#becuase i've seen them as black since i was a kid

[cosmics-beings]

when nonblack artists (especially white) draw nonhuman characters black or racebend characters black they really need to ask themselves why they subscribe certain traits (like aggression, stupidity, arrogance, largeness, etc.) to black versions of those characters and why they view kinder, wise and morally ambiguous characters as white or lighter skinned.

(kinda unrelated but it also slips into shipping (esp in mlm stances). like why are you making the larger/dominant one black and the smaller/submissive one white or lighter. )

this isn't a jab at anyone , but i just implore some artists to asks themselves why they see a character being aggressive and dangerous and automatically assume that character is black.

at the end of the day you don't even have to listen to me - draw what you want. i am just a faceless icon on tumblr dot com.

[thepiratefish]

I've crated a Spidersona!!

Introducing SpiderBite!

[]Given name: Dusty[]

//Suprised I haven't seen any other spidersona with that name//

There a 14 year old kid who works for A mechanic shop called Difters.

His abilities consist of strength x2, the ability to climb walls, Webs, spidersense, and a set of fangs that can cause mild paralyzation.

They made there Hero Name spiderBite becuase well.. they got bit by a spider and thought if a villan asked about the name he could just say "oh its becuase I was Bitten by a spider definitely not becuase I can poison people by biting them :)"

//He doesn’t have the ability to poison others//

He wears a set of headphones he found during a robbery and he wears a hoodie he stitched together himself. His mask has the ability to cover there hair if they want it to and his eyes can light up with small emojis such as: ? 🌟 ❤️ If he want to.

There boss at there job is Named Jonah Jamieson but prefers to be called Bugs, He teaches them how to repair Cars, Prothestics and other types of things that are brought in.

He also has an extra room that is above the mechanic Garage/Shop that he lets Dusty stay in, He's also the one that Gave Dusty his name

When he First found Dusty he was fighting two rats for a piece of Pizza he stole and decided 'Yeah he's fit for a mechanic' so now he has a Mechanic Job. Bugs tells Dusty he has to pay a rent of 5 dollars every two weeks but instead he just puts it in a jar and saves it up for him.

[] This Part will be there cannon event It Is inspired by BITB by JRWI so If you have a fear of Entomophobia, Necrophobia or just don't like Gore You don't have to read this. []

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There cannon event was when he was wandering down an alley to meet up with his Best freind Benji and his Uncle parker since they hanged out alot but instead found there body's missing the bottom half with most of there insides missing while bugs bit at there what seemed to be rotten corpses.

There were two people who where sitting on there knees limp while bugs crawled down from there faces they had black skin while this yellow goo dripped from there mouths.

He found this after being bit by the spider in there world so they already discovered The ability to climb and shoot webs, out of fear they shot webs pinning both of the things down before running/climbing a wall to get away.

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His main motive now is to destroy these 'creatures' while protecting his city and trying to uncover why these things are doing this and exist in the first place while trying to do his job (and trying to convince Bugs not to send him to shcool).

[] Another Pic I did with them along with the base I used[]

[] Funfacts []

There backpack can tighten when they aren't holding it so they can climb better or run better.

He has a notebook he carries with him and he writes about the villan and criminals he encounters into it.

He kept the two rats he was fighting and named them Cheese and Peperoni.

Nanobots exsist in this world and usually repair clothing and stuff (Most Nanobots can only do that though)

[] Unmasked! Version of Dusty (there was a reason thats there name) []

[cy-cyborg]

Tags from @richie-is-rich

#*unless the wound hasnt healed properly #foolish stop telling people such black and white shit

Firstly, i did acknowledge that:

#there are exceptions of course but there are very few reasons for your oc who lost their arm 10 years ago to still be bandageing it

And pointed to where you can see a longer, more in-depth post i made about this very subject

#i have a longer post about this if you want to know more - its one of the first posts on this account

