#this drawing is like a month old oops

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

jacobi

[turtletoria]

youre never gonna believe this. but i really liked the musical with the miserable middle aged man

[biblically-accurate-dca]

moon n ballora

[larabar]

@id-f87 's chuck gives me Feelings and also i forgot. that i drew these

[reikunrei]

it just dawned on me that i never posted this drawing of catboy henry! it's part of a larger image, but idk if i'll ever post it in full. i still really like his face tho :3

[spyford]

hatsune harold ⭐️

[schokonilk]

first post on my art account lets go B)

anyway!!! These are my ocs, Victor, EJ, Toiba, Rosalie, and Felix :D !!!! This is a poster for a band AU??? They're a ska band very cool!! Also ignore the fact that Rosalie and EJ have to impossibly multi-task.... you can totally sing, play trumpet, and play guitar at the same time what

[darkmagiciang1rl]

Me when my mummy catches me on my computer past my bedtime

Clearer version under the cut

[arcademyth]

there are those boys with golden hazel eyes / the color of weak tea

[cassioppenny]

blorbos from mine and @citrongarde’s dms

[account-name]

idk if i'll end up with anything nice enough to post but i am finally out of art block for now and am working on redesigning my designs of the trio

[ricoka]

I don't exactly know when I started sketching and drawing in various sketchbooks at the same time but it's the most dissatisfying habit I've gotten into

[iluvloganhowlett]

I HATE YOU .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which logan leaves for a mission unexpectedly for almost a year and still expects to be welcomed home upon return

warnings: angst, no happy ending (oops!), a little violence, mutant!reader, that’s it fr

reader has same powers as logan bc they were both experiments at the same time

i also switched up the timeline slightly so pretend logan isn’t a grumpy old man and is more so how he was in x-men (2000)

i also saw some other story that was kinda like this one but i couldn’t remember who’s it was so if anyb knows drop it so i can credit

part 2

“why are we here again?” wade questioned, stuffing a handful of cheetos he stole from a vending machine a while back.

logan only glared at him, “because. i left her for 9 months, the least i can do is come home and show her that im alive.”

wade shrugs, “who even is this ‘she?’ is she hot?”

in seconds, wade finds himself pinned against the wall of the hallway, logan’s claws only centimeters from his neck. “she’s my girl, you don’t get to talk about her being hot,” logan growls, retracting his claws and releasing wade.

“well damn wolvie! don’t get your panties in a bunch, im not stealing your girl! unless the charm is just too much for her then-“

“do you ever stop fucking talking outta your ass?”

wade only sighed, halting to a stop as logan did the same. “137,” logan muttered, looking up at the 137 sitting next to your door.

as logan rose his hand to knock, the door was swung open. logan’s eyes widened. he thought he’d gotten himself back into the right headspace to see you again, clearly he’d been mistaken.

the way your low-set brows rose up at the corners in anger, your long lashes drawing his eyes straight to your deep brown ones. your plush lips curled in slightly and your hair flowed down your back smoother than water.

wade whistled, “hey hot stuff-“ before he was cut of with a punch to the nose, dragging him down to the floor.

logan still had yet to say anything, admiring all the parts of you he’d missed.

however he was cut off with a groan, looking down at your claws that had made their way through his abdomen and back out, retracing back into your forearms.

“what the hell are you doing back here? and who’s the red sex-toy lookin’ thing that i j punched?”

as much as logan wanted to laugh at your dig at wade, he knew how to read the room. and frankly, he was still to stunned. “y/n? baby?”

“don’t call me that,” logan’s eyes widened, “you don’t get to call me that after disappearing for 9 months without notice, lo!”

logan couldn’t help but admire your use of his nickname you created even though you’re pissed at him.

“listen. i know, okay? i know and im sorry but if you let me in,” logan stepped closer, “i can expl- ah fuck!”

you’d stabbed him again in the same spot, pushing his body against the hall with your claws. “no you listen to me, logan. and you listen to me good. i’m not letting you come into my- our house after going awol for fucking forever and coming back with some random gay in a red suit,” you pulled your claws out of him but didn’t put them away this time.

your face softens, eyes moving rapidly between logan’s. he knew you better than anyone, he could see the way your eyes shifted from angry to vulnerable and the way your eyebrows lifted; you were a mini him, despite you being the same age.

“i thought you died, lo. i spent the past months thinking the only person i had and loved was fucking dead,” your eyes welled up as you backed away from logan, putting your claws away alas.

“i’m sorry, doll. im so sorry you have no idea,” logan’s calloused hands grazed your forearms, thumbs tracing the spot where your claws rested.

you sighed, holding back the urge to give in and hold onto him as long as you could.

“but you dont understand-“ you looked away, only for logan to lift a hand and cup your face in it, forcing your glossy eyes to meet his.

“you’re right, james! i don’t understand! so jesus fucking christ enlighten me.”

logan was taken back at your use of his real name, lip parting slightly. his heart ached more and more every time he watched your bottom lip quiver. he knew you were trying to keep up your strong facade, but were beginning to fail.

