#shoot dang

[basiatlu]

Day 17: Ritual

I did this in 2 1/2 hrs — I’m a smidge proud.

#should have put the snake kettle in the last panel too #shoot dang #smooches #and they were roommates #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #harry james potter #comics #comic art #boshhptober2023 #drawtober #tea and toast #sorry it’s so messy #boshdraws

[d-structive]

Mark is once again understimating the thirst of all the horni people...XD

#markiplier #shoot dang

[raphieartz]

Cream

#ask #raphie asks #damn #shoot dang #my brain. #my brain…

[i-dont-know-maybe-cake]

Put Markiplier as Candyman in Night Cafe Ai Generator… I think it’s more Dead space which is pretty fitting

#ai art #night cafe #night cafe ai #markiplier #The Candyman #candyman #dead space #horror #dead in space #shoot dang #mark iplier

[5t4r5and5uch01]

What i did for that one trend on twt. My fave Blue sillies. 💙💙💙

#yes i know its flipped and not completely the same as the meme but who cares #i havent finished a digital project since FOREVER #it feels so good #i kinda rushed the coloring at the end but it turned out good ig #dang i just realized this is the first compeleted digital art that i post on here #i was debating which Leo to draw bc you know…i LOVE all of them (mostly at least) #but i chose Rise Leo cuz ive been thinking about him…A LOT lately #and Gus will always be superior #and Bluey is my lil twin sister so if u mess with her imma shoot u #or she’ll shoot u first before i can #tmnt #rottmnt #save rise of the turtles #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise leo #toh #the owl house #gus porter #toh gus #toh season 3 #bluey #bluey heeler #bluey fanart #why do i always yap sm on the tags?? #my art #I think we’re gonna have to kill this guy

[storge]

Stay still. Almost done.

Love Me, Love My Voice (2023) 1.11

#love me love my voice #很想很想你 #cdramaedit #userdramas #cdrama #asiandramanet #cdramasource #dailyasiandramas #asiancentral #asiandramasource #zhou ye #tan jianci #tuserjade #mymymy #ep 11 #i shooting lazerrr beamssss to the screen while watching this #BRO LOOK UP STOP LOOKING AT THAT DANG WATCH #he is actually really nice guy and i love him but boiii really needs a few tips #i can say girliee is def more advanced in the romanticismmmmmm department cause she was trying to do some kind of something somethingggggg #he great on the flirting and attentiveness and all the good bf stuff but he needs a bit more actionnn lolol #when he texted his friends later asking what to do with girls i was cacklingggggg

[bougiebutchbitch]

BABYGIRL JUST GOT SHOT

#i AM VIBRATING #HURT HIM MORE <3 #I just - I forgot about this episode holy SHIT #what a way to start the episode #who'd wanna hurt you? asks the shooter #THEN SHOOTS HIM AGAIN #DANG #house musta really pissed this guy off lmao

[silverstarsheep]

A Gearbox, an Accordion, and a Little Soul update... sometime soon.

For a little fun, I started keeping a log of my progress on this chapter. Good gravy. XD

#Shooting for Monday #Gotta review it a few thousand times lol #no small task with 8K WORDS GOSH DANG ME #Fake Peppino #Toppin Monsters #Pizza Tower

[13eyond13]

me @ Makima while reading Chainsaw Man vol 10: ok there Light Yagami

#wtf is even going on here anymore hahaha #I'm just reading it like 😦 #I feel like I only comprehend about 20% of any of the devil and fighting stuff going on at any time btw #but anyways I comprehend enough to know that volumes 9 and 10 have been particularly harsh on the cast #shoot. dang a sonic #csm #csm spoilers #chainsaw man spoilers #p

[oleander-nin]

So uhh

I'm going to be prioritizing my art for a while because I really want to start doing comics and stuff as well

and while I feel I have writing down to at least somewhere I can solidly say it's decent, I don't feel the same with my art at all.

This isn't me saying I'm stopping writing, I think I'll be able to continue to keep up w/ Friday fics, I'm just saying that I might sometimes have to skip a week, or it'll be on a different day

y'know I actually don't know why I'm telling you guys this but uh

yeah<3

k toodles

#asks <3 #TWOAL ain't stopped either #i'm just slow #and lazy #lol #rip to my 32 requests #those are gonna be there for a while #only 4ish fridays in a month #so #8 months to finish them all ig #dang #that's kinda sad #uh #y'all might get writing bombed for a while #because I'm not waiting 8 months to reopen requests #that hurts #SHOOT AND I HAVE THE 500 THING #y'all gonna be ignored<3 #love you my pumpkin patch #sorry

[basiatlu]

F2: Pansy and Ginny for the ask game. 🥺👉👈

Wanna see them girlies menace each other (in a gay way)

Hello dearest!! I wanna see that toooo~

((Btw sorry these are taking so long, guys 💖 I want to do all of them for you since you all ask so nicely but they keep multiplying… ))

#ginsy #right? ginsy?? #or is it #ginnsy #shoot dang #the beards are ‘fighting’ again #drarry and ginnsy helping each other keep things on the low until they’re ready #too bad they’re all so terrible at not being obviously gay around each other #pansy parkinson #ginny weasley #the weasleys #sapphic #witches #Harry Potter #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #pose meme #Pansy x Ginny #boshdraws

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Emptied Spaces

Vi recalls her first nights as a new recruit to Zaun.

