#constructive feedback is welcome

[theredheadedmenace]

You ever just realize that you can post things to your own blog?

Anyway, I started drawing recently and I made myself a pledge to do a sketch every day at whatever level of motivation I’m at. As long as I drew one line on the paper, that’s all it needs to be. Obviously I’ll try to do more than that but just giving myself that low stakes out for any low energy/motivation days.

Here’s the backlog of stuff from my Blue Sky: hope yall enjoy.

[loopsisloops]

I really hope none of this comes off as fake deep.

Do I just suck at life?

Aren’t we tired? Aren’t we tired of this way of living. And hey, maybe I am wrong. Maybe I do need to suck it up, just do the thing, and grow up. I should stop stalling and move on. But I can’t help but think of how robotic all of this feels.

I don’t like living but I love being human. I find so much joy in human connection. Two people making each other laugh. The smile on someone’s face after you give them a compliment. Finding things you have in common with a total stranger.

I have nothing more to say except perhaps fuck capitalism and how inhumane it makes everything feel.

[siri-ike]

A little crime, as a treat

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Part 1 part 2

The fear slowly faded from his eyes. Almost everyone he saw looked proud. Even Walker looked happier than usual. Everyone except Skulker. Could they actually want him as king? What does the king even do?

Danny reached the raised platform and smiled (confidently, not at all like he was about to cry) at Clockwork, who placed a hand on his shoulder and forcibly turned him around to face the crowd.

One of the observers steped to the front of the stage. "If anyone objects to Danny Phantom being the new Ghost King, this is your chance to challenge him for the crown."

He knew it! HE KNEW IT! He was right to be scared! They've just gathered to take him on all at once!

To Danny's surprise, aside from some grumbles, the audience was quiet. No one challenged him.

Another observer opened an old, intricately carved wooden box and pulled out Pariahs crown. "Then it is an honor to crown you, Danny Phantom: Ghost King, Ruler of infinite realms." And placed it on Danny's head.

For a moment, he felt like he was on fire. Then, like he was being electrocuted. Drowning, falling, suffocating, stabbed everywhere at once, but none of it was painful. Finally, it stopped at a familiar feeling. Freezing.

In an instant, he could see. Feel? The whole ghost zone all at once. The Far Frozen, The Clocktower, Walkers Prison, Pariahs Keep, Pandoras Maze. All the places he'd been as well as so many others. Lunch Lady's Kitchen and Box Ghosts Warehouse moving closer together. Embers Big Stage, Youngbloods Ship, The Cheese Kings Castle, Desirees Lounge. It was incredible, but most interesting of all was the new haunt forming itself as he watched. It was as if the zone pulled in on itself, rubble and wrecks of abandoned and destroyed haunts were pulled into a swirling vortex. It got smaller and smaller until it exploded into a whole galaxy.

Phantoms Galaxy.

It was beautiful. Full of stars, each with their own systems. He even recognized some of them. Stars that had collapsed in on themselves. White dwarves now covered in life once more. So long he'd studied and morned the loss of such amazing celestial bodies while celebrating the wonderful new things that would inevitably be born from them. Now they were all there. All his to hold and protect forever.

Danny's mind was thrust back to his body. He looked over the hall, and almost everyone was gone. He looked up at Clockwork starry-eyed. Literally, there were stars in his eyes. He opened his mouth but couldn't put together a thought.

"Welcome back, Danny. I'm afraid you missed the party." Clockwork proudly brushed Danny's hair out of his face. "I foresaw you gaining a keep of your own. One that I look forward to hearing about once you've properly explored it. And im certain even more will accept your invitation in due time."

Danny was still lost for words. How long was he just staring at nothing? And what does he mean by invitation? He opened his mouth to speak, but his vision faded again.

He was shrouded amidst pitch black space that spread as far as he could see. In front of him was the wreckage that once was his parents' portal, now relocated into his hount. Next, he saw Vlads portal, then several naturally occurring ones. The triangle seems to have snatched some people on a yacht. He'd have to deal with that later. The last portal he saw was strange. It felt... angry? Bloodthirsty. And it kept failing to open in different places.

First in some kind of railway station, next in Klempers Icy Path, and last in, NO! Pointdexters school. You can't come in through there!

As if listening to him, the portals swirl slowed and faded from the school, then it reappeared in the darkness. No, not dark, space. It's in Danny's Phantom Galaxy.

Abruptly, he found himself back in his own body. This time, Clockwork was nowhere to be seen. Danny leaped off the stage only for his cape to snag on the wood, causing him to crash to the ground. Since when does he wear a cape?

On the other side of the big doors, Danny only found one ghost. He wore an all white three piece suit, top hat, cape, and monocle, but his face was invisible. "Do you know how to get to Clockworks tower? Or the Far Frozen?" Danny begged, but before the stranger could answer, everything went dark once more.

