#id even take orange or brown or dark yellow or even red!!!

[instafuck]

all i want in this life is a living space that looks like frankenfurter's castle...

[nd-of-a-manatee]

Brambles pt. 1

Pls read this for context first

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[ID:

(This description is a text adaptation of a comic. Some descriptions have been tailored to fit the change in medium.)

It’s night.

The Motherlobe looms black in the dark blue sky among the trees in the quarry of Psychonauts HQ. The center window of the brain-shaped building is illuminated with pale yellow light. Inside that window, the silhouettes of Truman Zanotto–the Grand head of the Psychonauts–and an unknown female figure argue with each other as word bubbles clutter the space above them. Far below, Lili Zanotto (in her early teens) escapes the building out a side entrance and hops across hovering platforms over the lake at the bottom of the quarry. She’s wearing a blue sweater, black pants, red and white sneakers, and her brown hair tied in long low pigtails.

She steps off the last platform onto a grassy rock formation. The top of the formation used to be where her secret garden grew. It’s now empty, with a hole in the ground where the willow tree used to be. Lili hops easily past the site and uses a squiggle of levitation to clear a gap in the boulders that structure the hillside.

Lili walks on through the forest alone, hands in pockets. Giant moonlit pine trees and bushes surround her as she makes her way along an unclear path. When she reaches her destination, she looks ahead with weary irritation. Her reddish eyeshadow is purple in the low light, making her look even more tired. She has a new garden–filled with many varieties of plants, sectioned by a hedge down the center, surrounded by smooth stones, and crowned with three willows of varying height that huddle beneath a cluster of vertical cylindrical rocks that push together as if to cradle them. The whole place is covered in ropey green thorny weeds.

“Ugh. Again?” she groans.

She starts trying to pull the vines away from a nearby flowering shrub, but they’re stubborn and bite her through her fingerless black gloves. Her sixth sense suddenly gets her attention (represented with magenta lines that emanate from her head). She turns around and sees a rail-thin figure posed atop one of the stone stacks, backlit against the half moon hanging in the sky behind it. The figure is boyish and short with awkwardly long legs, upside down with one hand supporting it, the other behind his back, and both legs straight up in the air. A familiar brown helmet and red goggles make its head look bigger than it should be.

Lili, smiling, responds with telepathy.

<Hey, tree-sitter. What’re you doing here?>

Her friend and partner, Razputin, lifts his head and looks down at her through all the red hair sticking out of his helmet. He responds warmly through orange psychic waves.

<I sensed a disturbance.>

<Psh. I bet the whole county heard it,> Lili adds huffily. She glances away at nothing in particular.

<Definitely could from Sasha’s lab,> Raz admits.

<What were you doing in the lab this late at night?> she asks, crossing her arms.

<Shooting psychic waves at the moon.>

<Why? The moon’s still there during the day.>

<I know. We’ve been at it since this morning.>

Lili can’t help smiling again.

<Mind if I come down?> Raz asks.

<Go ahead. You can help me get rid of these weeds. They don’t listen to reason.>

Raz lists forward and effortlessly flips his way down the steep stone slope, landing all clean and professional in the grass at the bottom. His outfit is easier to see up close. Mint-green long-sleeve, light brown pants. The cuffs of both disappear into gray-green gloves and black and white hightop shoes. Lili gives him a single clap, and they get to work.

Both of them generate giant telekinesis hands composed of psychic energy in their respective colors. Raz selects a cluster of vines and yanks as hard as he can with his big TK hand. The vines react violently, twisting on their own so fast that the hand snaps into a cloud of scattering orange remains, complete with a “CHOMP” sound.

“Can’t we psi-blast them off?” Raz asks aloud.

“No way.” Lili doesn’t take her eyes off of the mess she’s concentrating on. Two fingers are pressed to her temple. “I’ve been so busy with missions and my mom visiting that I’ve hardly watered anything. I’d burn these stupid weeds off myself if the whole garden wouldn’t go up with them. I need my watering can, but I can’t get to it under all this.”

“Have you got any hedge clippers?”

“Yeah, they’re with the watering can.”

Raz thinks, forming a thought bubble that expands into a hand with a pair of hedge shears. He presses in on the weeds with a devilish grin.

Lili has wound up on the other side of the dividing hedge as the two of them move further into the garden. Green nettles and chunks of rope fly up from the other side while Lili tears strands of weeds apart with her TK hands. It’s a little easier, since hers wear gloves.

“So, about earlier…,” Raz begins gingerly. “Are you okay?”

Lili doesn’t break stride, but her eyes drag the ground.

“I’ve been worse. I just… I think I really screwed up this time.”

“What happened?”

Lili flashes back to earlier that evening, inside the Motherlobe. Everything is rendered in vague magenta shapes. Lili stood before a cork board covered in papers, pointing things out to the female figure from before as her father stood by. The woman’s arms were crossed stiffly. Her frame was broad and imposing. She was taller than the others in the room. Truman’s hands were clasped limply behind his back.

“Everything was going fine,” Lili continues. “I was showing mom all the cool stuff we’ve been doing and how safe the cadet missions are. She seemed, like, actually impressed for a second.”

The figure of Lili’s mother put the knuckles of her hand to her mouth. She had long hair that fell over her shoulders and a frizzy topknot that resembled a flame or firework. Her chin dipped in consideration.

“So, when are you coming back East with me?” her mother asked.

“Uh, I dunno. Things have been really busy.” Lili hadn’t had a better answer.

“Lili, be careful you’re not letting the Psychonauts get in the way of the real world.” The woman turned her intense blue gaze on Truman, who didn’t meet her eyes. “And family.”

“Why’d she look at your dad?” Raz asks in the present, poking his head over the hedge.

“Well, my dad may be really good at his job as Grand Head, but he didn’t used to be good at being, y’know, my dad,” Lili explains as casually as she can manage.

“Oh…” Raz sinks down behind the hedge as he thinks about that. “I guess Truman does hold the record for the most field hours. And office hours. And overtime hours. That probably wouldn’t leave time for much else.”

End ID]

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[mourningmogaicrew]

Various xenogenders + catgender

From left to right: preciouscatgender, devilishcatgender, dreamycatgender, icecatgender, gloscatgender, amorflowercatgender, cinbucatgender, blustraberrycatgender, auDHDcatgender

Preciouscatgender: a gender connected to innocence, cats, and/or innocent cats. Based off the "little angel" stereotype where cats seem pure but cause trouble anyway.

Devilishcatgender: a gender connected to evilness, cats, and/or evil cats. Based off the "little demon" stereotype of trouble-making pets.

Dreamicatgender: a gender connected to cats, dreams, and/or dreamy cats.

Icecatgender: a gender connected to cats and italian ice.

Gloscatgender: a gender connected to cats, glowsquids, and/or glowing cats or minecraft cats.

Amorflowercatgender: a gender connected to cats, affection, and flowers.

Blustraberrycatgender: a gender connected to cats, blueberries, and strawberries.

Cinnacatgender: a gender connected to cats and cinnamon buns/rolls. (Can also be called cinbuncatgender, because cinnagender is a different thing)

AuDHDcatgender: a gender connected to cats, having autism and ADHD, and/or relating cats to your symptoms (ex: "cats are autistic because they.....").

I know the names for some of these are kind of long, but they can be written as -catic instead of -catgender to make them shorter!

Also: dreamicatgender/dreamicatic is a basic combination of catgender and dreamgender, I just added a "i" to make sure a certain fandom doesn't take it.

(This post is originally from: March 1st, 2022.)

Flag IDs under the cut:

[Image ID: A set of 9 catgender flags. They all have 5 even horizontal stripes with a catgender symbol (simplified cat head with 6 whiskers) in the middle of the flag.

The preciouscatgender flag has yellow-orange, yellow, light teal, light blue, and sky blue stripes. The symbol is light purple with white angel wings and a blue halo around it.

