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It feels right.
#maxley#a goofy movie#an extremely goofy movie#bradley uppercrust iii#max goof#roxanne rover#Stacy#idk what her friends last name was#Roxanne x Stacy#Also don’t know their ship name
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came to me in a dream
#logan howlett#wolverine#jean grey#scott summers#cyclops#ororo munroe#storm#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#logurt#scogan#why does he have no ship names with girls idk#wolverine x storm#i’m clinically fucking stupid#tags make me feel cringe#also this took me like 10 minutes cause i had to meticulously crop all the images#x men#wait i lied#rolo#i still don’t know jeans#wolverjean#is that it#lojean#something like that#wolvergirl
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Redraw of a DTIYS entry I did for @greasby on insta forever ago hai haiaiis
why is there so much awkward space with this croppifn i’m too lazy to fix zzz
photo for reference (the whole dtiys was just to find a vintage queer photo n redraw it as a tf2 ship :•3 WAS FUN ASF)
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 fanart#tf2 spy#tf2 sniper#scout ma#sniperspy#idk if there’s really any ship names or stuff for all three of these boogers but if there is lmk#also i’m glad u folk like my recent ship art n such beeggfh#but i wanna make sure you all know i don’t want that 2 be the main focus from my acc#i don’t really have much to post rn or at least anythang finish CURSES#uhhsg make to tf2 tags idk#team fortress 2 fanart#uhhgsg whatelse#bloody suit#????? IDK#whateevag these guys are WHATEVER should draw engiespy or smtn one day#Haiiiiii michaelll :•3#squinkoblinko
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big fan of your noel and oscar designs!!! also that one panel in the blindfaith art waough,,, now im wondering noels reaction 👁 👁
I was gonna reply to this with “I don’t think I can post that without getting banned” but alas,,, everything after this tho stays in my head sorry
#ALSO THANK YOU !!!#this one goes out to the Noel enjoyers I see you#John’s freaking out rn btw he’s like ARTHUR I CALL FIRST DIBS HAND HIM OVER#malevolent#malevolent fanart#arthur lester#john malevolent#detective noel#noel malevolent#oscar malevolent#i am embarrassed about having drawn this btw just so we’re clear#don’t really know their ship name so I’m#tagging these four as#arthur lester and his three boyfriends
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)
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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)
(Masterlist here)
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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.
Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.
And so, that led Dr. Crane here.
He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.
(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)
Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.
Danny needed ectoplasm.
Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.
The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.
Dr. Crane is not afraid.
He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.
(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)
Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.
(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)
He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.
The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.
As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.
He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.
Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.
He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.
Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.
Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.
Right.
Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.
Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.
The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.
Hopefully this time he got the timing right.
Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.
He thinks of the letter.
Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.
Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.
Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.
Scarecrow did what he had to.
He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.
However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.
Jonathan is no longer shaking.
He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.
With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.
Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.
When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.
Success.
Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.
And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.
At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.
Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.
He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.
“Is that..?”
“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”
Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.
Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.
Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?
And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.
“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?
The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.
Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.
Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.
Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.
He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.
It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.
And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.
“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”
Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.
Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.
“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.
“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”
Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.
“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.
“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”
“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”
Edward gasps dramatically.
“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”
“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”
“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”
“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”
Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.
“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”
“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”
“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”
Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.
“Eddie.”
Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.
“A heart!”
“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”
“Eddie, stop.”
“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”
“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.
“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”
“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”
“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”
“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.
Danny’s jaw drops.
“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.
“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”
“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”
Danny chokes on air.
“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”
Edward pales.
“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.
“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”
With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.
And, as per usual, that silence does not last.
“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”
Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.
“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”
“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”
Jonathan groans.
“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”
“Come on, please?”
“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”
Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.
The rest of the day is relatively normal.
Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.
It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.
Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.
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Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.
The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.
He sends a quick message to Red Hood.
Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp fic#liminal scarecrow#Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare#HDJFNDNDNFKDJF#I am the master of emotional whiplash#rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house#never gonna happen king 🫡#oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore#and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience#and also most of the JL#and some of JL dark#btw Eddie and Jon are besties#they’re both awful but they make it work#when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin#Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane#Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’#also side note I’m not doing any ships in this#because I don’t want to#they are just Like That#if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine#also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO
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some mp100 doodles from the last couple days
#doctorsiren#mob psycho 100#shigeo kageyama#reigen arataka#sakurai yusuke#koyama megumu#mp100 fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#doodle page#the first one is a few of the outfits from various official arts#same with the second#THEY KEEP GIVING REIGEN GLASSES IN OFFICIAL ART#i know of at least THREE different ones where he wears 3 different styles of glasses#which has lead me to believe that he either needs glasses or already has contacts (i believe he has contacts already)#i think the world needs more glasses reigen#also during my rewatch of mp100 that I’m doing bc I’m showing it to my older brother#i realized that a silly ship could be Reigen and Sakurai#I mean the ship name is RIGHT there with sakurei /silly#they would get on each others nerves so much it would be funny#but in the end Sakurai has Koyama so 😁😁😁#also yeah Sakurai looks like Gregory Edgeworth and he would be a Steel Samurai fan 😁 sorry I don’t make the rules
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based off that one image. yall know the one
#splatoon#splatoon 3#side order#splatoon side order#my art#art#captain 3#agent 3#agent 8#dedf1sh#pearl#marina#is there a name for this ship???#idk yet but it fucks#i simultaneously put too much effort into this but also not enough#don’t expect anything from me ever again#when i finish side order this is the first thing i draw#whatever#*vanishes#oh yeah disclaimer: yes i know dedf1sh is nonbiney but as a they/them girlfriend i have no problem using that term#its also funnier than saying 'why do you get two partners' u feel?#gotta choose my words wisely for peak comedy
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Jon and Martin phone charms anyone?
