#but I'm PROUD of this mess!

[snoopysnose]

Myrtle is not enjoying this

SUPERSTORE

2x16 - Wellnes Fair

[gatoplaga]

"But beyond all my pain, there was you"

Narilamb designs: @runningwithscizzorz

here's an alt version of Narinder without the veil!! :D

[art-of-wackylurker]

SO! @codyday2224 am I right

Marshall Commander Cody of the 212th battalion, patron saint of sunrise and lost lightsabers

Markers on paper, halo done with a metallic marker

[scarapanna]

I'm a serious artist I will not be unserious, I'm a serious artist I will not be unserious, I'm a seri--

[Original colt classic undercut]

[tyrramint]

Happy Lockwood & Co. Big Bang!!! :D I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating with @The_Dreamer_Half_Alive (on Ao3 :) on her fic for the @lockwoodandcobigbang2023 event; set post TEG, it’s truly so lovely and heartwarming, and I had so much fun doing a piece for it! We very much hope you enjoy :)

Link to the fic!!!! (the horror of the night melt away) under the warm glow of survival of the day

(Closeups below the cut :D) (because I ended up making it too wide to be easily seen in full lol) (plus ~artistic commentary~)

(SPOILERS FOR FIC CONTENT)

Okay, so I tried to put a bunch of little easter eggs from the fic and just in general in here, so if you’re interested:

Alright, to start off, I was generally very inspired by them getting a record player; I thought it was very sweet, and I loved the idea of them finally getting to relax and hang out in the library (the lack of chairs, I know; I couldn’t figure out how to put them in without blocking people lol) and locklyle dancing, with the record player on in the background, so that’s what I took as the basis of the scene!!

We had discussed that the characters were kind of a combo of both show and book versions, so I tried to add a smattering and hints of both when doing their designs!

The record is, of course, an Ella Fitzgerald record as mentioned in the fic (the record drawn is her Souvenir Album)

Holly is wearing her engagement ring, and wearing shades of pink and cream because that’s what she wears at her wedding (although shifted in hue to better match the color scheme of the piece lol)

Everyone (minus Flo) of course has their white strands of hair (which is *always* one of my favorite details to draw)

Lucy and George bake in the fic, but I think I had just read the Christmas mini story when I was doing my thumbnail for this, so Kipps ended up being the one bringing in baked goods; however, the baking mitts are orange and monogrammed with George's initials because I couldn't let that slip by, could I?

I wasn't quite sure what to put Flo in, because in the books she never takes off her boots or puffer jacket, but I wanted to throw in some sign that she was living at 35 Portland Row and becoming closer to all of them, (and her close relationship with George,) so I let her keep the boots, but traded the puffer jacket in for one of George's plaid shirts :)

The chess game also made it in because of the Christmas short story, lol

Lucy's blue star jacket!! When I read the fic, I was planning from the start to have her wearing the jacket, so of course it made it in :) I wasn't really sure what style it should be, though, so I ended up with kind of an odd mishmash of designs, but I think it turned out working alright!

The sapphire necklace, because, of course

I adore that Lockwood wears his pink socks throughout the entire show (well, most of the time they're the pink ones ;) so I wanted to include them (and then gave Lucy blue ones to match :)

The chipped blue mugs that Lockwood brings to Lucy for her tea after she wakes up from nightmares are on the bookshelf, and I couldn't find a way to directly include the Earl Grey tea they have, but I made the tea bag tags grey in honor of it

The green glow is the ghost lamp outside because if I can find a way to incorporate cool glows in my art, I will (and also on a more narrative-driven note, symbolizing the past danger they've been through and how some of it is definitely still present, but they have each other to heal with and finally be able to have some simple fun with, and are now curled up in the safety and comfort of 35 Portland Row :)

And finally, a big theme of the fic is them healing and building a happy life together, so I just wanted them to all be happy for once, and hence I put in my best efforts to draw them as such :)

[thii-nii]

I see one solution. It's - it should be - easy.

Let me go. And I'll let you.

Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose The Time War.

[ahraraa92]

a comic about sherliam and kisses (featuring their no. 1 shipper aka billy). read from right to left!

