#twas glorious

[nananarc]

Ashtray . 2023

(Yeah no don't worry she's a 120kg cyborg that can crush his skull with a squeeze of her hands if she wants)

PopArt Colorful Alt Versions on my Patreon:

#so like yeah im a bit insane #you know that already #this just came to me in a fever dream because i bought a weighted blanket today #and experience for the first time the magic of being gently crushed while napping #twas glorious #turns out to be a bit noir vibe #was different at first but im not complaining #can you spot all the “weird” things going on in here? #i think much for this piece so please look at it long and carefully #art #drawing #digital painting #watercolor painting #watercolour painting #illustration #artwork #original art #character art #ink drawing #vietnamese artist #vietnamese art #couple #noir #romance #transgender #nonbinary

[temporarilyunspokensneezes]

Omgomgomg--- are you also on ao3 because ive been reading your dabihawks fics fir so long and i cant stop rereading them cos they just be so good --- idk have i got the right person here?

If i was wrong im sorry but isaw your name and got excited:(

Ahaha yes you are correct!!! My username on AO3 is just a bit shorter both out of being lazy and not wanting to be too on the nose with it on a primarily vanilla platform 😂

I'm so glad you liked them!! They were a blast to write ❤️❤️❤️

#asks #this was a lovely comment thank you ❤️ #da/bihawks will forever be a major source of brainrot for me #and those fics were some of the most indulgent horn Ive ever helped create #twas glorious

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hear me out, Wally in a dino onsie.

done & Done

#he is Cozy and has Friends #stuff aside i really want this onesie ngl #its real. i used a reference. and its Glorious #who WOULDN'T want an ankylosaurus onesie???? #scribble garnish #welcome home #wally darling #the art is blocking but Not While I Made This #twas a breeze. a fun refreshing breeze #i gotta get back on the outfit requests #still got a Lot in the pantry to cook with

[last-hourglass]

So we all agree that this is how Leon’s duel in the @rottmntpeepawpolls went down right

Congrats to @kathaynesart for Replica Leo’s epic win, you were a worthy and valiant opponent!

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #ROTTMNT art #peepaw multiverse #peepaw showdown #my art #future Leonardo #last hourglass #ROTTMNT replica #replica AU #‘‘twas a glorious 10 seconds where I had a chance #and then my guy just got absolutely BODIED

[worthlessdumbasspieceofshit]

for anyone who is confused. this is what I mean when I say I want old neopets back:

reject modernity

return to tradition

#neopets #neopets uc #bring back uc designs neopets #undescribed image #the fuckin gob on this lil monstrosity #I love her #Acara #their lil floppy horns still wig me out a bit tho #ye ok this isn't the “true of design” but it was the first one called acara which overnight replaced the tigrens which looked sikly qtπ #like seriously. didn't even look like a goat.. it was a foxbear lookinthing with seahorse ear fins and enormous round eyes with a heart-nos #they did it on purpose #glorious trolls #twas the plan all along #the floppy horn thing wigs me out a touch tho ngl #imagine it running at you with those waving in the wind smakin eachother to assert dominance #big spooks #bet it originally ran like a crab. the second acara pic not the lame tigrens

[dullahandyke]

why must i have responsibilitise.... why cant i just read my little irish mythology books.....

#somestimes u just gotta go into an easons and beeline it to the irish interest section #got a fucking GORGEOUS huge hardback with a gilded cover and illustrations for like 11 euro on sale #twas fucking glorious

[perchingominouslysmwh]

...I’m convinced that sleep deprivation is it’s own kinda drug-

#I mean yes the effects are already pretty clear- #but #finding my browser history from a few nights ago??? #shocking #eye opening #I was knee deep in the sweatbox #which i couldn't find anywhere so now I have an internet archives account #(since disney keeps taking the documentary down) #but anyway #I have no idea why I was suddenly obsessed with finding out how the emperor's new groove came to be #but twas a wild and glorious ride XD #the fun part is that i didn't remember doing it at all until right now kajsdhksjdhfk #wolia rambles

[tyrannuspitch]

vintage thor dialogue is such a fascinating phenomenon. i'm sure 50% of it is just general old comic stuff, but the addition of the need to sound Ye Olde and Mythological results in something so bizarre and unique. like, on top of the characters' need to announce who they are, what their motives are, what they're currently doing, and whether that's evil or not (at every opportunity), vintage thor dialogue also has such quirks as:

a need to remind us of plot/character details in specifically mythological terms, leading to constant use of words like "fabled", "glorious", "loathsome", "accursed", "eternal"...

