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For @orange-artist ‘s ASL god AU DTIYS! (congrats on the milestone!)

This was really fun, I absolutely love drawing ethereal designs

Additional notes 👇

So i adjusted the original designs ... a bit... To draw in my style means that i have to make everything extra, sorry.

Ace:

I like the base design for Ace a lot! i looked at other posts to get more context to these outfits and i say this draping billowy pants design that i liked a lot more, so I used that instead of the ones he has in the picture.

I love his cute little star crown, i think it looks dope as hell. I wanted to bring it to other parts of him too, so I gave him an arm cuff with it, too! If i had drawn the front of him, you would also see that crown design around his waist as a belt, too.

i originally had him in a pose similar to the one he has in the original, but after i sketched out the other two poses i found he looked a little two flat, so i brought his hand out to the foreground.

I like the choice for his hair to gradient out to look like a comet! I had a lot of trouble trying to make it look Just Right, but i think I nailed it

Luffy:

I didn't change much about his design, I really just made him a little more yellow than he was before. Its hard to improve an already banger design. He's my ethereal silly guy...

I really love the idea of Luffy's scars looking like gold, that's really cool.

I wish I could've added that cold crown he has around his head, but i didn't know how to without it looking sloppy so i had to leave it out.

Sabo:

I changed so much about Sabo's design, i would like to send out a formal apology for it, I admit I went a little too ham. I had already completed the picture before i went back to look at the original post and saw the comments about how Sabo was supposed to look... discreet...... I... Did Not Make Him Discreet. In The Slightest. :DDD ehe

I needed help for Sabo's pose because i was having so much trouble with the hand, i called upon my good website friend JustSketchMe to get it right. I had this idea for the pose because i wanted the claw to look like a crescent moon, I think it looks pretty good.

I would've given him normal snakebite piercings too but i felt that the ring piercings looked more Crescent-like, so i went with that.

Moon belt. i want that moon belt. I have no outfits it would go with. but i still want it.

I love Sabo's whispies that he has in the original design, but when I put them in the art i had, it cluttered up the piece too much and I had to get rid of them. A moment of silence for the fallen whispies...

Noticing now I forgot Sabo's Cane..... oops.

General:

I shaded Luffy to be lighted by the sun, Sabo the moon, but i made Ace be the light for himself. There's some deep meaning to that, but I cant think of one right now.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, i hope i was failthful enough to the original designs even though i changed everything a lot :)

Drinking game: take a shot everytime I used the word "I", take a double shot each time i forgot to capitalize it, too. You will be Dead by the end of the post, though.

[slaps roof of ASL] I can put so many different faces on these bad boys.

I fucking love drawing these whores in different situations

Check out my shop :)🚨

Brazilian Luffy and his white light-skinned brother

It’s MY birthday and i can draw as self indulgent of an art as I want! Get off my back okayyy????

This is an ace lives au btw. Like a continuation of that absolutely awful (🥺) short comic Oda drew for them.

Ive seen a bunch of post-war cuddles with these three, but I think that Ace and Sabo deserve to just talk with each other.

human after all

I present to you: older brothers who work with the government and their neurodivergent little brothers.

Johnny Cade has one of those laughs where if he’s laughing hard enough it sounds like he’s crying and it scares the shit out of the entire gang send tweet.

TikTok said “animate this” so I did.

“Hey!”

“What are you doing up there?”

“I can’t go back to jail!”

It’s so funny to think how everyone probably thinks that Harry is just this silly, awkward autistic guy who lives out in the middle of the woods. “Oh, ya, Harry? He’s a bit weird an all that. We just think he’s on the spectrum though-“

And Harry is in the back going: “KUNG KUNG!”

I suddenly need the Mentalist/due South crossover where Patrick Jane and Benton Fraser sniff corpses, lick evidence, and spin wild plans to solve a crime. (All of it not competitively, not competitively at all, of course, solving a crime is not a competition even though they both absolutely need to win with every fiber of their beings.)

I feel like Jane would treat Fraser a little like Lisbon, in that he would delight in tweaking Fraser's lawfulness. (And I can just see him sourcing a Mountie costume and showing up in it one day...) And Fraser would be all polite polite polite polite polite pol--oh, thank goodness he's gone. After managing to do one grand outfoxing of Jane at the end, anyway, in what is absolutely not revenge for the teasing.

I'm torn on whether Jane would be able to read Fraser like a book or if he'd be stumped. I'm also not sure if Lisbon and pick-your-Ray would enjoy commiserating or become very defensive of the eccentrics they babysit.

