#Hapsburgs chin

[nina76trema]

After surgery diary #1

Yesterday morning my lower jaw was broken and put back together, slightly longer. On the consent form I signed, the procedure is reported as Bilateral Saggital Split Osteotomy. After this, the anaesthetist thought it would be nice to put down something more understandable and added the crude but effective: bottom jaw forward.

I hear it as it would be said by a Dalek: bottom - jaw - forward!

All this was done to... EXTERMINATE! a dentofacial malocclusion.

To all the people in my life who asked me why I am doing this, why I am putting myself through the ordeal of upper and lower braces for 14 months + surgery + more braces + possibly a retainer at 46 years of age, I said that I want to be finally able to bite for real, to chew correctly, and to save my teeth and gums from the increased risk of cavities and diseases that comes with crooked teeth. All this is true.

What I don't say, is that I want the ability to smile with no shame.

I want to be able to smile with all my face and all my heart. Therapy is not enough, I need to cancel the shame of my childhood from my face too. It is not lost on me that after this I will resemble my mother less. If I had a better reason to do it, I will change my nose as well.

I will be happy enough with the mouth. This mouth that I am liberating. This mouth that I am reshaping with my money, my will, and my pain.

Today, is mostly pain. And ugliness. I'd never been so ugly in my life! I have no bruises or wounds but I am swollen like a rain frog. I wanted the open smile of a character from a short story by Fuyumi Soryo (A Strange Gene, from the collection Taiyou no Ijiwaru. Read it! It's great!) but what I got is...

Now I need the right collar to go with the aristocratic jaw. Amazon? Etsy?

[jasonyell]

Theo has something to show Max.

I wanted to try drawing one of my characters realistically again, so i chose Theo this time around.

[papercrane]

one celeb crush i dont get is timothee chalamet. that man is one of the ugliest and most frightening i’ve ever seen why is he known for sexiness. am i insane

[seaworthee]

really hope they touch on nettles not being a targ in hotd. could you imagine if the people of westeros found out a non-targ tamed a fucking dragon? chaos

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

So the Hapsburgs are known for their cousin-cousin uncle-niece etc marriages. But is the "Hapsburg chin" really a thing, or are we just being mean in the modern era?

Ok, so a couple of things:

First, I work on the nineteenth and early twentieth century Habsburgs, who are after Maria Theresa's genetic diversity introducing marriage. So they look more like this:

They are definitely not what we think of when we talk about the "Habsburg chin." That was an early modern thing.

Secondly, did it exist in the early modern period? I'll direct you to this picture of a bust that I took in Vienna two summers ago

I'm pretty sure it's Leopold I, though I admittedly didn't take a picture of the label.

So, yeah, that was a real thing. It's a prominent underbite.

But as a final point, it does frustrate me a bit that this family ruled one of the biggest empires in Europe for centuries and yet what people know is just the incest chin thing. Honestly, most--if not all-- royal families were very....let's call it "genetic diversity challenged."

Don't forget that Victoria, Isabella of Castille, and Elizabeth II all married their cousins too.

[play-now-my-lord]

There is an unbelievable amount of inaccurate lore about your friend Frog K, so let me set the record straight:

I am not an inbred Hapsburg prince, as my chin should testify

I never ran a guy off the road into a school for having Alaska plates to "teach his ass how it's done in the lower 48". While this reflects my feelings on the matter, the simple fact is that I don't know how to drive

My fursona is a golden retriever, not the novel coronavirus, and I have never claimed otherwise

I do suck a mean dick but I never won a tournament about it, as this would require at minimum extensive training that is not within my budget

I have no idea who would purchase an E.T. the Extraterrestrial licensed fleshlight mount but I can promise I have not and will not

[boyakishantrinity]

Wrote this crack pot of a one shot. Half of it written.

It took all of. Ten minutes, for guns to be drawn. The alien freezing as the new crewmember to Dolpina under Captain Ursa sat calmly amongst the human criminals. A crime pin, a legend and a straight up mythological figure. Their conversation prior flickered in this mind.

"And that's assume the fate of this world isn't already fucked."

The Galv was very quickly thrown to the floor, a black skinned human with very real looking horns closing the doors, red flickering energy emanating off the girl as she dragged the large alien by the earlobe.

Green, reptilian and somewhat humanoid. With flaps made to absorb more sound energy, thrown across the table as the figures looked to the man.

"... So what now?"

