#wip wow

[drownthehatch]

[erabu-san]

Sumeru family trip !

[cthaehart]

Decano Lawrence your fire fits and depressive gaze have bewitched me

[emry-stars-art]

Coffee shop au please!

Another one I keep saying I’ll finish :,) Andrew’s been staring at the pretty boy waiting for him to order for approximately ever

[tealgoat]

Did you ever post that one art of siffrins hat getting flicked off by the king to Tumblr

I don't think so (?) It's pretty rough but here you go

[d0rksausalito]

My first WIP dump of Invincible stuff while I work on comms 💙💛❤️🩶🤍

Most of these have already been posted to my Twitter a while ago. I am very active there!

[cryptidclownz]

officer its those two they wont stop exploring each others bodies

[bloomeng]

magical girl steph is just reminding me of drawing fischl (wip)

[late-draft]

[rheakira]

WOE, CLOVER BE UPON YE!

Just a collection of old Clover doodles and WIPs I'm never gonna finish. A lot of these are as old as of January. My designs for characters have changed a lot since these were made. Read the img descriptions for details! 💛

Shoutout to @northstarscowboyhat you guys should definitely check out their Clover Lives AU stuff cuz it's solid!

[geddyqueer]

wip wednesday wednesday

finally remembered how to write! wahoo! thanks @screamlet for the tag; passing this on to @dharmaavocado @setmeatopthepyre @liminalmemories21 @alchemistc @beanarie @rcmclachlan and anyone else who wants to play. here's some more of my 8x11 fix it wip, no crying in baseball:

"Damn, Kinard," Donato says as he rolls into work the next morning. "You lose a fight?"

After a couple tylenol and a cold shower his face doesn't feel that bad, but he was right—black eye, bruise smearing over the bridge of his nose, and a rough night of sleep because he kept rolling over onto the wrong side. "I'm fine," he says. "I got hit in the face by a softball thrown by a thirteen year old."

She winces. "I thought you were doing better after the breakup, you know? Not—not going out and getting in bar fights, or whatever."

"I didn't get in a bar fight. I got hit in the face by a softball thrown by a thirteen year old," he says, as if that's somehow better.

As if on cue Richardson pokes his head in through the door. "Kinard, there's a woman out here who wants to apologize for her daughter hitting you in the face with a—Jesus! You get in a bar fight?"

Tommy pushes past him and heads out into the main hangar. "Hey," he says, offering the woman standing there awkwardly clutching her bag his hand. "Tommy Kinard."

"Oh my gosh," she says as she takes in his face. "I'm so sorry. Emma has terrible aim."

"But she has a ton of power," he says. "She just needs practice. Anyway, no harm, no foul."

"It actually looks like quite a bit of harm," she says. "I'm Tracy. I'm supposed to be their Scout leader but they've all given up on Scouts and decided they want to do softball instead and while I support everything they want to do, I honestly have no idea how softball works."

"It's like baseball, but the ball is bigger," Tommy says. "And they pitch underhand. And there's usually only seven innings."

"Right," Tracy says. Behind her Tommy can see most of the rest of the Harbor crew inching closer, ears first. "I don't know anything about baseball, either. And we were going to have their math teacher do it, but he had to bow out last minute. Scheduling, you know. It's state testing season. And then, well, another parent was going to give it a try, but she was in a horrible accident at Trader Joe's—"

"Sparkling water lady," Tommy says, nodding. "We transported her, actually. Crazy what those pallets can do when they tip."

"Oh, it's awful," Tracy agrees. "So finally we asked another girl's cousin, she's in college locally, but I guess there were some issues with her social life, and now the girls have no one."

"Right. The girls mentioned that."

Tracy nods, pursing her lips. The rest of A-shift has moved in so close there's no way to plausibly deny they're listening. Tommy braces himself. "Did you really volunteer? Or was my kid lying? Because we would be thrilled to have a firefighter as our coach. Especially one who knows how the game works."

"Not just a firefighter but a firefighter pilot," Richardson cuts in.

"Oh!"

"Yeah, he got a medal for valor and innovative thinking last year," Donato adds.

"Oh, wow," Tracy says. Tommy feels his face heating up.

From behind him Melton comes and puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Ma'am, if you were to ask me which of my crew I would trust most to take charge in an emergency, or to fly a helicopter through hurricane conditions, or to lead a group of high school girls—"

"Middle school," Tracy corrects.

"—middle school girls to a softball tournament, well, I would choose this man for all three."

"Sir," Tommy says, but Melton ignores him and guides Tracy over to his office.

