#uh don't tag as ship?

[xfand0mfr34kx]

I've been feeling emotions lately so ofc I draw Pebbles to cope

[livingdeadvoid]

Dick: You... You had a crush on me??

Tim, extremely annoyed: It was a long time ago

Dick: It really wasn't-

Tim: I was a kid discovering his sexuality!

Dick: I just wouldn't have expected it to be you

Jason: It was also me

Dick, snapping his head towards the other reading in the corner: WHAT??

[banditblvd]

Uhhlittle bitty ethubs warmup I did a minute ago

An offering to the ethubsers

[kayotic-catgirl]

last night i had a dream that apparently jonathan sims x jane prentiss became a popular ship in the fandom and the ship name was "tapeworm"????

i'm confused but whoever writes my dreams was kinda cooking with that ship name.

[sunnymainecoonx]

Bad Sans Poly for my dearest @cakesmelons ;3

I had an art crisis the entire year so I'm like experimenting and testing with art and sh- so here you go, some bad sans snuggles(I'm still relearning how to draw, barely recovered)

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[horriblegoblin]

shitty doodle dream recreation. had like a weird dream they were sitting like this

[lotus-pear]

finally finished watching aot, rainah and berutolto were my fav duo out of the whole cast 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[foxett]

suntan family..

Using your designs because for the life of me i couldn't design my own :3

[bat-connoisseur]

Got Karlach and Wyll together in my Karlach origin playthrough and your honour.......... its so important to me.

Ignore that i can't draw dancing for shit please. or eyes apparently there's something off with Karlach's dkjdlksj

[zeeckz]

Boss, stop eating unidentifiable stuff

[xxbritishrosexx]

Day 8: favourite turtle ally + dynamic

I really had a problem with this one, I wanted to draw Casey and Raph first (03 version most likely) but then again I have been drawn so much from 03. So I picked another show to pick a duo... I was between Raph and Casey or Mona and Raph... I picked this duo, and Mona was so hard to draw so bear with me if she looks off I tried my best.

@tmaynt

[difeisheng]

If you're comfortable with it will you talk more about your original characters?

hello!! flattered that you'd want to hear about these characters taking up my headspace 😅🥺💜 i will warn that the project these ocs are from is very much in the rough developmental stages and i have a LOT of research and worldbuilding to do, plus some existing stuff might change, but! here's some things about it:

this started out as an au of sorts that @qiaowanmian and i initially brainstormed for something else, before they very graciously allowed me custody and the au grew up into its own independent brainrot. it revolves around shen yue, courtesy name hui'an, a boy who grew up with one foot in the jianghu and the other tethered to the palace and its obligations. the balance got tipped when he wound up getting himself involved in an ongoing war, and his deeds caught the attention and approval of the palace. in particular, the eye of the then-crown prince, xuan xing.

nearly two decades later, hui'an has made a name for himself leading xuan xing's armies as a general under the king, and as his majesty's favourite, in every sense that that implies. they're an inseparably bonded pair, and that fact is causing problems for the rest of the court, especially for those people who don't care for xuan xing as their leader. hui'an has his own issues outside of the palace walls, too, because everywhere he goes there is one very stubborn swordsman named hua qingsen who keeps finding him over and over and who won't let hui'an's past go there are reminders of the person hui'an might have become, freely wandering the land without care for the state and holding only to his own sense of right and wrong, if he hadn't spent half a lifetime giving his loyalty to the court (to a-xing. everyone knows that ultimately hui'an serves not the kingdom, but one man whom he loves). hui'an's life is cracked in half by these two worlds. between this and the palace plotting behind his a-xing's backs, who would like to see the king gone, their relationship is only going to end in tragedy for it.

(unhappy ending, yes, and that's not going to change, but honestly if you've read my writing before i don't think that's a surprise to anyone)

beyond these main characters mentioned, there's also people such as:

lang shijun, a-xing's eventual queen of convenient marriage and unofficial apprentice to hui'an, whom she met while pretending to be her own brother so she could get into restricted libraries + eavesdrop on court meetings to learn about military tactics

ruxiong, second prince and a-xing's half-brother, who doesn't want the throne more than he wants his family alive and together, but it's that same want that will eventually doom him and the people around him

ruya, ruxiong's younger sister and princess of the kingdom, and who out of these royal siblings insisted on putting her duty and position first in a way her brothers never quite could (she'll get an ending she wanted, though, won by active choice and not obligation)

like i said, there's much that i still need to fill in and develop for this, but here's a brief glimpse into what's been occupying my waking thoughts for the last few weeks! thank you for giving me a chance to ramble a bit and let me know if you ever want to hear more <333

