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[chloesimaginationthings]

This is so poorly made I’m sorry

THIS IS VERY ACCURATE…

[alphajn]

Buff avery. Carry husband.

Sorry for being late I wanted to be able to do a quick doodle about it HAHA

In this house we support strong Avery agenda

[yamainuken]

Hiiiii! Your art is lovely. You draw Caine with so much emotion and dynamism! I’d like to draw him more, but I really struggle with his teeth/head. Would you be willing to share any tips for how you approach drawing him? No worries if not; thanks for sharing your art with us. 💖

Thanks for the question!

I wasn't sure how to explain it in words, so I made a little visual guide for you.

① Imagine a 3D western-style toilet seat. (Sorry, Caine! lol)

② Add some thickness toward the back teeth. The small diagram on the left shows what the dentures look like from directly above.

③ Give the silhouette some definition by rounding the corners and adding subtle curves. (Actually, adding a jagged texture to the molars makes it look more realistic, but I usually skip that part! 😅)

④ Finally, pop the eyeballs inside.

Bonus: On the right side, I added my go-to "lazy" way to draw Caine! 😂 Explaining things is hard, but I hope this helps you even a little bit!

And one more bonus!: Here’s my personal tip for creating expressions.

I expand his range of emotions by combining the movement of the gums with the shape of the eyeballs and the size of the pupils.

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

Well I for one think that fat Miku looks very nice

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

you had mentioned in an earlier post you maybe had some other thoughts re: the sabo cameo in OPLA, and if you did, i think it'd be perhaps cool and awesome and rad if u felt up to sharing them.... ? (idk how to put emojis in here but imagine big eyes and a point right point left)

Well thank you so much for inquiring yes I will discussssssssssssssss because I think about him. The man.

This is my ideal Sabo In Loguetown situation.^

I want him to have seen Luffy’s “execution” soooo badly so so badly. Sabo’s whole situation is just one big joke the universe plays against him and that’s my favorite thing about him.

I’m thinking because they showed Sabo in logue town maybe they will have the rev army interacting with the alabasta Koza revolutionary army. The live action has been doing a great job of setting things up and not waiting to show the connections those things have. I think it’s very in character for the writers to have it play out like this. I hope we see Sabo again soon. In the next season PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

PLEASE

I’d throw up if they were all in alabasta at once id vomit. But i want it so bad. Could you imagine. It would be so delightfully JUIICCYCYYYYCYCYYVSHVKJAHJH AAAAA

I want to see his beautiful face, they havent even released the ACTOR YET those stingy bastarts. To draw his face i was literally

LET ME SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE OPLA

Anyway thats all for now. <3 thanks for asking about it :))

[sketchupnfries]

Putting some asks in a compiled post again :) Thank you so much! I'm glad you like my art and art style, and that it brings y'all joy! :D It brings me joy that you guys are enjoying what I draw, and it does help keep me going on the tougher art days :') Drawing fanart and drawing in general (especially storyboarding) is something I love oh so very much, and it makes me happy that stuff I create can have a positive impact on others. Have a Grace and Rocky!

[rebelsafoot]

Thought the golf club was a mobility aid and now I'm thinking of Mable with a wheelchair that is so bedazzled it glows in the dark

yeah i loved this idea a lot i had to draw it

[vinnyvamppp]

Two and a Half Graysons

Note: Trust and believe I'm using that horny ass line you ended with as a plot device too. LMFAO. @hhoneylemon

Synopsis: You're not officially a parent, but you might as well be. You're not officially married, but everyone seems to think you are. Between shirtless mornings, grocery store tension, and baby carrier missions, the line between “dating Mark” and “co-raising a purple alien infant with Mark” gets blurrier by the day. But it’s fine. You’re emotionally stable. Probably.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension (NO SMUT), Coping With Parenthood, Mild Swearing, Off-screen Canon-level Violence, Found Family & Co-parenting, fluff galour. (Original Request Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vinnyvamppp/783842276548952064/i-have-a-vision-ive-been-thinking-about-when) PART 2 HERE

Mark Grayson (+ Baby Oliver!) x GN!Reader

WC: 1.2k (so cute)

Mark doesn’t ask you to move in. He just starts making space, a shelf here, a drawer cleared there. By the time Oliver starts teething, you’re already brushing your teeth in his bathroom every morning and waking up with a foot in your ribs that definitely doesn’t belong to Mark.

You weren’t expecting him to drop out. No one was. Debbie had offered to help, of course—offered like it was the easiest thing in the world to raise a baby that wasn’t hers, born from a man who had already broken the whole family once. And Mark had just said: “I can’t ask her to do this. He’s my responsibility, my… brother.”

Then he’d looked at you. Like he was bracing for something. For the inevitable pulling away. The “I’m not ready for this” talk. But you’d just nodded. Said: “Okay. We’ll figure it out.” We. His shoulder slumped with a sigh of relief. And that’s how it starts.

It’s not glamorous. Mark’s working two jobs between diaper runs. You’re picking up shifts, catching Oliver when he won’t stop crying, and Mark looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. Some nights, the exhaustion settles over the house like fog, thick and still. Then there’s moments where Oliver laughs or falls asleep on your chest like he knows exactly where he belongs. And everything feels lighter—softer, just right.

Mark negotiated with Cecil… Kind of—out of desperation, moreover. After bringing Oliver back, Mark tried to keep up with college, parenting, and being Earth's part-time savior. It lasted about two weeks. He was late to a Kaiju fight because Oliver had a fever. Left a lab evacuation halfway through to pick him up from your job because the sitter bailed. Cecil nearly had a stroke when Mark fought a teleporting assassin with baby wipes in his pocket.

