#ty for the ask as always

[hotluncheddie]

I was thinking about how Steve would deal with his sexuality crisis and how when he's tryna figure everything out he maybe has this moment of panic because he thought he'd stopped lying to himself and trying to be someone he's not but maybe that's not the case at all and he hasn't stopped pretending at all. And he just starts spiralling and it makes him want to stop thinking about pretend it isn't there so he just shoves it into a proverbial box so he can ignore it

:( sad stevie baby hours for us then anon?

sad sad self sabotaging steve. my dude. my wet little guy.

the idea that he though he was doing better, being himself, not lying to anyone not even when he’s alone. maybe he doesn’t like change and he’s hanging on to fragments more closely now, gripping things tightly in his palms. where he used just let it wash over him, no point giving it thought, things don’t change anyway. but then everything did, right? everything changed and so did he and now he has all this stuff. all this stuff attached directly to his heart strings.

and then he likes boys.

he likes girls but he likes boys. has liked boys. wants boys, too.

now there's boys and he starts to shut down.

Just that feeling of 'i'm doing better' but then it kinda turn into 'okay i'm tired lets just get though it' then it keeps going 'just one more week, just one more day' and then you look around and it feels like everything you've built in crumbling away around you. and that person you built up and thought you created was actually formed on a mudslide, your foundations were never gonna hold. it's all fallen apart without you really noticing

he doesn't have the words to describe how. there's a war happening between what he thinks he should feel, what maybe he does feel and who he thinks he is. who he was and who he wants to be are there somewhere too. but it's lost in the soup of his head.

but he has robin right? with her bright light and unconditional love. but this thing, this new thing. he's always been that right? this boy girl thing. so, he's a liar then. he never told her so he lied. lied to bright, beautiful robin. how could he have done that?

and there's eddie. eddie so much a part of this boy girl thing. eddie who feels like he could be his. feels like summer rain on his skin, feels like citrus tang on his tongue. but eddie knows who he is, think so deeply and is so true, so distinctly and explosively himself. and steve doesn't even know one bit about who he is. not really. not now. after this thing. its torn it all down. everything changed again but this time the cracks aren't through the town they're in his skin, at his roots.

can't bring eddie into that. can't let robin risk falling in.

but then maybe they jump through those cracks, start hiding things in the crevices. little beams of starlight and greenery. start helping him see that those cracks are quite pretty, maybe they let you see a little more of his skin. that this mud slide he's on feels a lot like grounding. like barefeet on grass and leaves turning with the sun. that maybe this boy girl thing is new, and old, and its so so steve. that maybe he can be okay again, build something new and live a little differently. but still true. because its always been true right? all those feeling, all those smaller him's and things locked away. they're peeking out of the cracks now. peaking out into this thing. this thing he can be. always be and always play with. even if it takes along time, that okay, it'll take all his life, maybe. to figure out he likes oranges, likes daisies the most, likes girls, like boys, likes this trying to be himself.

and maybe those hidden crevices start to shine a little brighter, the plants start to bloom. maybe robin never left and never will, find him a bathroom floor all his own. sees that always and right now are sisters and she can take his heart and keep it next to her own, until he's ready to have it back again, hold it real safe this time.

and eddie keeps turning up on his tongue, keeps dripping all over his skin. becomes his eddie. bis boy. his one. his new side of the boy girl thing. a this boy thing and love thing. romance on the mudslide. kisses under starlight.

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

Another collab with my beloved @molgars, where we make that boy sob and whimper and beg for it <3

Full piece here ofc.

And fic that made my soul leave my body and which I'm gonna reread at least 5 more times (and so will you) is here.

[chloesimaginationthings]

HBEBEBEBEBEB UR WILLIAM DESIGN IS SO SILLYYYYY THAT SKRUNKLY OLD MAN IS GETTING THE CHAIR <3333

The worst man ever 💜

[luckyashes-art]

Could you draw tsukasa flashbanging emu and she just turns to dust or smth I think it would be funny

[PJSK Monster AU]

😰😰

...well at least phoenixes rise from the ashes? (Bonus)

[doctorwhommm]

hypnotising you to draw twojamie 🕛🕖🕓🕘

anon ilysm im watching the second doctor era atm and these two are so beloved to me !!

