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So, I did a thing. I decided to try Whumptober this year. Decision made on September 18th so I'm not as far ahead as I'd like. But it also means I can be persuaded to change my mind if you want to see a particular character for certain days :)
Feel free to suggest your characters to me!
As usual I couldn't decide between One Piece and Supernatural so I did both with about the same number of stories for each.
I don't want to put any pressure on myself with this, just a fun way to challenge myself with prompts I wouldn't have thought of otherwise. That's all.
Last thing, I'm going to post on AO3 but would anyone be interested in me posting them here as well?
Happy (?) Whumptober and if you decide to spend some of it with me, thank you very much and welcome aboard!
That new Robin though 👁👅👁
A conversation between two
ME: *is walking, head in the clouds*
Me: *stumbles and falls onto the floor*
Me: "Oh my- , I'm so sorry. Do you need help?"
Chair: ....
Me: "wait wha-. What did i just do?"
have at, idk
it's somethin. idk im tired ok
THIS is what my insane ass has been cooking. I went full fanfic author with this one and I DID wanna do more with Spinner, but Dabi kinda became the main focus, so...yeah. Hope you enjoy!
Hello chat this is the actual first post i have be nice 🙏 idk if ill continue posting art consistently but ill do my mark here
How Much?
'Twenty five dollars.' Floating a little over his shoulder Jon leans in closer to whisper something to Danny who quickly nodded his head in agreement. ' Forty dollars and some burgers.'
Hal stole a quick glance at the others to try and get some help, but Clark was enjoying himself and wasn't about to do anything to discourage his kid while Arthur seemed content to wait. The others weren't so polite though. Barry couldn't meet his gaze while Oliver was trying his best not to laugh at the situation they were in as he was forced to try and buy a set of lantern rings off of Superboy's new friend.
He didn't believe it when it was first called in but they were forced to take it more seriously after Guy tried taking them by force only to end up making an embarrassingly long flight back from Pluto when the kids tricked him into flying into a portal. Lessons were off the table too for obvious reasons after that disaster of a first meeting and only got worse after Superboy called his dad on them and threatened to get Robin involved but that many rings in one place was just asking for trouble and he still didn't know how the kid managed to qualify for even half of them.
Cause there was a lot. The most concerning one was the outdated red lantern ring hanging off a chain around his neck. He'd apparently got it off a guy after a pretty nasty fight (with Superman adding he wasn't lying after Guy called Danny a liar) along with a set of yellow rings a friend of his liked collecting (which raised so many questions neither kid felt like answering) and a violet star sapphire ring he'd won in a game of cards somehow. It didn't matter if it was his sister's ex's on again off again girlfriend, nobody should be able to toss away a ring so carelessly and none of Danny's vague half answers were anywhere close to explaining why the rings just didn't fly off in search of new wielders.
Hal was about to make a counter offer, hoping to avoid having to pay forty bucks a ring when the teleporters went off and Robin came striding out with a look that spelled doom for every lanterns bank account.
I don't even know where this came from but I thought about it and figured why not so here. I like the idea of Jon and Danny being friends and getting into trouble whenever Damian's busy being the stabby Robin and the three of them are well aware of the fact that Danny has more lantern rings than he knows what to do with so Hal can try and buy a few of them if he has enough money.
I keep saying 'there is nothing more devastating than' and go on to find something that is.
people have erogenous zones but I have irritable zones. like touch my arm and I'll swat yours away. touch my torso and I'll fucking bite.
I think my leg doesn't function properly. So, should I consult a psychiatrist or an orthopaedic surgeon?
So I did a thing! Lolz :3c
woodwatcher
I made a little animation
[Image description from alt text: An animated gif of someone with a white mask with antlers and a black cloak unfolding one black wing, then folding it back up. The background is a misty forest. End ID.]
So I!! Tried to draw hawks in JJBA style
I haven’t colored it or anything because I can’t color for shit, but I did a thing!! (M
This isn’t a fix-it fic, but I started to decorate my door for st. Patty’s today! I got interrupted by class buttttt…
It will look better when it’s done, expo markers are just the bane of my existence.
