The Amount Of Pain I Went Through For Just These Two Seconds

When you try to draw yourself but it ends up looking like that one British streamer everyone loves

Arcane oc Ivory! Younger and present day version :) they’re a firelight and an artist who makes prosthetics for a living!

Happy Monday, All!

My mom loves Superman. And especially Christopher Reeve's Superman.

So, 10 years ago, when I was teaching myself gouache painting... I did this little painting for her.

It hangs proudly in her laundry room... right next to the detergent.

My mom is my biggest fan.

Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. ♥♥♥

Scott

Look away.. Look awaaayy

I wanted to try out a very stylized style! It was fun to not have to worry about proper portions and stuff

i absolutely ADORE ur Tim and Cassandra art

Oh thank you so much! Have some really rough sketches of them for your enjoyment <3

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"Remember when I disappeared sometime in April?" Villain asked, looking up at Hero with those hazel eyes they could never read. "I told you that I had an emergency mission. That was a lie." They paused. "Supervillain kidnapped me."

Hero stared at them, eyes wide. "But why would they do that?"

"They were going to force me to marry them. Hero, I-"

They stepped forwards and gently pressed their lips against their Villain's. "I'm sorry, Villain." they whispered.

"What? For what?"

The door slammed open, and Hero stepped backwards, suddenly out of Villain's reach - all too far away, all too quickly.

They felt breath on their neck, and then a whisper. Their heart froze. They knew that voice. "Looks like you're mine again, darling."

Supervillain.

this moment is Seared into my brain 

It's you!

“I haven't had my first kiss either.”

“Hmm... what about if we gave our first kisses to each other?”

had to as soon as i saw this prompt by @creweemmaeec11

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The villain raised a single brow.

“Are you really willing to do that?” They murmured, but their voice was flat and it didn’t seem as though they were all that bothered by the hero’s proposal. Hero, in turn, seemed visibly eager, shuffling closer to them with a small grin.

“Well, won’t it be a good opportunity?” They pressed. “Then we’ll have good experience for our lover, right? We can help each other.”

The villain picked at their nails nonchalantly. It didn’t seem like they were willing to put up a fight, or deny the hero’s proposal. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hero’s eyes lit up with a strange sort of excitement. “Great.” They turned their body so they were facing them, shifting even closer towards them. The villain’s eyes found theirs and their hands fell back into their lap.

Hero swallowed. They hadn’t realised what a pretty colour their eyes were.

“Okay.” This time their voice wasn’t so confident. “So, shall we just...?”

The hero gently grabbed their wrists and placed their hands on their shoulders. The villain didn’t fight or even make an attempt to pull their arms away, letting the hero do the same.

“Like that, right? This should be fine.”

The villain sighed and their brow kicked up. “Hero, I know you haven’t kissed anybody, but you’re proving you have never seen it either.”

Their cheeks went a blazing red, face wrinkling into a grimace. “This is just practice! It doesn’t have to look good.”

Villain averted their gaze and shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

Huffing, the hero squirmed into a more comfortable position, an inch closer, and their eyes darted down to the villain’s lips.

“I’m going to lean forward now.”

“Stop commentating and hurry up. You’re making it awkward.”

Before they snapped a fustrated reply, the hero gingerly leaned closer, tilting their head, their lips pressing against the villain’s. It was softer than they had imagined, and they quickly pulled back, ears pink.

“How was that?”

The villain stared at them in disbelief. “Hero, that was a peck.”

“We touched lips. It’s still a kiss.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to kiss back,” they murmured, sliding their hands closer to their neck. The hero released a sharp sigh and waved their arm.

“Okay. Fine. Let’s try again then,” they demanded, squeezing their shoulders. “For longer, this time.”

They both met in the middle and the hero was as surprised the first time when the villain pressed their lips against theirs, a little firmer. They squeezed their eyes shut.

“Move your lips,” the villain whispered against their mouth. The hero hummed in response and they shyly obeyed, making the villain smirk devilishly.

The hero’s eyes snapped open in surprise when the villain’s hand gripped the back of their neck, pulling them closer, and their lips moved more feverishly against theirs than before. They were moving expertly against theirs, making shivers roll down their spine.

Heat burned their cheeks as they clumsily tried to match the villain’s movements, feeling more like they were being devoured than practicing innocently.

When the villain pulled away, the hero gasped for breath, their stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“I thought...” They were breathless and weak in the knees. “I thought you’d never kissed anyone!”

With a smirk on their lips, the villain merely chuckled. “Well. Maybe I lied.”

But before Hero could scold them, Villain was already kissing them again.

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ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks