#beneath the ask

[targentis]

Hello. I saw some screenshots in some of your older posts of a YouTube channel called Minnsy and Mercles. I believe that it was about Freddie Mercury and David Minns, right? I searched for it and couldn’t find it. What happened to it? Can you explain everything about it and maybe even if I can find its videos somewhere else? I’d appreciate it.

oh my god. are you talking about this?

i am so honored that you think this is real. but alas! i actually recreated the youtube interface from scratch in clip studio paint. twas all an illusion, for art. </3 sorry to disappoint you.

@jujutsukaisen0 watched me draw this, so rest assured i speak the truth.

[detrasystem]

i neeeed to hear more about cornelia x valter! please!!

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND......i went a little hogwild making braindump notes with this one because the more i dug into the lore of each game the more insane i went. but first here's the first line, because i forgot i wrote even that much:

Sometimes, she still can’t believe she got away with it.

and since all this will NOT be covered onscreen for the most part seeing as the fic i intend to write is going to be about Cornelia and Valter as like Already Married, here's the lore behind how that happened straight from my notes:

before the War of the Stones, Valter attacks civilians with Duessel’s cursed lance and gets exiled. this is around the time when Cornelia gets teleported to Magvel in an attempt to escape the conflict in Fódlan once and for all (after the events of 3H); she is Done with that nonsense and, after all she’s done As Cornelia on the surface, she refuses to return to the underground. she was probably assisted by Count Bergliez in this effort per that dialogue lore drop in Verdant Wind, but he didn’t go with her to Magvel—as far as i know i’m pretty sure Cornelia is the only one from Fódlan now in this crazzy fucked up world. anyway. because Cornelia shows up while Valter is stewing and formulating revenge plots, he now has something other than revenge and hatred to think about. and because Cornelia is Also fucked up and evil, she eventually becomes something More to him than something to kill. she eventually gets through to him, even, more than his bloodthirsty instincts, though he continues to have the call for endless strife pulling at the edges of his mind. it is all very lovely and it takes time, but they get married before the War of the Stones even starts and so all of that romantic buildup is NOT my business.

the fic itself runs more or less alongside the events of Sacred Stones, as Valter gets called back to serve Grado again, but this time Cornelia is there and this complicates things, both because he Cares about her and because she's decided she wants to try to un-curse him via crest experiment-adjacent procedures.

this is so much more than a crackship to me now.

[detragallery]

1) how would you describe your style

2) what's your favorite thing about your style

22) what inspires you

ERM............ that's a good quastion...... probably like...uh... lively and expressive???? i feel like my art just suits me as a person, which is what i'm going for <3

i LOOOOVE how i do lineart. like. i started doing "sketchy" lineart after watching one of my favorite artists draw and something CLICKED in me. it's so easy and painless for me, and i can adapt it whenever i need to, and it looks so fucking good.

i just answered 22, but shoutout to the Art Nouveau movement for being so epic <3

[karinasbaby]

neighbor jake that reads his mom's erotic novels in the dark of his room and fantasizes about you, the hot older woman living just across the street. you live... no husband... your son has left for college. it's only you and a horny and so eager young man observing you from his window, cock in hand and dirty scenes he read about in his mind... dot dot dot

CHEYE I LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS. literally stared at this w my jaw completely open and in just . so much shock. I WANT HIM SO BAD.

it becomes a routine for him, every night after dinner he settles onto the leather chair in the middle of his room that faces the window. completely open and revealing your side to him. he could see your fluffy bed all clean and tidied up, white fur carpet in the middle and the dim golden coloured lights casting intimate glowing around the walls. but most importantly he saw you.

everyday without fail— you would put on a show for him. you peeked at him from the tilted curtains that teased him with the slightest bits of you— but it was just enough for his cock to strain against his boxers, just enough to have his knuckles pale around the book he held in his hand while the other sneaked beneath his sweatpants.

and now you started. hands with freshly manicured nails trailing upwards to your blouse. the tight, sheer white fabric hiding practically nothing. not your tits that spilled over the flimsy & lacy bra. he felt jealous from everyone that saw you all pretty at work today. the men that would approach you when you’re sitting down just to steal a glance at your perfect breasts while he waited for your arrival.

