#squiggles dc

[damnianalghulnotwayne]

give damian more scary pets. not in a goliath or squiggles way but in a rat/beetle/giant spider/ possum way. they scare the SHIT outta his family and he has no clue y. he found them in a dumpster and they r now his bestie and he’ll never let them go (no matter how much his family WISHES he would-)

[toytle]

kissing superheroes w/ flying powers yields mixed results

exhibit A: barry’s grounding technique for hal 💗

(see exhibit B)

[clockwayswrites]

Little Living Bones Part 2

Part 1 WC: 816 CW: necromancy

As soon as he could stand, Danny scrambled back to the teleportation sigil he had scratched into the dirt when he first arrived in Madagascar. He was always sure to have an out, and he really needed one right then. The tiny skeleton was clutched against his chest. Danny could feel the thin rib bones moving as if the little creature was breathing.

Somehow he made it back through the winding streets to the hotel he was staying at. He locked the door, set the skeleton on the tiny desk that was shoved under the window, and backed up as far as he could in the shoebox of a room.

“Okay,” Danny whispered, his voice mostly lost in the hum of the window unit. His eyes were locked with the hallow skull of the little gecko. “So you’re alive now. Again. You’re alive again.”

The gecko tilted it’s head. Their head? They were alive now, they weren’t a thing anymore.

“You’re alive and I did that. Okay, right.” His hands were shaking. When did he start shaking so badly? “That’s… alright. Guess you’re my responsibility now? Good thing you don’t need to eat, I have enough trouble feeding myself.”

His laugh was stilted in heavy humidity of the air. Danny could feel the nerves bubbling up under the sound, threating to turn it hysterical if only he could get any air in his lungs. When had he stopped being able to breath?

Danny sat down hard on the ground, tucked between the edge of the bed and the wall. When Danny had managed to get his breathing back under control and uncurled, he found himself face to skull with the little gecko. Impossibly, the little one looked worried.

Exhausted, Danny rested his head on his knees. “I guess I’m not being fair to you. Here I brought you back to life and I’ve just been ignoring you. I’m sorry little one.”

The little lizard moved in such a way that their bones gave a little rattle. It was kind of a pleasant sound. Danny smiled, just a little, and reached out to run a finger over the skull.

“I don’t know if you’ll, um, last—” though the idea of lizard falling apart to death again made Danny’s breath hitch again “—but even if you’re only around for a little, I guess you should have a name.”

Carefully, he picked up the skeleton and set them on his shoulder. Danny stumbled as he pulled himself up off the ground. “And I guess I should have some water.”

He pulled his dinged metal waterbottle out the side pocket of his rucksack before rooting around in the front one for his notebook. Settling on the rickety chair at the tiny desk, Danny found a blank page to write on. He tapped his pencil against the paper a few times before he he started to just list any name that came to mind.

By the time he had managed to fill most of the page with names and was just scribbling idle lines in the bottom corner, Danny was feeling frustrated. None of the names felt right. He had tried names from all over his travels, but nothing was clicking.

“Well, what name do you like?” Danny asked the gecko, who had crawled down to sit on the desk during the process.

The little thing tilted their head.

“Names, which do you like?” Danny asked again, tapping the paper.

The gecko watched the finger for a moment before waddling over and flopping down on the overlapping curves Danny had doodled in the corner.

Danny gave a tired sigh. “Sure, why not.”

-

A few months later, Danny stepped out of an alley and onto the streets of Paris. He had to consult his half legible note a few times to get to the set meeting place. The hunched, trench coat shrouded form of Constantine was easy to pick out where he was slightly tucked back in a different alleyway.

“Hey, Constantine,” Danny called out as soon as he was close enough not to draw too much other attention. The crowd was sparse, but there were still people milling about even at the late hour.

Constantine turned to greet Danny and froze— going still in a way that for the man was downright creepy. It made Danny’s hackles go up.

“What?” What was that look for? He was clean and fed and had even splurged and gotten his coat dry cleaned before meeting up with Constantine. So what if he’d been alone for several months now.

He’s fine.

He has a pet now.

“Kid,” John said slowly.

Oh, John wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the lapels of Danny’s coat and who must be peaking out of it.

“What the hell is that, kid?”

“This is Squiggles, they/them. Constantine, Squiggles. Squiggles, Constantine. No biting, either of you.”