From a work in progress set after 'heron blue,' an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and hurt/comfort abound.

A series of tinny pricks muddle the air. 

"He's not all bad, you know," her sister mumbles. 

Vi presses her nails into her palm. 

In her mind's eye, a litany of refusals. 

She sees the stairs down to the storeroom—their old room—that she'd found boarded up, paint streaked over the walls: a glaring, caution-taped denial to any who dared to enter. She sees Jinx slumped at the bar, dotting black varnish on her nails, flippant as anything to Vi's tight-mouthed questions of what had happened to their things; if there was anything left.

Just ghouls and ghosts, Jinx had said, in an accent not her own, and shot a whip-fire glare through her fringe. Then she'd grinned, cold and feline. Droused on, Key's in Silky's desk, if you care that much.

Like that room was nothing more than an ill memory, to her. Her and Vi's things. Mylo and Claggor's things. Mom and Dad's things. Vander's—

Like all of it wasn't theirs, anymore.

(Never had been.)

They had new rooms, now—ones of their own, only paces down that dark-lamped hall from each other.

Just days prior, that rat had dangled hers in front of her, in some twisted attempt at an olive branch.

It had ridiculous wallpaper and jade-tinted windows; furnishings absurdly ornate, for all their simplicity; shelves upon shelves filled with books she'd never read. They'd given her a bed with smuggled silk sheets and feathered pillows—the kind any Fissure brat in their right mind would dive into, relishing in the best sleep they'd had in years. A luxury all of them deserved. 

Her own room. A real, proper room.

Not four walls and a cot.

(Not a room with Powder.)

In silence, that bastard had stood behind her: smoke and spice on his clothes, a chill like an autumn sea seeping off his bones. The shadow of his suit had lingered in her periphery, unnervingly still. Spindly hands folded at his back; too-clean shoes canted, unmoving. 

Will it suffice? he'd graveled, eventually.

Vi'd fought down the urge to scoff.

Suffice.

As if he couldn't give a damn that he'd paid for it all on the backs of children carting industry wares as much as vials of liquid death; hadn't taken up his keep in their home, Vander's home—claimed the damned thing unrightfully as his own—and now had carved out a pathetic share to toss back to her.

Vi'd found her voice. Our old room was fine.

Hands ticking at his back. If you'd prefer to sleep on the boxes, then be my guest.

She said you emptied it.

Silence ebbing, knifing. A heaviness had snared around his bones: the kind that had rage smelting around it, slow-simmered and tightly leashed: one that set the hairs on her nape rising.

In it was an image. A memory he wouldn't give her the privilege to share.

She didn't want to picture it.

Powder, eleven years old, bruises on her cheek, standing alone in the center of that storeroom. 

Powder, frozen, for minutes or hours or ages—a tattered bunny squeezed between her hands, blood still on her clothes—before the screams finally tore their way out of her.

She didn't want to picture it—but the thought had itched within her, like a virus. She couldn't blink it out.

It's been emptied enough, Silco had answered her: a slither of a hiss. His mismatched stare had veered away, notched to an unseen point in the wall.

Under your orders? Vi'd pressed on.

Another tick of his fingers.

He'd known they'd already spoken about it. That she was aware, by then, that it was Powder—Jinx—who wanted nothing to do with that room: who couldn't sleep in it, couldn't stand to be in it; could only hover at the foot of those stairs, boots welded through the floor, every time this shark-skinned thing offered for her to go through her belongings and do with the space as she wished. 

A denial Vi couldn't grapple with had pooled nauseously in her. One he'd had no qualms in laying out to dry.

I will remind you, Silco had said, placid for all its venom, once, by whose request you are here. And he'd stared her down, like a beast waiting to strike: head tilted, eyes inhuman: chloroform polluting the sea-foam of the living one, magma igniting the ore of the dead. 

Nothing but a dull indifference. Bemusement glazed beneath a fanged snarl. 

He didn't see her as a threat, she'd realized. Not as mirrored strength to be wary of, the way Vander had. 

In the path of his leering, she felt like a child. A gutless, gut-twisted kid.

Like a pair of boxing gloves squeezed shamefully behind her back, and her father's glare simmering above her, a finger lifted slowly between them—Don't you leave her alone, again. 

In his image, the words twisted. A different voice. A dead eye. A threat that bastard didn't need to speak.

She'd heard it, all the same.

Give her one reason to regret that choice, and I will see you out, myself.