However, this post is not talking about irl amputees. Thats why i said "amputee characters". It's referancing a specific visual trope in media of people being so uncomfrtable around bodies like my own that they feel they need to cover them in their art. I've been a double leg amputee since 1997, i spent my childhood being told by the adults in my life that i wasn't allowed to wear shorts or anything that didn't cover my legs entirely becuase the sight of my stumps would make my peers cry. Parents put in complaints about me to my school for allowing me to show off my "disturbing deformaties" to other children a.k.a just existing in front of them. This was at the expense of my own health mind you, i lived in a part of australia where our summers averaged in the 40C but i was forced to wear winter clothing. I was sent home with heatstroke several times, all because other people were uncomfortable with my body and thought it should be covered, no matter the risks to my own health.

As an adult i worked on disability awareness programs for children, and at least once a week, i would have a young child start crying when they saw my legs becuase they were expecting to see blood or "something scary", because all the media aimed at kids with characters like me has shown us with bandages or just avoided showing our stumps at all, so why would they assume any different? They all quickly calm down when they realise its not the case, but fuck man, your very presence making children cry because of what they've seen in media is not a good experience to have regularly.

Today, i can't even show myself putting my prosthetics on/taking them off/not wearing them on videos on youtube shorts or tik tok because they get reported as "inappropriate content" and taken down if my legs aren't covered. When i was making educational content about my disabilities on Tik Tok, i very frequently had people comment to tell me that they found amputees "disturbing to look at" and that they were glad my videos were taken down because "kids should't be exposed to that".

This experience isn't unique to me either. For most of my teens/early 20's, i worked with other amputees, including new amputees. People fresh out of hospital and learning how to readjust. I helped them learn to use their prosthetics, told them how to access services, helped them find community, all that shit. And without fail, even those with fully healed stumps would be told at some point that they should cover up and that their legs/arms were gross and disgusting. I've supported amputee teens through eating disorders they developed in part, because they felt they had to "make up" for their gross arms/legs to be pretty. Ive had to sit a group of teenagers down to explain to them what stump fetishizers are, and how they will use that insecurity to get "content" from them by essentially negging them, ("everyone else thinks you're gross, but i don't" - something I also experienced as a teen), and they often get away with it because these kids have never seen bodies like theirs portrayed positively or even neutrally, and they think this is the only way they can be loved or seen as attractive.

I know there are exceptions to the advice i gave. More than just incorrectly healing wounds, burns, gangrene, sepsis, some animal attack wounds, all slow that down. I was one of the exceptions. I had meningococcal septicemia, i was wearing bandages for almost a year post-amputation. But that's not what's going on 99% of the time when someone draws their OC with an amputated arm covered in bandages, or a amputee character from a piece of media where their limb canonically heals fine. They do it because they're uncomfortable with us, or uneducated about the disabilities they're depicting and never thought to double check the trope, which just further perpetuates it.

I realise as a "sevearly burned out nurse" you have likely seen the worst of the worst and this kind of oversimplification can be frustrating. I mean that genuinly. But please understand this is coming from one of the exceptions who this trope hurt. A lot. And who has seen other people in my community get hurt by it. Over and over and over again. I would rather folks like myself, who took a little longer to heal, be overlooked in a very very short, simplified post, than to continue to ignore a very prevalent trope that hurts all amputees. Taking longer to heal is temporary. The way these tropes impact our community can be permanent.

and don't get me wrong, that context is important. That's why the vast majority of my content about disability tropes is very long and does explain, in a lot of depth, the exceptions and what context they might show up in, as well as how to use those exceptions to the rule in ways that aren't harmful where it's applicable. But these simplified, short posts have their place as well. I have covered this exact topic before and did explain the exceptions. It took me days to write. Ive done it twice, actually. Once on this account, and once on a previous account. Im planning to do it again soon, because ive learned more about where the misconceptions and misunderstandings stem from, and how to mote clearly address them. But there's a reason you saw this short, simplified post and not the longer ones I spend days on.