Edit 1: if you recognize this, no you don’t. 🩷
Edit 2: Update!!
Rip my black expo marker. Let’s hope my neighbors don’t erase this one!! Happy (early) St. Patrick’s day!!
hey bestie
take this video and please I'm begging don't let it flop i lost half my gallery for this beast /hj
anyway I'm tired g'night ✌
Ah well nothing but a doodle page today. But that's ok, as long as im getting use to drawing digitally right?
Though the only reason i wanted to post this was because i wanted to show that i can actually do the do called drawing. The creatures are an idea and the upper right lady person was a tribal thing ... or something. i like her.
Edit: also here's some angels and what not. sketching is rather fun, especially when i actually use lines XD
2nd edit: ok im done i promise. Me attempting to do the do that is art isn't an easy fight.... and im hiding my identity so well aren't i?
Help me.... I like drawing stars and I need to go to bed
Being a teenage girl is randomly studying for your finals while listening to old animation memes in your ear while you daydream about writing fanfics with your old creepypasta crushes.
So I did a thing.. and I'm looking for feedback if anyone's willing to give it?
Winged AU narumitsu art teehee~
Definitely didn’t research up different birds to assign one to edgeworth only to not use the feather markings.
(I did. I absolutely did that.)
So I decided to give myself a sharpie tattoo tonight :) I’ve been vaguely imagining having a “God is Love” (1 John 4:8) tattoo for quite a long time, but I’m afraid of both needles and decisions and thus have not done so as yet.
But I’ve been seeing these pictures of Gerard Way with sharpie tattoos and I was just like “there is no reason I should not give myself a sharpie tattoo right now” and so... I did.
See beneath the cut for step by step pictures and general rambling :)
I put it in the spot where I would get a real tattoo if I ever get around to getting one; I have a big weird scar about halfway up the outside of my left calf and I figure if I were to get a proper tattoo, that’s kind of an ideal spot for a tattoo anyways and I might as well cover my scar with one.
As with any good scar, there’s a long story to it, but (gross-out warning, mild medical violence warning) basically I had a spider bite that got infected and it swelled up into this big nasty boil-ish, welt-ish thing that lasted for an uncomfortably long time. When I went to the doctor with it, they pretty much just stabbed it twice to get it to drain and it left me with this. It’s hard to get it to show up very well but it’s basically two deep divots in a patch of pale, off-texture skin, a bit bigger around than a quarter.
So I knelt on my bed with my leg at an awkward angle, whipped out my treasured 30 pack of rainbow sharpies (minus like 3, because sharpies like to run away), and went to work. It was kind of a weird angle to draw at not only because of how I had to bend my knee but also because everything I was drawing was sideways, but the heart turned out fairly nicely, if a bit lopsided.
I didn’t make the heart quite big enough to fit “God is Love” inside of it so I wound up with the love bit underneath. I’m fairly pleased with how it looks, although you can definitely tell from the “e” that I was working sideways.
I liked it well enough, but I wanted more color, and so I decided to add a butterfly wing to the left--or perhaps a flower. I have a tendency to draw those rather similarly so it’s basically both. One flower lead to another, then another, plus a couple of vines; I have progress pictures with each individual piece I added, but to prevent this post from going on for too long, I’ll just jump back to the final design.
Also, side note, my knee was stiff as all heck after sitting like that for all the time I was drawing, and I had to limp around the house a bit to get my leg to straighten back out. In hindsight I would advise taking more breaks during the drawing process when sitting with one’s leg at such a weird angle.
The main picture at the top is from that stage as well, but then I went and googled “sharpie tattoo” because I remembered something about there being a way to make them last longer. I found this, which said to cover it in baby powder and spray it with hairspray. I don’t really use hair spray regularly, but I was pretty sure I had some around somewhere; the first stuff I found actually turned out to be a spray can of hair mousse, though, so I just patted it around on top of the baby powder. I didn’t quite get the whole thing covered because I was worried about smudging it if I rubbed it around.
