#might not finish

[fryebitch]

wip (now finished)

[subacctformaribat]

A Challange Worth Takeing On!

It has been four years since Hawkmoth’s defeat (Chat gave up his Miraculous after the defeat and then disappeared) and Marinette traveled to Gotham to get away from her past. After Hawkmoth’s defeat Marinette, being the guardian of the miraculous, decided to take the miraculous elsewhere(and also get away from Lila and her old friends). Where she found herself was in Gotham where she met a tall dark haired boy that she now calls her Husband, his name is Damian Wayne. Now after three years of marriage (even though Damian’s brothers still don’t believe that their younger brother could find love and keep a girl long enough to marry) Marinette and Damian now have another challenge ahead of them.

This is one challenge that they both are new too but won’t be as hard as fighting a villain and one that will bring much joy to them both and the family. 

Marinette is four months pregnant and the only person who knows that are the Kawmis and Damian the challenge they have is that they have still yet to tell either of their families and still live in the Wayne manor which was quite a feat to keep the news from Alfred and Bruce for as long as they have. Damian and Marinette found out in the first month of her being pregnant and have kept it a secret for three months ,and now they have to tell their families before they find out for themselves and have to deal with another mess. The reason they have kept it a secret is because they wanted a chance to prepare for the smothering of the family once they found out about the soon to be new addition to the family.

Which brings us to now where they have gathered the family in the dining room full of shenanigans and two expecting parents wondering if they should keep their secret or not.  

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“Hey little D why does pixie pop look like she is about to run away , did you finally scare her off.”Jason teased 

“No Todd, if anything would deter my Angel it would be you being rambunctious ” Damian glared at Jason.

Tim decided to pop up in the conversation a little intrigued by Damian’s response “Why would us being rambunctious be the cause when she has never been bothered by it before unless you are hiding something from us?”

“Yeah baby bird , ‘Nette has been avoiding seeing anyone besides Sabine, Alfred , or Bruce for about three months now!” Dick exclaimed   

Marinette decided now was a good time to speak up and give a glare to her three brother-in-laws  “ I have not been avoiding anyone Dick , I was simply protecting myself from being in a crushing hug or someone crashing into me”

From that the room went silent as everyones’ worries began to grow as this was an unusual statement from the girl.

Everyone was worried about their favorite little designer and demon tamer wondering if she was  injured somehow or if something bad happened.

Sabine was the first to speak “ are you okay honey why are you avoiding crushing hugs?”

Her mother was properly worried because she knew her daughter was never one to shy away from hugging a family member.

“Well mamma the reason why Dami and I have stayed after the monthly dinner and joined everyone in the living room this time around is because we have big news for everyone.”Mari said 

***Damian’s family and Marinette’s family have a monthly dinner to catch up and whatnot with each other , then they usually gather in the living room after to play games or to try and embarrass one another ,which it was usually the latter so Marinette and Damian did not hang around after dinner often.*****

Jason popped up and said “ You're not finally leaving demon spawn are you?”

Damian was about to retort to Jason when Marinette jumped up and yelled at Jason, surprising and worrying Damian due to how fast she got up ,and the others worried due to her actually yelling at all.  

“No, Jay, I will not be leaving Dami as I am four months pregnant and don’t enjoy you calling the father of my unborn child demon spawn!”  (that nickname always hit a cord with Marinette and she has not corrected it but she is hormonal due to being pregnant and just sort of lashed out at Jason) 

“Angel! You should not get up so fast! You could hurt yourself and our baby!”,Damian scolded 

Mari for her rashness and that did not go unnoticed by the family and put it away to tease him about it later for when he was not around Marinette. Which was wise on their part as they did not want to aggravate the pregnant Mari more.

After they got over the shock of Mari yelling at Jason and Damian scolding her they finally let what was yelled at Jason to sink in!

[mushysposts]

Julius :)

[tootyfruityz]

Was going to make this a comic but theres a 50% chance I may not finish it cause I'm lazy so for now they're just drawings.

[lamentfullm1ss]

WIP..

[writeousposting]

took a writing prompt a ran w it.. havent finished, but here's the wip for now, since ive not posted anything writing yet on here.

Wip under the cut.

It was a shining day, the sun blaring down on the people of Yokohama, not quite blistering, but not gently in any way. A seemingly perfect day for Osamu.

Warmness was always her favourite; it reminded her of home. The agency.

