Soullugia11 - Secretly A Velociraptor

I’ve never heard of this story until now, but I like this version 10x better. This speaks to me on so many levels and it’s wonderfully illustrated!

We had to write a Mini Comic for my Illustration Class so I did mine based on The Frog and The Scorpion. Hopefully you all know the story! 

But if you don’t know the story… In the original the scorpion stings the frog in the middle of the river. When the frog asks “why” the scorpion says “it’s in my nature” and they both die. I like my ending more.

Done with watercolor and pen and ink nib.

put in the tags.. your comfort movie, the show that you never get tired of and the celebrity you want to hug the most ✨

ooh more prompts! How about speechless for the disaster trio?

yes, haha!!! thanks for the proompt!! // from these prompts 

speechless: ahsoka can’t talk because of a sore throat

Anakin knew that Ahsoka was miserable, although he wasn’t sure what she was more miserable about—the fact that she had a sore throat, or the fact that she had a sore throat and was still at this stupid party with kids who were Ahsoka’s age and unable to make any real conversation.

That was harsh, Anakin thought, annoyed. To have them both be here when Ahsoka could hardly say two words together without her face twisting or needing to drink water. And it wasn’t exactly easy for Anakin either—he hated the silence that stretched between them, one that was only punctured by Ahsoka’s occasional cough or a yes/no question.

“You holding up okay?” Anakin asked now.

Ahsoka looked at Anakin, her lips pressed together as though to say, what do you think?

“I don’t think she liked that question,” Obi-Wan said. He had returned with drinks—well, tea. Ahsoka took it with a halfhearted smile.

“I know, I know,” Anakin said. “Figured it was worth a shot.”

“Seems like a terrible shot,” Obi-Wan commented.

Ahsoka nodded.

A few kids passed them, one of them a girl who turned once to Ahsoka. Anakin noted the girl’s shy smile before she joined her friends. When Anakin looked at Ahsoka, she was pointedly staring up at the ceiling. Anakin looked over to Obi-Wan, who he noticed had been watching too. They locked eyes for a moment, and Anakin wondered what Obi-Wan would say—but Obi-Wan just looked at his drink.

“You know,” Anakin said after a few moments, “you don’t really have a lot of opportunities to meet other people your age.”

“I—” Ahsoka started, her voice cracking. She turned away, coughed. She glared at Anakin.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said.

“Sorry,” Anakin said, looking between his former master and apprentice. “I didn’t know you’d try to defend yourself.”

When Ahsoka kept glaring, Anakin smiled. “Listen—what I mean is, you don’t have a whole ton of opportunities to meet other people your age and have fun.” He pointed to himself. “Now, me? I’m plenty fun—”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

“—but I have a feeling that you might need other friends,” Anakin said.

Ahsoka looked at him. She pressed her lips together again. Then opened her mouth, ready to say something, and then closed her mouth.

She walked away, and Anakin blinked. He turned to Obi-Wan. “Was that offensive?”

“Not particularly, but she might just be trying to avoid conversation,” Obi-Wan said, sipping his drink.

“Very funny.”

But no, Ahsoka was just tapping a waiter’s shoulder. She held her hand out, and after a few gestures, the waiter passed Ahsoka a notepad.

Anakin smiled to himself. Of course she would figure it out.

Ahsoka marched right back, already scribbling something on the notepad. She turned it to Anakin, and in her scrawling handwriting, Anakin read: AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

“I have friends,” Anakin said easily.

Ahsoka frowned, then scribbled something else on her notebook. She turned it back around to Anakin: OBI-WAN’S OLDER THAN YOU

“Hm,” was Obi-Wan’s only comment.

“Rex and I are around the same age,” Anakin replied.

FAIR, BUT THAT’S ONLY ONE. YOU SAID FRIENDS, PLURAL.

“I thought we were talking about you, not me,” Anakin said. He plucked the notepad out of Ahsoka’s hand, ripped out the first few written pages. He passed it back to Ahsoka. “And anyways, it seems like you’ve figured it out—go…talk to someone. Write to someone.”

Ahsoka blinked. She started to write something down, but Anakin shook his head.

“Go,” he said, shoving Ahsoka lightly. “Pretty sure that girl’s dying for some conversation right now.”

Ahsoka’s cheeks deepened in color. She looked at Anakin, already opening her mouth again, closed it. She looked at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin looked at him in surprise, but his former master was smiling at Ahsoka. Okay, then.

Anakin cleared his throat, turned back around to Ahsoka.

“That’s an order, Snips,” he said. “Go make friends. I swear I won’t get lonely.”

Ahsoka hesitated. Then, with a small smile, she turned around and walked away.

Anakin smiled a little after her. She’d be better than him with the whole people thing, he knew. As he watched Ahsoka talk—well, write—to the girl (and the girl, to Anakin’s relief, only smiled and spoke back), he figured that would be a good thing.

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You have indeed felt a great loss, but love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. Their love for you has not left this world. It is still inside of your heart, and is reborn in the form of new love.

Rockman: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Netto: Well, that would suck, because you can't microwave metal

Meiru: Good morning to everyone except these two people

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

So how is it that second-hand embarrassment is the single most powerful and weakening emotion one can feel from media?

Tragedy? Delicious.

A hard-earned happy ending? Wonderful.

A convoluted narrative? Keeps you glued.

Simple slice of life? It’s entertaining.

Second-hand embarrassment? Hang on, g, I gotta pause this for fifteen minutes, no, I cannot continue watching this right now, I am just not strong enough.

a reminder for some of you <3 u should rb this even if u arent bi !!

I love this little masked baby so much.

So of course I just HAD to draw some sad shit to go with my love for the game!

Have a nice night y'all!