I was fairly certain I had some actual hairspray somewhere; eventually it occured to me to look in my old dance bag, because the last time I used hair spray was probably my 9th grade dance recital. I was correct, and upon locating said dance bag, I found both hairspray and an abundance of nostalgia. I reapplied baby powder and sprayed it on. Having not been used in nearly a decade, the hairspray came out in a confused trickle rather than a spray, and the whole area became very wet as I tried to pour out enough spray to cover the design in its entirety. The ink started to bleed and, while pretty, I was worried that rather than preserving my sharpie tattoo I was going to rinse it off prematurely in a flood of aged hairspray.
I quickly dabbed at the flow with a bit of toilet paper, and in doing so accidentally made a rather lovely watercolor on the paper.
So, this is where things are at now. The baby powder did leave quite a bit of texture on my leg. I imagine it will rinse off, but I think for tonight I’ll let things ‘set’ before I try and rinse it. Perhaps it would’ve been better if I’d left the initial design without putting any of this on it, but hopefully this will help it last longer. It’s just fun to have something bright, colorful, and meaningful on my leg.
I’ve been really digging Killjoy aesthetics lately and I love the whole culture of being bright and colorful and unique that they have, and as I’ve been conceptualizing my Killjoy OC (cosplay to come, if I ever get around to it), I’ve found myself thinking about how I’d want to ideally design... well, myself, and so I guess this sharpie tattoo was really born from that.
Along those same lines, I’ve also been revisiting the idea of dyeing my hair. It’s something I’ve contemplated since middle school but never done, but now I really think I would like to. Again I’m at least partly inspired by Gerard Way, both in the sense of the bold hair colors of the Killjoy universe and from seeing how many great hair styles and colors Gerard’s had over the years. I’m not fond of the idea of cutting my hair, but I like the thought of mixing it up by dyeing it.
The wrench in my plans right now, though, is the way that everything is just on hold at the moment. Specifically, I’ve been in rehearsals for a play, but with this whole pandemic business, our rehearsals are suspended and our play is postponed for an unknown period of time. The play is the Crucible, and unfortunately, neon red violet hair would not fly in puritan Salem. My plan initially was to dye my hair as soon as the play was over in early April, but now, well... who knows how long it’ll be until the show happens and I’m in the clear to mess with my hair. So, stay tuned for that I guess. I don’t know if I’ll wait to do my Killjoy cosplay until I’m able to dye my hair; I would like to have both this sharpie tattoo and dyed hair at the time of said cosplay, but I’m not certain whether those time frames we’ll overlap. We’ll see.
Anyways, if anyone’s still reading this, thanks for sticking with me through my rambling! I hope you have enjoyed this episode of Violet’s adventures in sharpie tattoos.
Okay.... in my defense.... y'all really should have seen this one coming...
@nuggdoesart
The fact "the average Middle-Earther kills 500 people per day" is actually a statistical error. Most inhabitants of Middle-Earth kill 0 people per day. Melkor Morgoth Bauglir, who lives in Angband and kills 10,000 people per day, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
OKAY HEAR ME OUT—
AU but Scott doesn't kill sausage insteads holds him hostage....
HEY- my mans got to drink....
I'm now writing fanfiction for funny passive aggressive notes on tumblr...I'm sorry... I blame you.
The previous owner of flat 301 had felt the need to install a little musical doorbell. It had possibly once been rather pleasant, however now it sounded more akin to nails on a chalkboard.
Shuddering as the sound rang through the hallway, the owner of flat 301 stomped to the front door, skirting round the chairs, tables and boxes she had arranged as substitutes for a clothes maiden: after this morning, there was no way in hell she was going to trust the communal dryer.
“Yes?” she asked, yanking the door open.
A pair of dark eyes stared down at her and the owner of flat 301 felt herself melt a little into the doorframe.
“Is this flat 301?” the man asked, his pretty eyes darting between her and the marker drawn number on her front door. (She should really get a proper number plate). He ran a hand through his hair and his shirt lifted to expose a strip of skin that was framed by his hipbones.
