#write your dates

[sapphiclittlecryptid]

PSA

Okay, new artists or artists that are still learning. Please!!! Do your future self a favor and write dates on your art.

Even if it feels pointless. Even if it's an ugly wip/sketch. Write that date there.

In the future you'll be able to look back, see your progress, how you progressed. Not just that but how you improved when your hands started making sense, when you figured out eyes or colour theory.

Or take pictures to see the image details of when it was taken. It will help you, i promise.

Having an art portfolio is something EVERY artist should have. Not just if you plan on going to school for it or getting a career in something creative.

This is a record of your progress for YOU. Even if you never show this portfolio to anyone or make a 'see how far we've come' time of post. Art is something humans need to be whole inside. No matter if you are "good" at it or not. You should be allowed to see how you've grown and give yourself that pat on the back.

I know we artists are our own worst critics. But be gentle and keep track.

Most seeds aren't pretty when they go in the ground, but the flower that comes up after that maintenance and care will be euphoric.

[somanyfandomsorkinafs]

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

[evilmafuyu666]

[zephyrchama]

Lucifer looked overly pleased. He turned the present in his hand over for the fifth time with an incredibly smug, self-assured smirk on his face.

"This is for me, is it?" It was neither his birthday nor a holiday. He had been quite surprised when you burst into his office and laid the decorative bundle on his desk. It was taped poorly and the wrapping paper was a recycled brown paper bag, yet the simple fact that you were thinking about him made his pride swell to dangerous levels.

"Yes," you told him. "Please make good use of it. Please."

With an arrogant little "heh," he opened the gift. Inside was a long length of thick rope, freshly purchased from a hardware store that morning. It was sturdy and a little coarse. It looked like it was made for boating purposes.

"What is this?" Lucifer examined it by tugging at the ends until it was taut. He looked ready to whip the next person to walk into his office. "Is this your way of asking to spend more time with me? I always thought you were more of a silk ribbon perso-"

"No!" You interrupted his detailed speculation by slamming a hand on the corner of the desk. It stung a little. Of course Lucifer would misunderstand your intentions, but that was exactly why you had to clear things up. "I need you to stop tying Mammon up with the ethernet cord."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You didn't like the way he was gliding his gloved thumb over the rope.

"You leave him tied up for hours," you continued, "and the WiFi stops working. I have to go to the observatory when that happens and stand by the windows and wave my D.D.D. around for data to work. So, Lucifer. Please? Won't you use this instead?"

You put your hand on top of his in a bold power play. Maybe he would feel your sincerity. Combined with big puppy eyes and a little head tilt, you felt this plan had a 65% chance of working.

[dxckgrxsonx]

uhm. jason todd who absolutely needs to jerk off in his car after taking you out on a date and kissing you goodnight for the first time.

he can’t wait until he’s home to finish. too worked up by you. so hard it aches. hips pushing up into his hand. fucking his fist. gasping your name. mouth parted. eyes rolled into the back of his skull. he’s almost disgusted with himself. jerking off in his car outside your place. all from something so goddamn simple. but it hurts.

he can’t help himself. you have no idea what you do to him.

[mischievous-thunder]

The Honey Badgers know everything

[blackynsupremacy]

idgaf about what’s canon, if you want to romantically write them to be with a black girl, do it!

[ceilidho]

Gaz and you having a little free use roommate situation so you can both relieve tension without having to worry about the stress of using apps or dating while trying to juggle a career. especially since Kyle is away so often. and you both know that it's just casual - no strings attached, no expectations. if Gaz comes home in a mood, you know he's allowed to drag you into his bedroom and use your pussy for a couple hours until he's cleared his head, patting your ass before rolling off the bed and taking a quick shower while his come leaks from your puffy hole. and you're allowed to crawl under his desk and suck his cock for a bit when you're stressed about work and just need something to take your mind off your latest assignment. that's just the way your arrangement works.

only he finds himself getting irked when you mention in a text that a coworker asked you out for drinks after work, so you'll be home late. he came home expecting you to be sitting on the couch waiting for him to put on a movie so the two of you could fool around. now he has to make himself something to eat and sit on the couch by himself watching the clock, his temper rising more with every hour that you stay out. it's going to be rough for you when you finally get home. if you have any sense at all, you won't show up at the door with the guy you just abandoned Gaz for, because he's in the mood to make you take his cock down your throat the second you unlock the apartment door, regardless of an audience.