-----

AN: And things completes this little fic: the origins of Squiggles the Undead Gecko! And proof that Danny is a necromancer? Maybe, maybe not. This will probably by the second fic in the story, the first being done by Moku and and explaining how Danny met Constantine! You can find her first part of that in the masterpost.

Stay delightful, darlings!

Please remember that I'm no longer tagging people due to the shadow ban! If you go to the master post, you can subscribe there for update notifications!

[causeimanartist]

Carrie Kelley Robin for art request!! :)

This is either Carrie Kelley or Velma in cosplay, who could say

[littlemisssquiggles]

Hey Miss Squiggles. I normally don’t take much significance in your RWBY posts but there is 2 things relating to RWBY I need your opinions on. First there’s a fic called Hunters of Justice in which they crossover into the DC universe, I think you’d like it. Second there’s an official RWBY and Justice League crossover 2 part movie to be released, check out the trailer and tell me if it interests you.

Hey there Matt! Thanks for the fic recommendation. Not sure if I’ll get the chance to check it out but still thanks for sharing it with me.

In respect to the RWBY/DC Crossover movie---Justice League x RWBY: Super Heroes and Huntsmen--- I’m actually well aware of it and watched the trailer when it was recently released.

The most I can say is, yes, I am interested in this film as a long time fan of DC animation, the Justice League and RWBY.

I do plan on checking the full thing out once part one is released later this year in…April I believe? I think April 25th is the date right after the end of V9. So it should be an interesting watch.

~LMS (2023)

[bakingmoomins]

I, a batman scholar by osmosis thanks to my dc mutuals, managed to solve the tilings seminar mystery as to why a specific shape is called the batman

[tacticalspider]

drugs, gimme drugs, gimme druuugs ;)

image descriptions under the cut - too long for alt

[Image number 1 shows a redraw of the poster for the DC movie Birds of Prey, in which the characters are all replaced by members of the Killjoys from My Chemical Romance's fourth album.

In the center, taking up most of the picture is Party Poison, dressed in part as Harley Quinn. They have pale skin and bright red hair, which is styled in two small space buns on the top of their head with several strands hanging down around their face. They have a bright yellow mask across the top half of their face, which has dark diamond shapes across the eye holes and a blue gem on either end of the mask, as well as one on the forehead portion. Just below the bottom edge of the mask, we can see a small heart on their left cheek. The beginning letters of "PARTY" are written on their neck, dissappearing into the collar of their jacket, which is a dark blue-purple, with white stripes around the chest and red, white, and blue stripes on the arms, along with a small red and white patch on the left breast, the details of which aren't visible. Party's jean shorts are dark blue with black stripes going up and down the center part and red stars on the sides. There are several tattoos on their thighs, including a row of black and red diamonds, Party Poison's symbol of a pill with an X below it, a heart, and the words "poison + ghoul," all of which are upside-down, indicating that party did them themself while looking down at their own legs. In their right hand, Party holds a bright yellow gun by the muzzle and is propping it up on their shoulder.

In their left hand hand is a chain, connecting to the neck of Bob Briar, MCR's drummer, who is taking the place of Harley's pet hyena. He has red hair swept over one eye in the iconic emo bangs, the beginnings of a red mustache and beard, messy black eyeliner, a cursive necklace that says "Hyena," a black t-shirt, and blue jeans. He is on his hands and knees. Behind him is The Girl, taking the place of Cassandra Cain. She is a child with medium-brown skin and curly brown hair. She's wearing a black helmet with a small red stop sign on the front, red flowery sleeves and a black top underneath a blue collared vest with red and yellow cap sleeves. The Girl also has a funky red and blue layered belt made of a bunch of little circles over black pants and boots. She's got one arm pulled to her chest and the other is punching outwards towards the viewer. To her right and on the far left side of the page is Fun Ghoul, taking the place of Reneé Montoya. He's got light skin, short black hair with one buzzed side dyed red, though it kind of looks like blood o be honest, and tattoos on his hands. He's wearing a long-sleeved yellow shirt with a patch on the left shoulder under a dull green cargo vest. He's got a bright green ray gun in a brown holster which is slung across his body like a messenger bag, grey-green pants, and dark brown shoes. He looks sort of angry, has bent knees, and is holding his hands to his chest, like he's about to bare-knuckle box with someone. Very small and flying above the Girl's head is the Kobra Kid, taking the place of Huntress, aka Helena Bertinelli. He's got a red jacket over a yellow shirt with black squiggles on it and grey pants. Also, I thought it would be funny to make him look like Mikey from around 2004, so he's got loose brown hair and rectangular nerd glasses. His left arm is up and bent in half, while his right arm is extend and is aiming a red ray gun at something off of the page.