“i had a mission to go on. i had to save the world, baby!” your brows curled back into anger, and logan knew you thought he was bullshitting. “cmon, angel, stay with me. the asshat over there in the red, he dragged me into this. so if you’re gonna kill anyone for this, have it be him. i just- i need you to let me in.”

you shook your head. “lo- just-“ you stuttered, scavenging for words. “but why didn’t you say anything? you couldn’t have called? sent a letter? hell, baby i would’ve been happy with a fucking pigeon!”

“i didn’t have access to that shit.”

“for 9 months?”

he took a deep sigh, “yes, for nine months.” his tone grew louder. “because if i hadn’t left you for those 9 months there would be no more you for me to come back home to!”

“get out of my damn building, logan.”

“what?”

“leave! i want you and that goddamn red thing to get as far away from me as you fucking can and stay there.”

“y/n-“

“bye logan!”

you slammed the door in his face, leaving him standing there in utter disbelief.

logan’s claws retracted, “FUCK!” he screamed through the hall, leaving a giant claw park across your door.

he looked down at wade, who was watching from a safe distance on the floor. he put his claws away, grabbing wade by the fabric of his suit and dragging him onto his feet.

“get up, you heard the girl; let’s get the fuck away from her.”

logan was breathing heavy, more than ever before. it was like his heart couldn’t catch up to everything he was feeling in the moment. the last thing he wanted to be doing right now was walking out of your apartment building and leaving you, but he was weighed down by so much anger and hurt that he wasn’t exactly in control of himself at the moment.

“well,” wade started, “you handled that well.”

and before he knew it, wade was stabbed into a wall. “ow?”

logan growled, “i’m coming back for her.”

wade only let out a long laugh, stopping logan in his tracks.

“what the fuck are you laughing at? you should’ve heard the joke she made about you! she said you look like a sex toy-“

“i’m not laughing at that, you ape. i’m laughing at the fact that you’re coming back to her! look how it turned out the last time you ‘came back.’ “

“you don’t know what you’re talking about, kid. i’m coming back, whether she likes it or not. i’m not losing the love of my life after all i did to make sure i wouldn’t lose her.”

“i-“ “and next time im here, you won’t be.”

so! should i make a part 2 WITH a happy ending when he does come back??? 🫣🫣

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[tender-rosiey]

OK so like, there this challenge, it like the kid tells their mom to shut up, and see what the dad does

And I was wondering if you could do

Toji, Gojo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, and Nanami

Hopefully it's a good idea thank you!

“MOM SHUT UP!”

— gojo, nanami, sukuna, and geto react to your kid telling you to shut up

a/n: oop, i didn’t notice the challenge part; also, I didn’t write one for toji or choso sorry 🥲

GOJO SATORU:

your 7 year old son —unfortunately or fortunately, you have yet to decide— has inherited a lot of his dad’s traits, including his unbelievably loud mouth that has no filter.

so today, the little fucker, who you’ve carried in your womb for 9 months and have to endure his antics now, told you to shut up when you told him to stop playing and go to sleep.

just as you were about to throw your slipper at his head, your husband takes a hold of your hand. he smiles, “let me take care of this.”

you reluctantly put down your weapon and watch your husband approach your son.

“hey champ,” satoru says and his son glares up at him. satoru’s smile tightens as he thinks of throwing his son out of the window right then and there.

is this how you feel dealing with both of them?

“I heard that you told your mom to shut up; is that true?” satoru asks and somehow his son is finally realizing what he did as his eyes are drowned in guilt.

satoru hears a ‘game over!’ come from his son’s pc and his son frowns, “dad! I lost because of you!”

“maybe if you were nice to your mom then I wouldn’t have to be here, would I?”

“also,” he says, leaning on the chair to see his son’s score, “it looks more like a skill issue on your part.”

the kid is offended as he fills his fist with cursed energy and satoru is just as ready to fight with his son.

soon, they each get a slipper thrown at their heads. satoru falls to the ground whining about how he was only trying to help, but your son looks at you, rubbing his head.

you don’t speak and merely look at him. he gets off his chair and walks to you.

“sorry, mom,” he whispers.

your son, further saddened by your lack of response, hugs you and apologizes again. you feel his tears stain your pants and you sigh as your fingers card through your son’s messy hair.

“just don’t do it again.”

he nods and a small smile takes over your face.

“I still think it’s a skill issue,” your husband says before being taken out by another slipper.

NANAMI KENTO:

“mom just shut up!” your 6 year old daughter says as she hears you ramble over the phone while she was drawing.

your eyes widen and you hang up on your friend before getting up to spank your audacious daughter, “oh I know you ain’t taking to me—“

your husband says your daughter’s name disapprovingly making you stop in your track and her to look up at him with surprise and sadness.

