#oh fuck i forgot to shade

[jockw]

first time coloring lenore fully

[cedarsmoke4]

“Ethan Win— uh, I mean, Peter Parker…”

Sometimes the silly idea is just too perfect to ignore😂

No-glasses versions and detail shots below the cut⬇️

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

its wild they made an entire day just for them

w/o the purple

[salmonlyster]

if i still hate this when i wake up then im going to redo the shading on the entire thing in a different style

mamaPs make some noise (crickets)

[antisocialxconstruct]

I've been thinking a lot about art and why it doesn't feel good anymore, and a lot of what I keep coming back to is a) simply not being happy with my style, but b) not feeling comfortable experimenting because I feel like I need things to be """post worthy""" 🙄 so like... it's kind of a vicious cycle lmao so I'm heeding the advice I used to give people trying to overcome perfectionism which was "don't worry about making things that are 'good enough' to post and just post everything."

So... some vague style experimenting 🤷‍♂️ and also a sketch of Ilya from forever ago that I really liked but kept thinking I would come back and do more with.

[jann-07]

Wizard Gem and red life Pearl but they swapped outfits because why not? (Click for better quality)

[bitegore]

Commission for @biteandblades on Twitter! Fucking psyched to get to post this, I had so much fun working on it!

[soggystarfish]

delusionship broke my heart. screw you man. only thing working is two slow dancers by mitski .

[pupkou]

i’m literally going to **** ******

[the-enby-bird]

A gal inspired by cyerce elegans, or the butterfly cyerce!

They are gorgeous little creatures, who art can never do justice. They're a type of nudibranch, or sea slug! They're absolutely stunning-- dare I say, more so than their colourful counterparts, cyerce nigricans! Fun fact about these little fools- they can just discard their cerata, the little leaf things, to create a diversion! They typically come in reds, browns, and yellows in order to camouflage with algae, however they are always partially transparent. Fabulous little beasts, aren't they?

[ssweetiebop]

Some swap Kim babyyy!!! I am in love with that au, and am desperately waiting for that sixth chapter

[the-kipsabian]

okay okay okay okay yeah

i can already tell you im gonna have fun with this project

aka just watching the first ever aew singles match and its like. hes so tiny. bright-eyed. HOPEFUL YOUNG STAR and hes only gonna get further from here <3

[mrsmarlasinger]

I can always tell I'm having a work dream because I wake up with the fucking schedule still in my mind's eye

[iril-the-warlock]

Really makes me feel like this goes super great into a very cursed Fenton family au: like, the Wayne's are descendants from the nightingale like of the Fentonnightingales and so aren't AS cursed, but they counteracted that by living in gotham of all places. Danny's got So Many curses my dudes, just, everything, beacon of undead to himself, bad luck, always hunted, paranoia (it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you) etc etc and like, it's bad my dudes.

Jazz escapes the curses by having a stupidly op warded bear(because I love that au idea)

Danny took a summer and went full on occultist to get some gosh darn sleep. He had Sam drag him to a bunch of seminars, conventions, and they hunted down John Constantine for tax evasion and profit (and for his tips on occult crap). Danny shows up to gotham with cany cigarettes, a lime green trench coat and the deepest eyebags anyone has ever met. They're full Gucci.

The bats are concerned.

Danny finally gets done warding his room, gets a fantastic night's sleep, and starts hunting down the gotham curses (with Lady Gotham's permission) because he might not be able to fix the curses on him and his bloodline, but damn if he's not gonna help out Aunti Gotham

Dp x dc scenarios I forgot

Danny had just moved into the Wayne manor. The whole situation was messed up. Danny had been regularly targeted by mysterious beings and Danny being the second removed cousin of the Waynes was placed with Bruce. It did not help that he had black hair and blue eyes.

When Danny finally came from the airport he immediately requested to go to his room. And they were very understanding of his situation and didn't push much further. And left him alone.

Until Dick came over to check on him. And found him putting square papers in the corners and windows. All of them having been written in unknown language. That was faintly glowing green.

That was deeply. . . . Concerning. So Dick softly made himself known and slowly asked

"Um, whacha doing?" The teen turned to Dick, quickly like a spring being unloaded. Quick and precise. His eyes seemed so unmoving, like he was judging his very existence.

"Sorry. . . I am just putting up wards. Keeps the voices quiet, and the dead quieter."

Dick softly inhaled and mumbled " not dealing with that , alone. And decided to bring some reinforcements. Quickly

----

Danny was more than annoyed. His parents managed to mess up big time to awaken old curses on the Fenton family bloodline. And now it was targeting him. As the currently strongest Fenton descendant .

I mean they were weak but they had sacrificed themselves and only have mind on their vengeance and In return became blood hounds that were annoying and loud.

And unmoving in their resolve.

He was losing a lot of sleep over this. Finally his parents decided to do something and in the mean time sent him off to a distant relative. Hoping that changing of custody can change his last name and forgive him from the curse.

Spoiler alert it didn't.

When he finally arrived at the manor he was already ready to pass out from exhaustion. And walked directly to his room and started preparing wards. It should help. In the middle of the preparation the oldest came and literally told him what he was doing. It didn't help that he was still cranky and that made him much weirder than usual. The man made a weird face and quickly excused himself.

Great another person who thinks he is a weirdo.

"Just what language is this" ughh another voice. He was not in the mood to play exposition. Nor in the mindset.

"The language of the unborn. " He just started quickly not done with the wards. It still needed protection against tampering.

"Uh huh"

"What does it do?" Another asked

"Keeps the voices away, the sources in the primordial soup and the forgotten whisperers as just a trace" he is aware he is being like clockwork but who cares. He is too tired to care.

[autism-corner]

im sick

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!” god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a step closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”