#its tiny but its there so. whatever

[idoodlechiscara]

day one: the duality of man

[imperfectcourt]

Omg that last post is making me think of Neil and Andrew actually having to get their autograph signatures just right

Kevin: you can't just sign every piece of fan merchandise the same way you sign a check >:c what if someone uses it to steal your identity

Neil to Kevin: They can fucking try. Can you imagine Brownings face if someone did?

Neil to Andrew later: I have an identity to steal 🥹

[phonification]

brain ghost nickel

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[yrsonpurpose]

Every single one of my credits to date have been royals. I have a niche!

[st4rstudent]

[loud] Out of context thing from twt parody accounts

here's a bonus drawing from the same acc

[rhilumi]

autistic!Tim, freshly 18 years old, trying to do the whole public persona, big speech thing after getting officially inducted as CEO for wayne enterprises.

Full disclosure this is just Tim having a meltdown.

Everything feels like it's been dialled up to 110%, sweat is dripping through the impermeable barrier that the ten layers of deodorant were meant to be, the tuxedo is scratching and biting at Tim's skin and he is just barely keeping this in control. It's all locked up in a jar that must absolutely in no circumstances bother him. He's been through worse as Robin, as Red Robin, he's trained to ignore distractions. But, all the same, the chandelier is piercing it's way into his eyes, single handedly banging at his head.

With a deep breath, Tim attempts to recount the speech he had down pat the night before and finds he can't. The words fall short, decaying with each second that passes. Sweat drips down the back of his neck, doing nothing to cool down the hot lightheadedness.

Trembling, Tim begins to make his way to the bathrooms, desperate to at least wipe off some sweat. Heat rests on his shoulder as he reaches for the door, looking up he's met with the concerned eyes of an angel. Or, more accurately Bernard Dowd. The blonde puts an arm around him and says something that Tim hears but doesn't comprehend. Sure he said, "Are you okay?" but what does that mean? How does Tim respond to that?

Tears jerk out, only serving to add to the ringing swirl of light-heavy-hurt-ache. Prying open his eyes he hadn't even realised he'd screwed shut, revealed he was in the corner of an extravagant bathroom. Thankfully with ambient lighting that was just dark enough it didn't bore a hole directly through Tim's skull. The blonde - no his blonde boy is still talking, trying desperately to get through to Tim, the words ring and echo in his head but make no effort to stick.

Bernard shouldn't be here, he should be out enjoying the party, making good use of the champagne, judging the food. Not here, watching as Tim bawls over nothing.

"I'm sorry," Tim babbles, he was ruining everything, "'m sorry."

The pretty face in front of him departs after muttering something along the lines of there being nothing to be sorry about (A blatant lie, Tim was being pathetic - he isn't meant to act so childish, throwing a tantrum over nothing).

Coldness breaks through some of the mist, as a cool glass is placed against his lips. The temperature takes his mind into reality for him long enough to hear a command to drink. So, drink he does, starting with a sip. A singular sip awakens him, he feels as if he hasn't drunk in years, as if he's crawling over the desert like a lost traveller. Like an omen to the traveller, a voice registers in his head.

"C'mon, In, two, three, four, you're doing so well," following the instructions, Tim struggles to take a shaky breath in, "hold, two three four. Out, two, three, four. Doesn't that feel better." A shaky nod

"Let's go again," the process repeats until Tim notices where the guidance is coming from. Once more, the mist dissipates. And again, the shaking is reduced, he chokes out one last sob.

Watery blue locks with shining brown, with a trembling sigh, Tim rests his head on Bernard's chest, the blonde boy's arms following suit.

"We can stay here as long as you need, we can leave if you want," hastily, Tim shakes his head. He needs to do this.

"I love you. So much," is all Tim responds.

[dullahandyke]

ok guys i downloaded saw a while ago, finally getting around to watching it ^_^

[ID: Saw (2004) playing on the tiny screen of an mp3 player, tinted blue and heavily artifacted.]

[sophaeros]

if i told you that i had two characters who'd written a song about a secretive doomed relationship together and released a poster for it featuring the two of them holding hands as they drove off a cliff together you'd probably tell me to stop being so on the nose but no. it's real and it's called one way trigger by the strokes

[feelo-fick]

i had a vision last night. smile. ^_^

[raynavan]

Ansy and Ikrit with their full teams in @parasolladyansy‘s comic Diamond x Pearl rewrite!

also some other doodles

oooh i had. so much i was going to say but i have. forgotten all of it. i love everyone's teams and i am fully expecting to just doodle them randomly later on ghrieowugh.

[so-very-small]

g/t ocs who you occasionally make same size and same size ocs who you occasionally make g/t sound like the same but actually could not be more different

[luck-of-the-drawings]

DISTRACTIONS sometimes its the drive to help and save our friends that pushes us to learn and to succeed. unfortunately its normally ''unethical'' to replicate that in a classroom setting. I ONLY JUST FINISHED THE LAST PAGE HERE, THE FIRST TWO WERE LITERALLY FROM LAST YEAR, N A FEW MONTHS APART. LOOOOK AT MY EVOLUTION. im very proud of this and bled REALLY HARD FOR THE LAST PAGE. PLEASE ABSORB THIS.

[tangledinink]

clenches fist. finally sucked it up and ordered a new ipad...

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[paradimeart]

Since you draw the Superhero AU sometimes, I was wondering, how would that one scene of the first episode where Prowl injured because he didn't listen to Prime as human versions?

basically the giant roach monster thing's nanobots starts eating through his armor and then his skin

and then the issue after they override the monster is he has a bunch of inert microscopic metal bugs in his body that they cant get out