#for now- enjoy another doodle animation!

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Yknow what- you're so right...

[sysig]

Rosawatts, from memory (Patreon)

[dreamcastingdust]

Take this random warm up doodle

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Quiet time

Barbie dolls: poly maurders x reader (James, Sirius, Remus, you)

Word: 1.2k ish

Summary:you're overstimulated (autistic not sex) and Remus' chronic pain flares up and hilarity ensues

Warnings: you stim with your hands and also are overstimulated, I described it with my own experience so it might not be like yours, Remus Sirius and James are dating I know that's crazy but sometimes poly gets tagged with it just being an odd threesome and not actually poly, you watch TV? I think that's it dude

James and Sirius had left for their date a long time ago. You and Remus decided to spend the time they were gone at home. After they had closed the door a lot had happened. When Remus woke up that morning his hip was bothering him. 'only a little' he whispered to you three as you all watched him take pain meds. Remus often downplayed his pain for the benefit of others. He seemed okay though after his meds he was going about his tasks like normal. After Sirius and James left, his pain seemed to quadruple. So you got him into a warm bath. You made him his favorite soup. You made the bed, adding extra pillows for his back. You pulled out Remus' heating pad. You tucked him into bed with his soup and everything else you could think of. Unfortunately within the time it took for you to take care of Remus the world got too loud, your clothes got to clothesy, you could feel your teeth, everything was too much and now you were overstimulated and your boyfriend was practically bedridden.

When you did get overstimulated your partners were nothing but helpful. You often would stop talking, opting for silence. You wanted it dark and the only sound you wanted were sounds that you picked. Like the TV show you've already seen eight million times, the music you picked out. You need your weighted stuffed animal, your weighted blankets, your clothes needed to clothes in the right way, you needed to sit and not do anything for as long as possible.

Your partners were exceptionally good at working with your needs. Remus didn't mind when you stopped talking. He loved your voice but he also enjoyed quiet time. It was nice sitting next to a bundle of blankets that occasionally sprouted a hand holding out a peice of chocolate for him. Sirius would doodle on your arm, the repetitive movements calming your brain. He'd sit in a dark silent room anyday. Getting him to stop talking was sometimes a feat but you could press your finger to his lips and he'd get the message. James would squeeze you very tightly and the compression helped a lot. So that's how you and Remus ended up on either side of your bed, both wrapped up in your own comfort items. Your tv show was playing on the television, Remus didn't mind that he had all the lines memorized. You'd shake your hands every time the intro played and mouthed the words. It's all he needed to know you were more than happy. You had your stuffed animal pressed to your chest and your blankets wrapped around you.

Sometimes Remus felt too hot from pain to want to be all over another person. Sometimes you were too aware of your skin to want to cuddle. The only physical contact you two were sharing was your arms outstretched, your hands resting on the mattress, pinkies pressed against each other. That's all you wanted. The lights were off. Remus thought he might drift off and he hoped when he woke the pain would be gone. Then the door opened.

James and Sirius came prancing in. James was already moving towards the dresser, pulling out comfy clothes. Sirius looked like he wanted to jump into the bed, but he recognized the position you and Remus were in. He moved over to Remus and gently kissed his cheek. Sirius asked him all his regular doting questions. Remus answered all of them. Remus waved Sirius off when Sirius asked if he needed anything. James left to the bathroom to get changed as Sirius moved around the bed to your side.

"How you feeling about physical contact?" You pointed to your cheek. Sirius quickly leaned forward and press a kiss to your cheek.

"How do we feel about cuddles?" Sirius asked, looking between you and Remus. You heard Remus shuffling and moving his blankets to be more accommodating for another person.

"I suppose I could." Remus muttered. Sirius turned to you, waiting on your reply. You pointed to the bathroom. You held your thumb and pointer together to make a tiny spacy between, and then pointed to Sirius.

"You'll cuddle James but not me?" You nodded. Sirius clicked his tounge before pecking your cheek again. He whispered an 'I love you' before quickly moving over to Remus. He gently snuggled up to Remus, not wanting to hurt him. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius. Sirius stuck his hand out behind him and wrapped his pinkie around your yours.

Soon enough James came into the room in his pajamas; red plaid pants, one of Sirius' worn band shirts, and fluffy socks. He first checked on Remus leaning over Sirius' outreached hands to kiss Remus. Sirius tugged on James' shirt, pecking him too. James moved to you, holding his hands behind his back. He knew if he didn't restrain himself he'd want to cuddle you immediately.

"Oh I love this episode." Sirius whispered, staring at the screen. He started to mouth the lines to himself.

"World got too much?" You nodded, letting out a sigh. You leaned to the side, knocking your head into James' abdomen. He took that as a sign you needed his physical affection, wrapping his arms around you.

"You want squeezes?" You nodded against James' chest. He pulled away from you. You scooted forward on the bed, giving James space behind you. He quickly crawled in. James had his legs on either side of you before gently tugging you back. Your back pressed against his chest. James wrapped his arms around you, squeezing lightly. You sighed against his shoulder. James kissed your shoulder. He looked over to Remus. You ran your fingers over the back of Sirius' hand.

"How are you feeling, Moony?" James whispered. He didn't want to be too loud for you and you greatly appreciated it. Remus groaned.

"Like an old grandpa." Sirius smiled at you before nipping at Remus' forearm with his teeth. Remus kissed the top of Sirius' head. James cooed. He gently kissed Remus' shoulder.

"Well I think you're a very hot grandpa." Sirius grimaced at James. James smiled at Remus. Remus burried his face in Sirius' hair looking up at James.

"That was gross James." Sirius whispered. His voice was muffled by the sleeve of Remus' sweater. James sighed, dropping his head against the headboard.

