#I'm a little too proud of this piece

[novice-comics]

Punk AU Available here

[pricklybruin]

Transformers Reverse Mini-Bang 2024 (@tf-bigbang) is finally here!!💥💥 Here is my piece, featuring Minimus and Ravage on a mission on a frozen planet. It's quite eventful!

Please go read @icypolargirl78 's wonderful fic Dead and Melting Ice!!!

((Close-ups below cut <3))

[fanaticsnail]

hi love! it’s been a while since i have been able to enjoy your content because i’ve been so busy with uni, but i have always been so grateful for the piece about studying and killer you dedicated to me. i kept on coming back to it (along with your other content) whenever i felt demotivated, and i’m so proud to announce that i have my bachelor’s degree in philosophy and i am currently pursuing applied ethics :)))

i’ve been a silent ghost occasionally popping up to read whatever you have bestowed upon us, and because i’ve been so silent i just wanted to come here and explicitly let you know how much i love your content and how it always makes my day <3

Just want to say, I'm so proud of you Ushoppu! You've worked so hard, and you've done it! I love that you're going into your field, and I hope you have the best time in this new beginning.

Graduation Day

Themes: Killer x gn!reader, platonic. 400+ word mini-fic.

Docked in a port not too far from the main island, only a skeleton crew remained behind to serve the Victoria Punk. Drawing straws was the only way they could possibly decide who would miss out on viewing this occasion, but one such member to rig the vote was the ever faithful watchdog, Massacre Soldier Killer. 

Killer was your rock through your study, most days without ever meaning to be. Whether bringing you snacks, doing your portion of the chores, ensuring you were given silence to study, and keeping up with your timetable to mail off the appropriate notes to your lecturers. Your favorite sessions were always with him sitting rigid on your bed while pretending to be your class, often with either Bubblegum or Boogie beside him, listening to you practice your oral presentation while nodding at the appropriate times. 

He would not miss out on watching you graduate. If he had to fight for his right to witness you stand on that platform, he would bully and shove his crew out of his way to be there for you. In that silent understanding from your captain and his crew, Killer was present, front and center, as you stood on that podium when your name was called. 

Shaking a few of the faculty's hands, you received your qualification and smiled softly while fighting through your embarrassment. You knew who was coming to support you, you knew exactly what they were like, and you thought you knew what you were in for. Unfortunately, you did not prepare for the large uproar of praise, claps, and cheers from those in attendance. 

Killer was the first person to rise to his feet as you continued to walk from one side of the platform to the other. 

The applause intensified: continuing to rise from the center, first row: the light reflecting off the blue and shell-colored mask as you could almost feel him winking through the port holes. 

Time stood still, just for that moment, as the world slowed to a brief pause. No sounds, no motion, not even the crowd stood between you and Killer as he shouted the words out to you.

“I’m so proud of you.” 

In that moment, your heart bloomed to spread a heat through your body: from your cheeks down to your toes. He really had your back through this, and you could feel him continuing to support you as your watchdog throughout your new journey with this behind you.

[dreamsicle262]

roadkill.

my art entry for @megaroniandcheez's dtiys. see tags for notes and explanations on the art. also tumblr may have absolutely nuked the quality so click the picture for a better look

[stardestroyer81]

When Pizza Granny doesn't find herself misplacing her medication, she regrets it once she recalls the grueling process of taking it.

[reksink]

Two Fools, One Freed One Chained

[peridots-pixiwolf]

been forever since i posted any art here so. wheat field i drew as a tribute after finishing portal 2 three months ago upon you all :]

[Start ID. A sketch-like, pixellated rendering of the seemingly endless wheat field at the end of Portal 2. The wheat is golden with harvest, and stretches out to fill the entire lower third of the frame, the sky is a deeper blue and dense with far-off clouds. Uncountable rows of almost-parallel lines, some much on the shorter side and others long and sweeping, shade and highlight the grasses, give texture to the sky and clouds, and halo the sun at the top center. Each of the four blues that make up the sky are the exact inverse of an orange tone in the field, and vice versa. End ID)

[Start ID. An edited version of the previous, wherein the transparency in the sun has been filled in with white and the sky with blue. An obvious filter has been overlayed which makes the whole piece look vertically striated, like the effect of an old computer or console screen, darkening it overall and creating odd tinges of red, green and magenta in some spots. End ID.]

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[sun-marie]

We had an exercise in my Digital Art class to "draw ourselves as a specific anthropomorphic animal and depict them from the front, the side, moving, and performing an action", and I thought I might share my piece here as well since I think it came out really cute!

I went with a bald eagle bc I think birds can be really expressive and I like the idea that I'd be like, the chicken of eagles, if that makes sense lol

[drfrogphd]

Rabbit Hole 🐇🍩

[cathalbravecog]

i'm the antonymph of the internet

[chiropteracupola]

a little pain now, to save a great deal more pain later

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[zemnarihah]

also he was like we should still be friends and i was like okay but i don't want to talk to you for a while and he was like okay let me know when you're ready and then after like a week i felt fine about it and was like we should have a call to talk more about being friends and stuff and what that would look like and he was like i'm soooo busy.... maybe tomorrow.... and it's been like several days and he hasn't made any effort to contact me. okayyyy

[mars-ipan]

this is gonna sound incredibly virtue signal-y i fear but i have been feeling. so fiercely protective of all the transfems i've ever met lately

[natasha-in-space]

So ive a small request (im the same anon who sent you the prompt of yoosung being in a relationship with a big man) can you please write a one shot about the dinner his family (yoosung's)has arranged for him and his new boyfriend.

