#and i know that it's ok if its difficult to get back to drawing after a break!!!

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

hi guys I just finished episode 15 and. t. them. they make me SIIIIICK I need to kill them with hammers,.

edit: I spelled coalecroux wrong in the tags LMAO

[lorillee]

im really normal about them <- lie

[zalrb]

OK! 6x03 Osblaine Thoughts

So, admittedly, it's a little difficult for me to talk about Osblaine when that spoiler of Nick betraying June and her being blinded by love kind of looms over their interactions because I can't be too confident in the conclusions I draw until this apparent betrayal and its fallout happens. That being said, let's get into it.

I love this episode for Nick and June because I think it speaks to the staying power of their bond on June's end and more interestingly, she communicates that to Nick.

Throughout the series, the viewer can see it physically, the way she smiles when she hears his voice

or, like in this episode when she hears him approaching

the other characters see it just by watching her with him or listening to her speak about him

Holly sees it after hearing June speak about Nick and seeing how she acts about Nick once but Nick is left with

and throughout five seasons, he never let June see how it must be for him to have this love for her that is like a state of being, and feel as though that's not reciprocated because that's not Nick but in this episode, he's having this sort of reckoning with how impulsive and reckless he acts and kind of bizarre the situation is

because he loves someone who chose someone else and who he's nothing to

only for her to be like, no we're in this together

this feeling

is very much mutual, I have never left you, I have always been here with you

and it's also her answering the question her mother asked in 6x02 where she asks point blank, is Nick included in the people that you love and June can't bring herself to answer what is pretty clear to anyone with some modicum of awareness and she's answering that question verbally now to Nick who is asking the same question, and she confirms it again when they say goodbye where she tells him, let's cut the bullshit,

let's stop saying the right, honourable thing with our goodbyes

because it's never going to be goodbye because I love you

we will always be connected, I will see you again

and I say this because, the response to Nick's conflict could've been June saying I've been unfair to you, thank you for everything that you have done for me, I will leave you in peace now, but she refuses to do that because she's in love with him and they depart with a smile, their smile

so this episode is yet another reaffirmation of her love for him.

Another thing that I quite enjoy about this episode is how it showcases that Nick and June operate on this level together

where there's a kind of "we need to protect them, they're not like us" vibe

kind of going back to what Elisabeth said about June's character:

Over the course of the series, June becomes a completely new person, a person who does find her voice, an angry voice, a powerful voice. She’s a different person than she was. A lot of the romance with Nick is because of that. They are two people who understand and share the burden of Gilead’s tyranny.

and I think this is further compounded by - and this isn't to shit on Luke or anything - but his attempt to be active and it going disastrously and June and Nick being the ones to get him out and doing so together.

June holds on to Luke when the patrol car comes and her instinct is to protect him

she holds onto Nick after he did what he had to to continue that protection and she goes to him for comfort after the shock

I don't know, I watched this episode and I just saw how these two characters were very much in love.

Anyway, there will be so many vids.

[townslore]

you dont wanna know how many times i teared up drawing this,

LOTS of explaining stuff under the cut,,

my bestie and i came up with a lot of new hcs for them today. mostly age stuff which i'll talk abt later but FIRSTLY oh my God the mouse plush. because they're kitty cats.

their mama made it for del originally when he was a baby. because they couldn't afford a lot del ended up giving it to bas when he was born. unfortunately, bas lost it during their time at the igniter facility, just like the paripus charm del gave him at some point.

also before anyone does point this out-- i do know metaphor has its own language letter writing system but Holy hell i'd rather die than figure that out. the way i wrote their names is supposed to be as if del wrote them, in reality it'd be like the actual letters they use. i tried simulating how kids write their names ( bc i see that a lot at my job ) and even wrote it with my left hand, aka my non dominant one, since i hc del is left-handed but he'd write these with his right hand, making it even more difficult for him.

ok now onto the stupid age timeline stuff that gives me a HEADACHE so i apologize if not everything makes complete sense

they live in a small hole-in-a-wall house which is basically just a big living room with a small kitchen space, and an attic. its in some different small corner in grand trad where mostly paripus stay

when del is 4 years old ; bas is born, their papa disappears not long after. presumably ended up like the first paripus you see in grand trad.

when del is 6 and bas is about to turn 3 ; their mama disappears ( well, dies, but they dont know how ) and they eventually end up homeless, still in grand trad

del 12 y/o bas 9 y/o ; as bas says in his third rank, he tries to enlist in the military but gets shut down for being too young, gets invited to the igniter experiment facility instead, not being told their true intentions. he tells del about it and he decides they'll join out of necessity for food and a better place to sleep.

del Maaaaybe around 16 y/o bas 12-13y/o ; this is the age where del stops growing, and bas doesnt proberly wake up one day. hes still short enough to carry and del breaks them out of there after around 4 years of hell. he makes it back to grand trad and rella hears him yell for help near the church ( dear lord please dont ask me how her canon age plays into this i cant think anymore )

; some point after this event they try enlisting in the military again and get in this time, where they.. presumably? meet louis and he takes interest in them.

all of this was put together with the help of my bestie and a lot of inspiration from my fav fanfic ever, "o welche lust" by antelopunny on ao3. go read it. now.

anyway dear god I hope this is good LOL feel free to add stuff or maybe even correct me if i happen to get anything wrong which was different in the game ( i dread the day their actual timeline gets revealed and all my headcanons die alongside it )

[moonsglare]

maybe the kid's bio parents had kept them some far away place for safety but a small kid's brain cant comprehend that idea so it assumes their parents just left them. i can see feixiao leaving for front line duty when they are asleep, so when it wakes up to no feixiao beside them, it feels abadoned again. when feixiao returns back to the base, she finds the kid curled up in some corner crying and when they see feixiao they run towards her and beg her to not leave them alone and that they will be good and won't annoy her ☹️☹️☹️☹️ i know her heart must have broke hearing their sobs.

