#more art will be posted in the morning i think

[macabrebatz]

GIFT EXCHANGE (Art the Clown/Reader)

Pt. 2 of O, Christmas Tree

Summary: You celebrate Christmas with Art

Author’s Note: Meant to post this on Christmas Day but I felt like crap. Hope you all enjoy a little late Christmas fluff. Happy holidays to everyone! Also thank you @hauntedfoodie for the this cute idea of exchanging gifts with Art!

Warnings/tags: Fluff, Art being Art, reader is filled with anxiety mainly due to Art, Vicky is briefly mentioned, gender neutral reader, spot the Scream reference, can be read as platonic or romantic to be honest, once again…are they roommates or lovers? You decide.

It had been a few weeks since Art had surprised you by decorating for Christmas. The tree he had gotten sat as a constant reminder of his rare but much-needed kindness.

Christmas was only in a few days. You couldn’t help but stare at the gifts below the tree. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

At first, you had been very concerned about the gifts under the tree. What Art did was a kind gesture. Sure. But you knew Art. You knew the kind of being he was. You weren’t oblivious.

You’ve received presents from Art in the past. Presents is a strong word actually. What you had received was more of what you would call “evidence from a crime scene that Art most definitely caused wrapped up in a little box with a bow”.

However, your concern slowly dissipated when you found yourself examining the gift boxes early one morning. Art had wandered off, nowhere to be found. You had figured he was out on one of his usual sprees. Since you were alone you took the opportunity to sit in front of the tree, picking up each box.

There weren’t many which you saw as a good thing. If there were any body parts in them at least it wouldn’t be a lot.

You looked for anything that could be a sign of something gross or disturbing. No boxes were leaking any blood so that was a good start. None of the boxes smelled bad which was another good sign.

You picked up one of the black boxes, examining it with your hands. No blood, no smell. Much like the others.

You gave it a gentle shake and sighed in relief. For a moment you were scared that you might hear something crawling around in one of the boxes. You wouldn’t have been shocked if Art had snuck one of Vicky’s rats in the box to scare you.

You sat the box down with the others and a small smile spread across your face. You were still mentally preparing yourself. Just because he had opted out of body parts doesn’t mean that Art’s presents were going to be a joy to open. But you were still pleasantly surprised that the presents under the tree seemed fairly normal.

A few days passed and Christmas Eve was in full swing. Art had showed up at your house, covered in blood. The white trim of the Santa costume was no longer white. It wasn’t surprising to you. It was a routine at this point.

Art would leave for a prolonged amount of time, sometimes even days. Then he’d come to your house and you’d help clean him up. Despite his teeth and occasionally his hands, Art surprisingly seemed to like being clean after a long day of causing absolute mayhem. You would never fuss when he got blood all over your floor. And he would never put up a fuss when you lead him to the bathroom and put him in the shower.

Art had finished his shower before either of his costumes had dried all the way. You couldn’t convince him to wear anything different so he opted to roam around the house nude.

“Are you not cold?” You questioned.

He simply shook his head with a smile. You couldn’t help but giggle as he sauntered off.

Eventually, the suit was dry and you took it to Art, who got dressed.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked the clown, watching him as he pulled his gloves onto his hand.

Art perked up and put his finger to his lips, tapping as if he were thinking of an answer. He grinned, nodding his head.

You both made your way to the living room and got comfortable on the couch. You found yourself watching multiple movies. A couple of Christmas classics and a couple of horror movies. Eventually, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, your head falling onto Art.

The next morning you woke up from your curled position on the couch, jumping at the sight of Art right in your face. He was sitting on the floor in front of you, silently staring at you with a smile on his face. On his head, he donned a Santa hat. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he had sat there like that. You weren’t fully sure if he even needed to sleep.

“Merry Christmas, Art.”

He stood up and grabbed your arms, pulling you up to a sitting position. He then walked over to the Christmas tree and picked up one of the black boxes under it.

Your stomach did a flip as he placed the box in your hands. It was rather light and it was wrapped up nicely with a little red bow on top.

Art sat down on the floor, crossing his legs. He patted his knees as he smiled at you.

All you could do was hope that whatever was in the box was normal as you hesitantly began unwrapping the box. Art was grinning ear to ear and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The wrapping paper dropped onto the floor as you began to open the box. Inside was crinkly, red paper that you pulled out of the box. Underneath was an oversized dark red sweater. You pulled it out slowly, holding it up to look at it. Your fingers ran over the material. It was a good-quality sweater. You weren’t sure how or where Art had gotten it. It wasn’t like he was the type to go shopping. But he was the type to take stuff. You shrugged off the mental image of Art taking it from one of his victims. It was best not to linger.

You held up the sweater and smiled. It didn’t really matter where he got it, you couldn’t believe that Art had gotten you something so nice.

“Thank you so much, Art,” you said.

You slid down off of the couch onto the floor in front of where he sat and leaned over to hug him. He excitedly embraced you back.

You pulled off of him and looked under the tree.

“Okay, you’re next,” you said.

Art made a shocked face as if he were going to say, “You got a present for me?”

You grabbed a red box you had put under the tree a few days ago and Art gleefully took it from your hands. He quickly ripped off the wrapping and opened the box revealing a Bowie knife with a shiny white handle.

