#Anais is so cute

[dolleholic]

Headcanons for being Anais' (The Amazing World of Gumball) best friend? (Child reader)

꒰ 🥛 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ANAIS / CHILD READER

( TYSM Anon!! I’m very happy to be giving you some headcanons for this!! I bet it’s really fun )

;; Y/N is a human in this, and is the same age as Anais! ;;

Introductions!~ ;;

— You guys met at school, as you were the new kid

— yes, you were the second probably 6 or 7 year old to make it into middle school. Like Anais.

— And, out of coincidence, you both had the same science class with Mr Smalls.

— You gave her some side glances and she gave you some side glances.

— you guys didn’t even talk or wave to each-other. It was just glances..

— You and Anais were paired up in a science class due to ‘how similar you both are’.

— Yet, you guys didn’t get along.. like.. at all

— sure, you both were very smart, but you both had different chemical properties and reactions. Yet, you both did it right.

— that caused a big argument, really. “how did this happen?! We both did it right!” “No you didn’t! You probably added more salt!”

— You guys sort of got physical too.. but you both are very weak.

— The next day, you told the teacher on why you both had different types of reactions— turns out, you both were wrong

— You both were using regular kitchen salt. You guys had to use Pink/Himalayan Salt

“ohhhh”

— You both turned to each-other, embarrassed and worried

“I’m sorry we got into a fight.. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” “I’m sorry too, can we be friends?..” “.. yeah.”

— It hung off from there, and Anais was very excited. She’s never had a friend before!

— Anais was practically stuck to your hip, going everywhere you went and asked if you were okay with it.

— of course you were okay with it! You didn’t have many friends either, so it was relatively a match made in heaven (platonically)

Head-canons!~ ;;

— Anais helps you a lot with work or homework you struggle with! She’s the best teacher

— you help her with bullies and other issues she might have, so you’re the best protector!

— You guys probably get in a ton of fights, but you always make up afterwards

— If course you guys play with dolls, but it’s always interrupted with Her brothers barging in and adding on with their part of the story

“princess daisy! I-I’m so sorry!” “No, it is quite alright. You had no ide-“ “JOHN CENA-“

— You tell her mom about it :)

— One time you guys were on a play date and Anais lost her plush, so you guys ran around the park to find it. Pretty cool adventure!

— you guys probably like to stay out of trouble, and when you guys do get in trouble.. you tell her brothers.

— Her brothers probably interrogated you to see if you had any evil plans with their sister.. D’aww!

“why are you here and why are you with our sister?!” “To.. have a playdate?” “LIAR-“

— I like to think when it’s just Anais and you, you guys write bad words into a book Anais keeps. But it’s words like ‘Piss’ and ‘Booty hole’

— Like- you guys are on her bed on your stomachs as you guys giggle and wiggle your feet as you write in a big glittery pen ‘PISS’

— I think you like to play dress up.. it’s a cute thought tbh and it’s most likely Nicole and richards clothing

— Nicole treats you like her own btw

— it’s up to you to decide if that’s good or not

— Same with richard

— Overall, Anais is a very smart and fun little girl! Treat her right, or you’ll face the pain of her brothers!

[booasaur]

wtFOCK - 7x01

[starshapedoasis]

[amberpriceenthusiast]

“Stop laughing at your father, he tries very hard”

[nbvcx12]

Just because you don't drink doesn't mean that you're a saint (translation)

[sicksadsam]

Gene and Anais on Instagram today…

[kotekling]

i haven't doodled gumball in a while so here's some drawings based on their outfits from the fairy tale trouble comic

[trialiyah]

Happy anais! Wish we could to see more of her

[allfortheslay25]

Will you be doing more April and Anais fanart.

They're so cute! I also love your art!!

I missed the Miniyards too ngl so here’s them with their uncle Kitty (Andrew)

(Ps I did not draw the background I’m too lazy for that shit)

[novemberheart]

{Overview} Your pack is gone again. You have to go through an emergency alone

{warnings} fem reader, poly 141 x reader, a/b/o dynamics, chapter story, panic attacks, trouble breathing, some emotional angst, a cute golden retriever

Chapter 34 <- Chapter 35 -> Chapter 36

The leaves were starting to change. The hot dry weather you so hated was beginning to shift as well.

