#maybe i am the silly one ...

[hinamie]

someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>

[spielzeugkaiser]

I come back for a hot second (and go into hiding pretty much right again) with some redrawn screencaps of what I'm watching currently!! 👀 All I have in me are the sillies-

[cloudyydraws]

Luigi and Miku (+Mario) doodles

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

[luzho]

the zukka puns... continue!!

originally a bad joke by jeff, with the scenery of the first panel based on the Jianbi pavilion in the Old Summer Palace in Beijing and the pose of the second panel based on this photo. i am very happy with how the perspective and the colors turned out :) i should make more architectural drawings for fun

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) hi sorry for back to back marvel fanart I swear I still have dc stuff lmao. However I did recently read X-Men: first class and got a bit carried away doodling this after Lmao

[s-sextape]

i am writing an accidental haiku to attract haiku bot

[berryblu-soda]

veeeery slowly making my way through the kotlc series, this is my consensus on Keefe as of finishing book 2

[a-mongooose]

A dump of things I drew since the last post! i am so normal about them. I AM SO NORMAL   ABOUT THEM . totally not making cosplays of julie and sally . it is not true  ! if u want to use as pfps, feel free to! just pls credit me :p alsooo if you have any requests for the silly goofies, my asks should be open, go crazy in there 

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[dangerous-advantage]

jin ling, having done some stupid shit: my uncle's gonna kill me!

lan sizhui, serenely: it's ok, your other uncle's a necromancer

[wanderer-clarisse]

I've reached the Helm's Deep chapter :>>

'Where is Gimli?'

'I do not know,' said Aragorn. 'I last saw him fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart.'

'Alas! That is evil news,' said Legolas.

'He is stout and strong,' said Aragorn. 'Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves. There he would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf.'

'That must be my hope,' said Legolas. 'But I wish that he had come this way. I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine.'

---

'Forty-two, Master Legolas!' he cried. 'Alas! My axe is notched: the forty-second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?'

'You have passed my score by one,' answered Legolas. 'But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!'

[lost-in-fandoms]

Just Maxiel being boyfriends and having a date night.

cw: tiniest hint of implied sexual content

The first thing that Daniel notices when he comes inside the door is that the house smells different. It's not that their house smells bad usually (thanks cleaners for that, to be quite honest!), but it doesn't usually smell like candles and flowers. For a second, he wonders if somehow he managed to walk into the wrong door, but no, Max's shoes are in their usual place, and his wallet and keys are on the table beside the entrance, so that must not be it.

The mystery is quickly solved when Daniel gets out of the hallway and finds a bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island, a candle burning lowly beside it.

Maybe Max has been kidnapped while Daniel was away, or he's been replaced by an alien clone. Sure, Max has bought him flowers a couple of times, but candles?? Or maybe Daniel is in an alternate reality where Max cares about things like throw blankets and motivational quotes in frames.

"Oh! You're home early!"

Daniel turns around, finding his boyfriend standing in front of him, a small frown on his face. Or at least, what is pretending to be his boyfriend, because why would Max be wearing a shirt and nice pants at home? He looks gorgeous, his shoulders looking even wider and his thighs looking delicious, but Max despises wearing nice things at home.

Maybe Daniel forgot something. Are they supposed to be going somewhere?

"Baby?" he asks, but doesn't manage to get any more words out before Max is coming closer, kissing him hello. And sure, okay, Daniel can go with that plan. Except Max steps back way too quickly, not even letting Daniel get a little bit of tongue involved (which, rude!), to grab Daniel's bag and walk towards their bedroom, leaving a befuddled Daniel behind.

"Would you like to take a bath?"

Yep, alternate reality it is. Max doesn't like baths. He only allows them after particularly intense sex, or when one of them is really sore from a race or a crash. He dislikes (verbatim) "laying in his own dirt water", but now he's offering one?