#my art <3#the magnus archives#the magnus archive fanart#tma#martin blackwood#jonathan sims#I don’t know the ship name yet!!!#also I don’t know if I should make Sasha and Tim ones as well#maybe a Elias one too??#I’m only on season 3
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doodles for event for books 1 and 2
the stitch event is pretty fun!! haven’t gotten thru all of Chapter three because i haven’t had the time, but i’m doodlin here and there. didn’t draw him, but aceyuu goes crazy here personally, i hope any and all players (espc yumes w event chars) are enjoying their times in the beach episode tm!!!
Stitch Event Doodles: Part 2 | Part 3 | Outfit Ref
Taglist (ask to be added!): @kathxrat-01 @distant-velleity @scint1llat3 @elenauaurs @boopshoops
#skribleedoodlz#twst stuff#twst kiyuu#twst grim#twst jack#lost in the book with stitch#ALSO!! trying out a doodling style!! i rlly like it bc its quick and easy!!!#beach episode#my beloved#also i rlly like jack’s hair in the event btw#i think he looks super cute#even if the clothes patterns are kinda a pain#azurido in the event is so silly!!#and florid#and uhhhh#azufloyd idk i’m not as familiar w that ship#so i don’t know what the proper ship name is#sorry i just love dynamics b/tw characters#twst#twisted wonderland#twst event#jack howl
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wanted to practice my john and arthur designs but my stupid apple pencil broke so I had to resort to doing fanart on paper like some kind of fucking neanderthal
#I actually love these tho#I’m OBSESSED with the lil blob john he’s so fucking cute oh my god#I love him#also I’m not used to posting traditional work so sorry if the quality kinda sucks#malevolent#arthur lester#john doe#I still don’t know what their common ship name is pls. tell me#art#my art#doodles#jarthur
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Okay guys I redrew it Fairy Doodle 2.0 can you please stop liking and reblogging the old one now ;-; like I refuse to delete any of my old art on here but that didn’t mean it’s nice to remind me of its existence
On a slightly separate note though like. 3 years of improvement huh? Kind of a noticeable shift! Kind of exciting!
#did sort of a mashup of their book/movie designs but more movie then book because those are actually the peak of character designs#I also just did whatever I felt like because I felt like it#anyway fairies aside (sort of) Just got echoes of wisdom yesterday and it continues to be kind of mindblowing how tailor made it is for Me#specifically. they did this for Me… so anyway. get ready I guess kskskjd#tinkerbell#tinker bell#vidia#vidiabell#vidibell#tinkervid#tinkidia#it’s been just over 3 years and I still don’t know their ship name#vidia x tinkerbell#tinkerbell x vidia#watch it be something like craftywinds or something ksjkdsjd#pixie hollow fairies#disney fairies#cosmic creations#*MORE BOOK THEN MOVIE HOW DID I MESS THAT UP
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Ive come to realize my favourite ships are those where one is feral and the other one is a softie and they both love each other a ridiculous amount but don’t piss of softie cus than he’s scarier than feral
#patrochilles#destiel#victuuri#asheiji#gallavich#spirk#caskett#wesangela#elu#evak#also sorry with 1 or two I love ‘em but I don’t know the ship name :(#jedtavius#firstprince#im gonna keep adding ships to this
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#pikmin#art#moss pikmin#dingo pikmin#yonny pikmin#not tagging the ship bc I don’t really ship them that much lmao#and also I just don’t know the name of the ship
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people are reading too much into kenjakus appearance this chapter and should instead be considering it as takaken being canon
#it’s a gag. comedy partners for life!#(aka Kenjakus not actually back but also yes but no. takabas a silly guy with silly powers)#jjk spoilers#jjk 270#Kenjaku#takaba fumihiko#I think takaken is the ship name idk. this is a semi joking post#still waiting until the last chapter to talk about the end of jjk but I’m mostly lukewarm on it#kind of generic and disappointing in certain areas but mostly Eh#some moments are nice#*also i don’t even know if Takaba conjured up a partner or that’s just some person but. doesn’t matter#what does matter is the comedy duo of all time lives on in spirit#so good for Takaba having a happy ending
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also what was UP with Mumbo being everybody’s best friend or bodyguard or butler or whatever in this season. Why does the secretkeeper want him in servitude to someone so bad 🤨
#SJSB SORRIE#suggestive#Mumbo jumbo#secret life#hermitshipping#I wasn’t here when those episodes came out were you guys normal about it? I haven’t seen any posts#grumbo#redscape#I’d tag Mumbo x Etho but I don’t know the ship name and also this is a mumscarian account and that’d feel blasphemous I think
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Mirage: Did... Noah just tell me that he loved me for the first time?
Kris, nodding: Yeah, he did.
Mirage: And did I just do finger guns back?
Kris, nodding: Yeah, you did.
#transformers incorrect quotes#source: unknown#Mirage#Noah Diaz#Kris Diaz#Is it with a C or a K?#Rotb#Rise of The Beasts#I also don’t know the ship name
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