Speaking of; she was heading there from her dorm! She was a bit (very) late, but it was a routine, at this point! Though, she was sure that Kunikida would be angry. She was a bit later than usual, to his defence.

As if on a cue, to save her from her demise of work, a strangely familiar portal opened beneath her. Strange, she could have sworn her ability nullified other’s.

It usually did! Not at the touch of the ability itself, though, hence the portal, she reasoned. Not giving herself a second to think about what to do, she clumsily fell through said portal, the yellowish glistening exterior encasing her, almost gently.

Weird.

Though, she had no time to linger and consider the feeling, as she was quickly thrown out of it, head pounding as she realised her eyes had somehow slid shut.

As she opened the lids that encased the balls inset in her skull, once thing become apparent;

She collapsed! And her head hurt! One weird thing right into another! (Though, they were likely connected.) It didn’t take long for the uncomfortable pounding of her head to lighten to a mild headache, and for her to realise she had been kidnapped.

How unfortunate.. Perhaps it was a beautiful woman willing to commit double suicide with her? (Not that she actually cared about beautiful women.)

Though… As she glanced around the place she woke in, she came to the quick realisation that it was important to get going and start figuring out on how to get out of the.. Cage she was in. She blinked. A Cage. And not just a cage, a dog crate. A roomy one, she fit it easily, but it was still built for a dog.

A wretched mutt of a creature, she thought. Thankfully for her, no dog seemed to be in sight or had been in the crate for at least some time.

Speaking of sight, a quick sweep of the room revealed a particular lack of it. There was only one, small lamp atop the crate she was being held in, just enough for her to see herself and just barely outside the crate, and not much farther.

Attempting to push herself forward, against the cage’s door, makes her deathy aware that a collar is tied tightly around her throat and bound to the bars at the back of the cage, straining at her neck as she leans towards the entrance.

The collar tightened. She leaned back towards where it was tied to evade any possible choking.

She was even chained up like a dog.

This had to of been on purpose, she thought bitterly. Someone she knew was doing this.

But who?

As if given a cue, a soft creaking of a door at the top of what Osamu assumes is stairs leading down to the - assumed - cellar she was stuck in echo’s out into her ears. She held her breath as steps slowly approached, stairs audibly straining under the weight of her captor.

She stared expectingly, waiting. It was only one set of footsteps, she could do a one v one.

However, whatever she was expecting was false - not that she knew what she was expecting - as Fyodor, the Russian terrorist, is who steps out of the dark, flicking the lights on to give the brunette a better line of sight at the rat of a man.

”Dostoevsky,” she seethed, a cough violently pushing its way out of her throat. Probably from the stale air and dust of the cellar, she thought, internal monologue bitter in every sense of the word, even the dissatisfying taste of a salty meal lingered on her tongue at the sight of the man.

Said man snickered, approaching the cage with an amused glint in his eyes. Her hands gripped a leash, pink in colour, tight enough his knuckles turned white.

The Russian bent down to the entrance of the cage, opening it slowly, movement methodical, practised, purposeful.

Osamu couldn't help but scowl disapprovingly. She had been captured by a rat, she thought angrily. She would never live this down.

Another amused noise escaped the Russian’s throat. His pale limps reached out, and Osamu quickly backed as far into the cage as she could, like a feral animal backing from the touch of a vet.

As much as she detested the cage, the crate, she despised that man even more. He could barely be considered a man at all, in her eyes. (not that she was better).

The being before her returned the sneer, before his expression returned to a neutral one. A tingle of pride shot through Osamu as that small, VERY small, victory.

However, that single moment of distraction is what got her attached to the leash in the monster’s hands and unlatched from the crate.

She would have been thankful for that, if it were not Dostoevsky at the other end of the leash.

If it were Chuuya, maybe she wouldn't mind, but the girl wasn't here, and instead that thing was, she spat to herself, mentally, of course. (she would never admit to preferring Chuuya over anyone. Over her dead fucking body).

She would crudely snapped from her thoughts as Dostoevsky harshly tugged at the leash, beckoning the detective out of the crate. With a tense sigh, Osamu followed, crawling out of the crate (if only it were large enough to stand in, she mused), and stood once she exited.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do, as the person before her quickly shoved her to the ground, quite rudely, might she add, without a word.

A quiet yelp escaped her mouth despite herself. Her face flushed a beat red.

