Daily Doodles- Day 56- 10/06/24

Daily Doodles- Day 19- 04/05/24

Leaf boy! 🌿

Lost my 'drawing boys that look like boys' skill during my years-long art block, so I thought I'd draw this guy for some practice.

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Daily Doodles- Day 145- 09/09/24

'Eliza Pepperton and Purple Grove Case Files'

That sounds like a really cool book! Unfortunately, it doesn't exist, but this drawing of Ms. Eliza Pepperton does!

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Just to let you know, if you've replied to a post that I've made and the first few words look and sound like fighting words, I stop reading and proceed to pretend like you never posted.

I REFUSE at my big age to fight on the internet. If you disagree with whatever I posted, that's fine, but it's also not my problem.

I used to fight on the internet when I was younger and it made me a mean, nasty and bitter person (only online, thankfully, but that nastiness stayed in my thoughts)

I'm older now, A LOT wiser (experience wise) and have got no time for internet BS! I came here to post art, read fan fics and occasionally post opinions.

Despite the foolishness that happens around here, I still quite enjoy Tumblr and I'm not letting anything ruin that for me!

Prompt #16

okay so this idea just popped into my head

So Danny is ghost King and obviously the ghost king has a summoning ritual but people are smart enough not to try and summon him so he did not worry about it but one day someone does summon him and he doesn’t know how to refuse it so he get summoned, but a summoning usually transforms the ghost or being into their true form and since Danny is technically still a baby ghost he transforms into a baby/toddler and with this transformation for some reason mainly because he is a half ghost half human his mental capacity transforms back to the same age

And now there is a baby ghost Danny sitting in a circle surrounded by weird unconscious cultus heroes and someone who looks like his brother but older.

On the DC side of this Damien alongside, Batman and the rest of the bat family and a few other heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman are trying to stop this cult from summoning a very dangerous and evil being but they get there too late and the summoning finishes as they knock out the cultist but what they don’t expect to see is a toddler around the age of four sitting in the middle of the circle,slightly floating off the ground with white hair, green eyes freckles they glow like stars looking confused, scared and uncertain.

Everyone’s obviously confused, but Damien is having a silent panic attack cause that is his twin brother his twin brother who died at the age of four his twin brother that he killd when they were only four years old, his twin who never got to meet their father or live life all because he was selfish and wanted to be the only air to the Demons head.

Daily Doodles- Day 148- 12/09/24

Did some pattern doodles in this girl's hair! Another fun idea for some sticker art!

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Daily Doodles- Day 91- 15/07/24

Continued with the coloured pencils and drew a simple dress with some flowers. 🌺🌺🌺

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An excerpt from the current story I've been writing.

She had noticed them immediately as she raised her head to breathe in the unusually cool air. They stopped her in her tracks and she nearly fell over as she missed the steep step-down on the broken sidewalk.  There were many of them and they hovered still in the sky as far as her eye could see. They were smooth, ice-grey disks with no other defining features. They almost blended in with the grey of the sky, but they were so big that they could not be missed. Carissa stared up at them, open-mouthed, hardly believing what she was seeing and hardly believing that no one else was seeing this as she wildly whipped her head around to see if anyone else was gaping up at the sky. The old lady in her yard across the street was watering her plants. The school girl in her blue uniform further up the street was giggling at her phone. The lanky man wearing a graphic t-shirt and ridiculously sagged jeans swerved around her on the sidewalk, shooting her an annoyed glance as he passed. Trinidadians were known for making a scene when they saw something out of the ordinary.  Maybe she was just seeing things.

This is still unedited, but I know I'll be keeping this section in.

☘︎ odd rabbits' motifs ☘︎

Creative Projects- Masterlist

A masterlist for the fun stuff I share sometimes.

Creative Tag- #agprojects

-Hand Sewn Three- Tiered Maxi Skirt Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”