#non binary skeleton

[bravenewolympus--hq]

𝒉𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝝂𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒚, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

[yournonbinarypal]

[aubryjoi]

Halloween long cats are BACK! 🐈‍⬛🧡

Coming to my shop for a limited time on 10/19 - they won’t last long! 👀

[m4rs-ex3]

ok but this one of this show's main characters is a girl raised by gay dads and we don't talk about it

[raykarr]

more patches more patches more patches more patches more patches more patches more patches more patches!!!!!!

[ddv1ex]

Hello guys. I want to ask an important favor from you. Can you suggest me ideas about what to draw? Because i have none. I want to connect with my audience and understand what you want to see on this channel. I dont usually pressure about my wishes, but i guess this time i will. If you have at least one idea, just write me in my inbox. This is very important for me. Thanks.

[lime-ether]

IVY AND FEY

CHARACTERS SHEETS

Ivy and Fey are original characters , My Oc's

BY @lime-ether (that me)

Ivy is a dangerous opponent in combat, does not belong to any fandom. She does not have a traditional home, instead she lives in the Void, where she keeps various things and souvenirs from other worlds. Hates being alone, is a chaotic personality, can be loving towards friends or aggressive towards others. She has symptoms of ADHD that manifest in her behavior.

Fey, during his life, was engaged in legal affairs and was a good lawyer. After his death, he became a ghost who helps Ivy in her adventures. Fey has a calm and level-headed nature that balances Ivy chaotic nature. He often gives her advice and support, helping her cope with difficulties.

The relationship between Ivy and Fey complicated but deep. Fey acts as a mentor and friend to Ivy, helping her control her chaotic impulses and find her way through difficult situations. Their interactions show a balance between chaos and order, impulsiveness and judgment.

Some facts

Ivy collects souvenirs from the various worlds she visits, storing them in the Void.

Fey, being a ghost, has the ability to pass through walls and remain undetected, making him a valuable ally in Ivy adventures.

below i talk about the strengths and weaknesses of Ivy and Fey, about ivy's strength and just an old bonus related to the lore from which these two "from "

Ivy

Strengths

Ivy is a skilled fighter capable of defeating even the most formidable opponents.

Resourcefulness: She uses her magical thread for portals, protection, and healing, making her unpredictable in combat.

Ivy values her friends deeply and is willing to risk her life to protect them.

Fearless in the face of danger, she takes on even the toughest challenges.

Charisma: Her sarcasm, humor, and occasional flirting can distract enemies and attract allies.

Weaknesses

Impulsiveness: Ivy often acts without thinking, which can lead to serious consequences.

Emotional Instability: Her struggle with inner demons and her need for recognition can cloud her judgment.

In a state of hunger, Ivy can lose control and become dangerous to everyone around her.

She craves feeling needed and loved, which makes her emotionally vulnerable.

Her Past: Her connection to "creator" and the Void sometimes pulls her back into chaos, a part of her nature she fights to overcome.

Fey

Strengths

Intelligence: Fey’s sharp mind allows him to analyze situations and find solutions effectively.

Calm and composed, he helps others stay grounded during tough times.

As a spirit, Fey can shapeshift and remain undetected, making him perfect for gathering information or escaping danger.

Fey is unconditionally supportive of Ivy, even when he doesn’t agree with her actions.

His calm nature makes him adept at resolving conflicts.

Weaknesses

As a spirit, Fey lacks the ability to directly engage in physical combat with water enemys. Can't really touch any liquid, feel agony .

Perfectionism: His need for order can create tension with Ivy’s chaotic nature.

Fey rarely shows his feelings, which can create a barrier between him and others.

Tether to the Past: His life as a lawyer before death drives his need to protect everyone, even when unnecessary.

Dependency on Ivy: Fey’s strong bond with Ivy makes him lose objectivity if she’s in danger.

Ahem about Ivy's powers

THREADS

The sensation of the thread feels cold to the touch for an ordinary person, even if held for a long time. It is smooth but not slippery, slightly rough, like copper wire. It feels heavy, as if it were a small chain or a piece of dense metal; the thread seems heavier than it should be. Its weight resembles that of a chain made of solid gold. It shines in the light like liquid gold, but this shine dulls at certain angles; when magic is used, it glows. When Ivy moves or stretches it, a light metallic ringing can be heard, similar to the sound of a bell, but with a muffled undertone that creates a strange sensation.

