#i’m not sure haha

[squidthusiast]

Post-Grand-Fest feels…

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Who do you want FNAF to collab with?..

[keferon]

Yea...I ..hm

Mistakes on mistakes until.. Until I scratch a hole in my tablet because I can't stop drawing them👌

[pillow-boi]

A photo study that turned into Elliott 🫣

[cable-salamdr]

Happy birthday to you and me, Our whole dear family

PLEASE pretend I posted this 24 hours ago I honestly just?? forgot?? But yeah birthday art for my favorite Wet Towel whom I will resume with tormenting soon

[mochidoodle]

happy birthday, namimori boy 💜🦔🐥

[mostmagical]

ugh I am just constantly thinking about the transformation of shepard and garrus’s relationship in ME3. like garrus is a self-described pessimist, he hates having a lack of control, he’s impatient and anxious, and right at the start in ME1 when shepard meets him, especially if you’re more paragon in your interactions with him and the crew, shep is constantly reassuring him that “don’t worry, we’ll get them. we’ll win. trust me.”

then you get to ME3 and shepard is just getting broken down over and over again. winning seems almost impossible. but you know who’s trying to be positive? you know who’s there doing the reassuring, saying “don’t worry, we’ll get them”? it’s garrus. the pessimist. all his “you were born for this,” and “you’ve done it before. you’ll do it again,” and it’s not even really a switch because he’s still being a REALIST about things. he KNOWS things are grave. he just also knows it’s his turn to step in and support shepard this time. if shepard won’t believe in themself, garrus will, and he does a good job because he learned straight from one of the best

[doctorsiren]

Part 2

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[orykorioart]

We all lie beneath her light.

This was a pretty quick drawing so I was able to get a timelapse that isn’t too compressed (though it does flash a bit), if anyone’s interested in checking that out under the cut! Featuring me fussing with the gold trims for like 1/3 of it lol.

[Description: Timelapse Video of the described Lucretia art]

[electrozeistyking]

tomorrow

[spicy-dragon]

Thinking about a-spec Zoro as always and I just think it’d be really fucking funny if Sanji decided to withhold sex because Zoro pissed him off somehow only for Zoro to be wholly unaffected by it meanwhile Sanji is getting more antsy as the days go by until he finally blows up at him like

Sanji: WHY AREN’T YOU MAD THAT WE’RE NOT HAVING SEX??

Zoro, putting his weights down: Huh? What are you talking about it’s only been— *counts on his fingers* Oh.

Sanji, seething, spitting, ready to tear his head off:

OH?

[thedrawingduke]

Where does Eric get his furniture and clothes from? He's such a giant man I can't imagine he could find them in stores.

Ah, yes…TC/Erik has become an accomplished DIY-er out of necessity. Most of his furniture is salvaged and then reinforced to accommodate his size. Mostly a couple chairs and a small couch—he never bothered to make a bed frame and keeps his mattress on the floor.

As far as clothes go, he makes a lot of the basics himself (undergarments, shirts, etc). If/when he has any extra money he will commission someone to make things for him (mostly boots/shoes) and will explain away the large size by saying it’s for "advertising/display purposes". He has some things left over from his time in Persia (where he was often gifted things in his size).

I’ll put some of my little sketches of his room below (idk why I hoard this stuff). He has a portion of that space devoted to sewing/mending.

[tartagliove]

Tartaglia working out with Reader who is not as fond of exercise as he is looks a little like...

Glaring up at him as he pushes down on your shoulders to make sure you squat down far enough. Your thighs are burning. You want to stand up, but he doesn't let you until you hold the squat for five seconds.

“Screw you, Tartaglia,” you snarl at him after you straighten up.

He just flashes you a cheeky smile. “Five more left.”

You scowl at him but start the next squat anyway, making sure to bend enough. He lets go of your shoulder and circles around behind you as you do another.

The next time you sink down into the squat, warm hands wrap around your waist and slide down to your hips as he mirrors your squat. Tartaglia applies pressure, firmly weighing you down so you keep the right position. When he lets you up, his hands travel with you, sliding back up to your waist, his thumb slipping under your shirt to rub circles across your skin. You shiver.

“Two more. C'mon, I know you have them in you. Make them good.”

You groan at him in protest but squat once more with his hands holding down your hips. Then as you sink into your final squat, he lets go to circle around and stand in front of you. His blue eyes track your every movement as you complete the squat on your own, straightening up with an exhale—just to end up chest to chest with him. “Good job,” he croons, taking in the way you pant for breath and your legs tremble from the exercise.

A whine escapes your lips. “Can I be done now?”

“With squats? Yes.”

You sigh in relief and take a wobbly step back from Tartaglia.

He closes the distance, refusing to let you retreat. “Ah, not so fast. You have weights to do. Time to work on these arms!”

You cross aforementioned arms defensively, glare returning instantly. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” he fires back.

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re going to complete this workout your boyfriend prepared so he can cook dinner as you take a nice, hot shower.”

That does sound nice, even though you know you’re in for at least another half hour of pain. “Pasta?”

“And garlic bread.”

“Fine. I’ll finish your stupid workout.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips. The fond look that appears on his face makes you turn on your heel and stalk off toward the rack of weights, leaving him before he realizes you aren’t too upset about exercising with him after all.