and even when you came by exactly when you needed to, you still loved to tease him. to edge him further and further by gripping onto the loose buttons and pulling them apart one by one. so agonisingly slow jake could feel the beads of sweat trailing down his temples, his cock twitching in his pants the more your skin got revealed to him. and once you finally reached the final button he shuddered out a sigh of relief.

and you smiled. all mischievous and evil. like you knew how much he was struggling with, like you knew the effect you had on him. and then you pointed at his book, like you were asking him to take his glued eyes off of your breasts and look at the pages that contained jumbled and blurry words for him now.

but jake knew that if he didn’t listen, you would just pull the curtain at him. and he couldn’t have that, he’s been waiting the entire day for this moment.

so he gulped and returned his gaze back onto the book.

“his hands traveled down my breasts, all hot and needy. rough skin against my softened one.” well fuck if he didn’t want to grope your tits right now. they looked so soft, so warm and he wanted to do nothing more than to just nuzzle his face right between them.

he heaved a deep breath in before he continued. after stealing a quick glance to you, still pulling at your blouse and finally discarding the outfit away before your fingers tugged at the waistline of your skirt.

jake was losing it. his cock— all heavy and leaking pulsed under his palm as he squeezed himself just to stop himself from cumming too soon. “his mouth lowered down my waist, travelling right in between my thighs when he kissed a light and loving kiss into my core.” and this time jake groaned.

so strained, so needy and helpless. the whole time his mind was struggling to pick up the words you were slowly pulling the skirt down, revealing the softest and slightest peeks of yourself, your skin that he dreamed of kissing. desired to worship and love every single night. all slowly coming back into his sight.

he couldn’t help it when he starts to palm his heated cock, the pre cum oozing into his boxers when he looked back to only find you in a flimsy, lacy lingerie. pretty index finger caught between your teeth as you looked at him. your eyes inviting him along with his nastiest fantasies to you. just come over. that’s what he was hearing. come over and fuck me till i forget my own name.

so pretty. you stood there in front of him under the golden lights— looking so divine and soft. god he wanted to claim you, to whisper ‘mine’ into your skin every morning and night. you were so gorgeous, so needy for him. and when your hand began to pull at your bra while the other sneaked beneath your panties— your plump lips falling open to let the softest gasps escape them when you pleased yourself— “jake! did you see my new book?!” his mother’s voice boomed from outside his door.

you laughed. and jake was doomed.

[woodbrook-wanderer]

Bits + Bits: A meta discussion on Sam's gender

Hello! This post by @spyjam24 has been itching me for quite a while, and while I could just include this in a post about Sam and in general the queercoding of the BTTWNS world, this seems important enough to talk about on its own. Sam being a woman while presenting masculinely is another point of discussion in my future Nigel analysis.

BEAR HEIRARCHIES:

Being solitary creatures, bears have a simplistic social structure where mature dominant males are at the top, and sub-adults and cubs remain at the bottom. Male bears assert dominance by marking their area with their scent and challenge other males to gain right to food sources or an area. Larger bears roar to scare away younger bears who aren't as strong. While bears are not territorial and learn to co-exist with each other in safe distances, even congregating in places with abundant food supply (streams, coasts, etc.), the male dominance ensures that all the given needs (food, water, shelter, and mates) are streamlined towards them. Females do not have much say in the matter. Although they are tolerant and can live within the territories of dominant males, refusing advances for mating results in injury or even death.

Female bears are most associated with rearing young and defending their cubs when male bears threaten to kill their children in order to get the mother to mate with him. Females do not go out of their way to kill or challenge other females.

Single females and subadults are almost always submissive to mature males but have a loose hierarchy within their own group.

