#THEYRE NOT NAKED I JUST DIDNT FEEL LIKE DRAWING CLOTHES

[seas1mping]

hey guys jackmas post except this is me coming out as the number one Circus Duo (LJ x Candy Pop) supporter. they are married in my canon (2/4 of the polycule) and they are splendid. day 8 i guess lmao

[autism-corner]

im sick

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

Ever keep urself awake at night thinking of what would happen if ur house bruned down and what ud be abke to save and all the things thatd be lost. Like im genuinely getting fucking upset about this hypothetical universe where all my compyter files are gone, all my childhood diaries are gone, every drawing ive ever made is gone, all the clothes asides from what im wearing right now which is my fucking pajamas are gone, and the things id probably save r just my phone n my camera bc theyre light and expensive and hold a lotta shit on them. And maybe my sketchbook if i had time. But like dude ik realistically not everything would be lost but a damn good chunk of it would be and that just makes me so upset 2 thjnk abt bc like. Idk. I think it sucks bc bein a teenager is like. My life is my room. It is the one safe place in the entirety of the world. Everythjng that matters to me is here asides from my cat. So like. Losing my room would be like losing everything because i have nothing else. And because literally like all my worldly possessions are here. Anyways im anxious abt that now bc i was playing it out in my head and my biggest fear would be if i was jn a situation where i was sleeping naked bc it was so hot and i spent too much time trying to find clothes so i didnt run outside naked and couldnt even save my phone. Like id be able to get over losing most other yhings but my phone literally holds my fucking memories and without it i would literally forget so much of my life bc i have such a godawful memory. Like i need its calendar and i need the gallery and i need the messages. And yea. But shit dude. Id lose the diary i wrote when i was 8 and all the pictures ive drawn ever since i moved into this room when i was like 9 and all the books i have and all my sketches and my computer with all my files and my art tablet with the past few years worth of art and my clothes which mean so fuckin much to me like god if i cant dress comfortabky i am just fucking Not A Person and my fucking camera with all mt photos shit dude and if i loet my phone thats so many memories gone and so many ways to remember people i dont talk to anymore and years and years of cat photos gone and shit dude. Ok i think making a post has made me feel a bit better tho bc theres now that little voice in my head goin like What the fuck nobody thinks like this what r u on abt ur fine why would ur house burn down now when it hasnt for the past like fucking idk 18+ years ny parents have owned it

[lestbian]

on the left his face looks kind of blurry/indistinct, hes literally just standing there, they gave him weird armor, added like three more colors to his palette (no one associates green or orange with the god of lightning be fr rn) and they removed the details on his arm bracer thangs. why is my eye drawn to his arm sleeves and not his face or something more interesting

meanwhile og zeus yes does have some color variation in his wreath of lightning bolts but it makes SENSE its shades of yellow! and theres strong movement in his cloudy beard and his pose and his clothes arent the most prominent thing about him, his SELF and his lightning bolt are the most striking! bc theyre the most relevant to his character!

i wrote a lot more but its under the cut for your sanity (aphrodite and artemis comparisons)

aphrodite on the left is distant from the viewer, she's pulled back and her back is arched uncomfortably. her hair decorations are overdesigned. her spear is literally just sitting there being useless. her hair lacks movement. yeah shes naked in both portraits but this one feels more male gazey, her chest is out and her waist is so fucking tiny.

with og aphrodite, her pose makes a lot more sense. she doesn't need a wildly impractical spear, her power is from her being and seduction which you can tell bc she's leaning into the viewer!! her arms are posed flirtatiously while drawing attention to her face. her hair swirls around her and makes big heart shapes. her hair decorations are unique and distinct rather than some generic mishmash of flowers thrown on.

GOD THE ARTEMIS ONE PISSES ME OFF THE MOST. in the new one shes posing with her hand on her hip and smiling with her weapon on her shoulder. that pose feels like "everyone look the girlboss independent character who doesnt need a man showed up" and also the positioning of the weapon suggests its a sword or staff rather than a bow. you know, the weapon she's famous for. they decided to give her a tube top instead of the simple dress she had before which looks less natural and less creative. how many goddamn badass warrior women in tube tops do we need. im actually not that mad about the hair this time but i do think its weird that the ends are cut off so bluntly. but thats me being rlly nitpicky. the belt is so unnecessary and adds orange to her palette which is a strange choice. im not opposed to having a big hooded cloak but i think removing the furs she had around her neck originally is a loss and i dont like that the hood covers up her headband thing bc thats also rlly cool. WHERE ARE HER ARROWS. they shouldve made the moon symbol on her chest more prominent than adding the stupid belt

og artemis also has a cape thing which i didnt realizeuntil now so i guess making it furrier in the new portrait is a plus but thats literally it. her bow and arrows are very obvious and eye catching. her pose has some depth to it while also reflecting her personality as one of the more calm and reserved gods as opposed to the new artemis who looks more like a quirky sidekick here to help you in the tutorial stage. and she isn't smiling !! she's not a smiley person!! why is she smiling in the new one. i think her original hair is more practical but whatever. what happened to her face makeup that was so cool! and her furs...honestly one of my favorite parts of her design bc it really emphasizes the "hunter" aspect of her character rather than the moon girl who doesnt like men aspect of her character.

sorry for being a hater but i prefer the original portraits from the first game...idk the originals felt more human/flawed and these seem more distant and less approachable. yk? and i feel like all the design choices were unnecessary like they were fine before why r we adding a bunch of stuff it just feels less cohesive. i also feel like the original ones had more movement and flow

[vnckocurzyca]

New chapter new analysis

I’m publishing it one more time because it didnt show in tags for some reason???

I put it under “read more” so maybe now.

I finally read translation so I can finally write something about the new chapter. I know people’s strong feelings towards it and I think it’s totally understandable huh

I, personally, liked this chapter even if I think it was creepy as fuck. But I know Jun’s work and how she writes her stories and I know that she purposely made it really uncomfortable. I think this chapter was made to be upsetting because what happened during it was kinda important?

Warning; LONG POST (contains spoilers to new chapter)

First thing - Noe was forced to see some Vanitas’s memories. Of course by Misha eyes, but still it’s Vanis past. And as we know already, Vanitas REALLY didn’t want Noe to know about anything his past-related. He even threated him that he would kill you if Noe would someday try to drink his blood. So it’s opening for totally new conflict. We have two options

Vanitas would come to place and see Noe drinking Mishas blood and it would be horrible

Vanitas wouldn’t see it and Noe would live in sting of remorse and we know how emotional Noe is and it would be also horrible. And this option also has 2 options

Noe would finally tell Vani that he drank Mishas blood and it would be horrible

Misha would tell Vanitas that Noe drank his blood and it also would be horrible

When Noe started drinking Mishas blood he walked into a trap and there is no escape now. Vanitas is going to KNOW this and its going to be a problem, because knowing Vanis past, memories and emotions was a borderline in their relationship - Noe didn’t get a permission to step over it. And now he just... steped, because of Mishas blackmail.

Also the whole scene was made to be creepy - we can clearly see that Noe is distraught and scared and uncomfortable. We can hear his thoughts, we can see his terrified face

He is terrified for A LOT of reasons. A lot.

He is scared of Domis life. He don’t know what is going on with her and she is unconscious and she can literally DIE. Domi is his best friend, his childhood friend and nearly all family he has left. Domi is the closest person to him and he can’t just lose her like he lost Louis.

He DON’T WANT to read Vanitas’s past without his permission and knowledge. Its awful, it’s non consensual and non-con it’s something Noe hates, because, even if he would like to know Vani’s past (what he said back before Gevaudan arc) he don’t want to know it without Vanis consenst and he didn’t push. And now he is forced to see them, to betray Vani’s trust.He, probably, hates himself thanks to it.

He is blackmailed, bullied and intimidated which is bad on it’s own. He has absolutely NO CONTROL over a situation, he is absolutely subordinated and can’t do anything to change his situation. It’s scary.

He is forced to drink blood, which is a really intimate and delicate activity for him. He hates being forced to drink blood and forcing to drink blood, and, additionaly, Misha is a kid. Or, at least, he look like a kid (it’s hard to say his age for sure and how many years their past with Moreau happened). It’s gross, creepy and weird and Noe feels it. We can see him backing away from a fucking kid.

Jun did it purposely. Combine all of it, to made the horror moment for him, probably to break him in front o Misha.

The running thing in Vanitas no Carte is motif of Noe not having any control over anything in his life (even without his noticing). Noe never had a control over anything.

He didn’t have a control over his life during childhood, ie when he was sold on auction

He didn’t have any control over Louis’s death and curse. He couldn’t do anything to save him or to save other kids back then. He could do nothing.

He don’t have any control in general - he was trained by the Teacher to be his pupil. Noe don’t even know how big control Grandpa de Sade has over him and his doings.

He didn’t have any control when Domi found him at Orloks. She just kidnapped him to Altus.

He don’t have any control over his relationship with Jeanne - anytime he wants to talk to her or about her he is interuptted.

He didn’t want his blood be sucked by Ruthven and he didn’t want to Swear.

He don’t have any control now. He didn’t wanted to know Vanis past non consensualy, he didn’t wanted to drink Mishad blood, he don’t want to see Domi in this situation.

It’s a writing continuity. We are being told how little control Noe has over his (and others) life. It’s becaming a plot point. MochiJun knows what she is doing. She purposely made the whole chapter creepy and unsettling. She need us to know that what is happening right now is wrong - not only drinking blood from a 1/4 naked kid, but also the rest. Everything. That this chapter is traumatic - we literally touched Noes trauma, Domis trauma and Mishas trauma over a few pages and panels:

Dominique - we can see how she reacted to Louis death, how she wanted to make Noe feels better, why she changed her hairstyle and outfit, how she hated herself because it was her brother who died, not her. We can see it now - she is depressed, she hatees herself and would prefer to die over Louis. She was easy to catch for Misha.

Noe - we can see that he can do anything for Domi because she is his last friend, his family, last thing (person) he has. He can’t lose her, he is desperate and traumatized over Louis death so he can do anything, even suck Mishas blood and know Vanis past even if he hates it and its wrong for him.

Misha - we can see thanks to his flashbacks that it was hinted he was (if I undertand english correctly, sorry, it’s not my first language) se*//ually abused as a child. He thought his mother was possesed by devil, it was traumatizing on it’s own, but he was also dressed as a girl, physically abused and hit by his mother and used during her “sessions” with clients. Then he was kidnapped by Moreau who, probably, was experimenting on him just like on Vanitas - so Misha was abused again. And later Vanitas killed “father” what also traumatized him. His behaviour towards Noe it’s not really that suprising - its horrible and sad and heartbreaking knowing why Misha is that way, but its logical. It has sense. It’s just how his trauma made him.

Sooo do I think what happened in the chapter was good or okay? No. It was creepy and made me feel sick. But do I think Jun is bad for making it this way? No. I think her work is great, because she actually did planned it logically. She delivered TONS OF INFORMATIONS by only one chapter. Tons, about a lot of characters - Misha, Vanitas, Noe, Dominique, even Roland (he know Misha is one thing, but, also, why he was so beaten up? What happened my man? Who hurted you?) It wasn’t just gross pedo-fanservice some people accused it to be. (even if it was gross anyway och my gos this scene with Misha standing over Noe was frightening, I was just as scared as Noe, I felt like I was in his place and I was looking at Misha)

Also! I’m pretty sure one of the reason for Misha undressing his collar a little bit was for us (and maybe Noe too) to see his possesion mark on his arm. For some reason we, as an audience, need to know this.

But! We also get a lot of different informations -

Domi is a royal guard and is working in castle, so she probably knew Luca before and had contact with him or some other royal people. i think it’s interesting that she worked at castleas a royal guard.

Luca probably likes Domi and was worried about her. Also after knowing she is missing he decided to took direct actions, he is not passive.

Misha has Vanitas of the Blue Moon’s possesion mark on his hand. It’s really interesting, especially when we know that its his prosthetic arm. Somebody tried to cut his arm with a possesion mark and I bet it was Vanitas or Misha himself. Yet it DIDN’T work, mark of possesion is still here, above his prosthetic.

Noe “don’t know anything about Vanitas”. It was an important sentence. It was something that Noe need to know narratively speaking. It’s pushing the story forward, because Noe’s and Vani’s relationship is the core of the story. It was literally told in the first chapter that it’s a story about their journey.

Misha had a lot of bruises on his whole body after he was rescued. We knew he was beaten, but we could also see it’s evidence.

Mishas face when Noe drank his blood was similar to his mother face when a vampire drank his blood. It wasn’t accidental, we were shown his trauma and how it’s affected him.

Next thing I noticed:

In this panel, Misha looks A LOT like Vanitas. Og course he has child features and chubbier face, he has white(?) hair and eyelashes ets, but his mimic, his gaze, how one of his eyes is covered by hair and his words. Its literally how Vanitas’s panel would be draw. It’s really Vanitaish.

We also got some questions, like:

What happened to Misha and how he lost his hand?

What Luca ordered Jeanne? (probably to check out real Paris and maybe find Domi or Noe)

Why Mishas mark of possesions was so important for us to know?

Is that Roland met Misha in the past important?

Why was Roland so beaten up?

There was also one more thing. Jun is operating in her story not only by making parallels betweend her characters (ie Teacher and VotBM, or Astolfo nad Vanitas, or Louis and Domi etc) but also contrasts. The biggest contrast motif on the story are probably Vanitas and Noe thanks to not only their history, but also their appearance, personality, design of their clothes, their height, their names (Vanitas being related to death and vanity, Noe being related to saving and something biblical etc). Their whole characters are made constrast. And so we got here:

Vanitas and Misha are not made parallels, theyre made contrast.