Just a reminder that unless your amputee character lost their limb less than a month ago, their stumps don't need to be bandaged.

[tarlos-spain]

I'd never ask for anything again

This is fic is part of the @tarlosweeklyprompts.

For this week it was "TK and Carlos are happy and have been for three yeas. the've settled into their life together and have a routine that allows them both to thrive. What happens when Alex comes to town and tries to upset that balance?

I have to say I wanted something nice becuase I've write bad Alex a few times now.

So this is it.

Summary: It's been five years since TK and Alex have seen each other.... not after what happened. Now a photo posted by TK to celebrate Tomas' second birthday makes Alex think it's time to make things right with him or at least talk to each other again and maybe... just maybe, apologize for what happened.

"Our beautiful Tomas is 2."

TK never thought an Instagram post with a photo of his oldest son's birthday could help him close one of the most important chapters of his life.

When Alex saw it, among photos of his friends, family and a few landscape photographers, he stopped. Since the night TK had asked him to marry him and he had confessed to having a relationship with his personal trainer they hadn't seen each other.

He knew from mutual friends that TK had given them a scare with an overdose of pills.

He had considered stopping by the hospital to see him, but knew Owen would be there and thinking he was to blame for breaking his son's heart, he decided to stay away. He thought for days about stopping by TK's apartment and talking to him, but the truth was he didn't know what to say to him.

And so, he soon learned that TK had moved with his father to Austin...dragged away, some of the friends he left behind in New York said, and he hadn't heard from him since.

TK deleted him from his list of all social networks, so Alex never heard from hud ex again, and he certainly didn't blame him for it.

And suddenly, five years later, he came across that photo. TK was smiling, there was a light in his eyes that he had never seen when they had been together. Next to him was another man, his boyfriend he thought at first, but the rings on both of their hands gave away his husband's identity. Carlos Reyes-Strand was tagged in the photo. Plus, there were the kids.

TK had children, a two-year-old birthday boy, green-eyed like TK's tousled eyes, who giggled as his father hugged him, and two baby girls, maybe six months old, twins, whom Carlos held and did his best to sit on his lap.

Unlike the boy, who was a small version of TK, the girls were very much like the other man: they had Latin features, black eyes and hair that was also completely black and curly.

The family was completed by a dog, a West Highland mongrel.

He stared at the photo for a moment longer, he couldn't deny that TK had achieved what he would never have been able to offer him.

But he felt something was missing. TK seemed to look at him in that photo and he felt an intense pain in his chest for all the time lost, for having been a coward and not having made that decision much sooner.

*

"So, what do we do?" asked TK as he put Tomas sitting on his shoulders. "Shall we go eat at your parents' house and then stop by my father's house, or shall we get them all together and have fun with your father and my father's arguments about who organizes better, the police or the firemen?"

"Not together, please. That then they end up challenging each other to a game of trivia and by the time we want to leave, the kids have fallen asleep and you know the twins are very rude to wake up."

TK walked over to Carlos, gave him a kiss then reached the half-eaten ice cream cone over his son's head. He just hoped he didn't end up showered in chocolate and mango.

"Okay, so we owe my dad a coffee at his house."

"How about we invite him over for dinner at home? The last few hints about needing bathroom renovations and that I'd be happy to do it to him tell me it would save us a lot of money."

Both Gabriella and Gwyn joined in the car each on their own side, because already at just six months old they were very clear about each other's personal space. They both tried to get Carlos' attention at the same time. Although they were very different, when it came to getting daddy's games and cuddles, they had the same timing.

But Carlos had become an expert at holding each girl with one arm and giving them the attention they needed. Like any child, the twins loved the sand pool in the park where they ended up bouncing like croquettes between Carlos' legs. However, Tomas was much more attentive to cleanliness, in that he was much like Carlos himself, he hated to get dirty and, if he could avoid touching the sand without a very specific reason, he stayed well away.