Also ngl i keep on imagining the mc taking a selfie with yoosung and his family and its giving Gulliver in Liliput (cuz MC is already very tall and big and yoosung's family are all pretty short people)

Link to the first post!

"You don't have to be so shy, you know. They prepared this dinner for us. I know it's a bit nerve-wracking, but they mean well."

Yoosung was able to sense that MC was feeling rather anxious. It was clear as day to him, really. From his tensed up shoulders to the way that his eyes wouldn't leave his plate, unless he was being spoken to directly. And, Yoosung could relate. Hell, if it was another way around, he knew for sure that he would be a sweating nervous wreck himself. It's always nerve-racking to meet your partner's family. Especially so when your situation is not a conventional one.

But, that's the reason why they were together.

Yoosung was fully aware that his family would need some time to come to terms with and accept his new relationship with MC. Especially his parents and older relatives. His mother didn't have to throw a giant fit for him to understand that she had some very deep rooted reservations that she was simply trying to tiptoe around, but ultimately failing. It was an awkward learning process for them all. To be fair, throughout it all, his sister was a great help in particular. Although she may tease him occasionally, he knew that she was a significant factor in his parents ultimately accepting his love for MC.

Maybe she was the one who suggested arranging this family dinner for them in the first place. He wouldn't rule out the possibility of that happening. Regardless, he was grateful for her help.

MC has shifted slightly in his seat, shooting him an anxious but deeply thankful look. He sighed. "I know... I just don't want to mess this up."

"-You won't." Yoosung reassured him, reaching under the table to take hold of MC's hand and squeeze it confidently. He smiled, hoping to relieve some of his boyfriend's anxiety. He may have been broad and bulky in body, but his heart was as soft as you could get. Another lovely thing about MC that he couldn't wait for his family to see. "You're doing great. Besides, I'm right here. We got this. Together."

He was relieved to see the corners of MC's mouth twitch into a small smile, and he leaned in for a quick nuzzle that left his heart racing. Yoosung knew he was too shy to get too affectionate with each other in front of everybody like that, and he didn't mind it all that much. MC showcased his love and appreciation for him in small but meaningful ways that he has come to learn by heart now.

Despite the awkwardness the rest of the dinner was full of, it was still very sweet. His parents were clumsy, clearly very anxious about not making the wrong impression, and kind of overbearing. But, they were trying. And, it was obvious that they were eager to start things off rightfully this time around. Despite their occasional bizarre but amusing remarks. The good intention was present, and it was uplifting to witness. In a way, his parents were just as anxious as MC was. Something that Yoosung couldn't help but point out with a slight good-natured giggle.

This time around, his mother made sure to get to know MC as a person by asking questions about his life, family, hobbies, and even his favorite food. Yoosung could predict that that one was meant to be a surprise: a tasty gift from her in the future.

His mom wasn't very subtle, though.

Ut was while everyone was just getting ready to clean up the table, when MC suddenly perked up and spoke louder than usual.

"Oh, we should take a picture!"

A quick pause filled the dining room, as everyone was clearly quite surprised to hear a usually very soft-spoken and reserved MC exclaim something with such a booming frequency, even Yoosung included. As MC cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, his face flushed bright red shortly after. "I mean... before we all clean up. If everyone agrees, of course."

His usual softer tone was back now, much to everyone's amusement.

Yoosung and his sister couldn't help but laugh at that, as she found it just as amusing and endearing as Yoosung did. Despite this, he wished to aid his partner before he would become a big embarrassed tomato. He got up from the table, clasping his hands together to redirect everyone's attention onto himself, a tactic he would use often whenever MC got a bit overwhelmed. "I bet my mom would have dragged us all for a family photo eventually, anyways! I'll go get the camera."

Of course, due to his mother's meticulousness in ensuring everyone looked good at the photo, they all had to spend an additional thirty minutes being manipulated by the older woman as if she were a professional director. Yoosung is familiar with the occurrence, but it is definitely more amusing when MC encounters his mom's quirks for the first time. Funnily enough, his mom has barely made any criticisms against him, mostly making Yoosung be the one to change his position a dozen times over.

It looks like MC has gotten into her good graces after all.

Once the long-suffered perfect picture was completed, everyone was left laughing good-naturedly over MC's broad build ending up above every family member at the table, including Yoosung's father. His mom even joked about inviting MC over to fix their broken closet for them, since his dad couldn't reach the top of it without a stool. Needless to say, his dad wasn't impressed, much to everyone's amusement.

Relaxing and enjoying the family banter without any reservations was a pleasant experience for them both. A positive beginning to a new life of experiences for all of them.

[nickywhoisi]

pizzasuba

Hey PT fandom come get y'alls juicey fucked up italian meow meow

When I remembered this anime (and honestly why wouldn't you??), I knew exactly what I had to post next. You know me, I'll probably ink and colour this later. I wish I had some digital art tools to really make this look like a screenshot. It'd be pretty cool if someone else wanted to take a crack at it! For now, I bumrushed the idea out of my goof brain. The face was all studied carefully from a youtube clip, no tracing no scope baybeeeeeeeeeee

i hope nobody will notice that i can't draw guns for shit wwwwwww