“You play this song too much,” Anais whined, reaching for the phone in your hand. You made no move to stop her, rolling your eyes playfully. It was nearly your stop anyways. A gust of air left the bus as it screeched to a halt, you and Anais shooting up out of your seats. Anais took the earbud out of her ear, passing it back to you. You and Anais worked your way down the street, dodging puddles and people with low self awareness. Jane opened the door for the two of you. “Could’ve texted us you were already here. We waited outside your door for ten minutes,” Anais chided, shedding off her scarf and coat. You followed suit.

“Was like three minutes Anais,” you chuckled, patting Jane on the arm. Jane remained silent, a small quirk in her lips as she disappeared into the back again.

“You heard anything from your pack?” Jane called.

“No,” you sighed, flicking the oven dial on. Your pack had been gone for three weeks. You haven't heard from them since they left. It was the longest you’ve gone without speaking to them. You ran your knuckles over the two marks engraved against your skin, your heart thrumming painfully in your chest. “They’re fine though,” you insisted.

“Course they are,” Jane and Anais said in unison.

“I’m going to get started on the frosting,” Anais spoke. “How about you start planning next week's menu. You’re much more creative than we are,” Anais added. Jane nodded her head in agreement.

Ten minutes before the bakery opened a line started to form. You were thankful you had a busy job to keep your mind off of your pack. Yet it wasn’t completely unavoidable. The smell of cinnamon reminded you of Johnny. The leather chairs reminded you of Simon. Anytime someone came in with a hat on it reminded you of Kyle. The sound of coffee brewing reminded you of John.

The work day was nearly over before you knew it.

“I’ll run and get us some sandwiches from down the street,” Anais offered.

“I’ll go with you. You always forget I hate pickles,” Jane huffed. They turned to look, and you offered them a small smile.

“I’ll finish cleaning up. You two go ahead,” you assured with a wave of your hand.

“If you’re sure,”

“Stay out of trouble please,” Anais nearly begged, making you giggle. Your smile dropped as soon as they left, the numbness returning to your body. Your fingers ran over the marks on your neck again. It had become a habit now. It made you feel something. A reminder that you weren't alone. You belonged to a pack. Even if that pack was halfway across the globe. You couldn't say that with complete confidence. For all you knew they were a few cities over on a mission. That would be a tough pill to swallow. Them being so close yet so far.

You huffed as a familiar fever resettled over your skin. That had also become a habit. You dug in your bag for a bottle of fever reducers. You used to hate pills. Now they are the only thing keeping you feeling semi-normal.

“Fever again?” You jumped at the voice behind you. “Sorry,” he apologized, holding his hand up defensively.

“It’s alright Mr. Avery,” you chuckled. He gave you a slightly worried smile, the back of his hand resting against your forehead.

“My daughter gets fevers when she's upset too,” he sighed. “They can be tiring. If you need extra breaks let me know,” he pressed. Your eyes welled up and before you could stop yourself you wrapped your arms around his soft middle.

“I just miss my pack,” you whined. His hand rested on your back, rubbing soothing circles against your sweater.

“I know, hon,” he sighed sadly. “Can only imagine how much they miss you too,” he added. They better miss you. It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one walking around with a hole in your heart. Mr. Avery rubbed your back til the tears died down, projecting the warm scent of alpha that you so dearly missed. You were lucky he was so understanding.

“Thank you,” you sniffled, working up the courage to pull away. “You should get an award for being the best boss,” you tried to chuckle. His lips quirked.

“As long as you and the girls think I am- that's all I need,” he smiled. ”Lets get some food in you and I’ll drive you girls back to base,” he recommended, already guiding you to one of the plush chairs.

Maybe the smell of leather would do you some good.

Something wasn't right.

Your fever had yet to die down, instead, it spread throughout your whole body. You felt sick, half of your body clinging to the toilet yet nothing could come up. Your vision was spotty, your limbs heavy.

