#as I’ve put in the tags before:

[stealingyourbones]

Everyday I exist and every day I get more and more exhausted seeing the “lol Batman looks at Danny and goes “who’s gonna adopt this kid” He’s so adoptable!” posts.

[stark-lord]

Constantly plagued with thoughts of Edwin now knowing he enjoys being courted and Charles (compulsive charmer) with a whole new arsenal up his sleeve (laser focus on Monty’s whole deal)

“I mean, my smile is prett-y convincing” yeah yeah okay I can see where this is heading. Outlook not so good (for me)

[astronomical-bagel]

The brainworms… they got me…

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

just remembered that i can draw literally whatever i want forever

[hqbits]

i am once again spreading my transfem ford propaganda w some screenshot edits!!!!! including some more lil personal headcanons

[athena-xox]

Shhh shhh I’m definitely not saying anything *whispers in your ear* but I keep seeing “‘we need more complex female characters’ but they couldn’t handle Apple White.”

But like …

That applies more to Apple fans than those who dislike her

Because while yes there are Apple haters who completely overlook the complexity of her character but more often than not it’s those who like her that in trying to defend her take away the complexity of her character.

Like some people can’t stand the complexity of her character so they water her down

hmm HMM

Idk like excusing apples actions is VERY different from explaining them

[sforzesco]

sometimes you draw guys drenched in gore and you have to balance it out with some real romcom style bullshit as a palette cleanser

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

[wybienova]

um who’s this weirdo. get him out of here

[hunter-burton]

Recently, I’ve developed the headcannon that Alex owns a little sketchbook! Absolutely consumed by this idea, I made a physical “replica” of what I think it would look like- including some of the sketches inside! When making these pages in particular, I actually acted out a specific scenario to help myself figure out what to draw. This fic is that scenario a bit more fleshed out. Enjoy :)

Opening Up

It sucked coming home so late, especially with all that rain. After, yet, another dragging day of witnessing absolute horrors, coming home, Alex practically dropped their body into the door. Upon finally stepping into their house, they clicked the door behind themselves, muffling the sobbing clouds

Their weird ass cat, Clyde, sat at the small, round, dining table. Its yellow eyes blinked, “How was work?”

“Exhausting.” After closing and setting down their umbrella, Alex let out a sigh, lifting their uniform’s heavy coat off their hunched body and hung it on the thin coat hanger. “Y’know, the usual. Just gotta… sit down… maybe make a cup of tea.”

“Want me to make bubble water on the…” the creature traced circles in the air, “hot thing?”

“Stove? Yeah, actually. I’d really appreciate it..” Alex paused, brows furrowed, “Wait- you know how to use that thing?”

It nodded, “You turn on the knobs and, then the, sttt..circle thing.. tops turn red. I’ve seen you do it before.”

“Hm, yeah. That sounds about right.” They eased their boots off by the door, then made their way to the kitchen cabinets, “Have at it. I’ll get you a pot.”

As Alex reached for and opened the cabinet doors, Clyde tilted its head, “What’s in the rest of those little doors?”

“Oh, the cabinets?” Alex handed Clyde a small, metal pot, which it, then, took to the sink and began to fill with water. “Just general kitchen stuff. Pots, pans, spices…” they spoke over the rain hitting the road and the pot’s wet, metal hum, “Not the tea though. That’s kinda more where you’re at- by the sink.”

Once the pot was filled, it stopped the water, passed the pot back to Alex and then began to pull open all the little doors, “What does the tea look like?”

“They should be in little boxes. One should have a bear on it?”

Clyde squinted into one of the drawers, “keeyy… leee… sty.. all?”

Alex raised a brow, “Does the word start with a ‘C’” they traced the letter in the air.

“Yes.”

“‘Celestial!’ That’s them.”

“Alright.” Clyde sifted through the boxes “Which one you want? Green? Sleep?… Gine grr?”

“Ginger? Ginger sounds nice.”

Clyde echoed Alex’s voice, “Ginger it is.”

“Thanks!”

Clyde huffed, “Don’t mention it.” The box rustled as it pulled out a tea packet. To the side of the boxes, it spots a brown oddity in the corner, adorned with colorful stickers. It pulls it out, along with the tea, “Hey, what’s this?”