The feeling during the stitching of a living body, as when Ivy stitched a gentleman's arm, does not create a sensation of pain. Instead, it feels like a cool, silky touch that causes a slight tingling, as if magic is penetrating the body. Once the thread is "sewn" into the body, the wound begins to pulse with a warm wave, and the pain gradually fades away. During the stitching of the wound, the thread does not melt or dissolve but gradually "disappears" into the body, integrating with it and healing the damage.

For Ivy, the thread always feels light, like air. While using it, she feels how the thread "lives" in her hands: it stretches as if pulsing with gentle waves of magic, ready to obey her command.

The thread is almost impossible to break with ordinary means. Its strength is akin to being unbreakable, but Ivy can tear it magically by concentrating. The thread remains cold even at the highest temperatures. It cannot be melted by fire or dissolved by acid. It has high magical conductivity (specifically for Ivy), but not for electricity. The magical energy within the thread pulses with a faint golden light.

When Ivy uses magic, she feels a thread begin to “rise” from deep within her eyes. It doesn't cause pain, but the sensation is like a light tingling, as if tiny streams of warmth pulse from the depths of her skull to the surface. Her vision momentarily dims with a golden hue as the thread emerges, like a living thing awaiting commands.

It’s like a pulling action, but without physical effort, as the thread itself “slips out,” smoothly and effortlessly, as if knowing where it needs to go. A gentle warmth spreads around her eyes, but there’s no fatigue or discomfort—rather, it’s a soothing feeling of control.

The moment the thread touches the air, it begins to glow with a golden light. This soft luminescence intensifies if the magic is amplified. Ivy can see in the dark thanks to this glow, which gently illuminates everything around her, like the light of a candle flame; she can regulate its intensity.

When Ivy chooses to use her fingers, it's a completely different sensation. She feels her fingertips fill with a pulsating pressure, similar to a light tingling, but with a sense of depth. It feels as if her fingers temporarily become conductors of something larger—magic that flows from her and transforms into a physical form.

The moment the thread begins to emerge, she feels the last joint on each finger grow warm, but this warmth doesn't burn; it simply reminds her of the living force within her body. The golden coating on her fingers helps her control this process, and each movement of her finger seems to “unravel” an invisible ball of thread inside her.

As the thread emerges, it unfurls in the air with a soft whisper, like a light fabric, and feels like silk wrapping around her fingers.

PORTALS

When Ivy decides to create a portal, she first concentrates, almost freezing. Her body tenses, and the air around her seems heavier, as if filled with magical energy. She takes a deep breath, and the space around her becomes noticeably denser.

Her hands begin to move in the air, as if she's trying to "feel" the invisible fabric of the world. At first, it's like swimming lightly in water, but with each sweep, her fingers encounter something invisible—a pressure that feels cold and resistant, like a strong wind hitting her palms.

When she "touches" this resistance, her nails, covered in a golden glow, seem to grow into the fabric of the world. She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, and sharply pulls her hands in opposite directions. At that moment, space seems to tear—with a loud crack and a flash of gold. Before her, a portal appears: shimmering, framed by threads of golden light that flutter like fabric in the wind.

The portal looks like a rip in reality, through which another place can be seen. Its edges flicker and shift, as if they are always in motion. It is both beautiful and frightening—like looking into the eyes of something otherworldly.

Ivy calmly walks through it, and the portal disappears behind her as suddenly as it appeared, leaving only a brief flash of gold.

Portals created by Ivy have a "lifespan" that depends on the amount of residual magic. If a portal is created for a quick passage, it closes automatically immediately after she or her companions have passed through. Ivy's magic "senses" when the task is complete and closes the tear. Sometimes, when the portal closes, Ivy subconsciously performs the sealing in mere seconds. Her movements are so fast that it looks like the portal simply vanishes. In this case, the sealing process is automatic for her, but she still performs it, without even realizing it.

Manually sealing a portal is only necessary when she wants to leave the portal open longer, or if the tear becomes unstable and begins to expand, threatening to distort reality.

When Ivy wants to close a portal, she uses her golden threads. First, she carefully approaches the tear, almost bowing before it, as if before a living being. She takes a deep breath, touches the edge of the tear with her fingers, from which threads flow, and begins to "sew" it up.