[yellow-kudzu]

This guy fucks hard I know it

[disgracefulthings]

Modern Day Platonic Cumplane AU where Shen Yuan meets struggling author, Shang Qinghua. He realizes that Shang Qinghua is the author of his most hated story, and rips into him. After he is done, Shang Qinghua explains how he currently can't afford to write a good story, and Shen Yuan, a rich kid who has done nothing with his life at this point, decides to help fund his story in exchange for being his editor, and Shang Qinghua agrees

After seeing the state of Shang Qinghua's apartment and all of his possessions, Shen Yuan decides 'hell naw', and has Shang Qinghua move in with him (he had an extra room) and replaces all his stuff. They end up becoming close friends, and Shen Yuan learns that being an editor is fulfilling for him

While those two get along, their friends think something else is happening. They believe that Shen Yuan has become a Sugar Daddy, and Shang Qinghua is his Sugar Baby, and they are NOT happy about that

It does not help when they go to Shen Yuan and tell him that Shang Qinghua wants his money, Shen Yuan replies 'I know, that was part of our arrangement'

Hearts are broken and many people want to break them up for their own selfish reasons (whether because they want to be with Shen Yuan or Shang Qinghua, or in Shen Jiu's case, doesn't want his baby brother to date a freeloader)

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan are oblivious and are having the time of their lives working on their masterpiece

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

your former ex-boyfriend, dick grayson, is nervous.

he’s planned the day out to the letter. some of your favorite things, a museum stroll and a picnic in the gorgeous spring weather. (he made sure you took your allergy pill this morning, too.) he got absolutely no sleep, up all night with nerves, trying to take deep breaths into your hair as he cradled you close. he knows where you two need to be and when, and he’s got a square shaped box in his pocket poking into the meat of his thigh every time he takes a step. a step further with you, a step forward into your future together. but he’s nervous.

nervous you’ll say no. nervous you don’t want him the way he wants you. nervous he’s still not in the clear. it’s only been a year or so since he’d broken up with you, trying to decide he knows what’s best for the both of you.

he’s taken note, though.

of all the times you’ve joked about your ‘bare ring finger.’

all the moments he’s caught you lingering in front of a jewelry store.

you do always tell him you want him forever and always.

he’ll mention something in the future, float the idea of kids, or more pets, and you’ll talk about wanting to buy a house with him, asking him his opinion of architecture styles when you go on walks together.

the topic of the future is heavily woven into almost every interaction you have, fitting into place as perfectly as your hands do when he grabs yours.

but he’s nervous.

dick is being so weird. constantly checking his watch, hurriedly texting. eyes shifting around. you’d hugged him this morning, and felt his heart beating behind his ribs like a caged bird. he’s been a gentleman as always, curling your hair for you and asking you to twirl to show off your outfit. opening every door for you, walking on the side closer to the road as you walk down the sidewalk. but you know him. and something’s off.

you link your arm through his as you point out the brushstrokes in the rembrandt in front of you, and he nods in response, distracted.

“dick.” you say, exasperated.

“yes, angel?” he replies, obviously still a little distracted as you two continue down the gallery.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask, probing. he looks at you, the intensity in his blue eyes suddenly fully focused onto you. it’s a little jarring, one thing about dick you’ll probably never get used to. (and never want to.) having his full attention feels like being under a spotlight, like you’re the only other person in the world, and he wants nothing else but to hear what you have to say.

“i’m thinking about how gorgeous you look,” he says, the unexpected compliment sinking into your skin, warming you from the outside in.

“thank you, baby.” you say, a little flustered still.

he gives you his full and total attention the rest of the time you’re there, letting you look at every single exhibit until you’re satisfied.

he buys you a ridiculous keychain from the gift shop, a cutout of the panicked figure in edvard munch’s the scream.

it goes onto your keys immediately, dick’s satisfied smile even better than the keychain.

you head out of the museum, back to the car. dick opens your door, rounding to his side. he gets in, buckling his seatbelt after he’s sure you’ve already done yours. he kisses you on the cheek, starting the car.

“where to next, dick?”