if caiyi is alive when she meets the little kid, she's def seeing her little baby in them bonus if they are the same age. it breaks heart seeing how traumitized and heartbroken it is, always tries to cheer up the kid. she always tries to communicate the kid even if the convo is one-sided cuz she knows how isolated it feels.

other than feixiao, i can see the kid liking yukong a lot, maybe putting her up in #2 on the list of soliders they like. shes calm and isn't pushy like the soliders. the kid does become pampered a lot by the soliders, a lot of them have small siblings or families back home so seeing this kid just makes them want to have that closure of not being able to be with them at the moment.

military base isn't exactly best enviroment for a kid to grow up so feixiao will find the quickest way to meet up with r. it takes months for the kid to start falling asleep alone, they usually clinged to feixiao and r after they got close. weekly therapy sessions, i can see the kid getting into speech therapy since not speaking at such a young age can cause so much damage in their speaking abilities later in life.

when the kid grows up, maybe graduates high school, feixiao saves up all her holidays to be able to attend and seeing her little baby in a coat and a hat makes her realize how strong and grown up her baby is ☹️☹️

ok im done brainrotting sorry for yapping once i yap i cant be stopped 😭😭

i think it'd definitely be interesting if the kid feixiao found was more timid and skittish like you've described, because feixiao herself was the complete opposite when yueyu found her. feixiao knew from the start what she wanted to do; she wanted an end to the war, she wanted to ensure no one else had to suffer under the rule of the borisin. so for her kid to be more fearful would definitely be not an issue but a challenge to raise because she can't fall back on the way yueyu raised her.

she definitely becomes a lot softer with the kid. she wants them to feel safe above all else, and will go to great lengths to ensure it. her room while still deployed gains a few more knick-knacks instead of its usual spartan layout; whatever things for kids she can find on base she'll try to put in her room. so stuff like empty books and crayons so the kid can draw, a plush toy and the like. it'll be difficult for sure because those aren't things normally found on a military base, but feixiao makes it work until she gets to go home. she also moves her weapons to another room so the kid doesn't accidentally hurt herself.

feixiao would definitely keep an eye on the kid at all times if she can, especially around her troops. i don't think she'd let the kid even be alone with the troops, because most of the time they'll be armed to the teeth and it may startle or frighten the kid. that being said, there definitely are some she trusts more around the kid. i'd say moze > yukong, but only because in this specific moment in the au yukong is already retired and wouldn't be on base. moze, on the other hand, would, and i don't think he exactly "gets along" with the kid in the traditional sense but him being nearby does give the kid some sense of safety when feixiao isn't around because feixiao trusts moze. moze doesn't really "play" with the kid, moreso just sort of sitting nearby observing them and making sure they don't end up doing anything dangerous.

once feixiao returns from deployment though, the kid definitely warms up to yukong and jiaoqiu pretty quick. yukong because she just has that sort of air about her, motherly and calming, and the same goes for jiaoqiu but moreso in a chill uncle kind of way. they also warm up quickly to them because they can sense the amount of trust feixiao has in yukong and jiaoqiu. yukong and caiyi's daughter, qingni, is probably going to be a little older than the kid, but once feixiao's kid is more settled in they definitely become playmates. qingni likely takes on a more older sister role.

it takes a while for the kid to adjust to a peaceful life. i think initially the kid would be a little wary of r, solely because now at home feixiao's attention will be split between them and r, and it likely brings up some unpleasant feelings and fear of abandonment. but after some coaxing and talks from feixiao they'll come around to r, learning that feixiao has enough love in her heart for both of them. feixiao for sure gets therapy for the kid, and sits in when she can. she'll be so proud of them when they speak their first few full sentences, celebrating the achievement with a big dinner. she understands this is a battle her kid must face on their own, but it doesn't mean she can't support them as best she can. feixiao is very generous with her encouragement and it helps smoothen out the kid's journey to being able to speak like other kids their age.

there will definitely be tears at the kid's graduation, and really any big milestone in their life. she's also 100% going to be there, she dgaf. the xianzhou army can survive without her for one day. despite how they've grown, feixiao can never forget the way they were when she first found them. it's why she's so so proud of her baby and how far they've come. i think in some capacity it's healing for her too, in the sense that she returns to the battlefield over and over so that her kid would never have to. when she looks at her kid she sees all the reasons to keep fighting, but also to keep living. it's a very tender moment and the big strong general is all misty eyed when they step off the podium and run into her arms the way they did all those years ago.

[yallthemwitches]

After Dark

“James—I can’t get caught. I was on patrol—I’m a bloody prefect.”

She feels him smile against her throat before floating his way back up to her face, a hand cradling her cheek with a thumb drawing soft circles on her skin. 

“What? You think I’m going to let your good name be tarnished? C’mon Evans, you know me better.”

I accidentally wrote the @jilytoberfest day 16 prompt 🎶“My words are my faith, to hell with our good name”🎶 - Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy early so I’m just posting it today instead….I’ll post 15 tomorrow ;)

This one is more steamy than my other jilytobers but still T rated!

AO3 Here

“I thought you were escorting me back to the tower?”

Merlin help her, that's what she should be doing. If she had found anyone else out after curfew, that's exactly what she would have done: walked them back to their dorms, docked points, maybe even given them a stern talking to complete with finger wag. Instead, the only thing she’s given Potter is a push towards the wall, the rest clicking into place on its own. 

“I will—I’m just taking my time.” 

He crowds into her, her back flush against the wall, mouth trailing under her ear to her pulse point and stopping every so often to offer a faint is this ok? before delving back towards her. Hips press against hips, legs slotted to move bodies closer. 