Finally, on Party's left and the far right of the page is Jet Star, taking the place of the Black Canary, aka Dinah Lance. He's got a curly brown afro, medium brown skin and a determined expression on his face. He's wearing a black jacket with the edges of an American flag on the back, though I appear to have forgotten which direction it's supposed to go in when I was drawing it, and dark grey pants with black shoes. Both hands are wrapped around the handle of a dark blue ray gun, which is being pointed at something off of the page. Above his head in blue pen, is written "can they keep The Girl safe?" and below his feet "tactical spider" is written as a signature. Along the bottom of the page, DANGER DAYS is written in large, light pink block letters. The letters are stylized in the same rounded way as those on the Birds of Prey poster and, instead of having holes where it is normal to have holes in letters, there are a variety of symbols on the letters, including the black Danger Days spider, Fun Ghoul's green ghoul face symbol, the letters P J F K, Kobra's red snake face symbol, Party's pill symbol., and Jet's blue star symbol. In smaller blue block letters, MCR is written above the letters. Below, in black letters, it reads "THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS" with way too many lines on the E's, little sparkle diamond symbols on either side, a heart over one of the I's and an extra long tail on the final S. Behind the characters are colorful fireworks and at the very top, the names of all the real life people are listed: Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Grace Jeanette, and Bob Briar. This was drawn on white paper. End ID]

[Image number 2 is just the regular Birds of Prey poster, not redrawn or anything. It's there as visual reference for sighted folks and if you used the first image description, then you've already got all of the necessary information. All of the normal Birds of Prey characters are spread out in the same formation - the only difference is that things are professionally photographed and edited, instead of being hand-drawn by a nineteen year old. End ID]

[rosinaparker]

hyunjin as the dc joker.... he's so fine, like imagine him kidnapping you.

or him killing a guy who tries to talk to you..

or him caring you over his shoulder cause you tried to get into a fight at the bar..

someone save me from my delusions..

(anon who sent in han as spiderman ;> )

Thanks for the request!! THE SPIDERMAN REQUEST WAS INSANEE🔥(rose)

Yoo thanks for the requestt I’m a newbie and I’m so glad you guys are enjoying our stuff! It’s crazy to me how you just came back for a second request! (Serina)

Menace to society

Genre: joker

Pairing: joker!hyunjin x f!Reader

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, violence, alcohol, suggestive, stalking,

Summary: after you broke up with your ex, the joker, he continuously stalks your every move. Tonight wasn’t any different.

It was a dark moody night, you felt like taking a break from work and all the stress you have been feeling. You decided to go to the bar.

