#kinda. technically

[phillycheesesteakcore]

look at my big ass forehead. good god. i got that shit on though

[bread--quest]

[ID: The first image is two notebook pages with pencil doodles in them. The pencil doodles have been traced over digitally in places, erased in other places, and the handwritten text has been replaced with typed text in places. The doodles are all simplistic and entirely lineart, in a variety of colors. The second image is entirely digital doodles, with one photo of a drawing from the actual notebook. They are broken up into "days". The main person in the drawings is Sonder, who is a person with short curly hair and large round glasses. Details of the drawing are under the cut. End ID.]

ogh god these are So Big. click for quality please i am begging.

anyway i went to a very fun young writers camp last week and i did a fun little doodle diary thing!! and then i digitized it...weirdly. its my first time doing art journaling be nice to me

detailed id/transcript under cut because this is Beeg

Day 1: A pencil drawing of a girl with long, dark hair and dark eyes, labeled "little cousin :( wish we'd had longer to talk!" / A person with long curly hair floats behind Sonder and says with a solemn expression "They wouldn't have to worry about flooding if they were on a big hill." Sonder, reaching for a doorknob, says "yea". The person adds "Big hill wins everytime." / Sonder, with a slightly manically delighted expression, says "omg you hate us back??" Another person, with short, swoopy hair, says with a look of confusion and distaste "yeah you cheat at sports".

Day 2: A small drawing of a nondescript figure with a neutral expression, with lines all around them indicating a shaking feeling. Text scattered around it says "one of those days where i feel like - if i stop too long to think - it won't be good" / A brown line curling over itself, labeled "only benefit of the heat: my curls are curlier" / A colored drawing of garlic bread, captioned "everyone eats too fast, so i eat alone (except for the counselors). at least the garlic bread is good"/ Someone's hand over their mouth, surrounded by dark scribbles and the text "ah. there it is". it is captioned "Air Quality Alert. Breathe easy! You're in Maine."

Day 3: A colored drawing of a Dunkin Donuts cup, captioned "truly everyone here runs on dunkin" / a rough sketch of four people sitting around a table, smiling and gesturing to each other, captioned "at lunch we all discovered we had to play recorder in school" / a drawing of Sonder with a tearful expression and an arrow pointing at xem reading "overcome by sudden emotion of desert bluffs" / a drawing of a round purple candy in a clear wrapper, with text around it reading "jawbreaker - sign of love - 4 candies - 1 for each of us!" / a drawing of the same 4 people from before, walking, one of them carrying an umbrella, all smiling, captioned "walking back!"

Day 4: "Movie Night!" written up at the top in all caps. / Sonder looking at the poster for the movie No Hard Feelings and saying "We should kill summer people", while "this is a romcom" flies over her head. / A small sketch of an alpaca captioned "saw the most beautiful advertisement. alpacaland..." / A small sketch of a bird captioned "on the way back we saw a quail! or a partridge?? or something." / A drawing of Sonder looking happy with a little heart next to them and the text "some people in the row ahead of us told me to shut up during the movie and afterwards everyone was very righteously pissed off on my behalf". / A drawing of Sonder standing by a road. "Then I told a car to fuck off". "Fuck off" is in all caps and in a speech bubble, indicating that Sonder is yelling it. The car speeding by on the road is labeled "assholes". / "Also got into maybe the funniest internet fight yet". A drawing of a person with long hair labeled "friend from SI" saying "we have many islands and by many i mean like 5", and Sonder, in response, putting sunglasses on as xe points at a snippet from Wikipedia saying that Maine has 3166 coastal islands and says "fuck with me".

Day 5: A pencil drawing of a roasted marshmallow. / A small comic consisting of headshots. Sonder, looking off to one side, says "holy shit that guy is wearing a beanie in like 80 degree weather." Dany, a headmate of Sonder, who has a short asymmetrical haircut, multiple eyes, and is wearing a beanie, pops up next to her and says "i wear a beanie all the time and you're never impressed", his eyes all very large and shiny with sadness. Sonder, looking unimpressed, says "you're not corporeal you don't have to deal with Heat". They both then look over as Mud, another headmate, who has short, spiky hair, pops up and says in all caps "80 degrees literally isn't even that hot y'all are just cowards." Dany and Sonder, faces overlapping slightly and text doubling to show that they're in unison, both angrily shout "Shut the fuck up", and Dany adds "California!" Mud sticks out its tongue and flips them off.