This man is the most autistic

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays :)

Please enjoy these chilly lil’ guys :)))

divine wrath

You are officially part of the crew now, Sanji

Currently loving the idea that Dutch and Hosea kinda switched Honor Levels over their time together. I've said before how the image of Low Honor Young Hosea has me in a chokehold, but what if young Dutch was the one with more of a heart when they first met, full of ideals and dreams. And the irony that when we start RDR2 Hosea is the one using the safety of the gang to appeal to what's left of Dutch's moral compass, in the beginning it was Dutch helping people and adopting kids that he intentionally melted Hosea's heart and helped him fall in love again with Bessie and be a good father. And along the way there was probably a time when their honor levels, to use in game lore, was neck and neck, but then somewhere around Blackwater it's Dutch who began to slide and becomes darker and ruthless as the story goes on while Hosea saught redemption the same as Arthur would.

I can't draw for shit but like picture a moment in the early days when it's Hosea who is like "these bastards ruined our job, let's go kill them!" and it's Dutch who is like; "No old girl, revenge is a fools game, besides Arthur wants us to take him fishing, don't ya son?" *nudges the reluctant hoodlum*

Galas were energy drainers, which was a well known, established fact.

Bruce isn't a solid believer that people are born bad; The person in front of him seems adamant to prove him wrong.

"Those are very big words you're throwing around, Mr. Wayne," Bruce is sorely concerned if 'climate change should be acknowledged and regulated' can be considered ' big words', "Care to define them?"

Bruce would, truly, but this jerk already wasted half of his night by being condescending, so why bother?

" I've enjoyed myself, but,--"

" I did too. Truly, its nice to be listened to. You could teach my wife a thing or two...Among other talents. Maybe we can speak more over dinner?"

Discomfort churns and batters Bruce's insides. He's not good with sleazy.

He thankfully learned to camouflage disgust at arrogance and tackiness and nastiness,-- but sleazy? His hands sweat, hungry to hit, punch. His tongue is heavy and bit to blood.

A long shadow covers them both, and everything bad vanishes from Bruce's body in a relieved breath.

" Oh...Thank you for the invitation. But...You'll have to ask my boys."

A gulp from the other.

There's Jason, his Goliath of a son, Bruce's bruised sunshine. On his shoulders, not clothed by a restricting tuxedo like the rest, but by a red hoodie instead, Damian holds a butter knife close.

Tim, arms folded, mimics Bruce's nauseated snarl. Ah. So they heard, then.

Dick, as always, stands at the forefront, both shielding his siblings, and establishing himself as top threat. A pure leader, no doubt behind it.Bruce would lie if he'd say the spark of pride isn't there.

"What time?"

Damian Wayne Headcanons :) in which I give him actual character growth, suck it dc writers

this is extremely long, I am not sorry

He has literally no footsteps, you cannot hear him walk, even when he stomps around in one of those moods, it’s just barely a little *pat pat pat*

He doodles on everything. With everything. Some Gothamites have found intricate floral designs etched into the roof or random brick walls (most likely with a knife) after seeing Robin patrol.

He has like 20 weighted blankets, all different weights and sizes depending on his mood.

His favorite item in his room is a silver Nintendo DS. (He likes to use the little chat rooms, even if no one else is on the other end. He doodles and writes little messages. It’s like his diary.)

He loves all animals, and that includes the creepy ones. Especially the creepy ones.

Once, Tim started screaming bloody murder over a massive bug with a bajillion legs in his room. Damian now houses it in an enclosure in his bedroom. Her name is Mildred, Millie for short.

When he was in the LoA, he was forbidden from stimming in front of others. It took two years for anyone in the batfamily to ever witness him stimming.

His most common stimming behaviors are shaking out his hands, scratching his palms, and rubbing his hands across different surfaces. When he’s really stressed, he’ll snap his fingers.

He absolutely hates cameras. They’re loud and make him uncomfortable. One reporter almost got scratched when they got too close to him with the flash on. He only barely tolerates the security cameras in the manor. Barely.

He can and will be roped into any dare imaginable. Bruce repeatedly forbids him from taking dares from his siblings for months at a time.

He has a compartment in his utility belt dedicated to treats for any animal he sees on patrol.

When he’s tired, he’ll speak a mixture of Arabic, Mandarin, and English. Only Bruce can make sense of it, and occasionally Jason.

Bruce absolutely refuses to yell at Damian. Even if some of his other kids argue that he’s being too nice, he’ll only use his Batman voice and his Soft But Disappointed Dad Voice, but he will Never yell.