They all wore masks, accents playing through robotic tones all unique, but bland in a way it'd be impossible to decipher who the people were. Aside from the insignias on each of the three sides, the Wolves symbol easily recognisable, the new crew member and her iconic red eyes looked back at him.

Belly on the table, guns, melee weapons and eyes trained on myself.

Why can't I breathe?

The realisation started hitting me, the young human from before taking a seat, snickering at me as she remarked.

"Little man can't even breath through a four."

The nearby figures giggled, the masked woman. Triage, I believe, tilting her head. Before snapping her fingers. Not even correctly, half a noise of a click, but the people around the room snapped to attention.

"Out."

And immediately, the figures vanished, melting into the shadows, the light, jumping up or vanishing in a flicker of light. Scratching her chin, she looked to the man beside her.

"Now, what shall we do with him?"

Another woman. Triage? Walked out, sword in hand as she walked in.

"... Trini, I say we kill him."

Lowering the sword. Rearing back as she prepared to strike. The room remained tense, his body heaving in the air, the very matter. The energy. Something was between it, thick enough he could feel the difference between matter and energy, something was between the two.

Not only that, the figures here could. They could.

The green alien started shaking, looking around as he tried to help himself to his feet. The table opened up, lowering himself until he stood in the middle, nanites forming a cage around him, vibrating hard enough his signal flickered. Vanishing and appearing giving us time.

The shadows surrounded his vision, looking around, as the legendary man appeared beside him.

"Who the hell are you, and why should we not kill you right now Reva Galv, high class Glavi?"

He bore no weapons, crossing his arms, armour figures appearing around the alien. Eyes examining, masked, uniform and unique.

"You- You should fear my people and their-"

"I say four days."

Another woman spoke up, more of a British accent, bitterness, cold and more than a little flirty.

"What?"

"Please. We'll need at least a month or two to not make it look THAT suspicious."

The man looked between the two, the legendary figure, an angel who'd come down in the shadows. Lit a spark that marked a new age for the dark, before fading into the night. Skin dark enough to hide within it, dark holy armour. An oxymoron of a man, standing calmly before him.

There'd been rumours, as a representative and scout of the Glavi, he'd heard whispers of each of them.

Alpha, the angel who was no force of pure good.

Then the woman, red headed, cat ears and lazing as she squat or sat. Flicking finger across the blade.

During the time of chaos, when the Knights were no longer enough of a force, a group led by what was believed to be a young woman from France rose.

"Chiennes." (One syllable, she-end without the D)

Covered by dark, rumours ranging from her being an eldritch being, to the daughter of french nobility mixed with every European magical family when the Hapsburgs were forging and empire. Records he'd found left nothing, family histories wiped clean by fire or by obscurity.

Whatever the case, she might as well have been a myth. A patron of Joan of Arc, paintings showing possible wiping of someone from history that may have been an artistic method, but there was so much Terrans lost...

"Hé, connard. Dépêchez-vous et parlez avant de vous jeter dehors."

He nearly jumped out his skin, bumping into the larger black man. Looking down with a blank expression.

Her French. It. She said it stra-

"Hurry up you bastard. Either talk, or we'll cut you open."

Scratching his back, the Galv looking around.

Zeta, Michael something or other. His last name was lost to time and frankly not even he knew what it was apparently. Not much had been around him, quiet, staying on the fringes of "the other worlds".

He'd stayed near the front line of this "pure evil", whatever it was. He couldn't unravel it, his knowledge barely reached out. Hands trembling, heart pounding as he looked around.

"You gonna talk or, do we need to start doing shit?"

If Reva could jump out his skin any more than he was, he would. His fear was bordering madness, everything was moving slow enough he had time to have thoughts, but not enough he could properly calm down and think straight.

"Are. Are you people-"

"What the hell do you think?"

Jumping down the railing, the upstairs to wherever this place was, the woman from before looking at him. Four people with similar masks looked at him.

One, flickering, light but remaining dark. He couldn't see his body, beyond understanding-

"You're not gonna be able to see him mate. Fate's up on that."

Jolting, shivering as he snapped to the man behind him. Sitting beside another person, their gender androgynous, the man drinking something. Darker, like it were absorbing the light yet shining.

And it pales to the androgynous being. Looking with a bored expression, red eyes as he snapped to attention.

"Hey, Green eyes. You deaf? The fuck you doing in this meeting?"

Reva snapped back to attention. Reality, the eight or so individuals, seven? No, the ten. Twelve.

Click.

Click.

Click.