RE-IMAGINING BTTWNS WITH A MALE PROTAGONIST:

Knowing this, how would BTTWNS play out if Sam was a man? The most prominent selling point fans and comic news outlets use to drive eyes towards the comic is its similarities to the TV show Dexter. Similar logline, similar plot, close enough characters. I have not watched the show in its entirety yet but with the knowledge I've gotten through friends and social media osmosis, it's about a mild-tempered investigator who's a serial killer by night. I have heard from a friend that one of the main storylines in the series is a string of murders happens and it is done to impress the titular character.

Sound familiar?

However, coming from a fan of Beneath The Trees and did not read under the advertising of it being "Dexter but Richard Scarry!", I believe it largely undersells and underestimates the message and themes. It also seems to disregard the importance of Samantha being a woman but also being a butch. Her gender presentation is extremely important as to how and why she kills in the first place.

But let's play this hypothetically. Sam is a man. He owns a hardware shop and is well liked in his community. He's the only bear in town. He's secretly a serial killer and goes out to the city to pick and choose his victim. Sure, it sounds similar enough, but why would he still kill in the first place when he knows he's at the top of the food chain or the social hierarchy in Woodbrook in the lenses of the anthropomorphic animal world? More importantly, if he was a man, why would anyone be brave enough to challenge him by becoming the local serial killer?

Nigel challenges Sam because she is a woman.

Caging The Idea:

Of course Beneath The Trees could work alone if Sam was a man but that would take away a lot of the gravity in the implied horror of the series.

First and foremost, Nigel is a stalker. He follows Sam around and obsessively takes photos of her to collect. God knows what he's doing with those photos, but his obsession with her extends beyond the images and into imitation. Aside from becoming a serial killer himself, he tries dressing and acting similarly in Issue 4 where he confesses to the crime in an attempt to become her equal.

But that's the thing though. He doesn't view her as an equal. He's excited at the idea of her masculinity and imitates what he can learn from the violence that comes with it. She isn't as competent because she is a woman and he needs to assert himself under the guise of assisting her or "doing it together".

He throws a fit when he is rejected, similarly to how certain men feel entitled to a woman or a partner and violently attacks her (although in this case indirectly by framing Charlie's murder on her and creeping into her subconscious in the nightmare).

He fights for dominance he knows she can't naturally have because that's how nature is, correct? Females will always be submissive to males and rejection results in injury or even death.

Now imagine all of this if Sam was a man. It does not feel twice as horrifying as it actually is in its plainest form.

Nigel is a predator as we know it in the modern sociological context, and he confidently does this by exerting the violence that comes with masculinity which he ironically learnt from a woman.

WHY DO YOU KILL?:

It's simple. Nigel kills to assert his dominance.

Sam kills to emotionally regulate, but also kills to assert dominance.

Sam is seen to revere wild bears as she sees herself as a bear (she is, but moreso in the sense she is not "human" or social like the other animal folk in Woodbrook) and chooses to be one with what she loves. Her fascination and kinship with the strength and the power they hold in nature is why she chooses to present, dress, and act butch. However, we do see in gaps and moments that she is aware of how powerless she actually is if she was a bear and if she were to be a person. There's the pressure to be good. There's the social pressure that comes with being a woman. There's the expectations of her gender and the exploitation men will have over her in either situation.

And so she kills. She has no young to defend. She's not interested in love, or raising a family or being social so she'll act like a male bear because that is the closest she'll ever get to having power over anyone.

And that power will be challenged in the Spring.

Yes. It's important that Sam is a woman. Don't undersell BTTWNS as a Dexter spinoff.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 126

You know what would be hilarious? 

Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 

The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 

Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 

[yeagersss]

I’ve been wanting to read more long form Sukuna fics but all the ones I find on Ao3 are far too smutty ｡(ﾟ´з`ﾟ )ﾟ｡ even when I tag it out

Do you have any fic recs for Sukuna? Both Heian and College AU? I just finished reading Irori and it was amazing TT

Ohhh let me seeee. From the top of my head, these are the ones I remember that have like one or two or no smutty scenes:

Accidental Sins by KillerPoultry

Forgotten Souls by KillerPoultry, Bebobopopo

Every King Needs a Queen by Just_Another_Wolf (unfinished but iirc it's in final chapters)

