#I'm trying to facial feature these cats so hard

[circus-clangen]

I love how evil clown's face is.... long slim snout makes him look like he could kill me at any moment. also does he use meth

Look him in the eyes and ask YOURSELF if he uses meth (he does)

[reverie-starlight]

fluffy hawks drabble-turned-mini-fic because i love him. if you think the feather necklace trope is overused, this is probably not the place for you. also important to note: let’s say for the sake of my sanity that this takes place before seasons 5/6, okay? I know what's up in the manga, I'm just ignoring it to be happy :)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions aside from wearing dresses + enjoying it and reader could be perceived as chubby, but no explicit mentions of body type!! shopping for clothes is just hard and it’s briefly reflected on in this. lots of soft fluff. pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc) I just got a bunch of cute dresses and now I'm gonna make it hawks' problem. this is like. disgustingly soft and so incredibly self indulgent avert your eyes. please. very smiley and giggly. a bit suggestive at the end bc I have no self-control.

soft laughter and the sound of rustling sheets were the only noises heard in your shared bedroom that afternoon. surprisingly enough for both of you, keigo had finished his patrol early and caught you on the way up to your apartment. almost immediately after walking in and getting your shoes and coats off, he had grabbed you and sped off to your room, dropping you on the bed and launching an attack.

you were both so happy to have some extra time together that it boosted your energy immensely, resulting in a impromptu play fight. it wasn't very often that you got to be so playful anymore with things picking up for him at work. you were both still young, so when you got the chance to act like it, you definitely took it.

"keigo!" you shrieked as he pressed a slew of quick, light kisses over your face and down your neck. a ticklish sensation was left in their wake, even more so because of his facial hair. he just chuckled and rubbed his face against your skin to draw out more laughter. feathers flew around and brushed against your cheeks and other places he couldn't focus his attention on.

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to limit your movements, but you still squirmed around to try and get the upper hand. eventually, after a few more kisses to your chest and stomach, he loosened his grip to give you a fighting chance and you flipped on top of him, making sure not to hurt his wings, which ruffled in excitement.

"so what are you gonna do with me now, sweetheart?" he grinned up at you, eyes positively glowing with mirth.

you felt your own gaze go soft and cupped his face with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I dunno," you murmured, keeping your voice low in volume and sweet in its delivery.

your eyes wandered over his features, admiring him in the golden rays of sun coming from your window. "you're so pretty, keigo..."

he went a little red but smiled softly. "that's my line, angel," and then he leaned up to steal another kiss from you.

eventually you both settled down, laying in bed together and talking about your days. keigo told you about having to chase down a bank robber and some purse snatchers, and how a little old lady asked for help getting her cat down from a tree. you snickered at the thought.

the atmosphere turned serene as you both laid there. you were close enough that your breaths mixed and your foreheads touched, his hands absentmindedly running over your soft skin and the curves of your body. "so how was your day?" he whispered.

"it was okay. I had a shorter day at work, so I went shopping and I got some new clothes..." you sat up and walked over to where the bags were discarded before he tossed you on the bed. "want to see them?"

he whined a little when you walked away but quickly sat up as well, nodding his head at the second part. "I'd never pass up the chance to see you trying on clothes, baby, who exactly do you take me for?"

you smiled and shook your head fondly. "alright, alright. sit tight, I'll be back," you said and headed to the connecting bathroom, ignoring his grumbling about how you were depriving him of getting to see the best part.

and when you came back out, in a pretty little sundress, twirling so he could get the full effect, he stared at you in awe.

he knew from past shopping trips and many teary conversations with you that finding clothes you actually felt confident in could be… difficult. of course he thought you looked amazing in everything, and if he had it his way, he’d buy every single outfit you even glanced at, but there was just something so alluring about seeing you happy and proud in clothes you felt good in.

“such a pretty girl…” he murmured to no one in particular. it looked a bit like he was in a trance as he took in your figure. attempting to hold back a shy smile from forming at his words, you looked down at the ground to keep yourself from getting too flustered.

he grinned and held his hand out for you once your eyes met his again. taking it, he gently pulled you towards him to stand in between his legs and rested his chin on your sternum, not once breaking eye contact. his hands moved to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I mean it, you’re absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on... my pretty girl.”

you couldn’t hold back your smile this time and he adored the way your lips curled upwards, how your eyes flitted around the room, staring at anything but him, clearly affected by his words.

he sent a feather out to tilt your chin back towards him and he was suddenly reminded of something.

“ah right- I have something for you,” he dug something out of his pocket and proudly presented you with what looked like a thin brown faux leather string…

with a bright red feather attached to it.

you gasped and took the item into your hands, closely inspecting it. you treated it with the utmost care, as if it were your most prized possession. it very well might’ve been.

the string had a clasp at the back to make it easier to put on and remove, and it looped around the... stem? bone? (you made a mental note to clarify with keigo later) of the feather multiple times. it was secured with a thin silver wire to ensure it wouldn’t slip out before the rope continued on to the other end of the hook.

he actually had one of his feathers turned into a necklace for you.

“keigo, I… this is incredible, oh my goodness!” you beamed at him and leaned down to properly hug him.

he was incredibly perceptive. of course he knew that all those times you had jokingly asked him about keeping one of his feathers with you were actually silent requests. even if you’d never outright ask him, he could tell you longed to have a piece of him with you. especially when he had to wipe your tears before a long mission and you stared longingly at his wings. he took pride in the fact that you found comfort in them.

who was he to deny the love of his life? what’s one feather from his arsenal gone, anyway? it was going towards the cause of making you happy, and most importantly, there was the added bonus of keeping you safe.

“here, let me put it on for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and hand him the necklace.

you got settled and he happily clasped the ends of the string together at the back of your neck. the bottom of the feather rested just above the neckline of your dress and you touched it gingerly.

as soon as it rested against your skin, he took control of it and ran it across your cheek, making you giggle and pull away a bit.

“thank you, keigo, I love it.” you turned around on his lap to face him and pressed your lips against his.

he hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a sly smile. “of course, baby. besides,” he toyed with one of the straps on your shoulder. “it goes with your new dress, don’t you think?”

you put your arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the arches of his wings and nodded in agreement. he placed his hands on the tops of your thighs and gently squeezed. “wanna see if it goes with my other dresses, too?”

“oh, absolutely. but..." he shifted a bit and pulled you closer, so that you were fully pressed against him. "I don't think I've appreciated this one enough... what do you think?" he slowly trailed his eyes up from your legs to meet yours.

you tilted your neck forward to rest your forehead against his. "I think that you'll find some of the other things I bought more interesting than a sundress, keigo."

his sly smile turned into something more eager and you laughed when he dramatically flopped backwards on the bed with a groan. "you're too good for me, angel, seriously. what did I ever do to deserve you?"

you offered him a shrug and a tiny smile of your own. "exist."

his eyes widened a fraction and you could tell that your words deeply affected him from the way they welled up. he cleared his throat to cover up any emotion in his voice and sat up again to cup your cheek, murmuring "sweet girl, you'd better hurry up and try on those other dresses, because if you're not off my lap in three seconds, I'm gonna pounce, and we're not leaving this room 'til we're both spent."

butterflies erupted within you and he watched fondly as you gasped and ran off to keep your little fashion show up and running.

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BONUS:

the following days after receiving his gift were... not surprising in the slightest.

you always knew when keigo was taking a break or in his office doing paperwork because he took every opportunity to bug you with his (your) feather.

every. single. one.

and you also knew before he even had the necklace made that if he were to ever give you one, this would likely happen. he was a menace, after all. part of his charm, he always said.

at first it was a bit embarrassing having to fight with a feather in front of your coworkers (who weren't aware you were dating a pro hero, so they probably thought you were some fangirl who bought faulty, cheap merch of his), but it very quickly became endearing.

cause yeah, if he knew you were going to be around people he'd make life difficult for you and then take all of your whines and complaints with a mischievous grin when he walked through the door, clearly lying when he said he'd take it down a notch.

but when he knew you were alone? or having a particularly stressful day? all you had to do was lightly tug on the necklace. upon your signal, he'd immediately take control of the feather and bring it up to caress your cheek, run along your neck or tap your nose.

honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. you adored his playful side, and he knew he could get away with most things via feather necklace. even if it was only because you were too flustered to scold him for anything anymore by time he got back. complaints soon turned into requests for cuddles and wanting to return all the affection you received.

the feather necklace was a gift for you, sure, but it definitely benefitted him as well.

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I edited this super quickly, so apologies if there's any mistakes! I'll find them eventually when I look back at this fic and end up contemplating my choices to post without properly editing :')

hope you enjoyed!! <3

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! First off I'd like to say I've learned a lot from this blog and I appreciate what you all do.

I was wondering what your opinion/opinions are on non-human characters who are intellectual disabled. I've been reading through your intellectual disability posts that you already have as well as doing research on some specific causes. Since they often seem to have a genetic component I imagine it would work differently for a species that doesn't reproduce in the same way humans do? What I'm specifically wondering about is if you would prefer a parallel to actual real life causes of intellectual disability or name a condition that already exists? Or something else?