[starrrbitz]

hi friends I'm amanda! 🍎 and I'm wooly! 🍑

maybe I'll eventually draw horror art for this game but i'm a sucker for characters in shitty situations just getting better and being happy

I've practically binged every Amanda the Adventurer video out there, I really find this game neat I hope it and the devs go very far :)

also click for better quality cause tumblr is ass

* PROSHIPPERS DNI

[mc-lukanette]

Luka looked up from his spot on an instrument case to Juleka's friends heading towards the Liberty and onto the gangplank. He raised a hand to greet them, but paused mid-wave when he noticed Marinette at the back. She was lagging behind the others and nearly missed a step on her way onto the Liberty.

She looked exhausted, a yawn halfway out of her mouth before she covered it with both hands. She even looked warily around, as if to see if anyone had noticed. He didn’t pretend like he hadn't noticed, so her eyes eventually locked with his, shame flooding her face as she hurriedly said, "Um! I'm going to go get a drink of water!"

He watched her go, brows furrowed in concern, then got up to turn to her friends. They were talking to Juleka about various plans - having all given variations on a simple "okay" in response to Marinette's leaving - so Luka went for the arm of the one nearest to him.

"Is Marinette alright?" he asked.

"Huh?" Alya's face scrunched up in puzzlement. "Yeah, she's fine, just tired."

"Ah."

Putting a hand to her cheek, Alya snorted and put an overdramatic flair into her voice to say, "She must've just stayed up late daydreaming about Aaaadrien~"

"She didn't end up giving that gift to Adrien this week," Mylene explained, nodding in Alya's direction, "so she's probably coping."

"She means definitely," Alix cut in to correct. Smirking, she added, "That's just Marinette being Marinette. I've even got one of Rose's stuffed animals to prove it."

Juleka had been setting out a pillow for Rose to sit against, but at the mention of the relinquished plush, Rose's eyes flared up in a rare rage and she went about pounding the poor pillow in a fit of anger.

Luka wanted to comment as, regardless of his proverbial dog in this race, he felt that such information was a little too personal to share, but he refrained. He didn't know about Marinette's friendship with them and it wasn't his place to say things he wasn't certain of.

Instead, he turned his attention to where Marinette had gone, not bothering to make an excuse as he made his way across the deck to head down inside.

——

Luka didn't think of himself as any sort of mind reader, just observant, and he was certain that Marinette wouldn't have gone along with the girls if she were simply exhausted: she would've opted to rest. That indicated - to him, at least - that there was a different problem at hand.

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Marinette sitting on the barstool, her upper body draped over the high top and an overly full cup of water near her hand. She wasn't asleep, but her eyelids fluttered tiredly while she laid there. Every time they would draw to a complete close, she'd tense up, eyes opening wide on alert before another bout of sleepiness hit.

Luka wondered how much of that she'd managed to hide from the girls. "Marinette?"

"M-mmm—?" She looked over, blinking slowly in response to the call. A solid few seconds passed before she jolted up, her water spilling slightly when her hand bumped it. "Luka—ah!" She tried to rescue the cup, but miscalculated and ended up sending it right off the table. "I-I'm sorry—!"

"It's fine," he interrupted, voice firmer than usual. Given that she naturally wouldn't be as receptive to tone while tired, he wanted to make sure that she understood he wasn't upset.

Marinette quieted, lips pursed like she wanted to argue, but Luka didn't wait for her to. He walked over to the kitchen area, getting an excess of paper towels to clean up the water that'd been spilled. He could faintly hear a whine but didn't acknowledge it, knowing that Marinette would only insist on helping.

Nightmares, he concluded, though not knowing about what. She's afraid of falling asleep.

When he was finished, he dropped the cup into the sink and turned back to her. On top of being sleepy, she now looked upset, and his heart ached seeing her so miserable.

"It can't be comfortable sitting there," he said, though he guessed that'd been the idea. Going around the high top, he kept his gaze on her and offered, "I'm here to talk if there's anything wrong."

Of course, it was obvious that there was something wrong, but he wanted to give her an out. They were friends, certainly - his mother would probably say something like, "You snuck into that TV studio together? Ha, sounds like you're mates for life!" - but he still had a strict policy of not pushing any boundaries without adequate reason.

