#and it's tiny and damaged

[tanasha-not-yet]

m))) nice)))

i got worse at rendering after not doing it in a while! who could have guessed! for real though his half-finished no-reference shrek-green hands look better than his face because i didn't blend anything. i don't like how much time it takes, i'll be honest - i'll gladly stick to flat colors unless i find a quicker way

his facial structure isn't based off of a real three-dimensional head which is a mistake but your honor im in love with my august sketch i can't reference anything else ����

here it iss! my biggest drawing achievement i can't stop talking about, i really like how he turned out here and i try making my greylock look like this every time

so yeah redrawwwwww

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[bluerosefox]

Gray and Graysons

One of the Bats has a secret. Something they never told to the others.

They were so very young but they have memories of a sibling, so small and tiny. They remember the burst of warmth they had in their heart when they held the tiny baby for just a moment.

But they weren’t allowed to keep them, their family couldn’t raise them. Money was tight, just enough for three but not for four, despite their shows always bringing in a crowd it was getting harder and harder for the world to be wowed by them in the new age and their sibling was too small and tiny and needed to be cared in a single place than for them to be on the road. Their lifestyle was not good for his tiny sibling apparently.

They had to watch as their parents gave his sibling away to people in suits, them promising to give his baby brother to a loving family when they find a ‘home’ for him. He watched his parents try to be strong only for his mother to break down once the car left down the road, his father holding her and apologizing, the rest of the circus troupe all silently coming over to give the heartbroken family condolences.

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had tears running down his face when he last saw his baby brother.

A brother he got to name before he had to be given away.

Daniel ‘Danny’ Grayson.

-x-x-

Dick never told the others. If anyone dug deep into his past they might find his brother’s birth records maybe, if someone got around to digitizing the paperwork for him but given the fact he was placed in the US childcare systems just a few days after his birth and the fact that Dick was still pretty young they most likely believed he didn’t remember his baby brother now. Not after so many years.

But they were wrong, Dick remembers. And he kept the secret close to his heart and memories.

And the only physical evidence he had was a single picture of him holding his brother, a smile on his tiny face towards their father who had taken the photo of them together. When he had lost his parents, lost most of the things that connected him to them, to his past in the circus that had been his whole life, had been taken from him in Gotham’s ruthless childcare system, he held on tight to the picture in secret. Hid it away from anyone trying to rip it from him, hid it from Bruce when the man took him in days later, hid it from Alfred despite how gentle the butler was towards him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk losing his photo at the time, he hadn’t trusted anyone and by the time he did he didn’t have the heart to reveal it.

So yes, the existence of his baby brother Danny was his most guarded and best kept secret.

So that’s why Dick, as Nightwing, nearly died from a heart attack when leaving a Justice League meeting he spotted a familiar face among one of the new engineers working in the Watchtower.

It was like seeing a young version of himself. Only, Dick could see that the young man was more than a copy of him, so much more than a clone. He held many traces of John Grayson but also had a bit more of Mary Grayson than Dick did. Small details that Dick foggely remembers taking note when he had held his baby brother.

“Hey, hurry up with that report Gray!” Shouted the head engineer from down the hall, his hand beckoning the young adult to come over.

“Coming! And boss, I told you Danny is fine!” Danny shouted back before hurriedly leaving a stunned Nightwing.

[ozziyo]

shitposts that will have me thinking about their insane height difference for the next seven years

[6blackfilin9]

more Shifu

[lucksea]

i think the crown is the lambs funny little guy and peculiar hypeman

[toxxtt-kotlc]

song twins had middle school me in a CHOKEHOLD

[arrow-gt-ace]

weird dog

[so-very-small]

i am once again thinking about the body horror of a tiny and giant merging into one entity. like if their heights averaged out, how horrifying would that be? everything is suddenly so much smaller and larger than it used to be. they’re stronger and weaker, but it doesn’t really matter, because it’s not like they can interact with anything on a familiar scale anyway. they can’t uproot trees but they can’t cradle acorns in their arms. nothing is the same. and they aren’t the same. they’re someone who is composed of unreconcilable differences, and there is nothing familiar enough to provide any comfort. their old favorite blanket is the size of a tissue. their former giant home is an unrecognizably gargantuan cavern. their old tiny friends fear them. their old giant friends can barely see them.

everything is too big and too small.

they are too big and too small.

[kindaasrikal]

Its funny to think about how Garmadon (specifically movie Garm) is said to like hug himself with his four arms until you realise how sad it is and how lonely he must’ve felt to reach that point. Imagine series Garmadon, freshly having fallen down the portal to the underworld, lonely and cold and missing the enthusiastic and warm hugs of his brother, the sweet and loving hugs of Misako, the gentle and worried hugs of the Fsm, and the tiny and adorable grasps of baby Lloyd whilst stuck in a dark abyss of loneliness.

Surrounded by enemies at every turn. Never having a chance to lower his guard. Always having to be strong, stronger than he ever has been.

Imagine him curled up in a ball in a form he is unfamiliar with hugging himself to feel a glimpse of the warmth he barely had.

Edit: just remembered this but he didn’t have four arms until later but it still counts hush leave me alone i wrote this at night 😭

[sea-arsonist]

Tis 1 AM right now. And I got this...MASSIVE urge to doodle the clan holding babies. So I just......succumbed to my desiresmmm. Doodles are a little crunchy but I hope they're still readable (this is non AU work)

(Don't take this too seriously)

Also if y'all wondering where Kuya is.......he the baby daddy

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

Hiiii! I’ve been looking at your stuff! I wanted to speak to the tiny damaged blood baby. He’s very sweet and small and cute, and I want to very gently squish his cheeks

Wan talk me?

You get tiny bit of Bloody speaking as a treat (´｡✪ω✪｡｀)

[wanologic]

still thinking about these guys

Elias doesn’t talk a lot day-to-day. He’s most comfortable in places that have a very thick boundary between planes (his + Asanti’s house, courtesy of Asanti) or very thin ones (anywhere Matt is). He perceives both planes at once, which leads to a lot of sensory problems and why he’s so spacey. Bandaid adhesive is grounding and better than alternatives.

I’ve also decided since I draw him with ghost fish so often, that it’s how his brain interprets the “flow” of magic around him. It’s not limited to that form, but it’s what he sees most often. I like the metaphor because it’s not like he can completely control anything without spells as magic has a mind/will of its own, but he can influence environmental stuff to some degree, like playing with fish in a river.

[perryisle]

came up with a guilty gear oc after thinking about an overdrive/insta kill idea in the shower (oc ramble under the cut)

his names angelo!! hes a guy that comes from a family of magic usin painters (his weapon is an enchanted paintbrush/family heirloom).

for the insta kill/overdrive i mentioned earlier he traps his opponent in a painting and the painting of every character is in its own unique artstyle/references a famous painting

hes pretty talented dude but hes also lazy as shit and forages paintings to get money. may or may not be homeless too

[voreasaurusrex]

gtober day 4: lantern this is a bit of a followup to yesterdays!! candle has been contained to a glass lantern. silly moff is safe