Hi, I'm glad you enjoy the blog !

In my opinion, both would be fine. If you have (example) an anthro cat who's intellectually disabled, I don't think it there would be much difference between “strongly implying that they have feline Down syndrome via them being ID and having some DS-coded facial features” and “openly stating they have Down syndrome”, even though cats can't have it by definition.

You can also make the cause up if you're talking about fantasy/alien/non-existent species - maybe your character's disability could be caused by partial monosomy 98 because they happen to have way more chromosomes than humans do. In this case, you could pull some inspiration from the human counterparts - Angelman syndrome, Distal 18q-, etc.

Other genetic conditions like Rett syndrome, or Tuberous sclerosis, or all the X-linked causes could also probably be either named or just strongly alluded to. Unless the species has some very different anatomy, they would probably present the same/very similarly to how they do in humans. But if they reproduce in vaguely the same way as humans (not asexually, and involving genes and chromosomes and all that) then I don't think they would be “impossible” to exist. If they do reproduce that differently, then;

There's of course a lot of non-genetic causes as well - brain damage, being born premature, micro- and macrocephaly (unusually small and big head respectively), holoprosencephaly, fetal alcohol spectrum disorders, TORCH infections, and a lot more that you could make them have if you want to be more scientifically accurate.

It's also important to remember that a lot of cases of ID don't have an explanation behind them, i.e., no one knows why the person has it. Genetic causes are actually a large minority (like 25%, with majority of that being Down syndrome). Most people who's ID cause is unknown will be on the milder end (kinda by default because most ID people have it mild but still) and usually not have other disabilities, but there's no hard rules. So if you want to not worry about researching causes that would make sense for a bug or a fish, you can say that they were just born like that with no deeper explanation and it would make sense.

What I'd worry about more is to not have the only intellectually disabled character be of an animal/fantasy race that's associated with being mindless and/or child-like. But if all the characters are the same species anyway then it doesn't really apply.

Regardless of what cause (or lack of it) you choose, try to make sure you know what severity their ID is, what symptoms specifically they experience, what can or can't they do, even if the specific diagnosis doesn't ever name-drop in the story. Just be aware that a lot of these conditions have very significant overlap and readers will come up with different conclusions based on their knowledge - someone will assume the character has Down syndrome or autism because these are the only conditions comorbid with ID that they know, someone else will presume 1p36 Deletion syndrome because they have a family member with it - even if you're quite specific about the symptoms. So if you want to represent a specific condition it would be good to drop the actual name, but it's up to you.

I hope I understood the question properly, feel free to send any additional asks/clarifications if I missed the point

mod Sasza

[butterfly-writer]

Punishment & Pleasure

Dabi x Female!Reader

Summary: Dabi was being a brat, always interrupting his beloved during meetings and conversations. I’m sure he deserved what she’s willing to give him as punishment..

★☽A/N: I never wrote smut in a long time.. This is like– My second time writing, and my first wasn’t exactly a satisfying one.. So I hope this one is not too bad! I might be making a separate account for smut if this one turns out okay!

Contents: SMUT

Power bottom AFAB reader, sub top Dabi – Manhandling, anal play, orgasm denial, masochism.

18+ MDNI

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It was a cold evening. The sun was slowly setting and the sky was a beautiful hue of orange and red. The League of Villains was having a few short meetings, all ending with Shigaraki getting pissed.

But someone was getting a lot more pissed.

That someone is Y/N L/N.

She was talking to Toga, listening to her rant about her obsession over a certain green-haired boy. And just before she was about to respond, Dabi had come behind her and interrupted her speech. She was surprised to see him, and she was a bit upset about him interrupting her. But, like the patient soul she was, she let him off easy.

But as the day went by, Dabi kept interrupting her. His continuous interruptions were starting to bother her. He continued in that manner because he wanted to see her lose her cool. She was always calm and collected, even during missions and when faced with enemies. Her personality only made him curious for her angered state.

And what better way than to interrupt her everytime she talks?

With each interruption he did with everyone she was trying to talk to, he could see the frustration flicker in his beloved's eyes, her patience wearing thin by the second. He started to feel a bit excited. Not aroused, but excited. Her face was a dead giveaway that she was getting pissed, and that’s exactly what he was looking for.

He wanted to see her enraged, maybe even lash out. He could take it, her anger couldn’t possibly be bad, right? He had experienced much worse from other people. And he was a villain, he couldn’t easily be scared by some “tantrum” from his beloved. 

Dabi couldn’t resist doing it again one last time. She was talking to Mr. Compress and she managed to talk to him for a good amount of time. But before she could talk to him longer, her response was cut off by Dabi’s annoyance.

"Hey, Y/N," he interjected, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Did you hear about that new hero in town? Word on the street is they're cheating on their married lover.” He grinned mischievously.

Y/N's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation flashing across her features before she composed herself with practised ease. She shot Dabi an annoyed look, but kept a smile on her face, and responded. "Yes, Dabi, I'm aware. Now if you don't mind, I was in the middle of a conversation."

“Really? I didn’t notice..” He teased with a grin. Before she could say anything else, Mr. Compress excused himself to talk to Kurogiri. She calmly said goodbye before her facial expression turned into a really pissed off one. She turned to Dabi with an annoyed look. She looked almost menacing. Steam could be seen coming out of her mouth.

He had done it! He finally got her to snap! But why did he feel… afraid? Her face looked almost scary to him, unrecognisable to him. To look composed and calm, he grinned with mischief. “What’s wrong, love? Cat got your tongue?” He cheekily said.

Dabi was caught off guard when she pulled him towards her. His body slowly bent down as he was face to face with her. She was a few centimeters shorter than him. “Are you going to behave like this all day? You think this is funny, huh?” Her voice was low and menacing.

By now, Dabi was sweating bullets. He had to swallow hard, feeling a sudden wave of apprehension wash over him. He hadn't expected Y/N to react like this, to confront him so boldly. But even as fear prickled at the edges of his consciousness, he couldn't help but admire the fire in her eyes.

He grinned a weak grin, trying to compose himself. “It.. It was just a joke, love! You know I didn’t mean any harm!” He awkwardly chuckled. But Y/N wasn't buying it. She tightened her grip on his arm, her nails digging into his skin. "You crossed a line, Dabi," she growled, her voice cold and unforgiving. "And now, you're going to pay for it."

She grabbed his arm and dragged him to his room despite his protests. While she lived in her own apartment, Dabi didn’t have the money and agreed to stay at the League’s base after Shigaraki’s proposal. She tossed him onto the bed and straddled him as she took off his shirt before taking off all of his garments, leaving him bare on the bed.

She took his belt and tied it around his arms onto the headboard. He squirmed in his place as he tried to get out of it. Y/N could see Dabi’s flames starting to ignite. She felt pissed at his attempt to escape. She slapped him harshly on his thigh, causing him to flinch.

“Don’t you dare use your flames on me.” She sneered, causing Dabi to stop his flames. She sat in between his quivering legs, she forcefully spread them open and placed them beside her hips. He tried to close them but that just earned him a slap on his thigh and a grunt out of his mouth.

She scoffed with annoyance. “You’re shivering? This was your own doing, fucking disturbing me during my conversations. You need to be taught manners.” She said before slapping his thigh again. He grunted again at the impact, the sting still lingering.

She quickly got to work, her hand on his erected cock. She stroked it slowly and painfully, teasing the tip with her thumb. His groans slowly turned into low-pitched whines, his body squirming in place. She stopped him by grabbing him tightly on the hips. “Stop moving,” she demanded with a low tone.

Despite it had only been minutes, Dabi could feel his release. But before he could even release, he felt a finger probing his entrance and a thumb covering his slit, preventing him from releasing. “Why did you-” His speech was cut off by Y/N’s lips on his. His sounds were muffled by her lips as she continued her assault on his body.

He didn’t know what was so arousing about this. He shouldn’t like this! But as she continued the same action, he could feel himself losing himself to the pleasure. Her lips eventually left his, her face close to his. “So, are you going to behave?” She whispered. And as a last attempt of keeping his dignity and ego, he smirked with his tired eyes. “Fuck off, bitch..”

“Oh? Is that how you want to behave today? Fine.” She slapped him on the thigh again before squeezing it harshly. With lube on her fingers, she slowly pushed a finger inside his entrance, ignoring his whines. “Stop..” He muttered softly, almost like a whisper. She started to finger his ass, slowly making room for two.

She looked down at his leaking cock, red and angry, begging for its release. With a random idea in her head, she flicked the tip with her index and thumb, getting a sudden moan out of the scarred man. She was surprised by his response. But her surprised look turned into a face of amusement. She flicked his tip again, getting the same response from before.

She couldn't believe how quick Dabi was to falter. His moans started too much louder and higher in pitch. Everytime he tried releasing, a thumb on his tip prevented him. She fingered around his insides, trying to find that one spot.