The devilishcatgender flag has dark red, red, orange-yellow, brown, and dark brown stripes. The symbol is grey with devil horns, a pointy tail, and a pointy pitchfork around it.

The dreamicatgender flag has yellow, light pink, white, light blue, and purple stripes. The symbol is light purple with a yellow moon and pink and blue stars on it.

The icecatgender flag has dark red, red, light yellow, blue, and dark blue stripes. The symbol is yellow with an italian ice cup on it. The cup is white with green lettering, purple ice inside, and a wooden spoon next to it.

The gloscatgender/glosquidcatic flag has dark blue-grey, blue-grey, teal, dark teal, and grey-black stripes. The symbol is teal-white with 2 hand-drawn Minecraft glowsquids around it.

The amorflowercatgender flag has pink, light pink, pink-white, yellow, and bright green stripes. The symbol is very light pink with yellow hearts for eyes and a cat mouth. Around the symbol are 4 teal flowers.

The cinbucatgender flag has light pink, pink-grey, brown, yellow-brown, and light yellow-brown stripes. The symbol is a warm brown color with a cinnamon bun with steam coming off of it inside.

The blustraberrycatgender flag has red, red-pink, light green, light blue, and dark blue stripes. The symbol is light purple with 2 strawberries and a pile of blueberries on it.

The auDHDcatgender flag has dark teal, teal, green, yellow, and yellow-orange stripes. The symbol is orange with a black infinity symbol on it.

End ID.]

[cryptidclaw]

My Clan Genorator’s warriors! the brothers Sootstorm and Shadowwhisker and the only senior warrior Rainclaw! There are only 3 warriors left, not including the queens and the deputy... many cats have “disappeared” since Spiderstar taking over... These warriors are all extremely loyal to Spiderstar and they are training the next generation of warriors to be just the same.

Image IDs below v 

[Image 1 ID: Screenshot from the Clan Generator website which reads “HAWTHORNCLAN; The Demonic and Unstable”./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: A digital drawing of two cats, Stootstorm on the left and Shadowwhisker on the right, over a black background. Sootstorm is standing on his hind legs with his front paws up, claws unsheathed ready for battle. He has a determined cocky expression with his ears back and his mouth is open in a smile seemingly yelling something. he is a short furred black cat with scruffy fur, he has multiple scars from claws and he has bright orange eyes and teeth, his scars are all a dark dull pink and his tongue is dark red. Shadowwhisker is standing more crouched to the ground, he is in a battle ready pose. He has an angry expression and is hissing. He is a short furred black tom very similar to Sootstorm but a slightly darker shade, his fur is even more scruffy than Sootstorm’s and he has several patches of fur missing, including around his jaw, he has dull orange brown eyes and teeth, his scars are all a dark dull pink and his tongue is dark red. Above them is written in white handwriting, “-Brothers from the same litter; -Spiderstar and Swanheart’s cousins; -were born around the same time as Spider & Swan; -have been Spider’s lackeys since kit hood; -trained in the dark forest”. on the left side of Sootstorm is a screenshot of his description from the Clan Generator which says “SOOTSTORM- a short haired, black tom, with amber eyes.” below this screenshot is written in white “-quick to start a fight; -big ego; -no qualms with killing”. Next to Shadowwhisker is a screenshot of his description from the Clan Generator which says “SHADOWWHISKER- a black tom, with short fur and hazel eyes.” below this screenshot is written in white “-a bit mangey; -more serious; -also no qualms with killing”./End ID]

[Image 3 ID:  A digital drawing of Rainclaw, a hairless grey cat sitting to the left with his head turned to the side, he is scowling and has his mouth open as though he is saying a snide comment. his skin is wrinkled around his eyes and armpits and his skin is a lighter dull shade of pink on his stomach and inner ears while his face back and legs are all a gradient of light to dark grey. He has yellow eyes and teeth and white scars from claws on his back, legs and face. To his right is a screenshot of his description from the Clan Generator which says “RAINCLAW- a hairless, blue tom, with gold eyes.” below this is written in white handwriting “-Senior warrior; -was Spiderstar’s mentor; -wanted to be deputy; -Spider knew he wouldn’t follow her every command like her brother so she chose Swan instead”./End ID]

[anonsally]

Happy Birdday To Me!

For my birthday today, I took the day off work and spent over two hours birdwatching at a hotspot I had not been to before, though it's not that far away. Long report below!

(I hate driving on the freeway, particularly the one I would've had to take to get to Arrowhead Marsh. But I figured out that I could get there on public transit instead.)

Various rare bird sightings have occurred there in the past week, so I was hoping to see something new. In the end, I only saw one of the rarities, but I did see 7 birds I'd never seen before!

My dad joined me after about 45 minutes, but even before that, there were a number of Very Serious Birders with serious equipment. None of them had seen (today) the Nelson's sparrow or tufted duck that have been there the past few days (though according to the rare bird alerts, a few people had seen the sparrow in the morning), but they did help me with some IDs and point a few birds out and let me look through their spotting scopes!

Seven new species:

Common yellowthroat. This is probably the one I was most excited about, even though it isn't very unusual--but I had never seen it! and it's yellow!

Sora. Also very exciting with its pretty plumage and yellow beak! It was shy, but I got a good look at it a few times when it foraged at the edge of some reeds.

White-winged scoter. This was the only rare one that I saw, and it was pointed out by some of the Very Serious Birders, who let me look at it through their scope and regretted that they had not pointed it out to me while it was preening and showing its white wing patches. I could see a tiny white line on the wing, and the bill was very scoter-y, but it would look to a casual viewer like a pretty solid dark brown duck.

Blue-winged teals. Very beautiful bird. There were 3 of them--two males and a female--paddling around, and I could see a small light blue spot on the folded wing of one of the males. It's a large blue patch in flight, but not always visible when they're swimming.

Cinnamon teals. Another beautiful bird! We saw a pair.

Horned grebe. The horned and eared grebes are similar-looking and hard to distinguish, but in this case, I saw both (and was told both were there), so I managed to pick out the differences. (I had seen an eared grebe on the Elkhorn Slough boat tour, identified by someone else.)

Glaucous-winged gull. I would never have even tried to identify this one, but was told what it was.

I also "collected" a whole trifecta of teals, because someone also pointed out a green-winged teal (I'd seen one before). I was happy to see a pied-billed grebe (definitely the cutest of the grebes we get around here). On the walk from the bus stop I saw what I believe was a red-shouldered hawk perched on a utility pole. It had the orange barred front, but the back looked less black-and-white than brown-and-white. There were lots of scaups in the water, but I couldn't tell if they were greater or lesser; we also saw what was probably a greater yellowlegs, but of course could have been lesser. I saw some coots, common goldeneyes, black-necked stilts, snowy egrets, a great blue heron, loads of willets and marbled godwits, and a couple of black turnstones, but I'm sure there were lots of other ducks and shorebirds I didn't manage to identify.

All in all, it felt like a very successful birthday birding expedition, and it made me want to go back.

[rjalker]

look at these Butia* palm flowers, June 15th, 2023.

[ID: Two photographs of a palm tree from the genus Butia.

The first photo is taken from ground level, looking up at the tree, which has long green fronds. In the center is a large flower stalk that is yellow and red.

The second photo zooms in on the flower stalk, showing that it is covered in thousands of tiny yellow and red flowers.

End ID.]

the asterisk is because this is from the genus Butia, not a specific species. It used to be just one species, but then it was split into two, and I have no idea how to tell the two apart, and most people growing / selling them also don't know or just don't care.

These trees are also sometimes called Pindo palms, or jelly palms. Sometimes African jelly palms, though they're not from Africa.

Either way, if the flowers are pollinated (and there was a bee flying around up there helping!), the trees will form golf-ball sized orange fruits (I think they're technically dates?) that are sometimes called pina colada fruits, because they taste super tropical and awesome.

