#prob last one for a while

[amass0fvoices]

Probably the last batch of my attempts for the Cerberus coloring contest (still being put on by @ultrainfinitepit , go follow them they do rad art)

For this one I decided to go back to my roots, so it’s Danny Phantom inspired!! Oddly fitting since I’m going as him for halloween this year, eh? But anyway!! Here they are

One with the little arc filled in with the same very very very very light gray as the tips of the wings

And one with the same acid green as the middle eye on the main head

I’m really really proud of how these turned out!!! The two bright greens for the eyes probably could have used a little more distinction, but I still think they turned out great! >:]

[buddiebitch]

call me crazy but i thought of a parallel i didn’t notice before

in the s4 episode treasure hunt, when they’re all teaming up to secretly look for the treasure, Eddie asks Buck to team up with him but he’s already teamed up with Taylor.

in s7 Eddie asks Buck to go to the bachelor party as Crockett and Tubbs, Buck doesn’t think for a second before saying absolutely, despite the fact that he’s currently dating someone he could wear a couples costume with instead.

[hella1975]

i cannot stand the aot fandom this is not a new take at all they are universally intolerable but oh my dayssss u are FORBIDDEN from making ANY take about the show it's actually insane to watch. 'aot is perfect' no show is perfect. 'tell me you didnt get the show 😂🫵' people have different opinions/interpretations about things. 'eren is a good guy they could never make me hate him' i think there's actually 4 seasons and two movies explicitely using him as a tool to show that no one is 'good' or 'evil' they are only trying to survive. hello. the fandom r all so far up aot's ass that they actually discredit its writing in the process and it would be laughable if it wasn't so frustrating

[sleepymccoy]

I've spent my morning reading my own fics cos I know I follow up the hurt with comfort!! So here's a link

Oh, Crowley

Includes what is now canon level miscommunications and disasters. Lots of talking badly and being sad. Here's a (highly edited to keep it short) snippet from the start of the fic to whet your appetite

"I don't have a chance with you, do I?" Aziraphale asked. His eyes were wide. He stood a step above Crowley, closer to the door, protected from the few brave and errant drops by Crowley. Crowley's back grew wet for it.

Crowley's heart thumped. "What?"

Aziraphale's fingertips brushed Crowley's cheek, then pressed hesitantly against his jaw. Aziraphale's thumb, soft but worked enough by book pages to have hints of use in its pad, touched Crowley's lower lip and dragged gently, shaking.

Then Aziraphale withdrew.

"Angel," Crowley croaked, although he had no idea what to say, how to discuss anything any more, "are you- ?"

Regret flashed across Aziraphale's face, then settled into place there. His lips trembled in something more like sorrow, but that didn't stick around. The regret remained. "I apologise, dear boy," Aziraphale whispered. "A bit too much champagne, I think. Makes everything a little rose-hued, don't you find?"

Aziraphale looked down, shuffled his feet, adjusted his cuffs, then turned to the door. "Let me know when next suits you for dinner."

The door opened quickly, but closed gently, leaving Crowley alone in the rain.

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[littencloud9]

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[yellowtrinity]

Can I ask for Shoka meeting Shiki? I have a feeling it'd be so cute

gatto nero's new design consultant

[eonars]

um. tfw your life is about to change massively very very soon and it still doesn't even feel real yet and still feels like somethings gonna pop up and it won't actually happen and also you're scared as fuck that you're too stupid to actually do it and it'll all be for nothing

[insufferablemod]

should maybe take the 'my lines r shaky cus my hand is injured so I'm drawing with my left hand atm' from my pinned post cus they arent really shaky anymore lol

[keyllys]

MAGP 12 got to me guys holy shit. Fuck Mr blobby man. Nahhh

Even Alex's "Bonzo, Bonzo, Bonzo" was funny but fecking terrifying at the same time

[acgames]

Starting to realise that my artistic days might as well be over due to real life...

[todayisafridaynight]

biggest fear for kiwami 3 is them retconning mines love for daigo (unlikely but it’s possible) or like something along the lines of that…. the minedai erasure would make me end it all

SUREST doubt of my life: even if you didn't want to interpret it as romantic, mine's love for daigo is an essential part to his character and motivation in y3. they coudnt erase mine's love without redoing his character

[dariadraws]

@flitwickslittlebrotha hello and happy holidays from your @aftgexchange buddy! all your prompts were super fun so it was genuinely hard to choose which one to make, but in the end i went for Andrew/Kevin slice of life, so please enjoy this little snapshot of a nice, relaxing post-game afternoon. sorry this is a little late but i hope you like it!!

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A traditional drawing of Freddy from The Return of the Living Dead. It's drawn with coloured pencils and alcohol markers. Freddy has his shoulders hunched, one higher than the other. His hands are in unnatural claw positions and his face is contorted in a mix of pain and anger. Foam bubbles out of his agape mouth, and his eyes are burned closed. He's wearing his letterman jacket which makes his silhouette look imposing. His skin is a sickly grey. Blood stains his shirt. The lineart shifts between dark red and dark purple. The background is a bright green, which gets darker around his head, which also has a halo of pink shard shapes surrounding it. The background, which is added with oil pastels, has wavy lines scraped into it.]

[evansbby]

IS THE CEVANS FANDOM DEAD

😭😭😭😭😭

[forgottencillian]

Lord Ormond | Cillian & Cassandra

The evening's blanket of dark was punctuated everywhere by burning torches, guttering and spurting by turns in the cruel winter wind. Cillian didn't consider himself particularly supersticious, but he a night like this couldn't help but bring his old Móraí's stories. On such a night, divine brothers dueled for supremacy, she'd say. Her voice -- gravelly with age -- would drop a decible or two, near-blind eyes narrowing as she leaned forward to make her point to the wide-eyed children gathered round her chair at the hearth. It had been a particularly popular tale with her, after all: the older she got, the more continously cold and so, it seemed, king winter was forever fixed firmly in her mind.

Cillian had been intended, he knew, to take the sleigh to the stables and then await the Malconaires' convenience with the other servants and, certainly, this would have been the safer route. Instead, however -- Cillian knew the Malcoanires' habits well enough by now to know without doubt that he hneed have little fear of them wishing to leave any time soon -- he'd crept to the hideyhole where he'd long since stored some of Lord Ormond's finery. Do nning this, he'd then slipped into the revelries, careful as always to avoid anyone who might recognize him.

Like many others, Lord Ormond had been one of the unfortunate souls to lose their lives in the battle for Astaira's freedom. With him had died a long and noble lineage, but Cillian was putting in some rather decided effort to take that House very much alive in the minds of others. Though, in truth, that was in no way his object in borrowing the young lord's name as his own.

Swooping in towards the food table -- Cillian was quite miserably famished -- he quickly liberated a piece of cake and, turning, came face to face with Cassandra Varmont.

Grinning, he swept a gallant bow. "Your Imperial Highness, well met." Straightening, he took her in and his smile deepened somewhat. "Your Higness -- may I just say how very well you look this evening?" In truth, she looked half an angel, her honey locks glowing golden in the firelight, her eyes and color bright from dancing. But, surprised as he was to have met with her so suddenly, he didn't quite possess the words to articulate that. "I suppose you must be enjoying this festive occasion very much? Difficult though it must be not to outshine your sister on her day."