After I ordered my martini, I quietly enjoyed the bitter sweet taste of it. Suddenly a drunken man walked up to you with no good intentions behind those eyes. “Hey there young lady, You look quite lonely. Need some company?” The guy says smirking at you and letting his eyes roam shamelessly. You sigh expecting one of those guys to show eventually. “Get lost.” You reply. “Whatever, you look like a slut anyway.” He spat shoving you away. Your eyes widen at that, immediately yelling at that dude. “What the fuck is your problem?!” You shove him back. He starts to shout at you calling you all kinds of words from A to Z. Your mouth drops. All you see is red. You want nothing more but to throw hands. You’re getting all riled up. Without a second thought you slap him across the face. There’s silence. You feel everyone’s eyes on you. It’s getting tense. The guy hesitates, but finally slaps you back. Suddenly a familiar face punches the guy across the face. You take a closer look and it’s your ex, Hyunjin. Everyone is silent and the guy is just terrified. Hyunjin roughly pulls him by the collar into the bathrooms. You stare in the direction they went to. He is your ex for a reason. He’s exactly what he looks like. A lunatic. He was too crazy for you so you broke up with him. There was a concerning silence. He came out and rushed towards you. Without a hesitation he picks you up caring you over his shoulder. You gasp terrified as he picks you up. For a second you freeze as he takes you wherever he wants. You start hitting and punching him screaming and yelling. He just smirks at you. You know he loves seeing you this way. After a little you got tired from panicking. He kept walking as you got more tired, your eyes slowly closing from all the stressful situations. You feel yourself slowly falling asleep as you try to fight falling asleep. Suddenly you get a rush as you hear a door opening. “Where are you taking me?!!” You shout. He places you onto a chair smirking as he covers your mouth. “Shhh..” he says smirking. You just stare back at him absolutely afraid. He covers your mouth with a fabric. You freeze staring at his every move. He then tries to tie you up but you start screaming and squirming. He gets angry at you and shoves you against the chair holding your shoulders and quickly tying you up. You squiggle and try to scream behind the fabric wrapped around your mouth. He smirks down at you as you angrily glare up at him. He leans down to you crouching slightly. “Why would you get in a fight, Hm?” He says teasing you and the fact that you can’t speak. You growl behind the fabric. He laughs. “It’s a pleasure seeing you all tied up infront of me. Oh the things I could do..” you glared at his face that was covered in makeup which was slightly smudged from the fight that happened in the bathroom. “Do you know how much I’ve stalked you? I’ve missed you..” he says staring down at you. You just glare up at him. Wanting to say so many stuff. You shake trying to make him understand you want to speak. “Want to speak?” He smirks. You glare up at him waiting. He laughs and unties you, letting you speak. What should you even ask? What happened? Why is he still in love with you? Why is his face like that? So many questions.. your head is bugging trying to choose which question to ask. “What’s with your face.” You ask letting your eyes roam on his face all over, catching in all details. “You’re being quite rude for a tied up person.” He says angrily with your attitude. “Answer my damn question.” You demand. He scoffs. “What will you do about it?.” He says glaring down at you getting closer. quickly you shut up, avoiding his gaze "you haven't changed darling" he caressed your cheek gently.. "Is my make up bothering you?" he asks, his voice sounding threatening, no answer. "Is that why you left me?" his grip tightened around your jaw "no, i left you because you're a fucking psychopath" i spat, immediately regretting it. "oh, talk back? you know i love that.." it doesn't matter how many times i leave him, he'll always come back..

-Serina˙ᵕ˙

[clockwayswrites]

Hollowing Bones Prequel Bit

Aka: Danny is not a necromancer, he swears.

The small skull clattered as it tumbled across the scattering of stone. The toe of his boot must have caught it as he walked through the secluded jungle. The rest of the skeleton, long decayed of any flesh, half peaked out of mud.

Danny crouched, cradling the skull in his hand. It was so small in the curl his palm, nestled there as it stared up at him with hollow eyes.

It watched him.

Danny scoffed, closing his fingers over the skull. ‘Necromancer’ they called him, spat at him. Usually the word came with color additions and none of them favorable. Sometimes, sometimes, it was Psychopomp or Speaker instead. But if he pissed other occult people off (which, to be fair, he did a lot), it was ‘evil necromancer’. It made Danny want to crush the tiny skull cradled in his hand.

He wouldn’t, of course he wouldn’t. It was this little one’s fault. He twisted towards the rest of the skeleton, brushing away the leaves and muck. It was a lizard of some sort— gecko maybe? It was hardly longer than his hand, tail and all.

Gently, Danny placed the skull back down in it’s resting place.

He couldn’t actually be a necromancer, could he? Sure, death magic sung at his fingertips He could feel it even now, humming under the skin and scars and tattoos of his left hand. His fingers twitched and green shimmered between the digits like a hand held aurora.

He could try.

He’d know if he tried. He’d know what he really was now.

(How much of a monster he’d become.)

Danny tilted his head, listening for any sounds of people around. Not that there would be. Danny came here specifically to get away from people. He may have not had Constantine’s talent with portals, but with enough time to set up, he could go anywhere in the world. (Just not back to where he really wanted to be.)

Bird songs and wind rustled leaves were all that answered him.

The tiny skull stared up at him from the rich brown earth.

It was easy to imagine the life the little lizard must have had, here in the jungle that was teaming with life. He could picture the lizard— gecko. Bright green like the others Danny had spotted on his walk. He could picture it scurrying up the side of trees and hiding under leaves. They would have stalk bugs and beetles slowly and carefully with their tiny blue feet. They would have drank from water pooled in a leaf as the world around them was dripped in rain. They would have feasted on fallen, fermented fruit on the forest floor.

They would have lived.

A gasp— soft, fragile, full of life— spilled from Danny’s lips as a sensation ripped down his arm. He doubled over at it, bending just enough that his fingers and the auroras that clung to the tips brushed over the tiny skull.

Danny came too staring up at a forest canopy lit golden with sunset. Everything hurt. Pinpricks of pain shot down his arm, along his Lichtenberg scars. Something was crawling on his left hand.

