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[thunderstrike64]

I don’t know why, but the timing of these two was hilarious to me specifically that I just. I felt like I needed to draw something out of it.

Just to get it outta my system.

So…yeah.

(Art: me)

(One Piece belongs to: Eiichiro Oda)

(Gravity Falls belongs to: Alex Hirsch and Disney)

[thefanartisthoho]

WHY TUMBLR CHAT DONT ACCEPT VIDEOS???

[selpuku]

Hi Selpuku! I was wondering if you would ever consider making a coloring tutorial? I really love how you do hair, especially Chigiri's and Michael's hair. <3

Hi anon! Thank you for your kind words, I don't do anything special for shading the hair but here's a breakdown on my layers, sort of.

✒️Byguma brush on CSP

This brush set is one of my favorite and I recommend getting them from the OP. If you're interested in trying one out, here's a drive link to download the one that I use the most.

Also I have a whole list of my favorite CSP brush on my website if you're interested in checking them out! https://selpuku.art/#brush

[likesdoodling]

So. This is a slightly misremembered scene from a lotr fic I read-

By that I mean I reckon I got the chaos but it's not word for word, I just thought it was hilarious. The fic is called 'What the Hell is Happening???' by Leader_In_Red.

Characters here are: Glorfindel, Legolas and Maglor, along with our pov character, Hazel.

Maedhros is also in this scene, but I forgot to draw him till a bit too late and I could not be bothered reworking everything after I'd already finished colouring. Just know that he is somewhere sword in hand with an 'I am disappointed in you Maglor' stare.

I would highly recommend this fic you're a lotr fan btw, (it's got a lot of stuff from the silmarillion, but most of the stuff is explained in the endnotes for those of us *cough -me- *cough who do not remember what actually happens in the silmarillion/couldn't be bothered reading it)

Premise is 'young lady out for a holiday finds elf in backyard- oh wait there's more-'

(I'm paraphrasing, but I feel like that's as good a description as any)

[sillyh0uette]

I was bored so have these

[nekohrine]

david tennant

[loraliewritesthings]

Nameless Danny au: The twin

Concept:

Danny phantom being damians twin and ghost king au.

It had been years since Damian walked the cold halls of the league. In that time threw acceptence from Dick he learned that no, his twin was not a waist of life. That he and his twin had been pitted against each other. That the hatred Damian had held for his twin wasn't healthy and neither was relishing in his death.

Bruce tried not to think about it, about a boy around damians build lying limp on the floor. Nothing made him feel better when he thought about it, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. But his mind was a steal trap, one that baby that was never even named could never escape from.

Talia was the one who threw soon to be danny in the pit. Not out of love (at least that's what she tried to tell herself) but to be rid of him. She thought of it a final chance. A final mission. If her son could find a family that would raise him, after being abandoned in the middle of a random city, then she would permit him to live.

Ras was glad to be rid of the other twin. Why waist resources on such a weak child. Honestly he knew what Talia had done and simply didn't care to correct her. The child was gone and he didn't have to worry about someone bringing him back out of spite. After all his daughter already did that.

And as years passed, and the dust settled the nameless boy seemed to slip threw the cracks into the world of memories.

That is until years later when the envelopes appeared.

An rsvp letter to a coronation. The ghost kings coronation. All in silver and gunmetal and ectoplasm green. But no reason to why the letter had been sent to it's recipients

Damian held it limply in his hands and for a brief moment it felt like home. He couldn't explain it, didn't understand it. In the end he assumed it was the pit stirring inside him calling him to this so called ghost king. He took the letter to his father.

Bruce, also having received a letter was running tests and doing the work to find out what exactly could protect him (and by proxy the world) from ghosts. Having talked to colleagues (who were both thrilled and nervous to hear that there was a new ghost king) he settled on blood blooms. So he and his son readied themselves for a fight may there need to be one. They checked the box and green surrounded them.

Talia didn't know what to think. Ras wanted her to check the box already, but she felt it could be a trap. Yet there was a part of her. A quiet voice inside telling her to do it. Check the box, sign the letter. In the end she gave in. The light surrounded her, a green brighter then the pit ever was.

Ras waited for Talia to check the box first. He wanted to know what would happen. If she would die. After all he could always throw her in the pit. When she didn't die but disappeared he decided, yes he would go to this...coronation. It would be a good time to make an ally after all. The light absorbed him and he disappeared.

Bruce, Damian, Talia and Ras stood in front of what had to be the ghost castle, decorated with garlands and other displays.

When the four made eye contact is when Bruce put two and two together. Whatever this was it had to do with either Damian or...

He didn't get to finish his thought. A girl rushed out of the castle doors holding the finger of a massive knight and pulling him along. The child looked remarkably like him and he wondered if this was the new ghost king.

She curtsied and began to speak until she got a closer look at those before her.

She paled and whispered

"Oh...Oh no. You're not supposed to be here."

But it was too late. The procession had begun and they were pushed in with the crowd.

The boy. He really was a boy and not some big frightening being stood at the throne.

Damian gasped.

Talia froze.

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

Ras backed away a bit.

They had all done their research on how powerful a ghost king was... and there was a boy exactly Damians age. Eyes a little greener, white hair, and barely paler in a dead way.

Each of them knew at once.

Danny look into the crowd. He recognized almost all of them. He had studied well for this after all. Cause even if he didn't exactly want to be king, a king was needed to keep the infinite relms in check.