Here's two, each from a different tree. Like animals, plants are their own individuals, and each have their own individual traits, so some trees will have bigger fruits than others, and they'll each have their own unique flavor:

[ID: A photograph of two white hands holding up two Butia palm fruits to the camera. Both are orange, but the one on the left is smaller and more deeply orange, with unblemished skin, and the one on the right is larger, wider, and slightly paler orange, with some bruising on the skin. On the sidewalk in the background, and the grass next to it, more of the smaller orange fruits can be seen. End ID.]

The smaller one here was growing at a gas station, so uh, yeah don't eat fruits growing at gas stations even if you know the species itself isn't poisonous, lol. You also obviously need to make sure when you're collecting the fruit in general that it has not been sprayed with pesticide.

If your neighbors grow these trees and you know they don't use pesticides or anything, you can probably ask if it's okay to collect the fruit, and they'll probably thank you since it means they don't have to do it themselves.

If You own one of these trees, you can spread a tarp or a net out below the tree to catch the fruit when it falls so it doesn't get dirty :)

These fruits are very fiberous, so they can cause an upset stomach for some people, but you can squish them and drink the juice, which is where it gets the name African jelly palm -- mix the juice with pectin, and you've got some fruity tropical jelly!

They have a single seed in the center, which is.......pretty sure the word is polyembryonic, it's one seed but it's got three or four uh, babies inside. So if you grow one seed, you should get multiple seedlings that come up.

You can look at a seed and see each of the different...embyros. I'm not sure if that's even the right word for this but eh.

[ID: Two photos placed next to eachother of a cleaned seed from a Butia palm, held by a white hand over a sidewalk. The seed is light brown, has a hard coat, and is oval shaped, with a dark circle toward the narrow end. When turned upright, three lines can be seen trisecting the seed into three sections. End ID.]

These trees are commonly planted in the southern united states as decorative trees, and most people don't know the fruit's edible, or if they do, they just don't care.

We collected a bunch of seeds last year but weren't sure how to get them growing, so now I have one in a container of water and dirt with some canna lilies as part of the experiment.

I'm not sure how long it takes these trees until they can produce fruit, but if you find one with fruit on it...definitely make a note to come back in August or so and see if you can get any when it's ripe.

Pindo, Butia, or Jelly palms can be told apart from other commonly planted palm trees in the Southern US from their long fronds with the leaves radiating out from the central, vein, while most other palms have fronds with a long stem, then a fan shape at the end where the leaves radiate out:

[ID: An MS paint drawing of two scribbled palm fronds drawn in green.

The top one is labeled, "Cabbage palm native to North America" with a smiley emoticon, and continues, "Technically also has edible fruit but it's tiny with a big seed and dry and the birds will appreciate it more. Shaped like a hand or fan." The frond has a long stem, then a wider, jagged end. Several small black circles are labeled, "Tiny black fruits".

The second one is labeled, "Butia / Pindo native to South America" with a smiley emoticon, and continues, "Shaped like a feather", with several orange and gold circles labeled, "Yay fruit" and "golf-ball sized fruits", with one having orange lines radiating out from it. End ID.]

These fruits ripen around August, so keep an eye out then! You can collect them off the ground (if it's safe to do so), or if you've got a ladder or step stool, off the branch if they're ripe enough to come off easily.

If / when I get any of the seeds to germinate I will let you know :)

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Three fan-made Pokemon designs based around a wolf pup, a tanuki, and a squid. The wolf pup is mostly green with dark green eyes and a beige face, inner ears, and the tip of its tail. Its front paws are lime green and its back paws are brown. It has a piece of wood on its back like a sort of shield and a little leaf hat on its head. There is a transparent green Triforce shape behind it. The tanuki is red and brown with black eyes and a yellow face, paws, and inner ears. It is in a pose that implies that it is jumping into the air. There is a transparent orange mushroom shape behind it. The squid is blue with dark blue spots on the ends of its tentacles, blue eyes, a pale blue beak, and a dark blue mask-like marking around its face. It is smiling happily as it swishes its tentacles around. There is a transparent blue squid arrow shape behind it. End ID.]

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Surpriiiiise! I thought I'd give you guys a sneak peek at my next fan-region with an early look at its starters! We have Barkup the Brave Pup Pokemon, Tanuby the Tanuki Pokemon, and Skwoomy the Fresh Squid Pokemon! You guys can probably piece together the theme of my next region or at least get close enough to it, as I believe you're all pretty smart :3 Barkup is obviously our grass-type, eventually becoming part steel. Tanuby is the fire-type and will eventually become a flying type. And of course, Skwoomy is our water-type and is already part poison right out of the gate! Actually...this isn't even the first time you've seen anything from my next fan region, though to be fair that character wasn't exactly planned for this region, he just shows up in a somewhat important role :3

Now, given that I won't be able to get to actually building this region proper arts-wise for QUITE some time, these aren't entirely final designs. They're exceedingly close to what I want for them, but I am willing to take suggestions on tweaks to color and design element changes if need be. I'm hoping to introduce you guys to the Luckhaven region sooner rather than later :3

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Pokemon and related concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Barkup, Tanuby, Skwoomy, the Luckhaven region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[dragimalsdaydreams]

[image ID: a semi-cartoony drawing of Rex Lapis from Genshin Impact, floating against a yellow/purple background in his dragon form. his dragon form is that of a fairly standard Chinese dragon, with a long, serpentine form, four short legs, and an impressive golden mane framing his head and running down his spine to the tip of his tail. his head is long and somewhat square, with a broad snout and prominent tusks. long, golden whiskers with spiraling tips curl from his snout, two rounded, cow-like ears frame his face, and a pair of tall, red/orange antlers grow from the top if his skull. his eyes have golden Geo-spiral pupils, and he wears a calm, relaxed expression. the front legs are much thicker than the lithe hind legs, and all the paws have five broad, hoof-like toes. the mane and tail fur clumps together in spirals, seeming to furl and unfurl in motion with the wind. most of his body scales are a dark red-brown with pale gold tips, but the legs fade to pale gold at the paws with brown nails, and the flat underbelly scales are firey orange. two lines of red, diamond-shaped scales trail down the body on either side of the spine, much like alligator bumps. Chinese text sits at the bottom right corner reading 岩王帝君 (Rex Lapis). end ID]

I’m SO excited to post this, dragons are my core muse and my take on Zhongli has been sitting in my head for months hehe. honestly it’s the perfect time to finally finish this piece, with the current Vago Mundo contest, so wish me luck with that!!

more design notes under the cut

if you’re curious how my design compares to the og, here’s the dragon form in-game:

[image ID: a screenshot of Zhongli’s dragon form in-game, lying dead on the ground. this dragon is also a standard Chinese dragon, with a serpentine body, short legs, and thick mane. large brown, nearly-black scales cover most of the body. the mane around the head is fluffy and red, and large golden spikes along the back are hard to identify as either fur or hard plates. the red/gold fur along the tail curls into spirals, and some of the spikes have spiral patterns. there are large gold spikes and small diamond scales along the top of the tail and sides of the shoulders. the underbelly scales are a dark gold. the thin legs end in long, golden talons. the face is thin and pointed, with large red/gold antlers, and long, thin whiskers trailing from the snout. end ID]

I love my babygirl to death, but I gotta admit that his dragon form is... kinda boring. esp compared to one of the most stunning dragon designs ever, Dvalin, like... Zhongli’s dragon form doesn’t even hold a candle to it. even real Chinese dragon art/puppets have so much more flare, and I ended up using them as reference for a lot of this redesign (namely the face shape and gold-tipped scale patterns)

as for the paws, it turns out that Zhongli isn’t just a dragon, but also half-Qilin (according to his wiki at least), which isn’t apparent at all in his og design. so I thought more hoof-like paws rather than raptor talons would express that Qilin heritage better. I also think they work better for a strong/sturdy earth dragon too~

it also kinda killed me to not give him shingle-arranged scales like the og, but it just did NOT work well around the gator-like diamond scales, so I had to reshuffle them into straight lines unforch. just know I did genuinely try to make them work, haha

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of two human characters, standing on sandy ground. Behind them, distant acacia trees are silhouetted against the setting sun.