"I'm trying to be positive." James argued, still keeping his tone hushed. Sirius shook his head.

"It was nasty. What kind of person finds old grandpas attractive?" Sirius asked. Remus loosened his hold on Sirius.

"Ouch, Pads." Remus muttered. Sirius glared at him before looking back at James.

"I was being kind, but of course you wouldn't know much about that. I swear you almost mugged that guy at the restaurant." James rolled his eyes as he argued with Sirius. Sirius scoffed before looking to you.

"Can you believe this, baby? He's such a scoundrel. You should've cuddled with me." Sirius giggled at his own joke. You looked over Sirius' head to make eye contact with Remus. He shook his head.

"Would you like to leave them both and run off on our own?" Remus asked. You shrugged and turned your head. You looked away from them entirely. They took that as a sign you wanted quiet time. You slowly fell asleep in James' tight hold. They all kept quiet as they got ready for bed themselves. James just threw a pillow behind his head and scooted down further so he was laying down. Sirius washed his face and Remus took his melatonin. His insomnia and pain often made it difficult for him to fall asleep. They both bolted back into each other's arms the second they finished. Sirius rested his head on James' shoulder as he fell asleep.

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PLEASEEE can you elaborate on the gavinners i cant stop looking at them theyre so pretty

sometimes i forget that outside of my friends and servers, i don't really talk much about my gavinners boys* huh! so basically, i originally wanted to make them so i could beef up turnabout serenade in my roleswap au, kind of like turnabout samurai where you have a lot more characters which in turn means a lot more suspects!

but then i realized, wait, i need to make them in the canon-verse first before i could make their swap au counterparts! and so now they exist pftt

here y'all go, i'm gonna be copy-pasting the character descriptions i wrote for them during art fight pftt <3

🥁 DEIDRE MINUENDO

Height: 5'7" (170 cm), 5'9.5" (176) with boots on Birthday: Jul 7 ♋︎ | Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her, They/Them

Deidre is the seemingly gloomy and stoic drummer of the band The Gavinners! At first, it could be difficult to get a read on them but despite all that, they're just like that because they prefer saving their energy. It might not look like it, but Deidre enjoys company even if they're not the most chatty with it and thrives the most when they are around other people (she prefers it if she's around the people closest to her though). Deidre is pretty sensitive and an emotional person even if they don't outwardly express it. To the people close to them, Deidre has a sarcastic streak and can be pretty snappy when it comes to teasing. She can dish it but she can't take it however as they can get slightly irritated when they're teased back. Even if they are a rockstar, they can get embarrassed when people praise or say nice things about them to their face, he tends to brush affection if even if he is secretly flattered by it (he's not gonna admit it though pftt) They also enjoy doodling here and there and like stuffed animals (they have a few of their own!)

Deidre was the closest to Daryan so the events of 4-3 affected him immensely. They felt betrayed and confused and tried to deny that Daryan would be capable of taking another person's life; they scrambled to do everything to protect Daryan from omitting information and even lying on the stand. In the end, all of their efforts were for naught and they felt incredibly guilty for what they've done, especially since she started antagonizing Preston when he was starting to suspect Daryan. They cut themselves off from the group, their job, and stardom. They ended up severely depressed and started to rarely go outside anymore. Only Doremy (Daryan's twin, also a close friend of his) was able to reach him during this time while Viva tried to but he kept refusing to see him. It took them a long time to finally be able to reconnect with the group and it took them a lot of help and support to be able to be well again. Deidre carries Daryan's betrayal to the group heavily and it took a while for her to start forgiving herself.

⚡ VIVA CHI

Age: 25 | Height: 5'9" (175 cm) Birthday: Jan 1 ♑︎ | Pronouns: He/Him

Viva is the lively and energetic bassist of the band The Gavinners! Though he may seem goofy and a little unserious, he actually is pretty responsible and is the mediator of the band (as the eldest brother of his siblings and the eldest of the band, he kind of made that his responsibility). He's a forensic scientist and has always had an interest in science alongside music ever since he was young (he thinks Ema is very pretty but she finds him annoying pftt). Viva was the last one to join the band when they were all in high school and despite his extroverted personality, felt a little shy at the time getting to know a new group of people (it's because Preston was there who he may or may not have crushed at while in high-school.) He's a lover of all things caffeinated (especially energy drinks though he should really pace himself) which isn't always the best match to the fact that he's got terrible anxiety and thinks himself down a spiral when he gets too worried.

Once the band disbanded after the events of AA4, Viva, though left in a bad place with his anxiety shot through the roof, fared better compared to the other members. He tried his best to keep in touch with everyone with varying successes despite Daryan's arrest being fresh and hurt. - visiting Daryan in prison to hear his side of the story - popping in to check at Preston in his office because the guy started to take worse care of himself - contacting Deidre even if she was trying to isolate and cut herself from everyone and looking out for Klavier even if he buried himself in his work He took a break from music like everyone else, he still hopes one day they can meet up and play music again, not even as a band, but as a group of friends who loved creating music.

