#final b-day post

[licorishh]

double ?? upload ???? yeaaaahh i've gotten FASTERRrr for whatever that's worth so complementary blyla because guess what i miss them too (nobody was surprised by that)

[dreamingpartone]

some asny commissions I did for @marshmali late last year!

if you're interested in the story behind them, these are based on scenes from their fic Warm, Like Sunshine on Skin ₊⊹

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[honkowo]

MORE ANGLEPOSTING AT LAST!!!!!! YAY YIPPEE

FINALLY POSTING MY MODIFICATIONS 2 ANGELS + POST-SPACE-AGE ANGLE (excluding 1 but thats cos they need playing w a bit more so ill post them laterrrrrrr)

ok first: angels have had a bit of a change, i was having trouble drawing them in dynamic poses cos their bodyplan was a major fuck 2 work with, ive p much fixed that now by moving the "wing finger", making the legs longer(& technically digitigrade), & repositioning their inner wings 2 sit upright & out of the way of the outer wings rather than have them all stacked on the lower half of the body(turns out its much easier 2 draw a guy when all their limbs arent BLOCKING THE VIEW OF THE BODYYYYY)

now we get onto the FUN STUFF AKA POST-SPACE AGE ANGEL MORPHS:

salt desert angels stay suprisingly similar to their homeworld counterparts, with exclusively pale colour palletes, lithe bodies & hardy disposition; this is intentional as over the centuries, salt desert culture shifted from worshipping the star homeworld orbitted to worshipping themselves(as leaving their home solar system was interpreted by their leader at the time as "rising above the power of the sun & becoming gods themselves" which was taken on by the rest of the population), which pushed them to intentionally modify the race to stay as similar as possible, at the cost of a higher rate of genetic issues in the population. theyve also become a lot more annoying as a side-effect of their newfound arrogance.

tundra, central cliffs, & tropical angels, after gradually being forced to stay near eachother by the rapidly growing & increasingly unpleasant 2 deal with salt desert angels, began intermingling & spreading out to form new colonies & satellites, becoming the MERCHANT & PILGRIM angel variants. merchants would inhabit artificial satellites & ships, developing lighter figures & longer wings + sails to manoeuvre through lower gravity better. pilgrims inhabit the colonies established on planets & moons, & typically have widely varying body types to better suit different levels of gravity. despite being named as 2 distinct variations, merchants & pilgrims do not have much in the way of genetic differences, with the 2 regularly exchanging genetics & individuals from each group often switching places depending on personal preference.

[portsandstars]

[susartwork]

It's Basic's 4th birthday!

I'll never stop redrawing this scene haha, and this time I even decided to animate it q(≧▽≦q) I really should draw these two more often

Happy b-day, my glitchy cinnamon roll ♡

Basic!S̷̗̀ả̶̰n̸̢̑s̸̰̀ belongs to me Ruby!Sans belongs to @rubytale-chapter2

[unproduciblesmackdown]

the interlude in rotk of frodo exerting all effort against the strains of woodwinds to drag himself a meter or so further up mount doom

[ninjagirlstar5]

IT'S AVA 4'S ANNIVERSARY. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??

IT'S SECOND AND DARK'S BIRTHDAYS, YAHOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎉

[pizzadog64]

and the earth fell out from under me

[toxooz]

girl help i made Ollies cheekbones too snatched

COMIC UPDATE WILL B DONE BY NEXT TUESDAY 4SURE 🐦💥

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope the statuesque head empty goddess and her dirt gremlin girlfriend are having a nice day

They are living their best life B*)

(original pose)

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Crack Ship War - Bracket Update: Side Finals!

We have interesting matchups this round!

Side A: Only Girls Allowed

Side B: Old Man Yaoi: Zeff has to make a hard choice.

Side C: parental yaoi versus parental yuri

Side D: Crocodile has to make a hard choice

Side E: Rosinante has to make a hard choice

Side F: Old Man Yaoi versus Old Woman Yuri

Side G: Battle of the polycules

Side H: Battle of the parental m/f ships (Rosi/Bell-mère belongs here too, but they were assigned another side)

Also, don't forget to check out the AO3 fic collection!

[siena-sevenwits]

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[kanene-yaaay]

I've been on this wonderful community, got to know a lot of incredible beans and see incredible arts, and I think that, after almost 6 years, it's time to be honest here.

Everyone, gather around, I have a very important thing to confess:

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS THE EGG THING ON THE KNEE!! WHAT DOES IT MEAN HOW DOES IT WORK WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EGGS ON YOUR FRIEND'S KNEE WHAT IS THE EGG THING ARE THE EGGS EVEN BOILED DID YOU FRY IT IS IT SCRAMBLED WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN

[coriander-candlesticks]

Sometimes your Mental Illness™ is kicking your ass and all you can do is offer the first hot, non-leftover meal you managed to prep in the day at 10:30 pm to Apollo & ask for help getting to *and* getting through your appointment tomorrow and that's okay

[ai-higurashi]

Get in loser, we're going shopping