#anyways. i was gonna draw something completely different and then all of you decided to assault my inbox

[quinn-pop]

yet another oc that only exists because i wanted to write something very specific

(middle is a little older, hence her scar healing. i like to think she gets a glass eye at some point)

anyway this is mira! (they/she) since that wip is almost 20k words and counting i won’t give away too much but long story short she’s the result of meta going “one last time, i promise” and adopting yet another kid

also galaxia kinda indirectly picked the name :)

i’ve mentioned before that i headcanon that pretty much all astrals are autistic and this is just kinda an extension of that. whereas meta tends to suppress his emotions and conform to others, mira…doesn’t. she gets uncomfortable and upset and lashes out at people easily, and working through their emotions is no small task.

the main reason i chose to write them that way was for the sake of narrative but i’ve grown attached to it because there’s a lot of ideas there i’d like to explore. stuff about navigating emotions and relationships when existing is so suffocatingly uncomfortable. it’s not something i could center around Kirby himself, but i think it makes sense with a post character development meta knight.

they are very loved (omg oldee cameo???)

kirby was definitely very excited to have younger siblings after being used to being the youngest in the room for so long!! (with the like. one and only exception being gooey.) he’s super affectionate with both of them and wants to have a close relationship one day, but for now mira is pretty unappreciative of that fact lol. they don’t like being pestered for hugs

everyone else is okay tho

(i know that’s hard to read. oops. “obvious bite marks”. siblings being siblings.)

mira also has a very love/hate relationship with the egg kid, being so close in age they kinda Have to get along but in typical sibling nature they also fight a lot. sure it’s probably rough for a while but i think in the end they’d be good buddies. maybe not as close as Kirby and Bandee but still.

anyway i have a lot of thoughts and am very busy but. i’m really enjoying writing about all this lately it’s been fun ^^

[sen-ya]

Life After Info Post

[Click here to access the Life After Digital Comic Book]

Summary: Two years ago, a viral outbreak rose the dead. Considering how his life had gone up to this point, surgeon Trafalgar Law figured this might as well happen too. When a supply run into the nearby city gets intercepted by a seemingly reckless and impulsive former patient, the dependable routine Law had settled into in this new life shatters. He finds himself exposed — his body out in the infected landscape, his conscious clawing to define what he believes is right, his heart begrudgingly deciding to find a new home on his sleeve. Maybe there’s more than a virus roaming the new world that can bring a dead man back to life.

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, zombies/body horror (but lbr I am not good at making scary things look scary)

Relationships: Luffy x Law

Update Schedule: New page every Monday/Wednesday/Friday

Page Count: [37 posted | 55 drawn]

Latest Update: [7/21/24] WOWEE did I get myself carried away this morning. I just spent 5 hours organizing my comics and creating the digital comic book pages. I could have spent that time drawing or idk not doing what I do for my job, but I cannot be stopped. Anyway I blocked out 30 pages of this comic last week and they include the most intense action sequence I've ever done in my gotdang life. Wish me luck because I am nervous about tying down all my drawings lmao.

OLD UPDATES:

[6/29/24] HULLO! I'm doing so bad at keeping my masterposts updated lately I am sorry. All pages of life after are tagged life after if you're ever looking between masterpost updates! Also exciting update, I finally have figured out all the different plot points i'm gonna be hitting (yay!). I got hung up on something for awhile that made me not wanna work on this project, but I'm back at it. I think we'll end up with 6-7 parts! I have probably another 80-100 pages to draw lol. Also i got the app Magic Poser and it's AWESOME and I immediately used it to block out sets cuz MAN I hate backgrounds.

[6/10/24] HELLO. I'm sorry I've been shit at updating my masterposts lately. It's easiest to do from my computer, which I rarely use, and life has been happening. I also can't believe I bungled the queue and posted pg19 before pg18 i am very sorry 🤦 Eventually I'll have to turn this into an airtable base I'm sure, but until that day comes where I have like 100 pages of this comic we're stickin to the regular post lmao

[5/26/23] I got real caught up in doing summer of lawlu comics this week and this is the first week since the first week of April I haven't drawn new Life After pages and it feels weird 🙊

[5/19/24] More Luffy backstory comin' this week! :^)

[5/12/24] Updating now so get myself on schedule to update on Sundays like I had been with my other comic master post!

[5/8/24] Thank you to everyone who's liked/reblogged/comment on the first few pages!! It means the world to me that anyone's reading my silly little comics.

[4/28/24] HULLO. It’s happeninnng. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on this comic, and I gotta make this post so I can start queuing pages & link this in them! This is the most like….legit? Comic endeavor I’ve undertaken perhaps….ever. I’m very nervous about committing to how long it will need to be lol. This story is dear to my heart — zombie content is kind of my very favorite. I’ve always found it to be a great backdrop for exploring themes like grief, coping with change, community, and learning to live again. It’ll be a long haul but I hope you’ll ride it out with me!! Tomorrow I’ll be posting the first two pages. After that a page will post every Monday/Wednesday/Friday. As of this post I’ve completed over 20 pages so that I have a good lead on what’s posting and continuing to write, so I’m hopeful that’s a cadence I’ll be able to maintain. I’ll update this post weekly to include the most recent pages the way I do with my main comics master post. All pages will be tagged 'Life After' and I'll tag any pages with zombies in them with 'zombie' for blacklisting etc.

[highwayorgantrade]

Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing 

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

 However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks. 

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area. 

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next. 

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind. 

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. 

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath. 

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.” 

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.” 

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed. 

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was. 

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted. 

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime. 

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap. 

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.” 

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.” 

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

[thisgardenofromance]

Hi...if you don't mind, can I ask something from Ouran High School Host Club? What do you think are Kyoya and Tamaki’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Since what moment that you start shipping them? What are your favorite (canon) tamakyo moments?

Bonus, what are your top 5 favorite moments from OHSHC anime/manga?

Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

Oh my god hello

Do not apologize I have answered none of them and am so excited that someone gives even one shit about my opinion

!!!

Anyway uhhh oh god this is gonna be a long answer that is a lot of questions let's see imma break it down

can I ask something from Ouran High School Host Club?

Absolutely you can. My whole blog is Ouran-themed so Ouran content is very welcome and I am so happy to tell anyone any of my opinions about it at all times

What do you think are Kyoya and Tamaki's greatest personality strengths

Tbh, I think each of their greatest strengths are exactly the thing that draws the other one in.