Standing closest to the camera is a young black woman. She is wearing a dark red halter top with a white collar and hem. Her pants have a yellow and orange geometric pattern, and each pant leg splits into two pieces below her waist, hanging loosely around her legs. She has cool, dark brown skin, warm brown eyes, blue-black hair, and a short, muscular build; her upper body is especially buff. She stands with one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side, as she looks directly into the camera with a confident smirk.

The woman's blue-black hair is barely shoulder-length and carefully styled, with three corn rows braided on the left side of her head. She wears rounded glasses with gold rims; a matching gold cross earring hangs from her right ear. A bead necklace hangs loosely around her neck; from it dangles a white and red beaded cross. Matching colorful beaded bracelets are on both her wrists. On her feet she wears white sandals with beaded patterns.

Behind the woman, a masked figure is crouched as if they have just landed - knees bent, one fist on the ground and the other hand raised as if preparing for a strike. Yellow bat wings arch from the figure's back, and matching ears angle back from their head. The figure wears green and black combat boots; the rest of their clothes are loose, flowing, and dark, hiding the details of their form. Red plaid lines the ends of their pant legs and sleeves, and the same pattern flows from shoulder to shoulder, covering their shirt collar. A matching red plaid cloth is tied around their head. A black mask covers their face, painted with a stylized fanged mouth, bat-like nose, and white eyes. The figure's shadow extends before them, stretching towards the camera. /end ID]

Also on my DeviantArt

yes I'm still at it with this "challenge" that should have ended three months ago. at this point it's just an excuse/motivation to make some new covers for all my Spotify playlists, ha.

anyway! this is Emily Wig, protagonist of my WIP novel Wings of the Dusk, and her superhero alter ego, Bat-Ear. yes they are the same person. Emily takes great care to make her two identities very distinct so as to keep anyone from guessing who's really behind the mask. part of this charade is that Emily relentlessly roasts "Bat-Ear"'s sense of fashion, while Bat-Ear claims to have no idea who this "Emily" person even is. she has fun. more on the drawing below.

this drawing took way longer than I wanted it to, partly due to "oof ouch humans hard to draw" and partly due to "oof ouch clothing and jewelry hard to draw". I'm not sure what the proper term for her hairstyle is (I tried my best with the image ID okay), but it's based off this (I found the image from some article online and took the time to find the actual original source. be proud of me.) Emily's cross necklace is modeled after one I have, albeit with different beads. Her pants are also modeled off some I have that are very flowy and fun. They also have different colors and a more complex pattern but I wasn't about to try and replicate that.

Bat-Ear's sweatshirt is a similar story; I partly based it off a sweatshirt I have that is also patterned around the collar and I did legitimately consider making a Procreate pattern brush to replicate it... but this was already taking me way too long and at that point I just wanted to be done with it, so I just used a plaid pattern brush I found online. another thing for Emily to roast her local superhero for- that, and the very dramatically painted hockey mask.

I considered giving Bat-Ear some sort of actual traditional mask from Kenya (which is where she's from and where she lives), but discovered that a) Kenya doesn't really have a lot of traditional animal masks? and b) most traditional African masks are associated with spiritual stuff and I didn't really want to get into that. so I just went for a general "ooh scary bat" sort of look. something a teenager would paint on a hockey mask to look intimidating. the claws are fake, by the way. probably stole some of her sister's fake nails.

fun fact: Emily's ears and wings are based off of the yellow-winged bat, because I already had reference images saved in my folder and figured it would look cool.

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J'ai étiqueté 368 billets en 2022

Seulement 37% de mes billets ne comportaient pas de tag

#tma - 57 billets

#cy talks - 29 billets

#cy makes art - 24 billets

#fanart - 16 billets

#one piece - 8 billets

#danganronpa - 8 billets

#severance - 7 billets

#tma fanart - 6 billets

#reblog - 6 billets

#ghost quartet - 6 billets

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and then we didn’t sleep at all and me and three of my friends (not the ones who met stromae) decided at 4:30 in the morning to take a train

Mes billets vedette en 2022 :

n°5

[ID: Digital illustration of Nikola Orsinov and Tim Stoker on a black background. The illustration is made of only coloured lineart. Tim is upside down.

Nikola is a grey mannequin with a red tutu and clown makeup. Tim is a brown man with bleached and dyed blue hair that is curly and reaches his shoulders. He is wearing a white shirt and holding a white object.

Around them is written "You idiot! Do you really think the world will fate under the watcher? Do you think you’re saving anyone? I don’t care. You can’t even save him! But I can hurt you".

"I don’t care" and "But I can hurt you" are written in white and upside down. The rest is in red. End ID]

For @tmaappreciationweek day three

Favourite scene: the confrontation between Tim and Nikola during the unknowing

44 notes - publié le 23 mars 2022

n°4

[ID: Digital portrait painting of Melanie King on a blue background.

Melanie is a pale japanese woman with short brown hair with red tips. She’s wearing a dark red sweater. End ID]

She’s actually my favourite ever

53 notes - publié le 18 septembre 2022

n°3

[ID: Digital illustration of the season 5 cast of the Magnus archives in front of a green sky composed of eyes. it shows Jon, Elias, Melanie, Georgie, Annabelle, Helen, Martin and Basira. In the middle is written "the Magnus archives. Season five" and at the bottom right "statement ends."

Jon is a brown man with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He has facial hair and round scars on his face. He wears a dark teal shirt and has some grey hairs.

Elias is a white man with gray hair and green eyes. He has a moustache and wrinkles and wears a blue suit.

Melanie is a Japanese woman with dark brown hair that is dyed pink. She has pink glass eyes and wears a red heart shaped earring. She wears a pink sweatshirt.

Georgie is a black woman with dark brown hair and eyes. Her curly hair is done in a bun and the tips are purple. She wears a yellow sweatshirt and a sword shaped earring.

Annabelle is a black woman with bleached short curly hair and brown eyes. There is a spiderweb design in her hair and in her eye makeup. She wears a purple turtleneck with a lilac dress.

Helen is a black woman with brown hair and hazelnut eyes. Her hair is curly and the tips are pink. She wears a green dress shirt with an orange crop top on top of it. She wears a yellow spiral shaped earring and has spiral motives on her face.

Martin is a Polynesian man with dark brown hair and eyes. He has two light grey streaks in his hair and facial hair. He wears a blue jumper and glasses.

Basira is a Middle Eastern woman with brown eyes. She wears a green hijab, a white dress shirt and a green sweater vest. End ID]

This is the first time I draw Elias

57 notes - publié le 5 février 2022

n°2

[ID: Digital bust shot portrait of Oliver Banks, a black man with long dark brown braids with light purple tips. He wears round glasses low on his nose and a blue grey sweater. He has freckles and wears a skull shaped earring. The background is light blue. In the top left corner is written "Oliver Banks, avatar of the End". End ID]

Man just wants a nap, more at five

59 notes - publié le 5 février 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

[ID: Digital painting of Annabelle Cane holding a phone in front of a red background. It is a bustshot.

Annabelle is a black woman with short pale blonde curly hair. Her eyes are completely white. There is a hole in her skull that is covered with a spiderweb. She is wearing a white shirt with ruffles a red corset and a green shawl. She wears red jewellery. The phone she is holding is a red rotary dial phone, there are two other phones on the table in front of her. End ID]

Long time no spider wife

532 notes - publié le 24 juillet 2022

Obtenez votre année 2022 en revue sur Tumblr →

[homeofhousechickens]

Do your chickens have different eye colors are are they all the same? Can chickens even have different eye colors?