He was amidst the stars again. Close enough to recognize some of them this time. There was Argo, Daxum, Krypton, and its moons Thalon and Wegthor. This was the Rao system that was destroyed 58 years ago. A lot of research has been done into it because it's where Superman allegedly claims to be from, although Danny hadn't been able to find any first-hand source to confirm that.

The portal bounced around a bit before stopping on Wegthor, where it finally opened fully. And one steel reinforced boot stepped out.

Danny snapped back into his body and found himself clinging onto the drapery. The other ghost was still there.

"Dear boy, you look as though you've taken a knot to the noggin." He offered his hand, and Danny took it. "Jim Craddock, at your service, but now a days most call me Gentleman Ghost. Of course, one of your stature needs no introduction, my king." He took a bow, and, awkwardly, Danny did too.

"There's an intruder in the ghost zone, in my haunt. I don't know who, but they seemed hostile, and I don't know where it is because it just formed a few minutes ago during the coronation -"

"Let me stop you there." Jim cut him off. "The coronation was seven hours ago. And as for getting to your haunt? Why do you not just step through one of your portas? During the ceremony, the drabble was able to use them to get to Embers' so-called after-party." You'd think lacking a face would make it hard to show emotion, but through only tone and body language, the Gentleman Ghost conveyed his utter disgust with a hint of jealousy.

"Did, did you see how I did it?" Danny conveyed only confusion and a lack of authority.

The Gentleman Ghost placed a gloved hand under Danny's chin. "Your gift most likely works as any other. Relax, clear your mind, and focus only on where you want to go."

Danny closed his eyes and felt the hand leave his chin. He took a deep breath and pictured the Rao system, the moon Wegthor, the portal. He saw it clearly in his mind. He then pictured himself standing in front of the portal. He opened his eyes, and it was right there, exactly as he'd imagined.

Except for one thing, between Danny and the portal was, "Jason?"

Red Hood didn't lower his gun at all. His perfectly chiseled forearms twithced, trigger finger remaining off the trigger, ~haah~, he's so diciplined. If anything, he seemed more intent to shoot. His big round biceps nearly ripping the seams on his worn leather jacket. It's too small for him, but he hates change. His legs, undoubtedly sculpted out of whatever Danny's version of Kryptonite is with how weak they made him, took a step back. He could probably tell how hard Danny was mentally undressing him.

"Who are you?" He finally demanded.

"Who am I? I'm Danny. Your, assistant? And anyway, I was invited. You're not supposed to be in the ghost zone. It can be dangerous."

"Careful there," a rough looking guy with a heavy English accent spoke. "E could've possessed ya mates body there, now, yeah?" Mate? If only. "They do that, ya'know. Take ya, loved ones," loved ones, Danny could swoon. "Persenate' em. Messes ya up real proppah'."

"Well, I'm not." Danny: master negotiator.

"Prove it."

"You broke into my home and expect me to prove I'm not dangerous!?!"

Danny caught the slightest hint of his own reflection on Jasons helmet. White hair, green eyes, crown, cape, no wonder he doesn't recognize him.

Danny hasn't gone ghost in 8 years, not since Phantom was declared public enemy #1 and the anti ecto acts were pushed through. He hadn't even gotten to see himself. He looked so much like Dan.

That doesn't mean anything. Looking like Dan doesn't make him like Dan. Right? He tried to turn back human, but it felt like he was squeezing himself into a container he didn't fit in.

"I promise, I am Danny Fenton." Danny gave Red his sincerest look. "But I'm also Danny Phantom, Ghost King, and ruler of infinite realms. I was your assistant for almost 8 years. Partly because I want to hurt the U.S. government in any way I can." Danny took a small step forward. "Partly for my love of numbers and punctuality." Danny closed in so the gun was pressed up to his chest. "But mostly I stayed because of you."

Jason removed his helmet. For the first time, Danny could look Jason in the eye without having to stand on a chair (or a table that one time)

"How could you keep this a secret for so long?"

"I actually only found out I was king 7 hours ago, but with Phantom... I'm wanted... and not considered human. I didn't wanna take the chance that... the crew," Danny exhailed. "That, you might think that too." Danny looked down.

Jason seemed to almost giggle. "I don't care whether you're human or not. Most of my friends are aliens, mutants, and monsters." He lifted Danny's chin. "I didn't follow you to another dimention because I thought a fellow human was in danger. I followed because I thought you were in danger."

Danny moved Jasons hand to his cheek and held it there.

[cool-us3r]

haaaiiiii tumblr!!!! since you guys r probably my favorites (bigger fandoms for my more niche interests. yk how it is) its a VIDEO WIP!!!! its probably not GREAT cuz this is my first time using Alight Motion and whatnot but thought id share a little… for fun. will look more polished when im DONE done

[willnotfalterpv]

Crk has gotten me in a chokehold AND out of my art block :3 im jumping with joy, in my bed half asleep laying down ready to go to bed but the art hath gotten me.

