#but ya kno……

[ichiro-artosaki]

this is the type of romance novel shadowheart would read in her spare time (and the type of daydreams she'd have of lae'zel asldkf!!)

a;lsdkfj and the sketch/lines as a lil bonus

[yilingpapi]

panel redraw of shameless gremlin

[radiance1]

Red Hood was in the middle of threating a group of criminals, putting the fear of him and the regret of why the hell they decided to do that today in them when the nearby wall crumpled apart.

Red Hood blinked behind his mask.

Danny, cross-dressed to hell and back because he agreed to be Sam's mannequin a while prior slowly lowered his leg back to the ground, levelling him a glare that, were he a weaker man and not having grown up with the bat-glare, would have had cowering. "And just what do you think you're doing, oh husband of mine?"

Red Hood calmly reloaded his gun before stashing it away, sending a quick tip to one commissioner before shifting to regard his husband. "You're back early." He said calmly.

"There was a change of plans and I come back only to find my injured spouse to running around like an idiot"

Red Hood scoffed, crossing his arms. "I don't think you of all people get to question what I do whilst injured." Narrowed eyes and an increased glare was his reward for his snark, before the crisp click of heels echoed in the warehouse as Danny walked over to him before jabbing him in the side.

His injured side, mind you.

Jason only let out a hiss, tilting slightly more from the force than the pain as Danny took that moment to grab the back of his collar and yanking him down into his arms, shifting around until he was in a princess carry and walking towards the new door he installed minutes prior.

"I can walk, you know." Red Hood pointed out but, like the bastard he is, made no attempts to even change his situation.

"Injured." Danny simply said, and that was enough for him to shrug his shoulders and cease his already non-existent efforts and just shift around a bit for some more comfort.

He should totally do this more often.

[wyervan]

what i saw in my head when i read @moon-buggg ‘s Job Interview drabble they wrote for their Haunted House AU.

I think I may have misinterpreted Sun’s ruff collar though; when I was looked at some of your drawings, moon-bugg, I realized it seemed to be laying as if it was made of softer material, not nearly as stiff as I drew it here. I apologize if this is the case—I’ll get it right next time :3c

Anyway, it was really fun tryna mash our styles together. I hope you like it 🥺.

also u should know that you’ve converted me from a lime green/highlighter yellow-hater to trying to use it constantly in my palettes

diff versions below the cut!

magenta-haired antennaed sona version! i’ve seen you color them with green hair at some point too so i hope this is okay. love the idea of someone going to a job interview with a straps-out kinda look😝

… and a lineart-only version if you’re into that kinda thing

[hurtingbuck]

[littlegeecko]

Ouuhhhhggg flynns pretty smileeeee and carl's art skillssss am i right

[sketchy-tour]

Sooooooooo.... Ponies, am I right?

listen LISTEN LISTEN!!! I've been!!! I've been drawing pony au stuff for the past day cause I felt like combining my comfort medias together for funzies.

OBVIOUSLY I am in no way the first one to design a pony Wally! This is just my design for him!!! Anyway, have some extra doodles below~

Last doodle is pony Dandy with Berrie, an oc owned by @randompony03

Anyway pony blast over! :3c

[whilomm]

okay you know what. how about this. lets post our Anti-Despair Plans. what actual actionable things, big or small, voting/organizing/charity/getting yourself together/whatever related are you gonna do.

My list only has 3 things so far cause I only want to put specific exact things on here (no "look into local groups...." on my list until i have the names of the local groups)

reup my Volunteer Deputy Registrar certification, which'll mean I can register people to vote. I had several coworkers when I was reminding them about voting say "oh I forgot to register" or "oh I can register day of, right?" (not in texas). In real life, I encountered FAR more people who didnt vote just cause they didnt know about deadlines/forgot to register/didnt know they HAD to register than I did anyone abstaining out of protest. So, thats my project, reup my VDR and register people. Get annoying about it, eavesdrop, someone saying they need to register? pull out my folder and do it.

instead of randomly donating when I feel like it, actually make a charity budget and set aside a lil from every paycheck. I'm awful about budgeting just in general, and have a "well if im not donating like $50 it doesnt matter" complex so. get better about remembering even $1 helps, and actually budget for it.

craft more. this ones just for me, but take that roll of leather and actually use it. I have patterns, I have plans, Get To It.

anyway. what specific, non-vague small actions are you planning on?

[fedlc]

john malevolent

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

15 years old with powers

[ajwalkerartblog]

I need more scenes of them just dancing please and thank you

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[painfully-unoriginal]

okaaayy

[psycoaces21]

For the super villian Danny, having Clockwork drop him off in the DC universe give big this is my playground/playpen energy to me like to Clockwork Danny is just a bae bee just a wee liddol one he's basically dropping Danny off in another universe like it's a sandbox and telling him to go ham

[littlegeecko]

Making sense of it.