#fandom jacket

[loudestcloud]

When i said "The fairy tail fandom isn't ready for me" this is what I meant. Shits about to get wild for y'all.

I was super nervous about posting these before making the actual things but I thought that posting the designs I've made might help me get out of art paralysis because people will see it and my brain will get the attention it wants so i can convince it it'll get more if it'll just let me do my work! Anyway, the wings for the happy jacket aren't the same as the ones I brought but everything else will look the same.

[swiftmitsu]

i dunno about you guys,

but I don’t think they like Ink sneaking into their kitchen in the middle of the night

[ayilings]

do we fuck with black parade hatsune miku [wip] 💀🖤

[magicicephoenix]

“Would you kil-” Sun crawling out of the woodwork for no fucking reason other than to be a little shit: “YES”

bad Sun >:( go back in the woodwork where you belong

[poppitron360]

Why is it just a collective fandom thing that we all draw Leo Valdez in a shirt and suspenders? It’s not like Nico’s aviator jacket- like it only mentions him wearing that outfit once, and it mentions more times about his army jacket and how that’s his favourite outfit because pockets so what’s with the suspenders? Why have we all just decided that that’s his thing? Even in fanarts where everyone else is in their chb t-shirts, Leo’s always wearing a white shirt with suspenders. It has become synonymous with his character at this point, and it’s almost hard to recognise him in fanarts where he’s not wearing them. Why is nobody talking about this???? Am I going crazy?? SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE SUSPENDERS, GUYS????

[proxythe]

sorry im really obsessed with this pair … 🧚 u guys must understand… i have a rare pair addiction …

[danka-in-art]

Now the back of TFC inpired dust jacket for @thefoxholefund

[hauntingjasper]

This MIGHT be bunny

[missyorkswhore]

Pedro Pascal and his black jacket 😮‍💨

[mikashida]

I just finished dmc 5

[devilfic]

part two to this because I can't stop thinking about them

you're actually really good at this.

miguel can count on one hand, maybe a few fingers less than that, the number of times he's met his match. not many could keep up with him, could take a blow from the full weight of his fist and stay standing, but you can. and you're relentless.

he could be shaking with rage and by the time he's spent sparring with you, you're still grinning with all the energy you had from when you first started. it's the thing that really excites you, he notices: the thrill of the chase, the struggle, the victory and defeat. because he never sees you get like that unless he's taking you. to the mat.

you get this feverish look in your eyes that he doesn't know how to satiate yet, but he likes testing your limits the same way you test his. he likes seeing that excitement on your face, it makes him keep coming back for more.

until he splits your cheek open.

you hadn't calculated correctly, hadn't considered how close his talon would come to your face until it had torn the skin beneath your eye in two. the blood dribbles down your cheek.

miguel's eyes go wild. when he first felt the resistance against his claw, he'd thought of much, much worse. he'd stood there, hand hovering between the two of you in a stunned silence waiting for something worse to happen. he watched the red pearl at the cut, so slim that had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have even hesitated, "shit."

you touch a finger to the blood, smearing it, "it's okay, it's nothing."

it is nothing. to anyone else in the spider society, it would be nothing. the super healing would kick in and wouldn't even scar. and he'd seen you heal before, had left bruises on you that mended themselves within hours.

he presses his thumb to the cut. a bead of your blood sits on the surface of his finger, a reminder that as strange and wonderful and powerful as you are, you bleed all the same. you watch him, curious, "you can have some. if you want."

his eyes flicker to you with that same shock from when you'd first caught him off guard, "what?"

you gesture to his thumb, "my blood. I don't mind it."

miguel stares, "I'm not a vampire."

"that's what gwen called you."

"I'm... spiders have fangs."

you frown, "then why-"

"are you sure you're okay?" miguel asks, even though he sees for himself that the blood has stopped. soon, your skin would sew itself back together. soon, this wouldn't even matter.

you soften. you melt. miguel doesn't know what to do with all the warmth in your expression... "of course. I can handle you, o'hara. no need to be gentle." and there you go again. you know exactly what you're doing when you say those words and look up at him like that. he feels hot under the collar. he presses his thumb into your cheek and smears the blood even more, but you just laugh, "I knew you had a soft spot for me."

his grumble is meant to be a growl—a warning—but he comes off sounding like a puppy who's bitten off more than he could chew, "not in this universe."

part three

[softiedingo]

I just woke up and then there's this man wearing a tight leather jacket 🥹

[teedge]

"It's too cold for pirates"

Silly Kwazii, it's not that cold.

I was mimicking an art style of a really good book I read as a kid. If you recognize the book then you'll understand the style.

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[aust-een]

Couldn’t pick one out of this lot of photo’s so have a few, you’re welcome.

[danka-in-art]

Back of the TKM inspired dust jacket for @thefoxholefund ✨️✨️