She wonders how they keep getting away with it, him finding her in the darkness of her patrols, using the cavernous feeling of night to make whatever is now happening between them acceptable. She can’t remember when it started exactly, but she remembers it felt good. So good in fact that by this point she looks forward to when he inevitably finds her night after night, now wandering the halls searching more for him than for the rule breakers who skirt the darkness. 

“Is this ok?” He repeats again as he reaches behind her and wedges his hand between her arse and the wall, pushing his thigh into her pelvis. The hum she makes in response sounds too close to a moan and it emboldens him to keep kissing her, her mouth opening to him as his tongue edges inside. 

She’s trying to keep her bearings because if not she knows she is going to get lost in him. Every night they meet, they push each other just a bit further, unfocused on how far exactly they plan to take it—but it is difficult. Difficult because he smells like cinnamon and earth which reminds her of some distant Autumn. Difficult because the way his hair twists in her hands makes her want to do nothing else for the rest of her life. Difficult because if she lets her mind focus on anything lower than her stomach, she will become keenly aware that something else is pressing into her hip that isn’t his leg. 

He pushes his face into her shoulder as she lets her hands wander the length of his chest, sliding one up where his shirt has become untucked to touch bare skin. A soft oh wafts away from him and into the crook of her neck, so quiet that if it wasn’t for his proximity, she would have missed it entirely.

It’s one of the things that has surprised her the most in these moments: How quiet he is. The James she knows outside of these meetings is boisterous in every definition: making booming laughs in the middle of the library, crooning ballads at the top of his lungs on his way to classes, making clattering messes with his pranks. But here—- here he is soft, voice barely above a whisper, only panting out wisps of contentment as they meld together. Always with eyes hooded and dreamlike, it's as though in her arms his entire being is completely reduced to a whimper. 

They are reaching the threshold of new territory, but she doesn’t care. Everything inside her is screaming a loud and deafening yes. Not caring that she is on patrols, not caring that they are in a very public corridor, not caring that—

She hears some footsteps echo from the bend in the hallway. A faint light gets closer.

Ok, so maybe she cares a little. 

James is already at attention, years of rule-breaking now like a sixth sense to impending danger. He pulls away just enough for her to watch his eyes focus at a fixed point, frozen in place. The light is getting brighter, footsteps more audible but he continues to hold her sides, seemingly deliberating something. 

“James—we need to go.” 

Whatever his introspection, he snaps out of it, turning and pulling her into a run. 

“This way–quick.”

They are running in a direction away from the Gryffindor Tower, but she follows him anyway, unwilling to drop his hand as they go. They don’t go very far. Finding the first broom closet, James rips open the door and ushers her inside, casting a silencing and locking spell as he closes them into a different darkness. 

The room is cramped and she can smell the jugs of cleaning potions sticking into her back more than she can see them, but as he turns to easily slot himself back against her, she doesn’t have a reason to complain. 

“That should buy us some time.” 

He leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips, both of their hearts beating wildly from the running and the sheer reckless abandon of it all. She softens under him as his mouth continues on hers, tentative and warm. 

“They will try to open the door soon,” he says into the crook of her neck where he had been fluttering kisses down from her jaw. She starts to freeze in panic, but he keeps on with his ministrations, committed to milking the moment until the very last second. 

“James—I can’t get caught. I was on patrol—I’m a bloody prefect.”

She feels him smile against her throat before floating his way back up to her face, a hand cradling her cheek with a thumb drawing soft circles on her skin. 

“What? You think I’m going to let your good name be tarnished? C’mon Evans, you know me better.”

She wishes she could see his expression in the darkness because otherwise she doesn’t know how to take his word. In every way she turns it, they are about to be caught, her reputation no doubt dashed all because James Potter was too irresistible for his own good. 

He must sense her unease because he combs a hand through her hair and leans in close to her ear, lips tickling against her lobe. 

“Don’t worry Evans. I got you.”

Like the hammer of fate, the door knob rattles and Lily jumps. Behind the door, the voice of a girl makes a questioning hum and the unmistakable voice of Remus offers to use an unlocking charm.

Even in the darkness Lily can see that James doesn’t share the same horror of hearing his mate’s voice that she has. Instead, his eyes light up, body twisting against her to reach for something billowing and long behind him. Before she can question it, the weight of a blanket of some type settles over her head, her vision curiously not shrouded at all from being covered.

James pulls the fabric up to step under it for a moment, taking advantage one last time of the opportunity to put their bodies together. 

“Whatever happens you stay here against the wall until we are gone. Then keep this on until you are back in the dorms.”

She doesn’t have time to question because behind the door, Remus uses an unlocking incantation and the lock clicks open. In a second, James lets the fabric drop around her again and turns to the door, running a hand through his hair.

Light leaks into the closet and behind a lit wand she can see Remus’ and Maddie Cornell standing in the threshold. She can’t see his face, but she knows James’ body language enough to know that a cocky grin is plastered on his face. 

“Evening!”James exclaims, sounding more like someone passing by on a leisure stroll rather than being caught in a dingy cupboard. 

“James? What are you up to mate?” Despite being a prefect, Remus' voice sounds softer than the one Lily is used to hearing him use when catching rule breakers. 

“You know, having a think.” 

“Right, well– you know I’m going to have to dock points right?” There’s something in the undercurrent of Remus’ tone which is lost on Maddie and Lily, but is not lost on James. He steps out of the closet and towards his mate, shrugging in a way that says we all know I don’t care.

“Ah bugger—well, guess I’m walking back with you all then.” 

As James steps to start walking alongside Maddie, Remus stalls in the doorway, flashing his wand into the cramped space. Lily feels fear pool in her stomach and flattens herself against the wall, replaying James’ words like a mantra in her ear. Whatever happens you stay here against the wall until we are gone.

He takes a last glance around, eyebrow cocked in curiosity. A little ways down she hears Maddie call for him to catch up and Remus calls back, now closing the door with one last quizzical gaze into the darkness. 

