#anniversary collab

[iamsweetcrow]

The deadline to participate in the collab has been extended until September 28th!

For those who still want to participate in this anniversary collab, you still have time to make your Ocs by this date.

Remember that the rules are:

- You must wear a gothic outfit for the occasion. - You must be facing forward. - It can be in the style of the series or your personal style. - It must be in transparent png format.

You must send your drawing to the email: sweet_crow_chaos@hotmail.es

The collab will be published on September 30th, before the end of the month.

Thanks for participating!

[bioshoook]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY RED WEB!!!! You've gotten so big!

Here is my art that I did for the Red Web Anniversary Collab (thank you again to Clay and Logan for running this awesome collab 💖💖)

I decided to do the HQ's Library, because what's a good taskforce hq without a library full of weird books and several cats? Also please rove your eyeballs over the book spines because 1) each one has a title and they took me forever and 2) some books may not appear to be books that you would normally see in a library setting ;3c

Also big thank you to Trevor and Alfredo (and the rest of the Red Web team!) for making such an awesome podcast that opened me up to such an amazing community and so many cool mysteries!

[asgardiancapes]

Good morning Red Web Task Force! And happy anniversary coming to you live from the cryptid research lab on the fourth floor of our lovingly crafted HQ!

[windy-trickster]

Today is mine and @h00mb00 's 3rd anniversary! Three whole years with my beloved little birdy and it's been the happiest I've ever been. We decided to do this cute little anniversary day collab with our longest had fantrolls! Basically our first ever fantroll ship we ever made! Salsia Seskal [Burgundy] - @h00mb00 Ptoemy Lexler [Violet] - @windy-trickster Kenku did the sketch/lineart while I colored and shaded it! Again, another fun little collab with my dear boyfriend and future husband. I wouldn't be this happy if I had anyone else as my beloved. I hope for many more happy years with him <3

[wishingsparkjar]

For the Transformers 40th anniversary, have a collab with studio TRIGGER and Bump of Chicken

[evercelle]

The truth is: Saihara keeps losing time. The lie is: he doesn’t know why.

-- from manic moves and drowsy dreams by @merthurlin!

a post-game saiou collab maayan and i cooked up a little bit ago! sometimes a family is you, your cats, and the brainghost who won't let you be alone...

[eganmont]

My part of the Magolor Collab!!!!

Look! There he is! I sent him to Evil Florida!!!

Magolor has been a very special blorbo to me, I was so excited to be apart of this collab. This piece was a struggle to put together; I hadn't quite figured out my rendering style yet, but I am still really happy with how it turned out in the end.

Y'all better go check out the entire zine and see everyone's hard work! Or else! (you'll make me very sad)

[allyheart707]

1 Year Comic Collab - PART 1

Part two ->

Credits from top to bottom: @friskebits, @shellrazor, @katzstar5, @dluebirb , @donatellokinnersinner, @appleyesssss , @nights-flying-fox , @orangepawn39 , @intotheelliwoods , @theartofeverything , @theredponcho , @drowning-soda , @peoplepersonoaktree , @banana-pancake5 , @jadetheblueartist , @glitter-alienz , @burritello3000 , @exhaustedwriterartist , @troubleshade , and finally @purple-the-turtle

[ID: Panel 1- Carol, Mikey and Donnie relaxing and sitting on Donnies bed, Carol reading an unlabeled book with Mikey and Donnie on either side of her, laying on her. Image watermarked by Friskyeee.

Panel 2- Carol closes the book with her eyes closed and says “...The end.” The image is watermarked by shellrazor.

Panel 3- Carol sets the book down on the bed next to her and says "Alright, boys-" Watermarked by Katzstars.

Panel 4- Mikey interrupts her, clutching the blanket in his hands and looking upset. He says "Wait! No! But- But-" Watermarked by dluebirb.

Panel 5- Carol takes a grey blanket and pulls it up to her hips, smiling. She says "It's time for bed." Image is marked in the bottom corner by Donatellokinnersinner.