Misha is looking from the upside, Vanitas is looking from the above, Mishas hair is white, Vanitas hair is black, Vani has a shadow over his face, misha is lighted. Misha has white eyelashes, Vani has black. Misha looks calm an suprised, Vani looks stressed. Their whole “atmosphere” is different. Even if Misha is bruised in this panel he looks clean, even angelic, when Vanitas looks... bad, he has dark circles under eyes, wrinkled eyebrows, bandage etc. They’re made to contrast themselves, not to be compared to. It’s the next hint about their role in the story I suppose. That they’re not similar, they’re not the same and there is something basically different about their roles.

I would also like to write about shadow and light work in this chapter, but I’m just really tired right now, soo here it is! My analyze od the new chapter, or, at least, the most important parts of it (for me). I liked it in general, but it was... stressed and I was anxious about this chapter for the one whole day. But in general I think Jun did gods work with delivering informations she wanted to delivere.

[aryasbadbenergy]

a little gendrya oneshot

there is a better edited version here:

(but i won’t stop u from reading this lol i just didn’t really like the ending on this one)

Arya had fallen asleep only an hour ago, but Gendry felt like he had laid there for forever. He didn’t want to leave her while she slept, but first light would come soon, and Gendry could not be caught in the Princess’s bed. Her leg lays across his stomach, and every time she moves, the smooth inside of her thigh slides across his hip. Her body bare except for the thin linen that drapes across their hips. Her head is on his arm, but most of her body rests on his side, and presses her breasts against his ribs. She shifts again, and her leg ventures lower.

Her body had small scars all over, but the insides of her thighs were soft. The outsides were just as scarred as the rest of her body. He mindlessly rubbed his hand on her back, and felt some of her scars from the House of Black and White. Her arms had healed cuts from various things, but he loved the mark on her face the most. She had fallen out of a tree as a child, and split her lip open, leaving a faint scar that led up to her nostril. He tries not to despise the scars that mark her stomach, but it’s hard. She says they’re ugly, and he knows she’s self-conscious of them every time she removes her clothes for him, so he’s sure to hide the fury he feels when he sees them. They could have killed her. They almost did. Unlike the scars that littered her body to teach her lessons for losing her balance while climbing a tree or not paying close enough attention to the end of a blade while fighting. But the scars on her belly only showed that she had failed to obey an order to kill someone underserving of death. She murmurs something to Gendry and he doesn’t know if she’s waking or sleep talking. She slides her leg across his stomach, resting it just below his belly button. Her hair, which she still keeps short (albeit neatly cut to reach her shoulders) had tangled from the early events of this morning and fell across her face. A chunk stuck to the corner of her mouth and moves a little which each breath she withdraws. Gendry smiles softly and brushes it away from her face. She hums in response, finally stirring from her sleep. She opens her eyes and huffs a little.

“Morning, already?” She mumbles, and he smiles again at her sleepy state.

“You can sleep for a while longer, I need to get back to the forge,” he whispers, trying not to rouse her too much.

“Have you slept?” She asks, shutting her eyes again and snuggling her face against Gendry’s neck.

“No, I was going to sleep for a little while at the forge before everyone wakes up,” he says, and he knows she’s probably rolling her eyes at him under his chin. The war against the Night King had ended, but Cersei Lannister still wanted Jon and Daenerys’s heads on spikes for trying to rebel against her claim to the throne. And they needed weapons to win.

“Why don’t you just sleep here?”

“And have the King in the North and his wolf catch me? I think not, m’lady.” She groans in response to the nickname. “Oh, right, my apologies, Your Grace,” he teases and she shoves his chest.

“I’m not the princess, stupid. Sansa is.”

“Last I checked, having a brother for a King makes you a princess.”

“How many princesses do you know of that invite men into their beds,” she snaps, and he lets out a small chuckle.

“Men? I hope you don’t mean more than me,” he teases and she smiles against his throat. She hums. “Well?”

“Oops, you weren’t supposed to know about my many lovers.”

“Well now that you’ve told me they exist, I have to know who I’m fighting for your affections.”

“Let’s see,” she leans up from her spot and rests her head on her hand. “There’s Podrick... Samwell... my brother’s wife Meera...”

“Bronn?”

“Him, too,” she jests. “And Jaime Lannister.”

“I must say, Your Grace, you are quite the little scoundrel of Winterfell.”

“Someone had to be,” she gives him a smile, one that was reserved for him in private. When she trained in Braavos she learned to hide her emotions, but the only one that she couldn’t control around Gendry was love.

Gendry leans forward and gives her a chaste kiss. She tries to draw him in, but he knows he needs to leave her chamber soon. She kisses him again, and pushes her leg across his stomach down lower, but he catches her thigh with one of his hands.

“I have to go,” he says.