Lily waits long after she can’t hear the sound of footsteps anymore, not daring even the smallest possibility that they are still out there. Once she finally steps back out into the corridor, the shadows and silence have taken over again, leaving her an easy path back to safety. 

When she finally settles back into her dorms, unscathed besides maybe her sanity, she thinks about how tomorrow Maddie will tell the school about finding him, detailing no doubt how he was disheveled and breathless and all alone in a locked closet–no doubt feeding the rumor mill for some time. She twists the cloak in her hands, and finds herself feeling something that has been encroaching on her for a while now: Despite it all, she’s thankful for him. Maybe in more ways than one.  

[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i���ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[ilovemydogaugust]

AAAAAA an excuse to talk about them!!1!!!!! @phantombegruvia NOT FORCING YOU TO READ!!! only tagging if you want to :D

i don’t have any art because i can’t draw for shit and my friends that have drawn him haven’t given me permission to post it so just trust my descriptions :D

tw gore, nothing very vivid though!

so my story happens in 1994, the main plot goes on in texas but obviously the overarching conflict is a problem worldwide. typical zombie stuff but i made my own disease for it; a parasite based on parelaphostrongylus tenuis will enter the hosts body and spread through its bloodstream until it reaches the hypothalomus, where it will settle down and lay its eggs. a tumor will grow where the tumor is planted and infect the hypothalomus whilst distorting neighboring parts of the brain and messing up its function, plus, the tumor very often grows to take over the victims entire skull, pushing the hosts eyes from their head and growing teeth and hair in its place. because of its placement in the brain and how it functions the tumor can also push a set of sharp teeth out of the victims gums. i named the tumor hypothaloma, though i’m yet to name the parasite or give the victims / zombies an actual name.

actual ocs now, i wont go into so much detail at once but tw for more gore + child abuse and drug use

so with that context, my main character is named thomas. he’s lived alone with his parents since his older brother moved out and cut contact with the entire family, his absence hurts, but he doesn’t comment on it. he’s been standoffish and quiet since he was a child and his mother has taken him to various psychiatrists to try and figure out why, but all it’s done is horribly misdiagnose thomas and make him feel like something’s wrong with him. on top of that, his father is a horrible abusive person, and as he’s gotten older and weaker he hits less but complains and berates twice as much as he used to. tom’s been dealing weed to try and make enough money to move out the second he turns 18, and by the time his birthday comes he already has a place in mind and enough cash to settle there. just a few days before he’s meant to leave though, he returns home to find both his parents dead- his father had unloaded nearly an entire gun on his mother before using the remaining bullet on himself. tom spent all his money burying his mother and was too shaken to try and earn it back, he ended up on the streets.

thomas had managed to get ahold of his brother after about six years of nothing and made plans to move up to california and stay with him. his brother sent him the money and information needed to do this but abruptly, a parasite spreading north of them made leaving the county, left alone the state, impossible. blockades kept him in one spot and soldiers that constantly patrolled the town made sneaking around it deadly, and eventually anyone without a home was forcibly redirected to makeshift shelters nearby. he agreed to go without much struggle, but the shelter was attacked and he fled with a bullet would in his waist. he was too scared to go back after the shooting and didn’t want to be forced back in by the army, so he started camping in abandoned buildings or alleyways and attempting to treat his wound with the little supplies he still had. it got more and more dangerous to be out alone and it was getting more and more difficult to find food or painkillers, he was feeling hopeless and had an urge to give up. and then, a kind older man found him alone behind an emptied apartment complex and offered him a place to stay and some food. he accepted

OK ive been going on for too long but thats really just backstory and a focus on one oc specifically lol!! if people are actually really interested in this ill keep going and tell you more about it and the other people in it and the actual story and maybe some writing too…. but only if that’s something you guys wanna see i know i normally don’t post about stuff like this but you are all so so sweet i love you guys!!

[kandavers]

Ok so question since I like to overthink things and I believe its better to ask!!; how exactly would I go about doing the little doodle sketch comm thing on your ko-fi ? Like I know it says in your carrd to provide proof that it was done but aside from that would you want it all in one message ? As in telling you what to draw n stuff ??? Sorry if this makes like ZERO sense I'm just being dumb and it's absolutely more simple than I'm making it out to be

Uhhh heres a step by step for the autisms!

Go to my Ko-Fi and click the little button that says "Tip" and give me 5 dollar 😈

Once the payment has been processed, screenshot the confirmation/thank you page

Message me (on preferrably Discord @/kandavers) and send the screenshot !! (Youre totally free to say 'hello' first lol)

You can describe whatever you want me to draw for your 5$ doodle, in as many messages as you like, OR you can wait for me to reply first and we can talk back and forth (PS. I dont mind the spam!!! Ramble all you want 🗣🗣🗣)

I will try to reply to you shortly afterwards (if you said 'hello' to me i will probably say 'hello' back) and then we can either continue discussing (if you havent given me a drawing request already) or Ill get on with the drawing and get back to you once there is progress!!

Here are some things you might want to note when you come up with your request:

My 5$ Ko-Fi doodles allow up to 2 characters max!!! Additional characters after that will have additional charge

Erm. Thats about it LMAO

If you have any questions regarding my commissions, feel free to ask :D (You can send me Asks or DM me on Discord !!) (Normally I would accept DMs on other platforms too but theyre really inconvenient for me since the notifications are bad and it's difficult for me to like. pin messages and stuff... so yeah!!!)

