#tcats arts

[teencopandthesourwolf]

c'mere

[skyshoujo]

This is all of the art I’ve done for TCATS so far;;; idk why my art suddenly takes a trip to the shitter the moment I start drawing from memory but,,, aha,,, I’ll have to try again soon lol

[shayromi]

“Watson will run to her love whevener he shows up, and sherlock will temporary lose his assistant” quote from this post :DD 

Detectivetale by @the-triangle-cat

[glitterberry-shannon]

I’m sorry I’m never that active on this tumblr! I forgot I had this account and made another one for my personal blog, and since they are on two different accounts I forget to log into this one! Sorry! But have a catch up of my art- which isn’t much!!

[connoisseur-of-thundera]

@raphaelzxc hi! I just want to say that I received your request. I'll get right into it by morning :)

[ms-loki-loves-nikki]

复健 疫情在老家待了三月才回来 画个可爱的女儿。

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By:  -Tcat-

※ Art is posted with permission from the original artist. Please support them and do not re-post without permission.

[freecocaino]

Quick flick of the Horizon single cover I'm working on for @tc4t - I've also been working on covers for 2 other singles and the cover for his upcoming EP Tranquility . . . . . #illustration #typography #lettering #graphic #graphicdesign #design #art #artwork #photoshop #adobe #photomanipulation #music #house #tropicalhouse #tcat #tranquility #Horizon #Decipher #LastAwake #albumcover

[thundersolstice]

Former Thundercats (2011) art director Dan Norton reveals what the creative team had planned for the rest of the short-lived series.

This is must-hear info for all TCats 2011 fans! Personally, I love Bengali as Tygra’s son, and I’ve shipped Lion-O/Kit from the start, so I’m pretty happy about this. But also unhappy that I’ll never get to see it. *Sigh*...

The second season would have been amazing. T_T

[dpkcharacterc]

Tyrian and TCat: Chapter 1 – Beginnings that are not humble at all:

Tyrian awoke that day like any other, rolling over in his bed and seeing the huge guard dogs lining his room. The young dragon kin collects himself, pulling on his very expensive clothes, and standing from his bed. Tyrian stood 5 foot tall in his teenage years, a bright bronze colour to his scales. Across the room another life is coming back to consciousness not stood to attention with the other guard dogs. The panther pup, not quite used to his duties yet decided to have a lie in. “Sleep well Thundercat?” Tyrian said aloud to the small panther pup, TC in response shakes his head and lies back into his comfy spot. Speaking to the room Tyrian says, “lets get going then guys, my parents are no doubt waiting again”. At his command the guard dogs begin to filter out of the room and continue down the hallways with Tyrian in tow. Walking past the many portraits of dragon kin just like him, Tyrian can’t help but lament his predicament. As the son of a prolific bronze dragon kin he is to take over the family soon. He and his sister are the heirs to the lone pure blood bronze dragon kin in Neverwinter and as a first born it lands on him. Tyrian approaches the door at the end of the hallway pushing through into the grandiose room filled with a long table able to seat 20+ people. The whole room feeling completely unnecessary for the process of eating. At one end is his mother and father, the other his sister and without a thought he sits in the centre as far from everyone as possible. “You finally decided to join us then” snapped his mother, bitter towards him as she always was. “Yes mother, The dogs wanted some extra sleep and who am I to stop them”. “Their master, Tyrian”, said his mother dryly, Tyrian did not agree with this assertion. While the animals never directly spoke to him, he could talk to them and they did not feel like his servants. They were his friends, “Mother they are my friends and family, not my servants”. Tyrians whole family recoiled at the idea and tried to continue their previous conversation to avoid dealing with the topic. “So Darla I hear that your fencing lessons have been progressing nicely, you will be a champion swordsmen like your father in no time”, said Tyrians mother. “Yes, Mother” Darla replied, “that’s because I practice instead of flinging small pieces of wood with a glorified piece of string”. This was a bold face dig at Tyrian and his recently discovered love of archery. It was not common for royalty in Neverwinter to hunt, as such sword play was the expected path. ”Oh Tyrian you haven’t started the hunting nonsense again have you?” Chastised his mother. “Yes I have and I will continue, it is what I was born to do”, replied Tyrian. “Tyrian you were born to lead, you were born to learn of your roots and this countries past, and to learn the art of sword fighting. You were not born to shoot a bow, hunt and make friends with the help” Shouted his mother. The room fell silent, the help stood still, Tyrian, his mother, farther and sister all stared at each other for seconds before Darla broke the silence with a single sentence that changed their lives forever. “If you are so out of place in this family why do you continue to be a part of it”. Tyrian tried to think of the reason his sister had asked for but was remiss to think of one. “You may be right sister”, said Tyrian, “But where else would I go without you all”. With head held low and a sadness filling the air Tyrian returned to his room and lay on his bed returning to a sleep in which he isn’t surrounded by reminders of his incomitance.

