i wanna mmm

au where bitty comes from a family of, like, eight siblings…and he’s the tallest of them all.


they just remind me of Spongebob and Patrick, it suits pretty well

Ink by @comyet

Error by @loverofpiggies

(i guess idea might be a little inspired by @puffrisk (??))


Glitch Effect Tutorial

ayyeee here’s a tutorial no one asked for made this for college assignment, but i hope someone will find this useful! >w< (original drawing)

@lilldov and i made an ith au that includes lincoln :^) !! i haven’t seen any headcanon designs for him or anything but since there’s been a bit of negativity floating around the fandom, i figured a cute au would be fun to have!!

for those touch prompts from forever ago: supercorp + kisses 


kara’s got storybooks filled with kisses by the time may rolls into june.

lena kisses her before she leaves for work and lena kisses her when she returns home that night. kara kisses lena in parks and on balconies, behind alleyways and on barstools.

lena’s tipsy and kara’s not really in any shape to fly but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t try.

“no no,” lena says, more giggle than anything else. “you can’t fly.” she points an accusing finger and it’s cute, it’s so cute that kara pouts.

“you’re so cute,” kara slurs. her eyes light up then and she excitedly takes lena’s hand in hers. “ever gone flying?”

“i don’t like to fly,” lena says. “that’s why we’re gonna take a cab home.” she stops at the curb and naively expects kara to stop with her. it’s like pulling on a moving car.

“but lena,” kara whines, feet restless. “i can fly. i can fly us so far from here.”

lena hums. “kara can’t fly.” there’s something pointed to the tone of her voice and kara’s not in a mood to figure out why. she can fly, goddamnit.

“remember when i flew to vienna and we ate -” she pauses, tongue pointing out in concentration. “flesh?”

fleisch, babe. and technically, you ate schnitzel.”

kara circles lena and lena has to use both of her hands to steady her wobbly drunk girlfriend. “fleisch means flesh,” kara says very importantly because it is very important that lena know that kara knows this. “i speak twenty-eleven languages.”

lena barks out a laugh. “how many languages do you speak?” she pokes kara’s midsection and laughs at the way kara pretends to be wounded.

“twenty-eleven.” kara recovers, fixes her glasses astutely. “that doesn’t account for my ability to fly.”

a couple passes them on the street and they’re not within hearing distance but lena still stiffens.

“babe, you’re drunk,” she soothes. she gathers kara in her arms then, her hands resting comfortably on the small of kara’s back.

“you’re drunk,” kara mimics, her smile goofy. “you’re drunk, i’m drunk, i can fly -”

there’s lips on her lips then, pressure coming from her favorite person on her favorite place and she feels like she’s flying right now, like she’s going to ascend into rao’s light with cherry on her tongue and ale staining the back of her throat.

they part and it makes a sticky wet noise that kara giggles at. lena nuzzles her nose against kara’s. “we’re taking a cab,” she whispers. kara nods through the haze of alcohol and her girlfriend.

“we’re taking a cab,” she repeats. lena breathes a sigh of relief.

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome.” kara’s gaze is heavy and trained on lena’s lips. “kiss me again?”

lena laughs and laughs and kara feels june busting out all over as she kisses lena under street lamps.


#illya kyruakin is so done with you