#adn thank u ^_^

[skunkes]

for me, the loveliest parts of your drawings are the construction. like veryyy inspired and true to anatomy but very clearly your own flavor. your pdf has really really put that "spark" for me in drawing again 💖 especially since I also draw doodley & small. unfortunately, with my ADHD/current workflow it's a real uphill battle to not give up a study despite desperately wanting to get better at construction. :(

if you use studies a lot, do you have any tips on how to keep studies fun? What sources have worked for you in the past? (especially for fat/wrinkles/clothes)?

This is getting to be a pretty specific ask haha sorry if it's a lot. I hope some of it made sense tho :)

hi hi so idk that i'd endorse it per se but what worked for me was only focusing on stuff i was interested in for years LOL

so in high school i loved drawing hands and arms... so i only ever focused on hands and arms...

i literally did not start fully focusing on/trying to learn Legs (for example) until the last 2 years. you can see even now that idk how to draw shoes (and idk that ill ever learn because ive never cared about em irl and only really use one pair LMFAO but that could change!) and then its slowly come together like puzzle pieces.

All of this came from personal interest....i was fascinated with hands and arms at first, the shapes the forms. then u can combine it with other things. i became determined to draw all sorts of bodies well so i could depict my ocs accurately. i had a focus on noses because i love noses and wanted to have ocs with their own unique noses, so i had an excuse to draw said ocs more to learn. (and then becoming enamored with all the ways skin and flesh can sit and squish helped with wanting to draw bodies more).

stuff like that helps keep it fun. sometimes when i do body studies now i dont draw the heads/faces because its less fun (TO ME) to do that and i know ill end up focusing more on that than the learning of the body.

sometimes i draw the bodies with my ocs heads so i have more fun. when i first started learning legs i only drew disembodied ones.

im not saying to do dis and yes you have to leave your comfort zone to get better sometimes but you have to find what works for YOU... bc if you get too "uncomfortable" then u wont wanna do it at all (see again: i could force myself to draw a page of shoes but i genuinely just dont want to adn i dont care. maybe in a few years ill be obsessed with them. im king of not leaving my comfort zone. i love being comfortable. but i make it work)

however you Learn you can always expand upon it once u have the foundation! like how over the years ive added more little details to some forms (because i like seeing them!)

idk how i learned to get better at drawing fat but i recommend sources like fatphotoref, morpho's book on fat and skin folds, and (18+ recommendation) subreddits for nudes, especially if they're focused on fat people. i like this last one bc you can truly see a range of difference in body proportions and fat distribution etc as well as seeing how other people stylize such things

im going to be real with u and say i SUPER dont know how i learned folds. im actually still learning now that im exploring more fashion in the real world, but even now i kind of just guess from what i know theyre meant to look like. if i REALLY want it to look accurate ill wear a similar garment and use that as a ref and then keep that in my mental library. here's 2 examples i can think of where i really had to take a pic because my imagination wasn't cutting it (and even then the 2nd was exaggerated of course.) this seems like a "leaving the comfort zone" moment but it was truly fueled by curiosity and fascination more than anything, which is good. (but AGAIN. you could not get me to care this much about drawing shoes. so it really depends on You and your interests in order to make it fun.)

otherwise i kinda just guess 😭 this is where i excel at focusing on making something look Good instead of right. i just see what shapes look fun, sculpt them around the body...

morpho also has a clothing + folds book though, so i wld look there ^_^ perhaps try putting a subject you really enjoy into your favorite outfit for practice? stuff like that... that post about how improvement comes from being insanely obsessed with something is real u just gotta find and latch onto whatever that may be

[josephtrohman]

a new rig rundown featuring patrick and joe dropped today!!!

[phantasmatoucan]

I love how in your latest comic, Opportunist just. collapses. on the floor, with Skeptic’s dead body.

