#crayon damien

[piplicious]

My brain is a stock market and the stock prices in Dip just went up. Tiny British bug and tiny Satan-spawn bird are. Chilling in my mind right now.

a buvg. and a . bied.....

aww pip wont be eated..because love and peace on planet earth !!💛

[heart-of-the-card]

Damien cause he has purple hair 💜

That one Damien maid thing

[creeksidekiller]

which crayola crayon shade reminds me of which smosh cast member because why not 🖍️

shayne:

chanse:

courtney:

damien:

angela:

ian:

arasha:

anthony:

tommy:

amanda:

olivia:

keith:

spencer:

trevor:

[gotham-daydreams]

My personal headcanon is that reader isn't close with Damien, but is completely cool with him just because he's an asshole to everyone and he's like ten. Like reader wished that they could have been a cool older sibling bond, but no one has a normal sibling bond with Damien so technically he didn't discriminate. Actually, Tim gets the worst of it lol. Damien treating reader like shit is more or less his relation to most other family members, and I respect that. Also, it's really cute that his yandere tendency is just, "I want a drawing buddy." Adorable. Say less kid, I'm already breaking out the crayons as we speak. But we're not close like that, so I'm not sharing copic markers.

Dick knocks the window like "He ignores you and he's just a lil guy. I do it, and I am terrible and neglectful. That doesn't seem fair."

"Huh, it's like we older siblings have some more responsibility over younger ones. Weird how that works, doesn't it, Grayson?" and reader shuts the blinds.

That entire last bit is exactly it, and honestly I feel like I don't even have to say anything else LMAO

Damian is Damian, and also everyone else was doing it (including the only two people in the family that Damian is known to have a high respect for or at least favorites/just puts above the others to some degree), so it almost makes too much sense that he ends up sort of neglecting the reader as well and treating them like how he did before.

Nevertheless, I fully agree with your headcanon and I think it's neat! Thanks for sharing it!

[human-space-heater]

Batfam Incorrect Quotes (Part 2 feat: Gotham Sirens)

Jason: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. Cass:  There are no books in prison. Jason: *sighs* Thank you. 

Tim: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

 *Jason is comforting Dick* Jason: Stop crying because it’s over. Start smiling because Damien is someone else’s problem now.

Damien: Tim gave me a get better soon card. Dick: That's sweet! Damien: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.

Damien: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!! Duke: Damien- Duke: It- it was just an ant-

Cass: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Harley I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship. Ivy: These are handcuffs. Harley: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Ivy: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Ivy: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table* Selina: ...Thanks.

[captaincapsicle83]

The Little Pests

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary- Sam’s friend, an IT worker for Stark Industries turned new recruit, has a crush on an avenger. Being a good wingman (hehe, get it?) does everything he can to get the reader and Bucky closer, even enlisting the help of other avengers.

It’s almost obnoxious actually.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main romance, rest platonic), Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader, avengers x reader

TW: Cursing, Sam and Clint being silly, “suicide” but like, it’s a bobs burgers reference (you’ll see)

A/N: I was bored, so I pushed aside EVERY OTHER WIP I should be working on (about eight separate ones), left all my drafts open, completely ignored my old, geriatric ideas, and wrote something off a whim

Behold, my capricious work of art

“And, this is our kitchen, that’s our toaster. The toaster is always broken don’t try to use it,” Sam says. His right arm is on your shoulder, the left gesturing around the room, showing you around he compound.

“Why doesn’t it-” You’re cut off by a man with light brown hair swatting the toaster with his fist.

“You whore! I want my poptart!” He grunts.

“He’s why,” Sam shakes his head, and rolls his eyes. Clint Barton; Hawkeye, Destroyer of toasters.

Clint whips around, disgust evident on his face, “Oh, no, no, no, Sir. Don’t act like I’m suddenly the only one to blame here. Take a look at Mr. Banner and his anger issues, the cyborg, or, better yet Sammy, look in the fucking mirror.”

You decided right then and there that you liked Clint. “Sammy” scowled at Barton, before motioning for you to sit at the table. He had already shown you around the rest of the compound, including your room, making the kitchen your last stop.

As Sam rummaged through the cupboards, Clint sat in a chair across from you, groaning and huffing like an old dad with aching joints (Clint couldn’t be more than in his thirties or fourties’).