Art flipped it around in his hand, testing the weight of it. He grinned as he slid his finger along the blade and poked the tip of his digit on the pointed end.

“I was watching this movie while you were gone and these killers had a knife like that. I thought you would like it. And then I may or may not have snuck into the workshop to see if you already had one. And you didn’t, which is surprising-”

Art caused you to stop rambling when he surprised you with a hug. He never stopped you from hugging him but it was rare that he initiated it. He wrapped his arms around you. It was his way of silently thanking you.

You pulled away from Art with a smile. You glanced at the presents under the tree.

“Ready for the next one?” you asked.

Art nodded, clapping his hands together excitedly.

From the outside, the situation you found yourself in was odd, to say the least. Maybe it was even a little concerning. Living with a murderous clown wasn’t really on your bucket list nor did you ever expect to be spending a holiday with one. But here you were, exchanging gifts with the Miles County Clown. But despite the absurdity of it all, maybe spending Christmas with him wasn’t so bad after all.

[changingplumbob]

Struck By Love – Dec 27th Post 5

Cut for potential spoilers this holiday season (Dec 16th - Jan 5th)

We tried it and...

Coraline: I like it! It’s sweet

Byron: Are we eating the same food? It’s disgusting

Layla: Byron don’t be rude

Art: It’s fine, it’s not like I made it. More for me

Coraline: And me!

Layla: Yeah I think you better have my portions to because... my stomach does not get along with it

Art: Is it morning sickness?

Layla: Yes but also just ew. Have they never heard of gingerbread in Windenburg?

Byron: I don’t have to finish the plate do I

Art and I chuckled and shook our heads while Coraline grabbed his piece for her plate.

[bugzi-09]

Jason todd headfannons

We all know about the white streak post-pit Jason Todd. And while its arguable that he doesn't have one in cannon;

(Under The Red Hood)

Its a personal preference from the artist

(Batman: Hush [and yes I know this is clayface impersonating Jason but it is still an accurate representation of Jason])

However moving all the way back in time Jason,

(1983's Batman: #357)

He had strawberry blonde hair

Now Im not taking completely from the 1983 comic as Jasons background is much more similar to Dick's in that, But I would like to touch on the hair discrepancy.

My personal Fannon is when Jason originally joined Batman as the second Robin he did have curly strawberry blonde (or red whatever you prefer), hair, However for the marketability and consistency of Batmans robin, Bruce made him dye and straighten his hair. And when he was resurrected, his hair became stained black and the white streak came into exsistance (The logic behind this is a little rocky but we know in the DC universe chemicals can permanently change hair color), however his curls stayed. The inconsistency of the white streak can be explained as him dying it out- it might be traumatic to see or he could just like his hair as one color- either way I think it sets up a nice continuity and its kinda fun to think he straightens his hair in the morning. It also explains the inconsistencies and gives him a bit more trama spice. Thank you for reading stay tuned for Jason Todd headfannon art in the next week.

[bugbot]

Verdie art fans rejoice! I drew. Here's Metro. :3

[cali]

thank you tipsilon you will keep us warm

[weaselishmcdiesel]

katnep is the type of ship you'd expect nepeta to try really hard and dress all cutely and karkat be a bit more lazy and wear the same clothes BUT if we're all being honest karkat would absolutely dress up all fancy and nepeta would wear her usual clothes. karkat would go to kanaya in a heartbeat, kanaya would try to reach out to nepeta but nepeta will not comply.

bonus points if kanaya continues to try and make something pretty but also comfortable and fitting for nepetas tastes but it backfires because she then never takes it off and kanaya has to watch it very clearly become worn and ruined as nepeta rolls around in dirt. Kanaya accounted for that of course, but nepeta somehow surpassed her expectations anyways

i think youre totally completely right

[cozylittleartblog]

had a(nother) nightmare

[dizzybizz]

i did the meme,,, i did the meme

[ying-doodles]

quick modern au comic based off true events- (me and my dad at costco earlier today)

EDIT: there's a sequel now! the good ending~ :>

[ghouly-boiiiii]

Body heat

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Ghoulcy Week Day 1 - Cold Wasteland Nights

Yes, I am late and my lighting sucks raider balls but here's a thing for Ghoulcy week 😃

UPDATE: Uploaded slightly better version (or at least one with stars lol 🤣) original below the cut 🙂

[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[dirigibleplumbing]

happy birthday, Dean Winchester! have a destiel reunion

Maybe when our story's over, we'll go where it's always spring The band is playing our song again, all the world is green - Tom Waits, "All the World is Green"

[084392]

pokesquares #0387-0395

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse I don't think that preference is news to anyone but y'know I did connect the dots there. Also I'm weak <3

*self insert is not a girl (he/ she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[sandsofsolstice]

alright listen. let the record show i do have oc art i could post but im soooooooooooooo estranged with art right now we're having a temporary divorce.

but i did manage to draw these after many a week of drawing absolutely nothing

sorry for getting into spn in 2024. you jump in to your friends' watch party (in s6, in some of s6's worst episodes) for funsies and then three days later youre watching s1 "just to have something in the background." and then you watch spn for 20 days straight from start to finish. and then the tragic little gay people haunt you

[gingerale13]

Magnet Yuri

I am slowly becoming a shit post account aren't I