"Together?" Daniel asks, just to clarify, finally unsticking himself from his spot and following his boyfriend to the bedroom, where he's already started to unpack Daniel's bag. Weird getting weirder. Max hates unpacking, would gladly leave his bags to rot if he didn't need to do laundry between race weekends. What is happening here?

Max immediately blushes, shaking his head a little. His hair is soft and unstyled, despite his nice clothes, and Daniel wishes he could just run his hand in it. This whole thing is throwing him off his "I missed my boyfriend and need to touch him as much as possible" routine.

"No, I thought, you? You can relax, after the flight and the drive."

That does sound nice, even if not as nice as having Max sitting naked behind him in the water, and for the moment Daniel decides to postpone figuring out who kidnapped and replaced his boyfriend, in favor of going along with this plan. Max insists on drawing him the bath, but once Daniel is in the bubbly water, he leaves the bathroom with nothing more than an enjoy!. Not even giving Daniel the chance to steal a kiss. Rude.

Despite everything, the bath is good. It doesn't matter for how many years he's been flying around the world, or how much more comfortable his flights have become, they always leave him with a leftover off feeling, and it's nice to wash it away, letting the warm water relax his muscles.

He takes his time, washing and styling his curls, because why not?, and when he finally steps outside the steamy bathroom he finds that Max has left out some clothes for him. Daniel had chosen some already, a hoodie and a pair of shorts, and Max hasn't put them away, so obviously the others are more a suggestion than a request, but Daniel is properly intrigued now. Max chose a green patterned shirt that Daniel loves, and a pair of pants that go suspiciously well with it to be something Max picked out all by himself.

Usually, they both prefer to be comfortable at home, changing immediately when they come back, Max going as far as starting to strip while he's still walking towards the bedroom, but Daniel is curious, so he puts the clothes on. It's clear that Max (real or alien that he is) has a plan, and Daniel has long learned to trust them because even in the occasions they don't work out, they still result in a good time.

He follows the smell of food out of the bedroom and finds Max in the kitchen. One of Daniel's own playlists is playing softly, and Max is at the stove, carefully stirring a pot, while muttering something in Dutch. Jimmy is next to his feet, probably waiting to trip him up, while Sassy is sitting on top of the fridge, asleep, and Daniel's heart is suddenly so full, he's afraid he'll do something silly like start crying. That's his family, in their house, cooking...

Wait, cooking?

Daniel blinks. Yep, that is definitely what is happening. Max is cooking. And he set the table. There is a different bouquet on the table, a smaller one with only red roses, near the fancy glasses Sophie had bought for them, and an unopened bottle of Daniel's favorite red wine. On a plate there is what looks like warm fresh bread, and Max is stirring a pot that smells like bolognese sauce, while some pasta is cooking in another.

This must be an alternate reality.

He's still trying to make some sense of it, when Max finally turns, still talking to the cats, and notices him, startling.

"You were quick!" he says, blushing for some reason Daniel doesn't even want to try and understand in the middle of all this, and all Daniel's brain can helplessly do in these trying times is resort to jokes.

"Careful, baby, if you keep bringing up how early I am, I'll have to start thinking you're not happy in the bedroom!"

It works, because Max snorts and rolls his eyes, abandoning the spoon to step closer to Daniel, finally tugging him closer for a decent kiss.

"I will show you how happy I am in the bedroom later" he promises, lips brushing against Daniel's, and Daniel is suddenly reminded of the fact that he hasn't seen his boyfriend naked for five days. Outrageous.

Before he can say anything though, Max pinches his side, stepping back with a frown.

"No, I said later!" he says, like he can read his mind or something. Maybe Daniel really should look into alien-replacing-boyfriends theories. As it is, all he can do is pout, which is useless, because Max is turning around again, reaching for the bigger of the two bouquets, the one Daniel had first seen, and offering it to Daniel with a shy smile.

"For you."

It's pretty, a mix of roses and three other flowers Daniel is not even going to attempt to guess the names of, and Daniel feels himself blush despite everything. He likes getting flowers and feeling special from time to time. Sue him.