The only thing you could think of was the distance between you and your alphas. That had to be it right? You were going through withdrawals. You trudged your way to Simon's closet, grabbing one of the last items of clothing and holding it to your nose.

It didn't help.

Nothing did.

No amount of scent from your pack was easing the sickness. It was close to early morning now and your eyes had yet to close for more than a second.

You had to get help.

You threw on some scent blockers to cover the smell of sour lemons. You had to be fast. You couldn't be caught wandering around base while it was so dark. You were in no condition to fight back either.

You grabbed Vernie’s leash, attaching it to her collar. You didn't- couldn't go alone. The two of you stayed close to the buildings- for cover and support.

The medical center felt further away than it ever had. Every step felt like a race against the clock. You thought back to your nightmare about Kyle. The feeling of walking yet going nowhere. You had half a mind to scream in frustration.

The lights were blinding, making your already fragile head spin on its axis.

“I need an omega specialist,” you panted. The cold counter felt good against your heated hands. Vernie wormed herself in your grasp, her chilled nose pressing against your cheek in an attempt to comfort you.

“I can take you sweetheart,” a soft woman wearing pink scrubs quickly held your arm. Her chocolate eyes scanned up and down nervously, her eyes connected with the receptionist. They spoke to each other without uttering a word. The receptionist quickly getting on the phone. “How long have you been sick, baby?” the nurse asked, leading you down the hall.

“Since my pack left,” you wheezed. Tears were already rolling down your cheek. “It’s really bad tonight,” you explained, using your fists to wipe away the tears Vernie didn't lick away.

“I can tell, baby. I can tell,” she soothed. She led you to a small room, guiding you to an examining chair. “How about I stay with you till the doctor gets here?”

“Please,” you begged.

“How long has your pack been away?” she questioned, pressing a cold towel against your forehead. It just reminded you of Simon, your sobs increasing in volume and intensity.

“I want my pack,” you sobbed, gasping for a breath. You couldn't breathe. No matter how hard you tried it was like the air couldn't reach your lungs.

“Easy,” she tried to soothe. It didn't work. You didn't know her. You needed your pack.

“I want my pack,” you repeated. It was barely a whisper, your words getting caught on a gasp.

You couldn't breathe.

“Breathe for me, sweetheart. Your pack wouldn't want anything to happen to you would they?” she continued, her hands resting on your shoulders.

If they didn't want anything to happen to you they would be back by now. They would've called. They would've had Laswell reach out to you. Something. Anything.

Maybe if you passed out that would get their attention. They would have to notify your alphas right? Just the thought made it easier to breathe- unfortunately. It would've been easier to sleep through everything. Wake up to your alphas and betas fussing over you.

Your lungs accepted the newfound air greedily.

“That’s it,” the nurse smiled softly. Her fingers brushed the wet hair out of your face and she guided you back against the seat. You held Vernie to your chest, her heart rate nearly as fast as yours.

A loud knock echoed throughout the room, the door slowly opening to reveal a doctor. He was a tall, slender man. You were only supposed to have female doctors. His eyes softened when they saw you.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Harrelson. I know in your file it says your alphas requested that you have female doctors, but I'm the only omega specialist on duty this morning,” his voice was soft with a beautiful lilt in it. “How do you feel about that?” he asked softly. You didn't care anymore. It wasn't like your pack really cared either. If they did, they would’ve tried to reach out to you.

“I’m fine with that,” you panted.

“Alright then. Let’s figure out what's going on with you, pup.”

You expected the nickname to throw you back into a spiral, yet, your breathing just steadied further.

Should be your alpha speaking those words to you.

Your stomach turned in bitterness.

“Her pack has been gone. Withdrawals, maybe?” the nurse offered. You were thankful for that, breathing being the priority for you. The doctor nodded his head in agreement, his brows furrowing as he looked you over.

“When did your symptoms start to become extreme?” he asked.

“The past few hours,” you explained.

“Can you describe them to me? Your symptoms.”

“Fever- I get those often though, sweating, heaviness in my body, nausea, dizziness, my heart won't slow down,” you rattled.

“Nausea and rapid heartbeats?” he questioned. He stood on his feet, resting his stethoscope in the center of your chest. “Those aren't usual symptoms of pack withdrawals,” he said slowly. “You are beating quite fast. It‘s been like this for how long?”

“The past hour,” you breathed.

“Have you started any new medication lately?”

“Camilcotazine,” you responded. He shook his head again.

“That wouldn't cause this,” he sighed. “Have you had any injections, piercings, or trackers placed into you recently,”

“I have a tracker but it’s been months since that's been put in,” you explained.

“Well, I'd like to run some tests. I think you may have something in your bloodstream. Maybe you accidently got poked by a rusty nail or something. Are you okay with that?” he asked.

Could you say no?

The initial fear had worn off.

Now you were just fatigued and irate. You didn't bother to ask if anyone was contacting your pack.

Would they even be able to get in touch with them?

If they were, what would your pack do?

Would they send someone back to be with you?

Even in your anger you believed they would.

You could imagine Johnny getting on a helicopter now, a mean snarl on his face at the thought of you going through this alone. You could smell the saltiness that would flow from Kyle at the state of you.

You didn't even want to think about your alphas.

You had more faith in your betas coming to your aid than your alphas.

The thought burned you further.

There was a knock on the door.

“Alright,” Dr. Harrelson sighed. He sat on his stool rolling closer to you. “Are you aware of a tracking device in your leg?”

The room went silent.

Dr. Harrelson’s face scrunched at your reaction.

“It’s very old. My guess would be about 7 to 9 years,” he continued. Not that you could hear him clearly. Your heart thrummed in your ears, your hospital gown clinging to you from how much you were sweating.

“I didn't know,” you replied shakily.

“Well it's an absorbable one- meaning after a few years it should've dissolved into your bloodstream. Yours hasn't. Your body is rejecting it,” he explained, pushing his glasses further up his nose. “We’ll need to remove it immediately. It'll be a small incision, one that likely won't even leave a scar. You won't even need to be put under, just some light anesthetic,”

“That's fine,” you responded immediately. You needed it out. Physically and mentally. You weren't in the corrected headspace to even think about who would do such a thing.

“Let's get started then.”

Hi friends! 👋Hope you enjoyed this next chapter and the first Chapter of section 2!!!! Lots of love and I’ll see you in three days for chapter 36! That's crazy!!!🧡

SERIES MASTERLIST

[patchworkplant]

Hello! I love your artstyle and its very cute!! I love the colors you pick and everything:3 can you draw gumball anais and darwin together where they are all happy? I would love to see how anais would look in your style :D ( if you want to )

Thank u!! I love this trio sm I just hate translating tawog art into my own style 😞🙏 but this one was actually fun to do and pose them together so thank u for requesting it :^))

If yall wanna see anything else don't hesitate to sent me a request and I'll get round to it as soon as possible ! (though I'm balancing school and 2 jobs so I'm sorry if it takes a while 😭)

[trialiyah]

THATS SO CUTEEEEEE

Slowly getting back to working on my stuff after convalescence.

[blueopinions49]

Enneagram 5 Subtype Explained

The Social 5 "Totem"

The SO5 is the most assertive and ambitious of the enneagram 5. This subtype combines the desire of E5 (knowledge and understanding) and the social drive to create and share knowledge. They find great importance In the power of knowledge. Usually having a hyper fixed desire on what is true and logistically correct. John Lukovich describes them as having a "promethean calling" which I think is probably the most accurate of this subtype. Due to their desire to share their obtained knowledge.

Characters: Tim Drake, V , Petyr Baelish, Lara Croft, Jane, Sherlock Holmes, Elizabeth Shawe and Lady Jessica.

The Self Preservation 5 "Castle"

The SP 5 looks to fulfill their desire for knowledge and understanding through gaining insight on their specific interest. The 5 have this 9ish quality to them in the sense that the desire to create an environment that makes them comfortable. However unlike the 9 the sp5 does it in order to maxine efficiency in their interest. This subtype maybe the most social awkward of the enneagram. I personally would attribute curiosity as their defining characteristic. Usually this subtype looks like a typical 5 (quite and reserved) however they can also look like 9s due their introverted and constant narcotization.