Lights sparked on in Alex’s eyes, “Oh! That’s my sketch book!” They snatched the thing from its claws and began to flip through the pages, “Man! It’s been forever since I’ve opened this thing… I used to doodle in it all the time before this… fuck-ass job.”

Clyde scrunched up its face, “Doodle?”

“Yeah! Here, I’ll show you- hold on, le’me get a pencil!” Alex set the sketchbook on the dining table and raced to their bedroom and, soon, returned with a yellow pointy thing and a tiny metal object with holes. Over the trash can, they stuck the yellow stick into one of the holes, shedding off what appeared to be wood, then returned to the dining table to flip the sketchbook to a blank sheet. With the dark tip, Alex began to write symbols onto the page, narrating every movement, “I’ll start with a circle… then some rectangles… dot- dot… maybe some squiggles for the hair- then a neck…” with every soft scratch the tip made on the page, a line appeared. It was like watching magic. One moment, there was a blank page, then, the next moment, “Line, line, box box…” Alex drew an arrow and wrote

Me

“…And that’s me!”

Clyde sat there for a moment with its jaw ajar, “gimme that thing.” It held out its claw, then shifted its eyes, remembering the magic word “..please.”

“Pencil.” With a wide smile, Alex dropped the pencil into those claws, then twirled their hand, “give it a whirl!”

Clyde clumsily situated the magic stick into its four fingers, then began to scratch the page with the tip. Lines turned into shapes and shapes turned into little units of invigoration. First, there was the face, then the horns, the uniform stripes down its sleeves, then the large zipper in the center of its chest. Once blank, this section of the page was now Clyde’s closest replica of its reflection. To top off the illustration, it, while admittedly crude, attempted to copy Alex’s arrow and Me.

Arms crossed, Alex sipped on their ginger tea and nodded, “Nice! That’s actually pretty good for your first time!”

It felt as if some tingling force was tugging on the corners of Clyde’s mouth and from the inside of it’s chest. For some reason, though, it didn’t mind- it couldn’t mind. Dismissing the sensation, however, it looked up to its next subject, sitting across from it, and, once again, scratched at the page, lines flowing more than they did before, now that the pencil was solid in its claws. Once the image manifested, Clyde, again, copied the arrow, pointing to the portrait of Alex, writing:

YOU

Seeing that the page was now full, it dropped the pencil.

“Yeah!” Alex took the pencil and wrote the word by Clyde’s drawing of them.

Clyde shifted its eyes to the previous page and up to the writing stuck up in the corner. It pointed to this mysterious text, “What does this, in the corner, mean?”

“That’s the date,” Alex passed the pencil back to Clyde, “I always jot it down when I finish my drawings so I can look back and know when I drew it.”

“Hm.” Clyde twirled the pencil back into its four fingers, “What’s today?”

“Uhm…” their voice trailed off as they stood up and made their way to their calendar, “1988…January…”

In the corner of the page, Clyde scratched down the year and its closest approximation of the spelling for what it heard:

JANeeuARY

“Today’s a Tuesday… the twelfth!”

TWelth

The tip skating across the grainy texture of the page was an addictive vibration. Clyde flipped the page, then paused, eyes darting around the room for a new subject to draw, eventually landing on the front door. It scribbled down two rectangles, one for the door, then one for the door’s window, through which rain could be seen pouring down from the sky, then, finally, a circle representing the door’s handle. Besides the sketch, it drew an arrow, labeling the sketch:

DOR

“A door?”

“Well,” Clyde crunched its face, “what else am I supposed to draw?”

“Hm,” Alex put their chin on top of their hand, “What’s your absolute favorite thing in the world?”

After a moment, Clyde lit up and began to scratch at the page once more, first outlining several shaky curves, then scribbling in the one at top, and, finally, adding two triangles and a jagged mouth for a face, making a Jack-o-Lantern and, with an arrow, labeling it:

FAVORit thing

“Oh nice!” Alex beamed, “Yeah, I like Halloween too.”

