I hope you are doing well and life isn't being hard on you! Have a good day!
Thank you! 😊
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So... The 10yr old Grandpa PC is now bootlooping. Probably turning senile and yelling at the cloud if it could.
Our guess is the graphics card finally giving up. I still have to take it to the shop tomorrow since it's a holiday today. That being said, I may need to build a new pc. I'll salvage what I can from the old one (ssd, hdd, probably the psu) but I need to get a new graphics card, motherboard and processor since mine is 10yrs old and the new stuff aren't that great paired with older tech and if I'm getting a better gpu, might as well get good processing power. Hopefully, it will last another 10yrs.
But I don't have enough money. So if anyone wants to commission me, now would be the time. As long as you're willing to wait a bit. If anyone wants to buy the SteveTony coloring book, send tips on kofi, I would be very grateful. And if you want to consider supporting me on patreon, I thank you so very much. Lowest tier is $1. You get everything the highest tier has.
I am stuck right now. I'm a freelancer and the pc is my only source of income. I will make pencil sketches for $5 dollars. Send me a kofi and your request. I will be very happy.
I can't copy paste all the stuff on mobile but here's the commission link. And the rest of the links are also at the bottom of that post. Coloring book is pinned on my tumblr.
Thanks so much and wish me luck! 😄
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CODE RED: A JAYTIM DIGITAL FAN ZINE
Code Red: Jaytim Zine will be a digital only charity fanzine solely focused on the relationship between Tim Drake and Jason Todd in a romantic setting across the DC Universe and beyond. The contributor list is closed. Please look forward to our contributor spotlight announcements. All proceeds from the zine will be donated to support Doctor's Without Borders, chosen by our contributors. Find more information about this organization here: https://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/
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A cherry blossom dragon to celebrate the coming of spring!
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I was made aware there's an issue with the fan art in The Accountant. Pretty sure I know what happened and will fix it as soon as I can.
Update: This is impacting art in other of my fanfic too. My dependable old laptop is needing some TLC so I can't get everything reloaded quite yet. But the art is backed up, so once I get my laptop back, I'll get things fixed!
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« The snow, History's original parchment, on which so many footsteps, so many merciless pursuits have been written; the snow that was therefore the first literary genre [...]. There remains not one fragment of this mile-wide, unfinished book [...], its fate opposite to that of the Library of Alexandria: all of its pages have melted.
But something must have remained with us, a distant memory that reappears with each new snowfall, a fear of the blank page which sparks the tremendous urge to tread its virgin expanses, and the instinct of exegesis the moment one discovers another person's trace. When you get right down to it, snow invented mystery. And in doing so, it invented poetry [...]. »
— Amélie Nothomb, Loving Sabotage
I was made aware there's an issue with the fan art in The Accountant. Pretty sure I know what happened and will fix it as soon as I can.
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This wouldn't happen to me if i were a huge dragon
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had this vision of Batman full-naming his kids, but he has to preserve the secret identities
this is how you get bat-approval btw
by popular demand, here's the others
i started drawing this right after posting, but people in the notes have been brainstorming some amazing name ideas too lmao
Ok but how would this work with Terry?
Give us Terry’s
ngl the only thing i know about Batman Beyond is that Bruce is old
@bear-of-mirrors @templeofskelegod here u go :)
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Announcing JayTim Week 2024!
Do you love JayTim? Do you also enjoy word play? Puns? Crying in frustration because English has way too many words that are spelled exactly the same but mean different things? Then we have an event for you!
Welcome to JayTim Week 2024: Double Entendres!
This year, the event will run from June 23 to June 29. To shake things up a little bit, instead of asking for submissions, the mods have carefully curated a list of words that have all sorts of meanings, depending on the way you read them.
You can use any single meaning in your work(s) or, if you're feeling inspired, as many as you think you can fit! As the creator, it's entirely up to you how much or little you want to play on words.
Without further ado, here are our prompts:
- Day One: Bat / Duck / Wing
- Day Two: Dawn / Space / Star
- Day Three: Fire / Pine / Fall
- Day Four: Free Day
- Day Five: Rock / Cave / Mount
- Day Six: Bark / Sap / Wood
- Day Seven: Drop / Seal / Wave
We hope you'll find them as inspiring as we did when we picked them!
We have prepared a little FAQ, for new participants as well as veterans. If you have any questions, please take a look to see if the answers are in there. If they aren't, please don't hesitate to reach out to us via our Ask Box!
Have fun creating! We look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!
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I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.
I would like to put forward ‘you are the most annoying person in the world and at first I hated you because of that. Then I got to know you and we went through shit together and now I would literally die for you because you are my love and my light and the only reason I’m even still on this godforsaken hellhole of a planet BUT YOU ARE STILL THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON IN THE WORLD AND MY LOVE IS BARELY RESTRAINING ME FROM HITTING YOU WITH A CHAIR’ as my favourite variant of this.
Today has been a day. Just a lot of hospital stress this week between my mom and my husband's surgeries and this is how it's coming out (they're both fine and are recovering well).