For Tamaki, he relies on and trusts Kyoya specifically because Kyoya is driven, perfectionist, and intensely passionate. When Tamaki wants things done, he knows who to go to - but its not just that. Those traits in and of themselves make Kyoya shine and draw in people like moths to a flame. In ep 14, the entire club goes against their own judgement ONLY when Kyoya agrees to do something, because they trust that Kyoya would never let it hurt the club. Something in him always has to examine every angle. He refuses to fail, point-blank. And he's intelligent enough to pull it off. (Of course, there is nuance to this, but that's the gist.) Kyoya gives Tamaki ground under his feet, and I think Tamaki appreciates it.

For Kyoya, Tamaki is vibrantly alive. He feels every emotion he has twice as hard as everyone around him - look at every reaction he's had, ever. He cares about people, so much that it changes the lives of the people around him (every host's backstory lol), and half the episodic plots are just Tamaki deciding they are going to make someone's life better. And he's a dreamer. He looks around and, instead of pessimism or even pragmatism, he sees beauty. everywhere. in everything. He reminds the people around that life is good and full of possibilities. Ep 13 is literally about how Tamaki convinced Haruhi that part of the point of being alive is joy. Tamaki is so Tamaki that he is the host club's core values. If you just look at Kyoya's backstory episode (24 I believe), its blatantly obvious that he may be one of the people who needed Tamaki the most.

and weaknesses?

Kyoya tends to get trapped in his own box. When he decides something isn't possible, it isn't possible, and he won't even try, even if it makes him miserable.

God knows Tamaki's head is in the fuckin clouds man. Fuck knows what he's actually processing and what he's oblivious to at any given time. It takes him more than half the manga series to even realize he was traumatized by being violently ripped away from his mother and trafficked to a different country by a grandmother who hates him for racist and other prejudiced reasons.

What do you love about their dynamic?

THEY ARE SO ooooughhhgdshgdgfhkjfhj chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp. They complete each other so perfectly and still manage to completely miss each other in some cases anyway. POWER TEAM LEMME TELL YOU. Kiss already!!!!!!! mashing their heads together until they figure it out.

Since what moment that you start shipping them?

I gotta be honest: the first watch through, I didn't even think about it until episode 24. But like. When that fuckin rainbow rose painting came onscreen after the previous 20 minutes of whatever the fuck that was?? Kyoya at the very least was gone for Tamaki. A rewatch pointed out some of the ways that it was possible for Tamaki to reciprocate (although I'm not under the impression that he has Fully developed feelings for Kyoya, at least by the end of the anime. Yet. squints) and every watch after that has cemented it for me.

It's a lot less secure in the manga, but there are still some little moments that just like take me out lol. I'm pretty sure Bisco was putting in conscious effort to lessen romantic connotations between Tamaki and Kyoya (maybe because it was a popular ship in the fandom? maybe because the anime had just come out?) and more solidly ship TamaHaru, and also get Kyoya attached to Kaoru a little more - KyoKao at least has got some pretty in-your-face moments in the latter half of the manga, and I can def see why a bunch of people ship it. But there's also that bit where Kyoya literally refuses to sleep until he finds Tamaki's mother in France JUST to pass on a message to him when he gets back as Tamaki's souvenier gift... That is simp behavior right there.

What are your favorite (canon) tamakyo moments?

Ah God okay so technically TamaKyo isn't canon romantically. But some of my favorite moments between the two of them, in the anime, include the time Tamaki decides Kyoya is the wife character out of all the hosts and only Kyoya clocks it (ep 3?); the time Tamaki is first full-on sulking because Kyoya got engaged without his knowledge, and then visibly breathes a sigh of relief when he discovers that Kyoya is NOT engaged (ep 4); the puppy-dog eyes thing (ep 14); the argument they get into in the background during the daruma doll game, where Tamaki tells Kyoya to QUIT WHINING AND LINK PINKIES WITH HIM... tbf Kyoya WAS whining (ep 14); that bit where Kyoya's dream/nightmare about his family transitions into the memory of Tamaki's voice pitching the club and THAT'S when he wakes up (ep 17); and literally all of episode 24 - the whole thing.

Bonus, what are your top 5 favorite moments from OHSHC anime/manga?

Oh fuck I gotta pick 5?? Uhhh ummm fuck.

I don't know I'll always be yelling about one scene or other at any given time.

[quinngefail]

hiii! loved your art and saw thoughts for a while now, so i thought i’d share a head canon of mine with you! i’d love to see if you agree (: also i’m going to be talking a slight bit about religion lawrence wise so if you don’t feel comfortable reading this I completely understand! anywho…

lawrence grew up in a not necessarily uber-religious but casually catholic family who cared a lot more about how they looked to the community than their happiness. i feel like he has a lot of catholic guilt and so he had never told his family about his relationship with adam because of fear. adam is unaware of this anxiety in lawrence and to make up for his feelings of shame for not only ultimately being with adam in the first place but putting him in such a position where he’d not know his place in lawrence’s life, he decides to take adam to a family gathering of sorts of his even though he’s incredibly nervous about it. a family member asks who adam is and lawrence says “my friend” or “my business partner” or something along those lines. adam, unaware of the circumstances, is PISSED, so he waits until they get home to talk with him about it. lawrence says that he feels like it’s “too early in the relationship” and “i just figure this relationship would become rocky territory if I ever brought it up.” and adam would say something like “tell that to your secretaries. jesus christ, lar. i’m not a secret. this isn’t an affair so stop acting like it is!” but yeah so they fight about all of that and eventually make up and lawrence explains in further detail his past and they both open up to each other in honest ways. okay so sorry for yapping but i’d just like to add a final point: i absolutely LOVE the fluffiness of your art so much it’s so wonderful!!! but i’ve also been wondering if you’d agree that their relationship would be (at times) painful and toxic because of the age gap and the trauma bond.

okay anywho thanks for reading the yap sesh if you happen to !!

Omfggggg okay I am eating this UP

I've linked to this a few times across posts here and there but these are still my loose ideas for Lar's upbringing and all that, so like. I am nodding to all of this

It would certainly be a good point for him to just open up about his past coz if this relationship is going to work, these sorts of things inevitably have to come out,

Been thinking about this and I could imagine the argument escalating with Adam saying smn to the effect of "Why do you give a shit what they think if they're never gonna fuckin' respect you anyway!! Why are they more important to you than I am!!"

