#picasso is that you

[dawnofiight]

Guess who: Gavin!

This is a sketch btw that I didn't feel like rendering so hahahaha. This is mostly for Asher which I promised to draw a really long time ago. I'm on break still but I thought it'd be funny to post this and then leave for 3 months. (I'm kidding)

Tag list:

@achios

@ashertickler

@astrodude-87

@aurorialwolf

@dukecollinsbf

@infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt

@moronkyne

@pandoraroid

@plaqying

@porters-fangs

@professionallyyappinabtangst

@puffin-smoke

@skunkox

@starlogician

@sunsickcrab

@themeridian

@tunacatfishes

@zimix-whispers

If you want to get added lol let me know.

[forgetful-nerd]

Rise! Mikey and 2012! Raph would be best friends because the moment Rise! Mikey spotted this cutie sitting on 2012! Raph’s shoulder:

He’d be instantly obsessed with his fellow fire turtle

And 2012! Raph would never miss the chance to show off his son.

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

irl footage of chompy immediately after learning why mona lisa is called mona lisa

inspired by a conversation had in my tmnt discord server 😌

[retrobr]

NO BUT WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME 😭😭

[asoftepiloguemylove]

ON MELANCHOLY

Ben McLaughlin Anyone Awake Series / Alida Nugent You Don't Have to Like Me: Essays on Growing Up, Speaking Out, and Finding Feminism / Pablo Picasso The Old Guiatarist / Margaret Atwood You Are Happy / Kate DiCamillo Because of Winn-Dixie / unknown / Elinor Wylie The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage / Anna Magill Coming Home to You / Virginia Woolf Jacob's Room

[vcendent]

someone help me Kon is SO ✨pretty✨

[ardentpoop]

:)

[iconsfinder]

[1-xo-xo-xo-7]

[It was a slow day for Gotham's vigilantes, surprisingly. So Batman made a decision to do a little bonding activity with his oldest and youngest son : Drawing.]

[Except...]

Nightwing : [Was subjected to a 30 minutes-worth of 'Don't move!' and 'If I see any movement, or even a miniscule amount such as blinking, I will reign hell upon you.']

Baby Bat, I sat here and posed, for like, 10 minutes. Let me see your finished product.

Robin : I... [Hesitation was clear on his features, but unable to say anything as he did feel a need to be responsible for his own drawing... and for his earlier behavior]

There.

Nightwing :...

Batman :...Pffft- [Immediately got shoved by Nightwing]

Nightwing : IS THAT ME?! [Trying, very desperately, not to laugh]

Robin : [Is annoyed and embarrassed, now covering his drawing back up and silently sulks]

Nightwing:[He snatches it back in a hurry] No- No! It's nice!

Nightwing : [In a quivering voice] It's so nice!

Batman : KEUKH-! Ehemn.

Nightwing : [Turns to Batman who was shaking in laughter, annoyed]

Nightwing : [But returns his attention to his Robin, smiling in happiness] I've never looked better! *LIE.*

Nightwing : [Trying TO NOT be a douchebag, like someone behind him] Ooohhh, where were you? Pft- were you when it was time for senior photos?

Robin : [Scowling] Nightwing, I do not appreciate your sarcasm. It does not look good-

Nightwing : It. Is. FAN-TAS-TIC!

Nightwing : [Is motioning to his domino mask, looking like it was scribbled on by a baby using its mouth] Oh my goodness- WHAT'S THAT? IS THAT HYPERPIGMENTATION?

[A very loud choking noise was heard]

Robin : [Unimpressed by Nightwing's need to be enthusiastic about something so incorrigible-looking all because it was made by him, Damian wants to set himself on fire]

Nightwing : [Noticing his Baby Bat's embarrassment, smiling softly] You know what? I've never seen anything like... THIS -before. I just want you to keep it up. Keep it up!

Robin : ... Then why was Father laughing?

[A distinct coughing noise, similar to an old man with years of smoking coughing at his deathbed]

Nightwing : Your Father doesn't know what he's doing!

Nightwing : That's how- That's how you say it's a good drawing in Bat! [He wants to cry from wanting to laugh so hard but he can't do something so heinous to his Baby Bat, unlike a certain someone ¬_¬]

This was Damian's villain origin story to become an art kid in his later years.

This was from a TikTok video, I just addressed some creative liberties to better fit all characters, and maybe add some crack.^^

This was also a bit more feely-feely because I can't help but to add emotions to my shit, and also because I just read a fic where Dick is Damian's biological father. 🥺

So, it's really a ride. ^^

[flamemons]

kouji finds that his new brother is really supportive of his art.....maybe he doesn't have to keep his hobby a secret.....

[dawnofiight]

now presenting albino goth lovely to the stage

Chat I'm nervous to post this one idk about this

I might genuinely delete this idk chat just admire my art thank you

Taglist:

@achios

@ashertickler

@astrodude-87

@aurorialwolf

@dukecollinsbf

@infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt

@moronkyne

@pandoraroid

@plaqying

@porters-fangs

@professionallyyappinabtangst

@puffin-smoke

@sereh624

@skunkox

@starlogician

@sunsickcrab (I haven't talked to you in a bit I'm noticing.)

