Somewhat Belated Entry For Day 14 Of @symbruary - Favorite Fanworks! 

Composition Studies by Howard Hsu 

what in the actual hell is wrong with me

Comic Symbrock VS Movie Symbrock.

More symbabies please? I love your ficlets!

The gravel beside the hedge crunches and two worn trainers shuffle into view. Sleeper tenses, trying to scoot back further under the hedge.

The shoes shift, one threadbare knee comes into view, and then a large dark eye.

Sleeper whimpers softly to himself, tensing to run-

The eye blinks, then drops down a bit further- the dirty face of a young boy. He makes soft little squeak-kissing noises, rubs his fingers together.

It’s not- threatening. Not yet, anyway. Sleeper shivers, it’s still raining outside. He doesn’t want to run.

“Here bunny.” The boy reaches very slowly under the hedge, still rubbing his fingers together. “It’s okay.”

Sleeper’s nose twitches, it don’t mean anything to him- but the host wants to come closer- the little fingers suggest the boy has food, and the rabbit is hungry.

He hesitates, but when the boy’s hands stretch in almost far enough to touch his fur, he scuttles back into the roots of the bush.

“Okay.” The hand pulls away. “Just stay here.”

He stands up, and the tatter trainers crunch away. Sleeper huffs in relief, suddenly aware of how fast his little rabbit’s heart is beating. The host stirs fretfully in the back of their mind. It’s hungry, it’s never gone so long without hay.

There’s a little wispy grass under the bush. Sleeper gives it a tentative nibble, it’s tasteless and stringy, and the rabbit looks longingly at the thick lawn just beyond the hedge.

There’s a clatter of pebbles, and the trainers are back. Sleeper shoots back into the roots, huddling down in the shadows.

“I’m here.” The boy sounds out of breath. “Just thought- you might be hungry? And rabbits like vegetables?”

He kneels down again, and reaches his hand out- not as far in as before, but Sleeper’s nose twitches at the strange, faintly alien smell.

But not alien to the host’s mind.

Food.

The boy opens his hand, revealing a few slightly crushed lettuce leaves. “We didn’t have any carrots.” Apologetic.

The host desperately wants to lean in and nibble. Sleeper hovers; is this safe? People wouldn’t be giving food to animals they wanted to kill, right? But what about- poison?

He really wants his parents here.

“It’s okay.” The boy whispers, “You can eat, it’s safe.”

He remembers Eddie gently moving him out of the way of a cluster of bottles- ‘ah-ah, that’s poisonous. Not safe, not for kiddies.’

Poison isn’t for children to use, so the lettuce is probably safe. Sleeper shuffles forwards, far enough to lean in and snatch a mouthful.

It’s wet and floppy, slippery between his teeth. Sleeper grimaces, but the rabbit is delighted, munching and munching, and when the boy’s hand moves away, just a little, they shift forwards to keep eating.

Back and back and suddenly Sleeper stops. They’re out in the open, on the gravel. The boy is squatted beside them, adding little strips of lettuce to the pile in his hand.

“It’s okay.” And his voice is soft, gentle. He’s not his parents, but- it’s soothing all the same, and Sleeper really, really wants to believe everything is okay right now.

The boy’s free hand lowers, and touches them on the shoulders. Both Sleeper and the rabbit freeze, but the boy doesn’t grab them, doesn’t hurt. His hand is gentle, running through their fur in gentle strokes.

“‘m not gonna hurt you.” The boy continues, stroking them over and over, pausing the scratch behind their ears. It feels so good, almost like being held by Venom and Eddie, Sleeper slumps down, rolls on his side and closes his eyes. The panic is fading, and under it, he’s exhausted.

They hear the coming rain before they feel it, a low rhythmic beat on the roofs and tree leaves. The heavy drops splash on their ears, on the soft coat of underfur at their belly. Sleeper starts up, trying to fluff up his rapidly soaking fur.

The boy pulls up his coat to shield them. “Hey,” he whispers. “Want to come in with me? It’s dry in there, and I can get you more food.”

Sleeper looks up and down the street. A car passes in a haze of rain, slashing up a wave of gutterwater. No Venom, no Eddie. They can’t stay here all night.

He hops closer to the boy, and when he reaches down, doesn’t try to run. The boy picks them up gently, one arm under their bottom, bracing all four paws on his chest. It’s- not great, but okay, and the boy is warm and dry.