And Lawrence is all "Well I'm sorry I actually care about my family,"

...Which is upsetting enough to Adam for Lawrence to just so callously imply that Adam doesn't give a fuck about his own family (which is a whole mess of complicated feelings for him), but first and foremost he's just like. "And I'm not that to you. Wow, you really know how to make me feel special, Lar. So glad to know I'm not just a another young, hot piece of ass that you fuck for fun :))"

And then it just keeps going downhill from there until they just have to be away from one another for a while

...But yes they would eventually make up, and (Lar especially) would at least start to get into the things in their lives they don't exactly want to talk about so they can further understand one another hrkskgkgk

Like okay I know I draw a lot of romantic and goofy shit with them, but goddd I love thinking about the ups and downs of them working out their rather unconventional relationship (fell deeply in love with the guy I was locked in a death game with, we're both dealing with the horrific physical + mental scars of said death game, we first technically 'met' through sleazy stalking, one of us got shot by the other, we have completely different lives, there's also a 17 year gap between us. But despite all that I literally cannot stop aching and yearning for him, and genuinely want to be there for him coz we're the only people in the world who could ever possibly fully understand what we went through together, oop✌️😗)

It's just. Augh 🤌🤌🤌

Haven't really sat down to work on my headcanon doc in a while, but I've had Much Pondering Time over less than pleasant interactions between them and I WANT TO DRAW AND/OR WRITE MORE OF IT..... I just can't help but get caught up in the cute stuff 😭

But yea AAAAA thank you for all this!! Both the headcanons, and the kind words 🫶☺️ Happy to make content of them, and I'm glad you enjoy it!!

[synthaphone]

took a stab at tweaking the Darigan Chia- it was a good lesson in humility, if I'm being honest. Its never been my favorite design, so I went overboard at first with changes, and then ended up reigning it back in and feeling more appreciative of the original design then when I started.

(my original 'heavily redesigned' version before I walked it back a little)

The main things I wanted to change going in:

the spots not having shading

the face looking silly instead of intimidating

unclear attachment of the horns + the one closest to the viewer looking like it was attached at a weird angle

the claws on the feet looking like a mustache and not looking attached

the weird little claw at the base of the wings, which is incomprehensible to me

the angles and positioning of the back spikes - two of them seem like maybe they're coming from the back of the arm, but its unclear, and they also create a weird tangent with the already confusing wings

Shading the spots was easy- I ended up adding a few more too, since the value of the spots is so similar to the value of the shadows, the design felt like it needed a few extra that overlap the shaded area. After I decided I wasn't keeping my tailed redesign, I went back and added even more spots to the forehead- if I kept something else from that version, it'd probably be those spots, I think they look nice.

The funny face with the visible lower teeth implies an underbite to me, so I redrew it a little fiercer. I also played around with the idea of a cuter vampiric happy kitty mouth, but it felt too different from the original design.

I understand the original artist's decision to design the eyes the way they did them (the upper line of the eye is the chia's original eye, so if you put contacts on them they look weird but Less weird than they will on completely redrawn eyes), but decided to give my edit the Darigan Wocky redrawn eyes treatment instead, since the base Chia eyes are, imo, kind of awful.

While I made their attachment to the head more clear, I feel that I failed to make the closer horn aligned properly, and I don't think how I drew the rings on the horns makes sense with how they attach to the head either. Symmetrical curved horns are so hard to draw in perspective, and I suspect the original artist had way less time than I spent on my attempt, too. Maybe someday it'll bug me enough to take another stab at it, but I'm setting it down for now, lol

I'm not 100% sure the bigger claws I ended up going with are an improvement either- while they look more attached to the foot and less like mustaches, you lose some of the teal color on the feet, and that color is nice.

I initially redrew the wings completely, but ended up liking the shape of the original wings way better- mine feel cluttered, and my attempt to bring the teal back in a second spot doesn't have the nice contrast that the white webbing has. While I was making slight edits to the original wings, I realized that without the spike tangents and with the far wing re-positioned slightly, I probably wouldn't mind the strange little claws. Its not like this style of cartoon bat wing is realistic anyway.

Oh and I also gave my more elaborate redesign a tail because I felt like it looked like it was gonna fall over, and slit pupils because uhhhhh, and I gave all of them shinier hair because I got carried away and its fun.

anyway! if you read all of that- wow thanks, i hope it was interesting!

[anxious-witch]

Okay. Long awaited analysis of Jure's pictures. As always, this is entirely subjective and I don't claim to be 100% right about ny interpretations. Apologies if I am a bit scatterbrained, I just had to write this today despite vibrating out if my skin.

Anyway, let's get to it

So I went ahead and rearranged the pictures in a way that I think fit together.

We start off with these two(sorry for blurryness, it just turned out like this when I cropped them). But funnily enough, I think we have Jure as the opposite of everyone else. Where the rest seemed to gain protection and safety from clothes, I feel like Jure feels stiffled by them.

In these two, he looks most lonely and disconnected than in any other photos from the photoshoot. In the first one, he is in a position akin to the one we saw him before, in that box. Like a cat lounging on the floor. But he is looking away, giving a picture a sense of loneliness, of disconnection. And even before we see him with a cigarette in picture two, there is an ash tray to indicate the smoking.

Then immediately following is this. Jure begins to take off his clothes, his pants and underwear pulled down messily, he is pulling his sweater up. He is still smoking here, but he is also looking directly at the camera. His eyes are frame by a dark eyeliner.

When I was looking at the pictures for the first time, I didn't get the connection until I saw this picture. I am gonna jump the gun and say that I think this set is literally meant to serve as a seduction. Who did they vote for the most likely to sleep with a fan? Jure. Who said hookup when everyone else said relationship? Jure again.

My interpretation is, as crude as it sounds, is that he is connecting with the viewer here through sex and seduction.

Here we have this again. He is only in his underwear and wearing a jacket. I'd even go as far to speculate that it's not meant to be his jacket. Because he is looking to feel closer to the person he is seducing. He'll put on makeup and their clothes, all for the show, all to be seen and to seduce. And I think that's what this photoshoot is, a way for Jure to be seen in a new light.

Interstingly, he seems to have mostly open body language so far in all pictures. In this one he seems slightly more closed off, with his knees pulled closer to his chest and his arm resting on top of them.

Then in this set, we have what I like to think of as "the morning after". There is no makeup, there is no clothes. Jure looks almost superior in the first picture. He reminds of Roman Emperor reclining.

Romans used to have parties, usually reserved only for men, where the position you got on the reclining bed could speak of your position. Here we have Jure alone, in the center. This is his moment and he is completely relaxed, completely in power. He isn't shying away from the camera, there is not shyness due to his almost naked state. Like someone would, after a suceesful seduction.