“Are you here to fix the toaster?” He asks you, his voice sad and his eyes even sadder. He was like those little animals with big eyes of pleading in Disney films.

“No, I’m sorry. I could try,” you suggest the last part, and he perks up. He sits up straight in his chair, rather than sprawling, and shifted to drumming his hands on the table.

“Met anybody else yet?” He asks, Sam still looking for food with not much luck.

“Nada, just you and Sam,” You say, truthfully. You had honestly expected more traffic, but were just the same grateful to be mostly undisturbed.

“Oh, good, you’re lucky. After us, it all goes down hill,” He “tsk-tsk”’s. “Let’s give you a run down. There’s Bruce and Tony, they’re our brains. They don’t sleep. They’re, like, tier two after Sam and I. Also tier 2, we got Natasha and Wanda. They’re scary. I will not elaborate. Tier 3, Vision, Thor, Rhodes, Spider-Kid. Mostly uneventful around the compound, Visions here the most, other three not as much. Then there’s our senior citizens in the bottom tier. Steve and Bucket. If they were a spice, they’d be flour.”

The way Clint was talking, it felt like the scene in mean girls where Janice and Damien find Cary in the bathroom. You were giggly at his little hand motions and theatrical way of painting the scene.

“What makes you and Sam tier 1?” You ask, Sam coming over with two jars of peanut butter, spoons sticking out of them.

“Birds!” They both yell to each other. When you make a face at Sam’s offer of a jar of peanut butter, Clint takes it right away. You watch in wonder as the two bicker with each other, getting the feeling they were the only ones who found themselves to be “tier 1.”

***

You had been with the avengers for, say, about 7 months, finding it easy to make friends and have fun between missions and SHIELD duties.

“Well,” Clint was saying to you and Sam, the three of you sitting at the compounds dining table, coloring with crayons on printer paper. “I’m glad you two are having fun, because I am going to kill myself.”

He holds up a poorly manufactured picture of a duck. You all convulge into a set of late night giggles.

It was four am, and you had all just returned early from a mission. After a mission, especially one where you could sleep on the way back, you sometimes found it nice to unwind with your teammates.

As you all tried to compose yourselves, you didn’t even notice someone else enter the kitchen part of the kitchen, not until Sam called out to them that is.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?”

“Hmm? Nothing. Coffee,” He looked startled, then straight back to basically being dead tired. The bags under his eyes looked like they just took a trip to Costco.

He looks reluctant, and like his mind has to do a lot of mental gymnastics to convince himself to do so, but ultimately he sits down at your table.

You’re drawing a picture of some birds (well, what was supposed to look like birds) in a little bird house. Your heart was beating about 10 decibels faster, and your hands became more unsteady.

Clint and Sam both privately took note of your change in demeanor. The way instead of using circle motions either your crayons, as you had been, you were pressing harder and going up and down. And how you simply just layer them on the table rather than back in the box. And the short sweet glances sent to one new person at the table….

***

Private messages between Sam Wilson and Clint Barton that you should never have seen, had you not been playing candy crush on Clint’s phone one Saturday morning. You’re a snooper, you snoop, it’s what you do.

Wednesday 5:36 am

Clint: Are you sleeping bbb

Sam: that best better not stand for what I think it does…

Clint: Y/n left me after you and Bucky did. Think the girl needed time to fantasize

Sam: YOU NOTICED TOO

Clint: I see everything, always

Sam: ominous

Sam: Clinton have you ever watched the bachorlette

Clint: I loveeee where this is going

Sam: I think she has a little crush

Sam: we should set them up

Clint: I can already see the kids

Clint: they’ll be names Sam and Clint of course

Clint: after us

Saturday, 9:29 am

Unread

Sam: did you destroy my fucking coin master village 17 times???

Sam: Barton, your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it

***

Dead. You promised Clint and Sam they were dead.

At first, you thought it was just a joke. Until the advancements started.

It was Thursday, the team gathering for a dinner, as they did every once in awhile. As soon as you entered the room, you saw Clint and Sam basically playing musical chairs to keep an empty seat open next to Bucky Barnes.

“Are…Are you two okay?” Steve asked, genuine fear and concern on his face.

“Totally.”

“One-hundred percent.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’re acting weird captain.”