The sleep Tyrian experiences is anything but restful, the events of his short life rolling through his mind. At the young age of 3 he was beginning to come into his adulthood, no knowledge in his head, no skills of royal merit, nothing but his friendship with his guard animals. He must really be a burden to his parents. With all of this rolling through his mind, he begins to roll over and then again and again, until snapping awake he realises he is no longer in his bed. The wet grass floor underneath him, the mud of the hill he just rolled down across his body. Standing up straight and looking around he sees the faint glimmer of a magical portal at the top of the hill with his father’s face in view. “Never return Tyrian, you…. We are better without your presence in this family” his father said with a sadness to his voice as the portal closed in front of Tyrians eyes. So much had just occurred, he struggled to comprehend the ramifications of it. Looking around he sees a backpack with his favourite bow attached. Clearly his father packed him something to at least put off his death. Watching the bag sit there, Tyrian is sure he sees it move, then again. “Hello” Tyrian says aloud, not even sure why he is saying it himself. At the word the moving stops and from the top of the bag a small black head pops out, looking into the eyes of the panther pup that was sat in his pack he swears in his head he hears a quiet voice say “I wouldn’t let you go alone”. Staring into the eyes of thundercat, stood in the forest, Tyrian collects his things ready to finally live a life he is in control of.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

liplock

[sarajmgerber]

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Are you familiar with the medical procedure “HC TCAT IV STENT CRV CRTD ART EMBOLIC PROTECJ”?

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[skyshoujo]

[hiworldhereicome-blog]