"Thank you, baby" he says, smiling brightly while lightly touching one of the petals.

Max seems pleased by his reaction, leaning forward to kiss him again, but getting no further than a peck when an alarm goes off, making them both jump.

"The pasta!" Max exclaims, rushing back to the stove and talking to Daniel from over his shoulder. "Go sit down? And open the wine."

Daniel gives one last sniff to the flowers before putting them back down and going to sit. Max has chosen their fancier tablecloth too, something Daniel is pretty sure they had never used except when they had family over, and now he's worrying again about having forgotten something.

"Maxy, is it our anniversary or something? Is it my birthday?" he asks, working on getting the wine open without getting any on the tablecloth.

"What? No!" Max appears next to him, carrying two plates full of pasta, frowning at him in confusion.

"It's just..." Daniel gestures vaguely at the table, trying to find a word that won't make it seem like he's not happy with what is happening. "Unusual?"

Max still blushes, looking down at his own hands.

"It's just dinner, Daniel," he says. It doesn't look like just dinner, but it smells like dinner and Daniel is hungry, and he's sure that whatever is going on in Max's mind it will come out sooner or later, so he decides to let it go.

"Looks amazing, baby," he compliments, grabbing his fork, and enjoying the way Max's cheeks get even redder. He's pretty sure they would feel warm if he touched them right now.

Max waits for him to take the first bite, and Daniel would make a poisoning joke if it...

"Baby..." he pauses, feeling himself get embarrassingly choked up.

"I asked Grace for help," Max confirms shyly, not looking at Daniel in the eyes.

It tastes like home. It tastes like getting home from school to tell his mom about his day, like coming back after months of phone calls, like sitting down surrounded by his family.

"Is it okay?" Max asks, as if Daniel isn't on the verge of having a full breakdown on the spot because of his boyfriend asking his mom for help with making him food that tastes like love.

"It's perfect," is all he manages to get out, taking another bite to cover his reaction up. When he looks at Max again, he finds him staring at him, soft and lovely, blue eyes shining, and he can't help leaning forward to grab his hand and drag him closer for a kiss.

For his own sanity, Daniel brings the conversation back to safer grounds, telling Max about his flight and asking him about the days they had spent apart. There's not much to tell, since they had spent the whole time texting and every night calling, but it's nice, to just talk to him. To have this time together.

After the pasta, Max brings out some fruit, apologizing for the lack of dessert, but telling him that it would have been too far outside their diet plans with the bread, the pasta and the wine, but Daniel just shakes his head, accepting a slice of orange with a smile.

"So," he asks while he helps Max with tidying up, despite his protests, "I loved this, but what was it all about?"

He keeps watching as Max hesitates, taking his time loading the dishwasher, so he clocks in the moment when he decides to explain. Alien or not, he still knows Max.

"I was out playing with Charles, George and Alex, the other day," he finally says, closing the dishwasher and turning around. Daniel nods, thinking about the picture of a sweaty Alex laying on the padel court Max had sent three days ago. "Charles was talking about the last date he went on, and I realized that I couldn't remember ours."

Daniel blinks at him. He thinks back to it, but even if they live together and they spend as much time doing things together as possible, he can't remember a date date either. They're usually so happy to just be back home, they prefer to spend time on the couch with the cats or having sex, which is still nice and lovely, but not exactly a date.

"I thought that, you know, it is hard, of course, to go on dates outside for us," Max keeps on explaining, "but that didn't mean we couldn't have something nice."

So he bought Daniel flowers, drew him a bath, asked his mom for help with dinner. Oh, he loves this man so much.

He reaches forward, grabbing Max's waist and dragging him into a hug, before kissing him. This time, Max doesn't pull away until they're both panting for air.

"Thank you, baby, it was perfect" Daniel says, kissing Max's red cheek. "Do you have anything else planned?"

