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Snack time(subtle foreshadowing🤢)

Khana and Balthor finally found shelter and are having a snack after 6 hours of non-stop march…. They’re going to get food poisoning…

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Just your typical children’s book stuff from Animorphs #15: The Escape

#23

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I've been messing with the blade orientation on my hork bajir design to something that would make sense for such an arboreal species!

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Baron without his eyepad or how i think he is, maybe 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Here's something spicy for ya'll

View the full picture here

This account will probably only be used for NSFW pics from here on out.

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Couldn't stop thinking about this little man

So i got on ebay and found him

Effervescent

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That's how they do that

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Yooooo, this turned out so good!!!

@pixelsilver did a Photoshoot with me VwV

This jungle photographer is the only ooman the Yautja like

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A preview of Predator vs. Spider-Man #3

PREDATOR VS SPIDER-MAN #3

Honor killing! Skinner — the Predator with no clan or code — is more than the enemy of Spider-Man and the target of Kraven. He’s also detested by his fellow Yautja. A hunting party has arrived in New York. And all hell is about to break loose. Predator vs. Spider-Man #3

Written by: Benjamin Percy Art by: Marcelo Ferreira, Jay Leisten, Frank D’Armata Cover by: Paulo Siqueira, Yen Nitro Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: June 25, 2025

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That is Big Mama. This is just a hallucination iirc

enjoy this pic of big mama in a pretty dress 😚👗

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Zoom In, Don’t Glaze Over: How to Describe Appearance Without Losing the Plot

You’ve met her before. The girl with “flowing ebony hair,” “emerald eyes,” and “lips like rose petals.” Or him, with “chiseled jawlines,” “stormy gray eyes,” and “shoulders like a Greek statue.”

We don’t know them.

We’ve just met their tropes.

Describing physical appearance is one of the trickiest — and most overdone — parts of character writing. It’s tempting to reach for shorthand: hair color, eye color, maybe a quick body scan. But if we want a reader to see someone — to feel the charge in the air when they enter a room — we need to stop writing mannequins and start writing people.

So let’s get granular. Here’s how to write physical appearance in a way that’s textured, meaningful, and deeply character-driven.

1. Hair: It’s About Story, Texture, and Care

Hair says a lot — not just about genetics, but about choices. Does your character tame it? Let it run wild? Is it dyed, greying, braided, buzzed, or piled on top of her head in a hurry?

Good hair description considers:

Texture (fine, coiled, wiry, limp, soft)

Context (windblown, sweat-damp, scorched by bleach)

Emotion (does she twist it when nervous? Is he ashamed of losing it?)

Flat: “Her long brown hair framed her face.”

Better: “Her ponytail was too tight, the kind that whispered of control issues and caffeine-fueled 4 a.m. library shifts.”

You don’t need to romanticise it. You need to make it feel real.

2. Eyes: Less Color, More Connection

We get it: her eyes are violet. Cool. But that doesn’t tell us much.

Instead of focusing solely on eye color, think about:

What the eyes do (do they dart, linger, harden?)

What others feel under them (seen, judged, safe?)

The surrounding features (dark circles, crow’s feet, smudged mascara)

Flat: “His piercing blue eyes locked on hers.”

Better: “His gaze was the kind that looked through you — like it had already weighed your worth and moved on.”

You’re not describing a passport photo. You’re describing what it feels like to be seen by them.

3. Facial Features: Use Contrast and Texture

Faces are not symmetrical ovals with random features. They’re full of tension, softness, age, emotion, and life.

Things to look for:

Asymmetry and character (a crooked nose, a scar)

Expression patterns (smiling without the eyes, habitual frowns)

Evidence of lifestyle (laugh lines, sun spots, stress acne)

Flat: “She had a delicate face.”

Better: “There was something unfinished about her face — as if her cheekbones hadn’t quite agreed on where to settle, and her mouth always seemed on the verge of disagreement.”

Let the face be a map of experience.

4. Bodies: Movement > Measurement

Forget dress sizes and six packs. Think about how bodies occupy space. How do they move? What are they hiding or showing? How do they wear their clothes — or how do the clothes wear them?

Ask:

What do others notice first? (a presence, a posture, a sound?)

How does their body express emotion? (do they go rigid, fold inwards, puff up?)

Flat: “He was tall and muscular.”

Better: “He had the kind of height that made ceilings nervous — but he moved like he was trying not to take up too much space.”

