#artery art

[arterialbloom]

holly munro: the romantic rival that did not in fact want to be a rival and also didn’t like the love interest in the first place

not to mention, an absolute queen <3

[godbirdart]

SPICE UP THOSE PUMPKINS AUTUMN IS UPON US 🎃🍂

[satanasvincit]

Ashley Blanton

[linaxart]

We'll cry later or cry now

so much (for) stardust collages 7/?

[silverleaf7265]

[ardentinwoe]

Send me an Angel (Commission for a friend <3)

[bengallemon]

BLOOD WARNING

(probably click for better quality)

(kofi in bio)

part 2 of feral criminal siffrin! All the blood in this piece is oxygenated because of their scarlet colour btw :)

some ideas for the au is. aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.... murder..... incredibly graphic acts of violence.... kissing boys..........

I'll be back with silly sketches. And writing.

[copepods]

when the generation loses idk i didn’t watch it

[id: a picture of genloss!ranboo, dead with their head in the crushing box. blood is seeping out of the bottom seam of the box. the panel behind them is glowing brightly. end id]

[ukk0]

Some Murkys I didd while testing new brushes

[sualne]

see you in october

[arterialbloom]

jean tannen and locke lamora: evidence that the best duo dynamic is in fact big murder guy + tiny scheming guy

[kinixuki]

Thinking about training uniforms and spaces for these guys

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇

   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Illustration of the common carotid artery taken from A System of the Anatomy of the Human Body (c.1814) by Andrew Fyfe

[heatsu]

not really creative concept art I may or may not do in the future

the quality is just not here lol

[artisticarteriesart]

Looks like it'll be a cold winter.

BigB's new skin reminded me of a DC comics super suit so