“Well done.” The boy whispers, and hurries into the house.

They clatter in through the front door, and Sleeper catches a glimpse of a dark room, a chair and the shimmering screen of a TV- then they’re going up the stairs at top speed. The boy ducks through a door, and quickly closes it behind them.

“Okay.” He whispers, and switches on the light. Sleeper blinks as the sudden blaze of light hurts their eyes.

It’s a small bedroom, a bed half hidden under old clothes, more clothes strewn over the floor. A little desk is huddled by the window, buried in books. The boy shoves the clothes off his bed, and makes a little nest in the blankets. “Here, it’s warm, I’ll just go and-”

“BOY!” A roar from downstairs.

The boy tenses, “Just- stay here, okay? I’ll- sort something out-”

“GET DOWN HERE!”

The boy puts them in the nest, strokes them again quickly. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you more lettuce, okay?”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO FETCH YOU?”

“NO, DAD!” The boy yells back. “Just- don’t move, please. If he sees you-” he winces. “I won’t be long-”

“GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE DYLAN.”

Let’s interact with the spider gang!

Miguel: Okay raise of hands who actually has a brain cell here?

Peter B:

Ham:

Noir:

Poppy:

Miles:

Gwen: *starts to raise hand*

Miles: *Lowers hand*

Peni: Does it count if it’s in the possession of my spider, and not me

-🕷🕸-

Miles: Strange flex but cool beans

Gwen: Freaky flexing but whatever

Peni: Quirky characteristic but allowed

Poppy: Abnormal brag but continue

Noir: Strange flaunt, but alas

Ham: Unorthodox display of hubris but very well

Peter B: So this is what hell is like

-🕷🕸-

Poppy: You guys never heard of Batman? Or the Justice League?

Everyone, putting away their comics: No...

Alternatively

Miles: So Nick Fury of all people come up to me-

Poppy: Woah woah woah. Like the comic book hero?

Ham: ???

Miles: Comic book hero?

Poppy: Yeah, Nick Fury, played by Samuel L. Jackson, wears an eyepatch, ominous as fuck

Miles: Weird, that sound just like him. Here, look *shows picture*

Poppy:

Poppy, softly: Holy fuck

-🕷🕸-

Miguel: I just feel like I’m doing all the work and I’m not getting any credit-

Poppy: Let me ask you a very fair question. What do you do successfully

Miguel:

Poppy: Quickly

-🕷🕸-

Poppy and Gwen, to Peni: Aren’t you tired of going apeshit

P and G: DON’T YOU WANT TO BE NICE?!

Peni: No :3

-🕷🕸-

Noir: On one hand it’s very good to have someone you can talk to about your feelings

Noir: On another hand this whole group is ready to storm my dimension to commit several murders and I don’t know how long I can hold them back

-🕷🕸-

Mary Jane: Peter, if we are going to have a relationship again, I think it is best we talk about children before starting anything

Peter B: Okay, okay. I have four children

Mary Jane:

Mary Jane: Wha-

Peter B: They’re technically not mine, but the bond just happen y’know! We meet up every weekend in Miles dimension for burgers, I can introduce you to them then!

Mary Jane: I was gone for like a year what the fuck happened

-🕷🕸-

Poppy: Hey Peter can we visit your dimension next week!

Peter B: Ask your mother

Miles: ...Who’s the mother of the group?

Gwen: Hey Ham-

-🕷🕸-

Mary Jane: Hi I’m MJ and this is the Mary Janes

The Spider gang, all wearing handle bar mustaches: GO GWEN!!!!

-🕷🕸-

Peter B, who borrowed Poppy’s phone to look something up: You have a girl’s group chat?

Poppy: Obviously. It’s where we send memes to each other

Peter B: You guys already send memes to the group chat

Poppy: Oh nononono

Poppy: It’s where we send memes specifically about you guys

-🕷🕸-

Peter B, Ham, and Noir: I can’t believe we adopted four unruly teenagers

Aunt May: Join the club

-🕷🕸-

Peni: As the once great fire god said

Peni: “I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid”

-🕷🕸-

Mission: Calls for a self sacrificing idiot

Every spider, immediately: I VOLUNTEER!!!