Something something it’s at the moment we see him lean his head in, like he wants to give and receive affection from the headless body, and the head is what’s gone, the one part he can’t lean against and hold, though he can match body to body with everything else, the head, the person, is what’s missing though the body remains

something something the head was what contained Skeptic’s thinking mind and also symbolizes & contained his entire personality

smthn smthn the body, the empty shell, the facade is all yours, but the person is gone

smthn smthn just like how if Opportunist had held himself back during their entire relationship, and/or killed him in the end, then it was always a facade, an act, just like the headless dance he’s doing now, then the other person— the connection— the one you’re performing a relationship with was never really there—

or if it was real, who knows— it retroactively becomes a facade, because of Opportunist killing him— all because of Opportunist—

Something something Opportunist breaks and tips over, which tips over the body, because there’s no one else there now, the only person to keep up the same facade, the same dance, is him, alone, now—

Opportunist breaks the minute his head doesn’t find anything to match and nuzzle, and hold to— and Opportunist and Skeptic were always of two different minds, Oppy scheming and holding himself at a distance and refusing to trust Skeptic, they were always unmatched in their mentality in their dance, of course there’s no head for him to hold onto—

Smthn smthn the reminder the other person isn’t there, was never really there, is an empty space where the head used to be, and Opportunist defines and prides himself on his scheming until he’s alone in his mental palace of being on top…

And Skeptic always prides and defines himself on his cerebral pursuits and ability as well, their heads are defining for both of them, so it’s extra appropriate…

And it’s the head Opportunist leans in to give and receive affection from, he wants the real Skeptic, but he can’t have it, because of himself, maybe he never could even before if the above possibility is true

And it’s the moment the loneliness crashes in and Opportunist collapses on top of the body, always on top, the one manipulating, the guy in control, and the one in charge of this empty dance now

And him collapsing on the body, embracing it for comfort, is him looking for comfort from his own body, from the feeling of holding and the imitation of being held, not from his head. (Or from talking to the other guy, from bouncing off the other person’s personality.)

And even though Opportunist’s head and mentality has won out in destroying the relationship, Opportunist can’t ignore his “gut” feelings of loneliness, those body-associated feelings are what’s keeping him dancing with a corpse, keeping up the facade

This got longer than I expected but y’know if I actually have energy to analyze and put it into words I’m not gonna waste the opportunity

YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE ME HURT ABOUT MY OWN COMIC HWO DARE YOU/J

J32BT32 BUT FOR REAL THO THIS IS SO GOOD IM VERY FLATTERED U ANALIZED MY COMIC THIS MUCH, I CANT REALLY ADD MUCH TO THIS BECAUSE I REALLY WANT MY COMICS BE UP TO INTERPRETATION SOME ARE MESSY ON PURPOSE BUT I LIKE TO THINK THEYRE FUN TO LOOK AT, ANYWAYS THANK U SO SO MUCH FOR THIS ANALISIS

[reinafish]

ALSO‼️ Your art style is SO cutes and colors anD I LOVES IT

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[hirokiyuu]

<guy who just binged all of pppppp in a day

[vypridae]

fyodor for your enjoyment

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT im taking it home with me

[bardinthezone]

Thank god, CMP sucks and I hope this goes through just so I can see that company die 

Maine?? Hello?

[jellycryptid]

made a gif yahoo!

[plasticsandwich]

despite how busy ive been these past few months its insane that this is pawbably the nicest ive had it in a long time

[taintedcigs]

sweetest person ever , youve made me feel comfortable on this app , like i belong here , your writing is amazing and i love you

tell me your honest opinion about me on anon ♡

[spaghettificationstation]

My little army of Guys.... THANK U @lychgate @itsmrkittys I loved the packaging and had an enriching time peeling all the plastic off (that's the roll in the front of that first image)!!!

[acynicalsweetheart]

OKAY UHMM !!!!!!!!!!! HEY ... SOOOO .... I LOEVEEVVEV YOUR FICS SO FUCKING MUCH AND AND ADN ..!!!!!!

uhmhm,,, this is based off of FREQUENT fantasies i have soo,,,

reader who is Curly's biological kid,,, leaving and neglecting the reader for his job, often leaving the reader alone with their "uncle" Jimmy,, Jimmy grooms the reader and eventually just takes advantage of them,, do what you will with this request!! -🎧

hai thank u very much!!! um sorry this is actually terrible LMFAO. really rushed and some parts do not cling together.. anyway imagining this is set in 90s. maybe. just cause. may occur typos it’s 6 am and i’m sleep deprived.. wow 1.9k words should turn into a fic but whatever

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, smut, pseudo-incest, dub-con/coercion, grooming sort of, age gap, etc etc

“Uncle Jimmy,” you’re clinging to his arm like a baby monkey clings onto its mama, rightfully so when he’s leading you through the trailer park that might as well be a family reunion for registered sex offenders—Jimmy included. “When do you think daddy is coming back?”