Chickens can have Red, Yellow, Orange, Brown, Black, Pearl (white), light Grey to light greyish blue (Still pearl technically) and Green (also still pearl)

And any eye color inbetween those shades not counting albino eyes which can look various shades of red to purple (albinos are rare and sickly).

Eye color is also heavily effected by a lot of different genes. Some genes effecting feather color or pattern can make eye color darker or lighter.

Mareks disease also causes eye color changes in chickens. Chickens infected with Ocular Mareks tend to have steely grey eyes to shades of grey green. These chickens also usually end up suffering from blindness or death due to to how the disease progresses.

Here are some of my chickens i have/had and their various eye colors. There are plenty more shades then what just my birds have though so keep that in mind.

Nebby has dark amber eyes that usually appear black due to her fibromelanism

Blue Bird, Nebby's mother has lovely two toned orange and yellow eyes

Baby bird has eyes that typically look pretty yellow.

Princess Cream has eyes that are pretty red, Id describe the color close to blood orange.

Mr. Scoot Man had pure black eyes due to his fibromelanism.

Smores has very bright and lovely brown eyes

Nugget and Cannoli both have yellowy orange eyes thats typical for a chicken.

Below are some pictures of chickens who have pearl eyes. Pearl eyes are typically found in game birds but can show up in other breeds. Its important to note that pearl eyed birds are not effected negatively due to their eye color at all.

Normal pearl eye

Grey/Blue pearl eye. This bird has a little bit of red in their eye which gives the appearance of the eye being more blueish gray or green due to how our eyes percieve color.

Green. Same trick of the light with pearl eye makes the eye appear green but not alot is known about the color that much.

Pearl eye birds are usually culled as they dont fit the breed standard for most breeds AND it can look alot like ocular mareks so well meaning breeders will usually cull these birds for fear of a deadly illness taking their flock. This is theorized this why most breeds lack this eye color. Why breed a bird who has the same eye color as birds effected by a deadly contagious illness?

I would post what a mareks effected eye looks but i already used 10 photos in this post haha

[walks-the-ages]

y’know WHAT

from now on any time I draw Marinette, she’s going to NOT have blue hair or eyes. 

The show’s whitewashed her enough, the least we as a fandom can do is collectively undo that anyway we can.

And yeah, that includes not reffering to her as a bluenette in fanfiction. I have no issue with the term when applied to other characters from other franchises, but with Marinette, her hair is literally only blue as code for asian; Sabine’s hair is sliiiightly better, being much darker, with grey eyes instead of (literally impossible) bright blue, but seriously. 

They’re both whitewashed to be more approachable (and marketable!) to white viewers. 

What we could have had:

-grey eyes 

-black hair

-less rediculous eyelashes

[Image ID: Two renders from the concept art of Miraculous Ladybug, showing Marinette from the waist up, showing her with an altered design from the show. Her clothes are the same, a floral-printed white shirt underneath a grey jacket with pink polka dots on the inside, while her hair is black, in twin pigtails with no visible hairtie, with a pink bow on one side above her left ear. Her eyes are a grey color. End ID]

What we got instead: 

-Bright blue hair

-neon blue eyes literally impossible considering no one in her immediate OR extended family that we have seen in the show have blue eyes at all. They either all have brown, hazel, or grey eyes. Not a speck of blue between them. 

[Image ID: A cropped screenshot of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her mother, Sabine Cheng standing outside on Marinette’s balcony, zoomed in on their faces. 

Sabine is posed like she is taking a selfie. Both are smiling in the general direction of the camera. Sabine has very dark, navy blue hair and thin, slanted, light grey, almost silver eyes, and wears a mostly white traditional tunic with red print on the sleeves and a few yellow flower patterns. Sabine’s face appears to be wider than it is tall, and she has high cheekbones.

Marinette’s outfit is the same grey jacket and white floral shirt she always wears, but this time her physical appearance is the same as in canon: her hair is a stunningly unnatural blue color, and her eyes are a very bright, clear cyan blue. Her eyes are very round and wide, unslanted on her face. She has very large, dark eyelashes. The unnatural blue of her pigtails is further accented by the bright red hairties that she is wearing. END ID]

Someone sent me an anon, asking me to elaborate on why I say that Chloe and Lila look more mixed race than Marinette does, and when I can get my hands on a non-chromebook laptop, I will be happy to edit a few colors to better demonstrate my point, but it’s down to their face shape, eye shape, bonestructure, etc.

[Photo ID: A screenshot of Lila Rossi, looking at the camera. She has large, almond-shaped green eyes, and her hair is a dark, reddish brown, with a fringe over her forehead, and twin pigtails that frame her face. She has on a orange jacket overtop a grey polka-dotted low cut top. She has a small button nose and small lips. The edge of a classrom desk is visible in the background. END ID.]

Here we have a very good example of Lila. Make her eyes grey or brown instead of green, and her hair black (or make them both blue blue, because that’s how this show frames any asian woman’s natural hair and eye color), and you would have thought she and Marinette or Kagami were sisters. 

With Chloe, it’s the same; change her eye and hair color, and you would think SHE was Sabine’s daughter more than Marinette. 

Both Lila and Chloe have the sterotypical ‘exotic slanted’ eyes that more closely resemble Sabine’s eye shape than even Marinette’s do. 

[Image ID: A cropped screenshot of Chloe Bourgeois, zoomed in close to her face. She has thin almond shaped, slanted blue eyes, with bright blue eyeshadow above her upper eyelids. Her face is more oval shaped, slightly wider than it is tall. She has a yellow jacket on with a simple necklace, and a pair of white sunglasses are perched on top of her head. A park is just visible in the background over her shoulder. END ID]

Chloe has the same ~exotic~ slanted eyes that Lila has, and her face is wider, like Sabine’s, and she has the same high cheekbones. 

And, speaking of Kagami, let’s throw her on in here, too: 

[Photo ID: a screenshot of Kagami Tsuguri, who is frowning slightly at the camera, holding her phone in her hand. She is wearing a white suit jacket, with a black collared shirt underneath, with a red plaid tie. She has a silver ring on one finger, and a light blue button is pinned to her lapel, of two hands claspsed together in cooperation: one orange and one blue. She has light brown eyes that are thin and slanted, a button nose, and her hair is cut close in a bob, and is a dark blue color. END ID ] 

So, for more reference, here’s Kagami with her also white washed ~Blue Asian Woman Hair~, and shocking! She doesn’t have blue eyes! Instead, she gets much more natural brown eyes-- but they’re still very light colored.

And you know, you don’t have to go far to realize there’s a pattern here, and it’s not a good one. Would you like to see, for instance, how Master Wang Fu and Sabine’s *uncle, Wang Cheng hold up when it comes to the whitewashing?

[Image ID: a cropped screenshot of Wang Cheng. He has close-cropped black hair, thick black eyebrows, a short black goatee/mustache combo, and his eyes are black, with no visible color, and are slanted and heavily lidded. His face is wide. He is pale, and wears a white chef’s outfit complete with chef hat.] 

Here’s Sabine’s *uncle. You know, Sabine, with her navy blue hair and light grey eyes???? Shockingly, her *uncle gets actual black hair and dark eyes. 

[A cropped screenshot of Master Wang Fu. He has dark grey hair, mustache, and goatee. His ears are large as is his nose, and he has dark brown eyes. His face is wider, and he has high cheekbones. He’s wearing a hawiian print shirt in red and white. END ID ] 

And, last but not least, Master Wang Fu! Amazingly, his hair is NOT bright blue! His eyes are brown. 

So. How... interesting is it, that only the female asian characters get the blue hair and light eyes, while the male asian characters get the natural hair colors and dark eyes?

And why is it that Lila and Chloe have the ~exotic~ eye shape, while Marinette gets wide saucer eyes? Notice how Chloe and Lila are both ~irredemable~ female antagonists? 

Have you noticed that Kagami DOES have slanted, naturally-colored eyes, but she’s ALSO an ‘obstacle’ for the show’s main ship, and half the time she is being framed as being an opponent for Marinette to overcome? Notice that she’s Marinette’s rival for Adrien’s affections, and is literally hated by a portion of the fandom purely because she ‘gets in the way of their ship’????? 

Yeah. not only is Marinette whitewashed, but both Lila and Chloe are given ~exotic~ facial features to show that they’re ~evil women~, while Marinette gets whitewashed not only physically, but an entire episode and future feature-length special are dedicated to her having her Chinese heritage mansplained to her by a rich white boy!

EDIT: the use of the word "exotic" to describe Chloe and Lila's features in this post has been pointed out as being a dehumanizing way to describe non white features, and yes, I completely agree, as that is why every instance of it is in quotation marks or ~symbols~ to show my sarcasm in it's usage, as the Miraculous Creators specifically are using what THEY view as "alien" characteristics to denote their evil female characters, while white washing the actual mixed race protagonists, because they view non-white characteristics as signs of being "bad", while Marinette, our actual mixed race character has had her entire heritage erased from her character design, even when they ALREADY had a well-done design already made, they specifically CHOSE to white wash her. Yes, white passing mixed race people exist... But that is not what the ML writers are doing with Marinette's canon design, and to give them credit for such a "brave" choice is a just hopeful thinking unfortunately, because we can see over and over again just how they view Asian characters and people as nothing more than exotic stereotypes, especially with the new characters of Fei and Su Han; this original post is from October of 2020, while this current edit is being made in February 2022, and I've since seen the disasterous, disgusting Shanghai special that further shows how much they ""care"" about Marinette being mixed race.

[adorkwithhats]

[ID: a page of digital drawings of Crowley from Good Omens in outfits from 70s fashion magazines, with insets of outfit photos from the magazines, on a red-brown background. Crowley is a pale-skinned demon with an auburn bob and shades, and in most of these drawings has a handlebar moustache. From top left clockwise: Crowley is wearing a yellow shirt, patterned green and yellow neckcloth, red flares and dark red heeled boots - he stands with a fanged grin pointing at his own trousers, and says, "Angel! Look how ugly these pants are! I love them!". 

A Crowley wearing a blue floral blouse, dark blue knee-length skirt and blue heels has their nose buried in a magazine. To the right, Crowley wearing a garish red, yellow and orange-dotted shirt ponders over a trouser rack lined with colorful flare pants, with bare yellow eyes, saying, "I think I should buy more pants" . Below, Crowley is standing holding a tartan flask with tears at the corners of his shades, and wearing a low-cut square-necked black cardigan over a striped purple shirt and dark plum flares; he says "Maybe if I keep dancing I'll stop thinking about the "going too fast" thing so much". 

To the left are two floating Crowley heads, one of a tv show-canon 70s Crowley and one with a fluffier, fuller bob and bigger sunglasses surrounded by sparkles labelled 'My "part-time love" AU Crowley'. 

Finally, Crowley and Aziraphale stand together laughing; Crowley has a black alice band holding back her neck-length hair and is wearing a blue thigh-length dress over a black turtleneck and tights. Aziraphale is wearing the tv show outfit of coat, waistcoat, shirt and cravat and is labelled 'wearing the same type of outfits since the 1800's'. End ID]

A few doodles of 70s/80s!Crowley ‘cause u bet ur ass i headcanon him as being a fashion mess during that era even tho i know in most of canon we only see him wearing clothes that are dark greys/black.  

Bonus: 

[ID: A digital 2 panel doodle comic of Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens on their modern day attire.First panel: It starts with Aziraphale saying with a smile “Maybe as a post- armageddon activity we could add more color to our wardrobes?It could be fun!” to which Crowley responds raising one eyebrow”Angel you know well that I would never wear anything that isn’t dark”. Second panel: “If i remember correctly you are wrong my dear” Aziraphale begans answering with a mischievous smile, not taking notice of a flustered and annoyed Crowley screaming “Angel!”. “There was that time on the 70′s I think it was?” continues the angel. “Shut up!You promised we would never talk about that again!” Stutters Crowley, still flustered and annoyed. “I may still have a few of the photographs you made me take” Aziraphale finally adds, making Crowley yell “What?!”. End ID.]

[ghoulishhusband]

I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

So

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be. 

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine. 

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it.  Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side. 

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now. 

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right? 

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~ 

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this: 

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep. 

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control. 

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding. 

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain. 

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband​ or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!

[bandaged-writer]

gasoline 01 || dazai

➤ Pairing: Mafia! Dazai x Ability User! Reader

➤ Genre: action, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gore, violence

➤ Warnings: none for this chapter

➤ Summary: Why the hell was this deal still on? It was supposed to go invalid on your 21st birthday, so why did you still receive these damned flowers?

➤ Word count: 3.4k

➤ Note: The first part is finally here and I’m very satisfied with how it turned out. Please, let me know what you think. ^.^

➤ prologue || next

A wave of relief hit you as soon as you stepped foot out of the taxi and got greeted by Yokohama’s salty breeze and its setting sun which dipped the sky into a lilac color. There was the fading smell of crepes and the distant laughter of children playing around on their way home which filled you with a sense of being finally home. Yes, coming home was a luxury for many, yourself included - to be able to take the weight of work off your shoulders, shed the mask of a worker or student and become yourself once again. A place where no one judged you for who you really were, a place where everyone accepted you, a place where you could finally find some rest. You were glad to be home.

However, your train of thought got interrupted by your phone vibrating in your pocket, the display showing you the caller ID of no one else but your best friend and roommate since high school: Yukino. A pretty woman with fair hair and dark eyes, could get a little over excited at times but it made you love her even more. “Are you back in Yokohama yet, [Name]?!” Yukino’s voiced bounced off your ear drums, excitement laced in her voice as she awaited your arrival enthusiastically. You couldn’t help the chuckle slipping your lips, feet carrying you to the nearest subway station with a light bounce in your step. “Yes, I’m finally back and on my way to catch the train home,” you said with a smile stretching your lips as the train pulled up and waited for everyone to either enter or leave at this stop. Only a few people occupied a couple of seats here and there and it luckily wasn’t as packed as it was during rush hour - you sighed in relief. Crowds weren’t really your thing, after all.

Taking a seat and resting your sore legs, you were listening to whatever Yukino was rambling on about until you lifted your gaze and spotted a bouquet of orange lilies right across from you, the petals glaring right back at you while holding a pastel yellow card. There was no need to read it, because you knew what was written on it. Every year, you’d received a bouquet of orange lilies for your birthday and you had no idea from who. Cold sweat trickled down your spine, goosebumps rose along your skin as you stood up and approached the cursed bouquet. “Yukino. I’ll see you at home,” with those words leaving your lips, you hung up on your dear roommate whose response you couldn’t catch.

Shaky hands picked up the card and you silently hoped that this was nothing but a huge mistake, hoped that a stranger happened to forget to take these flowers with them. But it wasn’t. Upon opening the card, a cursive writing revealed itself, one that you were unfortunately very familiar with, one that had been haunting you, one that still followed you, despite your constant running.

“Happy 21st birthday, [Name]. I hope you enjoy this little gift.”

Why the hell was this deal still on? It was supposed to go invalid on your 21st birthday, so why did you still receive these damned flowers?

After all, it had been a year since you left Yokohama per your dad’s request to run from the agreement he had made nearly 13 years ago. It didn’t matter where he had been - at home, work or even the hospital - he always told you to run from a black-haired physician and a bandaged kid, begging you to study abroad if you ever got the chance just so the deal would be invalid and reach its expiration date. At the tender age of 12, you had thought of your dad as an old, confused man, but the older you got, the more you understood how dire the situation was and the more frightened you became of your 20th birthday. Hence, you followed your dad’s advice, studied abroad for a year and came back home on your 21st birthday, believing that you could carry on with your life as a normal citizen of Yokohama.