Clyde dropped the pencil and slid it to them, now setting it’s chin on its hand, “What ‘bout you?”

“Oh- shoot…” Alex’s spine pulled them straight soon before they held their chin, “I need to think about this one- hold on…” their voice trailed off until, “Ah! Got it!” They snatched the pencil, twirled the book to face them, and sketched away. With five fingers, as opposed to four, their lines were, clearly, a lot more cohesive, dancing together to suggest depth in what appeared to be a ghost popping out out a TV screen, exclaiming,

BOO!

Alex turned the sketch book back to Clyde, who read the note they left besides the illustration:

I really like horror movies!

“Horror movies, huh?” Clyde looked back up from the page to Alex, “Like that Critters thing you showed me last week?”

“Yeah.” Alex's eyes sparkled, “Oh- and especially- like- the really bad ones. I heard “Creepazoids” is supposed to be awful- I bought it yesterday.”

Clyde scoffed, “You humans are weird.”

Alex smiled, “Wanna watch it?”

There was a moment where the sound of rain hitting the roof filled the room.

A smile. That’s what that tingling tug was, “Sure.” Clyde smiled.

[rye-kin]

Bitches will look at something n say “what if it was on the sea, what if it was in space?”

ITS ME IMMMMM BITCHES!!!! AUGHH

Anyway fish jnh

[expy-ceri]

L’il introductory comic for the @kirbyoctournament, I tagged everyone’s characters I drew under the comic

Other’s OCs! Left to right. hopefully i didn’t bungle any of their designs..

J is @moonverc3x’s, Starstruck Dee is @starflungwaddledee’s, Dotty is @cauliarty’s, Moroshi is @clairetimes’s, Wisp is @moonsharkss’, Fecto Flora is @ceoofmetagala’s and Aife is @kosmic-autokrat’s

I’m so sorry for all the tagging if it bugs any of you I’m just giving credit :’)

[furretfae]

Can I offer y’all an Odysseus design :3

During the Trojan war, of course!

Two versions, so you can see his face :D

Gave him some (lightly inspired by) linothorax armor and that dolphin shield he’s said to have. There’s some other little easter eggs in there but his design is mostly just what I like!

He’s got a ribbon from Penelope tied on his helmet 🥰 Don’t ask how it managed to stay in one piece, it’s the power of love ig

Forgive me for any inaccuracies, I draw to have fun and this design is just how I see my guy :> I like mixing interpretations and inserting some of my own^^

[danosrosegarden]

this the shit that the cheesy ass riddler followers were probably posting in their dark web forums in the 2022 batman

[goosecastle41]

The beginnings of Kremy being a dad anyone? This is sorta written a little different from girl dad Gideon cause. Well. You’ll see

First, you must understand something about my kid au. And that is… Kremy didn’t want to keep her at first.

Shocking I know. The cold blooded conman lizard man who’s only goal in life is to make coin doesn’t want to raise a child? Who would have thought.

But on a real note here, when the decision to keep her is made, Kremy makes it painfully clear to Gideon that he is responsible for the child. He needs to keep her fed and clothed and clean. He needs to watch her and entertain her and keep her out of trouble. He needs to parent her. Kremy wants no part. Sure he’ll make sure nothing bad happens to the kid if need be, but he doesn’t want to be her parent.

So at first, Kremy’s more like.. a distant uncle that doesn’t really know how to deal with kids. Like Kremy is the sort of guy where a child would bring him a toy cellphone and he’d just stare at it instead of pretend answer it, ya know? She tries to engage with Kremy in play pretend but Kremy just.. doesn’t get it. She tries to play games with Kremy but he only ever engages half heartedly, if at all.

And at a certain point, it kinda starts to eat at Kremy. Because he can absolutely see the heart break on her face when he doesn’t understand the make believe scenario she’s trying to convey. He can see the way her shoulders slump down when he isn’t fully interested in her silly games. He hates the way she shuffles off to go find Gideon when Kremy gets overloaded by the amount of questions she asks and he can’t help but end up snapping… Kremy just. Isn’t good with kids at first.