Steve sits, slack jawed, at a loss for a response. As you walk towards the table, your shoulders are grabbed by Clint, who is saying in a sickeningly sweet and chipper voice, “Y/n! Goodness, great to see you! Sit here! There’s a spot next to Bucky! You know Bucky! You love Bucky!”

You were a *mess* the entire dinner, unable to completely focus on anything but breathing patterns.

As the evening was coming to a close and others were dismissing themselves, you made cold hard eye contact with Clint, seated directly across from you. His hands were folded on the table like an innocent school child.

“Barton,” you said, your voice stern. “Wanna play Chinese Checkers?”

He shakes his head violently, but says, “Sam does too.”

Sam gets up from the table, so fast, his chair knocks over and silverware clatters.

You quickly jump up, chasing him down the hall. Clint follows, brandishing a phone camera, a will, and a way.

The rest of the group was frozen now, looking in bewilderment at what was going on. Or rather, their lack of knowledge of what the hell was going on?

“Anybody have input?” Tony asks after a long silence. Everyone looks equally lost.

They all look when a thud sounds in the direction your trio went.

***

Bucky and Steve are walking track to their rooms, later that evening. Steve had mission reports to do, and Bucky had thoughts to process and a diary to write in.

“So, what do you think of the new girl?” Steve pokes the bear, hoping to get a rise out of his friend.

“Hmm, oh. I dunno. She’s nice, I guess,” Bucky shrugs, and Steve’s goofy little smile grows like the grinch’s heart.

“Really? Because you look liked you were having an awful lot of thoughts tonight at dinner. And, you know, you stare at her long enough every other day…”

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

Bucky stares at Steve, unknowing of what to do in this situation. He shrugs again.

“So what?”

“So? So you should, oh, I don’t know, have a real conversation with her instead of just breathing into each others general directions. It’s nauseating having to watch Sam and Clint push you guys into the same space.”

Tonight may have been the first time you noticed, but in truth that kind thing happened in many many scenarios. Even before Clint and Sam connected that dots that you liked him.

They wanted their ship to sail.

***

“You took a shower!?” Clint says to Bucky, in a low and shocked voice. He held an incredulous look on his face, one Bucky wanted to smack right off.

“Yeah, try it sometime,” Bucky quipped.

“Y/n’s in her room,” Clint took a sip of his coffee. She has loads of paperwork. Probably will be in there all day.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and then shuts, not wanting to know why Clint was helping him. In truth, he wasn’t. Clint was helping you.

Within minutes, Bucky was outside your door, giving himself the cutest, peppiest of peptalks. Albeit, in his head because he could not handle the embarrassment of the e door opening to you seeing him babbling like a madman.

So when you did open the door, he tried flashing a warm smile. At the sight of it, you thought you would simply just faint. Right there, thud on the floor.

While your brain was debating whether you would prefer internal or external bleeding of the skull (internal, you decided, wouldn’t mess up your hair) Bucky cleared his throat.

You looked into his blinding blue eyes, the way a deer looks into headlights (meaning any minute you would get hit by the car…)

“Hi,” Bucky breathes out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking.

You wanted to choke yourself out.

“I have something to tell you,” he starts. “Or- or I wanna talk to you.”

“…oh…” FUCKING CHRIST! Oh?? That was the best you had???

“Look, y/n I’ve sorta…I like you, quite a lot. And I’ve been nervous to talk to you or tell you about it, because I really don’t like opening up about my feelings. But-”

You cut him off by pouring out, “Ilikeyoutoo!”

“You- oh…Well…this wasn’t as bad as I had thought then.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah, guess not.”

He doesn’t say anything, the two of you staring into each others eyes. He starts to lean in, his perfect face getting closer to yours. The action feels magnetic as you lean closer.

You take in his features. His brow, his chiseled jawline. The symmetrical two sides to his face, like if you took a meat clever down the center, you’d have matching halves.

Just as you can feel his breathe on your lips, right before the two of you can make contact, you both jolt apart at the sound.

Clint falls from your ceiling, Sam landing on top of him. The metal grate that filtrated the air in your room was below them, broken ceiling tiles, pink insulation and regret strewn about your flooring.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

[fucksurass]

Um wow Hellpark?

I ACTUALLY RLLY LIKE THIS ONE WOW WOW PIP WOW

Hellpark Pip eats ppl, rocks, cement, crayons, bones and Damiens hair.