🦇 PRESTON KEISS

Age: 25 | Height: 6'1" (185 cm) Birthday: Oct 25 ♏︎ | Pronouns: He/Him

Preston is the mysterious yet magnetic keyboardist of the Gavinners! Tall, dark, and bewitching; Preston is aware of the impression people have of him at first glance and likes to use that preconception to surprise and even catch people off-guard by purposely being silly or crass. He has a number of odd quirks and mannerisms that he doesn't realize he has, people tend to notice but they often let it pass because he is very handsome (pretty privilege lmao). Preston can sometimes be mischievous and finds certain things amusing only to him even if others don't find it as funny. He's always had an interest in horror and the macabre ever since he was a young boy which developed into a great fascination with the special effects used in old and new horror films alike. (He can be a bit jumpy when watching movies even if he loves to do it, he can't help it if the movie gets to him!) He plays up his whole immortal vampire schtick because the fans tend to theorize if he really was one. (He is not, he'd love to be one though pftt) Preston is very stubborn and adamant about his opinions and can be difficult to sway if he thinks he's correct; he is also quite awkward when it comes to personal matters, as can be seen in his strained relationship with his older sister and whatever romantic thing he's trying to achieve with Viva. He's used to acting larger than life when the cameras are on but being raw and honest has him feeling a little embarrassed and stilted. Preston smokes and keeps it a secret. (Don't tell Viva that!)

Preston was the first person in the band to start suspecting Daryan which he mostly kept to himself at first but wouldn't deny when you asked him (Deidre did not like that.) After Lamirior accused Daryan in court, Preston was determined to make Deidre confront the truth (unfortunately, not taking in why Deidre might be upset and in denial about it) which caused them to have a fight (with Viva being unsuccessful in de-escalating it.) After the Gavinners disbanded, Preston didn't feel very well after Daryan got sent to prison and lost contact with Deidre (whom he hasn't talked to since the case. [he misses them.]) He seemed fine afterward with his workload seeming to increase though upon closer inspection, he's started taking worse care of himself, skipping meals, and losing his interest in music. Preston has a lot of baggage to sort through regarding his friends and his family that will be difficult and painful for him to confront, but rest assured, he's gonna come out of it happy and well.

and here's a compilation of some very old turnabout serenade drawings too :^]

(i didnt make dei's bday turnabout serenade on purpose, it was a tragic happy accident DFGHDJ i wanted his bday to be 7/7 bc i made daryan 6/6 but then the date. i realize the date orz)

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“This museum is celebrating its 100th anniversary? Wonder if there will be any pictures of me during its 200th anniversary.” 🎉✨

Happy birthday to my twst oc, Finn Lyder! I wanted to celebrate by doing my own spin on the Platinum Suit cards, so I decided to have Finn carrying a tray of candy apples since none of the other Pomefiore Platinum Suit cards include a snack. Then I let people over on Instagram vote for Finn’s duo partner and they all chose Sebek (which is a perfect pick since they are both in the Equestrian Club), so I included a doodle of what Sebek would give him for his birthday.

Below is a vignette I wrote for Finn and Sebek in the style of the other Platinum Suit cards, so feel free to read it below! Enjoy!

Platinum Suit template by @fumikomiyasaki

Finn’s Platinum Suit Vignette

Finn: This place just keeps going and going. I think there can’t be another floor and then there’s another set of stairs waiting for me. I’m tired of climbing stairs, let’s see what we’ve got on this floor.

Finn: Oh! A picture of the raven that served the Fairest Queen. What a loyal sidekick to have at her beck and call, makes me want one of my own.

???: Who’d want to serve as your sidekick?

Finn: Speaking of sidekicks, looks like I stumbled into one of Malleus’s sidekicks.

Sebek: Excuse you, human! I am not Lord Malleus’s sidekick. I am his loyal knight ready to protect him at a moment’s notice.

Finn: Geez, is there really a difference?

Sebek: What was that!?

Finn: Nothing! Just admiring how this painting captures the likeness of the Fairest Queen’s loyal servant.

Sebek: Really? How so?

Finn: This raven would fly to the Queen’s side no matter where she was or the time of day. He would also bring her ingredients from all over the world for her potions. Talk about total loyalty.

Sebek: How commendable. Going above and beyond should be the goal of any servant if they truly wish to stand proudly at their liege’s side.

Finn: Makes me want my own loyal companion. Imagine all that I could accomplish.

Sebek: What animal companion would you seek to aid you?

Finn: Hmm. I’ve always wanted a trusty steed…but…

Sebek: Ha! That’s a bold comment considering your performance in the Equestrian Club!

Finn: Hey, I do just fine!

Sebek: Your horse, Minimus, hardly listens to your whims. Often he is leading you around and through the courses.

Finn: I think you’re just exaggerating-

Sebek: Just the other day, you tried to lead Minimus through the mud and he kicked you into it. Then you tried to wrestle him into it as well. Riddle was ready to have both of your heads.

Finn: Don’t remind me. I had to clean the whole stables by myself, which took forever.

Sebek: Maybe you’re more cut out to be Minimus’s sidekick.

Finn: What?! Don’t be ridiculous! Me? A sidekick for a horse?

Finn: One day Minimus and I will be the best duo there ever was! Just you watch!

Sebek: Now here’s a painting I recognize. This is the rabbit known for his punctuality according to Deuce’s anecdotes about his hometown.

Finn: Yeah the White Rabbit was always in a rush from place to place. He worked hard to always be on time and do his duty. I don’t know how he did it.

Sebek: Oh, do you have trouble with tardiness, Finn?

Finn: Most days no, but occasionally I do oversleep.

Sebek: How many detentions have you received this year?

Finn: None.

Sebek: None!? That’s not possible if you’ve been late to class!

Finn: Watch the volume! Geez…I have a secret to not getting any detentions or tardies.

Sebek: Really? What is it?

Finn: Parkour.

Sebek: What!? How does that safeguard you from detentions?

Finn: Let’s take last week for example. I overslept because I stayed up to study for a big exam in Alchemy. I’m sure you already know that Crewel is unforgiving of tardiness, so I knew I would receive an automatic fail if I showed up late for oversleeping.

Sebek: He is ruthless when it comes to punctuality.

Finn: So I had to make it to the third floor and I was right in front of the main staircase; however, I encountered an obstacle.

Sebek: Which was?