“Never.” Jimmy says with a cigarette between his lips, ashes falling onto his shirt when he speaks.

“What?!” Your expression screams oh-so-offended, tightening your grip on Jimmy and shaking him a little. Fancy tennis bracelet tugging painfully on his arm hair in the process. Fucking ouch. Leech. “Why?”

You look so out of place. Shame daddy dearest didn’t care enough to take some time off for you. Look like you should be living in his fancy mansion, not hogging up all your time with Uncle Jim who owes exactly everyone more money than he’s worth. Poor trust fund baby you are. 

Don’t you have friends or some shit? 

“Sweetheart,” he shoves you inside his trailer, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the kitchen, “your dad is a fuck-awful pilot. And captain. Prolly crashed into the sun like fucking Amelia Earheart by now.” 

Thank fuck Jim got fired. Capitalist community. Pony Express, that is. Entirely fitting for Curly and his riches. Didn’t even have to climb no damn ladder.

“Oh my God.” You sit down on his couch looking dejected as ever, clutching your head in disbelief. 

Jimmy plops down next to you with a groan ‘cause fuck he is getting old, slings an arm behind you—beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. “Just kidding.”

“Oh.” 

“You want?” He nods to the goodies in his hands, cigarette so close to your arm Jimmy could press it down hard and leave a mark if he wanted to. Its ashes fall onto your white dress without you noticing. 

“Oh.” Man, you’ve seriously gotta get yourself a new vocabulary. Practice your etiquette by saying dear heavens or some Curly-esque bullshit. “I don’t… daddy would kill me.” 

He thinks he hears something. What’s that? A little bee in his ear? Puuussy!

“Yeah, your daddy a million miles away would kill me.” Jimmy takes another drag, blowing out the smoke in your face.  

Waving away the grey cloud, you giggle, “okay, I know it sounds stupid but—“ Jimmy shoves the cigarette between your lips, essentially forcing you to take a hit. “Hey!” And you’re coughs galore. 

Cracking open the beer with his teeth, Jimmy takes a swig whilst watching you gasp for air like you’ve just barely survived drowning. Drinks it like it’s water. Practically is at this point. “You gotta boyfriend?” 

“Ew!” Jimmy can’t tell if you’re saying that to his question or the taste of your first cigarette. “No…” 

“No? Why not?” He gives you a slowmo once-over, gaze middle landing on your tits and obvious bralessness before reaching their final destination at the whorishly short hem of your dress. “You’re… not bad.” 

Could always be thinner. Better. Prettier. 

“I don’t know…” your head hangs lowly, anxiously picking on the fabric of your clothes, “I—I don’t think daddy wants me to…”

“Baby, your dad wants you to get married. Have kids. All that white picket fence bullshit.” He leans over to put the beer on the coffee table that’s a kneecap hazard, cracks one of his vertebrae in the process. “And soon. Or he oughta be real disappointed.” From under his nails, Jimmy flicks away some debris in the form of cigarette ash. Shit’s fucking everywhere.

Been an avid smoker since second grade, it’s a mystery how he ain’t part cigarette yet. Bet if he took a DNA test it would say 52% tobacco. 48% American. 

“You really think so, Uncle Jimmy?” Your voice is about as meek as a mouse. Daddy issues, huh. Must be why you like hanging around Jimmy so much. 

“Yeah.” Adjusting his army cap that he stole from your dad’s truly—‘cause Jim never fell for Vietnam—he conjures up a scheme. “Unless… you could get in some practice.”

“Practice?” 

“At boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.” You perk up at that, glossing over him with this girlish wonder in your eyes. Can practically see how bad you want a Prince Charming. “Yeah. That’d make daddy real proud, wouldn’t it? His little girl, all grown up.”

“O—okay. So how… do I start?” You shift closer to Jimmy, paying extra attention like he’s a guidance counsellor. 

“Stupid.” He flicks your forehead, you flinch. “You’ve got Uncle Jimmy right here, haven’t you?”