In the second picture, that's even more openly expressed. His head is fully turned to the camera, his eyes even more intense. It's as if he is inviting us in, drawing us closer. I can't tell if there is a different balnket altogether or if it's shifted and the end of it seems like a slightly different material.

Either way, I can't see anything but him pulling a lover closer once again.

Third picture is....well. Obviously there are certainly other interpretations, but to go with the obvious, Jure seems to be very open here, even has his eyes closed and that paired up with the way his body is positioned implies pleasure to me. Which once again plays into the whole set being about seduction, and about connection that he seems to gain from physical closeness.

In all three pictures, Jure is wearing a chain necklace around his neck. Interestingly enough, he doesn't wear them in the first set. Perhaps implying this is something new he decided to adorn himself with? Or a steel he wears underneath?

Then we have shirtless Jure, and an reappearance if a chain necklace. He is even openly acknowledging the necklace by touching it. With the addition of Damon's quote: "your art intertwined with my art", I think we can once again reaffirm this is a new way Jure wants to be seen. He is an art all of his own, even when surrouded by the art of the rest of his bandmates, he gets to be a central piece in this one. Yet-in the two pictures on the right, he has closed off body language.

Perhaps he is still unsure of the new role he wants. His gaze is softer, less intense. He is letting us take him in as he is. Which is clearly difficukt for him, hence mire closed off body language but none the less, he is still showing us that.

As always, feel free to add in on these, I feel like I missed on a lot of things bc of everything they dropped on us today but damn. I love this photoshoot sm

[silverusso]

Can you maybe rate all the silverbranes scenes from the movie and ofc s5 I wanna talk about them with someone,people don't talk about them enough still sad they didn't get enough scene together 😭

This isn't so much a ranking as much as it's just me rambling and maybe analyzing them a bit cause there's diff elements I like in diff scenes.

Starting with their introduction cause Terry knew when Mike was arriving. He flew him in and likely had him picked up from the airport. He also got a call telling him Mike was there, so he could have easily arranged that differently. Meeting someone for the first time ever while presumably completely nude in a bubble bath is crazy work.

To his credit Mike doesn't bat an eye at this weirdo and is completely polite until he realizes the true scope of Silver's wealth, so he decides to try and negotiate a higher % in their deal. And there's so much to say about this alone. First of all, Mike could have just been like, "For me to do my absolute best, I'm gonna need 50%." But instead he says, "For me to do my absolute best, which is what I want to do for you." You just met him like 30 seconds ago relax?? and ofc Terry tries to barter with 35% instead, and Mike isn't having it, so he's ready to walk out, and Terry immediately calls him back and accepts his terms. Mind you, right before this, someone was on the phone telling him they can't dump his toxic sludge in Borneo, and he wouldn't take no for an answer and forced them to do it. Then he's discussing some letter Margaret is penning (presumably something he dictated to her) wherein he says, "I reject your final offer. If you proceed, I will sue your collective asses." So with that precedent established, it's insane that he gave in so easily to Mike's demands. And he really did have a lawyer draw up a contract. And the fact he's so amused by this, rather than irritated:

like literally biting his lip and asking Margaret what she thinks, and she calls Mike obnoxious, and he says, "Yeah, he's perfect."

I don't think I have to elaborate much on the next scene in the backyard. They were just doing way too much. I'm pretty sure Daniel was already convinced before the hair-pulling and near mouth-spitting. Terry had way too much fun with that.

this is practically foreplay. like atp if I were Mike I'd be asking what are we?🤨

Then the final scene in the dojo, where it turns out Mike was hiding out in the back. It makes you wonder how many times Mike may have been hiding back there and listening in while Terry trained Dannyboy. I could easily see Terry use that as an opportunity to really fuel Mike's rage towards Daniel. Imagine he's hearing Terry encouraging Daniel to pummel the wooden dummy with Mike's face on it and then congratulating him for it. I just know Terry was playing mind games with both of them. Anyways, in that scene we see Mike sort of play the attack dog for Terry in a similar manner that Terry himself does for Kreese. We see Terry restrain Mike from Daniel at first, and then Mike attacks Mr. Miyagi for him. Right after that, Terry is ready to fight Mr. Miyagi and is stopped by Kreese.

(they have more parallels than anyone realized)

Then we get to the avt. Mike already had his bad boy/tournament terror rep, but we know Silver's an awful influence, so he very likely had a hand in making Mike even worse, as evidenced by Kreese asking, "Did you teach him that?" Terry is delighted through almost the entire scene. Every time the camera pans over to him, he's grinning and even rubbing his hands and yapping excitedly at Kreese about whatever Mike was doing. He was absolutely getting more enjoyment out of the whole ordeal than Kreese was, who btw, this whole scheme was supposed to be for.

I could write another whole post about the aftermath of this scene alone. Because as messed up as Terry obviously is to cook up this scheme, to play all those mind games and manipulate and the clear sadistic enjoyment he's getting out of all this, at the end of it, he just puts his head down and walks away.

There's no retribution against Daniel or Mike. And okay, ofc this is the end of the movie and of Daniel's KK trilogy, but nothing's ever mentioned in CK either. One would expect with how temperamental Kreese is that he at least may have tried something (specifically against Mike, just as he did to Johnny previously), but as far as we know, nothing happened. It begs the question, why? Did Kreese not bother because Mike wasn't his student, and thus he didn't have the emotional connection to him that he did to Johnny? But then if that's the case, one could also argue that this is precisely why he could have reacted even worse to Mike's defeat, because Mike doesn't have Kreese's favour like Johnny did. So then did Terry maybe shield Mike from Kreese? Or maybe Kreese just knew better than to try the same shit with Mike, cause he might need Mr. Miyagi to save his ass from Mike.😛

When Mike comes back in CK, he doesn't even refer to Terry in any negative way until after Daniel reveals what Terry's been up to recently. And furthermore, while Mike wants to help Daniel and gives him the old lawyer's name, he doesn't express even a passing interest in seeing Terry get his comeuppance. It isn't until the furniture store is burned down that he decides to get involved, and even then, it's only when Daniel points the finger at Silver that Mike decides to take action against him. Also, as I pointed out in an old ask, what Terry does to Mike impacts his wife just as badly, if not worse (considering it was her father's store), which presumably caused some strain in their marriage.👀

When confronted by the trio, Silver looks from Johnny to Chozen when he speaks of their crime (trespassing) and that "any violence inflicted upon you herein will be justified." Also interesting how Terry points out that his newly hired senseis don't fight for money, but rather for the legacy of Master Kim and Cobra Kai. And yet in the past, he seemed quite ready and willing to entrust 50% of Cobra Kai and by extension his own legacy to Mike.

just like old times. we know he likes em fiesty.😏

While the tweet about keeping Mike in a cage and brainwashing him was just a little fun /what if/, we now know that's definitely something Silver could and would have actually done. And it's extremely likely that really was his intent, given that he believed he had taken Chozen "off the board" and didn't think twice to order his senseis to finish Johnny next. He was very aware of the threat Mike posed since he was the first one taken out of the fight (and left relatively unharmed), but he gave no order regarding Mike. This wasn't a mistake or an oversight. Terry always knew Mike would be gunning for him, and he most likely already planned ahead for what he would do with Mike when he got him.