Finn: Professor Crewel himself.

Sebek: What a grim predicament to be in.

Finn: Exactly. Crewel smirked and began heading up the stairs. Obviously if I wanted to beat him to class I’d have to sprint by him, which would give me a detention and I’d still be late. Instead, I took off into the courtyard. From there I took a running start and swung up onto the nearby archway. I quickly scaled the siding and used a column on the side of the school to climb my way up to the third floor. I jumped from window to window until I made my way to where the Alchemy lab would be on the third floor.

Sebek: What physical prowess! But you still haven’t gotten into the lab.

Finn: Well from there it was down to luck because the person sitting in front of the window was none other than Silver. I quickly tapped on the window and luckily, he turned around and let me in. Then I shut the window and slid into my seat just as Crewel walked in. I wish you could have seen the look on his face. He was so mad, but he couldn’t fault me because I was in my seat before he arrived. So that, Sebek, is how parkour has saved me from getting detentions.

Sebek: I can’t say I approve of you besmirching the school grounds, but I can commend your physical capabilities as not everyone is capable of such feats.

Finn: I would besmirch the school grounds again and again if it means I don’t besmirch my attendance record. Vil would never let me live it down if I couldn’t make it to class on time.

Finn: Oh, I recognize this painting. I used to love this story as a kid.

Sebek: Really? I’m not familiar with this piece.

Finn: This shows the demigod at the end of his journey to become a hero. He had been adopted by a loving couple, but he set out to find his real family because he wanted to know where he came from and where he belonged. At the end of his journey he realized that it didn’t matter who his family was because he had found where he belonged, with those who helped him along the way.

Sebek: What a touching tale. Is it a story your parents read to you as a child?

Finn: No, I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew my parents.

Sebek: I apologize for my carelessness! I shouldn’t have asked something so thoughtlessly-

Finn: It’s really fine Sebek, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t really care to know who my parents are or who they were. I’m me and that’s what matters.

Sebek: Really? You have no need to satiate a curiosity to know your past?

Finn: Yep. Besides, if I didn’t grow up in the orphanage, I wouldn’t have met so many interesting people. I always had plenty of kids to play with, not to mention I got to hear all kinds of stories.

Sebek: I suppose you would get to meet people from all over Twisted Wonderland.

Finn: Yeah, there was never a dull moment back at home. If I didn’t grow up there, then I never would’ve known all those kids.

Sebek: Huh, what a positive outlook to have.

Finn: Of course that’s just how I see it. There are different perspectives and of course things weren’t perfect as they were, but I was happy, and that’s what really counts. I had a place where I belonged.

Sebek: A place to belong…

Finn: But I won’t be going back there after I graduate. I probably won’t ever go back.

Sebek: Bwah!? Why not if you think on it so fondly?

Finn: There’s nothing left for me there as most kids come and go very quickly, so the ones I know won’t even be there anymore. Besides, my eyes are on the future now! Twisted Wonderland’s a big place and I’ve got tons I want to see.

Sebek: Really? Where’s one place you’d want to go to?

Finn: How about…Briar Valley? With you serving as my personal tour guide!

Sebek: What!? How dare you boldly assume I’d serve as a guide for you, human!

Finn: Come on, we’re club mates, not to mention I’m your upperclassman.

Sebek: I won’t allow you to persuade me so easily!

Finn: Really? Then I’ll just go ask Silver and he’ll say yes.

Sebek: Huh?

Finn: There’s no way he’d turn me down, he’s such a nice guy. Thanks for hanging out, see you later Sebek!

Sebek: Wait! Don’t think I’ll let this drop so easily, Finn!

[demonslayedher]

Something I really loved about this past episode (and I loved a lot of things about this episode) is that I got to enjoy Himejima at his dweebiest.

I've been on the meta side of enjoying Himejima so long now that I feel like I went straight from "ugh, crying is this guy's personality" to "Himejima is deeply jaded but that has nothing to do with how deeply everyone respects him." This episode is that wonderful space in between where Himejima is an even bigger dork than most of the rest of the Hashira. Like, you could expect that this is going to be his role for the rest of the series and still be just as happy with seeing another side of him, like "haha, of course he cries about trash. OMG, he loves cats. HAHAHAHA LOOK AT HIM HE THINKS HE IS HIDDEN BEHIND THAT SKINNY TREE" because he's just such an adorable oaf.

Also, I startled myself a bit when I thought that, because often when I say that I love oni (of the red- and blue-skinned cartoony kinds), I say its because they are such big, silly oafs. My apologies, Himejima, I know you would make a terrifying oni.

But that's the beautiful of this episode. People only following the story in the anime don't know that yet.

I'm so happy we got the silliest of Himejima Taisho Secrets animated, both the way he is goo when holding a cat, and how seamlessly they integrated Himejima smacking Inosuke face first into the ground with the flippancy of a cat knocking a cup off a countertop. That is one of my favorite Gotouge doodles ever.

Anyway, that is my happy, cheerful, "yay, Himejima is so cute and silly" ramble. I really hope to see his flashback get the same dramatic treatment that Muichiro's did (which would be especially satisfying after showing this light side of his character so we get that contrast), and I'm very excited for the next episode. But man, we don't *truly* get Himejima until he's facing off against Kokushibo, do we?

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Basekhwa

Interesting one this time, in that we've got a lot of details, but not a lot of specificity as to what it looks like. The most we get is phrases like "with a tap of the hoof" which can cue us into the fact that it has hooves. Mostly we hear about things it does. So, before we see what people did with that, the obligatory links.