"Now, being a dad, I know a little about the machinations of the community sports world myself, and I know how hard it is to get things scheduled…"

The door shuts behind them, and Donato and Richardson and every other fucking joker in this hangar pounce on him like cats on a sickly tired mouse.

"I told you," he says, pointing at his eye. "Softball thrown by a tween."

"Hey, man, whatever it takes to get you out of this funk," Richardson says. "Glad you've got a hobby."

"I have a million hobbies," Tommy protests. "And I'm not in a funk!"

Everyone fidgets a little.

"…am I in a funk?"

Donato nods. "So it's, you know, really good to see you doing something that'll make you happy," she says.

Tommy presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, yelping when he remembers the giant fucking bruise on his face. Someone pats his back reassuringly.

[pearynice]

So Eddie, who grew up gay in Hawkins, Indiana, has probably never had anyone genuinely interested in him in his entire life. He’s pined long sufferingly, of course, on celebrities and gag athletes (that he would only admit to under pain of death) and even, embarrassingly, his classmates, but no one’s ever liked him back. There was never even a girl thrown into the mix for him to reject. There was no one.

And he got used to it. There are worse things than not being attractive, or desirable, or lacking in whatever quality made others flock to you. Did it suck? Yeah, but he’s been through worse. He has his platonic relationships who love him, who he loves in return, and it’s enough.

So color him surprised when Steve Harrington starts, what seems to be, testing the waters with him. It’s honestly a little funny, at first, because Steve is joking, because he has to be. Because people don’t like Eddie like that. Least of all Steve, who is attractive and kind and desirable and has all those things Eddie doesn’t.

But then it keeps happening. And it starts to scare him a little, because he knows that if Steve thinks he likes him, give them a date, or two, and Steve will realize he fucked up. Which. Which would be worse than it never happening at all. Because Eddie likes Steve so much it hurts. He can’t take his eyes off him, most of the time, can feel his heart flutter whenever Steve says anything- but Eddie’s made peace with who he is in this world, and he doesn’t want that to be disturbed. He’s not the type of person anyone wants to wake up to. #3 of the Munson Doctrine.

And it’s the classic it’s not you it’s me, but it really is Eddie, because he could never believe that anyone could truly like him. Not like that.

And Steve, who has had his love questioned in the past, who’s been called bullshit by Nancy and has never been enough for anyone besides Robin, falls apart a little. He thought Eddie was different. He thought he was reading the signs right and that Eddie liked him back. But he’d been wrong before and he’s wrong now and it’s all just too much. He locks himself in his room and directs all of his sadness inwards, like his parents taught him to.

And Robin, in all her righteous fury, goes to Eddie and screams herself hoarse because she knows Eddie likes Steve, she isn’t blind, but Eddie’s so flippant about the entire thing Robin wants to kill him. Because this is her best friend- her platonic soulmate- and Steve deserves whoever he wants.

And then Eddie says something very sad that takes the wind out of her sails. Something like “Robin, I’m not the kind of guy anyone would ever want to wake up to. I’ve accepted that.”

And Robin of course knows what it’s like to be queer and alone and in Hawkins, so she doesn’t murder him, even though she still kind of wants to. She gives him a hug, instead of stealing Nancy’s gun and killing him, and asks him if he trusts Steve.

Which. Eddie does trust Steve. If he trusts anyone in this world, he trusts Wayne, the Hellfire club, and Steve. And the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. And he’s so, so scared. But he goes straight to Steve’s house and pours his pathetic little heart all over Steve’s front porch, tells him he’s never thought himself worthy of love, that Steve is the first, ever, as mortifyingly embarrassing as that is, to ever want him. And how it took him some time to wrap his head around the fact that his crush likes him back. And that he’s so sorry. That Steve is enough in every sense of the word. And that Eddie just couldn’t accept that someone liked him.

And Steve is just like??? “Your crush?”

And Eddie’s like “ofc you’re my crush are you kidding me? Have you met yourself?”

And after that they’re gone for each other.

And it takes Eddie a while to trust himself- to trust himself to be worthy of the type of affection that pours from his boyfriend. But he trusts Steve- with every fiber of his being, he does, so eventually he gains his footing and is able to see himself as lovable and loving.

Robin kicks herself everyday for interfering because they’re so disgusting but also Steve is so happy, and Robin would do anything and put up with anything for Steve to be able to smile like that.

[shandrapann]

Todays warmup was fun, might render it if I have the time 👀👀👀

[maetersart]

play with her

[vero-lynn]

Just a treat bcs I feel nice.

[fivefootoh-andtrains]

Let's kick off the new year with some Excadrill snuggles, shall we?