon exclusive

thanks to all cc creators! @issygoing @coloursul @soju-vibe @kismet-sims @astya96cc @casteru @simstefani @rona-sims @aharris00britney @jius-sims @drosims @burnitmyg @sims4nexus @saengchung-blog @plushxsims @plumbobteasociety @aler-ii @charonlee

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims #ts4 lookbook #the sims 4 lookbook #sims lookbook #oh yeah i'm using some new stuff for my cas #new background new lighting mod new gshade preset #reminds me a lot of the stuff i used to use years ago. nostalgia is a cruel beast and i am fighting for my life within its jaws #100 #200

[fictionadventurer]

The most wrong media take belongs to people who think the Beast shouldn't transform back into the prince in "Beauty and the Beast". The Beast is not his true self! The Beast is an unnatural change that must be undone to make him whole! "Oh, but appearances don't matter." Then it doesn't matter if he has less hair now! Beauty loves him as himself, whether he looks like a beast or a human! It would be wrong to condemn the prince to a life as a beast just because Beauty has gotten used to this face. She has to love his fully-revealed true self. Anything less than that is a lie and a tragedy.

#beauty and the beast #saw a bit of the movie tonight and was reminded of those 'give me back my beautiful beast' ice cold takes #fairy tales #there's a reason i made sure that beatrice addressed this in my version of it #and mocked it for the horrible take that it is