Characters: Alice, Sister Sage, Walter White, L, Stanford Pines, Daria, Velma Dinkly and Bruce Banner

The Sexual 5 "Trust"

As the counter type of E5 this subtype looks to find a personal other through the sharing of interest and insight. This subtype subverts the usual conventions of the E5 by being focused on emotional desire. However they are stick an E5 so the struggle of them being a rejection type is still there. They go about fulfilling their core desire by finding a significant other that holds their exact same interest. Similar to the E4 they portray an image of somebody who us deeply interesting however unlike the E4 its not an image but a reality of the subjects interest and desires.

Characters: Simon Petrikov, Johan Liebert, Mr. Darcy, Marianne Sheridan, Sapphire ,Anais Watterson, Alan Wake, The Vampire Armand

Note: Bruce Banner is the character I am technically typing here not the The Hulk but I couldn't find cute Bruce Banner pics from the comics.

[melancholicstation]

BOSS!BOBBY KENNEDY AND SECRETARY!READER HEADCANONS

taglist: @remotewatch @bloxholden35 @kennediva @h-l-v-kennedy-blog @h-l-vlovesvintage @absurdlyvintage @chemicalw0rld @fortheloveofjos @kimcrystal123 @astro-vibes-bro @tsloverr-13

warnings: 18+, smut, sleazy yet pathetic boss!bobby you can't help but love, bobby being a service top, and workplace s*x.

words: 1159

i imagine your meet cute to be that he saw you around the department of justice and advertised a secretarial position in the hopes that you’d apply 😭

would try to act normal at first as your boss but would increasingly get more and more desperate for you

abandons the pile of work he has on his desk to bring tea and cakes to your desk ( much like a momma bird brings home food for her babies cause he’s WEIRD like that )

has a problem with not meeting your eye for a solid couple of weeks because he doesn’t want to look like a pervert preying on his younger secretary

but your kind of into it so you tell him that…

his other employees are so confused at how many raises/christmas bonuses you keep getting when you literally spend your work week sitting on the edge of bobby’s desk chatting to him and watercoloring paintings of ballerina’s at your desk

and then turning the paintings into bobby for his praise (bobby would have a praise-giving kink let’s talk about it!) to which he would proudly display them in his office like this:

secretary!readers would be such a bad influence on his work ethic like he’s such a lover boy/wannabe house husband

you have to make the first move because lord knows bobby is respectful enough to not initiate anything

is REALLY into spanking. like a freak amount.

you take him into a s*x shop with paddles and handcuffs just to watch him blush with 0 intent to buy anything

you leave the shop together but bobby makes some excuse to cut your impromptu date short claiming that he got an important call

you find out the true reason when you arrive the next morning to find a very inconspicuous box lying at the foot of your desk wrapped in a green velvet ribbon. you open the box to find paddles, whips, and cuffs ( in sterling TIFFANY silver no less )

likes to make love to you with your knees pressed to your chest on the rug of his office

is totally turned on by the voyeurism added factor of having a workplace relationship and makes a game out of how much he can piss of the old curmudgeon’s that he works for in the justice department

when bobby can’t be with you for whatever reason ( like having an aspiring president for a brother ), you watch the jimmy hoofa hearing on your personal sony television set with your hands inside your jersey boy shorts and once bobby knows he teases you ALL DAY about it (authors note: HE LOOKED GOOD AS HELL IN THOSE MEETINGS WHY LIE?)

you ♥️ to hang onto bobby’s tie when he’s f*cking you cause why not

loves to quote anais nïn erotic passages and pass him notes over his desk… acting like it’s serious business. specifically these ones:

you offhandedly try to baby trap bobby (LIKE THE PERVERTED WOMEN YOU ARE) and think your being so sneaky about it but in reality he caught on immediately and is equally into it

bobby just ADORES to crudely touch and play with fruits that look like a certain female anatomy and give them to you with a look like this

you get mad when Bobby leaves you to do LIFE-SUSTAINING things without you like going to the bathroom, eating etc.