Your hand balled up into a tight fist, the card wrinkling within your grip and fingernails digging into the flesh of your palm as anxiety got a hold of you. These people were there, possibly watching you or waiting for you to make a move, to do something stupid. And so, you got off at the next stop and dumped the flowers into the closest trash can, the birthday card crumpled beyond repair. You turned around several times to watch out for a man who could look like a doctor or a kid - no, a man - who was either bandaged or had messy, brown hair and would match your dad’s description. However, 13 years had passed and God knew how accurate that description would be now.

Picking up your pace, you bumped into several people but couldn’t be bothered to apologize; there were more important matters at hand and one of them was going home where you were safe. To get out of there as fast as possible. While your mind was clouded with the pure need to flee, you failed to notice two young men watching your every step, one of them matching the description of your father. You had passed right by them, had the chance to see them and make a run for it, but you were blind. 

“She’s quite fast. Almost like a bunny. Don’t you think so, Odasaku?” Dazai asked his partner while his brown orbs watched you storm through the subway station as if you had been bitten by a tarantula. Well, maybe that wasn’t even too much of a metaphor considering that all of this was one of his Mori’s schemes and actually quite a cruel way to welcome you home. Odasaku had tagged along per Mori’s request; the mafia boss had said that Odasaku’s ability could be an advantage in case anything were to go wrong. “Couldn’t we just approach her instead of scaring her?” It was a well-known fact that Oda was a kind-hearted man with a mild temper, disliked murdering and hunting people down like that. He felt sorry for you, considering Dazai, out of all people, was the one to hunt you down like some prey. 

However, Dazai always had a reason for the things he did and why he did them. “When someone is in a threatening situation, one’s brain chooses between flight or fight and brings out one’s true feelings. I wanted to see how she reacts to the flowers and the card, although the deal Mori made was long since overdue. And as of now, we’ve got a fleeing bunny.”

You didn’t know for how long you had been running, but it was long enough for the air to feel like needles within your lungs, your chest burning with the strain and your feet hurting from the distance you ran. Hope filled your eyes as your shared apartment came into view, your hands already searching for the key in your jacket’s pocket and a smile of victory on your lips. Only a few more meters until you were within the safe walls where Yukino would be cooking something up - maybe ramen? You could really need one of her infamous bowls of her noodle soup right now.

But hope and victory was a fragile thing and could shatter faster than glass. Just as fast as it was within reach, it was ripped away from you within the blink of an eye.

It felt like time was slowed down yet everything happened way too fast when you found yourself in an empty alley, your wrists pinned down by your sides and a pair of dull, brown orbs staring right through your soul, being able to see every single scar and bruise time had left on it. “You’ll regret this,” you muttered through gritted teeth, your own gaze fierce and determined to give this man hell until you saw the bandages around his neck, arms and his left eye, the messy brown hair. Gaping like a fish, you realized that this was the very man your father had warned you about and that the past had caught up to you. “Oh? What will you do? Use your ability on me?” His voice was mocking, testing you and you were about to laugh in his face until you realized it.

Your ability didn’t work.

For the first time in your life, you wished you could properly fight even with your gift being nullified, but no - you had insisted on living a normal life, pretending not to be gifted at all. However, it seemed like the brunette wasn’t out to kill you. Something about him told you he would’ve done so already if he truly wanted to.

“It’s about that deal, isn’t it?,” sweat dampened your hairline, your chest visibly rose and fell as you finally caught your breath, the brick wall behind you cooling your heated back as you pressed yourself against it in an attempt to gain some distance from the brunette who only smirked in response, but it didn’t remain on his lips for too long. Suddenly, bandaged hands let go of you, were clapped together and a somewhat cheerful, delighted smile replaced the cocky smirk in an instant. “Great, then I don’t need to tell you about the details and why we’re here!”

You blinked once, twice. Dumbfounded. Was this really the same guy who pushed you into the uncomfortable wall?

“We?,” you asked, eyebrows raised in surprise and demanding an answer that came in the form of a man who seemed to be out of breath himself as he rounded the corner. Red strands of hair stuck to his cheekbones, the soles of his shoes lightly clacked against the dirty concrete while his hands found their way into the pockets of his jacket. It seemed like he had been running to get there, despite his surprisingly proper appearance.

“Ah, Odasaku! I was wondering when you’d finally join me in my conversation with this lovely lady!” Dazai greeted his friend with a wave of his hand and a chipper voice, his demeanor the polar opposite from the one he pulled just a moment ago. Cautiously, you watched the scene unfold in front of your eyes, not quite trusting them just yet. Deep inside, you hoped that this was some kind of weird dream you’d wake up from soon, but deeper inside, you knew it was mere wishful thinking. “Conversation? It looks more like you’re interrogating her, Dazai,” Odasaku spoke up, not surprised by the brunette’s attempt to somewhat flatter you - it was Dazai, after all.

At that, the suicidal brunette pouted his lips. “Not fair! You know I hate doing such crude things to a pretty lady like her,” Dazai argued back, whining about possibly having to quit his job if he had to keep scaring nice ladies in a dramatic manner that certainly didn’t fit the first impression you had of him. He almost sounded, dare you say, childish. “Anyways,” Dazai turned back to you, his body leaning against the wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest and his face more serious than when he was talking to Odasaku. Seriously, this guy didn’t only confuse you, but also gave you whiplash.

“It’s our order to bring you to our boss, especially since this entire thing has been long since overdue,” Dazai’s eyes were set on your figure like he was committing every little perfection and flaw to memory, like he was analyzing your entire body language which came off more confident now that you knew nothing would happen as long as you cooperated, somehow. “And if I don’t come along?,” you rested your head against the brick wall, your index finger slowly scratching at the skin of your thumb and gaze hard. If life taught you one thing, then it was that people always had a choice - the only question was whether there was a better option.

An empty smile graced Dazai’s features and sent shivers down your spine. “You see, we didn’t know how you’d react and since your ability is quite a troublesome one, I had a sniper watching you,” he cocked his head to the side, brown locks falling in his face and the shadows of the sun darkening his already dull gaze. Looking up at a skyscraper not too far away, you spotted something shimmering and it was proof that Dazai was indeed serious. “Mori almost had you shot, because you pose a threat to this city, but spared you since you can help us with a..bother. I could either finish what Mori started or you help us out.”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and scanned Dazai’s face for a hint that he was perhaps pulling a sick joke on you, but he was as serious as he looked. The option to die was certainly not the better one, but hearing his boss out wasn’t exactly pleasant, either. “Tch, fine. I’ll hear what that Mori guy has to say.”

“I knew you’d make the right decision.”

Harmless paintings of artists whose name you had never heard of seemed to bore holes into your skull, shelves upon shelves filled to the brim with various books you had never read accepted the role as a silent audience who’d never talk about what went down within the spacious office that belonged to no one else but Mori Ougai. The mafia boss greeted you with a friendly smile, yet it seemed like that very smile was betraying you and ready to stab your back at any moment.

Dazai leaned his weight against the edge of Mori’s desk, another ginger-haired man stood behind the boss whose name was Chuuya. Besides them, Odasaku, Ango and Kouyou occupied the room and judging by the energy they gave off, all of these people were more than confident in themselves, in their abilities and looked up at within that illegal organization. Next to them, you felt small, but you refused to show weakness in front of those who had been haunting you ever since you were merely eight years old. No, you wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. You’d stand your ground, no matter what.