“Ah!” He yelped, feeling a sudden spark in his stomach. He looked down to see the massive grin on his lover’s face. She hit that spot once again, causing a moan out of him. She continuously stimulated that one spot while stroking his cock.

He ended up releasing all over Y/N’s hand, aching his back as he felt his release. Her smile grew even bigger. “Now, this.. This is going to be fun.”

He knew… He was in for it now..

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[thechibilitwick]

going on a tangent about stupid little milgram details that are probably unimportant or wrong yippee

one detail i like is how side character lack features or are different from the focus character, and what it actually means in each MV. The reasoning can vary from character to character, but the general idea is that it's supposed to emphasize their role in the character's eyes and also changes the level of humanness(?) they have. (idk it's hard to phrase)

two really good examples of this are muu and kazui's MVs.

in After Pain, the only other character besides muu who has a full set of facial features is her classmate rei. Every other character is seen without eyes, which let's the audience understand how muu believed her actions were perceived without actually making the background characters feel 'human' or 'real'. Rei having no alterations also implies the importance of her to muu, and also might be muu trying to tell the audience "hey look, with the way she looked and was acting, i had no other choice right?" (muu enjoyers apologies if i'm reading into this wrong i'm not too invested into her character i just really like after pain)

then we move on to INMF, where her previously eyeless classmates have now turned into bug people, while rei remains unchanged. Her classmates being subordinate bugs while she's the queen represent how she views them as 'below' her. Her classmates also do appear as they looked in AP, but here their appearance seems more to represent how their importance to muu kinda boils down to social image and validation (or smth like that). Rei is still rei, and we see her looking on at muu and her group with disgust, we see her dead again, and then at the end we see her decided to fight back. I need to get more into muu, cuz damn her relationship with rei really is interesting considering the fact that her appearance doesn't alter at all whatsoever. Like damn what was their relationship actually like?

in Half, there are only three side characters shown: hinako, the bartender, and the lady from the bar. And oddly enough, the only one with an actual face is the lady. Both hinako and the bartender lack facial features (mainly their eyes). Considering that half is more or less kazui lamenting on his mistakes that led to hinako's death, it'd make sense he'd want to kinda 'block out' anything related to the incident. Which if that's the case, it implies the bartender had enough significance for kazui to want to 'block out' (haha gay) while the lady didn't and thus she's just as is. (so it's kinda like the opposite of muu in a way?)

moving on to Cat, hinako has a face now! (and she's really cute!!) No one else does, though. This is most likely to emphasize how kazui's focus has now shifted from the sadness and grief of the entire ordeal to why and how everything came to be. Hinako herself is basically in the center of it all, being the victim to kazui's deceit, so it'd make sense that we'd get to see her emotions (tho it's from kazui's perspective). Hinako being happy throughout kazui's lying and only turning to shock and distress when kazui is honest is most likely just kazui trying to tell the audience that lying is the only way for him to live life without troubling others. Also mr. bartender makes an appearance again and still has no eyes, which probably implies that he's related to something that kazui still hasn't come to terms with yet (cough homosexuality cough cough)

but yeah that's my little rant, it'd be cool to go into a little more detail for this feature for everyone but idk if i have the mental capacity to at the moment lol

[iztea]

Maybe you have some drawing tips for beginners?

Your style is incredibly beautiful and it just inspires this thing inside me to grab my iPad and start drawing but unfortunately I have no idea where to even begin

Or maybe you have some recs where to look to learn how to draw stuff?

But I understand completely that it’s your thing and artists should never feel pressured to share all their techniques and secrets, you worked hard on it!

I just really really love your art to the point where I just look at it for 30 minutes straight with this big feeling in my chest

<3

ah it was never about being secretive, i'm pretty open about my drawing process since gatekeeping knowledge is a big pet peeve of mine. It was more like,, laziness because writing a cohesive and helpful drawing tutorial is pretty difficult and i wouldn't even know where to start; i'm afraid i'll get maybe too technical and what have you.

As for tips for beginners, i've shared plenty on my couriouscat so you can scroll through the answers there, i also have some drawing timelapses on my twitter account as well (albeit you'll have to scroll a little)

I'm very flattered you feel that way about my art, it really means a lot to me and i'm glad to have inspired you to draw as well that's awesome and i wish you best of luck!

I actually don't know how different drawing on an iPad is compared to a graphic tablet+desktop, so I am actually pretty clueless in that regard. I think Procreate is the most used digital art app for iPad so you can start by getting it and familiarizing yourself with the UI. I think this step is often overlooked. The brushes and the chosen program can make or break the drawing experience. If you simply find yourself not enjoying Procreate, experiment with other apps or maybe try switching to a graphic tablet, maybe that feels better and is more suited to your tastes.

To be completely honest, one "bad" piece of advice that i should probably keep to myself is to draw something you actually enjoy: fanart, Pretty Girl Portrait(tm), your cat, landscapes etc even if it's above your skill level (becoming obsessed/ fixated on some character from a piece of media also works wonders i'm just gonna throw that out there). The main point is to actually care about your chosen subject in order to get inspired and to have that inner desire of "doing them justice" aka drawing them well. The traditional art learning route probably involves studying the fundamentals, shading spheres and cones and simple 3D forms blablbablah which. Yeah ! sure that's probably better advice but i'm telling you what will make you want to keep going and not get discouraged after a few failed attempts.

As for the drawing subject, I highly recommend having photo references to guide you.. you always need refs it's a recurring thing. My fastest artworks are the ones where I have the right references. the less references the more difficult it is to draw something

As a beginner it is also a good practice to draw OVER your photo reference to get the proportions right ( i'm not talking about literally tracing the contour of a face or limb ( just an example ), but moreso identifying the Main shape which makes up that body part and observe how long is it in respect to the other components, how does it connect to the other parts etc - big difference. Tracing won't help you in the long run).

Another thing you can do is to study your favourite artists and see how They tackle whatever it is that you like in their work. how do they simplify facial features? what about anatomy? color/ light etc and kinda reverse engineer your way through their process. ( but i highly recommend to just keep these practice sketches to yourself, and to not share them on social media- unless you get the artist's permission)

This is how i got into drawing and what i did back then, again, for more technical hands-on information i did answer similar CCs before so with a little bit of stalking you'll find them in no time

I wanna finish this with some resources that helped me:

>youtube guys - sinix, ahmed aldoori, marco bucci, and also just speedpaints in general i highly recommend watching those

>for simplified anatomy i found @/ taco1704 's ref sheets to be very helpful but ........... I'm pretty dry here i just look up refs on Pinterest tbvh

speaking of, here's my pinterest i have a bunch of art related boards board cool stuff overall maybe they can help guide you towards some direction or inspire you in some way idk

ok i kinda suck in the resource department listeN. im starving too just.................. watch youtube speedpaints ok

SORRY IT'S SO LONGGGBGGG i hope it was at least a bit helpful? this was all over the place... I'll try to come up with a tutorial as well but i really gotta be careful with how i go about it. I'll leave you with this for the time being. Again, thank you a lot for the kind words, I really am very grateful and touched esp by that last part about staring with the big feeling stuff eeeeeeeeeeeeee really wow T T that's so lovely and a big compliment thanks ty ly

[cymraegdragon21]

Cat & Mouse

Birthday Bash Prompt 5 - Bodyguard AU

It was the weekend and Haru was having breakfast.

'So.' began her mother from the other end of the long table 'Any plans for today?'

Haru looked at her, slowly chewing her toast. If she hadn't been eating a smirk would have appeared upon her face. Her plan for today was like every other weekend. Escape. Her mother could clearly see the glint in her eye even if Haru kept her facial features fairly neutral. Naoko let out a groan.

'Haru for once could you please not cause a commotion. You know full well that they are here for your own protection.' she pleaded.

Haru swallowed down a growl along with her toast.

'I don't see why I need a bodyguard. It's not like I'm the one who is famous. Besides I hardly stand out. I swear having a big lug following me around is far more conspicuous than being out on my own.' she grumbled.

Haru's father was a retired famous baseball player and her mother was high up in the quilting community which meant she was often called upon to appear on the radio or television. Although she had grown up in a rather luxurious childhood Haru wasn't precocious and she dreamed about having a normal teenage life. She longed to be able to walk to school rather than being dropped off by a chauffeur, to have sleepovers at her best friend Hiromi's house or to be able to go out shopping with the girls without the awkwardness of being tailed all over in the name of her own safety. Haru was pretty certain that no-one would have a clue as to who her famous parents were.

'I thought the last one quit anyway.' murmured Haru.

'She did.' sighed her mother running a frustrated hand through her hair causing it to stand up at a funny angle.

Haru didn't even try to hide the triumphant smile that played on her lips. She now had it down to a fine art of how to get rid of an unwanted bodyguard.

'You may think this is funny young lady but that's been three bodyguards in four months you have run off.' growled Naoko.

'The latest was a new record.' grinned Haru.

Her mother gave her a hard stare.

'So does that mean I don't currently have a bodyguard?' Haru asked hopefully.