your both so obsessed with each other and feel the need to consume every single thing the other has as a means of fostering a deeper connection

is often thought of as the weaker brother so over compensates in the bedroom by adopting a more dominant lean

punishes you for managerial mistakes like using the wrong stamps, or accidentally sending a letter to the wrong person by waiting till everyone in the office has left and spanks your mound, making you count each and every one

but then makes it up to you by assuring you that’s he’s not mad just disappointed while giving your hair many many scratches upon the head

you fake a fever and call in sick to get bobby’s attention, and you make a miraculous recovery after Bobby’s frustrated voice travels through the landline stating ‘that he’ll be coming over to “sort you out before the day’s done”’

when bobby comes down with the occasional fever he turns into the cutest boy in all of massachusetts! ( as if he wasn’t already ) and sucks on your thumb to go to sleep ( you think it’s weird but your also dedicated to whatever makes him feel better )

you and him decide to visit his sister’s house pat to see her and peter’s new baby while your ovulating… big mistake huge

bobby’s cuddling and holding the new beau and suddenly you’re telling him to give it to you raw the same night

he loves to use your shampoo since he’s hasn’t bought haircare items since never and then people start to say that he smells exactly as you do… way to be discreet

you’re such a messy eater with all your foods and without regard to anyone around you/or the vibe of the event you always demand that bobby likes the remnants off your hand. originally it was a purely utilitarian act as you hate the feeling of sticky hands but you quickly realise that it turns both of you on…

bobby would love to cook, clean and manage the household despite holding down a stereotypically masculine job. he regards you in such high (pseudo-religious) devotion that he wouldn’t dream of making you perform traditional tasks unless you explicitly expressed an interest in it

a huge gossiper and VERY interested in whatever morsels you have on the socialites of massachusetts elite class ( which you only have contact through bobby )

would always take the chance to walk you to and from the office

once he takes you to his favourite church that’s when you know your both in it for the long haul and he is well and truly committed

c*ms from eating your out ( he a munch )

he cries while he c*ms occasionally

he loves to walk around naked ( like please have some decorum )

constantly rips your tights and condescendingly tells you that he’ll buy you some more

you buy lots of little rfk pins from the local pop-up and COVER your bralette in them to the point where the bra is barely showing and then splay yourself out on his bed sheets waiting for him to come home…

you don’t answer his calls cause you fell asleep early and he nearly throws up in worry because he’s a true yearner boy unlike some...

[jamethinks]

Progress Designs of the Desmonds

Back at it again with another long ass post about the Desmonds. This time we're talking about their actual features because I'm seeing a lot of comparisons so I must share my piece as it's my duty 🙏🏾

*Donovan jumpscare* had to take the photo down while I write this lmao go away man.

Based on character introductions and background information, I think it's safe to assume Donovan was the first one to be designed. The obvious goal was to create a cartoonishly ugly man to portray the primary antagonist. And I must say, wonderful job. That man is just absolutely repulsive to look at. His design reminds me heavily of the Frankenstein monster, from the pale skin to the grey streak and the weird stitches on the sides of his head. His big bulging eyes make him such an unnerving presence, I can always feel him looking at me. That one panel of him with baby Demetrius with hair on his head and a soul in his body is very interesting to me. It's like he lost all life over his time as prime minister (or having to deal with Damian who knows). I also love how his design doesn't lean too much into Jewish stereotypes (aside from that massive nose). A bit refreshing in the grand scheme of things.

The next would obviously be the wonderful Damian. As always, I have no proof of this claim but istg at some point, it was said that Damian was to look more like his dad, but they changed it to make his character more approachable. Makes it even funnier to think of how he looks nothing like his father, like he really had to rework that one lmao. Damian is obviously very stunning, unlike his hideous father, which makes good contrast. His most stand out feature are his slanted downturned eyes, the use of straight edges give him a sharper look making him appear more mature than his peers and direct opposes Anay big fucking googly eyes. But also gives him a permanent slightly sad look which kinda sells how depressing his life is.

