#becoming a goat

[tani-b-art]

Now, the ridiculous online blabber and faux counter arguments are that A’ja plays the “slowest” position at center and with that, she isn’t guarded by the “best” or the most “athletic” players on the other teams and she has a leverage in her favor because of that with her not playing a forward.

(didn’t I tell y’all that because she continues to excel that they’d concoct something and anything to deny her greatness)

That one anon/undercover A’ja lover once sent me an anon saying A’ja shouldn’t have gotten her DPOYs because she doesn’t guard the “best” opponent because she’s a center and only guards other centers. (either it’s payola or anti-fans are having secret meetings planning to come up with the next weak reasonings—must be an e-manual with scripted verbiage)

So, once again:

A’ja routinely is at center but she can switch up and play forward too. She interchanges between the two. With that, she also guards both centers and forwards. She’ll typically play center and guard a center but at times, she’ll play at center and guard a forward or play at forward and guard a center.

She’s a center (that can be a forward too) that drives to the paint from the top of the key or down the baseline against guards, forwards and centers. She’s a center (that can be a forward too) with ball handles and can cross up guards, forwards and centers. She’s a center (that can be a forward too) that brings the ball up and down the full length of the court. She’s a center (that can be a forward too) that is very automatic with her bankable, signature mid-range jumper from any angle and can pull the center or forward guarding her far out of their spot around the paint and knock down 3s. She’s blocking any player regardless of position. She’s guarding any player of any position. And her opponents’ entire lineup guards her. From point guards to forwards. [and this doesn’t even scratch the surface of her 23-24 highlights; didn’t include any from 22 at all, the other yr she earned her first DPOY]

What she is is unguardable and multi-positioned and she’s inching her way to being a guard which is going to make her positionless.

[acoraxia]

his name is Jahel; they have a p neat 'friendship'

[infernal-lamb]

some rushed doodles of our new goat darling........I have so many plans for them

[tubbytarchia]

Missed drawing these two too

Bonuses

[lescarnetsdehaku]

Hear the music, hear the pipers!

See how life is beautiful. When a life drifts away, a thousand more memories prevail. For a life that is lost, they'd live in thousand stories, and a thousand more hearts will tell them again !

[axolotluv]

Purplinder

[audible301]

There’s a world where Zelda and Mary Ann became friends freshman year.

Theres a world where these two quiet, awkward, nerdy teenage girls with RAGE found each other in a class for traditional barbarians and bonded over their not fitting in.

There’s a world where Mary Ann becomes an ally to the bad kids after Zelda gets kidnapped.

There’s a world where even after Zelda joins the seven she and Mary Ann train together because they just get each other.

There’s a world where they help each other with that instead of both being mentored by Porter.

You cannot look at me for a second and tell me Porter is able to pretend to know how to connect with either of them but goddamn do their strengths and weaknesses compliment each other.

[ourrechte-blog]

A Funny Take on Damian killing Danny

Yes, this is demon twins au. You know the trope, Ra's Al Ghul makes Damian and Danyal fight to the death. Now here's the humorous take

Damian loves killing his brother. Sure, the killing itself isn't fun, but what comes after? He loves it. Because in his pit madness, Danyal behaves like a badger. And Damian, inheriting his father's lack of self preservation, has absolutely no problem trying to wrangle the feral animal that is his brother

[grape-souffle]

Back with some cult of the lamb art!

[wszczebrzyszynie]

czechserwis (czeski fanserwis) + moja bardzo artystyczna interpretacja beboków (lubię kózki)

[bunabi]

hi any advice for a person who's trying to become a professional artist? everywhere I look in any art adjacent industry people are losing their jobs left and right,being underpaid or are freelancing while working a side job,I swear the only ppl doing well are the ai art bitches…I feel like I'm aboard a sinking ship 🥲🫠

I applied to multiple postings yesterday and honestly I don't know anymore 🫠

The illustrator + 2D generalist + concept artist hiring pools are pretty full right now with all the layoffs

Without connections or an insane online following idk how students and entry-level folks are supposed to make it anymore

Recommendations through positive word-of-mouth from my previous clients has been keeping me afloat so far + commissions + patreon, and I'm blessed with a super supportive parent; if I didn't have those things — and if I was able or willing to do a 9-to-5 office job— I would not be in a position to handle this

And honestly AI is a huge issue, don't get me wrong, but it plays a small part of why these creative industries are collapsing.

It's the unforgiving hours, the low pay, the burnout, the layoffs disrupting entire chains of communication, sudden project cancellations due to trend-chasing and investor expectations and internal politics, the looming uncertainty of the future. The unsustainable profit-first infrastructure is just finally buckling I fear.

Possible workaround: pop off as a fan artist and build a following large enough to subsist on subscriptions. Make a new draw-with-me tiktok every other day and/or stream for five to eight hours a day three times a week. I am in no way joking about this. It's a lot of work to get there but at least it yields consistent results. 🧍🏾‍♀️

[tired-nonbinary-rat]

My sister drew the lords in black from our descriptions and I cherish them deeply

[tabooiart]

shout out to tinkys horrible rotting fursuit hes so silly. i like to think theres a corpse in there that hes piloting around ^-^

[secondimpact]

Something, something… sometimes i fantasise about disappearing from life.

