#animal characteristic

[beaulesbian]

I was once again thinking about this goofy Luffy moment after his Lucci punch™ and i had to see it frame by frame.

first the force of it throws them both away, and while Lucci is seen on screen tumbling for a long moment, Luffy is just away in a blink of an eye.

and then his funny scene - his legs are like jelly that he tries to get under control,

he stumbles, falls, rolls into a mix of all his limbs and eyes,

and then only the cloud behind him cushions his fall

- which would be interesting if he can subconsciously control that while he tries to regain the control over his movements - that the environment around him still adapts to his awakened Devil Fruit abilities and morphs to help him. Where others would probably fall through that cloud, for Luffy that cloud backs him up like a trampoline.

It's just fascinating!

[shouldbedrawingrn]

women thats it thats the post, got sidetracked but i really wanna draw funny shit from the latest newsletter this week lol

[bulletsxlattes]

Lover, hunter, friend, and enemy. ☆ A rabbit and a panther

[ghostlysoaps]

Creature/monster AU

Soft warning for mature language and themes

Soap is staring at him. This, in and of itself, isn't unusual. It's like their very own game of cat-and-mouse. Watching and waiting to get caught in the act, diverting their attention only after the other catches their gaze to keep. The switch occurs, and then it's up to each of them to decide how much blatant attention is enough.

Ghost grits his teeth under the relative safety of his mask but doesn't take his eyes off the road. He can't afford to with the headlights off even if he sees better in the dark than most – not with the loops and curves and potential threat hunting them.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Soap eventually asks, an hour and some into their mad dash to safety.

Ghost wishes he could parrot the question back at him while replacing the last word with "what.” It wouldn't work, he knows that. Playing the fool isn't Ghost’s strong suit and Soap wouldn't care to indulge him anyway. Not with the way his leg is bouncing, ears flicking, gaze as piercing as a knife between the ribs. A bloodhound who's caught a whiff of wounded prey. 

"No," is what he says instead, short, concise and brokering no room for argument.

"I think we should."

But then, Soap would argue with a brick wall on the off-chance he could win.

"Drop it, Sergeant."

Soap's face twists, canines flashing as he gives himself to irritation, eyes flashing gold.

"It was wearing my face while trying to coax ye into dicking it down, Ah'd say there's plenty to discuss."

"It was trying to get me close enough to wring my neck."

"Och, aye. Strange way t'go about it." The glower he levels Ghost with burns against the side of his face. "Sure there's nothing you wanna tell me? Might've helped dislodge that stick up yer arse if you'd let it–"

Ghost swerves abruptly, takes them off the main road to rest beneath a canopy of trees, on a path too overgrown to count as one, cutting Soap's questioning in half as the man yelps and slams a hand against the window to steady himself. The car slows to a stop and then one of Ghost's claw-tipped hands are on Johnny’s face, digging deep divots into the fat and muscle around his chin and jaw. He uses it to shake Soap's head from side-to-side. Not scruffing, but a show of displeasure nonetheless. One familiar to wolves. 

When Soap opens his mouth to protest, Ghost gives in to the urge to slot his thumb inside the warm cavern and draws a shallow line across it that quickly wells with blood.

"One more word," he snarls, "and I'll cut your tongue right out of your fucking mouth."

Soap stares at him, all wide-eyed and stricken, for a moment, just the one, before his lips stretch into a smirk around the digit in his mouth. He seals his lips over it, hollows his cheeks on a mean suckle, and then nips it with too-sharp teeth the moment Ghost pulls it out as if burnt, causing that lopsided smirk to broaden. 

"Shouldn't threaten me with a good time, sir."

"You're off your head." 

"I can smell arousal, y'know," Soap says, redirecting the conversation with all the gracefulness Ghost shows in his driving. "But not on you, can't ever smell anything on you. Drives me up the fuckin' wall." Soap shakes his head with a laugh, glances at Ghost from under his lashes. He's still smiling. "Sirens... now they don't need pheromones to get in yer head and root out yer darkest desires, an' they don't resort to shape-shifting into a specific guise unless there's a chance it'll work on their target."

"It didn't."

"I could tell by the bullet ye put through its heid. Dinnae even hesitate for a second."

Ghost's fingers flex at the reminder and Soap's eyes flit to them momentarily.

"You've a cold heart, Lt."

"Told you that already," Ghost rasps.

"Why me?"

And it sounds like begging, those two words, spoken in a beckoning call of their own, pleading for a truth Ghost is refusing to admit to anyone, least of all himself.

"You're attractive, Soap, that's all there is to it."

