David Stenbeck.

so i googled "20s slang" just to like- just for funny Noir oneshot ideas and

I found uh

I found a few that are interesting.

Y'all request some of these, please- and gimme a scenario while you're at it XD

Oops this became an essay

Day 2: Favorite Symbiote @symbruary I gotta say, my favorite Symbiote is a mix. Sometimes it’s Venom, sometimes its Sleeper, and sometimes its Scream. But, really, I think what makes me think of a Symbiote as my ‘favorite’ is how they’re portrayed.

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Casey:

THUNDER THURSDAY #85: OpenToonz Tutorials Are Live!

Hey folks! For those wanting to learn OpenToonz, thanks again for your patience, and behold: my first few tutorials are online! Here’s the introductory collection (~35min total), or check below for links to individual sections :D

I’ve made a YouTube playlist with individual videos, and here are their separate links (times approximate):

Part 0: Introduction (2min)

Part 1: Installation (2min)

Part 2: The Startup Menu (2min)

Part 3: The Interface (3min)

Part 4: Levels & Drawing (7min)

Part 5: Drawing Frames (6min)

Part 6: The X Sheet  (5min)

Part 7: Saving (2min)

Part 8: Exporting a GIF (7min)

ENJOY! And if you have questions, feel free to ask (either here, or in the YouTube comments). Thanks for watching!

Paul

~Who has the Coolest Shoes???~

Part ½

Noir: Has a whole fucked up origin story in which his uncle ben is cannibalised, he watches someone get eaten alive by spiders, he gets cursed by a spider god with intense power, he has his mentor killed, and a whole SHIT TON of other horrible traumatic experiences that include but are not limited to having his best friend lobotomised and brainwashed thanks to a racist scientist

Also Noir: 

Inktober starts tomorrow and i’m starting to get a little nervous.

but here is the prompt list i made in all it’s variations of tone, if anyone wants to use it feel free! @ me if you do so’s i can see it ^__^

captain america but what’s going on

Steve entered the room, it was neatly decorated, red velvet was streamed amongst the walls—the tables had wine glasses lined up around said tables, and a vase filled with flowers, Steve smiled a little.

Besides the decorations—people were crowded, chatting up a storm, Steve scanned the room to find Peggy, amongst the sea of people—he couldn’t find her.

A pang of disappointment washed over the blonde. He sighed both a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

His eyes laid on a brunette, at the corner of the room, he stood out from most. (partly because there was no one there—plus no one was sitting at that table.) Steve walked over to the male, to get a closer look.

The guy was around his age, a mop of brown hair partly obscured his vision, he had to keep brushing his bangs out of the way—which Steve found…cute. Heat rushed to Steve’s face immediately, he hoped the stranger didn’t see. After a few minutes of just standing there, the blonde finally moved over to the person in question.

He noticed the brunette was fiddling with something on his wrist…some sort of gadget, was he also a hero? Steve quickly pushed the thought out of his head.

The blonde cleared his throat to get the others attention.

The young man perked his head up in response.

“Care to dance?” Steve asked, with his hand outstretched.

The man smiled.

“I’d be charmed.”

The young man stood up and took Steve’s hand.

Steve led the other to the dance floor.

“I assume you’re Steve Rogers?” The stranger asked.

“I am.” Steve replied—a hint of shock in his voice.

The brunette chuckled,

“It’s kind of obvious, blonde hair, blue eyes—it’s not that hard to tell.”

The other wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck.

“I’m Peter Parker, by the way.” The man introduced.

Steve wrapped his arms around the other’s waist, slowly dancing to the song that was playing.

Everything happened in a quick succession, Peter’s lips connected with his own, it was short but sweet, Steve closed his eyes—and if the blonde had to admit, the brunette was a pretty good kisser, unlike himself.

The shorter man broke the kiss.

“See you around, Captain.” Peter whispered.

He felt Peter’s hands slip away from his neck, the warmth he felt disappeared—only then it was just a lingering feeling.

When Steve opened his eyes,

Peter was gone.

The words Peter had whispered echoed in his head

‘See you around, Captain.’

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse → Concept Art

Meanwhile, in prehistoric Canada…..