[raineandsky]

heyyyy i love your work! could you write about a hero who is given to villain as a gift from supervillain, and although villain is excited his enemy is in his possession at first, he starts to notice the hero is oddly withdrawn. by the time he realizes the hero’s been practically tortured (nothing graphic) by supervillain, he finds himself trying to clean the hero’s wounds. despite his hatred for the other, whatever supervillain did was a step too far. thank you! have a good day 🍀

i hope you have a good day too! thank you for the request as always :)

tw: implied torture/abuse, injury

“Well, I thought [Supervillain] catching you was funny,” the villain says slowly, “but this…”

There’s no words for whatever this is. Old bruises, dried blood. More wounds than the villain dares to count.

Maybe the supervillain’s use of the word ‘catch’ was underselling their part in the hero’s journey here.

The villain had noticed the uncharacteristic quietness, sure, the lack of sharp edges. He’d thought it might be a bruised ego. He thought being gifted the hero meant he got the hero, and not this empty husk that looks like him.

It all makes painful, unfortunate sense.

The villain unties the binds from the hero’s wrists. The hero doesn’t move. “You… you realise you’re not tied down, [Hero],” the villain tries after a second.

The hero glances down at the red raw lines biting his skin. “Yeah.”

The villain stares at him for a long moment. “Okay,” he says shortly. “On your feet.”

The hero lets the villain push him in an awkward shuffle into the bathroom. He watches as the villain rummages through his cupboard, pulls a box down, continues rummaging through that.

“Sit down,” the villain says shortly. “In the bath.”

The hero does as he’s told—a new characteristic, the villain notes—and slumps down in the bathtub. The villain manages to finally wrestle a first aid kit from the box.

“I’ll need you to take your shirt off, okay?” the villain says slowly.

The hero’s expression turns from blank to distressed in a second. “No, I—“

“It’s okay,” the villain cuts in quickly. “I won’t hurt you. I just need to see.”

Eventually, with a bit of gentle pushing, the hero lets the villain tug him out of his shirt. The villain had fully intended to keep his face straight, but he can’t help the gasp of disgust slipping out.

The blood and bruises he saw before are nothing to this. Red tears at every part of the hero’s skin. The villain doesn’t want to look, but if he wants to help he has to face what the supervillain has done.

A small washcloth gets run under the tap, the hero watching distractedly as water seeps into the fabric. The villain carefully sits on the edge of the bath, washcloth wielded in his hand like a shield. “I’m just going to get the worst of it off, [Hero],” he says slowly. The hero glances up at him blankly. “It might sting, but it’s not on purpose, okay?”

This is far from okay, it seems. The hero flinches and fights back tears every time the villain so much as touches him. The villain tries to soothe him as he goes, but he feels a bit like he’s trying to calm a wild animal and that feels unfair on the hero.

The hero looks awful without the blood to cover the worst of it. Bandages are cut and wrapped quickly. The hero sits silently, staring at a spot of scum on the bath in front of him, trembling slightly under the villain’s hands. It’s too much. The villain feels sick.

He has to help the hero out of the bathtub. The man looks like a mummy with how much bandaging the villain has thrown at him, but it should hopefully keep the worst of the damage at bay.

It’s strange, helping his worst enemy in his own home. He hates the hero, despises everything he stands for. But what happened to the word vigilante? What happened to trying to spread the kindnesses the agency refused to afford? The supervillain has gone too far. This is unforgivable.

The villain only has one bedroom in his little house. He offers the hero one of his shirts and sets him in the one bed he has. The hero, from the nervous glancing about and wringing hands, doesn’t like it.

“What—” The words catch on nothing. He clears his throat quickly. “What’s the catch?”

The villain stares at him blankly for a moment. Jesus Christ. “There’s no catch,” he manages after a moment. “I’m trying to help you get better.”

The hero looks more horrified by this. “Why?”

“So you don’t die? I’m not a monster, [Hero].”

The hero’s face scrunches up like he’s going to cry. “O—Okay…”

The villain steers him under the covers as he snivels and breathes in shuddering breaths.

“Some sleep will help,” the villain offers from the doorway. “If it helps, you can lock the door from the inside.”

He taps the chunky lock on the handle, and the hero nods. With a quick, slightly awkward goodnight, the villain lets himself out, and a few seconds later he hears the clunk of the lock turning on the door.

He flops down on the sofa with a sigh. He wasn’t intending to sleep here tonight, but the supervillain’s never been one to respect other people’s plans. It’s hard, dipping in places with use, the cushions paper thin from years of sitting on them.

The villain has always hated the agency. He certainly hates the hero. But laying on his uncomfortable sofa, his own bedroom occupied by an injured, traumatised hero, he kind of feels like he hates the supervillain more.

[dauverney]

this edgy lil shit (they killed the one follower who was supposed to be dinner and ruined the meal for everyone)

yes i’ve been watching old vine compilations