Panel 6- Donnie lies in his bed while Carol covers him with a blanket. He looks at her with pleading eyes, not wanting her to leave. The image is marked by appleyesssss.

Panel 7- Carol turns to leave, and the boys sadly watch her from the bed.

Panel 8- GIF. Mikey tugs on Carol's labcoat. He says "Wait, don't go!" in a black dialogue bar above his head.

Panel 9- GIF of Donnie sitting on the edge of his bed kicking his feet back and forth. With a serious look on his face he is saying "Just one more story! Then we will go to bed, promise!" Image is watermarked by intotheelliwoods.

Panel 10- Animated gif. Mikey and Donnie glance to each other with a neutral expression, then smile and nod as they look back towards the viewer. Watermarked with x/1. in the bottom right.

Panel 11- Carol stands with her back to the door of the room, holding a book under her left arm, a nervous expression on her face. Carol is glancing off to the left, saying "I shouldn't..." Watermarked by theredponcho in the bottom right.

Panel 12- Mikey and Donnie sit on the bed, each with round, watery puppy eyes. Mikey has his hands clasped, begging. Donnie has a pillow pulled up to his chin. Watermarked by Soda in the bottom right.

Panel 13- Animated gif. Carol holds her empty hand and the book out in protest, eyebrows raised, saying "...I don't even have another book-" She deflates, slightly lowering her hands and looking to the right as her eyebrows lower. Watermarked by Peoplepersonoaktree in the bottom left.

Panel 14- Mikey and Donnie looking up, begging with large puppy dog eyes. Mikey has tears in his eyes and Donnie is clutching a blanket. Water marked with M3b in the top left.

Panel 15- Carol stands, looking deflated with one hand on her hip as she says, “Alright. Fine… I’ll just have to come up with something.

Panel 16- Mikey sitting on the bed clapping his hands, wagging his tail, and looking overjoyed. Carol sitting next to him looks tired and sighs. Donnie sitting with his legs curled under him, his hands stiming, and his tail wagging. Water marked with GLITTER ALIENZ on the top right.

Panel 17- Carol sits on Donnie's bed, looking contemplative. Mikey leans against her on the left, holding George, his pink stuffed rabbit, while Donnie sits cross-legged on the right. Coral is saying "Hmmm..." Watermarked Burritello3000 with a little paw print.

Panel 18- Carol sitting on the bunk bed, looking excited with one hand waving around and the other placed on her chest says, "Oh! I could tell you about this story my daughter has been obsessed with lately!" Image is marked at the bottom left with ExhaustedWriterArtist's signature EWA/MAC.

Panel 19- Mikey and Donnie sitting on the bed, looking both at Carol excitedly. Mikey exclaims: “Oh mi gosh! Tell us! Tell us!” The image is marked on the bottom right by TroubleShade.

Panel 20- Carol sitting on the bunk beds. Laughing looking happy saying, "Alright, alright." Water marked with Purple-the-turtle on the bottom left.

Panel 21- Carol sitting in the middle of a bunk bed, Mikey cuddled up close arms and legs wrapped around Carol. Donnie sitting to the side getting head pats from Carol. She is saying, "once upon a time...". Both boys' tails are wagging.

Panel 22- Huginn hovering in the air saying, "there was a great warrior." Leo tucked in looking so excited he's sparkling. Muninn floats nearby also looking exited.

Panel 23- Heishi lying in his bed. He is so excited that his eyes are shining stars and his mouth is agape. Hugin off screen says "He could beat anyone or anything with just his hands!!"

Panel 24- A digital drawing of Huginn with his arms and wings spread, though part of his body isn't in the frame. He has a happy expression on his face and his mouth is widely opened. His text bubble says "And every time he won, he would give the crowd a big smile and shout-". The drawing is watermarked by flour-consumer.

