Since i started watching X-Men 97 (2024) I've been obsessed with Morph i love this silly little goober so much. Anyways have some sketches of said goober. Also some Wolvie as a treat
these are all just warm ups and refs from Pinterest since I'm to lazy rn
Idk probably once I wrap up my finals and something else I gotta do and I'll finally make my commission page and start it up again. We'll see.
Been thinking of trying to do commissions and put my art out there again ?
One to many people very frequently saying I can sell my art rn.
If I have a nickel for every time someone said I should do commissions, I'd have x amount which is weird it keeps happening?
There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on about the fact that nearly every transmasculine person I have known of is some kind of artist, writer, cinephile, visionary, or storyteller of some variety, often doing that work for free, and the separate but related fact that we are the least explicitly represented or acknowledged gender in any form of media. Something about how seeing a trans man on a screen feels illegal, and is still taboo even when people pretend it isn’t because even the discussion of existence of the taboo would cause our being to spread like a virus, and that can’t possibly be allowed. It’s a feeling like you have watched the curtain peeled back on creation. We have always been here, telling our stories, and you can see glimpses of us in everything, but our explicit acknowledgement is terrifying to everyone who isn’t us and has a vested interest in maintaining their position above us in the social order even while the thought of us can never cross their mind. When people say that no one is scared of trans men it makes me want to laugh. We are so unfathomable to everyone indoctrinated into the cissexist binary that we cannot even be spoken of except as echoes and ghosts of our true selves, never to be fully brought into the light, just madmen weaving our tales in the shadows only for those who listen.
My only true headcanon when I write John Walker is: he's a total bottom. Didn't realize it until after Bob walked into his life. Divorced guy loves taking it, often, and in as many positions as they can manage. Totally unapologetic about it too.
Tiny waists make me go feral
this is my new favorite genre of images
here’s more, you gremlins.
I like to think about possible fics or one-shots of Sam doing domestic stuff. He does volunteer work and probably reads to children. Stuff like that, I'm only thinking of this because I'm doing laundry and I got a prophetic vision of Sam doing his laundry in a laundromat because his dryer broke and he needs to get his clothes washed before a big dinner with his nephews and Sarah and the community. He's going to fly out and see everyone, but of course, his dryer breaks the day before he has to leave. And he, of course, left everything till last minute, being Captain America doesn't leave much time for outside work activities. So he's wondered in down to his closets laundromat and he's pulling out his overflowing duffle bag of clothes, sets it down when he gets inside. Pops some change in does that jazz we all know and practice so much. People stare a little bit a couple groups ask for photos, and its the usual then a little girl comes over and sits next to Sam who's scrolling on his phone with an ear bud in.
"Why are you doing laundry"
Sam is totally baffled because what?
"Because even hero's have to do laundry"
The girls mom comes over apologizes and asks for a photo with her daughter. Eventually the dryer dings and he's packed up and heading back to his place to finish packing.
Idk guys, i just love the idea of domestic activities with hero's, who's lives must be so insanely chaotic they don't have the time of doing chores.
Before combat in New Vegas I make myself fight better by eating all food items in my inventory so I am forced to fight good cause I can’t heal without wasting stimpaks now.
This is really funny imagined in universe cause the companions watch the Courier have a nervous breakdown before each big fight and with a primal ferocity scarf down all their rations before running in machete first with Blamo Mac n Cheese dripping off their face.