“Oh.” Please. What were you expecting? For Jimmy to drag out one of those well-groomed, well-adjusted private school boys that Curly so badly wants you to marry, out of his closet and hand him over to you? “Okay…”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” He murmurs, takes one more drag of the cigarette. 

You look a little sick. Like you think practicing with Uncle Jimmy’s a fate worse than death. Or maybe it’s the smoke of his dart getting to your head. 

“We’ll start slow. Kissing, hand stuff, maybe I’ll show you how to make good use of that mouth. Can’t tell daddy, though. Got that? You tell him, I’ll find you and kill you. Keep your body wrapped up in my trunk and make use of it.”

Nodding frantically, you agree. “Yes—yes, I got it!” 

“Just kidding,” says Jimmy, who is as serious as a heart attack—as passionate as lovers on their wedding night, about his threats. 

“Yeah… I know.” 

“C’mere.” Pulling you impossibly closer, till your warm smooth legs meet his jagged jeans, he stares you right in the eye. “You ever seen a cock before, baby?”

You look taken aback by his brash question, blinking like your eyes have dried up before replying. “No…” 

“Good.” 

“I mean I—“ whatever it is you’ve got to say, he doesn’t care. 

“Gimme your hand.” Jimmy reaches for your arm, grabbing ahold of your hand to hold it against his crotch. “Feel this?”

“Um…” you wince, trying to feel for his dick to no avail, “no.” At least you’re more honest than Curly. That suck-up would’ve said yes I can feel your dick Jimmy! Oh gosh you’re so big! …If he were a woman, that is. 

“No.” He repeats, waits a moment to see you start sweating bullets in real time. “That’s ‘cause I ain’t hard. Gotta turn me on first, dumbfuck. How’d you expect to please a man if you can’t even make him get it up?”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how.” 

Oh my God, you’re a fucking baby. Daddy Curly must’ve never given you the birds and the bees talk either. Well, now Uncle Jimmy’s here to patch that up. More like rip off the band-aid of your innocence. Kind of overdue, dontcha think? 

“Kiss me.” 

“Okay…” you hesitate before leaning in, letting your eyes flutter shut and slotting your lips against your Uncle Jimmy’s. 

You suck at it. 

Literally. And figuratively. 

Jimmy kisses you back, gripping the nape of your neck to deepen it. “Mmm, yeah. Real nice and sloppy, that’s it.” He speaks against your lips, licking into your mouth like you’ve got gold hidden somewhere in there. “Suck on that tongue.” 

And you do. Till your spit fucking drips down Jim’s stubble. Gross. 

“Gotta feel me up.” He guides your hand, flattening it and dragging it up and down his length. “Palm me till you feel it rising.” 

You moan into his mouth, probably that little switch in the back of your head turning on. Sending signals to your brain to soak your panties and whatnot. Are you even wearing panties? You look like you wouldn’t. Slut. 

Making quick work of his belt while you go to town on his mouth, Jimmy unzips his jeans and whips his dick out. 

He breaks the kiss, tilting your head down for you since you got a little too excited. Seems like you and his dick’s got something in common at least. “That’s right. Uncle Jimmy’s such a fucking pervert for his little girl, ain’t he? Look at that. His cock’s all hard and tall just for you.”

“Oh, my…” you blink at it. It’s all you ever do. Slowly and stupidly. 

“Go on,” Jimmy guides your hand to wrap around his girth, watching your eyes dart all over the place probably ‘cause you don’t know how to act. Feeling his cock throb and twitch in your palm like that. “Touch me.”

The concept of pleasing a man isn’t entirely lost on you, ‘cause you begin to stroke him up and down. The friction feels like sandpaper but alright. Should’ve told you to spit on it beforehand. No pun intended.

“Harder. What are you so shy for?” He pulls your hand away, soaking it with his own spit before guiding it for you. “I said harder. Faster. Gotta make me cum.”

Your hand starts moving under Jimmy’s, finally getting him somewhere. Not quite close. But somewhere. 

“Fuck, you’re such a whore for Uncle Jimmy, ain’t you?” He lets go of your hand again, reaching over to pluck his cigarette and stick it back into between his lips for another drag. 

Was already feeling the withdrawal symptoms. Creeping up on him like the orgasm he should be having but most likely won’t seeing as you’re not especially good at what you’re doing. First times, huh. 