She wraps an arm protectively around his shoulder and moves to lay over top of him, trapping him. “No.”

“Arya, I could use one finger to push you off and leave if I really wanted to,” he says, but makes no move to leave.

“Then why haven’t you?” She asks as she sits up and leans her body from left to right to straddle him. She raises her eyebrow at him, waiting for his response.

“Because I don’t want to. I need to, though,” he says, with a huff. But as Arya moves and pants over top of him, he finds it’s hard to remember why he needs to be anywhere but with her.

-

Gendry wakes up later, as light glares through Arya’s window. “Shit!” He gasps, and tries to gather his small clothes. Arya sits up and looks at him, a small blush coating her cheeks.

“You’re still here?”

“We fell asleep,” he says, trying to keep his voice down, knowing sounds carry and people whisper. “I need to leave before anyone sees me in here.”

“Right,” Arya says, and hands him his discarded breeches by the edge of her bed. Gendry pulls them on, and tries to tie all of his clothes back together neatly. He finishes dressing and laces his boots up. “It doesn’t look much later than first light, if you leave know you can probably make it out of this wing so you don’t look suspicious.” He quickly nods and walks over to Arya. He plants a small kiss on her forehead and she shoves him lightly. “Go,” she prods and he smiles at her.

He makes it out into the hallway with only a small creak from the door. He gently shuts it after looking to make sure no one is roaming the corridor. He creeps towards one of the castles many exits, but before he has the chance to hide, the King and the Princess round the corner.

“Gendry?” Jon asks, with a perplexed look on his face.

“Your Grace,” Gendry responds, falling into a kneel. Jon motions for him to stand up and Sansa wears the same look on her face.

“What brought you to the Princess’s chambers this early in the morning?” Jon asks, but Gendry knows Jon already has the answer.

“The Princess’s sword needed mending, Your Grace. She asked me to take a look at it,” Gendry lies.

“At first light? Surely you had more pressing matters to attend,” The King snaps and he stomps towards Arya’s door. He pulls it open and Arya clutches the linens to her naked chest.

“Jon! Do you knock?” Arya shouts, as Gendry accepts that he’s going to die today. Sansa grimaces and Jon steps towards Gendry.

Jon grabs Gendry’s arm and starts to walk him away from Arya’s chamber. “Sword mending,” he grumbles to himself. Sansa shuts Arya’s door and rushes behind Jon and Gendry.

“Jon,” she says, but he doesn’t respond. Gendry keeps pace with Jon and can only hope that Ghost’s whereabouts are unbeknownst to Jon. “Jon!” Sansa snaps, and Jon stops to turn around to look at Sansa.

“Sansa!” Jon responds.

“Jon, you’re making a scene. You need to calm down,” she hisses, lowering her voice. Arya emerges from her chamber, dressed in breeches and a half-tied jerkin. Her hair remains tangled, and she rushes towards the group.

“Jon, please,” Arya begs, “Can we talk about this? Not here.”

Jon finally lets his iron-like grip on Gendry go, and nods. “Fine.”

Jon doesn’t give anyone time to respond as he starts walking again. Sansa and Arya follow him, and Gendry trails behind the three, praying to every God he knows.

They end up in Jon’s solar, and Gendry sits directly across from him, extremely focused on his hands. “Do you want to explain to me why you were in my little sister’s chamber this morning?” Jon asks, looking as angry as any King Gendry had heard about.

“I needed to mend her sword, Your Grace.”

Jon’s glower tells Gendry he didn’t give him the correct response. “I fell asleep, Your Grace.”

“We were being improper,” Arya grumbles, giving her brother an eye roll.

“I know that,” Jon hisses. “I wanted Gendry to tell me.”

“Why?” Arya snaps. “Are you going to castrate him?” She agitates, and Gendry silently curses her for giving Jon the idea.

“I’ve considered it!” Gendry moves his hand to protect his manhood. He would sooner set himself on fire than be castrated.

“Jon, be reasonable, please,” Sansa says, and Gendry is thankful for her for being the only calm Stark in this situation.

“Be reasonable? One of my trusted friends has been... has been...” he shakes his hands in Gendry and Arya’s direction.

“If I remember correctly, Arya and Gendry were friends for much longer than you and Gendry. Unless you were planning on selling Arya in a marriage alliance, it does not really matter what our sister does in private.”

Jon ran his hands through his curls. “If you had asked me, I would’ve allowed you to marry,” Jon announces, unexpectedly. Gendry perks up at the King’s words. “Now that you have...” Jon doesn’t finish his statement. “You should marry. I won’t force you, Arya, but if you respect me or Gendry, you will not refuse his hand and bear his bastard.”