CEO Sukuna by Rodidor

Twisted Remnants by etchpicture (unfinished, very veeery slow burn, heavily plot driven)

Bonds of Fruition by lemonlover1110 (unfinished)

Shadow's Embrace by Olivia Lau (unfinished)

Men are so quick to blame the gods by awearywritersworld (unfinished)

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your most recent post I just made me think about John (because I’m always thinking about John) and if having his wrists pinned would freak him out. Like, the level of trust he would have to build with Oscar to give up what little control he does have, give up that little piece of autonomy he clings too. Idk your art makes me crazy and then I get thinking and here we are—

no you’re so right my god. I need to draw more of these three navigating being intimate because it makes me go INSANE. I need more John being reluctant to trust Oscar and Oscar being patient with him because he’s probably a little bit scared of him but also he knows what it’s like to be ignored and to lose some of your autonomy (I mean he’s coming from the religious trauma stand point but still you get me) NOW YOUVE GOT ME RAMBLING DAMN IT I need to draw them so bad

[devotion-disorder]

I wonder how Killian would react to the first human they find having enhancements(braces, tattoo’s, piercings).. would he know that’s not normal or just assume every human has a mouth full of metal

although its a very funny idea to think the elves just started to assume all humans have a mouth full of metal, I think they're smart enough to realize those are deliberate modifications (most of the elves themselves have piercings, after all). But they'll still be curious about it! Are they for practical or aesthetic uses? Is it related to specific human cultures and beliefs? How badly did it hurt/ does it hurt?

I suppose Killian was indeed curious about human biology, but maybe more specifically YOUR biology...if you catch my drift.

[swing-crow]

Universe tests me by giving me severe hyperfixations on dead side characters that no one else is that passionate about..

We might be on luck with Daniel tho..

[stealingpotatoes]

I saw your amazing Merrin redesign and this popped into my head:

If you could redesign Ahsoka's TL4J outfit, what would it look like?

aw thank you so much!! and ooo good question!! obviously I love Ahsoka's canon show/tl4j-era design and don't think I could match it, but here're some quick ideas! i'd definitely lean into the Daughter + Rebels finale + that one tcw vision for some inspo

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

[targentis]

I need to learn about every of your trans and disabled fe3h headcanons actually

step into my lair...i have much to tell you.

BLACK EAGLES

transmasc Edelgard

transfem Hubert with ASPD i love you queen

Ferdinand is cis+. just gnc af.

transfem Bernadetta :)

agender Linhardt (see the below image wherein i visualize my belief that Hubert harvested his gender to distribute to the rest of the beagles). also he is an ambulatory wheelchair user i think. and extremely autistic which i'm like 99% sure is Entirely canon

BLUE LIONS

transmasc Ingrid (i forget who it was who opened my eyes to this hc but they drew it for fetransweek last year and i have never been the same)

when i said Felix with prosthetics i was just waking up from a dream i had where that was the case and i didn't actually put that much thought into it but actually. i'm so right for this. can you imagine the symbolism of him losing a hand and replacing it with just like. a Blade. are you kidding me. god. he should also have a prosthetic leg just because i said so. i am chopping off his limbs as we speak

Cyrus Lenz is there and he is transmasc and autistic and if you don't know who he is then you must open your eyes. to @blaiddydboyfriend

transmasc Dedue also <3

there's something going on with Dimitri's gender but nobody knows, least of all himself. also he's canonically disabled so i don't really have to make a headcanon about this. but he's very autistic and i think it should be said. (who tf says "is my smile presentable".....)

GOLDEN DEER

transmasc Lysithea and i am NOT kidding

TRANSFEM HILDA!!!!!!!!!