For all his talk of Mike's motives for fighting (money) contrasted unfavorably against Sensei Min-Jun's, this proves it was basically just banter, and he still wanted Mike in Cobra Kai. Terry was sick. He had no one else. He burned his bridges with Kreese. He knew The Fist was only as loyal to him as Kim Da-Eun was. For as long as that would last. He chose Mike back in 85 and this moment was him choosing Mike again.

[monkeyislandtwo]

tumblr is NOT letting me answer this ask directly for some reason so i screencapped it HDFHDG anyways here goes

i vagguelly knew abt otherkin stuff beforehand but that was like. very vague and more in the lense of "eww cringe" bc that was all that was talked abt it

fast forward to me being 16 or so (maybe 17?) and i decide that today on www.tumblr.com im gonna go through the werewolf tag, and between all the art and poems abt werewolves i view a few werewolfkin posts and i go "huh.. thats interesting" bc i only vaguely heard of it but never really looked into it

so i dip my toes into it, and fall into the lake completely, and now im here

from which i will give some advice:

disclaimer: most of this advice comes from a psychological kin perspective, for spiritual stuff i can gather some info if you ask me but overall im not spiritual kin

1: sometimes the answer is not too clear, being alterhuman can stem from many reasons and overlap with many other things, furryness, autism, psychosis, spiritual beliefs, familiarity and importance to an animal or myth, a lot can play into it! for some beings, the experiences are very separate from each other, for others, they may cause each other or be linked or overlap, it can all depend and change around, so dont stress too much on whats what, but if you wish, you can play around and see what belongs to what, ive had the fact im a furry sometimes overlap with the fact im otherkin, and even fuel each other, but i still see them as separate identities, its all a big complicated soup. and i will say to just fuck around and see what labels you see fit

figuring out your kintype can take a while, and its not uncommon that what you first consider to be your kintype may not be the one that you actually feel you are. for example my first through upon discovering kin stuff was that i may be a cat, ive loved cats since i was practically born, ive always wanted to be a cat and themed myself around cats, hell my fursona is a cat! turns out im not one, ive tried and figured stuff out and experimented and well a cat just wasnt it. from this i'd just say to explore different animals or mythic beasts or types of robot etc etc

from that, what has helped me personally to figure out kintype stuff is to see what you desire feel and act, what kind of environment do you crave for? forests? mountains? deserts? theres a lot! what do you wish your body looked like? everyone talks about wanting claws and fangs and such but really think about it, what do you want for your body? what would make you happier? what would make you see your body more as your true self? any particular diet you have or wish to have? any behaviors you've derived from a being? maybe you hiss maybe you bark maybe you knead. do you feel limbs that arent there? such as ears? tails? horns? just look around outside and inside to see what you crave what you do what you want and such

one thing that i did while trying to figure out kin stuff was to just. draw how i view myself in my mind, and not concentrate on design or what i like and dislike on character designs, just like, draw what comes to mind on an "ideal body", you shift around features from the vague idea of who you are in your mind, draw different tails draw different snouts draw different body shapes, and see what fits and sticks, sometimes you can land on yes "thats exactly me", sometimes you can land on "its a vague idea of me but can aid me in figuring it out". thats kinda how it lead to me figuring out im primatekin, i had multiple different attempts and sketches of what i think i look like in my mind, and i just kept going until much trial and error later i found something. it went from "humanoid?" to "halfly animal-like" to "has a long tail" to "small and expressive" and eventually to a primate! (and thats how my mizamonkey design came to be QSHFHD). again for some this may bring a concrete design while to others it may be just a vague guide, not every tip works for everyone.

despite a few points ago where i stated that being obsessed with an animal or myth doesnt always equal to it being your kintype, it sometimes can be! and its sometimes how kintypes can originate to people (if we're taking the psychological otherkin route, this doesnt work too well with spiritual otherkin). sometimes youre just so obsessed and interested with an animal or myth or fiction trope that your brain kinda, adopts it for your identity. this is what happened to me for werewolves, since i was a wee lad ive been OBSESSED with werewolves and i read about them and drew about them and made stories about them that my brain has seemingly just. grabbed it and went "thats you". so look into your childhood or current state of living and see what animals and beings and such you connect with! again just as a few points ago, it doesnt always mean its your kintype, but it can be!

being alterhuman is different for everyone, i sometimes still think of this message i saw ages ago that went "ask 10 therians what being a therian means for them, and you get 11 different answers", so just because this otherkin experiences xyz, doesnt mean everyone does, and vice versa! i used to have a lot of stress about this bc i felt like i was a faker bc i didnt experience like others but after a while i managed to mellow out on it and its making me feel better!

related to that i would be careful about the resources you seek out bc from my experience seeking out resources has been a very 50/50, some tips and advice is great! while others are just why would you follow that. use your critical mind and see what suits you and what helps you.

this is more a personal opinion but i feel like the whole "choosing your kintype" debacle doesnt have a correct and concrete answer. to me if you were to just choose whatever kintype you want it may not actually be the kintype you feel like you are. i would absolutely choose to be a wolverine if i could! but it just doesnt align with my kintype and i cant force it as my kintype even if i tried. i would say that you can "try out" kintypes to see if it fits, its all about experimenting after all. its just that for most, its not as easy as pick and choose. its mainly bc your freely chosen kintype may just not be who you are, if you wanna choose a kintype either way, the community has adopted the term "copinglink" for such. for most alterhumans they did not choose their kintype. again its about trial and error

overall its going to be a lot of trial and error to figure stuff out. it took me 2 years to finally land on my proper kintypes! you may find kintypes and you may drop them. you may find yourself to not be otherkin after all! if you want more personal tips and questions you can message me here or on discord! (but i prefer discord bc tumblrs dm system is kinda cramped and buggy).