Describing someone’s body isn’t about cataloguing. It’s about showing how they exist in the world.

5. Let Emotion Tint the Lens

Who’s doing the describing? A lover? An enemy? A tired narrator? The emotional lens will shape what’s noticed and how it’s described.

In love: The chipped tooth becomes charming.

In rivalry: The smirk becomes smug.

In mourning: The face becomes blurred with memory.

Same person. Different lens. Different description.

6. Specificity is Your Superpower

Generic description = generic character. One well-chosen detail creates intimacy. Let us feel the scratch of their scarf, the clink of her earrings, the smudge of ink on their fingertips.

Examples:

“He had a habit of adjusting his collar when he lied — always clockwise, always twice.”

“Her nail polish was always chipped, but never accidentally.”

Make the reader feel like they’re the only one close enough to notice.

Describing appearance isn’t just about what your character looks like. It’s about what their appearance says — about how they move through the world, how others see them, and how they see themselves.

Zoom in on the details that matter. Skip the clichés. Let each description carry weight, story, and emotion. Because you’re not building paper dolls. You’re building people.

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Been 1000 years since I've drawn Peron. So what better time than to brush up on not only trying to improve my yautja looks but also a bit of shading. Peron is just trying to relax man.

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I'm so glad you liked it

F!Child Reader & Jotunn, Friendship, Growing up

Rated: G

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Jotunn knew you were different from the other pups he had ran across during his travels across this frozen wasteland. A tiny ooman pup you were, one separated often from the safety of your dam. He had been scoping out your village for potential prey, he knew there were warriors that lived here. But they all seemed to have left, only females, their young, and the old remain. But he was patient. Watching your village day after day, making up names for each little ooman and their odd quirks. Each one was carefully categorized, especially the young males who were approaching maturity soon. But you had a special name. You were named Bhu'ja, Ghost.

He watched you one day run across a frozen river, only for the ice to snap and for you to fall through. You quickly disappeared under the water, immediately going into shock as the cold water surrounded you.

Normally, he would allow nature to take its course, allow you to perish. But something that day pushed him to save you, to drag you from the water despite the crackle of his invisibility cloak. He held you to keep you warm until you stopped shivering, only then he returned you to your people safely.

That was the first day you saw the Jötunn, the invisible giant and your friend.

No one believed you about your giant invisible friend. In your small nordic village, you were known to have a wild imagination. One rife with álfar and other mythical creatures. You had once sworn you saw a dreki crawling into a cave, scaring your village for a few days as smoke poured from where you said you saw the dragon.

Turns out it was a traveler waiting to warm themselves at the fire while they waited for their trade caravan to return. But this time you know he was real. You find his tracks everywhere in the village. No one notices them because they're always in the shadows. At one point you ran into the back of him while you were following his trail. He laughed when you did. Slowly but surely, Jötunn began leading you out of the village with his footprints. Into forests and the valleys beyond. There, he would show you rabbit burrows, show you how to catch those rabbits to bring home during the frozen parts of winter. He showed you where the deer hid, where the bears slept, and where the warm waters were. He showed you how to survive on your own if you ever needed to. He never showed himself to the villagers. You knew he had to be scared of them, they would be just as scared of him after all. Jötunn was big, scary, and shy. He ran whenever someone came looking for her. He was a strange fellow, but you enjoyed his company greatly. Years later the men returned from war, carrying spoils and tales of their raids on other villages along the coast. Your own father gave you beautiful white fur that belonged to a giant bear.

That was also when Jötunn disappeared to, you never saw your friend again after that day. It made you sad. . . But yet, as you aged into a fine young teen, you still sometimes find his footprints in the snow. Always leading from your home but never to your home. You did follow them once in a while, but never did he show himself. But one day, after many years, and once you became a woman, you decide to follow those prints once again out into the forest. Only this time you run into something warm and invisible. This time though, something crackles in the air and the cloak melts away from his body. For the first time ever you see Jötunn, a massive creature with a mask and an odd mouth. A monster but all rights. But you couldn't help but throw yourself into him, hugging him tight as you sobbed. Glad to finally meet your friend after all these years. You now know for sure your Jötunn still lives. He rests a massive hand on your back to comfort you, chirring softly at you many times as he did before. He pulls away and starts walking, looking over his shoulder at you with those strong eyes of his. You know he wants you to follow him and you have a feeling this would be forever. You don't hesitate to follow your friend one last time.