“I’m only a bastard, Your Grace. I can’t give the child a bastard’s name.”

“You are the late King Robert’s bastard. I only need to sign a paper, and you could have a last name to give your child.”

Gendry turns to look at Arya, not wanting to respond without her approval. “What are you waiting for, stupid? Are you going to give me your name or not?” She says, with a small smile on her face. Arya always expressed her disgust of marrying as a child, but they rarely spoke of her having to marry as adults. Gendry nods and turns back to Jon.

“Don’t think that I’ll forgive you for this easily, Gendry,” Jon huffs, and reaches for a blank piece of parchment.

“King Robert had always wanted a Stark-Baratheon marriage,” Sansa muses, and gives Arya a small smile.

(this is highly unedited, and it’s also the first gendrya thing ive ever published EVER please be nice i’m sensitive lol)

[bangzchan]

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”(thank you💗)

evencurses in his head when he’s halfway to his afternoon class, hissketchbook forgotten back at his place. he shouldve checked it whilestill at the coffee shop, wouldve gotten home sooner and wouldnt haveto worry about being late. he hates being late. he turns around andon quick feet hurries down the street.

openingthe door to his room, he never wouldve imagined walking back to hisflat to this. he doesnt know how he feels about it, its definitely asight, and he already sees himself sketching it from memory later,but it still confuses him.

heclears his throat, “is there a reason youre naked in my bed?”

theboy snaps his head up, eyes going wide, hands reaching for theblanket to cover himself up from waist down. he swears audibly, sittingup.

“fuck,even said he lives alone?”

evenfrowns, “i…am even” he watches him stare confused and hesees little wheels in his head spinning. even tries not to roam hiseyes on his bare upper body, he grips the doorknob to distracthimself. doesnt exactly work and his eyes keep falling down to hiscollarbones.

theguy looks to the side snorting, “i wouldve definitely rememberedif i slept with you”

evenmeets his eyes and his words run through his head once more before itsinks in. he smirks, “trust me i wouldve remembered as well”then he awkwardly puts his weight on one leg, brows knitted.

“waitdid you… did you and julian have sex in mybed?” he shouldve never gave keys to julian. it was aboutimportant situations, not hook ups.

“who’sjulian?” theboy’s cheeks are flushed pink now, fist tight around the sheets inhis lap.

“theguy you probably had sex with,” when he cant seem to find theright words, even sighs, walking more into his room. “where ishe anyway?”

“uhh..”he sniffs, licking his lips, “he went to get some food.”

“right,”even stops in front of the bed, a pair of boxers blocking his way. hebends down to pick it up and holds it for the boy to see and when henods embarrassed, even throws it at him with a smirk. “well youcan wait for him outside”

hewaits for even to turn around and when he does, even hears him standup from under the sheets, pulling the boxers on. he fights the urgeto turn around and admire. after a few seconds of silence the boyclears his throat,

“imisak, by the way” theres a nervous hand on the back of his neckand even smiles at him.

thenremembering what he came home for, before being so rudely distractedby a beautiful body, he walks over to his desk and starts searchingfor his sketchbook and some other things. he hears isak make the bedand even shakes his head with a chuckle, “im gonna have to cleanthat anyway so dont bother”

isaklaughs awkwardly but finishes putting the pillows back, the bedlooking like it hasnt been slept on since even left it in themorning. except there was more than sleeping in it and even wants towash it as soon as possible.

“soits actually your room” its more of a statement but even stillnods. isak moves to the closet, “you drew these then?”

straighteninghis back, even smiles proudly, “i did, yeah”

“theyregood. really funny” isak grins and if they were in a differentsituation, even mightve walked over by now and kissed him. “shouldveknown eve-julian didnt draw them” he rolls his eyes and evenencourages him to go on, “when i asked about them he kind ofjust, shrugged it off.”

evenchuckles, “in his defense, he wanted to fuck you. not talk aboutdrawings”

“hecouldve whispered them into my ears, i dont know” isaks smile iswide and evens heart does a flip when he laughs.

“youreinto that?” even wiggles his eyebrows, “do lines andsketches turn you on?”

isaksquints his eyes, “i mean, ive never thought about it before.maybe they do”

eventurns back around to his desk, a way to hide his grin and calm hisheart a little. he bites down on his tongue when he finds himselfthinking about kissing him again. he holds his sketchbook up instead,finally finding it in the mess and puts on a neutral face,

“icould draw you. later. if you want to”

hisshoulders relax when in respone isak smiles, “are you gonna drawme like one of your french girls?”

evenlets out the pleasant bubbles in his stomach and throat, laughing nervously.“you know what..after this, im afraid i won’t”

isakpouts and with a roll of his eyes, even gives his other clothes backto him. being already late to class even decides to skip, which he’sabout 40% sure he will later regret, he gives isak a toothbrush andwaits for him in the small living room, legs bouncing.

whenhe’s dressed and ready, even lets him walk out the flat in front ofhim and after even locks the door, he puts a hand on isaks lowerback,“im starving, arent you?” and with a nod, isak is beingguided outside.

