#full face reveal

[andstuffsketches]

[askfordoodles]

A detail I don't see mentioned about the confrontation between Blitzø and Stolas is that while Blitzø is understandably angry and lashing out, he also ends his rant with an invitation to Stolas, imploring, no, demanding he meet him at his level, to get as angry as he is, to FIGHT HIM, right then and there.

We've seen frequently that imps are violent in general, they're originally native to Wrath, and we see that most of their bonding rituals often involve violence and/or bodily harm (just look at how much Millie and Sallie May messed each other up at the end and while being able to laugh about it; a broken bottle fight and broken bones is their version of a light-hearted pillow fight)

While Blitzø is also very self-destructive, even by Hell's standards, it should be noted that he's technically begging for Stolas to connect with him in this moment, to speak a language he understands. "At least respect me enough to fight me! If you care, why walk away? Get real with me, if we can't get physical with our genitals, then at least let us get physical with our fists!"

Unfortunately, Stolas has had the exact opposite cultural upbringing, having been taught his whole life that emotional outbursts are unseemly and improper, so his main go-to for conflicts is avoidance. He avoided confrontation with his father, he basically avoided Stella as much as he could even when she was openly shitting on him at parties; and ONLY just recently has he managed to stand up for himself and when he finally does, it's not to strike back, but simply stand his ground for once, emboldened his new-found love for Blitzø and the knowledge that his daughter isn't fooled by the act anymore and will soon be of age anyway.

It is not currently in Stolas' nature to be confrontational the way Blitzø desperately needs him to be.

Blitzø says: "Please, if you ever actually cared, you'd fight for us Get mad, show me that you care!"

What Stolas hears is just the most literal interpretation with zero subtext, because he isn't attuned to the subtleties of arguing and especially not what it looks like for imps, i.e. he focuses on the "I always hated you" interpretation.

Both gave the other an opening, but only heard dismissal, because it wasn't spoken in a language they were familiar with.

I'm not saying either handled things well here, Blitzø shouldn't immediately respond with anger and Stolas shouldn't default to walking away, that's my whole point.

I just thought it was an interesting angle that their differences aren't just societal (privilege/wealth/respect) but also cultural in how it influences how they each handle emotional confrontation, or, in the case of Stolas, how they don't.

[insufferablewhore]

(sorta?) face reveal. as promised.

[journey-to-the-attic]

funny picture allsort :^) (reference photos below)

[crouteann]

my piece for @mementomoristrahdzine , a comic of ilya ( 🏳️‍⚧️ dude ireena ) and strahd (and… tatyana). i had so much fun working on this and the spot art pieces i did!! please check it out, its a free zine with so much lovely art!!!

[troolyart]

It's Monday, and this is the only wip of this piece y'all are gonna get.

Vib could do better, but he don't want to—

[byemambo]

20250311 | THE BOYZ - 'Unexpected' Trailer: Nothing THE BOYZ 3rd ALBUM [Unexpected]

THE BOYZ Teasers [21/?]

[whitegoldtower]

Fuck it, have my face. I feel good about myself for once and my dysphoria is disappearing more and more with the more stubble I can feel on my face. I’m freshly shaved, yet I can feel more facial hair ready to come through only a day later 😌 starting to feel comfortable with the way I look, at long last. How long has it been? It’s been over ten years, at least.

My voice has now dropped so low I can feel it in my diaphragm and I no longer sound like a twink. Also gaining more muscle mass (I want to be a hench elf pls) and a glorious amount of body hair. Whilst my natural colour is blonde, my beard hairs seem to be growing in pitch black?? Pop off I guess. I want that twink death and I want it fast. (Although I think I’m already too buff and too hairy to be classified as a twink anymore lmao)

[ranticore]

Olivier - how much manslaughter are we seeing per drive.

ok so Olivier (link to my favourite art of him b/c i want everyone to look at it again with their eye balls) is an interesting case because he uses violent toxic masculinity as a deflecting shield, but in his private moments, without anything to prove, he tends to be quiet, contemplative, and very shrewd. He bought the truck for appearance but finds it difficult to drive, would probably prefer something smaller and more manageable, but he also has an entire sect full of Manly Men who would dethrone him in a heartbeat if they had reason to think he was influenced by anything even approaching feminity (as an out trans man in 1400s Inver he gets the entire gamut of abuse but he's especially targeted by comments about it being His Time Of The Month and so on, rape jokes from the Hibernians, the vilest shit u can imagine he's been through it and hears it every day from his enemies and would also hear it from his own sect if he gave them any reason to think it - which he won't).

he is personally invested in making you think he is a murderous truck bro and he'll do anything to keep up that impression. if he doesn't know you well, be prepared for him to drive aggressively, tailgate like crazy, and make fun of the drivers around him for driving tiny gay cars. you might not see him vehicularly manslaughter someone but you will be uncomfortable the entire time. luckily the truck is 18 miles wide so there's plenty of space between you. but if you do know him well (and only finbarr knows him well), you will see a different side to him and he's fun to hang out with too. not the strictest adherent to the rules of the road but definitely safe, quick, and comfortable, though he will engage in machiavellian mind games with the other drivers out of boredom

[solomons-poison]

Forever in love with Yuto Sano's character designs, I love them all so much

Anyway go read "Gokurakugai"

[xhollowfaerie]

aughh i really need to bleach and dye my hair pink again but meanwhile ive been scrolling through old pics and now im thinking abt going back to shorter hair and im ngl it kinda ate....... thinking thoughts (jumpscare warning selfie face reveal under the cut)

excuse the patchy smokey eye yes ik you can land a spacecraft on my helipad of a forehead..... man i miss doing my makeup ive been leaving the house like a hobgoblin for too long also i need to dig this tshirt out of the depths of my closet again its my fav and ive lost it for like a yr

edit here is a more recent one (fallout tshirt bc i love synth detectives and ghouls) ignore the sweat its a work bathroom selfie lmao

id like to thank my perpetually frizzy hair that ive been frying with bleach for the past 10 yrs. sry bro thanks for hanging in there champ

[xmichalkax]

[phoenixcatch7]

Open up

Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!

It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.

The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.

Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.

Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.

He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.

The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.

The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.

Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -

There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.

Joy.

He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.

But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.

Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.

As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.

This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.

He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.

Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.

The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.

Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.

HE SAW!

Both froze. Time stretched interminably.

The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.

Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?

Hm.

He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.

Maybe he had overreacted slightly.

Bonus:

Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.

"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."

Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.

"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"

"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."

"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.

"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"

"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."

"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."

"It probably is batman -"

"But the claws -"

They trailed off.

"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"

"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."

"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."

[shitvampcantdraw]

you know you're bored when you start drawing art challenges

fighting artblock 🤺

(close ups under the cut!!)

[e17omm]

PGR has the perfect trap to get me invested in the story. Because I get very invested in characters that I like and play as. And I like the Commandant because I think they are written exceptionally well. But the Commandant is also a self-insert character. And I also really like the Gray Raven squad and their relatives.

And in more and more chapters the Commandant just has a bigger and bigger gameplay role. Not just a bigger role in the story, but there is more scenes from their perspective, and lately I even got to fight alongside my Constructs as their Commandant.

Its just a growing positive feedback loop for me.

I am invested in the characters, which includes the Commandant, who I get to play as, which gets me more invested in the characters, which includes the Commandant, who I get to play as, which gets me more invested in the characters,

[bbloveseevees]

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