Panel 25- Hugin and Munin fly behind Heishi, the three are throwing their fists to the air cheering "Hot Soup!" image watermarked by dianagj-art.

Panel 26- Transitions to Raph bedroom which is decorated with glow in the dark stars and movie posters. On a red bed sits Raph who is excitedly listening to his father tell him the story off screen "But more importantly, he was very good looking."

Panel 27- Raph, sitting on his bed, looks disappointed. Splinter is off screen but a speach bubble with his face in it shows that he is laughing at his sons reaction.

Panel 28- Splinter’s ears drop and his face falls into a frown, sitting on the rug beside Raphael’s bed. Raphael, laying on the bed, looks confused and concerned. The room is colorful, with childish toys and posters, and the blanket and rug are red, his color. It is watermarked with “irequirealobotomy” in purple text.

Panel 29- Splinter looking away with a sad expression saying "Then one day... they dissapearred without a trace". The background is a gradient from orange to purple.

Panel 30- Mikey, Carol and Donnie sit on Donnie’s bed. Mikey holds his stuffed bunny George and Carol’s arm as his tail wags. Donnie throws his arms in the air. “What? But… where did he go?! You can’t just disappear…” He squints in deep thought his hand now at his face. “Can you? Maybe…” He points his finger as his eyes light up with ideas. “Maybe he is being hidden, like us! Or-” Watermarked risebabyx2 in the bottom corner.

Panel 31- Mikey and Donnie, sitting on Donnie’s bed. Donnie with a worried expression, mumbling until interrupted by Mikey who excitedly asks; “Do you think we will ever meet him!?” The image is watermarked by clown-froggi.

Panel 32- Carol looking away from Mikey and Donnie somberly, fiddling with her hands. Image is marked on the top left with RiseLeon.

Panel 33- Mikey sitting hugging his legs on the bed. His pink rabbit, George, hugged close. Carol sitting next to him, putting his head, saying "one day, I hope you can do anything you put your mind to." Donnie sitting on her other side looking slightly sullen. Water marked with purpleviolet at the top middle.

Panel 34- Carol tucking in Donnie while Mikey sits beside her. All are smiling. Image is watermarked by Karonkar.

Panel 35- Carol tucking in Mikey on the top bunk bed. Mikey is smiling as he snuggles his stuffed bunny. Carol smiles and pulls the cover over him. Image is watermarked by brightonstudios.

Panel 36- Carol stands in the doorway, facing the dark hall outside. Her hand rests against the edge of the frame. She is looking back over her shoulder, smiling fondly. She is saying "Goodnight, boys." Image is marked at the bottom right by CupKatWarrior9

Panel 37- Mikey sleeps on his stomach, George next to his hand. His blanket mostly covers his legs and the bottom of his shell, with one foot sticking out. Watermarked Bambiraptorx.

Panel 38- Donnie sleeping peacefully in his bed, mouth slightly open.

Panel 39- Heishi asleep in his bed, blankets tightly wrapped around him with a smile on his face. Signed MD in the bottom right.

Panel 20- Carol sitting on the bunk beds. Laughing looking happy saying, "Alright, alright." Water marked with Purple-the-turtle on the bottom left. End ID.]

[zebracorn-chan]

Lol he's fucking with us so much rn.

[kumatajdg]

Happy 79th anniversary to the Railway Series!

Here's my second of two entries for this year's art collab.

I tried my best to make this resemble the style of real UK newspapers from the 30s 😁 A video slideshow of all the collab entries can be watched here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA4RJZz1mkc

[crystalpallette]

no witty caption today; I just love ringo hiii ringoooo

[fishprismart]

Was recently part of a big monster hunter collab and these are the pieces i did for it! Happy 20th to monster hunter!

[cyberwhumper]

It’s almost ridiculous how easy it was to take him. An ironic anticlimax, a sardonically unsatisfying nothingness, like a round of Russian roulette played with a malfunctioning squirt gun. Stupid enough that War can’t help a huff of disbelief, almost disappointment, as he stands on the glossy floor of his throne room, prize in hand, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It never does.

