Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom
occasionally subtle
Not today Justin

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
noise dept.

No title available
sheepfilms

JBB: An Artblog!
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art

izzy's playlists!
Jules of Nature

No title available
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from France
seen from Maldives

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Hong Kong SAR China
@feshnie
IT'S OCTOBER 3RD
You're still in the ArSen fandom?! I've always been a fan of your art! (on anon bc I'm shy and don't wanna scare you either hhhh)
I'm not particularly active but I do still love Arslan Senki so much ^^ Thank you for enjoying my art! I really appreciate that <3
“You’re going to do what now!?”An AU Sitcom of Arslan Senki
This is in relation to this http://heroiclegendofcinnamonroll.tumblr.com/tagged/sitcom+AU created and thought up by @heroiclegendofcinnamonroll I thought I’d try a crack at it as my first story here on this blog. x3 Though I won’t be doing the entire thing in one post. I’m likely going to do multiple episode posts of it (whenever the mood strikes me to write about it). I really hope you like it, Cinnamon Roll. :3
(Just a btw, I spell Hermes’ name as Hilmes since Hilmes is the official spelling as stated by the Kodansha Comics.)
Chapter 1 - “Remind me why we’re friends again?” It was late night when Hilmes finally arrived at his childhood friend’s apartment doorstep. A cooing child was under one of his arms, more than happy to be with his cousin though he was held at an awkward angle. Hilmes didn’t even realize he was holding this… thing wrong. He attempted at renting a room at a hotel earlier but he had the misfortune of misplacing his wallet and was too proud to go back home after having stormed out with the child he now had under his arm. Why? Because he had also been too prideful of a fool to realize the challenge his father had placed upon him with this kid. It’s been just six hours and he was already a handful! He took the stairs two at a time to get to Daryun’s door up on the fourth floor of his apartment building. He placed the toddler down who looked around curiously but kept to his cousin’s side because of how dark and scary the hallway was. Hilmes searched frantically for his friend’s key. He had tried to arrive before he knew the man would be asleep but alas, he had spent too much time looking for his wallet earlier and then having to call Bahman to bring it to him the next morning. Next best place to crash and maybe even get information? His childhood friend’s apartment place.
Aha! There was the key. He took it out from the soil of a potted plant outside the doorway and smirked victoriously before finally unlocking the door and opening it up, ushering the toddler inside before closing the door behind him. He then picked up the child under his armpits and hefted him up before moving over to Daryun’s room. “Daryun! Daryun, are you awake?!” Hilmes called out.
Daryun was actually just about to go to sleep in order to be ready and wide awake for classes the next morning when he’d heard the lock click on his front door. An eye twitched before he sat up and picked up a baseball bat, moving over to his bedroom door. It didn’t take long for him to figure out just who entered his apartment though because soon after the door clicked closed, a familiar but irritating voice broke out, making him twitch an eyebrow again before placing the bat down and moving out of his room, running into the frantic Hilmes as they slammed their foreheads together. “OW! Hilmes! What the hell is the rush at this late hour!?” Daryun growled, grimacing and holding his forehead, Hilmes, too preoccupied with thoughts to even notice his own pain, held up the child he’d brought with him (though it helped he wore his mask, too). “How do I raise this thing?!” he exasperatedly asked, making Daryun look in surprise at the child. “What?” he asked, completely baffled as the child giggled at Daryun. “You’s big!” he cooed and clapped his hands, making Daryun’s eyes widen. “Why in the world do you have a child with you!? And put him down, don’t hold him like that!” Daryun finally said after regaining his thoughts, snatching the child away from him and placing him down on the couch as he moved to turn a light on.
“His name’s Arslan and it doesn’t matter what he’s doing with me right now. I just need a place to crash,” Hilmes replied with, making Daryun look at him with a glare as he moved over to the kitchen to make some coffee and get some juice for the toddler. “Oh no, no you don’t! You’re not dumping this kid on me, Hilmes,” he replied with, preparing the coffee and pouring a cup of fruit juice for Arslan. “I’m not dumping him on you, Daryun! I just… I just need a place to crash, that’s all!” Hilmes hmphed, too proud to admit he needed help.
Daryun walked over to Arslan as Hilmes sat down beside his cousin, giving the drink to Arslan who happily sipped at the big mug. “I’m not letting you stay here, Hilmes. Go rent a hotel room or something. You’ve got the money for it,” he replied, sitting down on an opposite chair’s arm as he waited for the coffee to brew.
Hilmes gave a scowl, glancing away and around before seeming to get a mischievous idea as he looked at Arslan. After all, his friend would never turn down such an innocent child. Daryun eyed Hilmes, not liking the look on his face and most especially not liking it when he leaned to Arslan and whispered to him.
“Hey, Arslan… my friend Daryun wants to throw us out on the street. Are you going to let him be such a big meanie?” Hilmes whispered to his little cousin, sounding sad to him as Arslan went wide-eyed with fright at Hilmes before looking over at Daryun with little tears in his eyes. “Please don’t throw us out, Mr. Daryun! It’s cold and dark outside and really scary!” Arslan whined unhappily, the tears in his eyes becoming more prominent. He didn’t want to think of being out there again! Daryun flinched when Arslan suddenly looked at him the way he did, making him grimace as the kid began to tear up. The fright and sadness that accompanied it tugged at the big man’s heartstrings and an eyebrow twitched. “No, no! Of course not! I wouldn’t think of such a thing. Really… stay as long as you like,” Daryun quickly replied with, not wanting the kid to cry as Arslan immediately smiled happily. “Thank you, Mr. Daryun!” he hummed brightly, wiping his tears away and sipping his juice again.
Daryun then gave a death glare at Hilmes who was, again, smirking in triumph. “Fine, Hilmes…. but you are totally owing me after all this is said and done,” he told the man as Hilmes just shrugged, happy to have his victory.
I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.
And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:
The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)
This story really spoke to me.
I've been shying away from making anything based on the attempted genocide happening right now.
But I like this story.
artwork by palestinian artist sliman mansour, inspired by this phenomenon. 1980s cover for al-awda magazine
couldn’t ask a question in the actualy thing so here
do you ever take arslan senki art requests? if not no worries and i LOVE ALL THE DARYUNS you draw
Thank you for the submission on this blog and I swear I have asks turned on but when I checked my jove message box all my messages are gone?? so I dunno what’s up with that. I have taken arslan senki art requests though I don’t do much requests now but sure let me know what you want, I’ll doodle something for you.
this was my full piece for the fma anthology my friend organized!!! i’m so happy i was given the opportunity to be a part of this amazing book…..i fucking love greedling
this is also on my shop as a print but i’m out traveling for a while so my shop is currently closed….!
👩🎨📚🚊
A repaint of my older work, Wisteria Coils (the original is further down the thread)
FMA 💖
it’s been long enough i’m making an executive decision that we all need to go reread the tgi fridays infinite mozzarella sticks article
still just as good as i remember it
326 - leo is so stubborn he would run into a brick wall repeatedly if he thought he could break it
obsessed with the fact humans successfully made computers to do math so now we are making computers worse at math
:(
That sign can’t stop him because he can’t read
kissing you on the forehead
with tongue?
with tongue. 🥰
Oh gawd every time you think it's over it gers BETTER
🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻 🙌🏻