(He doesn’t tell them it’s because of what happened the first and only time he yelled at Damian. Bruce moved his hand a bit, and Damian flinched wildly. Bruce cried for hours over the implications of that.)

Damian only feels comfortable sitting if he can clearly see the main entrance. If not, he’ll sit with his back against a wall or he’ll stand.

He dutifully takes the responsibility of feeding and grooming every Wayne animal. They receive the most nutritious and filling meals on the market (all while receiving lots of head pats.)

He has very strong eyebrows just like his father. They tend to pull the same exasperated expressions too, highlighting their resemblance.

Talia taught Damian at a very young age how to write perfectly with both hands. He no longer remembers if he is naturally left or right-handed.

The one insult he cannot handle is “spoiled brat.” A few months after he arrived, someone in the family called him that as a joke, and he completely shut down emotionally. No anger, no sadness, no resentment. Literally just nothing. For days. No one knows why, but they will never let it happen again.

You know he’s Up to Something TM if he swings his legs back and forth while he sits.

He is obsessed with those cheap TV documentaries about famous plane crashes and shipwrecks. After finishing one, he’ll find the nearest family member and tell them all about it: how it happened, what human error caused it, and his fool-proof plan for if it ever happens again and he is nearby. Usually, it’s Alfred.

For the first few years at the manor, Damian’s favorite spot is the family graveyard. Everyone calls him dramatic. He just likes how it’s so quiet. (And he’s dramatic.)

When Jason waxes poetics about dying over dinner, Damian just groans and says, “So have I. You’re not special.” That’s how the family learns he was repeatedly revived in the Lazarus Pit due to the fatal nature of his training and abuse.

His first ever crush was on the cute male tech at Alfred the Cat’s vet. Damian was 12. Jason, who accompanied him, proceeded to give him both The Talk (“It’s okay to like boys”) and The Talk (“Your body is ✨changing✨”) on the drive home.

He will not text back unless it is absolutely necessary. He will leave people on read. He does not hate you. (…Probably.)

Titus is a registered therapy dog, trained in helping Damian through panic attacks and sensory overload. If you ever see Damian asleep on the floor, eyes cried out with Titus resting on top of him, you know why.

When he was 13, he tried to fake his own death after he failed a test at school and “dishonored the family name.” Bruce and Dick had to sit him down and explain that grades aren’t everything, and they still love him unconditionally.

He talks to animals like they’re human. He has a habit of venting his frustrations to Batcow in particular. And his fish while he feeds them.

His love language to others is a mixture of gifts and quality time, usually without words.

One day, Damian was snooping around the house and found that one of the electrical closets leads to a tiny space—barely two feet wide—in between the sheetrock and the foundation wall with nothing but a single hanging lightbulb. It took years before anyone else found it, but by then, Damian had painted an 8x10 ft mural on the wall and created a small bed of blankets and pillows for when he needs a quiet place to escape unwanted stimuli.

When he sleeps, his cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk. It’s adorable.

During the Winter Olympics one year, Damian falls in love with figure skating and decides he wants to try it out, but he never asks to take up lessons in fear that he will be horrible at it.

Duke figures this out and now takes him ice skating just enough to avoid suspicion. It’s become their bonding activity.

Once, Jason and Tim made him try a Sour Patch Kids-flavored energy drink. He immediately spit it out and said, “What the fuck?! That’s even worse than drinking from the Lazarus Pit.” And that’s how the family learns that Ra’s made Damian drink from the Lazarus Pit a few times.

One day, Steph told Damian about the wonders of concealed self defense products. Now, about 80% of the mundane items Damian owns is secretly a knife. He will purchase any item that is secretly a knife. Including several fake lipstick tubes.

He has rigorous self-control when it comes to sleep. Sure, his schedule is a bit fucked up for someone his age, but he is in bed and asleep exactly when he tells himself. (His siblings could never.)

His entire wardrobe is soft items he “found” stole from the laundry room. If it’s comfortable, it’s his now. (No one complains. In fact, having Damian steal your clothes is considered a privilege.)

He hates whenever Alfred tries to recreate dishes from his childhood. It’s just not the same. Alfred understands.

When he’s really stressed—like the “I am one stubbed toe away from a complete meltdown” stressed—he will finger paint. He likes the feeling of it on his skin.

Due to his time in the LoA, Damian has a habit of never telling anyone if he’s injured. Instead, he’ll pretend nothing’s wrong until he passes out or literally can’t move right and someone calls him out. He’s working on it, though.

There’s a massive system of fish tanks in his room complete with handmade decor and multiple venomous species. No one even realizes until Alfred mentions it during dinner.

