#(trying my best to be back)

[nil-elk]

The book you wish you had. 👁👄👁🖤💀

[meltedmush]

Another dump of my weekly illustrations!

[rubitsart]

Back from the dead to post some Arcane art. Sevika at her new job remembering her old compatriots/family.

I think Sevika would make sure the Piltovans know everything isn’t just water under the bridge.

[manunuscript]

Mock comic style of that one scene in dagobah!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Was pondering how Mark’s rigid ass mask/lens is prob a Budget Thing (since squishy, bendy lens are pretty much a mandate for all hero animated series, like JL, BTAS, TNBA, Spider-Man, etc), and then I was slapped with a vision of Mark in a more JL/BTAS-ish style and I had to see it through. I am a genius btw.

[spliinkles]

Best friendship bracelets :)

[arcane-gold]

made some custom combat portraits for malloch <3 gonna pretend like my art is officially in a bioware game <3 stay delusional dream big

[proxycrit]

(I point. Gently, in the voice of somebody who’s mind touched by the outer gods, i whisper truth in your ears:

Your honor the horses are now lesbians

(Anyways here’s the designs)

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I've never been more normal in my life.

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[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

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[technically-human]

Does Stone need some tissues for crying? Has he cried after Robotnik... he needs tissues

Nah. Even now, he's doing his best to avoid crying. The Doctor didn't like it.

ko-fi

[sodaneko]

・❥・suna x gn!reader ; slightly suggestive ; second chance romance ; word count: 824

suna rintarō doesn’t get why you’re so surprised over the photo strip on the fridge. no way, you still have that? of course he does. you were his first love after all. and if he was being honest with himself (something he avoided), you were his last, too. in all these years after you broke up there was no one who got even close to replacing you. so yeah, he kept the memory from when you squeezed into that photo booth together after school; your uniforms a bit rumpled, a lollipop dangling from the corner of your mouth, lipstick marks all over his face. you were so happy back then, young and naive and so, so head over heels in love. 

now you’re older and more beautiful than ever and your eyes light up when you spot him from across the room at the class reunion. it’s been years but his name still rolls off your tongue the way it used to, and even though you changed your perfume (he can tell) your familiar scent still lingers on you when he buries his face in your hair, strong arms coming to wrap around your middle and pulling you close. he has been a fool for ever letting you go. osamu, his roommate and witness to the scene, shoots him a knowing glance before giving you both some space. suna’s whole world just shrunk down to the size of you in his arms anyway. 

you talk. you talk for hours while ignoring everyone else, your knees nudging against another under the table, your pinkies almost touching while his hand rests next to your glass, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment until you ask him if he wants to get out of here; his heart in his throat when he nods and your hand slips into his like muscle memory. he’s not drunk but he feels lightheaded, like he’s in a dream where he gets to have you again. 

suna fumbles for his house keys while trying to recall if he cleaned after himself before he left or if osamu’s boxers are still on the bathroom floor as they always are, but his mind goes blank the moment you tangle your hand in his hair and pull him down to your lips. there’s a certain despair to the kiss, as if you’re both afraid that it’ll just be another faint memory once the sun rises again. the door clicks open and suna shoves you inside, pushing you against the nearest wall, one leg slotting between your thighs before he kisses you back with hunger, slender fingers cradling your face. you’re clawing and biting at each other with fervor, and by the time you make it to his bedroom you’re already panting and moaning his name.

and when morning comes you’re still there in his arms, lying on top of him, feeling his heart drum against his ribcage as if it’s trying to find a way back to yours. he presses a kiss to your jawline and the side of your neck before rolling you over, pinning you underneath him. you still giggle and laugh the same way you used to and suna thinks that he never stopped loving you, not even a bit. it’s still there, unfurling in his chest, blooming into you. you sigh into his open mouth when his fingers find your sweet spot again, taking you apart like something holy once more, again and again, too afraid it will be the last time he gets to have you like this.

it’s already noon when he carries you over to the kitchen, putting you down on the counter while he roams the cabinets for something to eat. with osamu as his roommate he doesn’t have to search for long, but your attention is already elsewhere, pinned to the fridge door and the photos adorning it. we look a lot like we did back then, don’t we? suna huffs out a laugh but you’re not wrong; you, wearing his crinkled shirt and nothing else, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of your mouth, and his face covered in your lipstick marks–even the shade is identical.

he grabs his phone and leans into you, your arms coming to wrap around his neck and your cheek squished against his as you laugh without a single worry in the world. the camera shutter clicks. the past repeats itself in the tiny kitchen and the love is still there, never left, just orbited around the sun to grow tenfold in size. suna will forever love you, his lips brushing against your knuckles and the inside of your wrist before he finds your mouth again, the unspoken promise pushed between your parted lips, the silent plea on the tip of his tongue. 

love me back. love me like you used to. love me as if it never hurt. love me, love me, love me.

[humming-fly]

I only just now realized what a shame it is we never got to see Al and Greedling really interacting

[magicpiano]

Bruce Wayne had a child that was somehow kidnapped right out of the hospital just hours after being born. He of them ever stopped looking despite how cold the trail had grown.

Years later there is some rouge attack and a civilian child was injured and taken to the hospital. Bruce does a DNA test on the blood found at the scene and concludes that the child is actually his long lost kid.

Dani was planning to sneak out of the hospital the moment the doctors stopped looking at her. Then Bruce Wayne of all people comes in and claims that she is his long lost child. She knows that this is very impossible because she is a clone, but Bruce won't listen to her and she really doesn't want to explain the clone thing to a "normal" stranger.

This does brings up a lot of questions about how Danny ended up living with the Fentons though.