“I can’t do this full-time. He’s a baby. He’s my responsibility. I’m not leaving him with my mom again and I’m not dragging him into a war zone unless the world’s literally ending.”

Cecil—being a professional manipulator and also somehow slightly terrified of Oliver’s explosive bowel habits, reluctantly agreed. Now, Mark handles non-lethal, low-stakes missions like alien negotiations and minor emergencies.

He takes himself off the active-duty roster unless it’s a Level Red situation, and Cecil sends backup or Eve when something big hits. Mark still trains—still reports in, but often while bouncing a baby on his chest or feeding him yogurt off-camera. So what happens day to day? He flashes by your job to drop off Oliver. Literally, he’ll appear mid-conversation, hair a mess, onesie on backward.

“Hey babe, sorry—can you watch him for like two hours? There's a tidal wave hitting France. Be back by lunch. Probably.” Kisses you mid-chaos, and vanishes in a loud boom. Sometimes he leaves you with a half-full bottle and a sticky pacifier and expects you to just vibe.

If that isn't an option, he wears a baby carrier during missions. Look, not for the big ones. But if the threat is “giant sewer rat” or “angry alien ambassador who doesn’t understand doors,” Oliver is strapped to his chest like a tiny judgmental but giggly backpack with earmuffs. You even designed him a superhero onesie that says, "Invinci-baby," and yes—he wears it at every outing.

“You’re bringing a baby?”

“He likes the wind.”

“He’s drooling on your comm.”

“He’s observing diplomacy.”

Cecil threatens to fire him weekly. Debbie sighs deeply every time she sees the footage on GDA security—just to check in when needing Cecil to make sense of this. All the while watching Doc Seismic scream “IS THAT A CHILD?!” mid-monologue. Today, you didn’t realize how dangerous this grocery trip is going to be until Mark lifts the baby carrier with one arm like it’s nothing. He’s Invincible—what did you expect? His gray t-shirt rides up just enough to make your soul flicker out of your body like a dying TV screen. Focus on the produce section. Innocent terrain, right? You grab a head of lettuce. You do not look at the way Mark bounces Oliver gently while scanning for cereal. You are a good person, a person with restraint. He’s doing that thing again—being effortlessly domestic. Like, hot dad energy turned up to eleven. Every time he reads a nutrition label or wipes drool off Oliver’s chin, your brain short-circuits a little more.

You used to flirt shamelessly. Make out in supply closets, pull him into his room by the collar. But now? Now you’re in aisle six, arguing about formula brands, and trying not to climb him in front of a shelf of canned peas.

“I think we should get the oatmeal-based one,” Mark says, turning towards you. And there it is: that low voice, as he leaned in slightly. The focus with that soft-eyed, fully attentive attitude. You blink at him, trying to play it cool as you bite your tongue. “Whatever keeps his poop neutral. I'm not reliving last week.” Mark gave a crooked grin, brow raised, his shoulder hitching, “The explosion?”

“Don’t—” you groan, covering Oliver’s ear. “Don’t traumatize him again. We had to hose down the high chair, Mark.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips. He laughs under his breath and sets the formula in the cart. You watch the muscles in his forearm flex as he pushes it forward. You’re sweating now—It’s winter. “Why do you look tense?” he asks. You gesture around helplessly. “Because this is basically foreplay, and there’s a baby in the cart.”

Mark chokes on a laugh, reaching instinctively to cover Oliver’s ears. “You can’t say stuff like that while I’m holding our son.” You freeze. “Our son?” His eyes widen a little. The cart keeps rolling. The baby stares up at the ceiling fan, utterly indifferent to the life-changing moment. “…I mean,” Mark starts, fumbling now, “he’s not yours, but like—well, he kind of—”

“Mark.” You step in close, dropping your voice. “If you keep talking in that voice and calling him our son, I swear to God, I will embarrass us in this store.” Mark’s eyes flick to your mouth, then back to Oliver. His jaw flexes with blotches of pink creeping up his neck. “I hate that we can’t do anything about this.” You both stare at each other for a second too long. Then Oliver lets out a dramatic sneeze that breaks the tension like a rock through a window. You sigh. “We’re in hell.” Mark leans over and kisses your temple. “At least we’re in hell together.” You glance at the shopping list and mutter, “Add wine.” He stares at you in bewildered silence— “For Ms. Grayson.”

You find yourself thinking about stupid things. Like the taste of oatmeal lingering on your tongue. Like whether you’ll need a bigger place. Like whose last name Oliver will have. Like if Mark knows he hums when he’s rocking the baby to sleep, tuneless and low, and how your whole chest aches every time you hear it. You’d marry him. That thought hits you while Mark is on the floor of the living room, one sock on, hair a mess, cooing nonsense while Oliver grabs at his nose. You’d marry him tomorrow. Or bend him or let him bend you over the desk right now. Whichever happens first.

You’ve seen this man explode aliens. Why is him wearing low-slung sweatpants more threatening to your mental health than intergalactic war? But you don’t tell him that. You just hand him the bottle, brush your fingers against his, and whisper, “You’re doing okay.” Mark looks up at you—tired and worn down, but smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A/N: Literally kicking my feet as I write this, I will forever love your big, beautiful brain. Hopefully, this was decent, my friend. :)

Part 2: Our Son, Apparently

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