[pekejscatbed]

Band-aids and too many scars | Jason Todd centric

info/warnings:

SFW age regression, little! Jason, slight cg! Bruce, slight cg! Alfred, lots of fluff with a dash of angst (only a sentence)

batman masterlist

song: little space - sxye

———

It's not the first time Jason finds himself in this position, breaking into Wayne Manor and crawling through his adoptive dads bedroom window while said dad is away at some fancy gala or work meeting, and it's also not the first time that Bruce's bedroom window has been left unlocked and Jason wonders if it's on purpose- if Bruce is aware of what his second son is doing, breaking into his room and regressing to the age of a child to relive the childhood he didn't get to experience, and if Bruce is intentionally leaving the window unlocked to make Jason's feats easier. Either way, Jason tries not to think about it too much, because he really doesn't want Bruce to know about his regression, even if Bruce is the one person Jason craves when he's slipped into that state of mind, and instead he just chooses to believe that the constantly unlocked window is merely a coincidence.

Today, Bruce is attending one of the many galas Alfred urges him to go to in attempt to keep up appearances, and Alfred is with him as part of his "butler duties" as he calls them. Dick is still in Blüdhaven, Tim is on a date with his boyfriend, and Damien is... Jason isn't sure actually- that kid can disappear- but he's not at the manor, so Jason's happy (yes, Jason stalks his family, so what? it's not weird-). Since no one is home, it's the perfect time for Jason to indulge in his coping mechanism, which just so happens to involve breaking into his dad's bedroom, yes- but, in Jason's defense, being in the head space of child makes him crave his childhood home and the comforting smell of his Daddy's cologne, okay?

Speaking of his Daddy, little Jay is currently sitting on his Daddy's king-sized bed, pulling little gear out of the small, black backpack he brought with him. The first item Jay pulls out is his black bat Hello Kitty stuffed animal, a Beanie Baby Halloween plush in an orange outfit with details in the same color. Next, he pulls out two coloring books, the first being Superhero themed and the second being of the Lisa Frank brand; he also grabs a few small packages of crayons. The last thing Jay grabs from his bag is his pacifier, black with a red handle, decorated with a small array of stickers.

Jay slips the paci into his mouth, lightly suckling, and opens his Lisa Frank coloring book; he flips to a page of a girl in a princess dress, standing on what looks like a castle wall, a vase of flowers on the floor next to her. Grabbing a light brown crayon, Jay colors her skin first, then switches the color to a dark purple to color the girls curly hair, lips, and eyeshadow. Next, he grabs hot pink to color her dress, switching to a light pink to color the big bow on the front of her gown. Jay then moves onto the flowers, filling them in with different shades of purple and pink, then colors the vase with a orange-ish-brown. Finally, Jay colors the castle walls grey, switching between dark and light shades for every other brick.

The little continues coloring for a while, filling in a couple more pages, the last he does being a picture of Batman from his Superhero book, a present for his Daddy when he's finished, though he knows he'd never actually give it to the man (Jay wipes away the tears building up in his eyes with a sniffle, wishing the thought away). Once the picture is fully colored, Jay smiles at his work with pride, before a small yawn escapes his lips, muffled by his paci. His eyes start to close and his shoulders begin to droop, and the boy realizes just how sleepy he is and lies down on side, curling in on himself and grabbing his Hello Kitty stuffie to cuddle up to his chest. In his small, sleepy state, Jay falls asleep in the comfort of his Daddy's bed, forgetting that he really isn't supposed to be there in the first place.

———

When Bruce comes home and steps into his room, the last thing he expects to see is his second son asleep on his bed with a stuffed animal in his arms, an adult pacifier in his mouth, and a mess of crayons and coloring books next to the boy's body. The man takes in the sight before him, a fond, although slightly confused, smile on his lips.

Alfred comes up behind Bruce, wondering why his Master has stopped in the middle of his doorway with a genuine happiness on his face, though the butler immediately understands when his eyes lay on Jason, and he smiles, too, then whispers, "It seems Master Jason has made a mess. Shall I clean up for him?"

Bruce nods, though advises Alfred to be quiet, careful, not wanting to risk waking his sleeping son, then lightly walks towards his closet to change out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes. Alfred understands and quietly puts away all the crayons in their respective boxes, going as far as to put them in color order, then moves to pick up the coloring books, eyes widening when he sees the open page of a fully colored Batman. The butler waves over Bruce, who is pulling on a shirt, and shows him the carefully colored picture, hand drawn hearts covering the border as well as the single word, "Daddy".