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[lareinenoir]

Ocean Eyes Loki × Black! Reader Pt 1/4

Inspiration: Ocean Eyes by Billie Elish

Renamed 'My Heaven' to Ocean Eyes

Summary: Your name is Hedda the sister of Heimdal. You trained on Alfheim with the elves leaving your best friend, Loki alone. Then you came back and figured out he was disguised as Odin. You both loved each other, when you were kids. Loki more than you because you had your eyes on Thor. But growing up means leaving childish things behind. Does that include your love for one another?

"It hurts to be in love!" You shout angrily. "It hurts to be in love,Loki Especially with you."

"And you think it's easy for me? I've been in love with you since day one, Hedda! And all you could see was Thor."

Warning: angst, swearing

Word count: 3k

Taglist: @thatweirdwalangpake @schizonephilim

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You had been getting annoyed lately with all of Loki's crap. He had the people build a statue of him after he delivered some speech about how Loki (himself) saved Asgard and how "We should commemorate him."

"Something is missing." Says Odin (Loki) as he stands before the statue with his arms crossed. "Its missing something wouldn't you say so Hedda?" He asks turning to you

Loki had made you his advisor. At first, you didn't want it but it slowly consumed you because you had seen how happy you were becoming.

"Is this really necessary?" You ask with your axe over your shoulder. "The statue is a bit much-"

"Nonsense." He cut you off. "I think it's perfect. A statue for my favorite son." He sighs dramatically putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Whatever." You mumble rolling your eyes, shrugging off his hand. "And you can quit acting like Odin." You say to him "No one is around."

"Gee." He huffed straightening his posture. "You take the gun out of being king of Asgard. Is it because you are jealous, Hedda?" Loki teases

"Jealous?" You question slamming your axe down "What could I possibly be jealous of?"

"Well..." He pretends to think with his signature smirk playing on his pale face. "The fact that I'm king and you aren't."

"I'd be careful what comes out of your mouth next." You say now nose to nose with him. "Becuase I could expose you just like that." You snap your fingers and see his face get hard.

Backing away you straighten your uniform and lick your dry lips as Loki shakes his head. A little chuckle left his throat as he gave you a grin."I forgot how intense you get. All that training on Alfheim and you still are the same old Hedda. They couldn't teach you to smile and laugh on purpose?" He asks as you both stand in the court yard. "To tough for her own good."

"They did teach me something. They taught me how to grow some balls and man up." You spat picking up your axe. "And if you don't like it then-"

"I didn't say I didn't like it." He hushed you making your cheeks hear up because Odin's eyes were now his eyes. Loki's eyes giving you a lavish look.

"I'll be expecting you tonight." You shrug it off and take in a breath. "Under our tree and I'll bring the ale. Don't be late." You scold then walk off.

Loki watched you and you knew it. His eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. He was enjoying what was left of your smell that still lingered in the air.

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The tree was yours and Loki's favorite spot. As children you'd climb it and whenever you and Loki had a fight you'd sit under it and wait for him to apologize.

Some of the time he had no reason to but he always ended up going to the tree with a smile and a flower in his hand. He didn't even have to say the words but the gift of your favorite flower, a daisy, was quite enough.

Nightfall arrived and you ended up being late. You decided to shower and get out of the uniform you wore constantly and put on a dress you wore in Alfheim.

"I thought you were dead." He joked with his head against the tree, reading still in his Odin form.

Rolling your eyes you shrug and sit next to him. "Do you want to burn my eyes? I want to see the real Loki, please and thank you."

You heard him sigh and his outward appearance melted away. Loki turns his head towards you and you see his signature smirk. "Better?" He asks as you pull the cork off the ale.

"Still stupid looking" You mutter raising the jug to your lips.

Loki scoffs and it makes you laugh as he snatches the jug from your lips and takes a sip. Wiping your mouth you take the book he was reading. "Romeo and Juliet?"

Coughing he swallows what was left in his mouth and nods. "A book from Midgard." He tells you. "Romance actually."