Max shakes his head. His eyes are blue blue blue and Daniel wants to love him forever.

"Then," he presses another kiss to Max's face, moving down towards his neck, "let me give you a treat, now."

He bites down, and Max moans, going pliant in Daniel's arms as usual.

"And the next date is on me."

[blushweddinggowns]

"You look stupid as all hell right now."

"You look stupid as all hell right now," Mike snorted as he watched Robin touch up Steve's eyeliner, "You know that right?"

"It's called romance, you ass," Steve hissed, flipping him off while dutifully keeping his head still, "Who invited you anyway?"

"Your better half."

Steve rolled his eyes but he didn't correct him. He was right anyway, "Isn't it a school night? Are you allowed to be out this late? What would your mom think, knowing you were wasting your precious brain power on Halloween parties-"

"I'm in college you fucking dick!"

That struck a nerve. Steve smirked, good. The little shit deserved it.

"And done!" Robin announced before either of them could throw anymore insults, "I think you look good, way sexier than Tim Curry, for sure. Mike come with me to go get Nancy for a second opinion. You obviously can't be trusted."

Mike huffed, mumbling something under his breath before both of them left the room. Steve was pretty damn sure Eddie had sent him in as a spy because despite all of his reassurances, he still didn't believe that Steve was going to follow through on this stupid costume. But here he was, adjusting his fish net stockings while examining himself in the mirror.

He looked...decent. Which was better than he had been expecting. The make-up wasn't as cartoonish as the movie, something that he hoped Eddie would appreciate. In all honesty, Steve was going to take no criticisms for how he put the whole thing together, Eddie was lucky it was happening at all. Not that he would but still. Though if Steve had to guess, Eddie was going to be a fan. He better fucking be a fan, considering how he'd been asking for this forever.

They'd been together five years. Five fantastic, wonderful years. And four Halloweens with Steve laughing in his face whenever he brought up the Rocky Horror Picture show as costume inspiration. But this year...Steve didn't know. Eddie had just looked...extra desperate this time, needy in a way that Steve just couldn't say no to.

So now here he was, moments away from going downstairs to entertain all of their new and old friends for hours on end, all while wearing a corset.

The things he did for love.

"Knock, knock," Eddie's voice called from the other side of the door, like he could just smell that Steve was alone, "You decent in there Stevie?"

"Not exactly?" Steve called back, still frowning in the mirror, "But you can come in. Just lock it behind you."

Steve didn't look up when Eddie waltzed in, but he did hear his little sharp intake of breath.

"Holy shit," Eddie mumbled, bordering on a whimper as he came up behind Steve. He wrapped his arms around his waist, locking eyes with him through the mirror, "You look..."

"Stupid as hell?" Steve answered for him, smiling a little at how flushed Eddie's face already was. Damn, maybe this thing wasn't that bad after all if it could make him look like that.

Eddie shook his head, swallowing once before breathing out, "I was going to say beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. Extremely attractive-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Steve laughed, turning around in his arms. He wrapped them around Eddie's neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss, "I'm glad you like it so much. In fact, I'll even let you take it off later tonight."

Steve thought that would have been a good deal, but it made Eddie frown, "Later? But we can-"

"We can what?" Steve interrupted, "Have sex with all of our adopted children downstairs waiting for us? I don't think so."

But Eddie wasn't done begging. He was even starting to bring out the wet, puppy dog eyes, the manipulative little shit, "B-But I can be quick. I can fix your make-up after. I can-"

"Nope," Steve laughed, pulling away from him with a little smirk, "You made your bed. Now lie in it."

Eddie nearly looked like he was gonna cry, the little drama queen, "I...I didn't think this through, did I?"

Steve grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek before going to the door. He looked back at him, his smile getting a little bigger at the desperate look on his face.

Maybe he did look like an idiot in the bizarre get-up, but Steve didn't care. Not when it had Eddie rushing to follow him out.

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)