elaborate fantasy swearing, based almost entirely on the MC's dad

peppering in "thee" and "thou" (but never consistently enough to imply an actual t/v distinction)

a deep-seated aversion to all abbreviations except "tis" and "twas"

including "that"/"which"/"who" more often than is quite comfortable, but still not all the time

characters referring to each other by epithets

characters referring to themselves in the third person

characters referring to themselves by epithets in the third person (thor: "the mighty odinson shall vanquish thee!!")

metaphors for the sake of metaphors that either aren't complete or just don't make sense...

the result is simultaneously melodramatic and matter-of-fact, old-fashioned and anachronistic, flowery and clunky, pretentious and completely without subtlety... it's so much. it's just so fucking much. i'm in awe.

#space viking tag #s: comics #i'm not sure this counts as meta but i'm not sure it's criticism either. hm. #meta #w/e #highlights

[dujour13]

Secret Santa gift for my friend @offsidekineticist. Happy Holidays! 💕☃️💕

I hope you know I had to enlist the aid of both Ophenia and Woljif to piece this story together. Oh, that reminds me—(Siavash digs in his vest pocket and produces one silver bracelet, twelve gold pieces and a Chelish noble house signet ring)—with Woljif’s apologies. No questions asked about the ring.

I hope I got the main story beats right enough for art.

The half-orc druid I eventually tracked down in the Aspodell mountains told me Qweck was involved, but even my utmost attempts at diplomacy couldn’t prevent Qweck from slamming the door in my face, so I’m not sure where she fits into the story. There was also apparently a dinosaur? Or a golem made of dinosaurs? Anyway, here it is, as promised.

(He takes a sip of mulled Andoren wine and gives you a wink as he begins.)

🎶 The Ballad of Bellflower Hellfire 🎶

The Devil went down to Cheliax, she was lookin’ for a soul to steal She was biding her time at the scene of the crime In a gem that was magically sealed When Gil came across that necklace, offering vengeance and serving it hot And the devil grabbed hold of his heart in her claws And said boy lemme tell you what I guess you’ll do ‘bout anything to give them slavers their due And if you vow to serve me now I’ll lend a hand to you Now you’d make a damn fine Bellflower, boy All I ask is a soul or two I’ll bet the slaves you’ll free are worth that fee And it was true for all he knew And so the halfling set about with the fury of Hell in his hands Without a regret started paying his debts Freed his folk from their iron bands (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Twas a rainy night in Brastlewark and Thay sat with his book And he heard the sound of rustlin’ around and went to have a look There stood Gil ‘bout to catch a chill And Thay in his distress, said come on down, you look half drowned And bundled Gil up good And thus began the heart-bond ‘tween the halfling and the gnome In the shadow of Thrune their sweet love bloomed, over cocoa snug at home (There’s a break with romantic picking, then a shift to an ominous chord) Til one dark day the news reached Gil that made his heart stop cold The iron glove of Hell came down and crushed all Gilly’s hope The Hellknights came, they were taking names, Mister Theo was their prey Gil shed tears of grief and rage - the Rack had taken Thay And Gil like Hell’s own vengeance on the wings of dragon black Rained down on Rivad fury and fire and laid to waste the Rack The only reclamation that was glorious that day Was Gil who stormed the citadel and rescued poor dear Thay (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul Thay in gloom of dungeon hoped for nought but Ph’rasma’s grace He held his ground, made not a sound as tears fell down his face The Rack had wrought their cruel work and yet his lips were sealed All he cared to pray for was an end to his ordeal When a signifier’s shattered mask was tossed between the bars And Theo raised his eyes and hope rekindled in his heart A little short for a Hellknight, Theo said through tears of joy Though they were trapped within the citadel the righteous would destroy In a desperate race for freedom the heroes stumbled toward the gates Paladins and Hellknights laid the citadel to waste As knights closed round Gil stood his ground o’er Theo’s tortured form As in his breast the fires of Hell let loose in violent storm (from this crescendo the tempo slows, becomes soulful) When Theo felt the heat of Hell and raised his heavy head And saw that Gil had rescued him but damned himself instead With failing limbs he lifted up and braved the flames of Dis To wrestle Gil from the Devil’s grasp and free him… with True Love’s Kiss (Chorus) Gilly sharpen up your wits and fight that devil hard Cause Hell’s broke loose in Cheliax and the devil deals the cards And if you win you get the peace and freedom that you’re owed But if you lose the devil gets your soul