[chihiro-mcdonaldz]

Do you have any appearance/body hcs for the cast?

sipping on my water and giggling (sorry it took so long to answer I was being lazy again)

well I can def think on it!! let's see what I come up with :D

I saw another post that said pear body shape isono and I honestly couldn't agree more. I have nothing else to add, this is literally perfect

soft arms harada. I don't make the roles. oh, and also probably has more moles on his back. probably lightly freckles during the summer due to being in the sun at the zoo so much

chiba would probably be in between shoe sizes, which makes shoe shopping living hell. oh, and her hair probably grows oddly quickly

similar with chiba, kamimura's hair also probably grows in quickly. it seems like every other week he's re dying his roots

naturally clear skin for mai (no I'm not projecting.. totally.), like literally. could go once a week washing her face with literal hand soap she she would still be glowing

I feel like wada would have a chip of one of his ears missing. either love or cartilage, it doesn't matter. just a little notch that's hard to notice unless you really look

Sasaki seems like the type to naturally have thinner arms/shoulders, and would struggle to wear bracelets sometimes because they're super loose on her wrists. also prominent collarbone, really defined

ojima is probably leanly muscular for some reason. the reason being that he just gains muscle really easily. even small things like carrying a big stack of papers would help. oh, and really defined forearms/triceps

don't get me STARTED on okazaki. ok, well first of all, top surgery scars, but I feel like thats canon to a certain degree. probably has a lot of minor scars in other places due to scarring easily. same for bruising. literally could slightly brush past a table and suddenly get injured. (partially projecting here..)

hama would have really strong hands and callsued fingers from playing bass. (once again taking canon and expanding on it) oh, and also probably has oddly soft hair, and thick too. literally the definition of naturally blessed hair

tsuno!! probably has drawings on her hands and arms from volunteering with younger kids who like to draw on her. more of a general hc, but I feel like she would have slightly shaky hands whenever she's a little stressed

oh hiroaki.. also probably bruises easily. mainly on his arms, actually. I'd imagine he has some degree of light sensitivity after constantly wearing sunglasses

tamba my girl ever! I feel like her hair would naturally be a little curly? not like, SUPER notable, but a few waves here and there. she or her mom probably straightened it a lot, which lead to it being kinda dead, which leads to its naturally fluffy look now

hasegawa omg! probably has short nails from tearing them off, same for roughed up cuticles from picking at them. also has "naturally pigmented lips" but in actuality just constantly bites them which gives the swollen and pink/red appearance. could have rosacea also, or it's just a constant blush due to nervousness. you never know

oh watari how I love you.. def has long legs and always has, which is difficult for looking for pants/skirts, but not too much of a big deal. also probably has lightly defined muscle from dance and gives really strong hugs

ugh.. yanagi /j I love him I swear 😭 ok but honestly? I feel like his eyes would always shine really pretty in the light. sunlight is his best friend, I swear!!! oh, and literally a nail tech's DREAM. for some reason, his nail beds are naturally so perfect for any sort of manicure its insane 🙏 oh and also probably thin fingers, too. a lot of dexterity also

ok ok I had a lot more fun than I thought I'd have with this thank you for this ask 🙏 thank you guys ily

[angev111696969n]

ok just back for a minute to tell you that i went to tasmania and quit weed and reduced my caffeine/stimulant intake, experienced every side effect of cws/stimulant withdrawal, let it flow from me into the world. saw aurora. went to the ghetto. saw a castle on the hill with emus. literally dried up with cracked lips. ate nothing not by choice. stared at nothing. vomited in the morning after i dreamt of buildings, sterile with floating staircases and snow dogs that turned on me. dreamt of a kind of trade fair where i dragged my worst ex within an inch of his life and said the most horrible stuff i could ahaha. reconnected with my mum which is amazing, to feel that i can know her again. realised i can quite powerfully stand up to people when provoked and really retaliate in a way that is kinda life affirming i guess. thought about the things i want from my life and how to make some parts of it easier. but it had me thinking about the timelines we've been through. fringe beliefs, music, arguments, friendship, flirtation, disquiet drawing back, abandonment etc. quaint radioactive meadow of blogs type sh. but at times i was really unwell lol but it doesn't help that i carved the niche of my own bs and just let it run for years goaded off the feedback i'd get, and yet it's also created opportunities for me and allowed people to appreciate me. by expressing an openness i couldn't in person until later on. which i've reached now. but the main problem of this blog for me was that what i was saying was bleeding into real life semi-frequently and it's really frustrating because i'm reluctant to directly share this with people i met first outside of this because it creates a lot of problems for me. puts me in the position where i feel like there are limitations on what i'm able to express on what is obviously an unserious stream of consciousness journalling thing for me. there are more interpretations than literal is my only advice but also it's fair enough to be annoyed at me. i used to find it fun to make fun of how sheltered or basic people can be or how they exist in a less psychic way than me ahaha, whereas now post-addison and for the first time in my life having really good friends and stable housing i feel embarrassed that my pain inflected me to that degree. but creativity is absolute to me and it's nothing without pain or negativity and at the risk of indulging in this style of thinking, if you can't relate to the extremity or judgement that comes from what i say, even as hypothesis, you should also be able to appreciate that i come to this position through factors which have made and continue to make my life tangibly difficult, in circles and worlds that i don't feel like i can be understood in. which is the loop through which i'm generating my perception. but will continue to take my mind and my body to extreme places because i believe in it as an artistic ideology and clearly something about that as an outlook resonates with people. even if they despise it like idek. i'm really happy again and i have reached a nodal point in the synthesis of how random and fragmented my life has been, and everything i've absorbed, to finding a security in realising i'm not what's wrong with me and my life has been really hard for someone my age relative to my disposition/environment and i needed to find people who could appreciate the poetry or mythology of what that means in the world as it presently appears. how headphones in your pocket exhibit chaos theory, scaled up to banality and lowness and crassness and everything analagous to that being the thing i identify with because of the m.o. to resist any further enculturing or cultivation. though that continues as my own brand of paradox. so... to feel as immersed in my life experiences as i wrongfully imagine other people are. getting over that for the slay. to the final photo dump and the boy it contains that the censor sent away because of its own limitations. as osmosis, moving across gradients of expression to self-enclosure.