“that’s not something you say to your mother,” he starts off and shakes his head, his disappointment basically radiating at this point, “you have to be respectful to her and appreciate her.”

your daughter looks at the ground as tears swell up in her eyes.

kento continues, “and if you were bothered by the noise,” he places his hand on her head and his voice softens, “then you should’ve asked politely if your mom can talk in a lower voice or you could’ve moved rooms, right?”

she nods, trembling and crying silently.

she looks at you, before running to you and jumping into your arms and apologizing repeatedly for what she did and that she would be a good girl from now on.

you cradle her in your embrace and pat her back to calm her down.

your husband approaches you both and presses a kiss on your forehead and hers. kento whispers in your ear as he looks at his daughter, “she dodged a bullet, huh love?”

you roll your eyes and shove him lightly and he merely presses a kiss to your shoulder with a smile.

for some reason, your daughter places her hand on his face and gently pushes him away.

“mommy is mine,” she softly says and hopes her father is not bothered by her claim.

he merely furrows his eyebrows, “but she is my wife.”

his daughter smiles mischievously and shrugs and nanami realizes just how much a of a devil his sweet daughter can be.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

being the son of ryomen sukuna, your son has been raised to be befitting of the title of a king and that includes his speech mannerism that he picked from his dad.

somehow, that further irritates you as your son says, “silence, mother!”

it reminds you of a certain king of curses who says, “silence, woman.”

however, the king of curses does not escape your wrath when he says those words and neither will your son.

“oho? is ‘silence’ something you say to your mother, s/n?” you inquire and your son narrows his eyes in an attempt to intimidate you, but it only causes your cursed energy to increase which makes the boy gulp slightly.

your husband enters the room and is confused by the display: your son looking at you scared and you looking close to smacking the hell out of the kid, “what’s the matter?”

you look at sukuna, “oh I don’t know; why don’t you tell him s/n?”

your son looks at you then at his dad. “…I told mother to be silent,” he says shamefully.

your husband barks out a laugh but is quickly punched in the stomach by you. he falls to the ground and glares at you, “why you!” he grumbles.

“sukuna-sama, is telling your mother to be silent a good thing?” you emphasize the honorific and your husband stands up and shakes his head.

“no,” he grumbles and you nod, looking at your son.

your son frowns and walks to you then bows slightly, “apologies mother, it’s my mistake.”

you sigh and gently flick his forehead, “I am your mother; don’t bow to me silly.”

your son looks up to you, surprised and smiles, nodding before hugging you.

meanwhile, sukuna is there, complaining about how you dared to punch the king of curses.

GETO SUGURU:

your 5 year old daughter had told you to shut up while she was watching her favorite show and you have started ignoring her ever since.

whenever she would try to talk to you, you would turn away from her and walk away. she didn’t know or rather realize what she did wrong so she went to her daddy to ask for help.

“daddy, I don’t know why mommy is ignoring me!” she tells him seriously and he looks at her nodding while munching on his cereal.

“did you do anything wrong that made mommy mad?” he asks and smiles at how she scratches her head as she thinks. after a while, she shakes her head clueless.

he hums before looking at her, “well, a little birdie told me that you told her to shut up; is that true?”

she tilts her head, “how did the birdie know?”

“I will tell you later, but what’s important now: is it a good thing to tell mommy to shut up?” he inquires, raising and eyebrow at his daughter who plays with the hem of her shirt as she mumbles a small ‘no…’

“there you go, now you know why mommy won’t talk to you,” he winks, “now go apologize; good people apologize when they do something wrong, right?”

she nods with a small smile and he ruffles her hair, “good girl.”

later on, after everything is resolved, she is nestled in your lap and suguru is beside you with his arm around you as she asks, “daddy, how did the little birdie know?”

he smiles and he doesn’t tell her that his cute wife, you, was huffing about how rude her daughter can be and how he had to hug her and pepper her with kisses to calm her down.

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[forecast0ctopus]

Hi hi!! First off I gotta let you know you're easily one of my favourite artists on Tumblr and I'm pretty sure you're single handedly pulling me back into the star trek obsession with your art (I love the shapes and colours they are very special to me. Also the way you draw bones....love that old man)

But if you don't mind me asking!! How do you go about drawing legs/arms? It's one of the things I'm struggling most with at the moment but I LOVE the way you draw em. No pressure to answer tho ofc!!

Hope you're having a nice day :)

THANK YOU i'm sorry iit took me uhh two and a half months to get to this but i really appreciate it!! I really wanted to give some kind of answer for you but that took a while to get to oops anyways here's how i personally approach arms/legs:

nothings suuuper concrete because of course things can always change with body type, weight, or how muscley a character is. i just kind of look at everything from an anatomy perspective, simplify and exaggerate for readability, and uhh also i like shapes and pointy things :]

[becdecorbin]

decided to revisit an old period themed monster who I used to draw yeaaaars back. dunno if the creature acts in malice and sadism or how it's programmed to, but the effect remains the same, haha.

the maligned entity goes by a number of names. That Time Of The Month, Shark Week, etc. but Aunt Flo is the most personable and familiar sounding, a bit like how you refer to the Fair Folk. acting like they're not an unwanted guest. I'm sure there are means to placate the monster. some to even banish her entirely.

think I'll mark this as mature because of how yonic he turned out, oops.

terfs gtfo, this isn't for you.