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin: Have you ever seen a professional musician in the studio? 😂 “THANK YOU CLEVELAND!!!”

[pinkjellystarz]

amy doodle!!

Made this like a week ago but forgot to post it

I also wanted to draw the rest of the body but I was scared I'll mess up

[somebluemelodies]

@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY FIVE: weed fic | mermaids spiderbit mermaid au's are so personal to me i'm actually obsessed with them

There's a storm above the water when Cellbit surfaces. It's wreaking havoc on the surface, tall waves pushing him up and down and rocking him back and forth, making it hard to survey his surroundings.

It worries him. It's not the first storm he's ever seen, and he knows it won't be the last, but that's not it. The familiar ship is gone from the dock, and that's what worries him.

Because it means he's out there somewhere, in the midst of this chaos.

He shouldn't care about humans, he knows that. And he doesn't! For the most part. Only one, really.

(Roier. He likes the way the name sounds. It's perfect, just like its owner.)

And he really, really cares about that one. So much so that he feels fuzzy and warm at the mere thought of him. So much so that he could spend his whole life just listening to him talk about what makes him happy. So much so that the time between their meetings makes his heart ache with longing.

(He's in love. But he'd never admit that aloud. It's not like they can be together. Not unless...

He wouldn't do that to his human. His human friend. Friend.)

To try and quell the worrying quickly brewing in his chest, he takes off away from the land, deeper into the ocean. The downpour makes it hard to see ahead, the booming of thunder makes it hard to focus, but he persists. He has a mission.

Roaring oranges and yellows in the distance create a beacon against the gray, drawing him forward. The closer he gets, he starts to hear shouting over the rainfall. The crackling of flickering flames.

There's two ships, but only one is burning. He sees people fighting. Pirates and masked figures in all white. He sees people running.

He sees him.

His beloved human is a fighter it seems, battling two of the strange figures. And he's quite the fighter, making the whole thing look admirably easy as his weapon - a cutlass, Roier said it was - disarms one of the figures, knocking its body to the floorboards.

Life has always been eerily good at changing in the blink of an eye, though. And it happens in a flash.

Lightning ignites the sky, a deafening clap of thunder following. The ship rocks a little too hard, throwing Roier off his balance as he's nearly thrown overboard.

And then the second figure, that hellish, disgusting, wretched thing, strikes. Cellbit can't see it, but he can see his human's face, the way it contorts in pain, and he knows.

And he's mortified.

(Not his human. Not Roier. Not his Roier.)

The monster draws its weapon back, and it's stained, dripping red. And like the heartless thing it must be, it and its recovered ally send him toppling overboard, into the stormy sea.

Cellbit feels like he's been shocked, shooting back under the water and zipping forward, searching.

He finds Roier, bleeding crimson into the sea from a spot that looks way too close to his heart as he sinks down, down, down, pulled deeper and deeper by the waves.

He grabs Roier, who seems momentarily stunned to see him. There's a hand on his face, then, and Cellbit trills, nearly melting into the touch, but then Roier's eyes flutter shut and he immediately remembers he's running against the clock.

They're too far from land now. Cellbit could only keep him above the surface for so long. Only one option saves him from an untimely fate.

He pulls Roier deeper, away from the chaos near the surface, and towards the seafloor. And, cradling his face in both webbed hands, kisses him, praying to a god he doesn't quite believe in that it isn't too late for his magic to run its course.

(Maybe it's selfish. But he doesn't care. If it means keeping him breathing, keeping him alive, he'd choose this a million times over.)

He feels energy. Powerful, almost overwhelming energy. Then, white envelops them.

When the white finally begins to dissipate, only then does he pull away, only just enough. Cellbit sees shimmering deep reds and blues in his peripheral, no more bleeding, too, but he focuses on Roier's face.

He sees newfound gills flare, and then Roier gasps sharply, eyes shooting open. He's off-balance, kicking a tail instead of legs, and he realizes it quickly, eyes widening. "What the fuck?!"

Cellbit steadies him, hands on his waist, and only then does Roier seem to fully notice he's there. "What did you do..?"

"It was the only way to keep you alive," Cellbit answers, and God, does finally being able to speak to him ignites something in his heart. "I didn't want you to die. I couldn't let you die."