She beamed at him hopefully– she had seen movies that started this way – ‘ yes! Yes this is definitely flat 301.”
“Oh.” His mouth and eyebrows twisted slightly at opposite angles, making his cheek bones pop. “You are an absolute asshole!!!!”
“huh?” This wasn’t what happened in those movies. Usually.
“I said you’re an asshole!” he yelled, spots of red appearing in his cheeks. “You better apologise for my clothes or I’ll swear I’ll-“
“-you’ll what?” she interrupted, crossing her arms. The man wasn’t looking so hot now with his red face and gaping mouth and her knowledge that he was the washing machine asshole from earlier.
“I’ll… I’ll…. It took me hours to find all my clothes! You hid the whites in the deepest piles of snow and hung my trousers at the top of a tree!” Here he glanced down at her “How did you even manage that, the tree is like eight feet tall? And, and I saw an old woman stuffing my boxers into her shopping bag!”
She snickered. This was not apparently the correct response.
“That’s it!” he reached over her, this wasn’t hard because she was hunched over with laughter, and yanked at the clothing drying behind her.
“I’m going to put these outside and then we’ll see how funny you think it is then!”
It wasn’t funny.
“Don’t you dare,” She snarled and grabbed onto his outstretched bicep with both arms, “I only did that because you took my clothes out the washing machine in the first place!”
“They were done,” he tried to pull away and she dug her heel in.
“They weren’t! You should have waited for me to come and get them. I had to wash them again because you put them on the floor!”
“You shouldn’t have left them in the machine!”
“You shouldn’t have used a machine in use!”
“You’re a hypocritical asshole.”
“You’re a self-centred jerk!”
Her clothes still held tight in his hand he yanked hard to dislodge her. It should have worked. The problem was she was stubborn and often impulsive. Instead of falling back, she threw herself forward, using his momentum to leap up and dig her knees into waist and wrap her arms around his neck. This was a prime location because she was going to strangle him.
She had, however, apparently overestimated his strength because he staggered backwards, letting go of her clothes which he promptly waked over –ignoring her cry of outrage- and slipped. Together they fell to floor, which from her position wrapped around his upper body like a koala was a really long way down. One of his arms flew up around her back, clutching her into towards him and the other was used to catch them once they hit the floor. It still hurt.
“Oww… Fuck…” he hissed.
She didn’t say anything because he was still holding onto her and was pressing her face into his shoulder in a way that might have protective or might have been threatening. She squirmed out of his death grip, unlocking her legs from where they were curled up around his torso and slid into the space between his knees.
“I can’t believe you stood on my clothes. I liked that top, asshole.” She scowled and tugged at the damp piece of material he was sat on, causing him flail a little unstably. He grabbed at her wrists to make her stop and she frowned, preparing to bite.
“Really! You are the absolute craziest person….”
“Will you two please keep this in your own apartments,” a calm voice interrupted them and they both swivelled to see a little old lady watching them from the other end of the hall way. “It’s great that you’re having a good time, but I don’t want to see it.”
“Oh god, that’s the woman that took my underwear” he muttered under his breath and instead of warning the old woman what a laundry asshole he was, the owner of flat 301 laughed so hard she started crying.
The laundry asshole frowned down at her, his bottom lip protruding, “It’s not funny.”
“Oh but it is…” her words trailed off and for a moment the only sound was laughter between them. “I’m sorry I got your underwear stolen by an old woman.”
He sighed, “I’m sorry I took your washing out the washing machine.” He got to his feet and held out a hand towards her. She took his hand and his apology graciously and stood up next him.
“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by taking me for coffee.”
“I can?” he looked bewildering down at her, “What, when did that happen?”
“Somewhere between you stealing my clothes for nefarious purposes and me climbing you like a tree.”
“Oh. Ok,” he nodded solemnly then grinned, “This wasn’t quite what I expected when I knocked on your door.”
“Weirdly this was kind of what I was expecting when I opened the door,” she gave him a smile which she knew was a bit predatory before adding, “I still think you’re an asshole though.”
“Ditto.”