Dostoevsky’s lips curled upwards at the corners, “Dogs don’t stand on two legs, yknow,” she spoke smoothly, voice almost comforting at the way it sounded.

Osamu quickly slapped herself to take the thought out of her mind. Dostoevsky was not comforting, no. That was worse than admitting Chuuya was someone she valued! (which she wasn't).

It took a moment for the brunette to realise that she had been called a dog.

Well, that would explain the crate, she thought, glancing at it bitterly. She detested everything ‘dog’. And rat. But mostly dog.

Shaking her mind clear, she glared up at Dostoevsky, who seemed to be observing her with amusement.

”What,” Osama barked out, holding back a snarl. That would be too dog-like.

”Nothing,” she insisted, shaking her head gently, “Just waiting for you to be ready to go upstairs,” he added on, somehow graceful as he stood in a dirty wet cellar.

Of which Osamu was on the floor of. Pushing aside her pride, she nodded solemnly, “I’m ready,” she sighed out.

A smile graced Fyodor’s lips, “Then let’s go.” he began to walk, hand still harshly gripping the poor leash that had been latched to her via the collar unfortunately bound to her throat.

Recounting the crude way she had been shoved to the ground when standing, Osamu opted to crawl, on her hand and knees.

If she got dirty, she could simply clean it once she got out of whatever game Dostoevsky was plotting.

After a small struggle against the stairs, Osamu was lead to a living room, a large one, at that.

She supposes that the Russian was rich, which would explain the large living spaces as well as the well-executed décor.

"Stay," was the only word that left Dostoevsky's lips as he led Osamu to sit beside the couch, not on the couch, but beside it.

Osamu supposes that the man was taking the 'dog' thing overly serious. Fyodor would disappear into the kitchen, giving Osamu a chance to inspect her surroundings.

It was nice, like.. Really nice. It was old-fashioned, sure, but it was big, bigger than the Russian alone needed, thats for sure.

Osamu was stationed right beside the couch, a large piece of furniture that looked like it would squeak if you sat on it. She doubted Fyodor used it anyway, it looked way too shiny for that, almost new.

So did the coffee table, actually. The glass in the middle of it glittering brightly at Osamu. If she peered at it from above, she could probably see herself in the reflection of it! The wood was nicely furnished as well, a nice deep burgundy colour seeped into it from the finish.

She rarely cared about furniture, but she had little else to do than inspect it. And it was strange, there was a bottom compartment to the table, like most of it’s kind do, but nothing was on it aside from a single book and some candles, neatly stacked around each other.

“Neat freak,” she would mutter to herself, letting her gaze scan across the room for something. What she was looking for, exactly? She wasn't sure. A way out, perhaps?

There was a fire place. A nice brick one, too, real, unlike most nowadays, being fake flames pushed onto a heater. She supposes she can give Fyodor that, at least. There was a picture atop it, like some old manors used to do with the head of the house; but this wasnt a portrait. It was.. Well, maybe a portrait, but it was a dog. A brown one with brown eyes and bandages wrapped around it.

It looks like her as a dog. A shiver sent down her spine at that thought.

It had to of been a coincidence, right?

Right?

…

She wasnt allotted any more time to ponder over the coincidences of the picture, as Dostoevsky waltzed back into the room, a confident timbre to his posture, amused. Entertained, even.

End of WIP.

[longridetodestiny]

Got hit with the soft feels

[ojiro-s-hellish-site]

Might make a Lackasona, IDK though I might delete later..

Also, this is a WIP.

[kairukitsuneo]

I dun know this guy but his design is so cool

😭😭

Test doodle (might not finish him until I read the comics)

[nicky-hermit]

Wip :))

[pencakesstuff]

[larsofthe-stars]

Unfinished stuff (I don't know what to post)

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[r0sevent]

Unfinished vent I made today with Gym bee and Curly

[4kviatorii]

OC WIP reveal!!

[porcelaincell]

Hello interesting people of Tumblr! School is murdering my very essence, so I have not been on the art grind lately, so take these two sketches! The colored one is my most recent piece, but I'm unsure if I'll ever finish it, and then the horse is something I did about a month ago. I'm currently suffering from a language class, so I am unsure when I'll be drawing again, yay!

I also want to make it a habit to share music I listen to when drawing because music is amazing, and I love sharing and listening to all genres of music 🎶

1st sketch I listened to Plenka - Nostalgia, Plenka - Cascade

2nd sketch I was listening to Caravan Palace - Rock it for me