'I'm afraid not.' responded her mother 'We just appointed you a new one. He has very good references and we doubt you'll be able to give him the slip.'

Haru loved a challenge. Her mother was always confident at the beginning but Haru was too good at disappearing from her bodyguard's care causing them to resign for failing in their duties towards her.

'Muta if you would like to come in.' called Naoko.

The door opened and the largest man Haru had ever seen walked in. He certainly looked the part of a classic bodyguard. There was no way that anyone would try messing with him. Well apart from Haru who wasn't just anyone.

'This is Haru, my daughter.' continued her mother 'She will be under your care whenever she it outside of the house.'

Muta nodded before turning to look at Haru.

'All right Chicky.' he murmured.

Haru blinked. She was no expecting such an informal greeting. The previous ones had always insisted on called her Little Miss or something similar which she detested. Naoko chuckled seeing her daughter speechless but believing it was due to the fact they had finally employed someone who could outmatch her.

'Haru don't be rude.' she chided.

'Oh, sorry. Hello Muta.' she responded automatically.

'So what did you want to do today?' asked Naoko sipping her tea.

'Oh I just wanted to go to the Crossroads.' she replied innocently.

Her mother had no idea that this was Haru's favourite stage for losing her shadow.

'That sounds like a lovely idea. It's a pleasant day for a walk.' she nodded 'You can show Muta around. Won't that be fun?'

'Oh yes, lots of fun.' replied Haru as the giant quietly stood by.

This would be a piece of cake. She would lure him into a false sense of security and then make a break for it.

'I'll just get ready and then we can go. Okay?' she said looking at Muta.

He nodded his response.

Half an hour later they were wandering through the Crossroads. Being Saturday it was quite busy with people. The shops and cafes attracting locals and tourists to the area. They had been walking for quite some time and Haru was certain that her large shadow was looking tired.

'Hey why don't we take a break here.' she said as they approached her favourite cafe.

He nodded again. 

'You don't say much.' murmured Haru.

'My job is to watch and protect you.' he replied 'I'm sure you are fed up with those who have just kept telling you what to do.'

Haru faltered.

'Well yeah but a bit of conversation wouldn't hurt.' she responded.

'Sure thing kid.' he grinned as he guided her to one of the outside tables.

'Thanks.' she replied as she sat down and looked at the menu.

She didn't really need to read it as the cafe was a popular haunt for herself and Hiromi over the years which meant she pretty much knew the menu off by heart.

'They do a really good angel food cake here.' Haru informed Muta.

She watched as his eyes lit up.

'I'll have a piece of cake and a cup of tea please.' she continued as she held up the credit card her mother had given her 'You can order whatever you want.'

'Okay Chicky.' he replied taking the card and walked towards the cafe entrance to order.

As he reached the door he turned to look at her. Haru waved trying to look as innocent as possible. As soon as Muta had disappeared inside Haru pushed back her chair and began to move away slowly before breaking into a run. The Crossroads were such a perfect place to lose a bodyguard. The labyrinth of alleyways meant that even if they chased her, Haru could usually disappear while they ended up lost and unsure how to get back to the start. Haru ran around a corner and into a wall. She bounced backwards and landed on her backside. She looked up in surprise as Muta loomed over her. How was it possible that a man of this size could catch her?

'How are you so fast?' she blurted out.

'I was a cat in my past life.' he grinned offering her a hand 'Sorry kid but you won't be outfoxing me.'

Haru stared at him. He was different from all the other bodyguards she had experienced and for once she could actually see herself being on friendly terms with him. She still didn't like the idea of a bodyguard  but if it was Muta she got the feeling it wouldn't be so bad.

'Okay you win.' she sighed good naturedly as he pulled her up.

'That's good to hear.' he replied with a smile 'Now come on kid let's go and see if that cake is as good as you made out.'

[neurotheascars]

I'm going to write about a complicated memory time I'm having as an endogenic non human alter, for science, and it's not nice, but I'm being vulnerable here so I can unpack this a little. Feel free to chime in if you have had a similar experience or know what causes this sort of thing.

So like, body has autism, I've accepted that that means I have autism, but like... My ASD symptoms as a child were very much me "being an alien" in my memory. And even to this day, logically, I know it's an autism thing but it still feels like an alien thing.

So when I was in 1st grade, I'm sure I was not the only one in the body at this point, but I remember doing this (very mean, I'll admit) thing in elementary school at least once day.

As other kids would pass by in a line or when we were waiting for something where we could see a lot of people or even when I would look at my year book, I would look at each person, one by one, and privately (thank goodness) think to myself about how ugly everyone is.

I hate your nose. I hate your eyes. I hate the way you smell. I hate the sound of your voice. Everyone around me I thought was ugly in so many different ways because I thought humans were ugly. I still kinda do, but to a much much much lesser extent. I was an outsider in a strange place with strange rules and I thought everyone looked unfamiliar and gross. I don't feel like this anymore but humans are still an acquired taste in my mind. I'm the only alter in the system like this.

I say this was probably an autistic thing because it had to do with facial features specifically and I've heard that we struggle to look at faces or recognize them, so I can only imagine this pushes the same brain buttons. I can't be asked/forced to draw human faces without melting down totally. I can draw the body perfectly well. So this isn't a skill issue either.

Now, this wasn't and isn't "everyone is ugly but me" this was very patently "the human form is awful. Who did this. Why me." It is the root of any un-aliving urge I've ever had. That I can't escape being human around so many humans with an existence completely dictated by humans.

I still to this day, will get so upset and angry when people talk about how figure drawing is mandatory for art students. Figure drawing triggers me.

You must draw the human form because so much art worships the human form. Which isn't.. bad. It's the mandatory part that is. I did it though, I chewed and swallowed that lesson reluctantly only to hack it back up and out later like a cat refusing to take a pill.

It did not help that my figure drawing prof was going through some mental health issues (her tutorial grad students were warning people that she wasn't acting herself)

This manifested as her saying a lot of fucked stuff she could have just kept to herself. Like telling me I needed Xanax because I couldn't bring myself to draw a face. Acting disturbed and confused by just the kind of artist I was. She treated me like a leper.

But the worst thing was by far this:

My human body is a little chunky, but my species is very slim biologically. That's just what we look like. We can be fat, but it's something we have to try really hard to do. I don't care that my human body is fat. I just eat what I can and try to stay alive. I'm not really thinking about weight discrepancy between my forms because I don't consider it an important detail past finding human clothes I enjoy wearing.

We have been drawing our species as a manner of spiritual reconciliation with the concept of self. We didn't fully actually decide the features of our species but instead based details on astral experiences and childhood dream disturbances.

This wasn't a secret to this prof and she basically said that we needed to overcome our body dysmorphia and stop slimming the life models down. Basically if you accidentally drew the model even a little skinnier by accident she would jump all over you.

"it's just habit because 90 percent of my art is tall gangly alien bodies"

"no, you just worship skinniness. You made your aliens skinny because you have an ED" no exaggerating, she said this.

Like excuse me? I didn't know how to report her but she needed to retire because she said this inappropriate shit constantly.

And her vibe influenced all my peers to think I was copping out by only drawing aliens (that I will remind you, are MY RACE, MY SPECIES, MY HOME PEOPLE. ) This isn't about weight. This isn't about "skill" I hate humans. I hate the human body. It is poorly designed and YOU worship it. It's not my fault I dislike it. I'm not a bad creature for disliking it.

Figure drawing doesn't help my art because I'm not fucking drawing humans like everyone else.

"but you can apply some of the anatomy to-"

SOME. I'm convinced that drawing specifically a living person having an improving effect on your drawing skills in general is myth brought on by the art worlds sick obsession with "old master" artists and copying their methods. It's drawing from life that improves you, not just specifically drawing naked people, unless you are an artist who wants to draw humans, which I am not.

All the "greats" drew naked people to practice their own subject, which was people, so now every art student has to, even if that's not their subject. "You MUST draw the naked person" is one part useful lesson, two parts art school hazing. If you wanna fight about this, just know I have already died many times on this hill only to rise again. You cannot change my mind in a way that matters.

I had to unlearn things from figure class. I had to re teach myself how to draw the extremely specific digitigrade legs my race has. I had to keep reminding myself to draw our spines longer.

Because there is real speculative anatomy in there. It's not just for looks. We have long torsos because we are marsupials and the baby needs enough pouch room. We are slim with long bouncy legs to outrun giant worms. These aren't just aesthetic choices. This isn't "skinny is prettier" I just have no biological need to store fat like I do as a human.

Figure drawing harmed me without helping me because of anthropocentric ideas about form. I learned more by studying furry artists and augmenting reference photos.

There were always ways figure drawing could have worked for me if the human form wasn't treated like the most important thing to draw. I maybe also would have been in a better headspace if this profs lectures weren't pointed spitefully at villainizing people who have no desire to draw the human body.

I don't have to deal with this any more but I feel like being malignantly nonhuman in human figure drawing class is an extremely niche and strange horror I needed to talk about.