[yourcourtmage]

Transcribing fairytales has made me realize I need to draw some of the events that happen in them just so the people can see this shit. I mean imagine you’re a prince and you go on a quest fora year and your two other brothers also go off for the same quest (different directions) and you come back and your youngest brother is like twirling his hair and kicking his feet and he keeps daydreaming wistfully and like it’s been a year so you’re like ‘Did you meet someone??’ And his eyes get this look in them like he’s about to watch two horses run straight into each other and he’s like ‘NOPE’ and that horrified expression stays on him as he mulls over something. Anyways he wins the quest and you all get a new quest and leave for another year and when you meet up again your youngest brother is like very clearly down bad, he’s doing all the same shit still and this time you’re like ‘come on, it’s been like two years now, wtf is going on man? Like clearly you’re into some maiden for a while now’ and he’s like‘it’s not a maiden’ and you think ‘oooh, he’s gay, ok that’d explain-’

‘She’s a cat’

The air between you feels like hell before you finally decide that it’s alright to say ‘WHAT THE FUCK? Like a cat? Like the animal, the one that eats mice, ‘Nyaa’, THAT???’ And your little brother buries his head in his hands and he says ‘yeahhh… she talks and everything at least. Look it’s bad, I told her I wanted to turn into a cat and forget this quest so I could stay by her side forever’ and you’re completely mentally scrambled now and then your father calls you all in and he wins again. So dad sends you all on one last quest, this time to find a bride and you’re just like‘he’s gonna fucking either quit or bring that CAT and like you got your own life to worry about like damn. Anyways you find a princess or a duke’s long lost daughter and fall in love and get married and you go back and your youngest brother is actually with a woman. You manage to corner him alone and you’re like ‘so what happened with the cat???’ And he tells you ‘oh, yeah my wife, she was the cat, she looks like that now. She had me cut off her head and tail and I cried cuz I didn’t want to and she said she’d die soon anyways if I didn’t. So I did that and then she turned back into a human. Actually, I’m reincarnated and when she was human the first time a few hundred years ago she fell in love with me but I was killed by her three fairy moms which she didn’t tell me about until AFTER she turned back, so all that worked out I guess.’

And honestly? Last year you should’ve just minded your business and not asked shit because now it seems like you’re dealing with a mental taxation that he seems to not even be burdened by. He wins again btw but at least you and your wife are living it up normal style, fair trade tbh.

[silverspleen]

Still gently bewildered by Hadir's motivations, like, obviously not when it comes to main plot beats, I totally understand his motivations with the lengths he'll go to to ensure his goals are met, but why specifically did he encourage Alex to be in the position he's in with Farah. He is so chummy with him!

I mean besides the fact that Alex + Gaz are the two MW19 PCs so like, they are legally obligated to be actively involved in the narrative to draw in the player and keep them informed via the avatar of two very pretty military boys, and the players needs to be in a position where Hadir "Alex we're brothers now" Karim betrays you to be like "GASP but we're bros."

But Hadir, sir, that man's job is not just "killing russians" it's also destabilizing small countries for the united states government it is only by the grace of him being a MASSIVE SIMP for your sister and her iron fucking will that he's stuck around for as long as he has. Hadir wasn't even there for Alex being like "lol I'm defecting" when Laswell tried to pull him out. He was gone! The betrayal had happened! Dude you were there for the "I don't decide where I go they just send me" rooftop conversation, Alex is a third party with very ulterior motives why are you playing so niceys with him!

This man's entire job is to be here on behalf of the us government hunting down chemical weapons and you, the man who has stolen the chemical weapons with plans to actively use them against your very bullheaded sister's wishes are like, making cute lil' guns for him and your sister like :) "Alex pls tell my sister when I betray her to not freak out and try to murder me, Alex do u promise? promise to explain?" like, dude this man's entire job in your country was to hunt you down???

"Alex why did you bring her here?" (Wolf's Den) Man, first of all you clearly know Farah is going to do what she wants and it should be obvious by this point that Alex will 100% support her. Second of all this is literally his mission.

Third of all you have known this man for exactly

(checks wiki)

THREE DAYS

anyway

I'm assuming it all has to logically come back to Farah and the fact that he's her older brother. Obviously culturally I'm not sure how the older+younger sibling dynamic goes when you spend your childhood in russian prison camp and your baby sister is your CO but like, he clearly still loves her so much despite their ideological differences. And it really seems like ideological differences are not a huge deal for him. There's the fact that later he is very much convinced (correctly) that Price will help him destroy the gas factory completely based on their shared history and relationship with Farah, so like, emotions are really driving his actions. He knew Farah would hate him and he wouldn't be able to be there for her and idk he's projecting something onto Alex a little methinks. Alex is helpful for like... three days and Hadir's brain gets to thinking. Probably reading into it too much but that's what I'm gonna stick to as some kind of character analysis.

It's all means to an end but idk it feels weirdly naive of him to be so lackadaisical with alliances??? which is both charming and deeply tragic in it's own right. Like, it worked out, it was a good idea to get Alex so involved considering I'm vaguely aware that by MW3 he is still Farah's second, but like, idk dude were there not any nice ULF guys you could have gotten to replace you when you defected to the faction Farah fucking hates???? No??? This fuckin'... All American CIA guy you've known for three days is your brother now and who you're going to entrust your sister to? ok then

[ssreeder]

Is it okay to ask a spoiler? (kinda, like, it's probably just for me I'm at the beginning of your fic and I'm anxious as fck 😂😂)

I'm reading LIAB (chapter Going the Distance), and loving every word of it! I'm considering it as a real book instead of fanfiction, because you're a really skilled author and I can't wait to read the whole series and become an unbearable fan annoying you!! 😜❤️🙏🏼

Anyway, while reading I can't help but wonder: during the series are we gonna see Zuko and Iroh together again? I can't stop thinking about how Zuko misses his uncle (for context, Chang just was left behind for me, so I'm a little emotional about that yet!!!) and I can't stop thinking if we get to see Iroh unleashing all his angry at Zhao once he finds out what happened to Zuko and how our boy suffered...

(Another question completely different: is there any scene in the story you would love to see draw? I actually got to know your fic because of the lovely fanarts hahah, and now I was thinking about drawing something that I read but can't decide which scene 😭😭)

HELLLOOOOO!! I had to look at the chapters to figure out which one was Going the Distance & then I realized you really are in the very beginning of the fic series haha! Well…. WELCOME! (&your anxiousness is super valid it’s a super anxious fic I’m even anxious just thinking about you being anxious lol)

AWWWWW I HOPE YOU LIKE THE ENTIRE SERIES!!! it gets a little wild in some places & super duper dark so I just like to always warn lol. heed the tags lol.