He has hyper fixated at least once on every single artistic medium you can imagine. His top three are oil paintings, mosaics, and pottery, but he mostly sticks to drawing in his free time.

He has taste tested all of his pets’ treats at one point for “research purposes.”

Giving friends their own nickname is one of the most intimate things Damian does to express his relationship with someone.

Once, he was having an argument with a sibling, and they said, “Oh yeah? Well at least Bruce wanted me!” Damian didn’t leave his room for exactly six days. He even stapled blackout curtains to his windows and the vents. Bruce chewed the shit out of whoever said it and spent hours every day talking to Damian through the door to convince him that, yes, Bruce wants him and couldn’t ever think of a family without him. Damian didn’t come out, however, until he heard Bruce crying while begging him to eat. Damian slept in Bruce’s bed that night and the following week.

When he turns 15, he gets really obsessed with Måneskin.

He’s exactly the kind of Art Hoe that is completely loyal to his favorite brand of art supplies and wouldn’t touch other brands with a 10ft pole.

He has weirdly thin fingers. Like creepily thin, especially as he grows older. Someone commented on them once, and Damian proceeded to wear gloves nonstop for a week.

There are exactly four (4) people who are allowed to touch him without permission first. Dick, Jon, Bruce, and Talia in that order.

His eyes are actually naturally blue. The reason they are green is because of the Lazarus Pit. It’s always the Lazarus Pit. (They barely glow in the dark too, but you need to really pay attention to notice.)

He can wiggle his ears. The only people to ever witness it are Cass and Duke. They’ve been sworn to secrecy.

Whenever one of his many pets sleeps in his bed, he tries to stay as still as possible without touching them so they don’t get annoyed and leave, but they always worm their way into his arms.

As he grows, his family is surprised to learn that he isn’t building the same muscle as his dad. Instead, he’s lean like his mother due to an extremely fast metabolism. He eats a lot to maintain proper health. (His cheeks are still puffy when he sleeps, though. And when he smiles.)

Dick is his emergency contact for school, partially because Dick isn’t as busy, partially due to that time Bruce “died,” but mostly because Damian is terrified of disappointing Bruce if he ever gets in trouble. Thankfully, Dick is convincing Damian otherwise.

His favorite ever birthday gift comes from Tim. It’s a pottery studio he spent months building on their property in secret with several pottery wheels and a kiln.

His hands have always had a sort of surgical accuracy to them due to his stealth training, but it never came to the forefront of everyone’s mind until one particular mission when Tim got shot, and they needed to get the bullet out as quickly as possible. Despite being bigger than most of his family members by now, and Tim refusing to stay still the whole time, Damian was the only one capable of taking the bullet out. While riding in the Batmobile. Going 80 mph. Completely painlessly. Damian is immediately given the de facto role of Combat Medic.

Jon likes to send Good morning texts to Damian. At first, he didn’t know about the “only responds if it’s an emergency” thing, though, so he decided to stop after a few weeks of Damian never replying. Within an hour of not getting the usual text, Damian was at Jon’s house in full Robin gear to make sure he was okay.

He and Steph like to paint each other’s nails when one of them is stressed. After Damian comes out as pansexual, Steph paints little pride flags on his fingers.

He only plays Minecraft on creative mode. He likes building farms and wildlife preserves.

At 16, he gets asked out by a pretty girl in school that Damian had a crush on last year, but he thinks it’s a joke because he can’t fathom anyone liking him so he turns her down.

As he grows, his looks become more androgynous, again eerily resembling his mother, but his voice drops low enough that it doesn’t cause much misgendering.

Then he starts thinking of his gender a bit more and wonders if he’s also a They.

He likes to paint all over the soles of his shoes whenever he gets a new pair. No one will ever really see it, of course, and it eventually wears off the more he walks, but he knows it’s there.

It’s a nice day in the park. He’s doing homework on a picnic table while Titus and Ace run around, and he can’t stop thinking about his future.

Yesterday, there was a school assembly about choosing a career path. Alfred slid him an SAT prep book during breakfast. And his class was assigned one of those “Which career path is best for you?” quizzes.

He gets Veterinarian.

It takes a full five minutes as Damian stares at the results, thinking about the crazy, out-of-this-world idea of not being a vigilante or assassin his entire life, what it would be like if he just turned his back on the future which was so carefully laid out in front of him since birth, before it clicks into place.

Damian doesn’t want to be Batman.

He doesn’t want to lead the LoA either.

Two years later, Damian enrolls in Gotham University and majors in Wildlife Biology on the Pre-Vet track with a minor in Studio Arts. He gets a dorm room, works in the pottery studio, and volunteers at the local animal shelter.