Grinning, Bruce takes in the picture, asking Alfred to rip it out of the coloring book for Bruce to keep (Alfred has always been better at tearing along perforated lines than Bruce). Alfred does as asked, then gently puts the packages of crayons and coloring books into the backpack at the end of the bed, making sure to keep the Batman page out. As he does this, Jason shivers from his spot on Bruce's bed, a mumbled, "Daddy" falling from his lips as his pacifier gently slips out of his mouth and onto the bed next to him. Both Alfred and Bruce smile warmly at the sight, and Bruce grabs the fuzzy blanket at the end of his bed and gently covers his son with it. He then grabs the pacifier, asking Alfred to clean it off, then slowly pushes it back between his sons' lips. Once Jason is warm and comfortable, and the bed is clean, Bruce and Alfred both quietly make their way out of the bedroom, Bruce slowly shutting the door behind him with the coloring page in hand.

Together, the Master and his butler search the internet for answers to Jason's behavior and learn about the terms Age Regression and Little Space, quickly understanding the coping mechanism and how and why it would benefit Jason.

———

When Jason wakes up, all his coloring tools are put away, and moonlight shines in through the window he came in. His eyes widen, realization setting in; someone saw him. Quickly, Jason shoves his pacifier and stuffed animal into his bag, momentarily pausing when he comes across a plastic baggie filled with chocolate chips cookies. A light blush spreading across his tanned cheeks, Jason shakes his head, leaving the same way he came in.

(He eats the cookies when he gets to his apartment, the taste immediately giving away who baked them: Alfred. Jason smiles.)

[seraphim-coinz]

Hellou, NPTs for a Nonhuman Artist? –– MascNeu mainly, thank you. ^^ –– And sorry if your requests are closed! We are unable to tell.. ;;

System Names: The Artists. The Pallete Collection. The Artsy System. The Artists of Old. The Crayon Creatures. The Creators and Creatures. The Alienated Artists.

Names: Lilith. Hyde. Canvas. Abstract. Indigo. Apollo. Micah. Angelo. Leo. Quill. Blooded. Poe. Damien. Davy. Ghost. Onyx. Raven. Spider. Ivory. Rouge. Umber. Carmine.

Pronouns: Art/Arts. Ink/Inks. 🔏/🔏s. Void/Voids. Odd/Odds. Pain/Paints. Flesh/Fleshes. Bone/Bones. Neon/Neons. Rust/Rusts. Soul/Souls. Blue/Blues. Crim/Crimsons. Colo/Colors. Rose/Roses. Thorn/Thorns. Pas/Pastels.

Usernames: otherworldlyart. bloodredboy. zombiedoesart. fleshypaintbrushes. goreypaintset. thetorturedartist. pastelblood. toogoodtobehuman. feralartist. thestarvingartist.

Titles: [term] who is an Artist. The Being who Paints. That Thing who Makes Art. [prn] who Paints With Blood. [prn] Who Holds Pencils in [prn]s Claws. The Monstrous Creator.

Genders: Fluidartic/Fluxartic. Splashpaintartic. Spraypaintartic. Affectideric. Anomalmasc. Cosmicamour. Rgbalukahgender. Femferal/Neuferal/Mascferal.

Labels: BIPOC Nonhuman. Butch/Futch/Femme Nonhuman. Nonhuman Otter. Bianthro. Paraanthro. Shadow Nonhuman. Genderless Nonhuman.

[blazenfire223]

[ID in undercut]

⚠⚠ CW: Vomit for Slide 3 ⚠⚠

Days 16-18

Day 16. Star- A redraw of a sketch Kate (chibiq122) did featuring Sariel and Raph. I adore it so much so I wanted to redraw it for this prompt. I love having her lads interact with mine. The second slide shows Kate's art :>

Day 17. Poison- Raziel isn't the most ethical of scientists despite being a lawyer...

Day 18. Ancient Portrait- A marble bust of Damien back during the ancie Greek or Roman times. It was likely found in either a museum or Damien had it stashed in the house somewhere.