"Jesus Christ mate, just cut his throat out already."

Snorted the British man, sitting by the wolf side of the table, leaning back as the woman raised the sabre.

"Ait, clearly this man's-"

"WAIT. Wait. I. I need a minute."

Halfway to stepping onto the table, freezing as he collected his thoughts.

I started shoving the observations aside, I had plenty of time when I was out of this. This.

This death trap. For now, focus.

"... I'm here as a scout for the Gavi empire, to pertain information before judging a testing invasion of your people. I came here on rumours of a secret meeting, now what I was not expecting."

It took a while for him to compose himself, but he pointed towards us. Or we I suppose would be proper terms. Pointing at we, determination in his eyes as he continued.

"You, Eleanor Clementine, to hold ties to people that Terrans consider a legend. A myth. And what I believe to be the Caesar of his day."

Taking deep breaths, calming himself as the auras of the four or five around the table paused. Bemused, torturous, bored and static. Excited. A mix of emotions, he couldn't quite tell which one she was feeling.

"... I'm not Miss Eleanor."

They finally stated, looking at him, sabre placed on the ground to his relief.

"My name's Triage."

He'd heard a lot of rumours, asking about this Triage individual, most people shrugged. A newcomer who'd only come into play recently, reports of her in the past under the Knights. The Bitches. And Currently a transemploymentee of the Wolves.

These groups held a variety of functions, one of the many social political groups that worked in business. A company within the shadows, with the Knights many names jumping around the modern era. Bitches appearing later as a rebellious group, reforming around the Age of Steam.

And the Wolves. Old and New, formed around the world in various senses, the current one being forged during WW3. An event key but he'd yet to be given anything about what made humanity so. Secretive firstly.

There were a lot of rumours, and looking at him. A smile on her lips as she glanced at Zeta.

"... I'm more of a Caesar than that man, y'know for hiding in the shadows you're not that sneaky?"

A smirk on her face, eyes red as she kept the stare.

"... What. What do you mean?"

Tossing him a bag, she snorted.

"You ain't using the Mercenary Guild. Didn't swear anyone on nothing, just used people's influence and connections and trusted them in good faith."

Standing, the flickering figures around her vanishing as she leaned forward to the alien.

"Shame is, that rule only applies when people can guess you're working in good faith. A third told me about your inquries, make a guess how many I needed to figure out someone was looking in our secrets?"

If he wasn't scared before, he was now.

...

No, he wasn't scared. Shocked.

"... You knew?"

Swallowing his shock, watching the small lump.

"Y'know how far out net ran before we even saw your ships off in the distance with our tech?"

He froze. The first encounter had been peculiar, after some mild radiation issues, primative technology later explained to absorb radiation like a sponge and reused into small nuclear reactors (something they'd sworn up and down to be as safe to their own people for some bizarre reason).

But they'd apparently learnt a lot during war, nothing special. But the new tech they made was downright bizarre.

With crystals from "a couple quantum accidents", an energy that worked like any other, with a perfect conversation rate on one side.

The process was, and still is, a heavily guarded secret. In fact, it were to important that the humans had declared war on multiple empires, taking hundreds of research and advancing themselves faster than anyone could've predicted.

Rapidly changing the galaxy's dynamic, all behind secrecy of humans. Anyone who had tried to betray, well.

Glancing towards the Wolves, Knights, Bitches and the woman.

It was safe to say if a human was high enough to trust you with that knowledge, if you didn't protect the secret. You'd vanish from all but memory.

"... I feel like I would be horrified if I knew."

"... Yeah. You would. You've got all the pieces to this puzzle. But you're missing a few key components, something your kind thankfully will never figure out."

Reva froze. His people were among the highest of aliens, similarly adaptive to the Terrans...

"Is it moral sense?"

A smile, shaking her head.

"Hah. As if I'd give you any hints."

[ntls-24722]

Backlog of sketchbook doodles I've had for like. [squints] 2 weeks.

Featuring: So Many Links To Old Posts!

Comet would love to be a gator in gatorland. She would love to do nothing but lay around in the sun, ravenously eat meat thrown at her, and then wrestle a guy for a crowd from time to time.

Gatorland makes a perfect segue into:

Mer-Comet! I've had the idea for awhile, but I never put it to paper. I also happened to draw this on Wednesday 2 weeks ago instead of a perfect flat fuck friday, which made it perfect to post now.

She doesn't have antennae, just lil whiskers, and her mouth also isn't perpetually open. She has sharper teeth on the inside of her mouth.