SO HUZZAH1!!1!1

IT'S ETERNAL SUGAR COOKIE!!1!1!!1 Now imma bfr she looks more like rose quartz from SU but I'm still SO proud of it. I mean, i took her curls and RAN WITH IT, but i still love it!! Its one of my more favourite pieces and i just love her in general i am SO excited for the new update with awakened Holly Berry and etc!! YIPPEE once again, art tips/critics are welcomed :3 just be nice about it

[softh0neycomb]

First little drabble of my tattoo idea, just some groundwork. This is my first COD fic so I’m still getting the hang of the “voices”

Price heaves out a sigh as he puts his mug down on the table with a little more force than necessary, the rest of the unit already reclining on the sofas they have in the waiting area.

“We’ve had to turn four potential clients away” he tells them, lips twitching in annoyance “because we don’t have an artist who does what they’re looking for.”

Simon raises a brow, “what?” He says succinctly, taking a gulp from his own mug of tea “what else is there?”

He points at himself “black and grey,” to Kyle “colour,” to Price “trad” before pointing at Soap “and piecer, what more do people need?”

Price rolls his eyes, out of all them; Simon is the most insular, most wary of any new artists coming into the shop, the reason they don’t offer many guest spots even though they’re one of the best shops in the country.

It’s Kyle who responds “my ‘colours’ not to everyone’s taste though is it mate? Not everyone wants new school.” Simon waves a hand irritably at him.

“Illustrative” Price says, with another lip twitch “softer, less stark, florals and all that.”

“You could just say girly shite Cap” Johnny pipes up from where he’s been browsing on his phone, “we all know that the only girls coming in here…are coming for me.” A smirk, Simon cuffs him round the back of the head.

“Nevertheless” Price sighs out, “I’ve put an ad out for an artist that specialises in illustrative tattoos, so if anyone comes in…be nice.” The last word comes out in a growl.

The three of them nod, with varying degrees of acceptance.

Price nods “right, pub?” He slaps his hands on his knees before getting to his feet as the men all shuffle to put their mugs away before locking up for the day.

[itsartistickiwi]

Realised that I made this over the course of a few days back in September inspired by a post from @binary-bird and the works of classical composers (Dmitri Shostakovich specifically) but never posted it anywhere! Thought it's time to share it, so I touched it up, added a few things and boom! All I ask is that this please not be reposted anywhere else, thank you!

[1wh4re1]

Okay so more Ghoap x F!Reader. Just a blurb. Also, these will definitely be in whatever order inspiration strikes me first.

You're covered in sweat, tendrils of hair sticking to your face and you swear you swear you can still feel your left side despite the epidural. You've been at this for what feels like days despite it being less than 10 hours.

This wasn't how you imagined the birth of your baby. One partner whose remains had drifted over that beautiful cliffside and the other god knows where who chose to walk away from you. Still, you are grateful for the man holding your hand beside you now.

John Price never imagined he'd be in this situation. Your hand gripping his (quite painfully god your grip is strong), and him wiping away your sweat and tears. He knows he isn't the man who should be here and he knows that he shouldn't have sent Simon to chase a lead so close to your due date even though the man doesn't even know you're pregnant at all.

He watches you flush, tears leaking from your eyes through another round of pushing, and thinks he is quite possibly the biggest bastard on earth for keeping this secret for you.

You're exhausted. Worn out. Dead beat tired. The doctor between your legs encourages you. Only a few more pushes she says and you're almost there. You sob, heaving breaths as more tears stream down your face. Squeezing Price's hand you start to push again, praying that this is the end.

The relief of hearing your baby cry for the first time is overshadowed by the blood rushing through your ears and the wooziness you feel. You can't make out what the doctors are saying.

"What...what are they saying," you slur, tongue feeling heavier than lead in your mouth as you roll your head over to look at Price. "Where's my baby, why can't I see my baby?"

Price tries to reassure you but the room is erupting into chaos around him. The monitors attached to you start to wail.

"BP is dropping."

"She's hemorrhaging."

"We need an OR stat. Page them and tell them we are on the way."

"Sir, we need to move her please go to the waiting room."

The last thing you feel is Price's hand leaving yours before you slip under into a cool abyss.

@thefictionalgemini @ghostslittlegf @oniiloma @astro-ghoul99

[baitutu]

Posting bits of my portfolio 🫠 yeah bro I’m not getting in anywhere

Anyways give me some critique, if I should remove some pieces, remake them, or whatever. I just want some sort of feedback

[jackie-monochrome]

Motorcycle toothless? This is a very weird idea I had, and I want some feedback. Should it be as smooth and organic as it is? Or should I make it more like a normal sport bike motorcycle (sharper, less "Toothlessy")?

