#huge accomplishments

[lickithrice]

Ya boy is on a canvas!

[thebestpartofwakingup]

When you realize a seemingly obvious candidate for cartoon nostalgia time skip fan art from your childhood is completely untapped online...

[tppart]

Went to the park and did some stuff with crayon (finished at home though but don't tell anybody 🤫)

Crayola crayon on 14x17in bristol vellum paper

[harrylights]

i guess another thing that I feel like might be worth sharing is that, like.

when my dad first passed, the only way I could cope was to block it out entirely. and i felt like i was losing my mind, but sometimes I’d literally have to tell myself shit like “that didn’t happen, he’s still here, everything is fine” to get through a busy day especially. and I was so scared to tell anyone that’s what I had to resort to. but my therapist told me it’s incredibly common. obviously at some point u have to come out of that and accept the reality of it, but that’s smth you can’t really force either. it’s okay to take however much time you need

our brains do weird things to cope and grieve. it’s okay. one step at a time. sometimes that means just coming up with a way to get through the next hour, sometimes even just ten minutes. I hate that so many people have to learn what this kinda thing feels like but at least we have each other. pls don’t be afraid to reach out to ppl in the community, and if you have the space to do so, check in on your friends rn. the little things go a long way, now more than ever.

[monakisu]

10-year age-gap akeshu AU in which, after an especially bad night, 16-year-old akira’s family situation has degraded so irreparably that he finally runs away to tokyo, like he’s always planned to. still in bad shape from his escape, he gets reluctantly picked up by a woman not that much older than him and recuperates at her apartment, where he meets her very hostile, very overprotective son.

it takes a while for 6-year-old goro to realize that akira isn’t one of his mother’s usual “clients”. despite akira’s flight-or-fight instinct button-mashing RUN out of fear of stagnating in one location for too long, in typical joker fashion, he stays with the akechi family to help them through hard times—praising and pampering goro when his mother is too tired to acknowledge him, and pulling mamakechi back to reality when she teeters between picking her poison: a rope hung from the rickety ceiling fan, a long, cold bath, a step off the balcony… he’d barged into their life a year before things would have broken permanently, and patiently patched up the cracks that would have deepened into permanent fissures. 

goro in particular takes a liking to the new addition in their household. akira is the only other person he has met who treats him so nicely and gently and attentively—even more so than his own mother. he always seems genuinely happy to see goro come home from school, and frequently offers to take goro out on “adventures” to tour museums, visit aquariums, pet the alley cats, and so on. with him around, goro doesn’t have to wait at the bathhouse anymore. he grows to revere akira as the darling guardian angel his mother had brought home just for him. 

in the end, having satisfied the selfless side of his nature, the selfish side has akira running away once again. he thinks his role has been fulfilled, and that he shouldn’t keep disrupting a family that isn’t his. he couldn’t have been more wrong.

and so, goro grows up with a doting mother and an awful, gaping hole where half of his heart should be. that is, until he meets a familiar stranger in Mementos—then again, in an innocuous coffee shop halfway across tokyo. 

[katabay]

Ang ganda yung art mo GGHHHOORLLLL!

I was looking at the line work you do and was wondering: do you ink it physically and then scan it, or is it fully digital? It's really good and gives a solid grit to it and adds texture to your works. How do you do that?

shdhfh maraming salamatttt 💞💕

99% of what I post here is all digital because I don’t really have access to a scanner very often! my inking style looks the way it does because I draw traditionally in my sketchbooks a LOT and the way I ink digitally is Exactly The Same as I do traditionally (which is why you see a lot of double lines in my inking, stray lines, or scribbling when I fill in solid blacks without the fill tool, I also always turn off any stabilization features a brush might have bc I don’t like the way it feels) and I often go looking for brushes that are gritty or crunchy so that it looks similar to the pens I use on paper!

You can see a bunch of the stray lines and general scribbling I did here, which is exactly what my irl sketchbooks look like, and the circled brushes (I edited these after I downloaded them all to have 0 stabilization) are the ones I used for it!