The gourd hat page, featuring: Sindeer with her stole, Lepit confusedly holding some crops, and sketches of Lionfleas. I want to tweak their design somewhat, but I'm not sure how.

Also, a member of the cult Nawi comes from, donning the two scarified stripes on her sail, wearing the same circular face makeup [slight gore warning for the link], and also having cloven tusks!

Due to the cult's family tree being a circle, a common look is the cloven tusks, which is a pathological feature rather than being simple genetic variance like our tooth gaps, which has popped up in all of the new members much like the Hapsburg chin. When Sindeer is out on her week-long treks through the wilderness, Sindeer runs into this member of the cult who mistakenly thought she was one of them (and proceeded to get chastised for not wearing the right makeup).

Misc doodles..

And coal miner comet.

I asked this question because of this doodle, lol.

Comet obviously grinds for materials in the mines, but while she's first to get netherite, she never gets an elytra, as she never really gets to the point she kills the ender dragon. This is because:

She is too busy shenaniganizing and creating all the stupid lore. She's the one behind the weird structures, the named animals and the mysterious books and messages signed under a penname.

She also isn't good at redstone but that doesn't stop her from making dumb machines.

[tricornonthecob]

I started this a month ago lol

LK 121: Symbolic Sluttington

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

Is she wearing an army ranger hat?

oh my GOD again with the yankity reins.

y'all are late to the party!

Do you think he has latent PTSD from his house burning or do you think he was too young for any lingering trauma from that.

Patriot residents of Danbury: so... uh... whatcha doin with your chimney there, bud?

tory residents: NOTHING.

This man is carrying torches like a dad carries cotton candy at the state fair.

oh dammit she hasn't figured out he's a creep

Well, maybe she's starting to

I mean, valid strategy.

"They can't destroy our FREEDUM."

Boy shouldn't you have done that earlier.

I like to think I'm funny.

oh my god its the Hillbilly Twink!!! Didn't that guy want to beat the shit out of Sarah like fifteen episodes ago?

Holy fuck look at this man's chin jesus fucking christ I was not prepared for Weapons-Grade Hapsburg over here.

How long has this girl been awake and tailing? She's gotta be the second-best field agent in this outfit.

SPOILER ALERT:

awwww he got another attaboy from a Dad Figure!

why is his mouth so bi-OH MY GOD HE'S DAN HALEN

HE EVEN SORT OF SOUNDS LIKE DAN HALEN

yoooo the Sluttington sisters are packin ' heat

THE SLUTTINGTONS WISH A LOBSTER WOULD.

yeah 'cuz he can't very well run from 20 gotdamn muskets.

I'm not going to dignify the following scene with any commentary, just know the NOTP is cringe and stirring up the selfsame rage that having to endure Terra/Beast Boy canon instilled in me nearly 18 years ago.

Moses looks concerned, THANK YOU Moses.

Good lord this is so ripe for awful terrible Dad Issues.

Moses ships it and would much rather see this happen. Thank you, Moses. We're gonna end it on this note.

[thebibliomancer]

Earth X #1

We’ve recapped billions of years of Marvel Earth history in issue 0, so now we’re ready to get into what’s happened since Uatu was blinded.

As the cover suggests, our focus character for this first chapter is Captain America. His life has gone in such a weird direction that he’s wearing a flag as a toga. With a rope belt.

Also featuring is Wyatt Wingfoot, Cap’s new partner to replace Falcon. But instead of taking on the name Falcon, Wyatt has been named Redwing after Falcon’s pet falcon. Gets named after a pet and with red in the name in case you forget he’s a First Nations guy.

The cover also has a squid, which is very important, and a new Daredevil, who is not important to this issue at all and doesn’t even appear in person.

Even in Bad Future, lying covers.

As Aaron serves as Uatu’s seeing eye robot, he observes the Inhumans returning to Earth.

So the grand tally of Earth X stuff that inspired later Marvel material is at 2. The Inhumans fucking off into space? Earth X did it first.

Black Bolt’s new look with the cowcatcher mouth? Later used as the look for Vox and Vox Supreme, a recent Inhumans and Captain Marvel foe.

The Inhumans are returning to Earth to marry off Luna (daughter of Crystal and Quicksilver) to an unnamed Inhuman prince (son of Black Bolt and Medusa).

Crystal and Medusa are sisters and all the Inhuman royal family are cousins so I guess they’re aiming to recreate the Hapsburg chin.