If you are confused as to what this post is about, please see https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. The specific entry this week's artists are working from can be found here:

And now, art below the cut in roughly chronological order.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) got hers in first this week, and it's a really charming creature. I think the colored-pencil medium gives the drawing a little extra something. A really clever interpretation here, I think, is that it has a trunk for catching snakes -- which makes sense if you think about it. The first thing we're told about them is:

Basekhwas are the enemies of snakes; when they feel weighed down with weakness, they draw snakes from their holes with the breath of their noses and, overcoming the fatal nature of their venom, eat them and are restored.

If an animal is luring snakes out by putting its nose against their hidey-holes, it seems entirely sensible to have the nose do double duty as an appendage for dealing with the snakes when they come out. I also enjoy the long flappy ears and the tapir-like coloration. This one, it seems, has been shot -- the entry does say they're an easy mark for archers -- but that's what the snake is for. (And thank you for the alt text.)

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) notes that a creature that is mentioned to have both hooves and horns is surely an ungulate. I don't know enough about taxonomy to comment, so sure! They've picked a couple different ungulates to mix together for this design -- for details on that, see the linked post -- and given it a horn structure that's ideal for scooping up snakes from the ground, which I like. They describe it as turning out quite "feral unicorn-esque", which I can definitely see.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) brings us another detailed pen drawing. In their laudable drive to incorporate as much of the material as possible, we can see that they have found a creative way to show us additional scenes in this animal's life: in little vignettes on the Stylized Tree. Another fun nose on this one, too -- CheapSweets notes that it's inspired by the saiga antelope. All of this is very good, and the baby hidden in the bush is adorable. For detailed discussion of this art and how it relates to the entry, please see the linked post. (And thank you for the alt text.)

@pomrania (link to post here) regrettably was unable to do a final version, but posted their doodles. Given that I'm tagged in the post, I assumed they were meant to be put here. I kind of like the glimpse here into their process, with all these different scenes from the entry being brought in to toy with. Also I think the one labelled "frozen" is quite funny, and I enjoy that one is labelled "baby".

@strixcattus (link to post here) gives us this rather chimeric creature that kind of makes me think of an okapi if you turned the "different fur patterns in the front and back" thing up to 11. What I really like here is the horn asymmetry -- there's a little of it in CheapSweets's entry, in the middle vignette if you look close, but Strixcattus is taking it to another level. Both artists seem to have been inspired by the same part of the entry, i.e., this sentence:

Of their horns, the right-hand one is better for medical purposes.

If one horn is better medicine than the other, it's pretty reasonable to think they might look different. What I think is interesting here is that CheapSweets decided the medicinal horn should be the longer one, but Strixcattus made it the shorter one. Much to think about. (Oh, and the way it's posed so that the horns frame the sun is also really cool in my opinion.) As usual, please check out the linked post for Strixcattus's modernized description of this beast; I think this week's is particularly interesting actually.

Side note: I did a quick google to make sure that the okapi was indeed the animal I was thinking of and this was the first suggested question in the results (note that I just searched "okapi", no other words) :

... oh dear. The way search results are changing really is going to be a problem, isn't it?

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) has drawn something I find delightful. (And not just because I like her medieval-inspired style.) I actually laughed out loud seeing this one just because it's such a fun take. Here we have a Basekhwa "weighed down with weakness" and "draw[ing] snakes from their holes with the breath of [its] nose." I think everyone else went with "the breath is a lure and then the Basekhwa grabs/stabs/stomps/bites them", but Coolest-Capybara decided that it's not exhaling, it's inhaling, and it just hoovers the snakes out. I love it. Both the tired-looking Basekhwa and the rather panicked-looking snake are amazing. (And thank you for the alt text.)

Anyway, to the Aberdeen Bestiary:

... um.

Yeah, there are a few of these -- I think this is the second we've seen so far. Someone cut out an illustration at some point. So we're going to look towards the "sister manuscript", the Ashmole Bestiary:

So this one is... a deer.

I didn't know any of that stuff about deer, did you?

Not much I have to add here, but let me share a folk etymology I redacted for this entry.

The offspring of the deer are called hinnuli, 'fawns', from innuere, 'to nod', because at a nod from their mother, they vanish from sight.

I just... I don't think that's true.

[hummingjay]

My First OC that I haven't Scrapped in like a week: Kasuar or the Cassowary, flightless harbringer of rage. Fun fact, she was originally an OC Ara unit that was put into the war and I eventually just made her into a different replika type and now she is the manifestation of my rage.

Two pages of lore and three pages of bonus doodles under the cut!

KSAR  (Kampf-schlicht-angriff-replika) “Kasuar”

(Combat-simple-attack-replica) “Cassowary”

Light infantry units, 180 centimeters tall. Light Infantry units mostly used in frontal attacks, excelling in trench and siege warfare.

Kasuars love combat and possess an easy persona to manage with bladed weapons as stabilizing objects. Originally meant to be cheap and simple long-stationed infantry for light work, their violent personalities have convinced our ÆON strategists to exploit their use as beserkers.

Their Neural maps are from a religious zealot of a religion long-banned by both the Empire and the Nation called ##########, their fanaticism now directed towards near-religious patriotism not dissimilar to worship. They suffer from what commanding officers call “extreme bloodlust”, and will wrestle violently with one another, often sustaining injuries from the practice even when not in combat. These units generally imprint on nearby STAR or STCR units, admiring them for their close-quarters-combat prowess, and they regard SAPR units as parental and protective figures, often more willing to listen to them than their commanding officer. For this reason it’s not uncommon for Kasuars to hang on to Schnäpper units as they walk. If their Starling or Storch dies or is decomissioned, they will fall into a state of rage or sadness, sometimes oscillating between the two. It’s also not unheard of for Kasuars to become romantically attracted to respective Starlings and Storches.