Soap deflates, sinking back into his seat with his face turning towards the window. Shoulders slumped, ears pinned back, as if he were a puppy expecting praise and finding a boot hurtling towards his side instead. It's jarring. Not wholly unexpected, but hell if it doesn't drive a blade straight through Ghost's aforementioned heart – something serrated and hooked sawing through his sternum to tear at raw nerves.

He should leave them there, within the rapidly growing chasm of distance he'd longed to create since Soap first bumped a fist against his shoulder.

"I knew it wasn't you."

It's the thinnest sliver of an olive branch, incapable of flowering with how slight and insignificant it is.

Soap takes it nonetheless.

"How's that?"

"Because your attempts at flirting are as bad as your jokes."

Johnny, incandescent with rage, comes back alive as if electrocuted and with slew of profanity to boot. He rants at Ghost for a solid half-hour, all ire and with no regard for propriety or rank, dressing him down as thoroughly as any drill sergeant back at basic. Anger is a good look on him. Joy is too. Emotions of any kind as long as they're far from the empty vessel Ghost had glimpsed before.

He lets out a breath he can't remember holding as Johnny’s voice steadily washes away the memory of blood in the sand and dimmed, unseeing eyes, blue as the summer's sky, staring unblinking ahead.

[dragonnan]

Cattle Drive: Dreamling AU Spicy Sexy Times

So much cropping was required lol!!

Part of my Cow Sandman AU series (inspired by the brilliant @amielot's Cow/Cat comic AU - no infringement intended as this is pure homage of love and adoration towards a brilliant creator)

Click HERE to view the full sized, NSFW, version

[deuce-t-agere]

Baby Logan 100% tries to sneak animals into the mansion all the time

Strays? He’s bringing them to the mansion

Neglected animal he saw in passing once on a mission? He got everyone he could in on a plan to go and get them. 20 people have shown up at some abandoned house to simply unchain a dog bc Logan decided it was their most important mission ever

Forest critters? Definitely coming inside. They had to get a lot more strict with him about animals being brought inside after he brought a family of skunks in

Lost pets? Oh yes. They were unattended, so clearly they are for him to bring home. Several people have had to explain that just because a pet got out, doesn’t necessarily mean that they are neglected or that they have bad owners

Zoo animals? You better believe he���ll try. He once got a penguin all the way home, but got caught when Scott found him sneaking a bunch of frozen fish into his room for his new friend

He will cry and then ignore whoever it is that catches him and told him that he wasn’t allowed to keep his new friends. But it hasn’t stopped him yet

His record for keeping an animal hidden from everyone is 1 day, his record with help of those who support his sneaking animals in was 2 weeks, then the deer got into the kitchen and Jean found it

Having animal empathy and just being generally well experience in nature makes obtaining animal friends very easy for Logan

[timidteratoma]

Day 20: Yi Qi

Gotta keep those feathers clean

[dlartistanon]

My brand + critters

[iceclew]

I am the monster you created You ripped out all my parts

And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw that I needed you more

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Wow, definitely not what I expected from myself today, but since I started practicing backgrounds, I've been drawing more artsy/painterly and well... then - as often happens - a certain soundtrack hit me and I couldn't stop.

Had no Mr. No. 9-art here anyway on my blog. He's a very fascinating villian character to me. I'm always wondering what he's doing next, what he might be feeling. IF he is feeling and what he is thinking. Kudos, Matsumoto, tha's a good villain here (even if one might want to argue the late game overpowering, which I agree to, but that's more of a typical genre trait to me)

music-wise - going back and forth these songs from Arcane: What could have been - Sting, Ray Chen Goodbye - Ramsey Guns for Hire - Woodkid

[catwouthats]

No thoughts, just wolverine mamas holding their kits with their little white fur coats

[rununcal]

A more biological twist for some of the chapter 7 guys! Me being me, I love icky little guys, so here’s some iterations based on the hammerhead worm and medicinal leech respectively! (Fun fact: most images of blood-sucking leech mouths are actually lamprey mouths! This is probably because lamprey mouths are terrifying and I’ll leave it at that. Leeches have a triangular set of teeth that leaves a triangular mark when they bite.

(Sorry about the lack of image ids. I wrote them but Tumblr said haha no you didn’t and then they were erased. I’ll make them when I have the energy again!)

Extra:

Haha Biology Joke haha. Where am I.

Also I really like this Banban design I made but i kinda fucked up his shading so he’s a bonus now. Without the shading.