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[thelittleangel]

Stay with me

tags: Daryl Dixon x male reader, male reader, hurt/comfort, angst, immune reader

warnings: blood, graphic violence at one part, read at your own risk, zombies, heavy angst.

note: this was one of my more difficult ones to write, so I sincerely apologize if it is slow in some places.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!! THERE IS HEAVY ANGST IN THIS FIC!!!!

My heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t really help it, scavenging in these gas stations and grocery stores. It always heightens my anxiety. I always over think of the ‘what ifs.’

What if there’s a group of walkers?

What if there’s other people and they’re hostile?

What if, what if, what if.

My eyes dart between the aisles, scanning for movement. I turn back to the shelf and resume stuffing my bag with whatever’s left of the canned goods. I listen out for myself, focusing on the cans.

I hear the scrape of the cans against the metal shelf. They clack as they join the other cans in the bag. I can hear the birds outside the store. I look out the window. The sun’s out, the light filtering through the trees.

A hand was suddenly on my shoulder. I jump, dropping the bag in my hands.

My hand goes to the knife in its hilt on my side. I draw, pointing it at whoever’s behind me.

A hand catches my wrist, blocking my attack. “Easy, tiger.”

It’s just Daryl.

His blue eyes meet mine. “Jus’ wanted to make sure you’re alrigh’.”

“I’m ok.” I bend down to pick up the bags of cans. Rummaging around to make sure none of them busted in their fall. All of them were good. He watches me as I bend down to pick them up. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

He looks out the glass doors. I watch as his face turns to that look he gets when he’s about to shoot something. I hear that all too familiar rasping growl behind us. I yank my backpack on, not even glancing behind me. My knife is out of its sheath once again.

We run toward the back hall, disappearing into an unlit corridor. I pull out a flashlight from the side pocket of my backpack. The light is weak, but it’s enough to see by.

From the front of the building, I hear glass breaking. The groans of nearby walkers get louder and louder. I hear Daryl swear under his breath.

We walk further down the hall, quickly locating the back exit. I reach for the doorknob, but he stops me.

“What?”

“We don’t know what’s out there.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Jesus Christ, we do not have time for this.”

“You got a better plan?”

I don’t. He’s looking at me, waiting for an answer that I don't have. He presses his ear to the door. The growls are getting louder and louder.

“Anything?” I whisper to him.

He looks at me and then back at the door. It’s at this moment that my flashlight decided to die. I hear his feet shuffle as he stands up. I look up at him, but it’s no use. We can’t see each other.

I open the door, stepping out into the blinding sunlight. I can’t see anything for a moment, but my vision clears up seconds after that. But it was seconds too late. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, with a walker on top of me.

I squirmed and kicked. I landed one on its leg that got it to stumble back a little bit. I scrambled to get back on my feet, reaching for my knife. The worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life exploded in my shoulder.

Those snarls fill my ears, as it chews on my shoulder. I grab my knife, ready to stick it into this thing's brain, but an arrow beats me to it.

I shove the body off of me. Stumbling to my feet, I turn towards Daryl. He drops his crossbow. His eyes never leave my shoulder. Looking down, my shirt was stained red. I look back up at him, but he won’t stop looking at my shoulder.

“Daryl-”

“No.”

“You have to.”

He finally looks away from me.

“There’s no other way. I’ve only got a little bit of time, and i’d like to spend it causing the least amount of pain possible.”

“The least amount of pain?! You say you want ta cause the least amount of pain when you ask me to-”

He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.

“Just give me-”

“A few minutes? That we don’t have?”

“Please.”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. I walk over to a curb and sit down. He looks over at me with so much sadness. I pat the curb beside me. He sits with me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me, but he doesn’t shrug me away.

“I’m so sorry.”

I look up at him. “For what?”

He looks down at my shoulder.

“It was bound to happen.”

He shakes his head.

“Hey Dar?”

“Mmmm?”

“Tell me a story.”

We sat like that for a while. Swapping stories, laughing. I did my best to forget what was about to happen. I don’t know why, but this wasn’t like the other infections I've seen. They got nauseous, feverish, like a horrible case of the flu. This felt like I was just going to fall asleep.

I wrapped my hand around Daryl's arm and closed my eyes for what felt like the last time.

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Daryl looked down at your body. You looked sweet, like you were just sleeping, instead of turning into a cannibalistic monster.

He gently reached over, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your skin was cool, but not cold.

He began to maneuver your body, so you were laying on the ground. He sat back on the curb, watching you. Waiting for you to wake up, or move, or do something.

Minutes turn into hours.

Daryl had a horrible idea.

Reaching his hand over, he placed two fingers on your neck. Quiet, and too far apart, but there’s still a pulse. Your breathing is shallow.

He takes his hand back, his calloused fingers accidentally brushing your eyelashes.

He sat back onto the curb. His face in his hands, trying to pretend like he doesn’t care, like he’s not crying.

Another hour passed.

If you were breathing, he couldn’t tell. He stood up walking over to the dead walker. He yanked his arrow out of the thing's head with an ugly squelch. He spotted your knife laying near him and picked it up.

A small hunting knife. Not used for much, but in your hands it was a deadly tool. You always found a way to make use of something. To keep everything included in the big picture. Like you always found a way to include him.

Turning the knife in his hand, the light of the sun caught on the blade.

He threw it down, the metal clattering against the pavement.

He rolled the walker over, kicking it in the teeth. Kicking and punching the corpse repeatedly until he’s had his fill. Walking over and sitting on the curb.

Watching you lay on the ground. He sits, not inches from you, and he doesn’t know how to help.

Picking up the knife, he moves to sit beside you. His knuckles flexing around the grip. Almost no signs of life from you. Using his other hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his rough hands scratching your cheek.