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F!Child Reader & Jotunn, Friendship, Growing up

Rated: G

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Jotunn knew you were different from the other pups he had ran across during his travels across this frozen wasteland. A tiny ooman pup you were, one separated often from the safety of your dam. He had been scoping out your village for potential prey, he knew there were warriors that lived here. But they all seemed to have left, only females, their young, and the old remain. But he was patient. Watching your village day after day, making up names for each little ooman and their odd quirks. Each one was carefully categorized, especially the young males who were approaching maturity soon. But you had a special name. You were named Bhu'ja, Ghost.

He watched you one day run across a frozen river, only for the ice to snap and for you to fall through. You quickly disappeared under the water, immediately going into shock as the cold water surrounded you.

Normally, he would allow nature to take its course, allow you to perish. But something that day pushed him to save you, to drag you from the water despite the crackle of his invisibility cloak. He held you to keep you warm until you stopped shivering, only then he returned you to your people safely.

That was the first day you saw the Jötunn, the invisible giant and your friend.

No one believed you about your giant invisible friend. In your small nordic village, you were known to have a wild imagination. One rife with álfar and other mythical creatures. You had once sworn you saw a dreki crawling into a cave, scaring your village for a few days as smoke poured from where you said you saw the dragon.

Turns out it was a traveler waiting to warm themselves at the fire while they waited for their trade caravan to return. But this time you know he was real. You find his tracks everywhere in the village. No one notices them because they're always in the shadows. At one point you ran into the back of him while you were following his trail. He laughed when you did. Slowly but surely, Jötunn began leading you out of the village with his footprints. Into forests and the valleys beyond. There, he would show you rabbit burrows, show you how to catch those rabbits to bring home during the frozen parts of winter. He showed you where the deer hid, where the bears slept, and where the warm waters were. He showed you how to survive on your own if you ever needed to. He never showed himself to the villagers. You knew he had to be scared of them, they would be just as scared of him after all. Jötunn was big, scary, and shy. He ran whenever someone came looking for her. He was a strange fellow, but you enjoyed his company greatly. Years later the men returned from war, carrying spoils and tales of their raids on other villages along the coast. Your own father gave you beautiful white fur that belonged to a giant bear.

That was also when Jötunn disappeared to, you never saw your friend again after that day. It made you sad. . . But yet, as you aged into a fine young teen, you still sometimes find his footprints in the snow. Always leading from your home but never to your home. You did follow them once in a while, but never did he show himself. But one day, after many years, and once you became a woman, you decide to follow those prints once again out into the forest. Only this time you run into something warm and invisible. This time though, something crackles in the air and the cloak melts away from his body. For the first time ever you see Jötunn, a massive creature with a mask and an odd mouth. A monster but all rights. But you couldn't help but throw yourself into him, hugging him tight as you sobbed. Glad to finally meet your friend after all these years. You now know for sure your Jötunn still lives. He rests a massive hand on your back to comfort you, chirring softly at you many times as he did before. He pulls away and starts walking, looking over his shoulder at you with those strong eyes of his. You know he wants you to follow him and you have a feeling this would be forever. You don't hesitate to follow your friend one last time.

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F/F, Slight Nudity, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Human/Yautja pairing, Rated: M

"Hey look at this!" You were reclined back against your massive yautja girlfriend, who was flopped against the back of your custom-made yautja-sized couch with her head tilted all the way back. Her dreads were splayed across the back of the couch and spilling over her shoulders as she clacked her mandibles slowly.