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” he replies, and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

he drives further away from the city, deeper into the suburbs of gotham. the houses grow nicer and nicer as you drive up the hill, and you point some of them out to dick. he smiles, a knowing look on his face.

dick pulls into a park you’ve never seen before, and you get the oddest feeling in your stomach. almost a little apprehensive? you’re not sure why, you and dick have done a million dates like this before.

he parks, and opens your door for you, holding out a hand to help you out, even if you don’t need it.

you try to take the picnic basket from the trunk, but dick stops you, an incredulous look on his face. you smile in response, picking up the folded blanket instead. he easily slides the handle of the basket onto one arm, grabbing your free hand with his.

locking the car, he leads you to the hill crowning the park.

it’s a beautiful spring day, the sun shining but not too warm. birds sing out to each other from the trees, a light breeze rustling through the leaves, the lush grass covering the ground. one side of the park is covered in blooms upon blooms of flowers, intricately planted in order to be easily walked through. big, fluffy clouds float across the sky, every once in awhile in front of the sun.

you make it to the top of the hill, shaking the blanket out, setting it onto the grass. he sets the basket down, pulling out sandwiches and drinks from the cooler, a container of cut fruit, your favorite kind of chips. you go to sit down, take your shoes off, but he stops you.

bringing you over to the other side of the hill, he wraps an arm around your waist as you gape at the view. you’re overlooking the city, as far as the eye can see. the sun glints off of some of the high rises, and you pick the wayne enterprises building out easily. dick smiles at that, kissing your temple.

you turn from the view after that, focusing onto the one standing right next to you. his black hair gleams in the sun, his tanned skin making his blue eyes pop. he’s dressed so nicely, a good pair of jeans and a new button-up, his favorite pair of converse freshly scrubbed clean, a habit he has that’s so baffling to you.

you could’ve sworn you felt a raindrop or two, but nothing about the sky declares rain to come. you brush the idea off, turning back to look at the gotham skyline.

“angel,” dick says, and looking at him, you gasp.

he drops to one knee, and everything quiets except for the words he’s about to say. you can’t breathe, one hand is pressed to your chest, over your heart, the other one gripped tightly in dick’s. the ring in its ring box is positively breathtaking, but you only glance at it. he could propose with a ring pop, for all you care.

he opens his mouth to speak, and he’s cut off by a rushing sound. you both look up, confused. torrential rain sweeps across the park, across your picnic, thunder shaking the sky.

you’re soaked, your clothes and hair plastered to your skin. dick looks miserable, but you almost can’t help but laugh. poor dick, trying to get everything perfect. trying to do everything right, just for the one thing he couldn’t control, to be what ruins it.

dick’s only thankful for the rain because it’s hiding the tears threatening to fall.

“angel..” he starts again, his voice cracking. you shake your head. he doesn’t need to say anything, anything at all. you know what he has to say, and you agree with all of it, all of it and more.

his face sets into grim acceptance as he nods, but you just laugh again. he starts to close the ring box, but you stop him.

you slip the ring onto your wet finger, the stone glistening and sparkling, even under the dark skies. dick’s eyes light up, his mouth agape. before he can say a word, you tackle him into the grass.

“yes.” you say, peppering his face with kisses. some of the wetness on his face tastes salty, and you have no doubt in the world he was crying.

“yes, dick,” planting another on his forehead,

“yes,” his cheek,

“yes,” the tip of his nose,

“yes,” his chin,

“a thousand times, YES!” on his lips, rolling him on top of you on the wet grass. he sighs into your mouth, relaxing into it, and you can feel the smile on his lips.

dick grabs champagne from the picnic basket, shaking it as he pops it. you squeal when he sprays you with it, grabbing it to do the same to him. you take a swig, giving it back to dick as he copies you. you kiss, tasting the alcohol, the cool rain on his lips. he picks you up, spinning you, and you’ve never felt so free, so happy.

later, you’re back in the car, the heater on full blast as you sit there soaked.

“mrs. grayson,” you say, sighing happily. dick blushes, his eyes popping. he watches you admire the ring on your finger, pulling you closer, into a kiss. you deepen it, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“did you mean to propose on the same day you broke up with me?”

“what?!”

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idea courtesy of @cottage-worm

love ya bae, you got one heck of a brain on you

go read her writing too! @wormwrites

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post divider!!! @saradika-graphics

[kokiriri]

Yumalia + some pocket-sized Yugo’s sketches!