“I Hope yer listenin’, because I’ll say this only once. I’m sorry I let this happen to you. You shouldn’t have to go this soon. You meant so much to all of us. To the group, and to me especially. You made me so happy. I was glad to call you my friend. I just wish…”

At this he pauses, looking up at the sunset. “I just wish I had just a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”

He raised the knife, looking down at you.

“C’mon, baby. Open those pretty eyes of yours.”

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The first thing I notice is the noise. The leaves rustling, and I hear someone talking.

“….wish I had a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”

The voice is soft and sad. And I know that voice.

I can’t move. Why can’t I move?

My friend just told me he loves me and I can’t even move.

Move, dammit!

Why does my shoulder hurt?

Oh.

I got bit?

I got bit?!

Is this what they all feel like?

That can’t be right.

I feel the pavement underneath me.

Why am I laying down?

I clench my fingers. Well, at least I can do that.

I open my eyes, but I can barely see. The light is so bright. I hear him scramble back.

I turn my face toward him. My throat feels raspy, and I take a deep breath in.

He looks both horrified and bereaved.

“Daryl?”

I slowly reach out my hand toward him, pain shooting through my shoulder and arm. He looks from my hand, to my shoulder, to my face.

He raises the knife in his hands, his muscles tense to strike. I raise my arms above my head, trying to block a potential blow.

He stops, his arm still poised above my head.

“You’re alive?”

I nod slowly, not really understanding for myself.

He drops the knife, bringing me in for a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as if he were the last person on earth.

He’s warm against me. Holding him in my arms feels like a dream. I was so close to dying, and yet here I am. Holding my friend, who just told me he loves me.

“I heard what you said.”

His grip tightens around me.

I pull away so that I can see his face. He looks at me with love and concern.

I kiss him quick, holding him as tightly as I can.

“My shoulder.”

I see him glance at my shoulder, and then back to my eyes.

“What if we told Rick what happened?”

“What if they kill you?”

“We should tell Rick. He’ll see that I don’t have any symptoms. The worst that could happen is he locks me up for a few days.”

“Or they will kill you. I can’t let that happen.”

I kiss him again. Holding in my arms, I’ve never been so unsure. But I know that whatever happens, I’ll have him.

[the-carnival-of-time]

......all the lil dudes running around the moon kinda look like a child version of the Happy Mask Salesman, the only other model I find them similar to are the bombers.

And the moon is obviously heaven like who wouldn't want to go there when they die personally that tree makes me think "tree of life" but this is me blabbing

But with all that said and a theory I once heard about the Happy Mask Salesman being a deity (also considering he resides in a place unaffected by time and isn't tempted by an evil mask, the children of the moon also mention him) has me at a hmmmmm now.

Like the children are angels and the Mask Salesman is a moon deity. The moon is symbolic of healing, magic, and wisdom. The Mask Salesman is aware of Link's "terrible fate" of being turned into a Deku, and heals him through magic of song, and passes this along. Not only does he heal Link, the song gives the ability to turn broken souls into masks. He states it's magic and healing. The Mask Salesman knows every mask in Link's possession and its powers. He notes Link possesses "tremendous courage". He's able to tell by holding Majora's Mask that it's purified. He always knows how much time Link has, despite residing in a place unaffected by time. Why is it unaffected by time?? The moon is of water element. Water is fluid, moving, easily changeable in form. This is personified in just about every interaction with him. As a Cancer rising, the Mask Salesman is quite the erratic and emotional character.

Link, Skull Kid and the Mask Saleman are all from Hyrule. (Confirmed through in-game text) They all traveled into the Lost Woods and found a parallel world, but before Link followed Skull Kid to Termina, Skull Kid found the Saleman first. Every event in the game was due to Majora's curse, likely even to the point of it getting snatched off the Mask Salesman, causing him to follow Skull Kid and bump into the Hero of Time, following him to Termina.

The Mask Salesman had the mask because he knew its powers. What better person? He's wise and passionate. Majora's Mask misfortuned the Mask Salesman by pure karma of being a cursed object, drawing Skull Kid to cross his path, causing the Mask Salesman to seek out who he already knew just saved Hyrule, the same boy he sold masks to in the Hyrule market. But where was the Mask Salesman after Link went forward in time 7 years? No where to be found in Hyrule, yet...SKull Kid is still in Lost Woods blowing blow darts at adult Link. But

As I said, when the Happy Mask Salesman meets Link in Termina, he's already aware Link saved Hyrule. "Is this not a simple task? Why, to someone like you, it should by no means be a difficult task" And what a condescending tone a frustrated, but knowing, mother would use. (Sun=Father Moon=Mother) Zelda turned back time, but the Mask Salesman knows Link saves Hyrule. He also knows before Link takes his first step into Clock Town, Link has a 3 day time limit.

AND all the Sages in Twilight Princess have masks we just gonna act like that's a coincidence ok. What about every concept design of Midna having a mask and landing on the one that has the EXACT SAME EYE as Majora's. The Mask Salesman says himself that Majora's Mask comes from an ancient tribe.

I mean wtf is all this.

[ded-ahh]

Last and final

Part1(hoshina x y/n)

*still no NSFW

*lazily written, so pls don't make your expectations high

*still long and easy to read

Gen narumi x y/n park (backstory in part 1)

Art by me(the girl is y/n or in other words, you)

After passing the test, you and y/n choi(hoshina fans) got separated, if only y/n choi also uses firearms instead of melee weapons, you two wouldn't have to be separated.

You were introduced by Eiji hasegawa, he led you to the captain's office, once you arrived you were surprised to see a room instead of an office, chips everywhere, stacks of manga, and a BED???