[bubbleteacat]

*running with a bouquet of flowers*

Hello dear ❣️

I saw that the request was open so...

When a player (female) woke up on her bed. I found out that the characters in madness combat came into her world (maybe they were shorter?). I wanted to see their reaction to see what happened.

Sorry if the language is weird because I'm not good at English ;-;

From wolf 🐺 anon

Hello Wolf Anon!!! You are literally my first request on this blog, so I am honoured! ^o^ I hope you like the drabble I came up with! <3 Also! Thank you so much for the request! I went with the main 4 (Hank, Deimos, Sanford & 2BD) Who also happen to be in their grunt form ^^ (Hope you meant that with them being shorter)

Ending up in your world (Main 4 with fem!Reader) // Drabble

Something made you stir in your sleep. A noise, but also a strange feeling on your chest. It wasn't painful, but kind of uncomfortable. As if someone was pressing down on your chest. With a disgruntled groan, you slowly opened your eyes... just to see red colored goggles stare back at you. Something was sitting on your chest. Staring at you. It looked... strange. It was small. Perhaps just big enough to reach your hips. It also had no arms or legs. Just floating hands, and feet attached to it's small body. It's dressed like a ninja, with a mask covering it's face. It's grey face. Honestly, it looked like nothing you had seen so far.Or so you believed. And as you already choose to just go back to sleep, because this must be nothing but a dream, it moves one of it's hands and pokes your cheek... And that touch felt real. And you noticed that the pressure on your chest from it felt real as well... You stare at Hank for a moment longer, with him returning your gaze, before... you started screaming. It had caught the grunt off guard, making him flinch, and forgetting to dodge as you slap him off of you. You were much bigger than him, so of course physically stronger as well. Still, he wouldn't have expected that your simple slap would make him fly across the room as if he was just some ragdoll. Thankfully, instead of hitting the wall he flew straight into your laundry basket which was filled with freshly washed clothes, that you had yet to iron.

Your screaming had ceased then, and your eyes went from the basket around your room... and you noticed that there were three more of the same thing that had sat on your chest a moment ago. They stared at you just as confused as you at them. None was saying anything. Could they even speak? They also weren't doing anything, so you took a moment to eye them further. One of them wore a mask, which also had red goggles like the one you had slapped away. He also had a mohawk. Your eyes then went to the other two. One had a bandana, and wore some shades. The last one had a cap, and a headset on his head. But he had nothing covering his face, so you could see that he had no facial features like yourself. No eyes. No nose. Just a cross. What the fuck were those things?!? Apparently they were taking your appearance in as well. They had never seen a human before. A noise then let you all flinch, and turn your attention back to the laundry basket. With a grumble, Hank climbed out of your laundry before flicking a sock away from his head. And then finally one of them spoke. The one with the mohawk, and the mask.

"HANK! I told you not to touch her!"

He hissed at the ninja one, Hank apparently, before turning his attention back to you. He even holds up his hands, trying to make you understand that they did meant no harm.

"Sorry about that. Hank here has a hard time following orders apparently... I wanted to wait until you wake up by yourself but..."

Doc trailed off, unsure what to say. And you were still to dumbfounded to say anything at all. Awkward silence filled the room, at least for a moment. The one with the cap suddenly spoke, apparently trying to kill the akwardness between you all.

"We just wanted to ask ya where we are, toots! Heh, but ya seem to be as confused as we are! Cat even got your tongue, eh?"

Deimos spoke, teasing you. And it made you snap out of your dumbfounded state, and raise a brow before you finally spoke.

"Who, and what the hell are you?!? And how did you get into my apartment?!?"

"I cannot answer you how we got here. But I sure can answer your other questions. We are 'grunts'. At least that's what we call ourself. My name is 2BDamned, but you can call me Doc. The one who so... gracefully woke you up is Hank."

Hank just gave you a little wave, with his floating hand, as he was introduced. And while you were pretty much still unsure about them, you gave a small wave back as Doc continued.

"And those other two are Deimos, and Sanford."

Your eyes then went to the other two grunts who got introduced to you. Sanford, apparently the one with the bandana gave you a smile, and some thumbs up. Deimos shoot you a cheeky grin, showing off his sharp teeth, and gave you double fingerguns. That actually made you smile for some reason.

"Heya, toots~ Whatcha your name, hm?"

Oh, right. You have to introduce yourself as well. So you tell them your name, and... well. You started to talk more with the grunts. Where they were right now. And that left them as confused as before given that they had never heard about your world before. And they told you about their world. Nevada. It did sounded like an interesting place... but apparently very violent. Doc did the most of the talking, while Sanford and Deimos occasionally threw in comments. Hank hadn't said anything so far, and seemed to be rather uninterested at your conversation with the other three. He just strolled around in your bedroom, and looked at whatever he found interesting. At some point he even picked one of your plushies up, and squeezed it a few times. It was kind of cute in your opinion. The other three had sat down on your bed, and you sat on the ground in front of them while you talked. They really were so much smaller than you. But at some point you can back to the subject of how they ended up here. And 2BD was the only one who could give you some hint of what could have happened.

"We really don't have an answer to that. I was hacking into a, for me unknown, system shortly before we got transported over here. So perhaps I hacked into something I shouldn't."

Hacking? Like computer hacking? Had he hacked into your computer perhaps? You had left it on overnight, downloading a new game that a friend gifted to you. You hadn't looked up anything about it, but thought you might as well try it out today given that your friend also praised it so much. What was it called again? Madness? Project... whatever? You couldn't remember right now. But your gaze wander to your pc. The screen was turned off, but the RGB light coming from the pc case were giving away that it was still turned on. If Doc had hacked into it, perhaps it showed anything about that?

"Perhaps you hacked into my computer? I left it running over night so... let me get a look."

You went to your pc, with Doc jumping off your bed, and following close behind you. Sitting down in the office chair on your desk, you clicked the button to turn on your screen. At first nothing happened, but then it turned bright, and you could see your desktop. There was nothing out of the ordinary with it. Some folders with your games. Other icons with your work programms. You then opened up steam, to take a quick look at the game you downloaded. Of course it was already finished. Ah, Madness Project Nexus was it's name. Eh, you will probably check it out another time. For now you had a different problem. But after you closed steam again, you noticed that the game had already been opened. It was minimized. Had one of them perhaps played around on your pc before you woke up? Curiously you clicked on the game icon on your taskbar, getting the game into full screen... but there was no game. You just had a black screen with that seemed like some code in green. Is that normal? Should it be like this? Has this something to do with them?

"Did you find something?"

You flinched as Doc suddenly spoke, and your eyes wandered back to him as he looked at you curiously. He couldn't see the screen of course. Your desk was to big for that.

"Oh! I guess! I mean... I don't know? Do you want to take a look? Perhaps it will tell you more!"

And with that you leaned down, and casually picked the grunt up just to seat him onto your lap. And 2BD froze at that. One part of him found it kind of humiliating to be picked up like this, and another... did find it kind of comfortable? He choose to ignore it for now. You just did that to show him your screen, right? But now that he could see your screen, he could see the code, and his stiffness soon disappeared. He knows that code. It's the same one he had seen before they had been teleported away! So... apparently he had hacked into her computer. Now that this mystery was solved, he just needed to figure out how to get them back.

"Yes. This is exactly what I was looking for! I must have somehow hacked into your computer, and it transported us somehow to your world. I bet I can fix that."

The grunt then hoped onto your desk, already having his hands over your keyboard before he turns back to you.

"Uhm. Is it alright if I do use your pc for that?"

Doc believed that it would be more polite to ask. It was your computer after all. But you just smiled. Somehow happy that he even asked, even though he wouldn't have to. And you nod, before leaving 2BD to his work. it's probably a good idea to not disturb him while he tries to figure stuff out. You had no idea what he was doing anyway. instead you went back to the two grunts who were still sitting on your bed, Deimos and Sanford, and started to talk to them. They were quite the nice conversation partners actually! Even if Deimos seemed to like casually flirt with you, or just giving you nicknames like toots. Sanford though was rather polite. He even slightly punched Deimos on the side of his body after some very suggestive flirtations. Though it actually made you chuckle. At some point Hank came back over to you three, carrying a small pink plush bunny in his hands. It was one of yours of course. Though as he went to sit on the bed with you three, he pushed Sanford and Deimos away to take a seat between you and them. That earned him a glare, and some grumbled words from his 'friends'. But you just let out a low chuckle. Mostly because it looked kind of adorable how he was holding that plushy to his chest. You begann talking with them after that again. Hank didn't seemed to be a very talkative person, given that he was mostly silent, and just seemed to listen to your conversation. And as it became late, it became clear that 2BD couldn't solve their problem to find a way back to their world that easy. So you decided to let them stay, and help them as much as you could, while they tried to figure something out. Doc seemed to be a smart guy, so he will surely figure it out eventually... right?



[thatrandomlemononyourcounter1]

WELL.