"Ah..." You wiggle your brow. "Never took you for a guy who would read something like that."

"Neither did I." He chuckles then gives you a quick over veiw. "You look different. The last time I saw you in a dress was the night before you left. My mother insisted upon a going away party for you. That was the first time you danced with Thor."

"I remember it well." You reminisce brushing back some of your hair as a short breeze flew past you both. "A couple centuries ago. We were children back then."

"You abandon me-us a for a long time." He tells you. It sounded a bit bitter and 'abandon me?' This wasn't what you wanted to talk about.

"Skurge." You start handing him the book back after clearing your throat. "I'm this close to ripping his tounge out of his mouth and shoving it up his ass." You say sucking in your cheeks.

A laugh comes from Loki's throat and you fold your arms. You didn't see what was so funny. "I'm imagining." He tells you

"He's bee running his mouth off about my brother, Heimdall. He says that he betrayed Asgard and Odin. He ran away to escape his sentence." You reply giving him a glance. "My brother is nothing like that. He loves Asgard just as much as the next Asgardian." You lean closer to Loki as your eyes stare at each others. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about these allegations? Would you?"

"Hedda..." He begins averting his eyes. "If the shoe fits-"

Picking up the jug you take a large gulp and stand. "I knew it!" You spat shutting your eyes with your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. "How could I be so foolish!"

"Hedda," Loki begins as you pace back and forth. "Heimdall he's a-"

"You lied to me, Loki!" You shout "You told me Heimdall was-"

"I said he disappeared, that part was true. I don't know where he is. All I know is that at one moment he was there and when I came back a week later to see of he was still frozen, he was gone. Who was going to guard the bifrost? Not I." He explains making you even more angry

"Oh because pretending to be Odin is so hard. You walk around in your bathrobe all day stuffing your face with food. How could you?" You ask shoving him. "And freeze my brother? All he's ever done is help you, Loki. He's been a friend to both you and Thor. You made Heimdall sound as if he has abandon his home!" Your fists clench tight as your eyes begin to glisten. "All so you can play dress up!"

"Don't you dare throw that in my face!" Loki shouts pointing his finger at you. "I've been keeping Asgard safe! They'd be lost without me! The nine realms would be lost without me!"

"No!" You shake your head scoffing. "They'd be lost without Odin. They follow Odin, remember that Loki. That's why you dress as him because you know if you showed them who you really are, they'd never follow you!" You yell angrily as heat rises to your face. "Remember Loki, I've been Frigga and Odin's ward way before you were even brought to Asgard! I've known you your entire life! You may have everyone else fooled but not me! I see right through you just like Thor and my brother! You're still the very last person on Asgard who'd anyone trust!"

"And you're still the same brat who had to be sent away to another realm becuase it wasn't just your mother who didn't want you but your own brother" Loki yelled back

Both trying to catch your breaths you both sit under the tree. Your hands on either side of your face as Loki covers his with his large hand. You weren't upset and neither was Loki. It was just strange to be arguing. Like the friendship you both had long ago, didn't go anywhere. You argued then just like now.

You both sat in silence passing the jug back and forth between you each taking a swig. The silence spoke for Loki. He didn't know what to say and neither did you. Soaking it all in just to drain it out with alcohol.

As you went to hand him the jug, you handed you a daisy. A little smile spread across your cheeks and you licked you lips. No daisy was going to solve anything, you weren't kids anymore and Loki knew this. Maybe it could represent something else.

"Truce?" You asks

"Yes." Loki nods

Taking the daisy in between your fingers you place it against your nose and inhale the smell of it. To bad you weren't kids anymore, this daisy had a different meaning back then. For you, it meant you and Loki were still best friends. For him, it wasn't just an apology but his way of showing how much he cared for you.

"Horns." You said opening your eyes seeing him give you a confused look. "Earlier you asked what was missing. Your big bendy horns."

"Sounds perfect." Loki chuckled as you smile, his hand resting on top of yours.

To be continued...

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