After a bit of nagging from vice captain eiji, you start to introduce yourself

"hello, im y/n park, im the new officer from korea, thank you for having me"

"stop the formalities, call me narumi, formalities don't really matter here in 1st division, what matters here is your abilities and skills"

fascinated and pressured, you salute and he bonks your head with his hands

"i told you to stop the formalities didn't I?????!?"

"now that you've finally met, I'll lead you to your room" Eiji Stated

"NOW NOW ,GO, GO, i just got a game over because of this"

As you and eiji were about to walk out, narumi halts the two of you

"wait, you said you're a defense force from korea correct?"

"Yes!"

"no wonder why your combat power was high, also, the other one, i refuse to accept her, she reminds me of a certain bowl cut in the 3rd division"

"ah, i see.."

"and just so u know, i have 98.1 expectations from you since you're a defense force before, so its normal to expect something high, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOUR STRONGER THAN ME ALRIGHT, DON'T GET MY EXPECTATIONS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, IMM STILL STRONGER GOT IT?!"

Happy from this news you exclaimed "I WON'T LET YOU DOWN CAPTAIN!" And you left.

The next day, your training in korea and here were no different, both were challenging.

Overall your days here were great and normal, nothing much different in korea. But if you compare the strategies and way of protecting, here and in korea, korea was more on the sky and here in Japan was more on land, in korea, each officer used personalized jets and planes, if a jet starts to malfunction or on the verge of crashing, it releases the officer as they start shooting mid air, while the melee weapon user officers went inside the kaijus and destroy their core from the inside

Planes do mostly the same thing, however, they immediately deploy officers once they reach the target and leave the scene once finished deploying.

One day, on a kaiju mission, you somehow ran out of bullets, and decided to retreat and go back to where the others are, and unfortunately, a kaiju was in front of you, now both your back and front have a kaiju moving towards you, the only way left is the building.

Without hesitation you went inside and ran towards the rooftop while both kaijus are after you

As soon as you reach the rooftop, you jump, landing on the ground while in the high ground wasn't difficult since you had a personalized jet before

To your dismay, as soon as you land on the ground, another pair of kaijus appears, at this point you're completely surrounded, kaijus above, back, front, and one on every side, there is no way out

*i decided to just draw it at this point cuz i have no idea how to keep the same hype with this

Ok, i give up, want part 3? I seem to have a writer- block or idk what you call it, but i can't remember how to write🥹

[viktoriakomova]

What's wrong with the ballet footage? Gen question, I don't know much about ballet

ok i will separate this into 2 parts, glaring fundamental flaws and pedantic nitpicky shit (which, to be fair, should only be corrected once the former are dealt with. but it looks like neither are happening any time soon so...)

Part 1: The Egregious

Zero turnout happening. Usually i'd point to the hips and talk about if the rotation is coming from the hips (good) or the knees and/or feet (bad very bad and kinda dangerous esp in gymnastics). but they arent even doing that.

The arms. The elbows should be slightly bent to create a "curved" look. The arms should be held up and in front of you with your hands around the height of your belly button, supported from your upper back muscles. The girl in the back (nola???) actually has hers pretty good (ignoring the hands, see below) but i would say she should have them a little lower and it looks like her delts are doing the work to keep her arm lifted instead of her back muscles.

Alignment. its difficult to tell from this one screenshot (i refuse to put in the effort to watch these frames 100x to get a great one im sorry) both because the legs are straightening (after what is ostensibly a plié lol) and bc of the camera angle, but you should be able to draw a straight vertical line from the ball of the foot to the hips to the shoulders. again the girl in the back looks a lot better than jade or kayla here.

More issues with turnout here that are more evident (bc theyre making an actual attempt to turn out here) they're starting to turn in passé here, i wont bother trying to articulate what the legs are supposed to look like bc miss betty okino here is doing it correctly xoxo.

i'll start with leanne. her supporting leg is actually quite nice and she's very high up on relevé, her ankle is straight/extended and right on top of the ball of her foot with her knee straight and quads engaged. however the leg she's bringing up to passé (pretty late, since shes turning, i should add) is basically totally turned in. the muscles in the hip that rotate the leg outward are doing nothing. the leg should be turned out from the hip the whole time you're bringing the foot up to the front of the knee.

now onto kayla. i circled the reflection because you can see the leg positions better, the video crops it out. she has the same issue with the hip turnout of the free leg, but her supporting leg is also turned in. look at the knee in the reflection. it's basically not turning out at all, but her supporting foot is like 45º turned out. considering that they're turning in this screenshot, thats bad news. turning out from the foot (ie rotating outward at the ankle) instead of the hip puts a lot of torque on your knee. its obviously not nearly as severe as the stress that twisting into the ground on a tumbling pass would put on it, just bc of the force being applied there, but its still not harmless.

Part 2: The Nitpicky

The hands...... how are the fingers (jade's and kayla's) the body part doing the most work here 💀 broken wrists (but like. tense and intentional, inexplicably???), palms facing the floor. hyperextended fingers. thumbs rotated away/out from the palms. the wrist should be straight but not rigid, it should complete the "curve" mentioned above when i talked about the elbows. the thumbs should be in, but again not taut, just relaxed by the rest of your fingers. its hard to explain verbally how the fingers should be, but they shouldnt be taut and/or stuck together either (aka pancake hands or karate chop hands lol). the girl in the back, her hand would be decent if she put her thumb in and rotated her wrist 90º counter-clockwise

Forward head carriage. That's my only gripe about Girl In The Back's posture, and even that isnt really Bad, otherwise it's great. Kayla's would be fine too but her shoulders themselves are a little too forward. Jade's is.... not great, it looks like she carries a lot of tension in her neck. i typed this whole post hunched over in my bed tho so.... do as i say not as i do ;)

i didnt bother editing the picture to circle it lol but kayla's foot is sickled in the pic with okino

also the first pic is hard to look at alignment/posture bc none of them are on the same count kfjdkjfkdjfk so musicality is a big fat L there