Basics Of Painting By Rashed AlAkroka

Inside of a giant mechanical flying fish. Cozy but comfortable Added in a few stills by request from: @smirkingravens

everybody’s scared so dance in the dark

d-dance in the dark

Why is this so funny to me

Boston Post, Massachusetts, April 28, 1895

Hey guys, I’ve decided I’m going to attempt a month’s worth of art prompts again for the fall season. This time, I want to be a little more themed, so I made myself a witch prompt list. I’m going to be traveling for half of October, so I’m going to maybe start a bit early and simply get this completed when I can. It’ll help take the pressure off to go at my own pace. 

I invite anyone else who wants to use this list to please do. You can interpret them however you want, traditional or digital media, any gender witch you like, and please tag me if you end up using the prompts. I’d love to see!

how to draw arms ? ? 

More Noir HCs, help me please

His blush is just him turning a darker shade of gray

It happens when he laughs

It’s very rare, but when he does OH BOY

He tries so hard to hide it

He will literally leave the building so he can go giggle and snort in peace because he’s laughing so hard

Nobody can believe their ears when he laughs

He’s very organized

He has all of his colorful objects very very organized by color so he can learn the colors easier

He has adopted the roomba

He named it Gary

He won’t let anyone but Peni touch Gary

He has a corner in his room at home that he calls his ‘Color Corner’

It has all the trinkets he’s brought back with him from everyone else’s worlds

He goes there to sulk

Or to calm down when he’s stressed

Slightly bipolar

🅱️eter finds out how young Noir is and almost has a stroke

“YOURE TWENTY???” “Almost.” “W H A T”

But then Gwen points out that, since he’s from the 30’s, he’s really 100 and 20 at the same time

So he’s a dad, grandpa, weird uncle, and fun cousin

He hates taxis

Nobody can ever get him in one

“8/10 times, the taxi driver is the murderer.” “… Noir, please just get in-“ “Over my dead body.”

@smokeyloki

Burning Matches Chapter 1 Of New Sights and Colors

Link will be included in a reblog to the AO3 site,  Cross-Posted from ,my account on AO3: HopelesslyLost

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       It was horrifying. It was dizzying. His mind spiraled in a million different directions, his body pressing against hard concrete as he desperately attempted to draw breath into his lungs, fingers scrabbling at the building, seeking something, anything that he could use to ground himself. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, trying to focus on the roughness of the concrete that he could feel, ripping his gloves off in order to be that much closer, barely remembering to shove them in a pocket as he did so. He didn’t even notice the fact that his fingers had dug into the rough edges to the point where they were starting to bleed.

             His breath was still rattling in his lungs, his body still tense, but if he kept his eyelids closed, he could at least pretend that nothing had changed.

             What had happened?

             One moment, Peter had been swinging after some two-bit crooks, intent on putting them on ice after they had shot up one of the poorer localities…and in Hooverville, that was saying something. The next, he had somehow swung into something that squeezed him tighter than the Sandman, and hit harder, too. When he finally was spat out of whatever it was that caught him, he found himself here. This…this…

             Peter didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know what was surrounding him, had no idea what was happening, why he was here, where here even was! What was happening? Slowly, slowly, Peter peered out through his goggles, his eyes squinted as narrow as he could make them and still be able to see.

             It was like an icepick was driving into his skull.

             Peter closed his eyes again, heaving a breath in, and letting it whistle out.

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