[demonic0angel]

(Second part of Jazz the Babysitter)

"Hello, Damian." Jazz greeted in her usual calm tone.

"Big Fenton…" Damian nonchalantly acknowledged the older Fenton, much to her annoyance.

"What's with the sudden change in tone?!" Jazz yelled.

She booped him on the nose with a teasing glare and he exploded.

“I have had enough of this!” He shouted. “You— You—!! You treat me too nicely!!”

At first, there was a flash of hurt on Jazz’s face, but then she relaxed and smiled as he continued speaking. She giggled and then coughed to cover it up. Damian glared at her with a flush on his cheeks as Jazz then knelt before him, bringing her monstrous height down to his level.

“Is that so? Why do you think I’m being too nice to you?” She asked gently, and her look of open affection made Damian scowl at her.

“Your tricks won’t work on me any longer! You are too nice, too accommodating, and too soft! I will not accept this behavior anymore, Big Fenton!”

Jazz chuckled and then said, “I’m just treating you with respect. I’m not treating you any different from anyone else, Damian. Well, maybe a little, but we’re friends, aren’t we? Aren’t I allowed to treat you nicely?”

She smiled and Damian flushed furiously. “Y-Y-You witch! Don’t look at me like how Richard does!”

Then he stormed off. There was a pause, and just as expected, she followed after him, keeping up pace with him easily. They walked in silence, but he could feel her stare into his back and he blushed even further.

“Where are we going?” She asked, her tone sounding playful.

Damian harrumphed. “To my room.”

“Oh! Are you going to show me your art? I’d like to see it. Can I?”

“Tch. Fine! But only because I know you’ll keep bothering me otherwise!” (But he was secretly pleased anyways.)

[forecast0ctopus]

Hi hi!! First off I gotta let you know you're easily one of my favourite artists on Tumblr and I'm pretty sure you're single handedly pulling me back into the star trek obsession with your art (I love the shapes and colours they are very special to me. Also the way you draw bones....love that old man)

But if you don't mind me asking!! How do you go about drawing legs/arms? It's one of the things I'm struggling most with at the moment but I LOVE the way you draw em. No pressure to answer tho ofc!!

Hope you're having a nice day :)

THANK YOU i'm sorry iit took me uhh two and a half months to get to this but i really appreciate it!! I really wanted to give some kind of answer for you but that took a while to get to oops anyways here's how i personally approach arms/legs:

nothings suuuper concrete because of course things can always change with body type, weight, or how muscley a character is. i just kind of look at everything from an anatomy perspective, simplify and exaggerate for readability, and uhh also i like shapes and pointy things :]

[doktorventure]

A little something for @depressedhatakekakashi ! If you’d like something similar you can find my ko-fi HERE

[chrliekclly]

i’m on my knees begging you to post art. i don’t even care what it is i just need more of your art RIGHT MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i offer this unfinished doodle

[shepscapades]

WELL THAT WAS AN UNEXPECTED RESPONSE :( /pos

[athena-xox]

How old is Cedar? Specifically how long has she existed? I know she’s been friends with Raven for a bit so I assume at least a few years.

I think it would be possible, though a bit odd to have someone born into a teenage state and remain personally stagnant for a decade + (assuming she’s meant to mimic a human’s development and not some tree spirit) so she is also the same age as her peers. (What even is the enrollment process at that point)

This has been in my inbox forever I’m so sorry I never responded

This is from the yearbook

‘Cedar is one of the newest students at Ever After High. Her father, Pinocchio, only recently carved her from wood.’

We know that she attended the first year of school before canon

And I think Pinocchio would have kept her at home for a year or so? Enough time to catch her up.

And I’m not sure how long it took to carve her and if he did it with or without Gepettos help

My guess is that she’s a year or two old by the time we first meet her

[en-chi-la-da]

you mentioned he would be cute and yes he is!!!! this is one of the manga panels of him before the whole change!!!

