#kinda but I’m counting it

[hiccupbutpurple]

Decided to attempt drawing Hiccstrid as this scene of Stephanie and Peter from NPMD. (Ref image + other versions under the cut).

I could’ve drawn him cowering a bit more but I wanted to actually try drawing his face (and the angle was easier for me lol). We’re just gonna say his confused contemplation about whether a gun would work against a ghost took over his surprise at this point. Astrid is already ready to defend them.

Like 20 mins later:

Viggo, Krogan, Ryker (maybe Heather and Dagur if he isn’t Max): Hofferson has got a gun, Tra-La-La-La how fun! Hofferson has got a gun, she knows what must be done. ;p

(Also Dagur, Heather, Viggo, Ryker and Krogan as the lords of black would be cool even if Heather wasn’t technically with them and stuff and the timing with Dagur and Krogan is different but shhh it’s an AU and for fun ;) )

Also for the words on the drawing:

Astrid: Hiccup, get behind me! I’ve got a gun!

Hiccup: Astrid, it’s a ghost. I don’t think that’s gonna do any good.

Here’s a little dump of the sketch and without the (very simple) background - Hiccup’s hair is not as large

And the og ref

[mmelete]

Pretty sure this happened in Wild’s era, right?

Based on @rebornofstars’ idea!

[steddiefication]

The first time Steve goes to Eddie and Wayne’s trailer, he tells Eddie that he likes how cozy it is. Eddie shoots him a dirty look before turning to go straight to his bedroom, no doubt thinking that his tentatively new friend meant it in the same way he’s heard other rich people use that word- when they think a place is small and cramped, but don’t want to look bad by saying what they truly mean.

Meanwhile, Steve barely notices the reaction, too caught up in thinking about how lonely it is in his parents’ big, empty, sterile-feeling house. How it looks as though it’s from a catalogue- nice but impersonal, with little indication that anyone even lives there. How he wishes it was instead like the trailer he was standing in- not just a house, but a home.

[l3viat8an]

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

[kasieli]

Teen Titans portraits ft. my favorite birb babes!!!

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

Thoughts and doodles

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(Please do not use, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you <3)

[realrosielol]

Lost Princesses

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[indieyuugure]

I just had a thought and I’m not sure if anyone asked before, is this comic going to have your own version of Angel in it?

Mm, maybe? I don’t remember so I’ll answer anyway

I plan to, but if I do she won’t come in till like WAY later in the story.

Here’s a picture of her I drew, though I’m not super set on this design, I’ve already changed it and I probably will again 🤣

My version of her would be a skater-girl who’s either Mikey’s BFF or girlfriend. Kinda leaning towards girlfriend, but not set on that either.

Really don’t have much on her, but definitely thinking about it.

Good question! :]

[ricky-mortis]

Hnnnnnng… long hair Ted

[mxmarsbars]

bound together by an object. surely this won’t go wrong. surely not.

[royaltea000]

Rebirth

[psilliguykai]

Happy [depending on your timezone belated-] 2nd birthday CCCC!!

I gotta eep now, but I might add some more thoughts tomorrow ^^

For now, thank you CCCC for being my intro to Chonny Jash, and thank you cj for all the awesome community and inspiration and joy you’ve brought me and so many other people. Your music and characters will always hold a special place in my Heart [haha] <33

[happi-dreams]

wahoo!! finally finished this hwbdhwd — it’s not perfect but still !! pretty proud of it :]

merry lil Christmas (or any other fun holidays!) this lovely lil season!!

[seph-ic]

stonefruit studies completely unrelated to any hyperfixation i might have