He is content.

Does some of this stray from canon? Yes. However, I do not give a rat’s ass. Thank you, and goodnight.

Jane:*falls through the ceiling*

Cho, not looking up: hey Jane.

Jane, casually sitting up: hey.

I suddenly need the Mentalist/due South crossover where Patrick Jane and Benton Fraser sniff corpses, lick evidence, and spin wild plans to solve a crime. (All of it not competitively, not competitively at all, of course, solving a crime is not a competition even though they both absolutely need to win with every fiber of their beings.)

I feel like Jane would treat Fraser a little like Lisbon, in that he would delight in tweaking Fraser's lawfulness. (And I can just see him sourcing a Mountie costume and showing up in it one day...) And Fraser would be all polite polite polite polite polite pol--oh, thank goodness he's gone. After managing to do one grand outfoxing of Jane at the end, anyway, in what is absolutely not revenge for the teasing.

I'm torn on whether Jane would be able to read Fraser like a book or if he'd be stumped. I'm also not sure if Lisbon and pick-your-Ray would enjoy commiserating or become very defensive of the eccentrics they babysit.

-🌘🌗🌕-

✨Comfort✨

-🌘🌗🌕-

Lean on me

QUICK. POST THE SILLY.

I draw tf2 once a blue moon but I love my boys, I swear-

Med Down!!!

ok the way Sam says “you will not touch him again!” not like he’s being heroic but his eyes darting down to Frodo’s body and then up again to glare at Shelob and you can see tears in his eyes around the rage and he’s terrified, he never stops being afraid, and he’s not a fighter, but she will not touch him again

Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was brave, or loyal, or filled with rage. He sprang forward with a yell, and seized his master’s sword in his left hand. Then he charged. No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts; where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate. 

sometimes the movies get shit right

cars headcannons because i haven't done one in ages (lightning mcqueen edition)

lightning has sensory issues

he also has severe migraines

one time he raced with a migraine and afterwards hid on the back seat of the hornet in the underground car park

lightning is neruodivergent

growing up he lived in a trailer park

doc kicks himself when lightning gets diagnosed because he missed the signs

when lightning needs to concentrate he sits in ramone's garage as the white noise from the tools helps him

I think it’s interesting that when in the first movie the news find Lightning and all go to surround him, everyone stays still or steps(?) back, but Sheriff actually pulls forward a little closer to Lightning and I think that’s a sweet little detail

HHHhHhHh

might as well post this. post collar leo comic based off of the soul crushing fic that @eternalglitch wrote.

Sobbing at this

Nick and Ellis Imagine #4

TW: blood, death

“You’re safe.”

Nick caressed Ellis’ cheek with a bloody hand as he held him close to his chest, not wanting to accept the fact that his reason to live was dying in his arms. “Shh, shh. You’re safe, I’m here now,” The older man whispered with a smile of reassurance while Ellis wheezed. His life was slipping out of him, but he held tightly onto Nick like he wasn’t ready to die. “Ni…” He cuts off with a cough, blood leaking from his mouth as he tried to avoid suffocating on it.

“Don’t talk, love. Just go to sleep.” While his voice started to crack, Nick gently rubbed Ellis’ cheek with his thumb — the grip on his jacket becoming weak as he gave his lover’s cheek a desperate kiss before smiling with eyes blurred with tears.

“I love you.”

Nick had spent his final moments listening to Ellis’ hitching breath until he can no longer hear it, and he planned to follow him in the afterlife by simply pulling the trigger.

we were ROBBED to have the jump cut “2 days later” in the finale after el restarted max’s heart.

scenes of el and lucas’s indescribable relief and pure joy when max takes her first breath after her heart stops. scenes of steve, nancy, robin, dustin and erica (who all would have known what it meant when vecna’s plan happened) realizing max’s death and grieving for her, for their 15 year old friend who sacrificed herself for them, knowing they were too late. scenes of all of them reuniting and confirming that their friends are alive, that they made it through, and then finding out that max is alive and their indescribable relief

scenes of dustin having to say goodbye and leave eddie. scenes of steve, nancy, robin, lucas and erica finding out eddie’s gone and their terrible grief and guilt. scenes of them all appreciating eddie and having their own memorial bc even though hawkins hates him, they all know eddie munson was a hero and they appreciate what he did for them

scenes of mike, will, and jonathan’s relief when el wakes up because they were terrified of losing her too, scenes of their relief when she tells them all of their friends made it through

these scenes would have been hard but beautiful, and make no mistake, we were robbed