#so many tags help

[floatinghanmi]

if you've been here for a while you probably know about my annual batkids portraits redraw 🦇 i've been doing this since i started doing digital art (2020), so this is the 5th version already!!

i think it's so cool to see both my art and the vision i have of these characters changing and growing with time 🖤 here's the previous years:

[o-i-w-u]

The Sea of The Castout.

(click for quality <3)

[midnightcoffes]

oh yeah httyd books doodles be upon ye

first time drawing deadly shadow !! I want to change some things ngl

bonus the full page

[fearandhatred]

thank u so much to my beloveds @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @seven-stars-in-his-palm for tagging me, kissing u both for this omg <3 i'm doing two of each because i can

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

transitional heart taxidermy [5986 words, wip]

They fit so perfectly together, the both of them, always. Not side by side like pieces of a puzzle, no, but like molten lava over sand; one over the other, one mellowing the other, changing its chemistry into something different, stronger, useful. The kiss tastes of Aziraphale, of copper and saliva and something holy. It's a taste he'll come to get used to, bloodied and bruised, a taste he chases after as the angel pulls back.

and one from an unpublished chapter:

It's been a day, two, maybe three. His hands are stained with blood and phantom glass, reeking of alcohol and rot palpable enough to taste. Aziraphale doesn't come for him, and he feels relief but also a pain so deep it's paralysing. It's a revelation in itself.

blood in my eyes [1953 words]

This is the first time in years he has stepped foot back into this place. It's a spontaneous decision, driven by a mellow melancholy and a soft wistful night. Muriel isn't in, so the bookshop is dark, and the streetlights cast an eerie, lonely glow on the ancient hardbacks. The rearing statue that once held his glasses every other day is coated in a thin layer of dust; he leaves them on.

Crowley wipes away a tear from Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. It leaves a bright red streak. After, hours pass by before Aziraphale washes the blood from his face, imprinted in the vague shape of Crowley's hand. In those hours, when he sits in the quiet of a bookshop once again burned to ash, the blood stays there as a reminder, maybe, or as punishment.

sub-consequence [11567 words, wip] — six of crows

He wants to say everything he could possibly say to persuade Kaz to change his mind, because if he says everything in the world, strings together every word in every possible combination, there has to be at least one thing that would convince him to stay.

Sometimes Inej thinks Kaz cares about himself less than he cares about getting what he wants. It feels sometimes as if he's completely detached from himself, his own person becoming just another means to an end. People would scream at her that this isn't selflessness. It's ruthlessness, or psychopathy, or numbness. That's how the name Dirtyhands came about, after all. The willingness to do anything no matter the cost. To get his hands dirty with blood, be it others' or his own. But what is selflessness, really? A lack of selfishness, or a loss of self?

to sleep, perchance to dream [662 words] — the sandman

God, Calliope. His heart, face of cloud fields and white lily springs, a hope so blinding in contrast to his shadowed being that he had known from the start the hands of The Fates would pull them apart to opposite poles.

His lifetime of constraint allowed him to face the knowledge that any selfish will to see her in the wake of remembering all he had forsaken, all that had been ripped from him, would seal the vestibules to acceptance and he would beg with no dignity to stay by her side. And his heart burned, scorched unpleasantly at her parting words, just as the skin she touched and had once touched long after she was twice gone.

tagging those whose words i'd love to see (no pressure!!): @actual-changeling @sentientsky @irispurpurea @springofviolets @demonsandpieohmy

[duskgryphon-png]

26.4.24

the other finished blender piece i've made :]

other versions under the cut

once again before i figured out how to export with transparent backgrounds! i had to readjust cueball's hands like four times because his arm was on the wrong way ahah

[cherrysmooth-ie]

I know I'm down bad because the thought of giving a guy a blow job is just Ew to me. But giving ot8 a blow job???? fucking YES pass me around!!! Treat me like sucking dick is the only thing I'm good at!!! 😖

[mintfxrn-art]

drawing based on this post .. oc on the left belongs to @2dollargoodwillfrogplush

[avenoire]

obligatory Sonic reacts to Shadow laughing x2

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i thought i was at my lowest but holy shit it gets lower

[nintendont2502]

original reddit post

AusPATH post (guidelines on how/what to submit)

MSAC application (submissions close 14th February, 2025)

if you're trans and Australian, please make a submission - the more the better

[sloanslone]

My FINAL Artemis x Aeolus fa...(My EPIC designs-Y'all really made me do this...)

(you'll see Artemis's antlers if you get pumba off her head ig 😭, I just didn't wanna draw a dead dog or fox on her....)

[wickedcriminal]

THE OL' SWTCHEROO

[lucabyte]

there's a stranger who sleeps at the foot of your bed

[ceceru]

Costume partyyyyyyyy!

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[theoldkyokodied]

guess which game(s) I've been playing