#im going off of vibes

[ravenzer]

as i continue to have hozier brain rot, please see the patch im making for pride this year

this is only the backstitch outlines im going to try and fill it in as the month goes on

[crunchchute]

duude

[tramweye]

experimented with my artstyle a bit to make my digital look closer to my traditional art, ft. my beloved sadie....

im still unsure how to truly capture her likeness but eh i'll get there

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[ihavesomejays]

text transcription:

Many springs ago, I perceived a sea of flowers upon a lake. I thought to myself that those fleeting colors held indescribable beauty.

The next time I perceived those colors was many years later, when the medic’s tent had blinded me to all but red. The radiance of that shining star was lost on my eyes.

Now, my eyes no longer perceive the subtleties in the colors around me.

But I am content.

For I can now see the most brilliant colors in my universe.

anyways yeah why did they fucking do that to jiaoqiu bro

the planning for this experimentalish comic is under keep reading

[tedioepica]

This picture has been stuck in my mind for a while, and I don't see it very often and I think it deserves to be seen by more people

[dunkinbublin]

forever bitter that the sonic ova home isnt used in any sonic media

if sonic is gonna settle anywhere its gonna be where nature has reclaimed itself.

[katabay]

fifteen men on a dead man's chest, it's time for: pirates!

there's an idea here, and the idea is slowly turning into a story, and in march I've got some one shot comics about pirates I want to post! ideally, in march. hopefully in march. there's a lot of stuff to figure out, drawing wise. I spent an amount of time I won't mention researching the history of leg prosthetics & vintage leg prosthetic designs for basilica, and I haven't even figured out tall ships. which is. well. it's pirates, what are pirates without tall ships

[balleater]

despite being more often than not a "rules as written" fan over "rule of cool", i really do love me a good "rules be damned, i'll give you this awesome moment" call. like matt giving fcg the otohan kill despite what her hp was at or brennan giving cerrit an extra mage slayer reaction attack at the end of calamity. honestly, if anything, i think the fact they mostly play by the book makes these moments even better because it really has that extra weight towards those decisions to put the rules aside.

[viminoo]

misc baberoe doodles + renee

[thinkingabout-girls]

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life

[howhow326]

Analyzing Cyclops vs Rogue's X-Men

Scott's Team

Structured like a military squad (Scott - Commander, Magneto - Lieutenant, Beast - Scientist, Everyone else - Strike team)

Live in an abandoned Orchis factory in Alaska (Decently isolated, have enough resources to carry out their activities by themselves

Actively refuse to bootlick (have told off the government at least once)

Makes an attempt to reach out to other mutants (Wolverine, Storm, Rogue)

Two telepaths (QQ & Psylock), One teleporter (Magik, who doubles as team witch), One tank (Juggernaught), zero child soliders.

Anne Marie's Team

Structured like a family unit (Anne Marie - Mommy, Gambit - Daddy, Wolverine - Grand Daddy, Nightcrawler - cool uncle, Jubilee - weird aunt, Everyone else - kids)

Live in a habitied house in Louisiana (have directly endangered the people living in this house by them being there)

Always keeping their heads down (at school and at the house)

Told Cyclops to fuck off (Rude)

Zero telepaths, One teleporter (Nightcrawler), One Wolverine, 4 child soliders

[psstwantsomecheese]

Silmarillion as stuff I have on my phone

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I don’t have any other way to describe my read on their dynamic other than Geode is in a gay relationship and Cole is in a QPR that is all

[greenliar]

demoralisation of love

[solarlyls]

𝓐͟𝔯͟𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 Dr 𝓘𝔫͟𝔱𝔯͟𝔬

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♱ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 空 ✶ — 𝔑ataline ℭle𝔪͟𝔬͟𝔫͟𝔱͟è͟

⟡— Nataline Clemontè was born on December 4th, in the golden heart of Piltover. A city of brilliance, where men in tailored suits sipped on aged champagne, murmuring of their fortunes and innovations beneath the glow of streetlights. It was a world of prestige, polished brass, and gleaming marble. And in the midst of it all stood the Clemontè family, her younger sister, Eugenia Clemontè, her father, Francis Clemontè, the esteemed Dean of Piltovers Academy, and her mother, Calypso, a councilor who carried the weight of a past she could never speak of.

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Even though she walked among the privileged, Nataline was never truly from Piltover. Her father bore the blood of Albæen, a distant land (a made up continent),and her mother, despite her high status, was not from topside at all. A Zaunite by birth, she carried her origins like a shadow. And so, from the moment she could walk, Nataline moved between two worlds, the gleaming Piltover and the raw, harsh Undercity.

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Down in the depths of Zaun, she found the pieces of herself that Piltover could never offer. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko, each one of them were a piece of her past. And Vi. The girl who felt less like a friend and more like something Nataline couldn’t quite define, yet she found herself drawn to her, captivated by a bond that went beyond mere friendship.

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That was the other life she lived, the other name she answered to. Carmilla. A sort of shield to protect their family secret in the Lanes. She was not the daughter of a councilor or the heir to the family name, she was simply Carmilla, a girl who belonged to the dim-lit alleys of Zaun just as much as she did in Piltovers grand halls. Vander knew. Silco knew. Felicia knew.

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⟡— By day, Nataline Clemontè lived a quiet and structured life, books in the grand library, paintings in the garden, and afternoons spent at the Kiramman estate. She and Caitlyn had been inseparable since birth, their mothers both councilors, their daughters both restless rebels in a world of rules and expectations.

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But there was another side to her, “Carmilla” the name she carried in the Lanes, the life hidden beneath her polished manners. But also, something even greater, a power she never asked for. The ability to bend minds and bodies to her will, a discovery made in the middle of a street fight with drunken thugs. A secret she should have kept except when it came to Violet and Caitlyn.

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Her double life was balanced on a fragile and thin thread, but it worked. Until everything fell apart. The explosion. The loss. Violet, her friends, her parents, her control. Enforcers found her in the ruins and dragged her home, but she wasn’t the same. At sixteen, she became the head of House Clemontè, forced to carry a legacy she never wanted. With no one left but Caitlyn, she made the only choice she could, and told her the whole truth.

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Now, at twenty one, she still plays both sides. Nataline, co-councilor to her younger sister Eugenia, a name that carries weight in Piltover. And Carmilla, a ghost in Zaun, helping where she can. Two lives, each demanding a part of her, leaving her caught in a space between.

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special thanks to @zaddizu for telling me how to make gradient texts in tumblr!

dividers by @fairytopea