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okay, another long rambley explanation under cut

so, starting with the really easy one; Chopper

Chopper is,,,a reindeer.  Not because this is a reimagining where they're really in 1770 or something and he would be a real ass reindeer, but because i can neither draw cute things OR anthro and i just kinda compromised by just putting him in walkpoint and calling it a day.  anyways, Hes a (actually rather large for how big they actually are) reindeer, so, not a lot of clothes on him.  I DID put cockades on his horns though, because after drawing both a tricorn and a monmouth cap i decided an actual hat would be absolutely impractical with his horns, seeing as though he drastically shifts in shape and size when changing points, so, cute little cockades it is.  I gave him two, one in straw hat colors and the other in his typical colors.  he also has a little neckerchief because he looked TOO NAKED without at least something on.

Usopp has a lot going on in his outfit, tbh..  I was originally going to give him a cavalier hat, seeing as though the sidecock was generally favored by musketeers and it fits his position as gunman, but that style of cocking would have been about ~100 years out of date by 1770, so I gave him a monmouth cap instead.  this honestly is what most sailors wore for the good part of 400 years, so its accurate.   his baldric is a modified/simplified kuburluk, which was a style of holster from the ottoman empire.  generally holsters weren't really a ‘thing’ in the 1700′s, as most had pistols with modified beltclips or just straight up shoved their guns in their waistbands, but pirates tended to improvise and make modified “”pockets”” for their flintlocks waaaay before it became a mainstream thing.  i like to think with usopps ingenuity hed have the common sense to find a way to NOT shove a loaded pistol down his pants.   in his baldric he’s got two standard british flintlock pistols.  Originally i was going to give him two queen anne flintlocks due to their firing accuracy, but generally those take way longer to reload and are better for dueling than actual combat. 

I know i said for luffy that everyone of the era wore lined shirts because theyre underthings and protected more valuable outer garments, and then proceeded to not put usopp in a linen shirt, but....i liked how i drew usopps arms here and didnt feel like covering them up.  also hes like shirtless post-timeskip anyways so, whatever.  suns out guns out!

outside of that, hes got real standard garb.  some loose breeches, damask waistcoat and sash.  

For nami, i put her in menswear because when she DOES engage in combat, she needs full range of movement to properly fight, and frankly despite how impractical her actual outfits tend to be in one piece, I see her as a very sensible person.   Putting her in just a linen shirt and breeches is actually about as risqué as I could image a women to get in this time period, excluding the possibility of putting her in just a chemise and stays.  Perhaps this style of dress isn’t as ‘fashion forward’ as nami actually is, but it speaks to both her practicality and more, uh, sexy way of dressing. Anyways Nami is wearing a gingham check shirt, which became popular in the 17th-18th century amongst the working class.  Sailors in particular wore blue stripe gingham that was later adopted by dandies as a kind of ‘hip’ subculture fashion. it’s like,,,the 400 year old version of when rich people buy shoes that purposefully look beat to shit and champ sweatshirts and call is high fashion. She’s also wearing fall front breeches, a style of breech that became very popular in the late 1700’s and construction allowed for a tighter fitting leg that still was movable enough for laborers.  All her clothes would be new and current imho, no upcycled and darned garments for nami; her fat wallet lets her keep up to trend. one of the more interesting pieces i put on her is a foursided seal ring, which shes wearing as a pendant.  I think for the small amount of official documentation and paperwork the straw hats would keep, Nami and Robin would most likely be the ones officiating and notarizing them, thus are the two most likely to own seals for the crew.  Luffy absolutely does not own his own seal.  