I’ve been so lazy this past week ahh

[angelilacs]

never leave me in the dark ˎˊ˗

⭑ humming their partner’s favorite song to calm them down when they’re too nervous.

⭑ “i’ve never done this before. sorry.”  “don’t worry, me neither.”

⭑ holding hands during a stressful situation.

⭑ hiding in their partners chest when they’re scared.

⭑ their safe word for wanting to leave a place because it’s too overwhelming is kissing the other’s hand.

⭑ “hey, c’mon, don’t do that. we can leave any time you want.”

⭑ making the other their favorite tea.

⭑ “i don’t think i’m dying but i’m bleeding a little.” “you’re what? no— are you serious!”

⭑ “they’re just my parents—” “a night out with a wild animal sounds better right about now.”

⭑ “i was serious about this being my first… everything.” “i know, and i’m here every step of the way.”

⭑ wearing a bold outfit and their partner being proud of them for putting themselves out there.

⭑ running out the first time their partner takes off their clothes.

⭑ “we’re fine.” “our phones are dead and we’re somewhere in the middle east.” “see? at least you know we’re in africa.”

⭑ not being able to sleep so they drink a ton of coffee, their partner waking up and dragging them to bed.

based on this ask !

[zephyrchama]

The moment Mammon saw you, his eyes lit up. He changed course, making a beeline in your direction. "Hey, hey, hey! Just the person I was lookin' for!"

He wasted no time in slinging an arm over your shoulders and matching your pace. A big smile was plastered on his face. He was practically humming. Mammon could be quite affectionate at times, but this was suspicious.

"Y'see, Lucifer wanted you to clean the bathroom today," he suddenly stated. "Go scrub it really well, make that baby shine. Whole nine yards."

That came out of nowhere. You gave him the side-eye. "He said that, huh?"

"Sure did! Said there ain't no one better for the job!" Mammon nodded so hard, with such exaggeration, it shook his whole upper body.

"So Lucifer said he wants me," you pointed at yourself, "and me specifically, to clean the bathroom. Which you usually do as punishment. Because there 'ain't no one better.'"

"Yep! I dunno, maybe ya did something to piss 'im off. Sucks to be you."

While the Avatar of Greed loved poker, he had a terrible poker face in front of you. Mammon refused to meet your eyes and instead stared straight ahead with that big, fake smile.

"Okay. Where is he now?" you asked.

"What, Lucifer? Ah, he's busy." Mammon pat your shoulder and began to steer you in the opposite direction of Lucifer's office. "Here, I'll walk ya to the bathroom."

"I really think I should go see Lucifer and ask what I did to upset him. Won't you come with me?"

"Nah, he's real busy. Just trust me."

You dragged your heels into the floor. "Mammon."

"What? C'mon, don't call me like that! I can't stand that disappointment in your voice." He loosened his grip. His arm slid off your shoulders, so he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers and squeezing your palm. "Just get this over with, I'm in a hurry. The first three spins on all slots - even the real pricey ones - are only 25 grimm today. I'll make this worth your time."

You blinked at him. Ditching his responsibilities to go gamble was probably the reason Lucifer gave him this punishment in the first place.

You said plainly, "I'm not doing your chores."

Mammon dropped his smile and exhaled slowly. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. Clearly, no amount of puppy eyes or begging was going to work. He knew from the start this was a bad idea. He took your hand in both of his, softly massaging it, showing he was regretful for trying to trick you. "Then..." He shifted his weight back and forth, lightly swaying as he considered his next words carefully.

"You wanna help me dupe Levi into doin' it?"

[onyxmistkes]

LITERALLY SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THE TOP DRAWING LIKE HOW DID I EVEN DO THAT???

the second image is so messy and my hands have lost the ability to transfer my mind's image onto the canvas because I apparently used up all my skills on the illustration part but I still wanted to draw this interaction and arhgHHHGBHJBNIJNJIK

I did not expect Marvel x DC (specifically Spiderman x Batfam) crossovers to be my new obsession but here we are

If you're looking for a good read I would highly recommend Existential Crisis Mode written by @luciaintheskyainthi!!! The writing is beautiful and the character interactions are pure gold :D

[mischievous-thunder]

When these four start interacting that's a whole different level of chaos