Slowly, hesitantly, Danny raised his arm.

Laying over it was the gecko skeleton.

The little skull tilted— looked at him with eyes that weren’t there.

The skull was moving all on it’s own.

Danny giggled, a small, hysterics tinged laugh.

Guess they were right.

He was a necromancer.

Well, fuck.

____

AN: Since you all had such a positive reaction to the post about Squiggles, meet the (re)birth of the little dear!

Danny is having a real time of it.

This is a bit of a prequel for Hollowing Bones (snippet 1 and snippet 2), so part of the Salt in the Bones AU that @mokulule and I are doing together. Or the "Danny is totally not a necromancer, back off Constantine" AU. (Endgame dead on main.) This was supposed to be part of a fic about Danny's tattoos, but Squiggles might get their own little fic at this rate to explain where they came from!

Tag list ye be warned, this is one I'll be sharing bits of entirely out of order as I'm just working on it around other stuff. LBFD and Shadow of a Bat are still priority. And Specter of Starlight will prob come before this series too- at least befor the Big Part. If that might bother you/you want to read it in order and want off the list or on the tag list when it goes love in ao3, just let me know!

@apointlessbox | @asphyxia778 | @crystalqueertea | @seraphinedemort | @meira-3919 | @mnemovoid | @mj-arts-n-stuff | @v-inari | @my-perfect-storybook-love | @satanicrutialspecialist | @avelnfear | @saltyladynightmare

[objectsarebestest]

I did end up drawing the DCS plushie dreadful to try to cheer myself up. If anyone has suggestions on how to improve it or criticism of things I got wrong please share them.

The sweatshirt is similar to the sweatshirt worn by v2 Schizophrenia Bun to highlight links to the greater psychotic community. I just brightened the purple because I didn’t like that dark color. The symbol on the sweatshirt and back of the ear is also from v2 Schizophrenia Bun and it is the alchemical symbol for “Working in two fields”. This represents having to try to exist in two realities, the reality our objects reside in and what the rest of the world considers “normal” reality. The red cracks on the head represent the brain damage commonly thought to cause DCS, whether it is overt head trauma or a degenerative disease. The squiggles on the ear represent hearing our object’s voices. The head unzips and has two small buns inside. One is the existing plushie dreadfuls Trauma Bun, to show that this is not a “OMG Toy Story in real life lol” thing. It’s a real disorder that can inflict genuine trauma and mess people up for life, and the negative consequences of it deserve acknowledgment and treatment. The other bun has the same body type as the Trauma Bun, but is rainbow tye-dye instead of grey and has happy eyes. I am calling it the Wonder Bun, and it represents the positive side of DCS. It shows that as bad as our object sentience can sometimes be, our lives are not inherently tragic for experiencing it. We can have joy with our objects. The white cube represents our object companions, and it has an elastic strap so the bun can hold it. I tried to keep it detail-less so it can represent the many types of object companions out there.

[fruitkingfrog]

[ID: Six chibi drawings of DC Comics characters. Sunshine Superman, Prez Rickard, Magic Lantern, Speed Freak, Shooting Star, and Brother Power. They're all smiling save for Shooting Star, and each has a small background design behind them. Yellow + blue sun pattern, US flag, green squiggles, Red & yellow lightning bolt, yellow shooting star, and rainbow flowers. End ID]

THE LOVE SYNDICATE OF DREAMWORLD! groovy!

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[augustheart]

can you rate comic hawkperson wings. or just the golden age ones that look like a trashbag taped to their back

i can, however because i am not a hawks expert and there are so many different artists i will be ranking an assortment of the ones that are on the dc wiki page's gallery. please forgive me if i mix up some carters and katars and so on. i am also not including the mechanical wings of shayera thal and rebirth kendra saunders, this is for feathered wings only.

very, extremely long post under the cut.

this carter's wings are a solid 7/10. off to a good start. there's clear delineation between the primaries and secondaries and the primary and secondary coverts. the size of them is a plus because they're so big they don't fit in the image. i like how low down they go on his back.

this carter's wings are a 2/10. you can't just make a shape. that's not what wings look like. why are all the feathers the same length. why are they attached with such small points of contact. why is there no humerus. what is going on.

this carter's wings are a 6/10. i don't understand how they're attached to his body and this is another Missing Humerus Incident but i like the way they curve and there's some properly differently-lengthed feathers going on. bonus for dawnstar's in the back also looking pretty off.