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Note: Modeled after “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band

#help i am neither a bard nor a poet (hiding behind my oc) #happy holidays!! #friends' ocs #pwotr pals #giliys #theo #theo & giliys #reading back through the breakup arc to prepare this was SO much fun #what a beautiful story ❤️ #i love these two dearly #and qweck who got a bit short changed i'm afraid sorry qweck #Spotify

[yourfavoritenightterror]

The night we threw a circle down on the rooftop of this hotel that we conveniently had access to via the window in our room, using Sharpies and paint pens. ‘Twas a glorious eve.

#astaroth #team no sleep #occult #magick #dark arts #up all night

[prolifeproliberty]

Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming

Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming

From tender stem hath sprung!

Of Jesse’s lineage coming,

As men of old have sung.

It came, a blossom bright,

Amid the cold of winter,

When half spent was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it,

The Rose I have in mind;

With Mary we behold it,

The virgin mother kind.

To show God’s love aright,

She bore to men a Savior,

When half spent was the night.

This Flow’r, whose fragrance tender

With sweetness fills the air,

Dispels with glorious splendor

The darkness everywhere.

True man, yet very God,

From sin and death He saves us,

And lightens every load.

#Advent #Christmas Eve #Lo How A Rose E’er Blooming #Youtube

[nothinghereisworking]

The Hunter and His King

Very much inspired by @ylieke and this glorious piece of art

Thank you! 💖

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Celegorm/Finrod Rated T (Full fic rated E now available on AO3) 500 words

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The steam of the bathhouse left a damp patina over everything in the anteroom.  However often it was cleaned and refreshed, there was no escaping it.  Celegorm found that rolling his towel tightly helped a little.

He had already changed into his robe when Finrod came in, and for all his grace and care Celegorm could not miss how he favored his right leg.

“Thou art wounded,” Celegorm said, noticing the deep slash in Finrod’s leg as he undressed.

“‘Twas mine own folly,” Finrod said, offering a soft laugh.  “An accident only; though I am afraid the hoes fared far worse.”  He pulled his tunic off and reached for the silk robe laying over the back of a chair.

Celegorm considered him for a moment before saying, “It is deep enough to be of concern.  I shall call the chirurgeon.”

“Nay, ‘tis not necessary,” Finrod pressed.  “I shall wash the wound anon, do not trouble thyself so.”

Celegorm looked thoroughly unconvinced by Finrod’s assurances, setting his jaw and furrowing his brow.  Finrod felt his resolution melt in the face of such concern. 

“If thou art so very vexed by it, I will relent to thy ministrations,” he said, settling himself into one of the plush cushioned chairs and lifting his leg teasingly.

Celegorm retrieved a jar of salve and some bandages from his pouch.  Finrod’s breath caught and his eyes widened when Celegorm knelt before him and rested a hand upon his ankle, the other supporting under his knee.  Finrod’s heart raced and his fingers dug into the cushion as Celegorm bent to press a kiss to his skin.

Celegorm silently gazed up at Finrod.  Seeing no challenge to his attentions, he leaned in again, trailing his tongue over the marred skin, his fingers caressing up his calf, sending shivers up Finrod’s spine.

Driven by instinct, Finrod reached out and rested his hand on Celegorm’s head, slowly caressing his fingers through his pale tresses.

What more might have followed, but for the sound of another approaching.  Finrod stiffened and started to pull away.  Celegorm held his leg firmly, spreading the salve over the wound as if that had been his only intention from the beginning.

His touch was so tender, even now, and soon Finrod’s leg was tended and wrapped.  Celegorm stood and put his items away as Finrod fussed slightly at the bandage.

“I thank thee,” he said, taking Celegorm’s offered hand as he rose to his feet.  “I am sure it shall heal swiftly now.”

Celegorm nodded, a slight tinge to his cheeks.  Finrod rested a hand on his forearm lightly and leaned in.  “Perhaps later thou might visit to ensure all is faring well, ‘ere I retire for bed.”

It was Celegorm’s turn to be surprised, and he let out a soft breath before bowing his head.

“As my king commands,” he breathed.

Finrod felt that shiver again, giving a coy smile before heading into the baths.  Celegorm huffed, no longer fit to take his robe off.

#author: cuarthol #celegorm #finrod #inspired #tolkien fanfiction

[twistedtummies2]

I HAVE RETURNED!

