#i just have to figure out how

[mipiscosotto]

METADEDE WEEK :

Day 6 - secrets

[lolitalempicka]

i think pet sitting might be new cheat code to traveling without money

[snomoscribbles]

i want to do more nanui x reader drabbles and such but trying to think on scenarios and tropes to do.

There's so many choices and I'm stuuuuuuuck

[alternaterealities-blog]

Wow… I’m been very demotivated. This blog is still on a hiatus cause I’m still figuring out if this is worth it. I feel like this could be an interesting concept so it’s floating in my mind!

Also, I’ve been improving a teensy bit with humans so I’ll have to convert all of them now. Even more references yaaay! :,)

[shipskicksandgiggles]

I finally slept for more than a couple hours last night so the universe said “yeah now we can throw him a couple of curve balls”

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[itachi86]

does it persuade anyone to buy from my bookstore if i say i'm gonna donate some of my profits to environmental/lgbtq charities once i actually get some profits and figure out how

[magentasnail]

ok pause from bill art time for some mystery twins art !! specifically, 12yo selves meeting their current day selves!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[hinamie]

spiraling

[valeriapryanikova]

This season, on Hermitcraft...

(speedpaint)

[xandrikart]

The most beautiful thing about Drawtectives is that you can choose any combination and you will be right. But no way I'm ignoring a beautiful garb next to York.

[ruushes]

assorted bat practice... on top of everything he has the audacity to be hard for me to draw

[ghostbsuter]

He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."