@themeridian (I haven't chatted with you either what's going awn)

@tunacatfishes

@vind3miat0r

@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com

@zimix-whispers

[sugar-bi-scuit]

Mu Qing: I hate you sometimes.

Feng Xin: Well according to this picture our followers drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Mu Qing:

Mu Qing: Feng Xin, you drew that.

Feng Xin: It doesn't matter.

Also the picture in question:

[torgawl]

this is absolutely killing me *bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye playing in the background*

[utilitycaster]

I do not want to add to my "every person on D&D posts" post because I already get weird enough comments as is but another one is definitely "person who think they are subverting the system and talks about this but is in fact either playing extremely within the system, or is subverting the system in the dumbest way imaginable"

[outside-lookingin]

Portrait of Dora Maar By Pablo Picasso, 1937

[peppymintdreams]

A shy love always drawing secretly in their room and hide their passion from Xanthus, afraid of judgement, Xanthus tries to convince them to share but love is scared ! THANK YOU !!!

Hiding in Plain Sight

Xanthus Claiborne x Love

Love sat cross-legged on the floor of their room, surrounded by scattered sheets of paper, pencils, and charcoal sticks. The dim glow of their desk lamp cast soft shadows across the floor, dancing over the half-finished sketches sprawled before them. Each line told a story—expressions of fleeting thoughts, moments, and emotions they couldn’t articulate aloud.

Their fingers moved instinctively, sketching sharp angles and soft curves, creating a figure that had occupied their mind more than they’d admit. Xanthus. His piercing golden eyes, his perfectly sculpted features, the way his hair framed his face like he belonged in some timeless painting.

It wasn’t the first time they’d drawn him, and it wouldn’t be the last.

A sudden knock at the door jolted them out of their focus. Heart racing, they scrambled to gather the pages, shoving them into a drawer with fumbling hands.

“Love?” Xanthus’ deep voice carried through the door, calm yet curious. “May I come in?”

They swallowed hard, glancing at the scattered pencils they hadn’t had time to clear. “Um… just a second!”

The pause felt endless. When they finally opened the door, Xanthus was standing there, his tall frame silhouetted by the warm light of the hallway. His gaze swept over them, catching the faint smudge of charcoal on their fingers.

“You’ve been busy,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Love hurried to close the door, their face warm under his scrutiny. “It’s nothing important,” they mumbled, trying to steer him away from the desk.

Xanthus raised an eyebrow, his sharp senses catching the faint scent of paper and graphite. “You’ve been drawing again, haven’t you?”

They froze, their pulse quickening. “I-I just doodle sometimes,” they stammered, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not a big deal.”

Xanthus turned to face them fully, his expression unreadable. “Then why do you hide it from me?”

Their stomach twisted. “Because… it’s not good. And you… you wouldn’t understand.”

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Xanthus’ face. He stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator approaching a skittish creature. “You think I’d judge you?”

Love hesitated, their silence louder than any response.

“I’ve lived centuries, Love,” Xanthus said softly. “I’ve seen art in every form—paintings, sculptures, music—and each one was a reflection of its creator. Not one of them was ever ‘not good.’”

They fidgeted with the hem of their shirt, the weight of his words both comforting and suffocating. “But… what if it’s not enough? What if you think it’s silly?”

Xanthus tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. “What I think shouldn’t matter if it brings you joy. But, if you want my opinion—” His voice softened, dropping into a tender tone. “—I’d love to see the world through your eyes, even if just for a moment.”

They stared at him, torn between the desire to share and the fear of disappointing him. After a long pause, they crossed the room to the desk, opening the drawer with trembling hands.

The sketches tumbled out in a disorganized heap, each one a snapshot of their thoughts and emotions. Love hesitated before picking one—a detailed drawing of Xanthus, caught mid-thought with an expression of quiet intensity.

They handed it to him without a word, their eyes fixed on the floor as if bracing for criticism.

Xanthus took the page, studying it with a silence that felt deafening. His eyes traced every line, every shadow, every detail they’d so carefully rendered. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost reverent.

“This…” He paused, glancing up at them. “This is incredible.”

Love’s head snapped up, their eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re just saying that.”

He shook his head, stepping closer and holding the drawing carefully, as if it were fragile. “I’m not. You’ve captured something I didn’t think could be put on paper.”

“What?” they whispered.

“Myself,” he said simply. “Not just my face, but… me.”

Their chest tightened, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over them. “You really mean that?”

Xanthus smiled faintly, his thumb brushing over the edge of the paper. “If this is what you consider ‘not good,’ I can’t wait to see what you create when you realize your worth.”

The warmth in his words was enough to melt their lingering fear. For the first time, Love allowed themselves to smile, the tight knot of anxiety loosening in their chest.

Xanthus placed the drawing gently on the desk and looked back at them, his gaze unwavering. “Promise me you won’t hide this part of yourself again.”

Love nodded, their voice steady for the first time. “I promise.”

As Xanthus lingered in the room, they felt something shift—an unspoken understanding, a bridge between their fears and his unwavering support. In that moment, they realized that their art wasn’t just theirs anymore; it was a piece of themselves they could finally share.