The process looks as if she's literally stitching the fabric of the world, pulling the edges of the portal together. The threads shine with gold, and each stitch emits a warm light. As the threads pass through the portal's fabric, they leave behind a barely noticeable scar in space, which gradually dissolves, leaving everything in its original state.

After the stitching is complete, the thread completely dissolves, and the space becomes smooth, as if the portal never existed. But if you look closely, you can see a faint golden shimmer, a reminder that magic was once there.

Bonus about the Thread-Clothing

The scarf Ivy wears around her waist looks like a delicate ornament, shimmering golden in the sunlight. But in reality, this scarf is so dense that it weighs more than many full sets of knightly armor. For Ivy, it's simply part of her attire, light and imperceptible, but if she removes the scarf and gives it to someone else, the consequences can be staggering.

A person who tries to hold the scarf will feel its unbearable weight literally crushing into their body. Their shoulders might start to crack from the strain, and their forearm bones will break under the pressure, seemingly impossible for such apparently delicate fabric. The person will fall to their knees, unable to even let go of the scarf—it seems to live its own life, pressing them to the ground. ( and this is a light 'cute' version of what will happen to that person tbh)

The scarf isn't just heavy; its texture changes under pressure, constricting limbs, leaving bruises, and, in extreme cases, even tearing the skin. Within seconds, the person is immobile, their body contorting in agony, their breathing becoming shallow due to pressure on their chest.

At the same time, the scarf has incredible strength. Even the sharpest swords cannot cut it, bullets bounce off its surface without leaving even the slightest trace. It also serves as protection for Ivy herself—in case of attack, she can use it as a kind of shield, or even as a weapon, enveloping her opponent and neutralizing them effortlessly (for example, breaking their spine or pulverizing their face).

Besides scarves or accessories, Ivy is capable of creating entire garments from her thread. For example, if she knits a sweater, it will be so strong that it can protect against the most powerful blow or explosion from some GOD. But only Ivy herself can wear this clothing. For others, it would be so heavy that even attempting to lift it would be nearly impossible.

Old version

[chestersbraincell]

I think I just found my by far most odd source of gender envy.

I present to thee, minecraft wither skeleton:

-no organs

-no skin

-the colour of ash and the void

-EPIC HECKING SWORD TO FIGHT WITH!!!

-decently tall if I recall correctly

-fucking creature what more do I say

[random-autie-fangirl]

Daily Drawings until Deltarune is released: day 34 of 63- NON-BINARY BLAAAAST!!!!

(This hopefully should ward off any misgendering of Frisk. Turn all those pesky "shes" and "hes" referring to Frisk into theys. Frisk is on their way to erase any mention of them as a man or woman as a fandom. Sorry not sorry guys, your art and fanfic will still be there but Frisk just corrected the terms and pronouns for you! Good for them! Such is the power of the non-binary blast!)

(I saw someone misgendering then a whole essay trying to argue that Frisk actually isn't non-binary and I got petty! Fortunately Frisk's non-binary blast is here to dissapear all that nonsense now!)

[jazzumbra]

Day 4: Skeleton ☠️

Here is Gizmo robbing a cemetery for bones! They're NOT afraid of any skeletons!

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[bravenewolympus--hq]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝝂𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔, 𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔, 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒆𝒖𝒔, 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔.

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𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news,, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

[undertakcn]

Categorizing S.oriel as Old People Yuri changed my brain chemistry a bit and now its all i can think about.

[aubryjoi]

Meet Shivers, the ghoulish long cat! 👻💙

Dropping on 10/19 in my shop, limited release!

[ashenwinds]

I always gotta gush about it, but I love Chi's voice. Out of all the Lords, their voice sounds the most distorted and inhuman -- and very androgenous in multiple of their quotes. There is more of a dissonance and echo in their voice when getting frustrated, sometimes having a bit more of a feminine sound when angry or flustered. They have a voice that can be calming or absolutely terrifying. especially if they lower it and add in a growl to the words. And I will always say as well, I fucking love their silly as fuck laugh which I have no idea how to trigger it in game but have the audio file of

[illuminopseudonymous]

Anyone else getting gender envy from this fucker?

[jeanjaquesrousseou]

Transphobes when science