#I'm really proud of this

[zenixromeave]

wonder how they made that !

[thecurepumpkin]

Trying out a new artstyle (And also new pfp)

[imiwakanne]

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎂

I've created account here just recently but seeing people immediately liking my art is sooo sweet and made me so happy i hope I'll find some friends here bc the community seems rlly nice

[cyancactus]

spiderman goes to gotham fic except its adult peter waking up in a random alley to gunshots

he rushes to help, but finds a dead couple, scattered pearls and a sobbing kid, the culprit is nowhere to be found

he comforts the kid until the cops arrive, almost gets arrested for murder until the boy manages to stutter out what happened (Strangly, they listen to him. He seems to have a lot of influence for someone so young)

the boy clings to him while the paramedics check him for wounds, refuses to let go as he tries to pass him off to the older man who came to collect him (likely his grandfather, he woulders which of the boys parents was his child. poor man)

the boy convinces the man to let peter come home with them, and peter doesn't have to heart to protest the boy who looked so much like himself when-

he goes with them. after all where else is he supposed to go?

sitting in the lavish car with a sleeping boy in his lap, peter glances at the man driving, questions bubbling up his throat

he stays silent

buildings pass by, each one larger and more decorated than the last, all unrecognisable to him

he knew new york like the back of his hand, and none it looked like this.

peter starts to drift off, his spider sense wasn't going off, which meant it was probably safe. Well, safe enough.

(how long had it been since he last slept? he didn't think being knocked out by a random villain and waking up in a strange city counted)

he wakes up in a massive bed, sun pouring through the intricate windows of a room definitly not his own

he panics, jumping to the ceiling, webbing his backpack where it sits beside the bed and pulling it to him.

he's relieved the find his suit still in there, tucked beneath his med kit and camera

he's thinking of escaping through one of the windows when he hears a cough below him.

as he locks eyes with the elderly man, his memories come back to him.

the boy...

before he can think more about what happened last night, he realises something else

hes on the ceiling.

in front of the man

he quickly jumps down, already preparing excuses (how can he excuse this, he was just on the ceiling, holy fuu-) but stops when the man's face morphs from its previous shock to- was that amusement?

Peters confusion must have shown on his face, because the man chuckled, his face gaining more wrinkles than it already had (honestly that hadn't seem possible)

Then the man speaks.

"Goodmorning, Peter"

[jelloduckie]

on the hand

[this-blurry-photograph]

— The War, SYML

Suguru | Satoru | Satosugu

[narrettwist-art]

[sygiandepths]

perfect.

[bosesmikas]

insp.

[abalidoth]

Three Phase

A sonnet triptych about robots

Our Phoebe wakes secure in styro held Her mistress' eyes are blue as welding arcs Beloved toy, abrupt in love they fell conjoined transistor-bound and blood-hewn hearts.

From childhood follies told to metal doll to teenage raptures shared with sister built but college applications take a toll and Phoebe waits, the cycles fully felt.

Her uptime crawls as downtime crashes on the mistress gone to college, grad school, boys till Christmas break (one several decades gone) "We cleaned your room. You want to keep these toys?"

When thrifting, now, you may catch glimpses of A plastic heart abrim with unsought love.

—

Our Heavy Loader Unit Annabelle (by number only known beyond her eyes) She does her job, and damn she does it well. Within her ten-ton grip the cargo flies.

To make a person, sparks in circuitry, alone to move the chaff of modern fate leaves loads of tempered time for bardery. Her songs and tales and worlds accumulate.

Execs decree a move to shiny! new! The techs will gripe and grouse but duty’s done. A test performed, and what could Anna do But load her best. Modernity has won.

A hundred thousand stories hidden dark immobile in a disused office park.

—

Our Juliet, finale of the day A multipurpose help about the store The face when shopkeep can’t get out today The wrench when fixing skills are needed more.

Her pa gets old, as human beings will and alloy weathers time much more than skin Then she alone is mistress of the till. For help, she seeks her disenfranchised kin.

So what, the patron’s greeted by a doll? She’s great with kids, her smile so xenon-bright. So what, the stockgirl’s seven meters tall? Come hear her fill the loading bays with light.

Go by the store on Seventh and you’ll see: these waves in sync, a three-phase harmony.

[art-enby-confusion]

Hi, uh, I disappeared for a few months..... Uhhh, I watched Arcane s2, and then all of Arcane in 1 again..... And decided to redraw my second DnD character in an Arcane esc style!

(I have a lil professional banner at the bottom, but I put my irl name, and like... Internet safety atm.)

[lec743-my-art]

Head-shot of a work friend

[dracanthropic]

How I imagine Lift stealing rations and nonchalantly healing Teft.

Gonna see about adding some color (gotta give her some gentle lifelight glow) at some point.

[barrel-of-bones-and-brain-worms]

Shopkeep dressed in porco rosso's outfit

He looks good way better in this than I thought he would

[rarebloorose]

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Ship: RoyEd

Rating: T

Tags: Nightmares, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Forge Secret Santa 2023, Ed swears.

Summary:

Amongst the endless sea of scorching gold stands one figure that would never burn him. What is he to do when the one non-flammable object turns his back on him?

~

The Winter Solstice is just around the corner. Roy has a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he will lose his sun and be stuck in an eternal winter forever.

[ratsandfashion]

Haven decked out for Y.alda. Y.alda is a solstice celebration of Z.oroastrian orgin practiced by the P.ersian diaspora, and since Haven's mom was canonically a Z.oroastrian, and thus almost certainly of P.arsi heritage (I.ndian people of P.ersian descent), I think she celebrates it. One of the biggest symbols of Y.alda is the pomegranate and I just went whole hog with that theme.