[ruthytwoshakes]

my one and only Tadc post (this is a lie)

I was picked up by the armpits and buckled into the car seat of the clown car know as the digital circus kicking and screaming. I like the lesbians though they’re cool.

[californianedgeworth]

Edgeworth becoming a lawyer at 20 and Franiziska becoming a lawyer at 13, with about a 7 year age difference between them... that implies they passed the bar exam in the same year

did they take the same exam? did 20 year old Edgeworth drive his tween prodigy sister to take the bar exam with him? and before that, did he drive her to the same law school they both went to every day? did they compete to see who would pass the bar first? and when they both passed and tied, Franziska definitely still held the fact that she got it at 13 over him. "What were you doing at 13, little brother? Not passing the bar, ha, embarrassing." wtf are the implications of this

[cetathestupidshark]

whoops, spoilers for ii 18. forgot to include form that beforehand

R.I.P. my husband (2013 - 2024)

you will be missed.

also ignore the really shitty doodle not feeling like putting a lot of effort into it lol

the finale was so good btw :D :)

[ajooples]

My favorite cunty rpg gays

[caressthosecheekbones]

im such a brave lil bitch 💪🥹

(sent my first application. yes. the one I was stressing over for weeks)

[feldsparite]

finally playing my favourite* game for the first time* REAL!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm so excited!!!!!!

*not technically true

[cadere-art]

The Abimaat are an offshoot of the basin region Apinaat people: when the southern invasion of the Apinaat Hordes was broken by the allied Gican and Cianjian, they remained trapped in the South and settled there. They live off their caviþ herds in a climate much colder and arid than the one their ancestors were born to. The Abimaat are pygmies: the caviþ (pronounced cha-vith) they raise and ride would be too small for adult antioles of any other nation. They frequently enter in violent conflict with the Cianjian, but have reached fragile accords with the Gichan among which their services as mounted warriors or messengers are highly valued.

Life south of the Kantishian mountains is hard for the Abimaat. Their life's blood, the caviþ, are not adapted to the much colder climate, and they frequently suffer frost injuries to their bare legs and necks. The increased care needs has much reduced the number of animals an Abimaat clan can keep, diminishing their wealth and food security. Where the Apinaat loved their livestock, the Abimaat treasure them, putting the same amount of work into saddle blankets and neck warmers as they do for their own clothes. Abimaat produce beautiful tapestry works, woven in a single piece to their final shape. Their work is not fine, producing heavy fabrics of thick yarns, but the colorwork, dovetailed color joints, and striking abstract shapes gives it a high value nonetheless.

[rootbeermilktm]

Whumptober no.2

Trust Issues

Annabeth eyes her captors, scrutinizing. They’re arguing in hushed tones some feet away as they help each other apply neosporin and Paw Patrol bandaids to what look like fresh burns. Envy quickly remakes itself into determination, bubbling in Annabeth’s stomach. Bandaids and neosporin would do nicely for her shoulder. The scabs keep breaking when she moves, keeping it perpetually sticky with blood. She’s not even sure if it’s ever scabbed all the way up in the last day since that harpy scratched her. It just feels all wet and achy all the time and she can’t quite see it properly to assess the damage. She’ll have to snatch the first aid supplies before she makes her escape. If it really comes down to it, she bets she could take the two of them in a fight. They only beat her last time because of her shoulder. Now that they’re also injured (she’s pretty sure she’d given the older boy a concussion before they got the hammer away from her) the battlefield has been evened and she can at least put up enough of a fight to run away.

Adrenalin makes her heart beat loud in her ears. It outweighs the throbbing of her pulse in her wounded shoulder. She creeps along the alley walls towards the first aid supplies which have been discarded in favor of the teenagers using their hands to argue more animatedly.

Target acquired. Now go!

“Hey!” A hand latches onto Annabeth’s shoulder and she screams.