They carry bladed weapons, usually heavier ones such as swords and axes as fetish objects. When given the chance, these units relish CQC and will violently maim enemies, storming trenches like rabid animals unless explicitly told to take prisoners. After being disarmed it is not uncommon for units to use discarded limbs as blunt weapons, which they will later carve the bones of which into tools or decorations. Though technically contraband, it’s recommended to not confiscate the morbid carvings. They like to decorate their firearms with flower petals on string, and are fond of Ara units who help them find or grow flowers to gather the petals. They generally treat medical units such as Eules with a strong fondness and will keep a close eye on them to keep them safe. One can grow close to them by catching them sharpening their weapons, when they are at their calmest, when conversation can be initiated. Do not speak of religion of any sort. An additional method of getting close to a Kasuar is gifting them a blunt weapon such as a hammer or club. The more elaborate the weapon the better, and one-handed weapons are preferred, in contrast towards their preferences towards bladed weapons. Do not gift a Kasuar a dagger, as this act is seen as a declaration of love, ill-advised unless one is willing to reciprocate. Kasuars are fervently devoted to their lovers and will carve totems as gifts.

They have a strong group culture akin to Starlings, which they allow other units to enter, though rarely, by proving themselves to the cadre. Eules who heal the cadre report that the units are surprisingly gentle with those who don’t enjoy violence and allow the Eules to style their hair, which is longer than most replikas. Storches and Starlings who enter will often wrestle with them. Kasuars will dig trenches and small openings in the ground for Ara units they grow fond of. Kasuars will sleep close to their compatriots, side to side in a straight line. Older Kasuars sometimes whisper odd chantings in their sleep. Never place a Kolibri or other bioresonant unit near them during this time, as the they will experience deeply unsettling nightmares which they refuse to recount. 

Degraded Kasuars are angry and difficult to control, often crying for hours, before possibly falling into a state of insanity-induced violence towards both allies and enemies due to combat fatigue. This state is called ‘wutblindheit’ by medical units and is untreatable but temporary. It is possible to have a Starling, Storch or Schnäpper that they have grown close to calm them down. It’s also best to give them a blanket and have their respective Starling or Storch talk to them. Once degraded, Kasuars will either fall into a state of wutblindeit or revert to disturbing rituals such as cutting the palm, drinking their own oxidant, making necklaces from body parts such as fingers, seldom but possibly their own, and carving odd symbols from banned religions onto their flesh and armor. The practices are possible remnants of a gestalt life and are mostly harmless to others unless they are interrupted or told to cease, which causes them to attack whoever ordered them to stop. Decommissioning is difficult and it is better to send them on a task with an abyssmal survivability rate.

For reasons unknown, Kasuars have a deep love of animals, often attempting to befriend dogs, cats, birds, and horses, and will keep large spiders or centipedes as group pets. It is not uncommon for Kasuars to allow their bugs to build webs and burrows on vehicles. After finding a pet the Kasuars will come together to name it. If an officer is to confiscate the animal it is to be done before this happens, as named pets are honored as part of the cadre, sometimes brought into battle. Some ÆON commanders actually encourage this practice, as seeing a soldier with a centipede coiled around their arm is intimidating at best. The death of named pets speeds degradation, but this can be countered by allowing the cadre to mourn properly. Attempting to gift a replacement pet is ill-advised and viewed as an insult to the previous pet.

Kasuars have a deep love of their melee weapons, keeping them in pristine condition and even sleeping with them. Kasuars rarely allow others to hold their weapons, and often the weapons of fallen Kasuars will be passed to lovers or friends. In the case of a Kasuar allowing one to hold her weapon, know that this is a sign of feeling safe, and is a declaration of affection second only to gifting a dagger.

Kasuars show fear so rarely that it is thought that they are incapable of the emotion, making them ever-suitable for the dangerous tasks they find themselves on. However, in the rare case of a FLKR unit being stationed near Kasuars, they will show signs of deep fear, nervousness, and agitation. Officers report that Kasuars will jump at the sound of a Falke’s voice, and will resort to rubbing the neck and forearms, as if checking for wounds. ÆON psychologists speculate that Falke unit voice modules resemble the mother figure of the gestalt neural template, the former of which has a civil record of domestic violence and abuse. In the case of this agitation, Kasuar units will retreat to areas deemed safe, usually near trusted Schnäppers, Starlings, Storches, and sometimes medical units that healed them in the past. If reprimanded harshly by Falke units, Kasuar units will often retreat to tents where they can be heard crying and muttering that they are safe repeatedly. It is best to have a gestalt officer act as a relay point between Falke units and Kasuars. Never allow a Falke to physically touch a Kasuar, not even gently,, as they will become even more agitated and will freeze up, and will refuse to speak for days on end. The Kasuars in the cadre will become extremely protective of the agitated Kasuar and will refuse to let anyone see her until she has calmed down, sometimes screaming at medical units to stay away.

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Writing Request: Reader X Feral Raph 🐻

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You gasped.

There was a wet plop.

You wheezed.

The next was more of a plap.

You gagged.

The churning was stirring a pot of viscous fluids.

The metronome was a metered one that relentlessly ticked on your demise.

How did you get here?

You knew but with each thrust it was getting hazier.

You dug into the soft soil beneath you and saw the treads of your other attempts to dig yourself out.

It packed as deep in your nails as the cock in your cunt.

No number of scrubbings would be enough to clear it away.

You'd be stained from the work that was being done over your body.

Your chin in the mud.

Your breasts flattened under the weight of your body.

The giant hands fisting your thighs.

You were held a cock height so he could rut right down into your comparatively tiny pussy.

Raph was lost.

It seemed like only an hour ago, you were together.

Present.

You had convinced him out to a costume party.