The Inhumans find Inhuman sanctuary Attilan abandoned. So they figure that the Prince must be hanging out with heroes. So they go to New York, where heroes hang out.

But the world got fucked while they were gone. Everyone in the world was mutated somehow. The Inhumans arrive at a New York that’s weirder than ever.

And elsewhere in the city, Captain America and Wyatt fight a new Hydra. Not neo Nazis in green and yellow uniforms but a mind-controlling space squid hivemind of some kind.

The squids have already assimilated Falcon, She-Hulk, and Sharon Carter.

They can only control you if you give up. Unfortunately, Cap is old and tired and he doesn’t want to fight friends and the world he’s fighting for hardly seems worth it.

According to this issue’s appendix, American democracy is dead. There’s no Congress and President Osborn controls everything. Osborn Industries is basically the economy now.

He is known as the Goblin King so add another tally to things Earth X inspired.

Based on the state of the world being fucked, Cap finds it hard to resist the Hydra’s calls to just give up. But he does find some strength to fight off the squids long enough for Stark’s Purge to start.

Related to the world being fucked? The Avengers are dead. And Tony doesn’t go out anymore.

He’s created the Iron Avengers to replace his dead friends and calls them by the same names.

Add another tally. Iron Avengers is a concept that gets some use in various places. Thanks Earth X.

The Iron Avengers start purging the squids from the streets, causing them to retreat.

But before they left, Cap managed to grab a piece of fabric from them. With a skull on it that looks like the Punisher’s but red. A red skull…

Nobody wants the Red Skull back. As Cap bitterly comments about the Iron Avengers, dead should mean something.

(Steve, what world do you think you live in?)

Other heroic cameos in this issue: An older Cyclops rescues a presumed mutant from the squids but the kid freaks and runs away.

Luke Cage is a cop.

Peter Parker is bitter and retired, having decided that a world where everyone has powers means he doesn’t have any great responsibility anymore or possibly rather that he’s not special anymore so why bother.

It’s a very craphole, this Bad Future. With many mysteries to unpack. What fucked the world? Where’s the Inhuman Prince? Who blinded Uatu and why? Why the fuck did Cap decide to wear a flag toga?

The book is a coward if it doesn’t answer that last one.

[johannestevans]

forgot hapsburg's name and was like "that chin guy. he invented incest"

and lewis was like "well he didn't do that but. ok."

"he trademarked it"

"also no"

[zoya-nazyalenskys]

I think it’s about the symbolism bc Targs are supposed to be white supremacy coded. They do incest but don’t have incest features like Hapsburg chins because of their blood of the dragon. Same reason why they reject the melanin in their blood most of the time, but sometimes the melanin seeps through like with the dragon twins. That’s why a Valyrian supremacist like Daemon ignores his daughters.

i don't think it works quite like that lol if their valyrian blood magically rejected melanin then the velaryons wouldn't be black since they're also valyrian, the show targs cannot be white supremacists if ryan condal said that valyria was a multicultural empire so they would not care about skin colour, they'd only care about the hair colour (since they removed the purple eyes rip) and ability to bond with dragons

and also on daemon it's canonically said that he only ignores rhaena because her egg didn't hatch (which yeah totally makes sense for a man who was 16 when he bonded his dragon lol) and he was shown to have a loving relationship with baela in episode 6

[moon-daisie]

i’m so sorry but when i saw the cover art for anduin’s short story all i could think was that the artist gave him a hapsburg chin

[thedevilsrain]

ive been watching you blog about these twinks for like over a year or whatever now and i only just now learned that eberbach is a hapsburg???? wheres his chin

HE IS A TWUNK

[troublesomesnitch]

Ewan doesn't have a Habsburg jaw, it is DEFORMATION and Ewan's jaw is not deformed. When will people stop?

This is literally my first anon ever so even though the topic is not the nicest I'm a little excited about it ngl. Obviously he doesn't have a Hapsburg jaw, but his chin and jaw are very prominent and a little weird-looking, so I can understand (and giggle at) the Hapsburg comparisons. I love his chin though, he is an absolutely gorgeous man.

[scarlethyena]

At this point the "chad" meme, especially the ones where someone makes their chin look bigger through a filter, just looks like a Hapsburg monarch to me.

Charles V lookin ass. You gonna inherit the Low Countries and marry your cousin, chad man? Get outta here and drive the Protestants out of Worms like the pope told you to earlier before I defenestrate you.