"Y'know what's funny?" Jinx says, plucking another piece of metal off her knee. Vi's fingers stutter around her hair. "You've got way more in common than you think. Little spit-fire peas in a pod, really—all Zaun this, Fissurefolk that—No pickles in the stew, Jinx; No bombs in the basement, Birdie-blue." Her sister pitters into a snort, piranha-teeth gleam over the shoulder. "It's bonkers. Like I've got two of ya, now."

And Vi pictures him occupying a similar space in this bar, this room, in her sister's own head. Pictures, dreads, refuses the thought of him toiling over a stove, with little Powder's fingertips peeking against the counter: of him standing bland and impatient in the glittering eaves of a Piltie tailor, wrinkling his brow at the colors this girl insisted on piecing together; of him waking to her tear-muddled face at ungodly hours of the morning, as Vi had done so many years before, and groggily flipping back the sheets; of holding her, at all, in a space that never should have been emptied, in the first place.

The thought curdles in her throat.

Six years—nearly seven, now.

Now, her sister speaks about Powder like a dead self. She spends her free hours dancing around that monster's desk. She has nightmares more vile that the ones Vi remembers, that made voices crawl from the walls, the kind that said the nights would never end and that none of them would ever come back, never come back again (and Mom and Dad never did, and Vander was taken from them)—

And still. 

Still, after all of it—after those terrors would send her panicked and shaken into the hall, with Vi's door already cracked and waiting; after the years Vi had cared for her, reassured her, done her best to be the lovely softness that their mother was, that she feared she could never be—Jinx would go to him, first.

Vi squeezes her eyes shut. 

Slowly, the comb picks through another tangle.

"Two of us, huh?" she mutters, a fire in her chest—and denies it.

#picking up this fic again #*finally* finished the opening ahgh #i can't wait to finish this dang thing #all kinds of emotional whump you can expect here: #vi stewing over her memories/regrets of trying to raise powder - and not understanding why jinx has changed so drastically #vi thinking - both fondly and resentfully - of her and powder's father #(and refusing to accept the ways she's beginning to find points of comparison between him and silco) #vi meeting demian the gunsmith (aka silco's on/off fling winkwonk) #sister bonding time over birthday gifts #and emotional crime family shooting lessons #i'll probably cry editing it it'll be a great time #arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #writing #silco #vi #jinx

[hurlyburlytopsyturvy]

mega hullabaloo time - thank you guys for 200 followers! ( ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ²⁴⁰ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ’ᵐ ˡᵃᵗᵉ )

i’ve been a fan of hs since 2014 and just recently got the cojones to post my art — and its been fun! the support i’ve gotten has been rad — even @jamesroach reblogged one of my goofy hs:bc posts??? it was a while back but i still shitted my pants, thank you man, that was cool of you!

and that goes to all y’all, i appreciate all the likes, reblogs, and comments in the reblogs, y’all rock

anyway, i’m working on some art for this, but i FUCKED my drawing hand UP, so its taking me a bit; in the meantime i homestuck-ified a shit ton of memes in celebration and’ll be posting more soon :)

#hurly talks #the rest i’m posting later are all drawingy memes #not edits like these btw #i’m also rendering smth but my hand died and it requires details #awww shoot dang a sonic #homestuck #hs #hom3stuck #davepetasprite #dirk strider #june egbert #j egbert

[ghcstcd]

Would you still like me if i was cringe and mixed my fandom sketchies with my oc sketchies on the same page?

#trying to convince myself to draw my oc's more. and my brain is like 'they must be separate' but then I end up not drawing them :/ #because there is no blorbo oc content if I do not make it :'/ #boy howdy apparently my brain is juice because I struggled writing the word 'content' for a hot minute there #what'd they do to me at the hospital yesterday? Shoot Dang / j

[lemongrass-and-buttercups]

i need someone to kill me right now please and thank you

#bREAKFAST. I N B E D. #ED TELLING STEDE ABOUT THE DANG MERMAID THING #SHOOT ME PLEASE #little talks #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means death spoilers

[mintjeru]

color wheel challenge 💙 blue tsushima "yohane" yoshiko from love live! sunshine!!

open for better quality | no reposts | some yohane rambling under the cut

not a very large yohane collection here (bc i spent all my loveca on rin ;;;) but chinese maid dress and idolized punk rock yohane were my dream URs. both the idolized and unidolized chinese maid dress artworks are pretty so i was happy w/ this one copy. for SSRs, i'm pretty sure i also had an unidolized circus yohane but the card wasn't recorded in my school idol tomodachi account so i don't have it listed here.

#yoshiko tsushima #yohane tsushima #love live #love live sunshine #llsif #fanart #myart #doodle #ok listen. i needed a blue character so we're back in love live #yohane is my fav aqours member not only bc her voice is powerful but also bc she always sings rock #yes i am a guilty kiss fan as well #there was a period in my life where i shipped her w/ r.iko and drew fanart and etc #fav yohane songs are 'tatehoko tsubasa' and her solo version of 'deep resonance' bc dang does she go off with her high note in that one #fav guilty kiss songs are 'strawberry trapper' obviously and 'shooting star warrior' #f.ischl who? yohane is the only chuuni in my heart