Slowly, tectonically, the Horseman’s face splits into a grin.

Victory is his.

⭑⭑⭑

There hadn’t even been a fight.

Victory would probably be ashamed of himself, if shame was an emotion the angel had ever been capable of feeling. He had been drunk, of course. He usually was. Anything to drown out the intractable boredom of the endless campaigns Heaven waged, those sterile scourings of the unclean and impure that were more a science than an art at this point. The cacophony of wingbeats and platinum swords that had once made his heart flutter with anticipation now lulled him halfway to sleep. As long as he was here, there was no contest. Every engagement was a rout, every triumph swift and sound.

It wasn’t fun anymore.

So he drank, and waited, and picked up flowers and shell casings, and stared vacantly out over the gore-splattered squadrons on their fields of slaughter while he stood apart, resplendent and redundant.

War had taken him effortlessly. He had dozed off at some point after running his fingers through already-pristine feathers for the millionth time, floating cozily on champagne and cynicism. When he awoke, however, it wasn’t hungover on a bed of silks, but rather hungover in a burning-hot darkness so total he briefly wondered if he’d somehow failed to open his eyes.

And then there was light—not the searing white purity of Heaven, but a primal, animal sort of glow, fever-hot and ruddy, assuring him that his eyes were, indeed, open, and making him immediately squeeze them closed.

“Ow.”

⭑⭑⭑

War stares down at the angel, crumpled like wet paper on his hall floor, a mixture of curiosity and derision in his carved face.

“So this is Heaven’s lucky charm,” he muses, voice dripping with command. “Look at me. Open your eyes.”

Victory shudders, a little whine escaping him.

War raises an eyebrow. Stubborn. “Open your eyes.”

The angel shakes his head, curling acid-white wings over himself. Whines again.

War draws closer. Victory is completely harmless, dazed and bound in chains built to restrain much stronger beings than he is, but the general still feels, somehow, on edge. “Open your eyes, little angel. Or are you afraid?”

“Not afraid,” comes the grumbled reply. “Headache. Stop talking.”

That stops War in his tracks, blinking. There are few creatures in Heaven or Hell who aren’t afraid of the Horseman, and those few are either very powerful or very stupid.

Victory, War thinks, is very, very stupid.

He smiles, for the second time that day, running his forked tongue over triplicate canine teeth. Ridiculous. Victory is his, easy as breathing.

And if taking him was that easy, well. Breaking him will be a breeze.

⭑⭑⭑

So he’s in Hell.

It’s been days, or millennia. Who’s to say. It’s not as hot as he expected, honestly. Sure, the air itself feels acrid and alien, infernal energy making him feel shaky and nauseous long after the hangover has cleared, and the chains lacing his body are as heavy as lead, and he lives inside a hanging birdcage with bars the same molten gold color as War’s eyes. But it’s not that hot. If anything, he’s actually cold, that prickly kind of bone-chill that comes with a fever, spiking every time the demon lord comes near him.

Such as now.

Victory shivers, drawing his wings protectively around himself as War idly taps the bars of the cage with his pronged tail, setting it slowly rocking.

“Didn’t take you for the bashful type,” he says, voice as deep and smooth as wine.

“I’m not,” Victory responds, feeling very far away. Above him, his halo flickers.

“Then come here. Let me see you.”

Victory cocks his head. “Why?”

“Because you’re mine.” War’s face is impassive on the other side of the bars. “And I command you to.”

Well, Victory can’t argue with that. Literally, can’t. It’s like he’s under some fucking spell down here, the poisoned air, the Horseman’s voice, everything conspiring to make him want to be pliant and obedient. God, he thinks the water’s drugged.

But he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t shy. He unfurls his wings, baring himself to War, all long lines of muscle under sun-bronzed skin, smears of ash and grime providing more coverage than the few scraps of silk still clinging to his hips.