He had reservations about his size and the crowd, but you convinced him you wouldn't leave his side. You had heard stories of what he was like when he was perceived to be abandoned, but that wasn't your Raphie. Raphael was as sweet as could be. His sharp looks were all a show and he was really a teddy bear that had suffered a mix-up in materials. He was downy soft despite being packed with dense muscles and he gave hugs like no other.

You got him and you matching kigurumi's so he would be at his utmost comfortable. Since most costumes didn't equate for his size, the bulk of the oversized kigu was perfect. He was one shade of bear and you were the other. Together you were the picture of adorable and took a ton of pictures before going on. You arrived at the party in full swing and pulled him through the apartment.

There were drinks.

There was dancing.

Raph bumped a few people, but they seemingly cheered at his existence. His anxiety never quite broke, but you could tell he was enjoying himself for what it was. He could be out at place where there was barely a few inches between him and another person and he wasn't a threat.

He was your big teddy bear and you adored that you were able to make this happen.

You watched him blush as someone flexed in front of him for a compliment of his muscles.

Your arm was grabbed and you were spun around.

"Well aren't you beary cute?" A sickly smelling man poured over you.

"Sorry." You clipped and pushed him. "Not interested.

"Did I ask?" He tugged you harder and you felt it as a warning. "Or are you showing how wild you are? Wild animal and all..."

"Let. Go." You sent him one last glare before you sicked your giant boyfriend on him.

"I do like them fierce..." He leaned in with his tongue leading.

Your body was in motion on complete muscle memory.

The perks of dating a ninja: self-defense training was his love language.

Your other hand came around and caught his wrist. The man's guard dropped as it brought you a little closer and you used that to your advantage. You twisted his arm around which propelled him forward. He bent at the waist, ducking straight into the throng of people, and your knee came up, straight into his face.

He let go as he dropped to the floor and you made a run for it.

The maneuver sent you away from Raph, but he was easy to spot. You just needed some distance for safety's sake and curved toward the wall to turn.

"You're that bear...!" Another man seemed to appear in parting people. "Where's Javier...?"

Still charging, you recognized the pattern you had been taught.

These men were a group.

They preyed on unsuspecting people at parties.

You dropped and slid to disappear amongst legs.

You heard the man call out to this 'Javier' and the telltale voice of the man that had grabbed you respond.

You also heard Raph.

He called out your name.

You had to get back to him.

You bet he hadn't moved and crawled on your hands and knees amongst the party muck.

It was fine; hands could be washed.

You would rather be safe.

"There's my teddy!" A new voice dribbled poison and you were scooped up around the waist.

Three men.

How many more were there?

There was no time to consider as you went to stomp on his foot.

He wore a hefty boot and hoisted you off the ground.

No momentum for a crotch shot.

No hope in swinging your head back to headbutt him.

You threw your legs out and kicked others who's attention were caught.

Someone yelled for him to stop.

Your heard Raph again.

You wriggled upward and saw a glimpse of him.

His expression turned dark and he moved to barrel forward.

"Mama bears on the move!"

"Don't worry." The most malicious voice behind you was assured.

"Raph!!! Stop!!!" You screamed as loud as you could.

You were squeezed so tightly your vision temporarily whited out.

You heard a crash.

One only a giant snapper body could make.

You were in motion.

Three pairs of footsteps.

You wheezed on oxygen and fawned to get your bearings.

You exited the party.

A left.

Stairwell down.

All seven flights.

People yelling.

Outside.

The street air.

A left.

Two blocks and an alley that led to a lot.

You were dropped straight to the ground as they seemed to think you were unconscious and they talked.

"Why'd you take them!?"

"Shut up!"

"Did you see that guy!? He was like Godzilla!"

"Shut up!!"

"We don't kidnap people!!!"

"What did I say!?" There was an obvious power struggle.

"He's coming. He's for sure coming... He's going to kill us. He totally has atomic breath!"

"That's movies, man!"

"I say we ditch the bear!"

"Yeah, move on!"

"Broke my nose!! Do you see me!? What happened to my beautiful face?!"

"Vain much?"

"You weren't much to look at!"

"Fuck you!"

There was another toppling, this one in wet grass, and you chanced lifting your head. You caught the tail end of one of the men, the second one from what you could tell, curse the other two and ran. His cohorts were busy beating each other up in an even match.

You slinked forward a bit on your belly to test movement. The men didn't seem to notice and you debated fast or slow. There was advantages to both. Slow gave you stealth and their distraction meant you could creep away. You were in public now and had the best chance of flagging a helpful stranger.

Fast was instinct. You ran with as much as you could to put as much distance as you could. You had seen how much speed the three had garnered on the way out and weren't sure if you could match it. There were still two of them and they seemed to have a good idea of the area. That meant if you went one way, the man chasing you could cut you off by leading you to the other.

That meant you went slow and you crawled along.

"Stay down!"

You stopped dead and waited.

A hand caught your foot. "Now! You!"

You felt yourself dragged back all the progress you made.

You also steeled your core.

You just needed to twist and kick at the right moment.

You counted down.

"We-!"

There was a comical washboard bang and your leg dropped back down to the ground.

"-DON'T KIDNAP PEOPLE!!!"

You looked as sly as you could to see the third and man you pegged as the worst holding a piece of sheet metal.

He tossed it aside and glared at you.

You kept your head down, but didn't look away.

"Do me a favor and report him to the police. You got him. I had nothing to do with it." He raised his hands of the matter.

No, he only was the one that grabbed and carried you all the way here.

He waved and stumbled off as he was clearly concussed.