Naturally, when you have a child that looks nothing like one parent, they have to be a carbon copy of the other one. And so we get Melinda aka Damian if he was a middle-aged woman. Melinda has a very mature and sophisticated appearance, very similar to her son. Her downturned eyes again give her a sharp appearance with a hint of sadness. Much like her son, she's very distant from her husband and clearly doesn't like the position she's in. There isn't much to be said about her since most of her design borrows heavily from Damian so I would just be repeating myself. Anyways, I love when mothers get to have their Reese Witherspoon moment. When daughters are one to one clones of their mothers a fairy is born ✨️

Lastly, we have probably my favorite design of all the Desmonds. Our dearly beloved, Demetrius. He is the epitome of storytelling through design. It's very rare for characters to look like an actual blend of their parents. Most of the time, they would just pick the patent they're most similar to or different for contrast. In the case of Demetrius, however, effort was put into perfectly merging both of his parents to really make a son. He fits perfectly into the family, blending in put and standing. His long body with slick back hair makes him look so scary and daunting. His eyes are round but not scary like Donovan's or cute like Anya but just vacant. Truly head empty, no thoughts. Such an ironic appearance for such a brilliant child. He reminds me a bit of an owl, notorious symbols for intelligence despite being complete dumbasses. He has a very round appearance, which makes for nice contrast (that's the only word I know apparently) for his sharp attitude. He doesn't have the same sadness and his mother and brother but a sort of exhaustion and dissociation that's somehow even sadder.

It's amazing how many beautiful and intricately designed characters spawned from such a horrific disgusting repulsive nerve-wracking nauseating man. Like Donovan is truly one of the ugliest things I've ever seen. An exception job at creating something so utterly grotesque and revolting. Really he looks like a rotting corpse how to Melinda manage to fuck him TWICE? Jesus she's the strongest character here man fuck Yor.

Anyways, if you made it this far, here are some bonus notes on character designs in sxf

From what I can remember, Anya is the only other main character with large round eyes. I guess the evidence to the whole telepathy theory

Anya is also one of my favourite character designs. Her pins remind me of Kasumi from bang dream and to a much lesser extent Batman. She's a star and a cat

Nightfall was designed to be the absolute opposite of Yor from her physical characteristics to her personality and even alliance. It makes extra cunt (that's a double entendre)

Franky is my least favorite character design but I can't hare him too much bc he looks Jewish like that guy from glee

Bond has the worst character design simply because his paws are biologically impossible, and his ears do no match any dog breed I can find. How dare you make me use my imagination

Although Yor is supposed to be white (kinda), she has the appearance of a traditional Japanese woman with the long black hair, pale skin, soft voice, and love for red. This helps signal a warm and ideal female character, perfect for the female lead and main love interest

Loid's blonde hair and blue eyes give him a rather effeminate appearance, but discussing that implication further would require a crash course in race science. For now just picture him dying his hair every few weeks

To this day I don't get why Martha cut her hair. She ate but still

Henry has a massive forehead, and it scares me. Rihanna what are you doing here. He'd another well designed characters who's role in the story is clear just by looking at him. Love the depth added with the backstory to his monocle 🧐

And underrated character design to me is Mrs Schlag. She looks like a bulldog, which is such a great detail. Bulldogs are known for being nanny dogs but also extremely aggressive. A great fit for the signature, miserable old lady teacher who you have such a love-hate relationship with

How many gay men do you think went to the Berlint General Hospital Psych ward to he treated for homosexual tendencies only be so gagged by Fiona's lethal Bob that they immediately get released because the uneducated heterosexual doctors confuses their gag-ment for attraction? How many twinks have been saved from conversion therapy because of that bob? Troye Sivan owes her his life and career

I think Sharon is the hottest of the office ladies. Idk she's so mad men coded I need her to burn me with that cigarette

Bonus: I was starting to run out of words to describe Donovan

Also:

If you made it this far, have a wet Bond for all your troubles

[goblin-a-gogo]

AGHHH THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! This is like rocket science to them lol 🤣🤣

I drew anais again…but this time with people

Misty (girl on the left) belongs to @lyalyagushkina

Lasagna (girl on the right) belongs to @goblin-a-gogo

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