Also, on the chance that this did concern Adrien, she wasn't likely to mention her problem to him. Luka himself had confessed to her not too long ago, after all.

He sat down on the couch, idly sliding a hand along the cushion and hoping to make it look as inviting as possible. His eyes never left Marinette's, just as hers didn't leave his, almost like wordless communication.

Finally, Marinette wavered, slowly pushing herself up off the barstool. She almost slipped getting down, stumbling a bit, but she managed to walk over and plop heavily next to him.

"...Luka," she began, no longer looking directly at him.

"Yeah?"

He couldn't see her face, but could hear the subtle changes to her voice: it had grown distant, like the muffled sound of an instrument making you aware that it's coming from another room.

"Have you ever done something over and over, even though you knew deep down that nothing would change?" she asked, hands clasped together on her lap and tightening. "Even though you know it's only making you more miserable?"

Again, he wondered what must've happened to her, and this time had to bite back from speaking it aloud. As for her question, while he couldn't speak to her personal experience, he'd definitely gone through it himself.

"...Once," he admitted.

Her gaze finally turned to him again, unexpectedly open. His heart ached for the second time that day, noting that the moment an opportunity struck to help someone else, she shifted focus away from her own problems.

Her whole expression said you can open up to me. It wasn't something he heard, much less sensed often. He was just that much more likely to be the listener.

After trying a few times with words that didn't come out, Luka confessed for the first time, "My dad left a long time ago, maybe before I was even born. I don't know who he was, or anything about him."

"Oh, Luka..." she whimpered sympathetically. He wasn't sure if it had anything to do with her current state, whether it was making her more bold or simply showing her support, but she rested her head on his shoulder.

He continued regardless, "I asked my mom about him all the time when I was growing up, and she never gave me an answer." He tried to smile at the memory, not wanting to drag the mood down further. "I was mad for a while, but then I realized how much she was hurting. Maybe she wanted to talk to me, but I was opening too many wounds, and all I was doing by asking was making us both sad."

"You don't want to know about your dad anymore?"

"...No," he answered after a moment, wanting to be sure of his response. Thinking back to the past, he put a hand to his heart and clutched the fabric there. "He doesn't want to know me either, or he would've shown up. I can't force a song if the lyrics aren't coming together."

She was quiet, but Luka could tell she hadn't fallen asleep. It felt strangely natural talking to her and he could only hope it was mutual.

Finally, she said, "It's almost weird hearing it put into words. I didn't have them for so long." The side of her hand brushed his thigh in a show of comfort. "I'm sorry about your dad though."

"Don't be," Luka insisted, staring down at her. "I already have people here who love and care about me. That's more than enough."

"Yeah." Her hand slid down his leg, lightly toying with the stray threads of his distressed pants, right at his knee. "...Luka?"

"Mm?" His gaze fixated on her touch, almost mesmerized by how comfortable she seemed.

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," she reassured, apparently unaware of the way it made his heart skip a beat. "So... don't die, or disappear on me, okay?"

"W-what?"

He couldn't ask anything further, not because he didn't want to, but he already felt Marinette's body going slack. He hurried to catch her as her head slipped from his shoulder, her body having finally given into sleep. He waited just to be sure she was truly out - to see if she'd jolt awake like before - then pulled her against him to keep her supported.

Don't die or disappear...? he repeated in his head. It was undoubtedly ominous, but it made him more concerned for her than fearful for himself. What have you been having nightmares about, Marinette?

Regardless, he knew she couldn't sleep against him forever. He shifted, trying to get both arms under her so he could lift her, then stood up from the couch to walk to his bedroom.

On the way, he spotted a clean blanket resting on the arm of the couch. He couldn't even remember how or when it got there, but it didn't matter. He transferred Marinette to one arm to free up a hand - hoping that he'd gotten stronger since the ice rink rather than her getting lighter - then took the blanket with him to his bedroom.

Though it was difficult with Marinette draped over him, he fumbled one-handed with the blanket to lay it out over his bed and give her something clean to sleep on. That done, he brought her down, letting her lay on the bed while he took the side of the blanket near the wall to partly cover her. It wasn't perfect, but she seemed content.

Luka considered whether or not to leave her to sleep, taking the time to at least look around for something to sit on just in case. Heading back into the lounge room, he ended up finding a short stool under a pile of clutter and started to head back with it. By then, he determined it best to stay, just in case she had another—

"...M-mgggh."