OMGGG LOOKIT THE BABYYYYYYYYYY 🥺🥺🥺 i need to draw him real quick hold on

[rebisrot]

maybe Hoody/Brian reading a book?

I go back to school tomorrow morning and I'm losing my mind

my hot take of the day is that brian would like the catcher in the rye

[bluejulius]

i’m literally just craving more eretlout art in my life. here’s a challenge for your left hand- it would be silly to see them as little doodles. maybe even hooky and skullcrusher??

every time someone posts under the eretlout tag an angel sprouts it’s wings 🕊️ hopefully now that I’ve gotten better at drawing with my opposite hand I can draw them more ;v;

bonus;

[demonic0angel]

Bad humor is my reason for living in these dark times, I've reread all your dickxdan works and I'm itching for more🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ if it isn't too much of a bother I'd love to see more of them <3 pls and ty!!

Wraith tilted his head. He looked at the glittering world around him, darkness alit with small, glowing speckles. Each little glow drifted in one direction, unable to fight the current. They all avoided his presence and he smiled at that, knowing that they feared him and rightfully so.

However, he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

Wraith stood in the middle of a soul stream, like a rock sticking out of a river, as all of the dead went to the next part of existence after death.

Where was Dick Grayson’s soul?

An answering warmth made him turn. Behind him, much larger than the rest of these little, lonesome souls, was a bright, glowing object with wings, like an angel made into a star. It glowed so brightly and so warmly that Wraith felt as though he was being cleansed.

Wraith couldn’t help but laugh, as he noticed the other souls that couldn’t help but orbit the larger one of Nightwing’s. His wings, in return, closed as if to embrace them in a hug. More and more souls began to leave the stream to circle around Nightwing and steal a hint of his warmth and affection.

Wraith flew over to him slowly, squinting from the brightness. The heat almost stung, but it was so soft and gentle that Wraith smiled again. Leave it to Nightwing to have such a wondrous, kind soul, even after dying.

“Nightwing,” Wraith called, “We have to go. Your family is waiting for you.”

Nightwing’s soul paused in its movements, wings flapping. The souls around him spun like little moons. Wraith batted away one that drew too close to him.

“We have to go now. Or your body won’t be able to handle it anymore if you’re dead for too long.”

Nightwing hesitated for only a moment longer before flying over to him, leaving the drifting souls behind. They shook themselves from Nightwing’s kindness and then rejoined the stream to the other world. Wraith cooed as Nightwing flew to him, before landing into his hands. While the other souls varied in size from crumbs to being coin-sized, Nightwing’s soul was a wonderful, powerful size like a boulder.

Wraith couldn’t help but lean closer to press a kiss to the edges of Nightwing’s soul. Nightwing fluttered and flapped his wings, rubbing against him in all of his radiance.

Wraith smiled, his entire being softening under Nightwing’s brilliance. “Let’s bring you back, my hero. Your family is mourning.”

After Wraith left the border between the Infinite Realms and the Living World, he watched from a distance as Nightwing’s family sobbed and hugged his revived body tightly.

Robin was crying especially hard, clutching at him desperately as Red Robin and Black Bat hugged them both since Robin wouldn’t leave Nightwing’s arms. The rest of the vigilantes checked over them, still crying themselves, as the Batman hugged them all, his cowl hiding his own tears of relief.

Nightwing reassured his siblings and looked up, past the shoulders of the Red Hood and Batman, to make eye contact with Wraith.

Wraith chuckled and waved goodbye before disappearing. In a few days, Wraith would approach him again for his thanks and attention. But for now, he could concede and allow Nightwing to soak in the love and care of his family.

[cloudabserk]

are there any outfits you have in your closet that naruto and sasuke would wear? 💝

YES omg i feel like naruto would love my closet

all things i own and wear (except the orange headband) plus some hairstyles i’ve had semi recently i think he’d rock

sasuke on the other hand… would probably not be as enthused about my haphazard style