OK AYYYY so as for the spoilers: Iroh & Zuko will absolutely be reunited & it’s going to be a mess. So much will happen between where you’re at in the fic & where you’re going, that it’s hard to even explain without spoiling the entire fic! Which I will do if you want just let me know haha. but Iroh will be part of the story and I think you get an update on him towards the end of the first book & then you’ll hear about him in RIA & then they’ll be reunited in ITF. They have a long & painful journey ahead of them I’m sorry… you have quite a bit of angst to get through.

& I can promise you Iroh is going to be very very PISSED. I love me some slightly feral Iroh, especially when it comes to his nephew.

(omg omgomgomgommgggg fanart is like a proposal to me and I swear I’m rolling on the ground happily just thinking about it. But idk what scene I’d pick I really like people who create the fanart to pick because I like to see what they choose! Also you have a long way to go so maybe something will interest you?? I’m super excited either way!)

thanks for the ask I hope you enjoy reading!!

[laplumedupetitluma]

We continue with the re doing!

And now tatataaaaa! A little surprise with Lynn! :3

This is actually her first version. I wasnt sure yet what i wanted to do with her yet. I knew she would be a dancer but i didnt had her style yet

Version 2:

Again not sure where i was going since well the top part was giving me some trouble ^^" but the color theme was still the same. Plus i think this is the one where we can feel the most her sass. Cause yess she's à queen of sass!

Version 3 and 4:

Of course how to forget those two? ^^ on the right of course lynn and lyss

And on the left let's say they're more than your think XD

Version 5:

I was soooo bored 🤣 and i wanted to see if i could manage to draw this hero plus ravio i'm not sure if i shoum darken the colors or not but one thing for sure the hero wont keep those clothes

Version 5: i completely change her dress style for something completelly different. I only kept the black and purple colors.... i tried TvT i tried the keep her previous color theme.....but it wasnt going well with those clothes....so let's just say she decided to change clothes for now ^^" (not sure if i'm gonna keep the top like that or not yet i'll be honest). Ah and of course i tried again to draw à zelda so you know which univers lynn is from and welp i tried? ^^" i didnt wanted to do her with the White and pink dress because i though her blue one was more emblematic? Plus my pink pencils need some rest and some of the others princesses kinda got the same dress -3-"

Anyway that all for now i guess? I should post the followings events of the angel au soon enouth but for now i guess you can clearly notice that this angel isnt exactly fond of the princess

As for their age i would say probably around 15-17?

Lynn is a dancer (obviously) earning rupees in the first place by dancing in her village before she met the hero and decide to accompagny him to annoy *cough* to help him! To help him, of course ^^"

But dont completely trust what you can see she's not only a dancer, she hide others secrets, like the others. Her weapon is an hallebarde (the bracelet at her ankles are power ones ^^) oh yeah and dont leave your purse on sight when she's around, that an advise you might loose it mysteriously :3

[misc-obeyme]

CC I'M SO EXCITED, I FINALLY GOT ENOUGH CONFIDENCE TO COMMISSION THINGS FROM PEOPLE (it's like three different people AJDJWJF)

but the prices are good, two of the people needed it for emergency money so it was a good push to bite the bullet and message them. I'm so happy, I'm gonna have art of me and Mammon (and one is gonna be a sketch page of me, mammon, and a friend who also likes obey me). Also i lost my drawing streak, but I just drew a bunch of random poses today for fun, so it makes up lmaoo.

anyway I am here to ramble about the job my mc/I would have in the Devildom! definitely got roped into working at the bunny cafe for one (1) shift with Mammon (the daily chat is what gave me this idea).

Not sure how the cafe works, but in the anime, Beel is working the bar lolol. So I always imagined it as a bar with some food, and you could request certain servers by paying extra, and obviously give them carrots or tips. Like a mix between a maid cafe and a club I suppose is what I'm thinking?? (...Hooters? I've never been)

anyway I totally got coerced bullied into working a shift (I am always caving when it comes to Mammon </3). And my anxiety is terrible, I CANNOT talk to people (it's a wonder how I'm a manager), so I'd definitely stick to bussing tables and helping run super big orders with one of the guys. Maybe even have Beel teach me to make some drinks, because that seems really fun. Basically completely avoiding any kind of one on one service.

And I think there's been chats or devilgrams about mc gaining popularity and having a fan club, so imagine all these patrons requesting me, and the owner has to be like "unfortunately - no." And then someone is like, "I'll pay an extra $100 just to have her" and that's when the owner decides to ask if I'd be willing. Because it doesn't hurt to ask, right?

And I'm like, "Ha! I'd do it for $250", and like, I say it as a joke, but imagine Mammon overhears everything. He'd drag me to the table and say my price, and to everyone's surprise, the demon agrees to pay. Now everyone is like 👁️👁️ interesting.

and now I'm suddenly serving a random demon, and I'm nervous as hell (HA), and I'd honestly spill their drink or something on them. The bill comes, come to find they tipped way over 20%, and wrote a note about hoping to have me again. Now I've singlehandedly paid back a big chunk of Mammon's debt.

now THAT would change my mind real quick. I would do anything for money, I'm so easily convinced 💀 like imagine how much cash I could make in one shift. Anxiety who ??

It ends up becoming a part time gig, and I become the owner's favorite. I learn the bar for fun, and can be requested as a server for a big fee. I'd like to imagine Mammon works extra hard to earn the owner's favor and begs to work the same shifts as me (little does he know I request to work with him bc he makes me feel safe, especially if people get way too drunk)

I've literally brainstormed about this so much, and I've still got more ideas rattling in my brain, SORRY IT GOT SO LONG AAA

- ✨ anon

WOOO!! Congrats, ✨ anon! You are braver than I lol! I've been trying to work up the courage for months, but I keep talking myself out of it. Mostly because I want to commission art of my OCs and I feel absolutely ridiculous asking someone to please spend hours drawing this silly guy from my head lol. It's a me problem, I'll get over it one day. Anyway, I'm sure your commissions will turn out amazing! I hope you enjoy them!

OMG what but I love this idea!! Listen, I have the social anxiety, too (it's so bad wow), so I get it. But I looove that you've got things that help you work this job despite that! Mammon and Beel to count on when you need support and of course the motivation of just... making money!

And it's so sweet that you're making the money to help cover Mammon's debts. And I love that both of you are like... requesting to work together and the other person is unaware of it. That's adorable!