“It’s been a while. You grew up well, [Name],” Mori started the conversation and pulled a document from the drawer of his desk, his dark purple-ish eyes scanning the content briefly before his gaze locked with yours. There was no need to respond to the faux kindness of a man who you had no business with, who didn’t care if you dropped dead or lived and helped him out with whatever issue he was confronted with. “It’s also been a while since you covered for the costs my dad would have to pay for raising a child. I felt free enough to pay it back,” not once did your step falter or shake when you approached the ravenette and dropped an envelope full of money on his desk, a few of pairs of eyes watching your every move. However, even you knew that coming for their boss’s neck would equal your death sentence. Mori counted the money and made a rough estimation - he could let Ango check the accuracy of the money later. Handing the envelope over to Chuuya who tucked the money away safely in his coat’s inner pocket, Mori reached for the document he had earlier once again and had a light smirk tugging at his lips.

“But did you really think that you could buy yourself free with a bit of money?” You furrowed your eyebrows. Honestly, you did think that you could buy yourself free from the shackles your father had unwillingly put you in, but that revelation wasn’t the worst. It was the way Mori spoke like he had even more to say, like he was digging for something deeper, eager to see your reaction for whatever he was about say with that venomous mouth of his. “I would've expected some more questioning from you, [Name]. After all, it was your mother who didn’t want you and gave you into the hands of very compatible surgeons who gifted you your ability. You of all people should know that life is never that easy, right?”

At once, the entire room heated up bit by bit. Odasaku had to loosen the collar of his shirt, Kouyou fanned herself in an attempt to cool her skin down and strands of hair stuck to Chuuya’s forehead. Suffocating heat filled the room, seemingly sucking the oxygen out of the spacious office and making it hard to breathe. Chuuya was ready to jump into action, but Mori hindered him by simply raising a gloved hand, the material of the glove unpleasantly sticking to Mori’s skin. 

The expensive carpet beneath the soles of your shoes slowly melted and turned into an ugly black, smoke rising from the costly decoration while your hands reached for the document on Mori’s desk, burning the paper along with its ashes. All that was left was smoke. “You know too much,” the smile on your face didn’t reach your eyes and remained void of any emotions. Dangerous knowledge should be buried, destroyed and burned for it comes with a responsibility and a kind of power that would end up putting innocent people at risk. The fact that Mori knew what happened in your childhood, knew about your mother, was enough for you.

“Oh, did I bring up some unpleasant memories? My apologies,” Mori swiped some sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief and let out a huff of breath at the stifling heat. He was pleased with how well you could control your ability and that was all he needed to know for now. “If you wish, you may go. But I figure you’ll need our help, soon.” 

Needless to say, you didn’t trust that man’s words one bit. Even if you were to go blind and Mori was the last human being on this planet, offering you his help, you’d rather choose death. Thinking about him made you realize what detesting someone tasted like. “Thank you, but I’ll have to decline.”

With those words being said, you left the office with a wave of your hand, your back turned towards the mafia members.

“Jeez, I’m glad she’s gone,” Chuuya let out a breath of relief as the entire room rapidly cooled down to its original temperature. “Got me feeling like a baked fish.”

“Chuuya, you are a baked fish,” Dazai added, snickering as the ginger popped a vein.

The clock read 9 pm when you crossed the threshold to your beloved home and the long-awaited smell of Yukino’s ramen filled your nose, making you feel like you had never been gone. However, your nerves were still strained thanks to that guy named Dazai and his boss Mori who ran an entire mafia. Great, just great.

You kicked off your shoes and dragged yourself into the kitchen, a tired smile spreading your lips at the sight of Yukino warming up the leftovers she had probably made earlier. Well, you couldn’t exactly tell her that you would come home later than anticipated, but you didn’t blame her. The fact that Yukino still waited for you made your heart swell with happiness.

“Jeez, who got you hot and bothered?” Yukino pouted and turned off the stove to pour you a bowl of ramen, the added heat of the steam from the noodle soup made her visibly cringe. “Quite literally, it’s burning hot,” she complained, handed you the bowl and sat down at the dining table with you, her chin resting on her hand. Dark eyes watched you slurp away the noodles with a bit of worry swimming in them - after all, Yukino knew about the deal your father was responsible for and was very aware of your ability as well. Besides your mom and dad, Yukino was the only one who knew every little detail about you. “Ah, nothing. Just got stuck in the subway and everything was kinda stressful, you know?,” to give your roommate some peace of mind, you let a chuckle slip your lips, hoping she’d buy it for the time being. Your thoughts were still a bit messy and circled around Mori’s last words like a loop. Something was going on and it bothered you that you didn’t know what exactly it was. 

Yukino didn’t know what happened to you, but she was still keen on cheering you up. “You know what!,” she almost slammed her palms on the table and nearly made you choke on your dinner. Her arm found its way around your shoulder, pulling you flush to her side and causing a proud grin to adorn Yukino’s suddenly excited face. “Tomorrow, we’ll spend the entire day together after your job interview! It’ll be great, trust me!”

Oh, right. You totally forgot about your job interview.

[rjalker]

[ID: A digital drawing showing a character labeled Altera.

Altera is a bipedal demon-like person with skin in a gradient from periwinkle blue to rich brown, with large, bat-like wings, one folded and the other partly extended, and three tails that end in pointed spades. Altera is posed with one arm extended to the side, holding a cyan egg, and the other lifted slightly, labeled, "pretend there's a crossbow here".

Altera is wearing blue, black, and white clothes, with a vest over a short sleeved shirt, and capris that stop above their ankles, with a deep blue belt worn crookedly over their hips, with a small grey box hooked to it on one side, glowing green and labeled, "personal anti-plague shield generator, also repels vampires in their hunting forms".

Altera's face is periwinkle blue, as are the bases of each of their three tails, with their hands, feet, and the tips of the spade tails brown, fading on a gradient.

They have large pointed ears with purple insides, solid ice-blue eyes, a purple cat-like nose, a pink forked tongue, brown curved horns, and two smaller horn nubs right above their eyes in dark blue. Their hair is a dark grey and blue crest above their head like a cockatoo.

They are wearing a bright yellow hexagon shaped pronoun pin that reads "they/them".

Text in the top left corner reads, "Altera, the first cyberfurry to receive functional wings capable of real flight. (Those who received earlier, cosmetic-only wing models were upgraded for free) Below this text are rectangles with the different colors used in the drawing.

Other text at the bottom reads:

"Pronouns: they/them

Gender: maverique, xiqyne, nonbinary, transvoid, devigenos,

Orientation: Aroace, unattracted, nonplatonic, nonpartnering

Shippable? Under no circumstances. No, not even platonically or queerplatonically."

Each gender and orientation term is acompanied by a tiny version of the pride flag:

maverique: yellow, white, orange xiyne: dark magenta, magenta, sky blue, cyan, light green, pale yellow. nonbinary: yellow, white, purple, black transvoid: dark berry red, medium sage-green, white, medium blue, dark purple. devigenos: very dark blue, medium blue, pale blue, ice blue, pale blue, medium blue, very dark blue. aroace: orange, yellow, white, light blue, navy blue unattracted: green, yellow, white, pnk, medium blue, purple nonplatonic: black, grey, light grey, white, light blue, sky blue. nonpartnering: sky blue, ice blue, very dark grey, light magenta, and dark purple, with a rounded, solid white star in the center.

A small scale reads "hermit" on one side and "socialite" at the other, with a blue line almost to the middle on the hermit side, labeled, "likes helping and teaching people, but will not tolerate company for more than a few hours at a time, every week or so. 100% happy on their own."

The finished drawing of Altera! One of the most famous of all the cyberfurries since unlike the others that got alterations first, they aren't camera shy. They were one of the first to get alterations at all, and the first to get functional wings that they can actually fly with (once they learned how to use them, that is).

Yes, vampires are a thing in this universe, as a very recent phenomenon.

Alterhuman Advancements is the official name for my Cyberfurry universe, which I'll be writing about mostly as short stories. Altera is, for my purposes, an NPC, they won't actually be the narrator in any of the stories I plan to write so far, but you can write from their perspective if you want! This is a completely open universe, 100% public domain, anyone can write original fiction for it, including using these characters!

And no, writing for these characters isn't fanfiction, it is original fiction. Take the damn credit!