Kremy can tell it hurts Gideon too.. Gideon’s grown so close to his little girl (which I desperately need to name at some point but I can’t think of a good one. Or even what race she should be) and to see her so dejected because she can’t seem to get any closer to Kremy, it’s painful.

Kremy is… A selfish man, I would say. Selfish in the way that he doesn’t really care about other people. Evident by the way he can and will easily con anyone. He’ll lie and cheat and steal without a second thought. He’s selfish… But only to people he doesn’t give a damn about.

Gideon… Gideon he cares for so much.

So you damn well know Kremy would try to do better.

I imagine it happens in a simple way. They’re stopped in a new town so they can refill on supplies and maybe find the kid a new pair of shoes. She’s been growing fast and her current shoes are starting to get too tight. Walking into a general store, Gideon lets the girls hand go so she can run around on her own and look at what the shop has to offer. She’s off like a shot of lightning, Gideon calling after her to stay in his sight.

They’re perusing the shop, picking out bits and things that they need. Kremy’s talking to the shop keep while Gideon looks through a rack of children’s shoes close by. Kremy sees out of the corner of his eye the kid run up to Gideon, stars in her eyes.

“Can I have this!?” She asks excitedly, holding up a pink shirt with white stitching. “My size! See?!” She says, moving to hold the shirt against her front to show that it indeed does look like it would fit perfectly. Gideon looks to her, seeing her excited and pleading expression and unable to stop himself from checking just how much coin he has.

When he counts it up, a grimace works it’s way across his face. “Ahh.. Maybe not this time sweetheart. Ya really need a new pair a shoes.”

Immediately her face falls, the excitement washing off in an instant. Her arms drop to her sides, the shirt now hanging limp in her grasp. “Oh… Okay…” And just as she turns to go put it back, Kremy just can’t stop himself.

“How ‘bout we just put it on my tab this time, huh?”

She turns back around in an instant, eyes back to shining like diamonds. “Really?! You mean it?” She asks, moving to the counter where Kremy and the shop keep stand.

“Sure. But just the one time, alright?”

She bolts forward, crashing into Kremy’s legs and wrapping her arms around him in a giant hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!” She says happily, almost bouncing with her joy. Normally when she would hug or even touch Kremy, his arms would go up in that “I don’t know this child, why is it touching me” type of way, but this time he sort of just.. awkwardly pats the top of her head.

“Yeah.. Don’t mention it kid.”

She lets go, turning to Gideon, “I wanna put it on now. I wanna wear my pretty pink shirt.” She declares in that way children do. That “I want it so it must be done now” type of way. Gideon just shakes his head, a chuckle in his chest. The shop keep points Gideon to the changing rooms and Gideon leads her back and lets Kremy pay for his items and the shirt.

The shopkeep has this look on his face Kremy can’t quite parse as he tallies up the price. It’s a mix of amusement and fondness Kremy thinks, and it kind of bugs him a bit.

“Something funny, friend?”

The shopkeep glances up from his pad of paper for a moment before his smile grows a bit wider and waves a dismissive hand. “Oh, nothing. I just think it’s lovely to see the types of families that come through here” the man says.

Kremy really doesn’t have anything to say to that.. He doesn’t really know what to say. He just nods and hands over the right amount of coin for what he bought before he heads out of the shop. Kremy takes out a cigarette and lights it as he waits for Gideon and the kid.

It’s not long before his two companions also make their way out of the shop. Gideon carries the loot from the shop while the kid bursts out of the door, wearing a new pair of shoes and her brand new shirt. “Look Kremy! Ain’t I pretty?” She asks, twirling a few times to show off how her shirt billows out a little.

That joy is firmly present in her eyes again. No longer is that water disappointment clouding her expression. She beams brightly, her teeth on full display in her beautiful smile, cheeks fat and round. And all because Kremy bought her a pink shirt. He can’t help but smile back.

“You sure are, doll.”

[asmidge]

Decorated some of my Yamcha cards! 💕

[cat-in-the-desert]

yeah ykw? Hi tumblr!! Wasn’t planning on posting this here but! Have a look at my first 6 reference drawings for the Rescue Fire animatic I’m working on, based on the fic (Rescue Fire) by @imaginethat0327! 6 (ish, technically more) to go!