#knowing its range.

[popculturealchemy]

distruction that occured because we were toys to be played with. . . toys for gods . . language . . understood by use . . scribble . . Inside the well . . stuck there . . 2d space. In a cage . . . giants extinct. Still hidden from our space. . . we never saw them . . they escaped/dont remain . a / is a fork in time . . symbol to come back to. . . a choice. . . ecplise in our knowledge. . . giants breeding their toys . . homes . . some have homes . . some not so great . . . homes ran away from . worse giants . . different owners . . hidden in trees. . . smaller and smaller . . trying to find us. . . needing protein. . . part of the balance. . . seeds in time .. . stuck in hiding for so long . . eyes like cats . . In the dark . . less dark for them .. . able to survive a different timeline. . . . adjusting to us helping them. like giants. . . perhaps someday taking over. . . pixels of space. gigaspace. 1000 terabbytes of tyme horrible puns in space confusing future generations . trying to play basketball . . . what the hell is my creater . . . what the hell is the ball doing in my hands. . . feeling fine. .

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[illuminatedferret]

Xie Lian's bad luck carries so much meaning in TGCF. Like, Xie Lian has actual bad luck but wait, the bad luck is actually commentary on the self-perpetuating nature of poverty- wait, no, it's not actually bad luck at all, it was just a cover for how Jun Wu took advantage of his power to abuse Xie Lian- but wait, it's not bad luck, it's that Xie Lian keeps ending up in situations where his moral character means he refuses to disengage or ignore people's hardships even if he suffers for it. But WAIT-

[cozylittleartblog]

New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[doloneia]

we need to abolish the idea that ancient greek myths and legend have a coherent timeline. they do not. for any given myth there are like 10 heroes mentioned that feasibly could not have been adults or even alive. herakles keeps showing up in places where he should probably be dead. anyone could be a suitor of helen. even herakles. even theseus if you count that kidnapping stint he did. nestor is alive for 10 billion years. time is fake and anything beyond vague generational outlines is conjecture

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[dkbkdkpeak]

day four: bulk vs cut

katsuki likes the bulk

[stemmmm]

*For more art samples, see /tagged/m.png or @steemie *Send a message here or to stemaem@gmail.com if you have questions or are interested!

I recently had several people come and ask me about my commission rates, which made me realize I'd been drawing Bill Cipher for free this whole time. So here's the hot deets to save everyone the trouble!

I've also reopened my Patreon if you want to support me in making comics, animatics, and all the other stuff I do but don't feel like going in on some cool custom art!

[querro]

my favourite part of the decked out guests stream was the two-way "thats what she said" bit. and i havent seen anyone talking about it

[delopsia]

This man has had the most confusing two weeks of his life

[casualavocados]

The only fucking person who will look at you is me.

Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[aegagrusscholarship]

balteus.

[77ghost]

explodes them with my mind!!!!!!!!

[householdcryptid]

WHY have i not seen any edits for rhett(or bob reynolds) to thoroughfare by ethel cain!! im losing it!!! thats them!!