“Luke! Let her go!” Annabeth’s neck is tense to the point of rattling her entire body, but it does nothing to distract from her shoulder. There’s a bear trap biting into her, there’s acid eating away at her, there are fingers digging at the raw muscles of her shoulder and— ow. She tries to scratch at the hand holding her with desperate, flailing swipes. “See, this is exactly my point! A gods forsaken kindergartner is just gonna be a liability!”

“No, this is exactly my point! She’s got guts! She can handle it, Thalia!” Something in Annabeth’s brain is absurdly reminded of when she learned about decay in second grade. Her class had watched a time lapse video of an apple rotting.

“You’re concussed, shitbrains! You don’t get to make any decisions!” It shriveled and grew black, twitching with the speed of the recording until it was an unrecognizable mass of deflated flesh.

“And who gave me that concussion? She can fight!” Is that what her shoulder would look like if she could see it? That’s what it feels like.

“Do you even hear yourself?! She’s four!”

“I’m seven.” Two heads swivel to look at Annabeth. Their faces are brown and tan smudges through a haze of tears and pain.

“Styx, is that blood?!” The hand finally releases Annabeth’s shoulder. A sob launches itself out of her in response and she finally collapses, clutching her bad arm.

“What the Hades did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Hey, hey.” The voice is softer this time. “It’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

Liar. Annabeth scrambles away, using her feet to push herself across the ground until she’s backed against another sheet of metal. Her heartbeat thrums in her shoulder. Each beat sends a shockwave rolling down her limbs. She can barely breathe through the tears that heave themselves from her body. They manhandle her. She can’t control the way she rocks and trembles. Everything hurts. Everything jars her injury and then hurts more. She wants it all to stop.

The bandaids and neosporin are slid next to her shoe. Across from her, the boy sits with his hands in his lap. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks from her to the bandaids. His face is sad. Annabeth takes the bandaids.

“That’s one gnarly cut you got there, kiddo. What happened?” he finally asks.

“You won’t believe me.” She says in a voice that sounds all watery and very small.

“Try us.”

Annabeth shakes her head. The cap for the tube of neosporin is on too tight. Her fingers can’t quite get a hold of it. She is so tired.

“Luke, those are harpy claw marks.”

“I know.”

“Luke, she’s a demigod!”

“I know.”

The bandaids and tube of ointment crumple in her hands. She curls inwards, clutching them tightly to her chest. They would do nicely for her shoulder.

“We have to take her with us.”

“I know.”

[hailsatanacab]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wulf Characters: Danny Fenton, Wulf (Danny Phantom), Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Robin (DCU), Red Robin (DCU), Batman (DCU), Ra's al Ghul Additional Tags: Portals, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Comedy of Errors, DPxDC WEEK 2022, Time Travel, dp/dc week 2022, Swearing

Summary:

Okay, so Danny’s first attempt at a portal isn’t what one would call a success.

Unfortunately, instead of opening into a relatively safe (if incredibly underwhelming) cave, it splits a hole right into a great ocean of ectoplasm in the Ghost Zone, which promptly begins to flood the space around them.

It’s up to their ankles in seconds as gallons of foaming green water surge through the opening, with a thundering roar like waves crashing upon the shore.

“Uh…” Both he and Wulf just stare, watching with wide eyes as the day just gets worse and worse.

“Wulf!” Knocking himself out of his trance, Danny turns towards him and flaps his arms in panic. Oh, shit! This isn’t good! There’s no way this amount of ectoplasm in the material world is healthy, he’s going to be in so much trouble! What the hell are they meant to do? “Help!”

Originally written for dpxdc week 2022 for the prompt "Wulf teaches Danny how to open portals. It does not go to plan."

[lils-ki]

I WENT TO THE INTERNATIONAL SPY MUSEUM AND AND AND I HUNG ON A BAR FOR 22 SECONDS AND I UH I COMPLETED A SECRET MISSION AND I GOT TO SEE JAMEA BOND SHIT ABD IT WAS SOOOOOOO FUN YEAH!!!!