[izzypaw]

little fox guy is consuming my warm ups now i keep starting my day with little foxes

[bee-valseveer]

Every self respecting con artist knows the first rule of running a con is to make it believable: and while frankly, this is much easier to do when you live in a world where magic and dragons exist, no matter where you are you can't start selling medicine to beautify oneself if you look like Miracle Max and the Albino from the Princess Bride had an unholy lovechild.

The second rule of running a con is to not stay in one place too long - unless of course, you're an evil royal adviser looking to take over a kingdom.

Thankfully, Peri knew these rules very well - or at least, the Nareldic version which is much less impactful for people not from around there - which was why she was currently attempting to wave goodbye to the adoring crowd of nobles and townspeople and extract herself as quickly as possible from the city before the drinking gourd hanging from her belt turned back into an extremely disgruntled dragon.

To be fair on the dragon, a drinking gourd is not exactly the most comfortable shape to be at the best of times, but especially not when you're being jingled and jangled around like an over enthusiastic apple picker shaking a tree too early in the season before being laid out by an unripe russet.

Still, Peri had been trying to get out of the town for a good four days now, ever since she had "slain" the "rampaging dragon" that had been terrorising the local guilds for the past several moons, but, Peri thought, the problem with being even a self proclaimed hero was that everyone expected you to sit down and enjoy what seemed like several dozen parties, endless thanks from what were really overdramatic townspeople, and fend off multiple requests to settle in longterm.

Peri was by now quite good at the latter, but it was still a hassle to deal with as much attention as she would receive every time she would relieve a city of their burdens - as well as the not inconsiderable amount of coins she could guilt out of the meister or local lord.

It was around ten in the morning by the time Peri had gotten a fair enough distance into the surrounding farmlands that there were only the occasional farmer or labourer she was passing by.

Checking the landscape, she carefully untied the loop securing the drinking gourd from her belt, and placed it on a mound to the side of the road near the ditch that ran between the highway and the field of terrytubers that lay parallel to it.

The gourd shuddered slightly, before morphing into what might have been an intimidating figure of a dragon, covered in sharp spikes; had it not been missing the majority of its tail or been bigger than the twenty centimetres long that it was.

The might-have-otherwise-been-scary dragon scurried up the hand Peri held out to it, scrambling up to her shoulder where it perched, a grumpy expression on its scaly face, and immediately began complaining.

"Coulda died, Agg could, Peri coulda made Agg squeeze hisself to death. Poor Agg, being so mangled, absolutely scrambled. Mean Peri hates Agg she does."

"Oh shut it you overgrown skink," Peri said affectionately, "that didn't hurt at all, and I know that for a fact."

Agg growled petulantly - "Peri don't know that, Peri not a witchy mind reader, she's not."

Peri snorted. "Maybe not, but I can still tell your melodramatic ogreshit apart from anything. You're worse than the last king we 'assisted', 'cept you don't want me to marry your idiot son."

Reaching up, she scratched Agg alongside his chin. "Come on you. You'll grow that tail back in no time, and besides, we've got enough of that spiced scootaroo you liked from that butchery to last us until we're well into the next territory, so shut your gob." She said affectionately.

Agg subsided a little, muttering under his breath dolefully occasionally as he perched on Peri's shoulder, the two scam artists soon disappearing into the late autumns noon dust haze. He wouldn't be fully finished with his woeful histronics for a good while yet, but Peri was used to that - besides, being the time of year it was, she was confident a moth or butterfly looking to lay its eggs somewhere would distract him before too long.

[statusquoofficial]

Here’s the current line up for my book, Status Quo!

Question:

If 3/4 of my main characters are bi/gay, but the gay romance isnt until the second book, BUT the gayness is explicitly acknowledged and in fact causes one of the major conflicts in book 1, can i still market this as a gay? Or is it queer baiting? Because i know the first book centers around a straight couple, but the series as a whole hates the heteros and Mr Vest here is the only one not sinning.

Btw a queer romance does happen off scene during a time skip, but otherwise the main plot is a straight romance.

[odiabonecessario]

I really appreciate actual discussions here, I really really do and I should thank everyone who spent their time showing me a different perspective without wanting to convince me I'm wrong. I'm always in a certain danger of falling for unfairly dehumanizing discourses like I did but meeting people (especially here) who genuinely tried to explain it to me without being cocky or assuming I'm trying to do evil still gives me a bit more hope we can improve as a society

[judeiscariot]

couldn’t find a neutral milk hotel poster i liked so i made one do you guys fuck w it

[queeniequeens]

呪術廻戦 第112: 渋谷事変 / Jujutsu Kaisen No. 112: Shibuya Incident

Tried colouring a manga cap for the first time! I think it mostly turned out well, but I’m definitely working on figuring out digital art and everything Procreate has to offer.