Ahoy there, comrades and knaves! As of last night, I have officially returned from my trip out of state. I'm going to attempt to continue commissions this week, starting on Wednesday. We shall see how things go.

During my trip, among other events, I saw the stage version of The Lion King (twas glorious), and I also got to see "Kung Fu Panda 4" in theaters. (It grieved me to see how empty the seats were.) Not sure what the general opinion of the movie is, but I think it's good. It's a bit different, in some ways, from the past three, and I personally think the first two films are still the best two of the bunch, but it's not a bad entry at all: the returning faces, even if a lot of them don't actually do a whole lot, are nice to see back in form. As for the new faces - most notably the main villain and our deuteragonist - they are fun and interesting additions. The animation is also still top notch.

Also, we get Tenacious D covering a Britney Spears song over the end credits. This is worth celebrating.

ANYWAY...like I said, I'll hopefully resume commission writing in a few days. I want to take this weekend and the early part of the week to try and finish a personal piece I've been working on, then I'll get back into comms, as well as a gift story for someone. If you're reading this, you know who you are.

Thank you for your patience, comrades and knaves alike.

#life update #random post #vacation #vacation over #comms #commissions #kung fu panda 4 #kfp4 #kfp #kung fu panda

[sirkent115]

The Thorn

The Thorn Why? A question that scrapes endlessly at my mind worst than the thorns that surround me Cry streams of tears that flow freely from my eyes since the hero's actions astounded me Die My only wish so I might escape the demons that hound me

Tension Blade in hand, I contemplate my final decision Apprehension Stays my trembling hands as a stray thought grabs my attention A vision Of the hero and I, hand and hand, prepared to make our ascension

Red Suddenly the colour explodes into life as a hundred roses bloom Dread Such a strong feeling before slowly fades into the gloom Led By the flowers' beauty I forget my thoughts of doom

Through the bramble a voice rings from above My thoughts are split, hatred and love

My Savior! My despair Even now tis for my safety he labours! Even now he wishes to end me in my lair I hope he'll forgive my previous behavior Well if that's the case I won't play fair

Why do you let your fear consume you? Because that "hero" will betray our trust again! You have no clue that's what he'll do! Did you forget our last bout's end? Twas his trust we betrayed And now he'll enact his retribution That doesn't mean he wishes to see us slayed! Pr- Prehaps he'll save us from our destitution… Face reality, and accept what's true No one… Will ever love me…

Silence The hero stands nary a foot away Sirens Enter my mind as he grabs my blade Violence Is the only thing I expect this day

However… tis not flesh he cuts but vines The walls 'round my heart begin to crumble Soon all that's left are angry red lines I try to stand but stumble He catches me in his arms We share a warm embrace Finally safe from harm I gaze upon his face His eyes are filled with a loving ambition Overcome with feelings, I lean in to kiss Then we're at the stairs, just as I envisioned The thorns blocking our path recede from our bliss And finally we make our glorious ascension

Above ground the beautiful stars capture me in their hold When suddenly the sky is swallowed by an abyss … And everything goes cold…

[empirearchives]

When Napoleon died in 1821, Alexander Pushkin memorialized him in a poem titled “Napoleon”:

The wondrous destiny is ended,

The mighty light is quench’d and dead;

In storm and darkness hath descended

Napoleon’s sun, so bright and dread.

The captive King hath burst his prison—

The petted child of Victory;

And for the Exile hath arisen

The dawning of Posterity.

O thon, of whose immortal story

Earth aye the memory shall keep,

Now, ‘neath the shadow of thy glory

Best, rest, amid the lonely deep!

A grave sublime …. nor nobler ever

Couldst thou have found …. for o’er thine urn

The Nations’ hate is quench’d for ever,

And Glory’s beacon-ray shall burn.

There was a time thine eagles tower’d

Resistless o’er the humbled world;

There was a time the empires cower’d

Before the bolt thy hand had hurl’d:

The standards, thy prond will obeying,

Flapp’d wrath and woe on every wind

A few short years, and thou wert laying

Thine iron yoke on human kind.

And France, on glories vain and hollow,

Had fixed her frenzy-glance of flame—

Forgot sublimer hopes, to follow

Thee, Conqueror, thee—her dazzling shame

Thy legions’ swords with blood were drunken—

All sank before thine echoing tread;

And Europe fell—for sleep was sunken,

The sleep of death—upon her head.