Day 6: A picture of Sonder holding a fork in front of a plate, with their eyes gone wiggly and a distressed expression, captioned "on my first day here i ate fake maple syrup by accident". Next to it is a picture of Sonder smiling widely as xe pours something onto a plate, captioned "i have not made the same mistake twice". / Sonder high-fiving another person, both with expressions of frustration and exhaustion, both saying "go jews". / Sonder and another person, captioned "*watching spiderverse*". Sonder says "new york is so pretty in this movie :)", and the other person says "ehhh its really dirty in real life though". It then shows a closeup of Sonder looking upset, a series of question marks and exclamation points by his head. It then shows Summer, a catgirl headmate with curly hair, popping up next to Sonder to say "the dirt literally adds to the raw sex appeal smh". Sonder flatly replies "i am not saying that". / A drawing (in pencil, taken directly from the notebook), of Sonder lying with one hand behind their head and the other holding their phone, wearing headphones and looking sad. Text next to them reads "...shit." There is dark shading around them. Text digitally added shows an arrow pointing to them labeled "listening to noah kahan and Experiencing". / A comic featuring Sonder, a person with short straight hair drawn in teal, and a person with long wavy hair drawn in light yellow. Teal: "you know how there'll be tires just kind of lying around?" Yellow: "no??? what??" Teal: "damn, we got a city slicker here" Sonder: "ha!" Yellow (now looking mildly embarassed): "i go to school in the back of a gas station..." Teal (facing Sonder): "her town has 60,000 people!" Sonder: "60,000!" Teal: "that's more than portland!" Sonder: "that's more than portland!?"

Day 7: Sonder with zer eyes closed, smiling. A road runs by over their head, with blurred silhouettes of cars and trucks on it. Text reads "i can hear traffic from the road right outside my window. its oddly peaceful". / Sonder asks "hey what's for breakfast today?" and another person replies "uhhh it's grab and go so we just got dunkin". Sonder, now angered, says "No. You know what? You've gotta draw the line somewhere. You've gotta make a line in the sand. You gotta make a statement. You gotta look inside yourself and say 'What am I willing to eat today?' Not! Fucking! Dunkin!" The last three words are allcaps and handwritten in red. A very small doodle Sonder then types "googles cafe open nearby" into their phone. / Dany, the headmate from before, saying "sonder i am so proud of you. my beautiful hipster child" as Sonder says "dunkin is mainstream". / A drawing of Sonder holding a muffin in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, smiling happily. It is captioned with "anyway i went to a cafe and got a blueberry muffin and it was really good, support local businesses", with "really good" onwards in allcaps. / Sonder happily eating a muffin while Dany and Mnemosyne, a different headmate with hair in a bob, watch. Dany has his hands over his mouth and looks overjoyed, and is saying "look at my progeny…all grown up…finding a local cafe...judging their music taste..." Mnemosyne, with a somewhat amused expression, says "Eating a muffin with its fingers like some sort of ravenous beast..." Dany says "that too".

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[mrmrsman]

I'd love to see a dpxdc story where the Justice League knows about Amity Park and the Ghosts the whole time, and does think the ghosts are rogues to be addressed. Doesn't agree with the GIW, maybe doesn't even know about them? THE IMPORTANT PART.

The Red Huntress is the only active vigilante in Amity Park, according to the JL. Phantom is marked as one of her rogues. Maybe the Fentons even are marked as rogues from all the property damages and random shooting/sliming of citizens. Valarie is the only person successfully taking care of the ghosts, masking and suiting up in the classic vigilante way the whole time.

[bixels]

As they say in the industry, you either know fashion or you don't. And Miss Rarity certainly knows it!

[spookberry]

Idiot to Idiot communication

[spiderziege]

elven castle

[lampochkaart]

There's nobody here.

I chose these words specifically because they can be interpreted in several different ways

There's no body here. Because there was no body left.

There's nobody here. As Kaito's possible denial of Kokich's death. There's nobody in the press. There's definitely nobody in the press.

There's nobody here. As a realisaton that Kaito is completely alone in this cold silent hangar.

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[wawataka]

they fucking did it again they baby-fied mob bones give me the middle schooler id be terrified to run into at the store back

[oddthesungod]

we are so close to their reunion i can taste it!!!!!!!

[fence-time]

The meadowlark but. Zits :3

[time-woods]

more of these dorks

[technicallyneon]

hello dunmeshi tumblr. is this anything? i don’t know but here it is anyway

[foolscapper]

Cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps While spitting out the blood and screaming Someone save us!