#permission to keep using that?

[teddybeartoji]

ur handle made me think of this but do u think toji likes being called ur lil tojibear

TOJIBEAR!!!!!!!! OOOOHHH MY FUCKINGG GOD STOP THIS MADNESS I AM SLEEPY AND SAPPY I CANNOT DO THIS HE WOULD 10000% ROLL HIS EYES AND SCOFF AND HUFF AND PUFF HIS CHEST HE'D TEASE YOU AND TELL YOU TO STOP BUT INSIDE. HE LOVES IT. HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU CALL HIM ALL THESE SILLY CUTE NAMES BC NOBODY ELSE EVER DOES IT IT'S WEIRD AT FIRST BUT THEN HIS HEART BEATS A LITTLE FASTER AND HIS CHEEKS GROW A LITTLE WARMER BC IT'S LOVE YOU DO IT OUT OF LOVE HE'S YOUR LITTLE TOJIBEAR YOU BESTOW THESE NICKNAMES UPON HIM AND HE WEARS THEM WITH PRIDE BECAUSE IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Danse Macabre

[Commission]

[tesco-finest-aromantics]

i feel like the queer community lost when we started policing labels and making sure everyone used the Correct™ labels instead of letting a person decide what feels right for them

[dangerbizz]

Yk you’re doing it right when 60+ people get jealous over your ship and some claim to be your alt accounts

[bloomeng]

Following on from the previous ask about Bruce’s look if you don’t really want to do a cowl maybe you could just add some sharp bat ears or smth to make the silhouette feel more Batman while still staying on the current theme since the ears are the main feature of the cowl other than the fact it covers everything

Maybe something like what I did for Duke?

I quickly drew this just over the top after thinking over the last conversation

[hollygl125]

William Petersen in TO LIVE AND DIE IN L.A. (1985), dir. William Friedkin BEFORE + AFTER

[gawki]

Ai art fuck off

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 20

Did you know? Hero and villain prompts were some of the first whump content I intentionally consumed! I will forever be salty that mainstream superhero content could never live up to those prompts.

Content warnings for: Gun violence, threats of death, and mildly suggestive comments

Giving Permission to Die

“So? What’s the plan today?” The villain shouted across the room at the hero whose captivity he’d been in for… a week, now. Maybe more.

“Finally giving you what you want,” he responded with a shrug, playing with the knife in his hands. Flip it over, switch hands. Flip it over, switch hands.

“You don’t look prepared to present me with your corpse.”

“Oh, my death wouldn’t end your sentence, my love.” The flipping game was getting boring, and he picked at dirt under his nails using the blade instead. “You’d be chained up here with the rotting thing until you passed away yourself. Not punishment enough for your crimes, but it’s better than letting you roam the streets.”

“Sounds like you’re not giving me what I want then.”

“Be glad my greatest sin is telling lies.” A pointed glare accused him of crimes he’d plead innocent to, yet again. The knife moved to scratch an itch with the flat of it. 

“You sure that torturing a man isn’t higher on that list?”

“The pen is mightier than the sword, love.” A gesture with the damned thing now. He pushed down the urge to point out the obvious differences between that little thing and a sword. But the dick joke was funny in his head and didn’t involve initiation of a measuring contest.

“And your forked tongue doesn’t salivate ink. Swords can make quick work of those.” 

“Oh, shall I try it out on yours?” The hero stuck out his tongue at him.

“Put me out of my misery first.”

The knife plunged into the floor and he stood, never taking his eyes off of the villain.

“That. That’s what I’m talking about. Always egging me on. Trying to make me go too far.” He stalked forward and pulled a pistol from the inside pocket of his jacket. Entirely concealed from the outside. “I’ll go too far today. Just for you.” 

“Cute prop.” He hid the way his body shivered at the sight, praying the hero wouldn’t call his bluff. He was chained to this wall by his ankles, wrists, and neck. It wouldn’t be useful to put himself in a more vulnerable position.

“Here, let me fire. Maybe you’ll believe it then.” The gun aimed at the concrete beside his head but he paused. “Oh, who am I kidding. I should save your hearing for the last few minutes of your life.”

Foam earplugs were thrust into his ears and held still while they extended to block the canal, and the other did the same for himself. 

“Now, where was I?” Of course, shouting loud enough to bypass the earplugs. He aimed only a foot to the left of the villain’s head, pulling away as far as he possibly could, and fired. 

The sound ricocheted around the room, admittedly too small to facilitate gunfire, and he grinned at the way his victim flinched, eyes going wide. He walked forward and plucked the bullet out from its newfound pocket in the concrete, scattering dust and chunks that had stood solid just moments before. 

It was still warm from being shot and he dropped his knees, pressing it into the villain’s hand and folding up fingers to protect it. It trembled in his grip. 

“Do you believe me now, dear?” he spoke low into their ear, making sure he could still hear the threatening tone.