OTHER

nonbinary Byleth OBVIOUSLY. this isn't even a headcanon really this is just canon. also they are a weirdstrange offputting autistic person. relatable.

transmasc Rodrigue 💪🔥🔥💥💥💥

TRANSFEM CORNELIA/CLEOBULUS THIS IS ALSO CANON. TO ME.

i THINK this is all of them but don't quote me on that. big fan of these guys being trans and disabled. <3

[detrasystem]

Oath of Blood and Plurality of Souls 👁️👁️👁️

OOH BOY these are ones that have been sitting on the backburner for a while

Oath of Blood

this was a story concept based on a dream i had wherein there was this like fantasy rehabilitation center where they turn patients into assassins or something and there was something to do with the main character's dead brother haunting her and demanding she retrieve six arcane objects in order to dispel his ghost...honestly it sounded so amazing when i woke up from that dream but like now that it's been a while i cannot figure out what to do with the information i have HDFBDFB

A Plurality of Souls

now THIS!!! is a gothic take on DID that i wanted to write especially back when i was kind of frustrated with plural rep in media lol

for this one i actually do have a written snippet to share! this is literally the entirety of the document so far:

Before Cain’s latest assistant retreated for the final time, he left a note calling the doctor erratic and difficult to work with. Cain was used to this sentiment by now, used to the endless shuffling of eager-eyed, naive students who started out with an idealistic view of the man and then came to realize that he was a much different person in the flesh. But he had to admit, this latest boy—whatever his name was—had been his favourite. After all, he left notes, even without instruction. Most of Cain’s pupils took to calling him erratic and difficult to work with face-to-face. And how on Earth was he supposed to remember such things if they were not written down?

[detragallery]

12 and 22 for the ask game :3

12. show us an old drawing

well if you insist ;)

this is the first fully colored illustration i posted on my (second) tumblr. honestly? i'm still really proud of this. i want to try making a full tarot deck again <3

22. what inspires you

oh. SO much. you, for one. HEEHEE. also, just like...everything..... music inspires me a Lot, so when i'm creating art i have to have a specific playlist going on while i draw. this is why i have 800 playlists on Spotify.

i also have a specific list of tumblr artists who have been very influential to my style, and who inspire me to this day:

@thewickwheat, @japhers, @reallyhardydraws, @cyellolemon, @princecanary, and @burdge 💕

(also certain FEH artists inspire the hell out of me. i am looking directly at PenekoR)

[dipperscavern]

this post just has me thinking. frigging thinking yo || jon snow x gn!reader

about how jon doesn’t like his scars. none of them that he carries are granted any sort of gift of his approval; the ones on his torso are no exception. some think them a sign of strength, of perseverance — to jon, however, the torn flesh is something to which he bears no love for.

but he harbors a special dislike for those on his face. the memory of a light scar on his brow, given to him by robb during training in their youth, is now largely overshadowed by a petulant abhor of a time when wildling apparel clothed his body. kissed by fire.

the words ring true enough, producing the same effect each time they reverberate throughout his (never silent) skull. a pause in his ministrations — a distant look in his eyes.

sometimes he must wait for it to pass. others, he merely falters in his movements, and claws his way back to normalcy with a slight lag & brows that become pinched in their determination.

the scars always make him remember. whether it be the healing skin itching, or an unfortunate glance in the mirror, he always remembers. always falters.

but sometimes you’re there, and it feels oh, so much more bearable when you are. you and your sovereign hands.

your touch is soft when you cradle him, broken and repaired skin and jaded heart and all. in that very moment, it feels as though somehow you could make him as soft, too.

jons hate for the memories etched onto his skin fade with each pass of your fingertips across the jagged areas — for they must be good, if worthy enough to receive your attention. your lips are warm as they capture his temple; a place both marked by fury & somehow, also the most comforting when adored. a kiss is the briefest of moments, but oh, gods, how visceral his reaction is.

flutters of his lashes as they’re accompanied by closing eyelids; he’d not be able to open them if asked directly by the maiden herself. he’s always been stubborn, and his body seems to live by such a code with each decision it makes without him — retinas refusing to supply him with visual information when you’re touching him — no. his own vessel demands uninterrupted focus when cradled by your loving palms. it’s innate, the way he chooses to receive you.

the feeling of your lips as they kiss his hair; he’d live in this moment forever if given the option. he tries, oh, how he tries. he offers himself to you and slows his breathing to a snails pace, as if that’ll make time pass at the same speed.

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

Fugly cowboy remus lupi- *gets shot*

well yes!!!!!!!!