Meinen Wecker stellte ich ziemlich zeitig, kam erstaunend gut aus dem Bett und ging gegen 8.30 Uhr in die Hotellobby, wo es täglich von 7.30 bis 09.30 Uhr ein Frühstücksbuffett gab. Das bestand aus einer Eierspeise, einem Fleischgericht, Toastbrot, kleinen Gebäckteilen, Krautsalat und einer milchigen Suppe (?), außerdem gab es Kaffee, Tee, Milch und Orangensaft. Das Frühstück machte satt und da Papa erst um 12.30 landete, hatte ich noch genug Zeit um unnötig im Hotelzimmer herumzusitzen und nichts mit mir anzufangen zu wissen. Gegen 11.30 verlief ich mich einmal um den Block und ging ich in den Supermarkt 7/11 gleich um die Ecke, sah mir an was Japaner so in ihren Supermärkten haben und kaufte mir ein japanisches Ladekabel, bevor ich mir am TCAT, einem Busbahnhof gleich daneben ein Ticket für den Aiport Haneda kaufte, dem anderen Flughafen Tokyos, an dem Papa landen würde. Die Fahrt in der sogenannten 'Airport Limousine' dauerte circa eine halbe Stunde und kostete 830 Yen (8.30 Euro ). Es war ein moderner, kaum gefüllter Reisebus mit sehr nettem Personal, der auf einem Highway durch Industriegebiete fuhr und mir einen ersten Eindruck von Tokyo gab: Unüberschaubar riesig. Gegen 13.00 Uhr war ich dann in der Wartelhalle des Internationalen Terminals und wartete ungeduldig meinen Paps nach einem halben Jahr wieder zu sehn. Und dann kam er auch schon um die Ecke mit seinem grünen Trollibackpack und einem orangenen Rucksack, sich freudig nach mir umsehend. Jemanden von Zuhause war emotionaler als ich es von mir erwartet hatte und in dem Moment als ich ihn die Arme schloss merkte ich, was ich vermisst hatte. Auf dem Weg zurück zum Hotel hatten wir uns viel zu erzählen und konnten beide nicht aufhören zu grinsen. Im Hotel angekommen sprang er nur schnell unter die Dusche und legte sein Zeug ab und dann ging es auch schon los, Tokyo erleben. Erstmal ohne richtig Plan liefen wir einfach drauf los, richtung Norden, orientierten uns irgendwann an einem Bahndamm und folgten einer Straße parallel davon. Es ging durch einen Markt voll Streetfood, Souveniershops und kleinen Kleidungsständen, den wir danach nie wieder fanden und ich bereue nicht genauer betrachtet zu haben. Nach einigen Kilometern Fußmarsch kamen wir nach Akihabara, dem Technikviertel Tokios mit großen Technikstores, bunten Leuchtreklametafeln, lauten Spielhallen, kitschigen Münzautomaten und Mangagirls am Straßenrand, die versuchten, den vorbeikommenden Menschenmassen Flyer aufzudrücken. Akihabara repräsentierte eigentlich alles, was ich mir unter Tokyo vorgestellt hatte: laut, bunt und verrückt. Ein Schild erregte meine Aufmerksamkeit besonders: ein 'Cat café' im vierten Stock, das wir nach kurzem Überlegen mit dem Aufzug erreichten. Sogleich wurden uns an der Rezeption nackte Zahlen an den Kopf geworfen: pro Person und pro zehn Minuten 200 Yen plus Steuern, minimum Aufenthalt sei jedoch 30 Minuten. Das wären 9 Euro für jeden und weil ich das gerne sehen wollte, da Katzen mir echt abgingen, nahmen wir den Preis in Kauf. Durch eine Schiebetür ging es in eine Art Wohnzimmer mit einigen Sitzmöglichkeiten und Tischen und etwa 10 Langhaarkatzen, die wirklich süß waren. Doch leider merkte man, dass die Tiere ziemlich verstört waren und irgendwie tat mir die Situation der Katzen mehr leid als dass ich es genießen konnte. Wir blieben keine halbe Stunde und waren kurz darauf wieder unterwegs und ließen das verrückte Viertel hinter uns. Persönlich war diese Seite Tokyos nicht wirklich meins, das bunte Treiben in Akihabara aber zu 100% sehenswert. Es ging weiter und wir kamen an einen kleinen Park mit See und den ersten Schrein, den wir in Japan sahen. Der zweite Schrein nicht weit vom Ersten entfernt war sogar noch beeindruckender und wir beide kamen aus dem Staunen gar nicht mehr raus vor lauter Reizüberflutung der fremden Stadt. Es war bereits Abend als uns der Hunger traf und da wir beide Lust auf etwas typisch Japanisches hatten, als unser erstes Abendessen, entschieden wir uns für Sushi. Doch nachdem wir auf dem Weg zurück an keinem einzigen Sushilokal vorbeikamen und der Hunger immer größer wurde, entschieden wir uns nach etwa einer Stunde Suchen für das nächste Lokal, das uns über den Weg lief, welches in unserem Fall eine kleine Bar war, die vor allem mit kleinen Fleischspießen warb. Mit Händen und Füßen bestellten wir frei was uns auf den Nachbarstellern ansprach aund wurden nicht enttäuscht. Die Süßkartoffeln und Spießchen waren sehr lecker und auch die Flasche Wein, die gar nicht auf der Karte stand, aber der Koch im Kühlschrank für uns fand, war gut. Später am Abend machten wir uns dann ziemlich beschwippst auf den Heimweg und fielen ziemlich schnell ins Bett. Schön, dass Papa hier war!

[teencopandthesourwolf]

happy birthday, lil’red.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

oh, my heart (no rest tonight) [x]

[teencopandthesourwolf]

if you go down to the woods today tonight

[redraw]