“Leave. Put that damn thing away and leave. You won’t shoot me and I know it.”

He cradled his cheek with the gun. And slid it up to sit against his temple. 

“How confident are you?” 

“Deadly so.”

BANG.

The world was fuzzy from the shot. The noise too close to his head, bleeding into his vision despite the protection. He looked down at his hands to see the blood dripping down them, spraying from his forehead. But only the bullet rolling in his palm greeted him. 

“Oops, guess the magazine was out.” 

Comprehension was a struggle. His forehead burned, but without blood… the hero’s thumb reached up and he flinched back uselessly as it rubbed over the not-hole. It came back covered in soot, wiped against his jaw like it was nothing. 

“What…?”

He released the magazine from the gun and presented it. Empty. 

“You were right. I didn’t shoot you.”

“You…”

“Pulled the trigger? Absolutely. Let’s rectify that little mistake, love.” Another magazine from his pocket, showing the bullets loaded inside, and shoving it into place. 

Then the front sight pressed against the villain’s lips, wiggling between them and scratching his teeth. He shook his head, turning it to the side. 

“No, no. You asked me for this, baby. I’ll follow through for you.” His hand steadied his chin, squeezing his jaw, and the muzzle jammed into the teeth with the threat to break. He had no choice but to let it in.

Gunpowder was a repulsive taste. Ash and acid. Then metal, still warm from recent discharge, but cooling rapidly. He guided it in, not stopping when teeth clamped down in an attempt to ward it off. The muzzle pressed toward his gag reflex when the trigger guard finally brushed his lips and he sighed, a whiny pathetic thing. 

“C’mon. Nod, babe, and I’ll pull the trigger. Hero’s honor. To save those in need.”

Nothing. He held him by the back of the head, devious smile aware of each action’s connotation, and twisted the pistol to force it further, making him gag on it. 

“Tell me to do it. I’ll let you die. I’ll blow your fucking brains out, sweetheart.”

The hammer clicked back. His finger inched toward the trigger. The villain held his breath, unmoving.

And then the gun ripped out of his mouth, sight tearing across his cheek and lip, splattering his blood across the floor where it flew and spun to a stop at the other end of the room.

“Right. Don’t ask me again.”

[wellfine]

Hey I found ur art uncredited on tik Tok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMreQSnaw/

They said they "found it on Reddit" so they just decided to steal it and post it ig?? Ugh!!

Wow, that's a whole other repost to the one I thought it was going to be, lol. It's been reposted to TikTok once before, and I'm also not surprised this person got it from Reddit, where I doubt I was credited either.

At the end of the day I appreciate the heads up but there's nothing I can really do about it. The most helpful thing anyone can do is to leave comments on the reposts to provide credit,* because if artists ever try and comment then we pretty invariably get attacked. Don't be mean or aggressive, that just builds their animosity towards the artists, but I do think people respond positively to outside pressure to do the right thing 🤷

*Remember to make sure there's enough context - eg. something like "art by @ landegart on Twitter" is more searchable/useful than "artist is Landeg" to someone on TikTok who has no idea who I am haha

[flufflecat]

Today I got to have an entire 3 message long dm convo with Alex Hirsch. I am never getting over this high.

[pluck-heartstrings]

I may or may not be commissioning a VRC avatar of the princess for some personal use and made this ref :3

I hope she’s pretttyyy

I'm???? Shrieking???? This is pretty! AAAAAA

I will say tho, I would appreciate some heads up if you're going to be using something of my design for personal use. I know this au is pretty small and the DCA fandom as a whole is a bit on the smaller side, but a bit of a heads up would be polite in the future.

Like, I want to see it, I'm happy that my design inspired you enough to want a VRC avatar made of the Princess, but because it makes me happy I want to hear about it! And maybe it's just the Canadian in me, it's common courtesy.

You have my permission to proceed /waggles finger/ but please ask permission before you commission anything with a design that doesn't belong to you.

[fivepebble]

not sure who this is. been calling him "byce"

[bittwitchy]

oh how brina loves the cw reusing concepts when it works for her chars CS: Jensen Ackles and Danielle Rose Russell

[overchromatic]

i updated firealpaca thinking it'd be fine but for the first time it got WORSE. what do you MEAN i can't make the fucking brush window any smaller anymore. this is fucking up my whole set up. i hate this so bad i had everything moved around and sized exactly how i like it for YEARS and now I can't have that anymore. what the fuck.

[jeepersjpeg]

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[calypsolemon]

kind of baffled by how many ppl thought "collector returns to the stars" meant "collector went to return to their family." I doubt that the only 2 things in this universe is the planet the boiling isles is on and wherever the archivists are from, and I feel like the point was very much that the collector is leaving the planet/realm he was trapped on for ages to explore the vastness of space and meet new people. Its obviously him putting his own spin on what the archivists do, to learn from all that is out there in the universe hands-on rather than kept frozen in time behind a glass.