Her tan, black, and pink leopard-spotted skin still glistened with wetness from rainwater. Her muscles smoothly stretched taut under her slick, Earth-smelling skin as she stretched with a jaw-parting yawn. Sharp fangs glinted in the light as she twitched her mandibles, blinking her gray eyes open. She was mainly nude, save for a tight-fitting loincloth that covered her bits and ass below. But if she could, she would go completely naked when in your house. But since she was a little bit wet and sweaty from running around all day in drizzling, humid rain, she was trying to save the couch from getting too soaked. Lazily, she lifted her head and dropped her chin onto her chest, her predatory yellow eyes staring half-lidded into your phone screen. She squinted hard, then huffed as she sat up straight, her massive chest heaving with a sigh of annoyance. You both were staying inside because of a massive thunderstorm blowing through your secluded, tiny mountain home. The roar of rain against the roof and the flash of thunder created a relatively peaceful atmosphere. Though your girlfriend would rather be out patrolling what she considered to be the boundary of her territory right now. Being stuck inside irritated her. The scar that stretched across her left upper mandible stretched as she lifted it, staring at your screen hard as she rumbled. Her pebbled skin brushed up against your bare thighs as she shifted her leg, pushing up between your own to lift you up high. You flushed as her warm breath heated your neck while she used two claws to pick up your phone oh-so carefully. She lifted it high, looking at the screen more closely. It was a picture of her own kind in a chibi form, looking pleadingly at the viewer with hands outstretched. Under it was the text 'Can I haz preyz?' "What's this?" Her deep, almost baritone voice vibrated your entire body as she spoke. Being an 8'9" giant, she was big enough to make anything she says vibrate your entire body. "A meme. Well. . . I guess it pretty cringy huh, Hail?" You responded sweetly as she dropped your phone back into your waiting palms, her massive hand resting on your thigh. The heat from her hand stretched from the top of your hip to your knee, easily enveloping you.

Hail's eyes blinked down at her, her head slowly tilted to the side as the afixes you with an unblinking stare. You could tell she didn't understand what that meant. "A meme is-" "I know meme. Why is cringe being used like that?" She interrupted you as she heaved a heavy sigh.

Her large chest only slightly jiggled because mostly made up of muscle. You would know since you've tried sleeping on them. They were like really, really hard pillows. "Well it just means something that makes you uncomfortable or embarrassed." You explained as she rubbed your leg for a moment before giving you the 'good girl' tap a few times, chuffing deep in her chest. "Is stupid." Her words devolved into her gutturally speaking in her own tongue, her mandibles and tongue audibly clacking as she spoke.

Being a yautja, your guy's cultures were pretty different. It was a wonder how she even came to like you in the first place. According to her, humans were annoying to most of her kind. Small, loud, egotistical, and very smelly even. Though the smelly part mostly had to do with the fact that the stuff you use to wash yourselves made you smell like chemicals. She actually forced you to start using more naturalistic soaps and shampoos. She absolutely refused to sleep next to you smelling like cherries and bleach. It really was a wonder how she even came to like you. Apparently being small, soft, and willing to fuck her was enough in her eyes. She was one of the rare few yautja willing to tolerate your kind enough to know you on a personal level. There was another yautja, a male, that comes to visit once in awhile. He was wayyyy smaller that Hail and a lot less tolerant of you. You also found out through him that apparently being a human fucker was on par to being a degenerate gooner in their culture. Especially if they were the same sex as you. Well, yautja don't care about same sex relations off planet where you don't have many choices of partners. Female yautja often fucked each other more often than the males out of breeding season. It's actually considered acceptable for females to engage in same sex relationships simply because males are gone months out of the year. Which was probably why that male yautja was more tolerant of your relationship with your girlfriend.

"I mean. . . the picture is cute though?" You offered as she growls at you, her bright eyes glowing in the dim light of the living room.

"Cute? Yautja not "cute". Insulting little oomani-di." She seemed to relax after that outburst. You made yourself relax, feeling a small shiver of nervousness run down your spine as you listen to her rumble contemplatively in her own language for a few minutes. "Little flower, do refrain from showing me such. . . images again. It is insulting that one would draw my species so. . ." She made a motion with a hand as she tried to find the word. Clearly she didn't like it because it didn't depict yautja big and scary or whatever. "So don't show you chibis?" You asked quietly as she pulled you back against her warm, muscular stomach, her heart pounding just behind your ear. "Sei-i, Little Flower. I don't want to know about these. . . Chibis." She spat out the word like it was a curse. "Insulting soft meats." You leaned up placing a kiss on her chin as she bowed her head to meet your gaze. "Sorry Hail." Hail grunted as her expression softened as she gently rubbed to lower mandibles up and down the back of your head with a tender rumble. "Not fault, know you respect me." "Of course. . ." You murmured as she wrapped her arms around you and lifted you up against her chest. She raised you both off of the couch, steadily rumbling as her strong earthy scent filled your nose while you buried your face in her chest. "I guess bed time?" You asked with a small laugh as she lapped at the bite mark she left on your shoulder the first time you both had sex. Apparently it was a marking bite that let every other yautja know who was mated to you and exactly how big they were.

"Too much looking at phone, lets do better activities." She responded as she carried you off upstairs, trilling as you just laughed. Well, at least you'll be sleeping good tonight once she's done with you.