The people have spoken so now you guys are going to be subjected to a bunch of stuff about The Collector. If you don't want to see it, I'm sorry it's going to be taking over my page ;-;

Let's call this an introduction post but like...for the characters and plot.

SUMMARY: The city of Theona is welcoming a new ruler! Queen Tyra, next in line to the Sable empire, has taken the throne! She is widely loved and adored by the people, so what happens when an insider of the palace reveals a dark secret?

GENRE: It's a fantasy adventure. We got a healthy dose of found family and mythical creatures too.

CHARACTERS:

The main character is named Merissa Shermann. She's 22, has red curly hair (kinda like Merida lol), hazel eyes, and she's 5'6". Her stake in the story is that her dad's life was ruined by the queen... before she was queen. She's incredibly caring, but acts like she's not. She also tends to worry. She is strong, but only because she does a lot of household chores because her dad is old and can't really do much.

The childhood best friend is named Zell Odison. He's 21. He's also albino, mostly because I noticed that there is like no representation for albino people? Like yes it's rare, but stillllll. He's 5'11". He's very dramatic and goofy, but will also do anything to take care of his family (including doing jobs for a well-feared crime boss). He and Merissa have been friends since they were little, and he's also very protective of her. His stake in the story is that his family has a hidden secret and he needs answers.

The blacksmith is named Raymond Clyde. He's a small man, being only 5'2" at the age of 53. He's a brunette, but it doesn't really show because his hair is graying. It's pretty ratted, but he normally keeps it under goggles and a bandana anyway. He's a grumpy old man with wet cat energy but we love him. His wife died fifteen years ago, and his daughter never visits him, so he mostly stays at home, working. His stake in this story is that his wife's death isn't what it seems.

The blacksmith's daughter is named Aeriel Clyde. She's 30 and 5'8". Blonde, blue eyes, but the kind that stare into your soul. She's obsessed with killing the giant who took her mother's life, and that's how she finds out that her mother's death is not what it seems. She's arrogant, and negative, but as the story progresses, grows as a person. She tries to rebuild her relationship with her father. Her stake in the story is that she has a vendetta to fulfill.

The faery is named Tamiko Sable. She's only 10 and stands at 4'8". She has Japanese facial features, and straight black hair. She can always be seen with her cat, Cinder, that her birth mother gave to her. She's very bubbly and excited, and doesn't let anyone put out her spark, no matter how hard they try. She was born to a maid in one of the rich plantations, coincidentally owned by Tyra's sister. After being adopted by the late queen Tyra when her mother died, however, she starts to discover that all is not as it seems. Her stake in the story is that her adoptive mother is not who she says she is.

The alchemist's apprentice is named Hugo Holloway. He's a broody little teenager, at 13. He's only about 4'11". Him and his mother are usually the ones at home, with his father being a palace guard. Since his father is gone all the time, he decided he needed a way to protect his mother, so he became the apprentice of an alchemist. He's very determined, straightforward, and doesn't do well with 'feelings'. His black hair can never seem to lay straight, and his skin can't decide whether it wants to be brown or white, even his eyes can't decide what color they want to be, with one being blue and one being green. His stake in the story is that his father is in serious danger.

The artist is named Sasha Holloway. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, that is until she is married to a palace guard named Noro. She soon realizes that being married to a palace guard means a lot of cold beds, and solo parenting. However, once her son became older, and more independent, she got back into her art. Dancing, knitting, and painting became constants in her life, once more. She does wear a hijab, but I refer to it as a headscarf in the story because it isn't really for any religious reason, moreso because she feels more comfortable in it. She's 5'3", and 37, and you better not touch her son. Her stake in the story is that people that she cares about are being threatened, and she can not let that happen.

And finally, the wanderer is named Estelle Foxglove. She has been a loner her whole life, always doing what it took to survive, but...what she did didn't always resonate well with her soft soul, so she retired, at the ripe age of 19. She's black with dreads, usually pulled into a ponytail, and stands at the tallest of the group: 6'0" (Can we get more tall women in media please???) Her background is a mystery, to both her and everyone else, but after figuring out that the notorious crime boss: The Collector might know something she doesn't, Estelle decides to un-retire for a bit, just to get their attention. Her stake in the story, is the want, the need to find out who she is, and why she is.

anyways

LET ME KNOW ANY OF YOUR THOUGHTS/IDEAS/CRITICISM/REMARKS PLEASE

[graysexualcreature]

a comment you made about sexual dimorphism has been screenshot red and discussed in another post and I seriously doubt anybody else is going to mention anything about it to you personally although if you do get terfs on your page that's probably why.

I just wanted to ask you - why do you think humans aren't sexually dimorphic? we very demonstrably are. male and female anatomy is different, and I feel like the idea that it isn't leads to ingrained medical misogyny. I don't know what you've been taught, but it wasn't taking into account the full range of human diversity. I know it's easy to say "eh, we all kinda look the same" but it's not really the case. idk I'm really not trying to be rude but I wanted to say that you don't have to say in on discourse. it's okay to stay neutral, it's okay to stay out, it's okay not to make comments when you're not sure you have all the facts. idk I'm rambling now. you're also very young. you don't have to weigh in to every discourse on Tumblr, and making comments when you're uninformed can end up spreading misinformation

Hello! Thank you for the warning abt the fact that terfs might start going for me, I appreciate it!

I will admit that I did not get everything right when I made the comment- at the time, my phone was glitching out and I kept losing the comments I was trying to make so the comments ended up being a shortened, summarized version of what I actually wanted to say. And you are right, humans do have sexual dimorphism! I probably should have specified that my intention was to say that human sexual dimorphism does not work in the same way the terfs were trying to say it was. That is no excuse for the misinformation I unintentionally allowed to spread and I apologize for that.

Rather, let me be more specific now- human sexual dimorphism does, on a level, exist, but not to the kind of degree that the terfs were making it out to be. The way they were saying it, they were making the "we can always tell" implication, which is not true! A lot of features considered "masculine" or "feminine" overlap in a way that makes our sexual dimorphism hard to see.

So, what kind of sexual dimorphism do we have?

The basic stuff- afab people tend to more frequently grow larger chests and amab people tend to frequently grow facial hair. We do also have some structural differences- afab people tend to have wider hips, for example, to make way for the organs that live down there. I really, really should have specified this and I apologize for that, but I was very much referring to the more major examples of sexual dimorphism present in many animals when I said that sexual dimorphism doesn't really apply to humans.

And you are also absolutely right about the medical misogyny- heart conditions and the like very much effect afab and amab people very differently, and that is a good example of our dimorphism! Afab people tend not to be taken as seriously when they are having something like a heart attack because the symptoms are different due to our differences.

Afab people also tend to have more natural strength in the legs and hips due to the birthing process, and the opposite applies to amab people who have more strength in the upper body. There are many other differences, but they are all small enough that they do not effect the human appearance as drastically as, say, the difference between a male and female cardinal or a male and female pine grosbeak. Humans present their sexual dimorphism in a way that is more similar to something like a cat- you're going to have to look a little closer, even if you think you can tell from a glance if somebody is amab or afab.

Of course, this doesn't even mention intersex people and how this would apply differently, but there is unfortunately not that much information out there on how this kind of stuff applies to intersex people.

Thank you for the ask! And again, apologies for the careless nature of my comments. I really should have just cut my losses and not made the comments if it meant the exclusion of particular important information but hindsight is 20/20 and since the screenshots are being shared there is not much I can do to remedy it since it is too late to delete them.

I also appreciate the message on just staying out of online discourse, too! You are also absolutely right about making commented when you're uninformed, I really should have thought more.

I can only hope that people who see the comments might come to my blog and at least see this post that gives more specification. And, hey, if I made a mistake at all in this post let me know! I'm open to learning new information and revising stuff I think I already now. I'll be pinning this post and if I ever change out my pinned post in the future I will leave a link to it on the new pinned post.

[charley-and-the-swap-machine]

CATSM: RE-INK'D (Chapter 2: Part 2)

The author claims that someone was talking to her about how sheep were trees while she wrote this.

The Voice Of Susie Campbell

It may only be my second month working for Joey Drew, but I can already tell I'm going to love it here!

People really seem to enjoy my Edgar voice. Sammy says he may be as popular as the other two some day.

These past few weeks, I've voiced everything, from talking chairs to dancing chickens.

But this is the first character I've really felt a connection with. Like he's a part of me.

Edgar and I, we're going places.

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After pushing a few buttons, Henry opened the gate blocking off the music department.

"Hm, it's really dark in here."

Switching on the lights, he took in his new surroundings. They had certainly knocked a few walls out while he was gone, the room actually only an entrance to a much larger department. Henry took a look in one room, and saw a poster for a cartoon. It must've been made after he left, because he had zero memory of working on it.

'Angelic Anarchy'.. He read to himself, studying the poster. There was that spider that he was trying to remember from before- Edgar. His name is Edgar, right here.- smiling while sitting on a cloud, waving to some unknown viewer.

