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[anxietyspeaceful]

You guyss! I’m so sorry but i’ll get to everyones requests soon! Im just super unmotivated aaahgh 😭😭😭🤍 ily all!

[bella-but-not-hadid444]

Happy birthday!! 🎂

omg thank you!!!

happy birthday accurately describes the day :)

[choism]

no real purpose to this ask tbh but i did wanna say that while i do not share your love & lust for The Clown now everytime i see content of him im like haha tumblr user choism would love that :-) keep clowning <3!!

STOP UE MAKING ME CRY this is so swret i love being thought of or being in peoples minds i am bawling :((((

[flightofaqrow]

[hair]

physical features ** accepting @lacrimcrum and @eiiskonigin asked: [hair] because they know my weaknesses and enable me like the sweetest enablers, and what do u mean Winter helped him preen.

first things first, if you read nothing else, know this:

qrow identifies as human, but he is also a shapeshifter, and a long-term by-product of this magic is that functionally he has become a faunus. in his mid-twenties he developed a uropygial (preening) gland at the base of his skull, and the hair on his head started acting like feathers.

he still has human strands of hair. if you touch it, it feels the same, parts the same way to comb through it, sheds the same way, is going gray the same way, but it behaves like feathers. it lies on his head in feathered pieces and parts and layers and patterns, and the strands of those parts move together like feathers. they shift over each other, they bounce, they slide back into place if you try to pull them apart or style them differently, and yes,

they floof up if he gets startled or excited.

the way his 'feathers' shift in the wind (or, don't, as above) also lets it 'talk to him.' bird instincts might kick in about happenings within a certain radius or weather changes.

the oil gland means he has to preen or he will be miserable. his scalp and hair will be extra oily in some places and extra dry in others, acne, dandruff, the works. especially during molt seasons. if he does keep up with it, and you can catch it in the right light, you might notice a deep burgundy, opalescent sheen.

Bartholomew Oobleck, as a hummingbird faunus with similar traits, first recognized this and taught him how to take care of it.

it also means water/rain will bead off of it, giving him some weather resistance. it takes extra time and some friction in the shower to get it to saturate before it finally falls out of style and he can wash it like normal hair.

this is the part he often worries people will catch on to, if he's out in the rain or sharing a shower with someone. strangely enough, people don't really notice things they don't expect. or they rationalize it away. qrow's character designer said that they didn't want him to look like he gives too much of a damn. rwby chibi Tai said, mocking qrow, 'look at my messy hair that i spend an hour every day styling.' i trust the designer more. qrow's hair does that on its own and Tai doesn't have a clue, because he doesn't realize there's been a change from the messy mane qrow he first met.

how else do you spend an entire day out in the rain and still have perfect hair? products could never.

(did anything like this happen to Raven? he doesn't know, these things started showing up after she left. but the bird-like movements she has in vol 4 seem to suggest so.)

(the only time he thinks about his faunus-ness is when he sees a sign prohibiting entry of them, and can mentally, well, flip it the bird, since he's human on paper and passes enough to get away with going wherever he wants.)

okay, onto the full story:

qrow grew up with the typical unruly black Branwen mane, though more manageable since he kept it short. it was shaggier and unstyled when he started at Beacon, curling both around and away from his neck and ears with lots of cowlicks.

he cut it shorter, a more 'polished' look, once he returned to beacon for second year, following his first summer back with the Branwen tribe. this was a private and personal shift, a symbol of not wanting to do that back and forth ever again, a cutting of ties from the tribe and desire to fit in with more 'sophisticated' and 'professional' society.

it slowly grew into its current style after receiving his magic. it used to be a cottony kind of soft, but became more slippery and silky. it fluffed out, found it's pieces, and formed into that point on the back of his head, around the gland. he couldn't change it anymore, no matter how much he tried. it wouldn't grow any longer. it wouldn't hold a different style. he could cut it, but it would return rather quickly to what it was before, or change right back as soon as he shifted in and out of his real feathers.

at least preening became the only maintenance he had to worry about.

he never really had the genes for a full thickness beard, though he could have tried before his magic. but he kept clean-shaven until then. ever since, his facial hair isn't feathers, but similarly became resistant to change, even when he got away from a lot of self-care. he has his jawline beard and that's all he can grow. it's sparse, but the hairs are long enough to be soft, stringy things, most of the time. he does have to keep up around the inner edges and his upper lip or he will get some scratchy stubble. he will use literally anything that's around for this. modern razor, safety razor, cutthroat razor, dagger, clean edge utility knife, y'know. bandit life taught him to use all manner of blades. chronic babyface. old man nose and ear hair hasn't noticeably caught up to him yet, but in the future who knows.

his body hair follows this same pattern, stringy, soft, present, but not in bushes. he has chest hair, thickest in the middle of his chest and thinning out over his pectorals, and down to a line which connects to his lower belly and a happy trail which again is thick in the center and spreads and thins out across the front of his abdomen. every day, average arrangement of armpit and pubic hair. all black, all beginning to gray in current timeline.

[catboygretzky]

i feel like mcdavid would be very frustrated and in a hurry while breastfeeding and that would not create a soothing, loving snd encouraging atmosphere in the locker room. don't get me wrong, i feel like even sid would not be loving after a loss, but he just seems like he would pet your hair while telling you everything you need to do better.

also do we think the alternates take part in feeding the team or are they just there to organise feeding schedules and look after the captain?

mcdavid just doesn't have the nurturing touch???? maybe he'll learn! but it's been what, 6 years? 7?? and he hasn't yet. and it's counter productive.

sid understands that even if he wants to cut the team off bc they're losing they need the nutrients and support and a good ol suckles!!!!

also considering there are.......6?? i think? teams without captains??? the alternates are getting their milkers out in those rooms, even if it like anaheim or philly isn't very successful. i think some captains need the help in different ways.

also there are players like brady tkachuk who gives the vibes of sucking for work AND pleasure

[lovmura]

Hi girlie, I'm a huge fan of your art! Truly stunning to see someone draw POCs in such an accurate yet cute way 🥲 was just wondering if you have an estimate right now of when you'll open your commissions again? I would love to commission you in the future, but of course don't wanna add to any other stressors you might have in life right now. Wishing you the best!

hihiiiii! 💗💗💗 currently 3 comms left in my queue so it should be pretty soon!

[chiisana-lion]

[cowgirls-blues]

They're turning a new feather!

@quiddie ACOFAF 2 when???

[hyolks]

hey wait why are there only short people at this drive in

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[aterfish]

Good thing it was a short spin

[jesncin]

Two FAce Attorney for DC Gotcha for Gaza! (prompts closed!) Okay the prompt was just to draw Two Face but I've had this joke in my mind for so long that I had to draw it heheh

[pinkhairswagtourney]

while you're here , please consider helping a disabled trans lesbian survive this winter by donating or boosting this post . thank you for reading !!!

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.