“Yes…” you say so quietly Jimmy can barely hear you. Saddened almost. Must be aware of how terrible you are at making a man cum. 

“Bet you wish daddy was watching. Oh, he’d be so proud, wouldn’t he?” Jimmy is aware he says the word proud like he’s got something personal against it. Which he, in fact, does. “At how fast you’re learning. Turning into a good slut already.” 

“You think?” Your expression is so earnest. Like you think you’ve finally found your purpose or some shit. 

Learning to suck maybe. Turning into a one-dollar trailer park whore ‘cause that’s all you’re worth with those useless housewife hands you were born with—being Curly’s and all. 

“Hell yeah, I think.” Jimmy tilts his head back, feeling like a woman ‘cause apparently they fake orgasms nowadays. He makes eye contact with a fine fella on his chunky little cable TV. Looks just like Jim if he were a fraction cooler, had more tattoos and funkier hair—a rockstar. Hey, ain’t he that Girls, Girls, Girls fella? “Oh fuck.”

He’s cumming. Loud. Fuck. Embarrassing. 

Balls tightening like they’ve been dipped in ice, Jimmy fucks your hand and groans. Biting down onto the cigarette so hard he tastes fucking ash on his tongue. Throws the shit across the floor with shaky fingers and white knuckles your shoulder for support. 

“What?” You look at his face like that’s where he’d cum from, takes about a minute till you feel him spill down your fingers. “Oh my lord!”

“Shit.” Said shit is everywhere. Thickest whitest load Jimmy’s ever shot in his life. “Well, ‘bout time you put some good use to that mouth, huh?”

“Um…” you look to the side, nose twitching in an what’s most likely an attempt to not grimace. Yeah. Jimmy doesn’t blame you. Not an especially appetizing sight, is it?

“Use your tongue.” He forces your head down till you’re head to head with the head of his dick. Pushing you down far enough to bump the tip of your nose to the tip of Jimmy’s dick. “C’mon, can’t do it on my own. That’s what girls are for.”

You start lapping away like a dog. Not a sweet little kitten but a nasty ol’ dog. Must be why you like hanging around Uncle Jimmy so much. 

“Just lick it aalll up, yeah. Like that.” Your eyes are pricking with tears when he tilts your head up, globs of jizz sticking to the corners of your mouth. “Now swallow.”

[beddybites]

hello gorgeous!!! @forest-hashira has given you the Bestest Sketcher Award as part of the Muvva’s Lover’s Awards, congrats!! 💖🌈

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WOAH!!!!!!! THANK U @forest-hashira UR SO SWEET ;W; i havent a clue what this means but it seems rlly sweet so im going to cry tears of joy adn weep for hours THANK UUUUU SM SM MUWAH MUWAH

[420technoblazeit]

got this directly after your fit check and. yeah

hell fuckign yeah thank u algorithm. adn thank you scully. that's the one this is right it's scully. i know there's two of htem. somebody told me that once but i catn for the life of me remember which one this is

[skunkes]

HAPPY BDAY CHEYE!!!!!! 🧁🍰🎂🍰🧁

THANK YOUUU 💞🌺🌷🐬🌈

YAAAY SO REAL... THANK U 🌺 adn happy early bday!

[voidcat]

also hello ive been seeing a lot of u doing the tree thingy this year

i feel too far behind on it by now to start + last year the website was glitchy at times and it was hell to just log in so idt i have it in me to try adn find my old info etc

however u know me and u know how i write messages more or less- so whether u made that tree this year or not, imagine a small cat shaped red or purple ornament from me with a heartfelt message for u guys

thanks for being a part of 2024 and my new fandom experiences. it was certainly a choice to return to fic writing side of tumblr and it was certainly a choice to return being active in fandoms so im glad my time here has been nothing but pleasant<3 i love you all and wish you all the best holiday season

hope you all get to munch on your favorite festive meals and spend a jolly warm time with your loved ones. in moments of solitude, imagine me bumping u with my arm and offering you a mug of your favorite drink and making a stupid joke that'll get you bursting into laughter so hard you'll forget what was it that caused that moment of solitude

take care friends and may you all have a lovely holiday, and may 2025 come with much kindness and love we all deserve<3