“Closer,” says War.

Obediently, like a lamb, Victory crawls to him.

He slips his arms out through the bars, the chains on his wrists clinking almost musically against them despite their weight. “Like what you see?” he murmurs. For everything else he is, War is a man. And Victory can work with that.

“Yes,” War says plainly, and something flutters low in the angel’s belly. The feeling strengthens as War reaches between the bars and strokes clawed fingers across his cheekbone, jawline, throat. His halo flickers again, reflected brokenly in War’s eyes, gazing openly at him. “Come here.”

Even if Victory could resist, he wouldn’t have. War is handsome, in a wicked, cruel sort of way, all hard angles and corded muscles that bely the hypnotic grace of an apex predator. The whole demon thing aside, you just don’t get guys like that in Heaven. War unlocks the gilded cage and coaxes Victory out almost gently, letting him stand on unsteady legs as he continues tracing massive hands over the angel’s features, running fingers through his tangled hair, razor-sharp claws ghosting along his skin.

“Beautiful,” the Horseman murmurs. His hand pauses on Victory’s wing, feeling its liquid softness, feathers glossy as pearls beneath the layer of dirt, the intimacy of the touch making Victory have to choke back a moan. “Mine…”

And then, quick and snake-like, War sinks his claws in and��twists.

Victory screams.

Face still blank, as effortlessly as if he was plucking a ripe fruit from a vine, War tears the angel’s wing off.

“Beautiful,” he repeats.

Yours, Victory thinks, and then, mercifully, he passes out.

⭑⭑⭑

It really is that easy.

War savors the destruction. He takes his time with the other wing, using his favorite hunting knife to carve it free without damaging a single feather, disarticulating the delicate flight-bones and ligaments with a finesse that would almost seem loving were it not being used for butchery. They truly are beautiful, long and slender and elegant, glimmering with the iridescence of a soap bubble, their stark whiteness absolutely reeking of Heaven. His herald, a primordial demon with an inexplicable knack for interior design, helps him mount them on the wall behind the infernal throne, flanking it, brilliant and ghastly trophies making for a downright ostentatious display of power and dominion.

“You are keeping it?” the herald asks in his lilting voice, poking the unconscious angel with one cloven hoof. The pool of mercury-colored blood he lies in smells like burnt sugar and champagne.

“Of course,” War replies. He hauls Victory up by the hair, eyes running up and down the limp body like it’s a cut of meat. He’s already curious about how that blood tastes, what the candy-coated entrails of an angel look like up close and personal, just how many more pretty little noises he’ll wring from those soft lips when he sinks a claw in and splits that bronze skin from collarbone to pelvis.

Victory is flightless, his divinity staked into the wall of Hell’s war council hall. All War needs to do now is bind him, snap his faltering halo and stain his soul with the sigils that will ensure his eternal obedience. Heaven will be fucked.

And given how easily Victory fell, into his domain, into his arms, well. It shouldn’t take much.

Again, War smiles, wolfish.

“To the winner go the spoils,” he quotes. “And Victory is mine.”

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Fic by the incredible @bxtterflystxtches ! Please show him some love!!!

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[creators-lounge]

First collab group from Creators Lounge (Discord Server)!

Credits!

Background - @alch3mic

Chara, Frisk & Napstablook - @onlehskeletal Multiple characters - @revolvius Toriel, Asriel & Asgore - @nekojaf & @blvdcharms Sans & Annoying dog - @han--sama Flowey - @alch3mic Frisk, Mettaton & Papyrus - @omero-megane & @nosebleed-inglishera

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact x Dodo Pizza PV

[evercelle]

If nowhere is safe, we can use the Drift.

-- from Video Not Included by celestialvoyager!

it's year four of the kaiju war, but with saihara grounded from active duty, there are mysteries to unfold within the Nagasaki Shatterdome itself... here's a PACRIM AU celestial and i have been working on since before saiou day!! lol