this carter's (?) wings are a 1/10. what the fuck is going on. i know you guys had birds in the golden age. go outside and look at them. to make no mention of his ass?? what is Fucking happening

this carter and kendra's wing set is a 3/10. we've got a combo here. i've always really disliked this cover because of the wings. carter's aren't too bad? we have the barest suggestion of a humerus and they're decently long. but they're way too thin and crescent-shaped. kendra's are abysmal. or should i say kendra's single wing is abysmal because i don't know what happened to her other one. why is it so thin! is that feather on top supposed to be the alula? what is happening?

this carter and kendra's wing set is a 9/10. alex ross, while i don't care for his interiors much, is a very technically Good artist and he obviously knows what wings look like. these ones actually have humeri and look fully feathered with different feather lengths. the size of them is also great.

this carter's (?) wings are a 1/10. I Know You Had Birds In The Golden Age. Go Outside And Look At Them x2

this carter's wings are a 1/10. they are going to make me the joker. where the BONES. what is happening with the feathers. why are they so small and skinny. kendra's one visible wing is really bad too but carter's are atrocious. do not pass go.

this katar's wings are a 1/10. liefeld appears to have invented several new bones to go in wings that make them bumpy and ropey and has decided that feathers can be accurately represented with haphazard squiggles. nothing here is right.

this katar's wings are a 7/10. i think we're doing well here! the feathers don't have much detail but that's alright and it's enough that we can see the primaries are long and trailing. we have a humerus and i love the way they're tented over his head. it reminds me of a juvenile hawk trying to look bigger.

this sheira's wings are a 8/10. i like them! another Case Of The Missing Humerous (there appears to have been an attempt made at one way too close to the bend of the wrist) but the feathers are fairly accurate and i appreciate the way they bend. i think the more dynamic wing pose helps sell this as a better looking wing.

this shayera's wings are a 4/10. they're suffering from the same stiffness that would later be applied to dcau shayera's due to the limitations of the style, but i do like the sleek look. we have a very floppy radius and ulna though.

this kendra's wings are a solid 4/10. i love the feathers, i love the subtle color differences between the coverts and the primaries and secondaries, but the bones are just a suggestion. i do think the dynamic pose hides some of the bonelessness though.

this kendra's wings are a 1/10. they are actually going to make me lose my mind. that's not how perspective works. what is going on here.

this kendra's wings are a 3/10. we are once again suffering from "feathers that are all the same length" syndrome, and they're super floppy. this is where they get the boneless chicken wings at wingstop from.

controversial take but this kendra's wings are a 7/10. extremely large, clearly have all the right bones, i even see an alula. i like that it looks like she's mantling on prey in a defensive posture. rare rags morales kendra W.

this kendra's wings are a 2/10. i know these are likely supposed to be her more mechanical ones (which i said i wouldn't do up top) so real world wings rules don't really apply, but What the Fuck is happening at the base of them. it's like the artist realized they fucked up part of the way through and had to scramble to make it look normal and failed. not even the alula can save it.

this kendra's wings are a 6/10. why are they so skinny and then suddenly so wide? who is going to solve the Case Of The Humeri now that the thief has struck again? many questions. however, i do like the layering of the feathers and those nice long primaries. the ingredients are there to make these wings good, they're just a bit off.

bonus:

this kendra's wings are a 9/10! the only thing is their size; they should be much larger. however there's that nice layering i've been repeatedly praising between the primaries and secondaries and their coverts, there does seem to be a humerus in each wing in the other angles we get of it, and they even made her tertials fluffy with chick down. i just don't know where they're supposed to be attached to her back. in most of the panels they're kind of... mysteriously floating behind her. oh well. nothing is perfect.

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New Video: MAN LEE Shares a Squiggling and Artsy Ode to Girlhood

New Video: MAN LEE Shares a Squiggling and Artsy Ode to Girlhood @girlieaction @delkin03

Currently based in Brooklyn, the self-described indie rock band for the weary masses, MAN LEE — Sam Reichman and Tim Lee — began writing together while living between Richmond, DC and Baltimore before finding their collaborators in New York. On their creative process, Reichman says, “We had always been writing our own music, but it wasn’t until we got together that we found our footing. Whether…

[intothefirre]

Messed around with watercolors ✨

[xigrif]

It’s wrong of me to pit men against each other... but whose mullet do you favour

[out-of-context-batfam]

DCeased: Hope at World’s End #11