It was Jazz standing beside him who pointed them out. The four people he didn't want there more then anything.

He had forgotten about them for a time, until the lab accident brang it all back. His bio family.

He knew it must have been a mistake.

He had told Jazz about them after some time. Sobbing in the middle of the night. Asking why neither set of parents loved him.

Jazz squeezed his hand. They'd get threw this.

And with that the ceremony commenced...

[occasional-lbp-stuff]

Just heard the news that the LBP3 server will be indefinitely offline, had a moment to cry, then drew this Spider-Sackboy to cope I guess.

I don’t really know what to write here. I’m just kinda winging it.

But even if I’m not playing this game that much anymore or I’m not as active on this blog, just know that I’m still thinking about this game and am still in love with this franchise and will keep the memories close to my heart for as long as I live and continue to hope and create.

As long as there’s creativity to be shared, in one form or another, I think I’ll be okay.

So…yeah.

(Art: me)

(LBP & SABA franchise belongs to: Media Molecule, Sumo Digital, and Sony Interactive Entertainment)

[panecitotulipan]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

HEAR ME OUT the DCA getting nervous/flustered>>>>>>>>

OKAY BUT PLEASE PLEASEEE LOOK AT THE HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE OR JUST THE SIZE DIFFERENCE IN GENERAL

Not my favorite drawing but still fun

Lil close up cuz who's gonna stop me?

[manako-no-yami]

superdude

au where harvey is a masked vigilante by night and mike is...mike. and constantly needs saving, it seems.

harvey's masked vigilante name is taken from the movie The Spirit (2008) that gabriel macht starred in. i have not seen this movie, and this is not meant to be a crossover/spirit au, i just borrowed the name.

-

"You just don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you?" Spirit says. But his voice sounds… fond. Mike is cradled in his arms, pressed flush against him, and he's looking directly into his eyes, which is why he sees it.

Without thinking, Mike reaches out to touch Spirit's face, his hand landing on his cheek, cupping the firm curve of his jaw, thumb brushing his lips, fingertip tracing the edge of the mask.

"…I know you," he says.

"Not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty well-known around these parts, so I'd hope you would," Spirit chuckles.

"No, I…" Mike's heartbeat flutters in his ears, taking flight. "Your eyes. They crinkle a little, at the corners, right here." He places his finger there, and Spirit blinks, eyelashes brushing up against Mike's skin. "It's exactly the same as when we're in the office. You always do that when…"

When you're looking at me.

Mike swallows, mouth suddenly dry. "Harvey," he whispers. "Harvey, it's you, isn't it?"

[pekopekokuma]

Thingamabob/Thingy in colored pencils this time :3c

[pwishyaoi]

Will draw more later perchance

Erm mostly doodles.. thats fine tho probably

[anxious-alyssia]

@neo-kid-funk

I made this thingy, with a bunch of your art

idk why- I just love them all sm qwq

could you draw the 7? (+ Nico and Reyna, I really want to see how she'd look in your art style!)

[otrebot]

Pinchable cheeks

[featherlouise]

Attack for my wonderful friend @les-bane-bea !!!!!!!

She was SO incredibly fun to draw

I don’t think I’ve mentioned I’m on artfight this year (;¬_¬)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

when the soft pitter pattering of the rain could not soothe her to sleep, mitsuri finally got up. she was careful not to wake obanai, who was fast asleep in the bed, curled up and breathing as steadily as the falling rain. moving softly, her feet padding mutely down the hall, mitsuri found herself in the dark kitchen. she was afraid the bright light might somehow make its way to obanai and alert him that she was awake, so she left it off, scrambling about trying to make tea in the dark. she put water to boil, getting a cup and opening a teabag packet, dropping the bag into the cup and watching the water boil. she glanced up, out the window, and smiled slightly at the falling water. there was something about the rain pouring outside and the steam rising from the teapot inside that somehow comforted her. she hummed quietly to herself until the water boiled, shushing it when the teapot decided to be loud. she decided, after a moment of freezing in place waiting for obanai to wake, that the rain must’ve been loud enough to mostly mute the sound. so she poured the simmering water into the cup, proudly smiling at the fact that she had made just enough water. as she waited for the tea to seep in and the water to cool, she leaned against the counter, gazing out the window. it was dark, so the most she could see was the water streaming down the glass and the very dim light of the moon that seemed unable to get past the clouds. eventually, when her tea had cooled enough, she picked up her cup and took a tentative sip, relaxing at the warmth that swept through her immediately after. she wandered to the kotatsu, sitting down and slipping her legs under it, humming at the warmth it provided her. as she placed the cup down, she froze at the sound of quiet footsteps. when she turned to the doorway, she found a sleepy looking obanai making his way to her. she frowned, upset that she had woken him up, but he stayed silent, sitting down beside her. she smiled as he settled in next to her, stealing her cup for a quick sip before deciding he didn’t like it and handing it back to her. mitsuri tugged him closer, pulling him onto her lap so that he leaned against her chest. resting her chin on his shoulder, they sat there quietly. it wasn’t until she realized that obanai’s breathing had steadied into a rhythmic pattern, his head lulling, when she finally moved, turning him as slowly as she could. carefully, she brought him back to bed, tucking him under the covers. she considered, for a moment, going back to her tea, but decided against it, slipping into the futon beside obanai and wrapping her arms around him. this time, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her chest rising and falling in sync with obanai’s breathing. and still, the rain ran across the roof, its tip-toe steps lulling them into deep sleep.