[mangajams]

They're raising their kids so well 🥹

From: You who wants to love

[izvmimi]

cw: nsfw, minors dni, hybrid!bakugou but like barely, rough sex, reader has breasts, impact play

the loud cries you make with every drag of his barbed cock along your walls would be disconcerting if not for the fact that you're clearly into it, cheeks flushed and panting as katsuki lays on top of you and takes what he wants.

his weight is heavy and familiar, and he glides across your sweat-glistened bodies with practiced ease, angling with every thrust so that no part of your insides rests untouched. his forearm, the one that keeps you pinned down and stable for him, rests steady along your shoulders, and you lie on your belly, smothered into the mattress save for your head rested to the side. you are loud, practically yowling, and that's the way he likes you.

the grunts don't stop, accenting every sloppy slap, slap, slap as he claims your body for his, slowing intermittently to slap your ass, eyes lighting up with pleasures as he watches it jiggle with the impact. you gasp, and he smirks in response, then speeds up ever time, giving you absolutely no rest. sliding his hands down the length of your arms and pulling them in front of you, he continues to snap his hips, intertwining gently clawed fingers with yours; your fingertips curl around the bedsheets as his strokes grow deeper, and his tongue laves against the soft skin of the nape of your neck.

he bites and marks you and the pain of it is a sharp flash of white in your eyes before your mind hazes, settling between the veneer of sexual gratification.

now limp, fucked boneless, bakugou breathes out and practically peels you off the bed, so that you lay against him instead, still connected, back pressed to his chest. his hands cup your breasts, and he is still thick inside you - you're stuck together like glue.

"do you feel okay, baby?" he asks. his fingers smooth down the mounds of your breasts and pinch around the nipples. he kisses the spot where his canines have sunk in gently, the mixing salt of your sweat and the tiniest trickle of blood delicious to him, enticing... enough that he starts to thrust upwards again, slowly, reflexively...

you sigh and nod.

the two of you continue.

[the-nysh]

By the way, if anyone was curious about any more organized close combat choreography from Stampede's ep12 finale, my short answer would be.....uhhhhh lmao, not really? :'D

Except for a few familiar tonfa-gun parries while Vash deliberately shielded Meryl for her to escape (note how he takes his eyes off Knives for a moment to check back on her, likely his nonverbal signal she acknowledges from him to go), the close gunshot that Knives deliberately matrix-dodged away, and the cool midair backflip Vash did outside, the entire final boss 'fight' was pretty much the most elaborate 'disorganized' game of keep away + hot potato (with unleashed knife-throwing & gunslinging around a literal MacGuffin nuke) between two non-human siblings just going completely ham feral: biting, thrashing, slamming, bodily throwing, and kicking each other inelegantly all over the place. (Spiced with tons of 'rule of cool,' staged inside, outside, midair, and in space!)

It's notable because except for that one dodged shot it seemed like Vash aimed at Knives' neck(?) almost all of his shooting was purposely (characteristically) done to disarm and temporarily stun/stagger/disable at places like arms, shoulders, and legs etc to get Knives to slow down and back off. (That, and Knives was basically impervious to bullet wounds anyway, even the 'upgraded' shells with Plant markings.)

This is important because despite how fancy, powerful, and batshit dangerous it seemed, they were not fighting to kill each other. :O Yes, even Knives! Because if he really wanted to (aka if he was pure evil and didn't care about Vash, thankfully untrue), he could have chopped off Vash's other arm & legs (or worse) to get the thing he wanted, but no - that's not how he handled or approached the fight either, despite how pissed off and desperate he was. Most of the time (that I could see) he was thrashing his literal knives (long distance) around to shake him off (ex: grabbing his leg and tossing him) to get Vash to drop/lose his grip on the cube, and up close he was grabbing/flailing with his bare hands (no bared weapons--he kept those off, or even with any...actual technique?? lol Knives is not a trained 'human' fighter) trying to reach the thing while shouting/arguing in Vash's face. (Vash is the one who bit him in response, literally having both his hands full.)

Noteworthy because even after studying gifs of the whole fight and rewatching the ep, not once did I ever catch a lethally aimed attack (with express intent to hurt or maim with malice) from Knives at Vash! :O (Knives' priority was aiming for the cube, not so much at Vash.) Unlike how he instantly slaughtered all the spectating soldiers in half who interfered (and hurt Vash.)

So that's right, the only damage Vash sustained was from the human soldiers who shot at him - at least twice across his chest and once thru his foot (see gifs, the rest his jacket looked bullet-proof, ricocheting off him), and the only damage Knives received was when he purposely threw himself into the final Angel Arm blast, against Vash's desperate pleading at him to stop. :'D Ohhh these poor tragic dysfunctional siblings who still very much care for each other...

[cloud-ya]

reign as the sun sets

[eddith]

LOL This is me with damianfinch on ao3, i love their smutty fics so much and zosan are always so on point, the characterization goes crazy in their fics.