I wanna do an office ay were uts naurto but like in the office we get interviews and dumb shenanigans
Studying manga textures + drawing unhinged teens. Blackwhip is surprisingly relaxing to draw?
my process for my last tsumiki piece
that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao
(Read L to R)
This is an intro of my Pro Hero Touya and Villian Hawks storyline 🔥
day 186 | ok this was funnier in my head sry [id in alt]
can a homie get a hand to the throat
Tim woke up to find Red Hood standing in his bedroom.
This wasn't much of a surprise. It had been a year since Hood tried to kill Tim, a little less than a year since he and Bruce had the confrontation that left Bruce grim and withdrawn -- well, more grim and withdrawn than usual. In that time, Hood had made a name for himself in the criminal underworld. Tim wasn't sure whether he believed the stories of heads in a duffel bag, but clearly a lot of people did, and Red Hood had to be intimidating enough for that kind of legend to seem plausible.
Logic dictated that it was only a matter of time before he tried to add Tim's head to his collection. They had unfinished business, after all.
Tim had just started to scramble up into a defensive position -- alone in Drake Manor, in his pajamas, no weapon close at hand -- when Hood said, "Identification. Imbroglio. Phasotherapy. Farinaceous."
The word sequence made Tim freeze, awkwardly crouched on the bed in his boxers and t-shirt. He stared at Red Hood, who was not actually wearing his helmet right now. Nor a domino mask. He stood in the doorway to Tim's room and stared back at him.
Finally Tim gathered himself enough to ask, "Metaplasia?"
"Nope," Hood answered. "Or, 'laundulet' or whatever. It's really me."
"And you're in a time loop." Tim eased down into a crouch, not quite ready to relax. "I'm going to assume I taught you those code words -- "
" -- in a previous loop," they said together.
"Yeah," Hood said and then he -- his scarred face broke into a grin and he -- he strode across the room, sending Tim backwards, trying to go up the wall like a spooked cockroach, except Hood caught him and pulled him forward into a. Hug.
"I love you so much," Hood rasped, ignoring Tim's hands around his throat. "You little weirdo, I love you so much. You're the only one who prepared for this."