#practical al

[meru90]

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[terristre]

"practice"

[spacebubblehomebase]

(3/6) "R is for Redemption." 💚

Damian Al Ghul Wayne is the fifth Robin. He was a child who grew up with conflicting ideals. Yet ever since he put his new title into action, he realized that much of what he was raised to be was wrong. Hoping for repentance, he chose to find his own path and show everyone that his past doesn't completely define him. To prove to the world that people could change. Robin gifted him with a better purpose, gave him another chance, and so he now patrol the streets as a Guardian of Gotham to give unto others what Robin gave to him. -Bubbly💙

[gotham-snark]

"Happy 9th birthday, beloved"

[nalidyne]

Bunnysuit cowboys for Easter? Yes.

(close ups under the cut)

[marimo-art]

This is a scene I had wanted to draw since I first listened to it back in...what, 2018? During my first listen of RQG. I've started a relisten of it and now that I'm no longer commuting long hours to and from work I can actually sit down and draw when I'm inspired to do so. So here we have a scene from Episode 44: Rock Bottom

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The torch light sweeps across the cliff face…and for one horrifying moment, it is outlined in front of you. You are about a foot away from it. It is the most hideous amalgamation of limbs. There are tentacles with eyes, there are legs on the end of tentacles, there are barbs everywhere. There is no part of its misshapen torso that doesn't have a limb coming out of it, apart from a circular mouth, and that mouth and teeth within teeth within teeth. And it is…it has a long snaking tongue that is basically powering out towards you. It gives that raw roar.

[fisheem4mmal]

LiliaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[goatsghost]

an update on how i draw the wayne kids + some headcanons <3

[yakeisoda]

ppl who will never leave my team

[mattelektras]

do you usually define women by the men they were once associated with?

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Hate at first sight - Alhaitham Requested by @isekyaaa

Contains suggestive lines for the sake of a joke

“Tighnari, You know anyone who could translate this?” She brought over the book to him. It was an old book she found while cleaning up her grandpa’s house. A book in a foreign language that her grandpa had forgotten over the years leaving its contents unknown to his family. “It’s supposed to be an heirloom.”

Tighnari looked over the book she had handed to him. A language that was unrecognizable to him but recognizable in that he had seen one of his friends reading a book in what looked to be a similar language. “I know a guy. If you're free tonight you might have a chance to get it translated or at least be pointed in the right direction.”

“Why tonight?"

“Cyno made a new deck again. Your translator should be there.”

“I forgot you have game nights with the General Mahamatra. I shouldn't take up too much of your time. Well as long as this translater of yours is good at their job.”

“He is. Just know he can be a little blunt. Though little may be an understatement. And with Kaveh there, don't be surprised if you see some sort of argument.”

“You're friends must be a lively bunch. Wait Kaveh is the one with blonde hair right? He was the one who was here two weeks ago?” She asked making sure her memory was correct.

“He was. Why?”

“He gave me advice on what rug I should pick. He didn't even see where it would go and gave me perfect advice. I really would like to thank him. My living room actually feels like a separate room even though it's an open floor plan.”

“I'm sure he'll appreciate it.”

-

It was nice to say hello to Cyno even though she didn’t know that super well. Most of her knowledge came from Tighnari mentioning him. But that and the fact she didn’t talk to him much meant that she really didn’t know him. It was entertaining to hear a few of his jokes though. The juxtaposition of the wordplay with how stoic his delivery was may have been the only reason she enjoyed them though.

While Kaveh acted as if he had known her for their entire lives. He was warm and welcoming. But also the moment she thanked him it was like he became a second sun in the room. He was extremely giving, offering to give her home interior design advice any time. It was evident in his face and how he spoke how much he appreciated the thanks even if it was just over what shape of rug to get.

It was enjoyable to be around all three of them. Though as nice as their company was it wasn't the reason she Had followed Tighnari along to his game night With his friends at the tavern. She still had a book in her bag that needed to be translated and there was no translator in sight.

“Tighinari, are you sure your translator is supposed to be here?”

“I’m sure he’ll show.”

“Translator?” Kaveh asked before his smile evaporated away. “You’re here for Al Haitham?”

“That’s a first,” Cyno commented.

“Well, now my translator has a name. But yes.” She pulled the book out of her bag. “My grandpa said it’s a family heirloom but no one in my family can even read it. Tighnari said that he’d be able to translate it for me.”

“At a horrible cost though. You couldn't have just sent her in the direction of the Akademiya?” Kaveh asked, being quite dramatic about the situation.

“I'd rather have someone that Tighnari trusts than some I don't know who. The book is an heirloom after all.”

“It will be fine,” Tighnari reassured, he pointed at the door. “Even then, he’s here.”

Al Haitham made his way over to their table. He sat down at the table already looking annoyed at who knows what.

Tighnari was kinda enough to briefly explain the situation to him along with a basic introduction. Even though Al Haitham had agreed to translate he looked as if Y/N's simple request was asking too much. Maybe a frown was just permanently etched into his face.

Al Haitham held the book looking over the cover. “To count the ways.” He translated the cover before flipping through the pages. His eyes widen skimming through the contents. He looked over at Y/N who looked brimming with excitement to learn what was in the book. “This is just erotica.”

Cyno slowly placed the cards in his hands on the table now fully paying attention to what was unfolding in front of him. Kaveh choked on his wine only for Tighnari to pat his back as he coughed. 

Y/N’s face dropped. “It's a heirloom. It’s been in my family longer than my grandpa has been alive. It can’t be. You must be mistranslating it.” She reasoned.

“Your heirloom is in an old form of a Fontaine language. A language I’ve been reading since I was 17. Do you want me to translate it aloud for you?” His words were an insult and a challenge to her.

“If you know it so well then could you give me a real translation.”

Al Haitham rolled his eyes opening the book back up. “Her eyes widen at the sight of his toned chest. In a frantic haze of want she quickly moved to help remove his belt excited to see the sight of his-”

Y/N snatched the book from his hands. Her face was warm with embarrassment. “It was nice talking with you three but I have to go.” She politely excused herself from others before turning to face Al Haitham. “You could drown in a ditch for all I care.”

[illgiveyouahint]

Cengiz Al as The Prince in Tre nøtter til Askepott (2021)

[marggri]

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MONSTERS | S3.E8 | Shave and a Haircut, Two Bites 1990

[beaft]

honestly i think the fact that the new generation is smoking less has little to do with the success of anti-smoking campaigns and everything to do with how expensive cigarettes have become. then again my perspective might be skewed because i went to art school and back then every art student in london smoked like a fucking chimney