He was just in time to catch Marinette whining in her sleep. He picked up his pace to get beside the bed, setting the stool down and looking her over. Her legs were moving underneath the blanket in some sort of distress, her breath picking up as she started to shift about on his bed.

"Marinette," Luka called, but didn't get anything back for it. He reached out carefully, mind whirling in thought as he clutched her hand. Deciding not to wake her, he remembered what she'd told him and echoed, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He had wondered at that moment, when hearing her say it, if maybe it was something she'd always wanted to hear herself.

He held his breath, watching her movements while he waited for any reaction. Worst case scenario, he'd wake her up, but he really did want her to sleep if he could make that happen.

It took a few seconds, but he felt her hand squeeze his own. Her eyes remained shut, but she slowly began to relax, the sound of the blanket shifting coming to a stop.

Luka exhaled in relief, putting his foot behind him to pull the small stool closer to him. Sitting down, he kept hold of Marinette's hand and leaned against the bed for comfort's sake, not taking his eyes off of their joined hands.

Faintly, he could hear people moving about on deck and muffled talking, though nothing that would make him worry they might interrupt Marinette's sleep. He even found himself starting to zone out, eyelids feeling heavy as the background noise slowly faded away.

Soon enough, he too gave into sleep.

——

"...Luka...? Luka..."

He stirred, his back aching as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision adjusted to the sight in front of him: blue eyes, black hair, and a refreshed but concerned expression.

Also, a hand that he hadn't let go of even in his sleep.

"Ah—" Releasing his grip took a bit of effort after having been in that position for a while. "Sorry."

She cast a glance at her now-empty hand; was that disappointment in her eyes? "N-no, it's okay. I mean, obviously it was me who you did all this for!"

"I didn't mind." Then, realizing that wasn't the whole truth, he added, "And you let me talk too. It was only fair."

"H-huh?" Confusion took over her face. "But I didn't do anything?"

He pushed himself up, arching his back to work out any soreness, then sat next to her on the bed. "Maybe it doesn't seem that way to you. It doesn't feel like I did anything either."

"But..." She paused, realization hitting. "Oh!"

He smiled, seeing that she understood. They had the same caring nature, it seemed. "Did you have any nightmares?"

There was a flash of alarm that he'd gotten even that right, but she shook her head rather than pointing it out. "No. Er, nothing that got too bad, at least." She dropped her gaze to his hand resting on the bed. "I think... it must've been you?"

"Me?"

"Reminding me that I wasn't alone." With a daring look in her eyes, she picked his hand back up and squeezed. "Because I couldn't sleep well at home at all, even when I was hugging my pillow."

He nodded sadly. "I wish I could help you more."

She let out a small hum, appreciating the gesture. Then, letting go of his hand to fiddle with the blanket, she hesitantly pointed out, "Um... maybe you could? But it's silly."

He tilted his head at her, curious, silently urging her on.

"I-I mean..." She swallowed, avoiding eye contact all of a sudden. "If I sleep better with you around, then...?" She trailed off, letting his brain do the rest of the work.

The implications hit him like a guitar being smashed over his head. Actually, he could really use one, because words weren't coming out anymore.

"B-but you've already done enough!" She practically threw the blanket off of herself, ready to flee at the soonest moment. "This all happened by accident, and—"

His body moved before his mouth could. He slid off the bed first, grabbing the edge of the blanket on the side opposite to the wall and bringing it up with both hands. He could feel Marinette's puzzled eyes on him as he laid it down at the center of the bed, bunching up the excess and leaving a small divider down the middle of the bed.

That done, he slid the small stool out of the way to keep either of them from accidentally stumbling over it later, then got on the bed himself. Laying down on "his" side, he didn't even bother to get under his own blanket, already feeling excessively warm.

Marinette mirrored what he guessed was his own expression. She babbled a bit in a few attempts at speech, but eventually gave up, responding physically instead by plopping herself back down.

She didn't seem to need the blanket anymore either, and Luka could only weakly hope that she didn't roll over the divider and against him whilst asleep: she might not sleep well against a pounding heart.

She brought her hand up, staring at it in contemplation, then slowly settled it down on top of the divider. When Luka didn't immediately react, she edged it closer to him as a sort of questioning hint.

Cute.

Smiling, he rested his hand on top of hers, noting the shy but pleased little wiggle of her legs that she did afterward.

He was just happy to help, and if that meant sleeping alongside her for comfort, it could only be beneficial for the both of them.