Source unknown // Batman: The Killing Joke // Sylvie Baumgartel, Pink // Batman: Zero Year -- Secret City // Malia Makana, Like Differently Love // Batman: The Killing Joke // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot // Batman: The Killing Joke // Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves //
All of a sudden, guests appeared on your doorstep. Would you let them in? - and other spooky arts of mine that I put into one post! Undead creatures, lots of bones and some blood are included. — ANOTHER UPDATE: This art as I’m still proud of it Bury them deep can be found here
Sorry for spamming with this post, it just collects pretty much every personal favorite art of mine, especially the first one. It sums up everything I - love - x))
Recently I got back to my old AU Pticenoga and Vaughn stuff, which can be found here and here , and decided to upload more arts to this site Plus my BF and I were working on some AU BL fanfic, and I wanted to illustrate one of the scenes from it (the blasting one 💥)
Hedwig/Pticenoga also has a human form, she’s a “wild siren“ as I call her, because she’s been exposed to the “wild“ Eridium at a very young age and it gave her this side effect. Normally sirens just grow wings; in her case it went way further
It’s not canon of course and there’s no Pticenoga in the original game, but I still like this little thingy. Especially after BL3 came out (sadly, it was nothing that I expected and left me a little disappointed). I also appreciate that some of you guys really love this AU, and it means a lot to me. UPD - added more arts + the cursed stuff + cursed strip lol
UPD - I added another comic and another cursed thing
UPD - lost a bit of self-control lol
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I also had to remove a couple of arts from this post but you can always find them here if you’re interested.
And I’m sorry for the spam but I’m having a blast with these two %)))
Shared a bit more human stuff, first art is new
I hate this website because I heard “Thinking Out Loud” by Edward Sheeran and all I could think about was that one fucking video you know the one
Hey bud the hint only made me more confused
I’m so honored I get to share this with you
Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do
This
fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.
hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.
hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy
hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it
hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently
hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love
horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho
quick comic on being young and wanting love
Lee nods and keeps his searing eye contact. Gaara had read that it’s polite to make eye contact when speaking to another person, but everyone he’s tried it with always seems to look away or cower. Lee looking into his eyes feels, if Gaara was being honest, slightly unnerving, but mostly, Gaara feels noticed. Lee is paying attention to him and him only. It makes Gaara feel like someone actually cares; someone actually wants to listen to what a monster says.
They’re laying down on a sand dune and the night sky above them may be one of the most beautiful things Lee’s ever seen—second only to the boy laying next to him.
The stars are all on display and a faraway galaxy strikes through them like a tiger’s claw would slash through flesh. It’s a rare night to hear nothing but their breaths; all of the wind has temoporarily disappeared. Lee peaks over to his left to see Gaara’s pale face lightly reflect the stars, making Gaara look like he was made from stardust. Lee wouldn’t be surprised if that were true, since he finds it unfathomable that Gaara, out of everything in the universe, is the thing he’s drawn to the most. Every star, every jewel, every flower, artwork, kata, fight, scar, everything and everyone, all invisible and all silent like the winds tonight, are incomparable to how much Lee finds himself in love with Gaara.
It should worry Lee that Gaara has him wrapped around his fingers, as they have both sworn loyalty to different hidden villages, but Lee knows Gaara would never harm him. He feels like he’s baring his neck open and letting Gaara hold a kunai to it. It’s dangerous but Lee feels at absolute ease because Gaara promised he would never draw Lee’s blood again.
Lee loves this boy and he finds himself wanting to hold onto Gaara close to his chest and shield all of the world’s cruelties away from him. He wants to kiss every inch of skin on Gaara’s small frame. He wants their bodies to slot together and make Gaara feel good; Lee’s actions have always been better than his words. He wants to be bound to Gaara, like the moon to the Earth, a constant by his side for millennia.
But this? Being able to lay next to him but never being able to touch Gaara like he really wants to, protect Gaara like he really wants to, tell Gaara he loves him like he really wants to… That’s okay too. Lee’s heart breaks but it’s better than Lee holding Gaara’s heart in his hands. Gaara deserves someone as amazing to treasure him. Someone who shines just as bright to love him.
Because Gaara is the stars.
…And Lee is just a man.
Anonymous asked:
aaah i love them! i love that they're wearing each other's colors too, its such a soft little touch