continuation of this post, this time with usopp, chopper, and nami

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Aaaaa ugh time of the month started And I’m breaking my ‘no caffeine’ fast AGAIN because I’m just so exhausted and gross feeling and I need it :P and just... uuuugh it doesnt hurt as much as it used to, I get less abdominal cramps now i try sleeping on my back whenever it starts but its still just so draining and demotivating when I know I’m not female yet I’m gonna have to deal with this shit anyway just GUH its so gross stop reminding me i have ovaries period blood fucking SMELLS, even! it smells completely different to regular blood and just a million times worse than anything on earth. i feel just as unclean as people used to treat women on their periods in ancient civilization, its just so horrible i have to pay attention to my ovaries for a week each month i have to be all achey and smell like a monster and constantly never be able to get clean and its so bad cos i have an inconsistant period i can never predict so theres always just that horrible moment of realizing halfway through the day that its started and now a good mood is ruined I refuse to let this mood be ruined, I’m just gonna stop thinking about it, ok take the pain meds and think about ANYTHING ELSE except dysphoria jesus christ and even seriously THE WORST BIT is how my period almost always coincides with my birthday too! it landed on my birthday this year and last year and on my 18th. it always fluctuates around the 12 to the 15th and its always the 12th in october exactly when i dont want it GAHHHH and sometimes its really painful and sometimes its okay and sometimes its REALLY PAINFUL I have these ridiculous blisteringly horrid periods that make me unable to fuckin walk straight cos my entire abdomen has gone numb while I vomit out everything I try to eat and sweat straight through my clothes with fever and friggin hallucinate this year’s birthday i had to go through that I had to WALK HALF A MILE TO THE SHOPS while going through that I was all out of medication and i nearly fucking fainted in the street on the way back I couldnt see anything at all, i was that goddamn dizzy it took me five tries to unlock my own door and i fucking didnt leave the house for a month after having to be outside while i was all gross and sweaty and probably everybody hated me and gahhhh I get paranoid that people can fuckin smell it on me and they know this body is female even if the person inside it isnt... I get paranoid they’ll all know I’m a fake I need to stop spiralling and just take my medicine dear god I keep freaking out more and more each month, i was able to handle this better when i was younger... it just keeps settling in that im gonna have to deal with this for the rest of my LIFE for no goddamn reason at all plz tie my tubes dear god doctor: okay we can talk about the transgender thing later, right now the priority is fixing your depression MY DUDE MY GUY DONT YOU THINK THAT WOULD HELP WITH MY DEPRESSION??? god i know probably he just means my medication would interact badly with testosterone suppliments but whatever seriously can i at least talk to a therapist about it or have my right pronouns used i built up all the courage to tell my support worker and they just pretend like it never happened and i keep cringing every time everyone keeps saying ‘miss’ and ‘woman’ even though I TOLD THEM seriously please dont make me remind you im not brave enough to speak up againnnn its hilarious the only place im out of the closet is frickin DWR CYMRU WATER BILLS COMPANY they added a ‘mx’ option on their registration forms and allowed me to change my details i dont even have it on my birth certificate, i dont even have my psychologist aknowledging it, but my frickin bathroom faucet provider is there for me they provide representation where it counts and also tap repair when it counts just imagine me scraping my claws across my face because that is what i am doing right now I need to eat my takeaway and take my medication and think about LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE okay okay I’ll try doing the measurements to get my custom binder ordered I’ll do that ...maybe tomorrow I dont know I keep putting it off cos I hate looking at my naked chest I wish i just had a bra size to give them but I legit have never known my bra size I couldnt fucking stand getting tested for it and having saleswomen look at me and touch me and talk about fucking breasts like theyre something great and like I’m a fucking woman when im not, please listen to me dear god and everyone’s telling me to get cervical exams for vaginal cancer and blablabla its important to get tested once a year when you’re over 20 but I AM NOT GETTING PEOPLE SHOVING SHIT UP MY HORRIBLE DYSPHORIA ORGAN WHILE TALKING ABOUT HOW FEMALE I APPARANTLY AM god why do i keep spiralling and thinking about everything bad I dont want to think about my body i just want the pieces gone i feel like a lunatic cos even most trans people dont have moments of literally wanting to cut your own stomach open with a knife and take the parts out i get the stupidest most over the top self harm thoughts I spend way too much time thinking of how the fuck I could possibly perform my own top surgery without bleeding out or dying of infection or whatever I ended up dwelling on it way too much when that old comic Y The LLast Man mentioned amazons ‘burning off their left boob’ as a sign of fellowship or something, I spent ages trying to figure out how the fuck you do that and how I could do it right now someone save me from this flesh coffin gross fucking sacks of uselessness and a spiderweb of disgusting blood organs that serve no purpose except punishing me every month for not wanting to have sex yeah geez fucking christ isnt femininity great cant imagine why anyone would ever not want to be a woman gahhhh and then I end up being a rude piece of shit and probably alienating all my trans woman friends who want this kind of body, and im just like PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY why cant there be a magical ray that lets us swap give me a way to pretend I’m being generous instead of selfish by self-mutilating this sad sack of a body gahhh ... sorry, dont take it serious guys, I’m just venting. I’ve had a lot of disturbing self hate thoughts before but I havent acted on them since I was a teenager. Its not all dysphoric though, sometimes god likes to spice it up by making me imagine slicing my own eyeballs out of my head or whatever XD i was having such a good day, I was going to go start drawing again... why now...