Roier seems to have the same thought process as him, as instead of further questioning his new state first, an awed smile starts to cross his face. "You can talk to me."

"Well, you're like me now."

"Shit, man, how did you do that?"

Cellbit flushes. "I... I believe you call it a kiss?"

He goes to pull after a few moments, sheepish as Roier processes, but then Roier's arms are around his neck, and he blushes deeper. "Is that so?"

Cellbit nods slowly, and then their eyes lock. Roier moves an arm from around his neck, hand once again cupping his face with a gentleness that makes him feel weak all over. His voice is soft, and Cellbit wonders if his heart is about to beat out of his chest. "Can I return the favor?"

Cellbit's eyes widen, flickering down to Roier's lips. "You can..."

(Since when were his feelings reciprocated?)

(Since when was this possible?)

The latter hums, smiling. "Perfect."

He tilts Cellbit's face up, and they both let their eyes close, closing the gap between them.

The kiss is soft, almost tentative, but there's no trace of franticness to be found anymore. No panic, no fear, no worry.

Euphoria floods their veins, and the chaos is forgotten.

(...who was Cellbit to question this?)

There's a lot to figure out. But they'll do it. They'll make it work like they have thus far.

Together.

[thefrogdalorian]

Hi friends!

I've been a bit quiet on here recently because I've been having A Week and my driving test is now ✨t o m o r r o w✨ and I am FREAKING out about it asdhgdjh. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold too, but hopefully I can pass!! 🥺

I enjoyed the finale of TBB but I was far too stressed to really Perceive much of it so I think I definitely need a rewatch this weekend when my head is back down here on Earth again. 

Any good vibes for tomorrow would be appreciated! I hope when it comes to my manoeuvres I can reach past all the Din Djarin brainrot up there in my big ol' head, keep calm and remember what I've been taught. I feel like I can pass, just hope my nerves don't get the better of me!

I hope normal service will be resumed very soon and I'll be back to filling up your dashboards with ramblings about The Tin Can Man.

Hope you're all having a nice week! 

Love, Spud 🐸🩷

[offshore-brinicle]

Also suddenly remembered I had these in my iPad.....MadoMagi AU I'll go back to u eventually

[bluu3berry]

IM SOBIN

this is SO GOODDDD AHH!! SU PROUD OF ITTTTT

Plspls don't repost my art without creds or perms!!

(Kewl peeps I want to see my art!!)

@thelunarsystemwrites @ruelin024 @anon-coke

@spookuzm @borisboring @skellavelva

[rowandriftwood]

I found this letter penned by my great-great-grandmother printed in an atheist-feminist-leftist magazine.

Dear Higher Science: It seems that man made Jehovah to endorse the capture system of monopoly and rent extortion, then made Jesus to atone for the theft forced upon the starving slaves that Jehovah ordered bred for exploitation by his “chosen"; and then woman, breeder of the slaves, unpaid -- unappreciated -- but “cursed” by Jehovah, will mix poison cups for Higher Science, because it would pull the ragamuffin Gods to pieces and show up the system which depends on fear of them alone for its continuance. Five hundred dollars per minute to pay preachers to preach the nation’s slaves into good natured acceptance of their slavery! Woman stands at the inquisition wheel (worship of personal Gods), and keeps it running without even asking for wages. She grinds out monopoly to crush her boys into prison, her girls into prostitution; then pays the parson for asking idols to “forgive” the crimes the system forces upon them. What a piece of art (-ifice) the Pentateuch is! How skillfully the web for women is woven. Will woman never wake up? Will the cry of the babes in the streets, in the mills, in the madhouses, wake her?  -- Annie Howard Van Horn Hathaway, Montana, September 10, 1906

[artinandwritin]

I forgot to post this haha (that's what being too busy with animation brings you oops) but anyway!! Older gussiri designs bc I think they deserved that (they did have designs in my mind but I had never made a reference for them haha)

Plus some notes on what they're up to at that age! They're so silly <333

[edwardbabygirlteach]

Rhys Darby - Rhys Darby hears Desert Sparrow preforming “You Don’t Mess Around With Jim”

Video link below the cut.