Thou mightst have judged us, but thou wouldst not!

What dimm’d thy reason’s piercing light,

That Russian hearts thou understoodst not,

From thine heroic spirit’s height?

Moscow’s immortal conflagration

Foreseeing not, thou deem’dst that we

Would kneel for peace, a conquer’d nation—

Thou knew’st the Russ …. too late for thee!

Up, Russia! Queen of hundred battles,

Remember now thine ancient right!

Blaze, Moscow!—Far shall shine thy light!

Lo! other times are dawning o’er us:

Be blotted out, our short disgrace!

Swell, Russia, swell the battle chorus!

War! is the watchword of our race

Lo! how the baffled leader seizeth,

With fetter’d hands, his Iron Crown—

A dread abyss his spirit freezeth!

Down, down he goes, to ruin down!

And Europe’s armaments are driven,

Like mist, along the blood-stain’d snow—

That snow shall melt ‘neath summer’s heaven.

With the last footstep of the foe.

Twas a wild storm of fear and wonder,

When Europe woke and burst her chain;

The accursed race, like scatter’d thunder,

After the tyrant fled amain.

And Nemesis a doom hath spoken,

The Mighty hears that doom with dread:

The wrongs thou’st done shall now be wroken,

Tyrant, upon thy guilty head!

Thou shalt redeem thy usurpation,

Thy long career of war and crime,

In exile’s eating desolation,

Beneath a far and stranger clime.

And oft the midnight sail shall wander

By that lone isle, thy prison-place,

And oft a stranger there shall ponder,

And o’er that stone a pardon trace,

Where mused the Exile, oft recalling

The well-known clang of sword and lance.

The yells, Night’s icy car appalling;

His own blue sky—the sky of France;

Where, in his loneliness forgetting

His broken sword, his ruin’d throne,

With bitter grief, with vain regretting.

On his fair Boy he mused alone.

But shame, and curses without number,

Upon that reptile head be laid,

Whose insults now shall vex the slumber

Of him—that sad discrowned shade!

No! for his trump the signal sounded,

Her glorious race when Russia ran;

His hand, ‘mid strife and battle, founded

Eternal liberty for man!

Edinburgh Magazine, 1845, July issue

#Alexander Pushkin #Pushkin #Napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #napoleonic #napoleonic era #first french empire #french empire #frev #french revolution #19th century #france #history #Russia #Russian lit #Romanticism #Romantic #romantic era #poem #poetry

[djs-sideblog-for-pog-trains]

hey hey! just wondering if you had any other cool ship headcanons (or qpr headcanons oooo so fun (i myself am aroace so i find it fascinating) that you wanted to talk about (poly/qpr 156 enjoyer anon here! I loved your extra talking about it, twas glorious!) I just like hearing your thoughts!! They are most intriguing to me! Have a great day!

Hello!!! God, pleased you like my silly little rambles, especially about The Worst Polycule Ever (Affectionate).

When it comes to shipping i usually see Thomas as mega aro so i don't usually ship him. But him and James is too funny (and theu have the long standing dynamic godbless).

I think that Thomas/Bertie is aro4aro. They are a qpr and their love language is competition. People assume their constant challenges to each other is like, >:/ flavoured but in reality it's 🥰 flavoured.

I had once said a couple years ago and then rediscovered recently an ask about Duck i had answered where I had alluded to Duck/Percy qpr in the tags and i think i'm so right for that. They are hardworking4hardworking, green4green, takenoshit4takenoshit. Percy saw him be brought into the yard and went thank god a normal person and Duck saw him and went you're the only bitch here I respect. Guess I'll imprint on you.

Percy/James is peak qpr as well. I can't articulate my thoughts on it much better than hou've already seen but like they just hang out man

And like. I've really tried to get into Thomas/Percy as romantic but Thomas is too aro in my brain. Thomas may have been Percy's first crush but it was never reciprocated ans then he discovered himself n his identity more. They're qpps to me. Arospec4arospec. Percy started talking about how weird Romance was and Thomas went ugh yeah fr also hey you know there's a word for that and Percy went ☆.☆ Oh. (Tm)

So if Thomas/James does happen (and that Is romantic to me) thomas Would tell James to ask Percy first lmao. And theyre messy and codependent like that.

#ttte #dj got asked #idk if i should character tag #ttte shipping #ttte headcanons #thank uou for asking this was fun to actually condense my thoughts #and helped pass the time before i have to go to the doctor