~~~
Dick finds Tim in a waiting room at Gotham General, slumped in a faded blue plastic chair that's seen better days. At some point during the day, his brother had been immaculately dressed for the office. But now, his blue pin-striped suit is wrinkled, his collar is unbuttoned, and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up. There was a tie somewhere as Dick knows Tim never leaves home without one on an office day, but it's anyone's guess as to where it currently is.
"Hey. I got here as fast as I could," he says, taking the open seat beside Tim. He did too, calling Wally as soon as he got the news from Barbara. "How's Jason?"
Tim opens his eyes, giving him a look that is more dead than alive. "Still critical."
Pain lances through Dick at the two words. He'd lost Jason once before and the guilt from being off world when his Little Wing needed him the most still ate at him in the darkest parts of his psyche. And now, here he is sitting with another brother he never thought he'd have, one who's been through so much trauma and loss of his own--and who is on the verge of possibly losing another loved one.
A car-pedestrian accident. The gall of something so normal and mundane having the potential to take out the Red Hood--or any of them for that matter--is enough to make Dick want to punch the taupe wall of this dreary waiting room.
To be honest, he's rather surprised none of the others are here yet. Well, expect Bruce. He's off world with the JL and...
Oh.
Oh.
"Do you think Bruce knows yet?"
Tim's shrug is so minute Dick might have missed it if he wasn't watching closely. "Can't say I care right now. He and Jay got into another of their big fights before he left. Said if Jay can't clean up his act, then don't bother coming back."
Dick winces and easily reads between the lines of what Tim isn't saying given their semi-public place. Even in Bludhaven, he'd heard about the execution-style murder of a known pedophile--and that it was the Red Hood who'd done it.
"He didn't do it, Dick," Tim whispers, catching his gaze as tears build in his eyes. "I was there. I know he didn't. But Bruce didn't listen to either of us, said I was covering for him because he's in my pants." Those last words are practically spat out. "I think this is the first time I've ever felt like I hate him. He just doesn't listen!"
That's a feeling Dick knows all too well. He also knows now why the others aren't here--that Barbara called him first because Tim doesn't need just comfort.
He needs his big brother.
Dick slides from the chair to kneel on the floor in front of Tim. "Now that is something I know a lot about." He takes Tim's hands and squeezes them firmly. "I'm not going to tell you it'll get better. I'm also not going to say you need to be the bigger person and forgive him. What I am going to tell you is that I believe you and that I believe in Jason."
Tim's breath hitches and he falls into Dick's open arms sobbing. Thank yous fall from his lips and into Dick's jacket. Tears fill his own eyes as he remembers another time where he didn't believe this little bird, his first Robin.
Time hasn't necessarily dulled the guilt, but it has given him perspective. He'd done what he thought best at the time and owned up to it when he'd been proven wrong--a trait not shared by their mentor and father-figure.
"We'll get through this together," Dick soothes, running a hand up and down Tim's back. "You, me, and everyone else. We're all here for you and we're all pulling for Jason."
As he speaks, he glances up and spots Alfred hurrying down the hall with Damian and Duke in tow. Both boys are still dressed in their school uniforms, so Alfred must have pulled them out early. Behind them are Cass and Steph, hands held tightly.
"We're all here," he repeats, nudging Tim's chin to make him look up. "And we're not going anywhere."
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hey hey you there. yes you. you look like you could use a lil dragon. so here you go :)
He's coming to give you good vibes :)
(yes I drew this based off that one cat meme)
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A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands.
Hyrea the Healer was not a difficult goddess to serve.
Which was not to say that service was easy. Service to Hyrea took one into dangerous places, and dangerous work. A dedicate of Hyrea went into war, and plague, and famine. Risked death a thousand ways, over and over again. And yet it wasn’t difficult to serve her, if you were the right kind of person. For a person who looked at the sick or wounded or starving and longed to help, it was the easiest thing in the world.
Hyrea marked her devotees in a way impossible to disguise or to mistake. It was possible to replicate the blue tattoos, to an extent, though the ‘blindfold’ was hard to do, eyelids being difficult. The bands around the wrists were easier. But only Hyrea could make them glow with that faint, spectral light. No-one could look on that light, and not know exactly who they were looking at. There were stories about it – about the six healers who had walked onto a battlefield and stood between the two armies, and stopped the battle cold, for neither side had dared to lift a hand against the healers. About proud gods who drove out the humble Hyrean healers, so that only their own priests could heal, and cities emptied by disease spreading from the poorest quarters, where the proud priests would not go. About the warlord who, having struck his enemy down, saw a Hyrean healer kneel to help the man, and in fury struck the healer down as well – and died the next moment, with a dozen arrows in his back, fired by his own men. About villages struck by plague, who saw the blue lights approaching through mist, and opened their barricaded gates to hope. About terrible battles that lasted from dawn until dusk… and then nights full of pale blue lights, moving among the fallen, and a hundred or two hundred or five hundred men found living on the field the next morning.
Temples of Hyrea rose in odd places. In busy cities, in border towns, in little villages, with no apparent rhyme or reason. Only a certainty, in the part of some priest or priestess, that here there would be need of them. They were good at predicting need.
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Old stuff ~
Made this one long ass ago for @chibinightowl based on her Sir Timothy Drake story. Not an specific scene in the series but say this is how I picture them after the end of the story.
Happy New Year!.... (yeah sorry just dusting my jaytim folders)