#more color variety

[starrysharks]

poids

comparison with the original from last year:

[windydrawallday]

I enjoy sharing with @cometchasinglove headcanons about how Earthspark Starscream tends to be a flustered mess... but keeps most of these reactions to himself.

Except if taken by surprise... breaking his no-touchy personal barrier is the easiest way to achieve that.

[wildpiercy-art]

[clamoridoll]

personally i didn't mind the original "childish" g3 outfits; it made them look more like 15 year olds, y'know?

[anglerflsh]

Did some very surface-level digging for collector design reasons and reworked the colors of the prince a bit + the image on its own for clarity

[psalmsofpsychosis]

not gonna lie homos and homies, there's something incredibly, incredibly depressing about Batmanverse and the concept of Batjokes in particular, and it's not the murder murder stab stab death plots.

It's the collective unmentioned canon agreement around these characters never being able to escape the confinements of their narrative.

they get pushed to the very edges of their predefined thresholds, they toe the lines of their stories, they poke it and probe it and sometimes even flirt with the possibility of crossing the bounds of their narratives, but they never break throught the structure. they never go over the line, always sorta of wiggling in place; batjokes in particular is the most enticing and intriguing stagnant 85+ years story i have ever seen.

There are unspoken rules around who Batman is, what he will and will not do, and those rules are rarely questioned, if ever. No matter what he does, he cannot be in love with a man, and he cannot ever love Joker in particular. He cannot experience mental and emotional peace. he cannot kill and he cannot show sincere emotional vulnurability, he cannot experience his love in an open and unashamed way. His narrative thresholds confine him to a socially sanctioned image that is meant to be familiar and tangible to the average straight dude, and it's quite frankly exhausting to witness. Whatever happens to Batman's story, he never arrives at physical emotional or mental peace and on a foundational level his tale never changes, not really. You can almost feel it when he constantly bumps into this unspoken narrative rules and stops in his tracks, each and every goddamn time, for 85+ years. It's like a keyed up nutcracker toy soldier bumping into a wall, stumble back two steps, bump into the walls, stumble back two steps, bumpt into the wall,

As someone who loves stories that love to question their own narrative points and break through them and do something different, staring at Batmanverse comics for too long at a time lowkey feels heartbreaking, nothing ever truly changes in this bitch.

[nyaruelle-art]

Simon Peepaw, my beloved!!! 🥹

(aka me testing out drawing stuff on Krita, I'm still getting used to it, ultimately aiming to switch over from Medibang 🥲)

[figureskatingpenguin]

Cha Junhwan (KOR): Masquerade Waltz | 4CC 2024

happy he was able to make a comeback! congrats on bronze, junhwannie! 👏🏻

[wouldntyoulichentoknow]

(puts on a hat so I can tip it respectfully)

[steddiejudas]

STWG Daily Drabble 2/11/2024

Prompt: Date Night

Eddie opens his eyes, straining against the too-bright lights of his hospital room. He’s been drifting for god knows how long, flitting in and out of consciousness after waking up here in perhaps the biggest shock of his life. He really thought he was a goner, thought they all were. The party, Dustin, Steve. Eddie stiffens. God, where is Steve?

“I’m here,” Eddie hears to his right. He can’t really move his head when he tries, but he doesn’t need to. There’s only one person who can read Eddie so clearly.

“Steve?”

“I’m here, Eds. Don’t worry, love, I'm not going anywhere.”

Eddie hums, reaching out a hand in search of his boyfriend’s. He feels it’s weight against his own like an anchor, keeping him from floating away on the tide of pain meds coursing through him.

Slowly, Eddie finds himself slipping back into his body, registers the room around him. There are flowers on the table to his left— a little planter of black and red pansies, his favorite. There’s a light offering of Wayne’s homemade chicken soup on the rolling table by his feet, tea candles with little pieces of orange paper in place of flames.

“Yeah, they uh, they wouldn’t let me actually light them, but leaving them unlit didn’t have the same effect.” Steve rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he explains.

“What is all this?” Eddie asks. He knows the answer, his chest feels lighter than it has in hours? days? (he really has no frame of reference for how long he’s been here) to see it all laid out in front of him. He still wants to hear it anyway.

“It’s Friday, baby. You had to know I wasn't going to let you miss date night.”

[moregraceful]

It feels like getting pulled underwater—the sharp sideways tug, the slight drag of resistance, then falling, falling, till the waves close over his head. But Logan can breathe when he rights himself again, even if the light has a watery filter to it and the voices have a distant echo. // Sometimes Logan gets a glimpse of guys who've been long gone from the teal, clustered at the far end of the bench or sitting in the box across the ice. He heard Jason's voice in the hallway loud and clear, that infectious laugh. And he could have sworn he saw Raffi fucking Torres getting out of a car in the players' lot. Something tells him not to look up the rosters.

Commissioned @impmakesart to make a painting based on the Sharks' Cali Fin hype reel + the flip side by frausorge. Imp was amazing to work with and I could not be more emotional about this piece and so, so pleased with how it turned out!! 🙇🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️ Commission him here. Thank you Imp!

[astral-schools]

proper ref now that orion finally has a permanent fit :] some fun facts below the cut

he's ambidexterous!

while Millie is the pet he brings to fights and such, he also has a whole collection of pet octopuses who stay at home

no seriously there's zero relation to grandmother raven, his wings were a gift from artemis. he needs to spend time around stars to be able to fly-- if he spends too long indoors/underground or in a world with permanent cloud cover they're basically useless

his freckles glow :]

sometimes he does artemis's job when she's busy with beastmoon, and uses his brush to paint the night sky

in terms of biological age, he's the oldest of my wizards! technically not immortal but he does age MUCH slower than the average human.

he keeps his hood/mask down most of the time, only putting it up when he's going to be flying for a long time. it gets cold up there!

[tranakin-skywalker]

Togrutakin? Togrutakin.

I think he deserves big forward facing bull horns. As a treat.

[hyperbees]

Some more colorful Voidpets, Puddle, Sniffles, and Dire! This time from Voidpet Garden. I love these funky beafts

[reestallized]

saw your pinned, take your pick if you like!

rei - autumn / cheren - night by the fireplace / hilbert - mmm carrots / silver - descent into madness

I chose the first one because I can't resist drawing my guy of all time

[pansy-out-of-the-wardrobe]

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