[ID 1/5: A traditional illustration of Sariel (Blind Bear AU) and Raph (chibiq122's Star Weaver AU). This is an illustration based off a sketch of Chibiq122's. Raph is carefully holding his blue star necklace out towards Sariel. Sariel grips Raph's shoulder as they hold their shaky hand out towards the Star and look at it with fear. It looks very similar to the Star that caused their fall. "It's okay this time, I promise," Raph tells Sariel.

[ID 2/5: The original sketch of Sariel and Raph done by Kate (chibiq122). The redraw was pretty much a 1 to 1 with the original.

[ID 3/5: A traditional illustration of Azra (Bun and Dove AU) and Raziel (Lawyer Bois AU). Bun is in the foreground puking in a toilet. His while Raziel is in the back with a clipboard and observing the scene. "Hmm...Not discorporated but also not a llama," Raziel says as he looks at Azra. Off to the left is a red solo cup filled with the poison that Raziel used to poison Azra. All for science.

[ID 4/5: A traditional crayon portrait of Damien. His face is like an ancient marble bust of Damien's face. Sariel's hand is seen holding the statues cheek. They enjoy the way the statue looks.

[ID 5/5: The ineffable Reverse AU prompt list. There are 31 days. 1. Meet the cast, 2. Comfy, 3. Wound, 4. RIP, 5. First Meet, 6. Witch, 7. Weapon, 8. Mushrooms, 9. Memory, 10. Protective, 11. Tempt, 12. Spider, 13. Chains, 14. Sexy, 15. Picnic, 16. Star, 17. Poison, 18. Ancient Portrait, 19. Fire, 20. Water, 21. Moss, 22. Baked Goods, 23. Claws/Teeth/Talons, 24. Buttons, 25. Necklace, 26. Cross-over, 27. Magic, 28. Doll, 29. Sweets, 30. Happily Ever After, 31. Trick or Treat prompt list by @blazenfire223. They can be found on Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, artfol, youtube, and ao3. /End ID]

[heart-of-the-card]

congrats on doing the hard thing!!

i'd love a purple crayon damien, if you're up for it 💜💜

It’s whatever but Damien! Thanks for the ask!

[iherring]

It's Wednesday! - Little Batman: Month One #4

(Oops, posted this a week early, it's available Feb 25th!)

Here we go, the finale to Damien's Month One! Some fights, some twists, some reveals, and a lot of rain!

(The Batman & Me pages provided by a Jon & Moo pencil crayon combo!)

This mini series was a joy to work on, had missed Merry Little Batman when it originally came out but we watched it before starting colours on this one and just got swept away in the fun. So glad it continued onto this series.

Thank you to Morgan, Jon, Lucas, Sabrina, Andrew, and Katie for the great team. Hope you check it out (and if you missed the single issues, keep an eye out for the trade later this year : D)

Written by Morgan Evans, Art by Jon Mikel, Lettering by Lucas Gattoni, Colours by Me & Moo Meng!

[delicate-kitty-collector]

Baby Damien & Baby Rosemary

They both used to love to draw on the walls when they get there tiny skeleton hands on crayons or markers

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Round 2 Match 7

Propaganda

Damillie: “they spent an episode hugging”

“them making up was so cute”

“they are soooo kissing”

“neither of them freaking want to be here”

Emmwayne: “Now is the time to ship the blond bitches together. The two I could not possibly trust with the aux cord. The two I expect to clear the dance floor, but not out of honour but fear. S2 be damned, these kiddos can frogs of death. Also they're like so cute. Emma is orange and yellow and Wayne is red and blue. They're a crayon box.”

“they are both blonde :o) also they just have potentially really cute interactions. emma has been fucked over so many times with her love life, and wayne is stuck as the "single guy" in his trio, they can both come together with their struggle with romance and relationships and have common ground with it. it's just a rlly cute concept”

“the double dates with rajbow would be insane”

[askpippyanddami]

Eat The Crayons. You Know You Want To.

A small photo I took of Damien eating my crayons the other day. He is not that secretive about it yet he still denies he eats them..

I will not be trying to them out, I can already tell how gross the waxiness is in my mouth. (Pip)

HE ATE SOME. (DAMIEN)

[preparfa-2025-lili]

Post n° : 15

Etude de couleurs (digital) :La La Land (Damien Chazelle), Parasite (Bong Joon-ho)

Dessins d'observations

Aquarelle, crayon de papier, liner

Octobre 2024