I didn't expect him to make it past the final sketch stage. Joey got him a voice actor? Wonder who it was. Couldn't expect someone like...well, him, to have such a deep voice.. Somewhere in the background, the other two were there, Charley with his usual dopey grin and Barley with his normal anxious expression.

Walking over to another room, he soon found himself before a flooded stairway. "Well, looks like I have to do a bunch of shit for one thing. Again. Yippee."

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You thought the author was going to write all this? Really? Chapter 2 doesn't even take that long in retrospect, so don't go complaining "oHhHhHhhHHhH iT wAs ToOo ShOrT" or something.

Anyways, insert some long, drawn out fetch quest sequence or whatever......

And Jack's here. I guess.

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"Finally, I can use that stairwell. Jeez, that took forever....especially 'cause of that....dumbass ink monster and that valve. Nice hat, though."

As Henry turned the corner, he felt a hard, metal object slam against the back of his head.

As he went unconscious once more, he saw the figure from before standing above him..........

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"There we go, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our little sheep roaming away, now would we?"

Henry came to, his eyes readjusting once more. All these concussions were going to take a toll on him...

"Wakey wakey, little sacrifice."

Henry looked up at the strange source of the voice. Looming before him was some strange, pitch-black man in a dirtied robe that came all the way down to his feet. His hair was long and matted, coming down to his lower back. But what was most noticeable was his glowing facial features; Large glowing eyes, with an equally luminescent cheshire-cat grin, stretching across his face.

"AH! What- Who- Who are-" Henry stammered out, trying to break free from the restraints he just now noticed.

The figure grabbed his face, shushing him. "I must admit, I'm quite honored you've come down here to visit me. It almost makes what I'm about to do seem.........cruel."

"What the hell are you talking about!? Who are you? What do you want?"

"But, the believers must honor their savior.." The figure continued, letting go and pacing around a bit. "I must have him notice me." He turned back around to Henry, studying his face. "....You look....familiar to me. That......face...."

He shook his head. "No, no time for that now. Our lord is calling to us, little sheep."

Henry was as perplexed as ever. "Are you high or something? Who the hell is our lord!?"

"Have you not seen his face everywhere? Have you not seen my gifts to him?"

Henry soon drew the conclusion that he was, in fact, worshiping Charley himself. Couldn't ever picture that little guy being a cultist, or whatever.

"Soon, he'll free me from this....prison. This.....dark, ink abyss I call a body. I can hear him! Crawling, crawling above....."

He turned away from Henry. "Let us begin. The ritual must be completed! Soon, he will hear me.......soon, he will set us free...."

He left the room, and Henry was left tied up and confused as ever.

The intercoms soon turned on, and he turned to them.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep.

Rest your head, t's time for bed.

In the morning, you may wake.

Or in the morning, you'll be dead......"

A loud, familiar screech was soon heard, and the cultist began screaming. "NO! No, my lord! Charley, my lord, I am your PROPHE-"

What followed next was what Henry could only assume was "Charley" grabbing the microphone and bashing the prophet repeatedly over the head a few times, before it eventually broke. Well, bye bye, crackhead. Hardly knew ye.

The restraints holding Henry finally broke, and he grabbed the nearest axe. "I gotta get the hell out of here!"

He hacked and slashed at a few ink monsters in the way, moving forward, until he found himself in a large, ink filled room.

Unexpectedly, "Charley" rose from the ink. Startled, Henry immediately threw the axe at its head.

It broke in two, and they stared at each other for a few seconds....

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SHIT! FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER! WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT! SHIT- Henry cursed repeatedly in his head to the beat of his own running, as he rushed through the ink filled maze, the monster hot on his tail. HOW HAVEN'T I SLIPPED YET!? HOW LONG DOES THIS GODDAMN THING GO ON!?

He took a sharp turn around a corner and slammed his hands on the handle of a door, swinging it open and immediately slamming it shut. He pushed a board across it, and silence followed.

Is that it? Huh. Guess they never taught it to open doors.

Looking around the new, smaller room he was in, he tried to unwind a bit.

A can soon rolled from around the corner, and Henry tried grabbing a nearby board.

"H-Hello? Is someone there? I know you're in here!" He stuttered out. "C-Come out and show yourself....!"

The being that peeked from around the corner made Henry's blood run cold.

It was.....Barley? But....not....dead? His bandage around his eye was back, and he stared at Henry with an anxious expression, gripping onto the side of the corner. "Wh-Who are you?"

Henry dropped the board on the ground.

".....Barley?"

He blacked out soon after.

[mcrmadness]

I wanna know what's the secret for when people can look at a photo of someone and draw a perfect quick 'caricature' of them on the paper. Like, I want to know how people do that, how can they get the proportions right and what is it that they add that makes the drawing look like the person in the photo!

Every time I try to do that, I just stop being able to see. I never get the proportions right and I do not know what details are important for making the person look unique. I might see them in the photo, but I don't know how to capture them. I have to use the grid in order to get them right but it always annoys me because the grid looks ugly and is hard to get rid of, and I still can't get them right and have to use my PC monitor like a light table and find the lines that are not matching and correct those by either tracing or simply erasing and drawing again until they look correct.

I never have this problem with animals, only with human faces. I can make quick cartoony doodles of cats and still get them to look like the cat in the photo. I don't need the grid nor tracing. I can also look at images of people and copy the posture, or draw hands, anything like that without a grid but for some reason my brain draws a line between human faces and everything else. Hell, I can even draw horses without using grids and horses are the most difficult animal ever to draw. But I can't draw human faces because my brain says so. I've tried face drawing tutorials but those don't help either for some reason...

It's so annoying, because I really want to draw something that is a mixture of my cartoony comic book style and photorealism, but I just can't get the human faces to look correct. I really want to know if this problem is just in my eyes or brain, or if it's something I could learn eventually if I just tried. But I really don't know. It does kinda feel like my brain would be lacking a part that is needed for human faces. I'm partially face-blind, but I still can recognize people and tell them apart most of the time, and definitely can tell if my drawing doesn't look like whom I'm trying to draw. But I've always had this problem of imagining human faces. I have hyperphantasia but I find it really hard to imagine human faces, everything is always super clear except that faces often have from a mild to very strong blur on them. I remember in junior high how I had an aesthetic crush and often at home I was trying to think back at that person but I was not able to remember how they looked like, and when I found photos from school's website, I'd stare them and wonder if that's really what the person looks like. Nowadays I can remember the face, but I would not be able to draw nor really describe the facial features. I've also noticed that e.g. with fanfiction I imagine faces more clearly if I think of the thoughts like I was writing or reading a story, but without it the faces get blurred.

So, wondering rn if this is why drawing faces is so difficult, with or without references, unless I can do the comic book style with simple goggly eyes.

[qsphyxias]

𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

if you read yaoi/bl as a straight (cis) woman, do not interact! i am serious, i have blocked so many people, and am very uncomfortable at this point! leave me alone!

synopsis ; reader always felt like he was always the second priority and unimportant to people, but kirishima proves him wrong

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, angst, short and a bit rushed because i was crying while writing this and it was just random inspiration so kinda no plot, hurt/comfort fic, idk what to describe what s/o is feeling? maybe like- feelings of unworthiness or something? idk reader is just sad, fluff at the end, mention of marriage.

note; no one's ever thought about me, this realization hit me today. no one ever cared, no matter what i did for them or what i did for myself, it was never enough. but that out of the way, this goes out to all those sad hoes out there that feel the same!

words ; 0.6k +

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"oh! s/o! i forgot to show you something, i saw this meme a week ago, and it totally reminded me of you! all i could think about all week, was showing you! god, it sucks that exams took us apart for so long."

"but at least i get to hang out with you now!" kirishima smooched you quick on the lips before pulling away and scrolling his album for the meme he saved, taking tiny peaks at your facial expression to make sure you were still invested. he giggled, murmuring something about how the cat looked just like you when you were eating those fire noodles— before he paused, phone slipping out of his limp hands unknowingly as he noticed your distracted expression.

he crawled over to your side, grasping your hand with his rough one to try and bring you back to earth. "why do you look so sad, s/o? did i do something wrong?"

turns out you had zoned out the moment you realized what his words meant. "no. it's just that- well, i didn't think i was the type of person you'd think about." you laughed weakly, swiping the tears that broke your smile.

"what? of course i think about you, you're my boyfriend! and even if you weren't—which i don't think either of us should even think about because we are such a great couple and that would be a tragedy— you're still someone who would definitely occupy my brain 24/7, i mean, look at you! you're a straight-up hottie!"

"c'mere you." kirishima spoke, tone softening as he saw your features break.

you crawled over to him, pushing your head into his stomach as you made an absurd noise. "i'm sorry, 'm not usually like this." you sniffled, eyelashes uncomfortably pushing against your eyelids as you burrowed further into kirishima's torso.

draping his arms on your back, he relaxed and fell back onto the pillows behind him, bringing you down with him.

he craned his neck down to kiss your hair, "pup, you have no idea how much i think about you every single day." he emphasized, words as strong as his resolve.