-🕷🕸-

Poppy and Gwen: We only had Peni for a day and a half

P and G: But if anything happened to her we will destroy everything in this dimension and then ourselves

The Spider dudes, nodding: Valid

-🕷🕸-

Peni: Leg

Gwen: Shoulders

Miles: Knees

Poppy: And toes

Peni: You idiots it’s ‘HEAD shoulders knees and toes!’

Poppy: You started it with legs?!?

Peni: THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS PLANNING

-🕷🕸-

Poppy: I miss Normie

Miles: Uh, anyone else?

Poppy: JJ? MJ? Betty? Of course I miss them!

Miles: Do you not have a whole ass sibling back home?!

Poppy:

Miles:

Poppy: p e t e r

Peter B, Ham, Noir: Suddenly, I don’t feel safe anymore

-🕷🕸-

Gwen: I don’t dance when I fight

Gwen: I perform

*whole badass dance-fight scene*

Doc Ock: 10/10!

-🕷🕸-

Ham: Become Spider-Ham they said

Ham: It would be fun they said

Ham, pointing to apartment where the Spidergang is: LOOK WHAT I WOKE UP TO THIS MORNING

-🕷🕸-

Peter B: So we’re going to be all sneaky to get the information

Peni: Or, hear me out

Peni: Explosions

-🕷🕸-

Peter B, upon meeting the spiderkids: You remind me of myself when I was younger

Peter B: This will end badly for everyone

-🕷🕸-

Miguel: Okay who here is actually straight

Peter B:

Noir:

Ham:

Miles:

Poppy:

Gwen:

Peni: *starts to raise hand but pauses*

Peni: *shakes head and lowers hand*

Photographer  Chen Chengguang’s Photos Of Ospreys In Hunting Mode Show How Calculated Everything In Nature Is.

a little larger than the entire universe - fernando pessoa // hafsa qasim // rosewater1997 // iphigenia in forest hills - janet malcolm // img // genesis 3:6

Hello :D I was wondering, how do you make outlining not look so harsh and out of place when it comes to digital art?

So for lines my style (1), for lines to not look hard I depend a lot on the how hard I push my pen down on my tablet ex. 

So if you don’t want your lines to look too harsh put less pressure on your pen. 

But there are other ways to make your lines appear more softer like this is my line art layer rn right?

you add skin color 

then make a new layer on top of the line layer and clip the layer and add colors to the line.

that usually helps with making the lines look less harsh. I also suggest not using black for lines :000

For painting wise

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I need More Echomax hcs in my life now help.

I just wanted you to know I’m evilly swirling my sauvignon blanc in its glass right now and snickering at this newly constructed corner of rarepair hell. Ask and ye shall receive, my friend.

>When Echo was captured by Talon, Maximilien was the first person to insist they treat her civilly and like a lady. He also told the other Talon goons that he would help make her more compliant with his ‘irresistable charms.’ This ended up with him Plasma-blasted in a crater on the opposite side of Echo’s cell. He fell in love instantly.

>Max gets bristly every time Echo brings up McCree. 

Maximilien: Now, ma colombe, you know I wouldn’t use the term ‘meatsack barbarian’ lightly—

Echo: Are you… jealous?

Maximilien: WHAT!? Of all the ridiculous— Jealous?! Me?! Of a Sonora-sandblasted vagrant?!

Echo: *smirks* You’re jealous.

Maximilien: *muttering* My chem-receptors indicate he smells like feet and old bacon and is not worthy of your attentions.

>I’ve mentioned before that a lot of omnics get these modifications to their chassis that allow them to receive a pleasure response from physical touch in certain spots–this is usually to accommodate organic partners who are more dependent on physical touch for intimacy, but these omnics go on to be able to still be stimulated by other omnic partners. Maximilien has these modifications, Echo’s own sensory intake is… a bit more unique. She tends to just remotely correlate her pleasure response to Max’s when they’re being cozy and cuddly together. They’re considered very touchy for an inorganic couple. 

>Since Echo’s face is mostly a hologram projection, Max’s hand phases right through it when he touches it, so it looks kind of weird to other people but Max and Echo consider it very soft and intimate when half of Max’s hand is just… phased through Echo’s face.

>Max was very into the sleek and modern and minimalist look but after he got together with Echo it’s like, “No I’ve always liked having fresh-cut flowers around my office, what are you talking about?”