#art jersey

[andrewtarcher]

Edo Ball — The Art of Basketball

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Crytpid series by Austin Pardun on Instagram

Prints available on Etsy!

[reikiryn]

Twin tattoos (1/1)

I ASK SOMEONE TO VOICE MY COMIC YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT WILL BE HAPPY 😭

[paintedcrows]

They're both autistic (and ADHD) 2 me

[ghostcashewart]

h... housune miku. she's here to do medical malpractice.

blame @stuffydollband for this

[habken]

hockey player deku I love you

[oobbbear]

(can you tell that I don’t know how to draw kiss)

[murkawow]

🎵 Komsomolsk - loyal companion

they are so cute i'm ready to explode–💥💥💘

[fauvester]

something something seeing things through different eyes

[frosted-co0kies]

some more of them

[pencilnewt]

FACT: (penguins) snoopy has never won the lady byng i'm pretty sure

[solviatrix]

made this around when gvk came out and left it until now :^)

he is a tragic cat

[lunarlights-world]

Had to draw this as soon as I saw artsymeeshee’s comic strip. Go check out their blog! @artsymeeshee

[rennebright]

新泽西 by ano [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[vinelark]

i don’t remember if i ever shared this here, but a while ago i posted a little twitter thread about bats and gas station snacks and some very talented podficcers made a podfic of it! 🎧

[podfic] Jersey Vigilantes Don't Pump Gas by isweedan & reena_jenkins

original thread (text under the cut):

nested tweet reading: ever since i learned gotham is supposed to be in new jersey i can’t get this concept out of my head: [a badly drawn bumper sticker that says “jersey vigilantes don’t pump gas”] / quote tweet reading: the batmobile can’t just slip in and out of a gas station unnoticed. an employee HAS to go fill up the tank. meanwhile the tired night shift cashier knows the various robin eras because they come in to buy different snacks as time goes on.

one night while the manager is out filling *the literal batmobile* the cashier blinks and comes face to face with a child in a leotard and green boots, buying a pack of twizzlers. “thanks!” the first robin calls, somehow vaulting over two rows of shelves on his way out the door.

years later, after a stretch of quiet weeks, a new, curly-haired robin comes in and grabs a bag of flamin hot pepper puffs. the cashier doesn’t even think robin 2 actually likes them, but he looks really satisfied with himself every time he drops them on the counter.

(even after the second robin abruptly stops coming in, the cashier keeps slipping flamin hot pepper puffs onto their order list. no one else ever buys them, but it just—feels like the thing to do, somehow.)

a stretch of months without a robin, oddly tense. then the third robin appears, even smaller than the first two. he slips inside and buys a cup of black coffee and drains it in one go right at the coffee station, nervously eyeing the door like he’s afraid he’ll be caught.

the fourth robin, when she shows up, makes a beeline for the protein bars. finally, the cashier thinks, someone remotely sensible for this line of work. (though maybe not sensible enough—or maybe TOO sensible—because small caffeine robin is back a few months later.)

the fifth robin, when he first appears, approaches the counter. “you will direct me to the best snacks new jersey has to offer,” he tells the cashier.

“uh,” the cashier says. “i like sour patch kids, myself.”

robin 5 nods. “i will take a bag of sour patch children.”

(one night, not much later, red hood strolls through the door. the cashier has lived in gotham for over a decade now; they barely blink, even when nightwing bounds in after him.

“oh, shit, flamin hot pepper puffs,” red hood says. “i haven’t had these in ages.”

“aw, come on,” nightwing says, already holding a pack of twizzlers. “no one else can stand those.”

“why do you think i got them in the first place, dickhead?” red hood says. “to fend off new jersey’s number one snack thief.” and he buys buys every bag in stock.)

[monstertoothsart]

a couple jersey devils