"you're my motivation to literally do anything ever. whenever i'm having a bad day, i think about you. when i'm not? i'm still thinking about you. the real challenge is thinking about anything else." he grinned as you made the effort to peak up from your spot on his chest.

suddenly though, his smile fell in realization, and he dramatically draped an arm over his eyes, sighing loudly from his lips that curved into a small goofy smile—an indication he was joking. "damn it, s/o. i was saving these for my vows!"

he whined and huffed, blowing air straight into your forehead. "great, now i'm going to have to find new stuff to say when we get totally hitched." kirishima rubbed his hands up and down your back as he pretended to be in thought. "eh, shouldn't be that hard; since you're constantly giving me more things to love about you everyday."

you rolled your eyes at his cheesy remark, a small smile shining through your gloominess.

"like how you even look cute when you cry! there! that's one!" kirishima excitedly pointed at your face, genuinely proud of himself for spotting that one out so quickly.

you laughed, as your cheekbones got a little redder—and this time, not from crying.

"kiri, god- you always know what to say. i fucking love you."

kirishima let out a weird, high-pitched giggle before laughing even harder at his own laugh, reaching down to cradle your face and kiss your lips, so he'd muffle his own horse-like laughter.

"nah, that's not it, you're the one that makes it so easy to love you."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

[abusivelittlebunny]

Since I like causing trouble, favorite body part of each twink and why? 😉

Tits ass tits ass tits ass tits ass

Oof this is a difficult one there's so much there to appreciate honestly it would be very tough to choose but I'll try my best! Let's separate face & body though & examine them separately. Also we are not taking hair in this because truly i will be doing the actors instead of their characters as these features apply to any role they've played even though it feels weird to rate a real person ...

With Mr Murphy, when it comes to face I know many would say eyes, I know I know I know, they are just so perfectly shaped but if I'm real Too blue eyed people freak me out a bit but he has such nice lashes to contrast it and incredible makeup worthy eyelids and a hauntingly hollow eyesocket with those strangely shaped and actually very long brows that are scarce enough next to that endless hollow that they sometimes seem nonexistent so he gets a flying pass. But. But. I'm going to have to say cheekbones because they are honestly one of a kind and you can cut a man with them they're just so incredible; if I was one of those artists that drew little to no actual facial details like the hollow of cheekbones and just a simple smooth face I'd have the hardest time trying to draw Mr Murphy they are just so essential to his face.

It's hard to choose between ass and tits and thighs and waist when it comes to him because truly he's gifted in all of these areas but I'll say waist because he looks so milfy with how hourglassly his figure is; so mommy.

Special shout out to: his hollow eyesockets giving him that iconic look.

Mr Cole has such incredible eyes and honestly their shape mesmerized me; it has this cat-like curve like his pretty plump pink lips that is so seductive and effortlessly charming; if John wasn't such a rambunctious little dude up for mischief he could easily be a fucking Bond boy with those lovely eyes holding so much mystery and elegance.

For him it would be a sin not to say how hot his ass is i just want to eat the whole entire thing, its so round and plump and bitable.

Special shout out to: the beauty mark on his lower lip giving a good target.

For Mr Dickinson it would be an actual crime against humanity if I didn't say lips, those lips oh my God, such pink pillowy perfections they are borderline insane they are so sexy. All the boys mentioned above have that born for blowjobs lips but him him he fucking has the supreme slap a dick in his pretty princess mouth lips like I would pay real money to see the Beach Rats cut where we actually witness from the homeless dude's perspective how those lips can work a cock for real.

In the butt department I'm afraid I've even spoiled by the other twinks because his one is nearly fat enough for me but he makes up for it in the most beautiful tits with rosy nipples and a cute beauty mark right beneath that's begging for a lick.

Special shout out to: his insanely long elegant fingers.

Mr Mackay has such an interesting face it is truly very hard to draw it is just so irregular and intriguing and its mystery draws the eyes in and keeps you captive but my favorite facial feature on him has to be the nose it just has such a unique profile, so sharp yet elegant and it compliments the whole face really, what a pretty boy.

Also he has a very unique body as well very fit and trim with the longest most shapely legs that end in a tight pert butt so I'll go ahead and say his pretty ballerina legs.

Special shout out to: his very protruding veins all over his body.

[scarthefangirl]

Count me out ~ Part 2

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader | Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Description: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: fighting over someone, cliffhanger, not proof read, crying, short (I'm sorry)

*Kate*

She watched you press your lips gently to Wanda's. It was brief, only 4 or 5 seconds. But Kate could tell you both liked it. Kate is boiling, and doesn't want to blow up crying right now.

"I am going to the restroom for a second, I am going to wash my make up off." She says, lips in a tight line. Wanda gives her a quick glare, but not quick enough. Kate storms into the bathroom and slams the door shut. Wow Kate, way to not be dramatic! She scolds herself. Tears begin to pour down her face, and she gets to muffle the sound with her hands. She doesn't know why this makes her so sad. Probably because she has loved you since the day she met you. You had helped Kate and Clint on their mission, and Kate had fallen head over heels for you. You could almost say you were her gay awakening, only she had sort of always known, her mom just scolded her for it.

"You need help...taking your make up off?" Kate hears Yelena's voice through the door. Kate had told Yelena about her passion for you awhile back, so Yelena knew how hard that was. Kate had opened up to Yelena about how much she wanted to date Y/N, but that she knew she loved Wanda.

"Please." Kate gulps back the sobs long enough to answer Yelena. Yelena lets herself in and gives Kate a hug.

"I am so sorry Kate." Yelena comforts in a low voice, her accent thick. Kate nods, pulling herself together.

"Thank you. But I always knew, you know? I always knew that she loved Wanda." Kate says with a shrug, pretending not to care.

"Yeah, and I mean, who smiles after a kiss in front of people when they aren't dating? Like, PDA much?" Kate says, trying to lighten the mood. "You aren't even dating and you look like you want to see each other naked."

"Right? Like come on, get a freaking room." Kate teases back. They both know there isn't much truth in the words, but it lightens the mood. Yelena helps wash off Kate's make up and they go back to the group. Only now Kate sits next to Yelena on the floor, not beside Y/N.

*Y/N*

The kiss was amazing. It was brief, but perfect. It was like Wanda's lips were made for yours. But then you saw Kate so upset and you felt your heart ripping into two. One part was for Wanda, the other for Kate. You loved them both the same. That rude but it is true. How could you just pick one?

Then Kate comes back in smiling, and sits next to Yelena. You knew she didn't like her like that, but it didn't stop your heart to pick up speed.

Then Wanda said something and you nearly jumped, remembering that your other lover is next to you. You study Wanda for a moment, her facial features. She is so beautiful and her eyes melt your heart. But Kate is just as pretty, and you won't even start about her eyes.

"Y/N?" Wanda's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look at her eyes. She looks at Kate for a moment with a look that you think is jealousy.

"Sorry, what were you saying Wanda?" You ask, looking back at her. She got rid of any jealousy she has, and a bright smile is painted on her face.

"Truth or dare?"

"Um, dare I guess?" You say, still out of it.

"I dare you to read us your weirdest string of texts." She giggles her eyebrows, causing you to giggle. Ah, one of Wanda's many talents: making you giggle like a little girl.

"Okay.. But be warned." You laugh, pulling up your phone. "I sent Kate a text saying 'hey I am bored, what you doing!' And she sent 'cat' and I sent 'drum' and she sent 'I love hot dogs' and then I ignored her." You laugh, getting s chuckle from Kate. Wanda glares at Kate with anger. You put a hand on Wanda's should hoping to calm her down, but earn a sad look from Kate. You can't win!!!

"That wasn't even dumb. It lasted 2 seconds" Wanda says with a great deal of attitude.

"You're just jealous that when me and Y/N talk its funny." Kate snaps. The other girls make up excuses to leave, like the restroom or something.

"Why would I be jealous of an ugly little"- wanda starts before you cut her off.

"Wanda that was uncalled for! Why are you two fighting?" You yell, naive to think you didn't know the reason.

"Because I love you!" They yell at the exact same time. You are taken aback, and sit down on the couch. You don't know what to say and fear hurting someone.

"Which one of us do you love Y/N?" Kate pouts like a child. You look at them both.

Wanda. She is so beautiful and mature. She comforts you whenever you need, and she is always there when you are hurting. She cleans your mission wounds. She always sends you stupid memes that a grandma would like, but you laugh so hard. She always has poetic wisdom and strengthing hugs. She is an amazing cuddler, although all of it has been platonic. Wanda gives you make up tips even, when you ask.

Kate? Kate is the best hugger. She does not fail too make you laugh, ever. She is very pretty, and always compliments you. She makes you feel like the most beautiful girl ever. And you two make a great fighting duo too.

"I- I, I don't know.." You whimper, "I love you both like that." They both groan. "I do. I love you both!" You begin to cry from the pressure of their eyes. Wanda looks disappointed as she leaves the sleepover, muttering that she will talk about it later. But Kate looks hurt and stand there a moment before leaving your room.

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