#giving this a week

[drachenfalter]

Choose your pint-sized Antagonist!

Who cares about Belos. He's just some "upstart on the carcass-kingdom", after all. No, today we have to identify the real threat

Tibblet-Tibblie Grimmhammer III, also known as Tibbles, of the infamous Grimmhammer family! He still has a feud with the Hextrio, and we can only speculate what he has been up to since the Day of Unity.

Kikimora, the Emperor's Right Hand. Hailing from Palm Stings, this little demon is used to fight above her weight and has so far survived everything the Isles could throw at her. She was last seen trying to build her own Empire and fighting teenagers.

Bill. Yes, that's his full name. Unassuming in size and appearance, this Titan Trapper has Belos beat when it comes to life-experience. While he was last seen on the other side of the planet, he might know a thing or two about Titans and Collectors and should not be underestimated.

So, who is secretly the biggest threat? Who will rule the Isles? Who will the GOAT.

[benisasoftboi]

Best thing about Doctor Who, and I mean this so genuinely, is the way it goes from ‘haunting Celtic folk mystery about death and penitence’ to ‘what if your group chat banter was so dire that your phone developed sentience and tried to kill you’

[hansoeii]

crowley

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[bigturtl]

i love lawyer game

[fallen-jpg]

why did no one tell me that today is batman day

[doodleswithangie]

Merry Moonar Yulenear!

[Image Description: Fanart of the Bad Kids from Dimension 20's "Fantasy High: Junior Year" episode 11, exchanging gifts for Yulenear. Alt text provided and copied below the cut. End ID.]

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Image one: Adaine pats a pouting Fabian on the shoulder as he plays his pipes of the sewers to summon rats.

Image two: Fabian gives Adaine an ear worm that immediately burrows into her ear and dizzies her.

Image three: High above the ground, Kristen hangs off of her immovable rod as Fig cheers her on from below.

Image four: Riz hugs Kristen and admires his Riddler-styled bracers of defense.

Image five: Gorgug examines his potion of fire giant strength and asks, "Is this legal?" Riz replies, "No!"

Image six: Gorgug sheepishly watches as Fig uses her orangutan mask of beasts to ask the rats to show hole. Fabian shields his eyes.

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[ghosted-jazz]

I am not immune to this car salesman fairy and his traumaised iPad kid

[sabertoothwalrus]

The aging difference for chilshi is of course heart wrenching. But ignoring that, do u think there are halffoots who see chilchuck, more graying and crows feet, walking with appears to be a hot young stud. Thinking ' huh 👀 👀 didnt know chuck was into younger guys '

I went scrambling through discord cause I KNEW I had drawn something related to this before

[beybuniki]

Pro Hero!Bakugo trying to socialize with IT!Deku but it somehow doesn't go as planned because ofc it wouldn't fuck his baka lifeeee (for @habken 's scammers to lovers au! )

[lazylittledragon]

you know when you hesitate to commit another crime and the camera cuts back and he’s just there with the wettest eyes

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Actually, the bars aren't so bad anymore.

Think you can fix him? Read about his care instructions over at Tiger Tiger)

[kugisakiss]

pulled this out of my wips to celebrate me finally reading the last chapter

original↓

[casuallyhollering]

not watcher fans organizing a way to gift a bunch of subscriptions to their new streaming platform to fans who can't/won't pay for it.......full fucking offense, can y'all go buy an esim for someone in Gaza

[filibusterfrog]

my pet satellite