I'm always going to recommend writing your ideas down! It doesn't have to be story-style, sometimes just getting them out of your head in some form really makes a big difference! Especially if it's something you've never told anyone or written down before. Forcing yourself to articulate ideas in a way that would make sense to someone else (even if no one else ever sees it) really helps to make ideas more solid. Then you can expound on them even more! It's a never ending cycle for me lol.

Anyway, I love all of this, I think it's fantastic.

For my part, I'd absolutely be bunny-ing it up at the bar with Beel. I like the idea of him making Devildom drinks and MC making human world ones. The demons that are willing to pay top dollar for MC to wait on them are also willing to pay top dollar for MC's authentic human world drinks! Now you're really rolling in the Grimm!

[numbuh-72]

Jello Goober~!

It Me :3

Anyways, Questions Ahoy!

How Did Gianna Develop The Idea About Fashion?

Basically How Did She Start Getting Into It.

(Why hewwo fellow goober!~)

"Oh! I'm actually glad you're interested to know about how I got into fashion! Well say no more, allow me to tell my tale for you!"

"For those who don't know about my parents, I'll slowly get there, for now I'll talk about my mom since she's gonna be the main part of my story."

"My mother, Rosella, is actually a retired fashionista! Before I came into the world, she used to be a world known model and did shoots for magazines and modeled for fashion shows. She even had her own clothing line at one point! Every outfit she wore at her sessions, are all handmade by her! People would adore my mom and tried to date her at the time. Luckily, she knew those fans can be....different. Only my dad got lucky with her when he at one point helped do a photoshoot one time as a photographer! I'll talk a bit about him another time if someone is curious~"

"When I came into the world, despite having retired recently at the time, my mom still had that...fashion mindset and wanted me to look good in front of others. Some outfits were...ok? And some were...questionable. I guess to me, it didn't really feel like...me, if that makes sense. I wanted an outfit that can impress people...not by someone else, but by me."

"So, I decided to tell my mom one day and said I wanna take a crack at making some outfits of my own and see what I could come up with!"

"Day and night I would study and research on my own time, even observe outfits wherever I go. Just so I have some visual ideas on what I wanna go for. There were times when I even asked for fashion advice and how some picked on the outfit they wore!"

"After taking all the knowledge that was gathered, I got to work on drawing out the outfits and began the dirty work!"

(Fun fact about this sketch, the outfit on the left was Gianna when I first created her! She definitely had went through a change after having this for a very long time! ^w^)

"The first attempt, it was...ok? I had the color palette I wanted to go for and such. Yet...I don't know, I felt like...it wasn't really screaming me yet...it's there but not screaming completely. So, over the time by doing some more outfit researching for mainly inspiration, that's when I made my current outfit! After showing it off to my mom, she actually approved of it!"

"I was glad and to this day, my outfit has been the one to wear, with of course wearing different stuff on certain occasions. I actually have a wardrobe full of clothes that I'm still making as we speak, so far I got some for like the special occasions, like a dance party, or whenever I go out on dates with my girlfriend, or going to the beach~ The list just keeps going, hehehe~"

"But yeah! That's my story of how I got into dressing to impressing a bit!"

"Though word of advice to those who think that fashion is everything, it usually isn't for the most part. Whenever you put on an outfit, it's ususally expressing one on how they either feel, wanting to try something new or trending, trying out a color palette, and so much more!"

"You, as a person, have freedom of wearing whatever you wish, so long as it has some sort of meaning behind it and it's something you are comfortable in since it's made by you!" - Numbuh 72

[atelierlili]

What happened in the thg subreddit?

I didn't want to continue stirring the pot, but honestly I'm still miffed about it so I'm gonna answer. I wouldn't care if it only happened to me, but it didn't and that makes me even more angry lmao. It's why i've been quiet for a few days. I had to simmer down.

I will not provide links of any sort, I don't want this to spark about shitstorm and draw more any more attention it than I already have. If you know, you know, you know?

But the tHG subreddit are guilty of but are not limited to:

Thinly veiled racist remarks regarding fan/artist interpretation of character's skin tone. As if the skin colour of one's skintone doesn't further add to the class disparity that is VERY canon in the books. Then downvoting when people (especially the OP) give their justifications on their interpretation, which is actually supported by the book. Look at a fucking bowl of olives, they come in all different shades and hues. This issue only scratches the surface we talk about race, skin colour and its relationship with the books AND how the community handles it. It's a shit show all around.

2. Unsolicited criticism of fan art. (This is what I'm most upset about.) If someone isn’t asking for criticism, it’s wrong to offer critiques, especially if it’s a stranger. I don’t care if the person critiquing is an artist of whatever skill, don’t even care if it’s Da Vinci himself, it’s inappropriate. Art is time consuming and its is personal even when we say it isn’t. Someone people like to draw things a certain way and sometimes they prefer to use colour outside of conventional means. Who cares. When they share it to their community, they’re sharing something they love and care about, ripping it apart with criticism and critiques spoils that joy. I don't care if you're an artist yourself and you just want someone to improve, if I didn't ask for critiques, I don't want it. You're not an artist at that point, you're a hemorrhoid. Completely unwanted. Gonna need a cream for that.

I view my fanart differently than I would an art assignment I've giving my art teacher for mark. Different frame of mind, different goals. All of which I get to decide if I want criticism or not.

This is how a bad apple spoils the bunch. THG is over 10 years at this point. While the new books and movies bring in new content every now and then, for the most part we're on the smaller side of the fandom. If you ask me, fanfic writers are the backbone of this fandom and we're extremely lucky to have so many talented writers who still continue to write for us. We have a small handful of fanartists in comparison. Go to the THG subbreddit and you might see at least one or two new fanart artwork once a week thanks to the self promotion Sunday. Might see less if this sort of behaviour continues. Sorry, not sorry, but being a total asswort to and dogpiling on your content creators are a surefire way to never get content from them again. In all of this i forget to mention that 95% for fanwork is given away for free to the community, for the community to enjoy.

I didn't think it was that bad until I saw it first hand and in development. If I didn't have my friends here on tumblr and on the discord server, I'd probably straight up leave.

Of course, these issues aren't exclusive on reddit. My first encounter with some nasty individuals began here on tumblr. But its different if one singular user on tumblr leaves an nasty ignorant and racist comment compared to that user getting upvoted a bunch of times and any sort of justification by the original artist or OP gets DOWNVOTED to hell. One asshole is fine, but seeing the dogpile is something else.

Anyway, my relationship with how I viewed the subreddit has drastically changed this week. Not for the better. I'll keep posting to piss people off and let them get a twist in their panties, but I am more certainly going to limit my interactions with users there.