No sans all, but one, you sat up and saw the first man in a heap. In a slow heft, you got up and located some on rope. You tied the mans arms and legs off just in case before you sat back and searched for your phone. Your pockets were empty and you cursed the comfort of a kigurumi. Those deep bowels the touted also made them easy for dropping objects if someone was to, say, be picked up and rushed down some stairs.

Resisting rubbing your face as it would only spread the mud you were caked in, you tried to recall the steps. Your adrenaline was wearing off and with it it was taking the carefully counted turns you had made. It was a right you thought, but there were three exits from the lot. Then it was two blocks back the building and reversed was a right. You just needed that alley and you studied the mud to see if you could tell from footprints. Unfortunately the scuffle meant there were a lot of them and you did your best to trace them.

There was a howl on the wind.

It was so haunting that you paused.

it tapered off and to your ears almost sounded like the word, 'alone.' There was no way a wolf would be in the city, but you guessed if there was then they'd definitely be alone. You looked up toward the moon for the sake of it and safe a gnat sized object leap from the tops of buildings.

You had never seen him from this view, but you knew what it was like to be up close and personal with those kinds of jumps.

"Raph!!!" You shouted, but didn't see him peer out. "RAPH!!!"

You waited, but still didn't see him from where he had jumped.

Your arms fell from where your hands had come up to help project your face. "Raph..."

There was a guttural puff of air behind you.

it bled lethal heat through your layers and you stiffened.

The wolf?

There was no wolf.

Even if there were, even with how big those animals were, there was no way it was at the height that just breathed on you.

You were very cautious as you turned.

The unmistakable silhouette of your boyfriend appeared.

"Raph!" You spun and launched yourself at him.

He caught you clean around the middle with one fist and held you up. "Monster."

"Monster?" You weren't held too tightly, but he had you pinned and your hood had fallen over your eyes. "Where? What?"

"Wild bear...!" He huffed and you were raised up even more.

"I'm...! Me? It's a costume! Raph, what-!?" You got enough height to glimpse him.

His eyes were gone in murky whites.

He wasn't in shambles, but he looked every bit of distressed.

He had seen you get taken.

He hadn't been able to immediately find you.

What happened then?"

"Raph..." You ushered as softly as you could. "It's me..."

"Raph doesn't know bears..."

"You know one..."

He frowned.

You weren't sure if he remembered Ghost Bear or not but he looked adorably put out by your disagreement.

"Monster!" He decided and shook you little.

It made your head spin and you lolled to recover. "D-don't... do that..."

"Smash bear... Get rid of bear..."

"Y-you're a bear too...!"

He blinked once.

You were brought closer and he sniffed you. "Look for yourself..."

"Tricks..."

"No tricks..." You tried to flick your hood out of your way but failed. "There's mud right, so there should be a puddle. I swear. Just take a look."

He openly contemplated before he held you out of the way of his vision. He then stomped over to a corner and looked forward in an exaggerated lean. He recoiled on a sharp whine.

"See...?"

"Trick!" He snarled.

"It's not!" His grip grew a little tighter. "Ah!"

"Evil!"

"It's a costume!" You choked.

He held firm.

"Mine too!"

"No!"

"Yes!" You shook your head to show how your hood flopped. "See!? Look! Test it yourself!"

"Trap!"

"No! I'm stuck!" You wriggled. "Just look!"

He echoed high pitched nerves before he fearfully reached in.

You stayed as still as he could as he could your hood.

With the barest pinch, he pulled it back and revealed your face.

"Raph..." You told him with some relief.

You were lowered to the ground and he wiped a hand over his head.

his own hood was shoved back and he looked again in the puddle.

Instead of flinching away, he stared and then looked at you. "Why?"

"It wasn't a trick. We went to a party. It... was good until it wasn't, but we're okay now."

"Raph alone...!"

Your mouth opened and closed.

You showed him your hands.

He watched on with barely subdued terror.

You had really scared him.

"I'm sorry I left you alone. I didn't mean to, but we're together now. As we should be..."

"Should...?"

"Yeah, we're together."

"The same?" He glanced at the puddle and right back.

"The same." You nodded.

He looked into the water one more time before he shyly came closer. His eyes were still pale. You waited him out until you felt safe in trying to touch him. He was hyper aware of your every move and you went as slow as could be. You eventually got your hand against his cheek and hoped he didn't mind the dirt too much.

"You're okay. I'm here. We're together."

His lids grew heavy before he slumped into you.

You stumbled a little against his full weight.

"Together..." He rumbled.

You pet his head. "Together."

"The same."

"The same." You might need to correct that last part because it seemed to exclude how much bigger than you he was.

"Same... Mates..." He continued to make that satisfied noise as he scrubbed his beak into your torso.

"Mates....!" You squeaked and his hot breath baked into the thick fabric of your kigu.

He nodded in a scrub.

He wasn't wrong, but he had never phrased it like that.

It felt feral.

It felt long term.

You had been together for awhile, but something that had the connotation for life short circuited your brain.

You were abuzz with those thoughts and didn't realized he had gotten your buttons until you felt his claws against your skin. Not wearing anything under the kigurumi seemed like a good idea when you first headed out. Parties were hot and there was a lot of fabric. It was meant to cool you down, but all it did now was scald you.

"W-woah! R-raph! Wait!"

"Mate..." He licked straight across your belly and you tittered. "Good..."

You moaned as he overpowered you and sunk deeper into your outfit. It peeled away from your torso and exposed your upper body to the air. It bit your skin for a searing contrast and you fisted what you could get of him.

He must have liked the feeling because he came up and pressed right into you for a kiss.

Muscle memory had you melting.

His tongue swept thick and all encompassing into your mouth and you submitted. Since he was crouched you allowed yourself to drape over him and kissed him deeper. His churrs vibrated straight through your spine. He shook free the last vestiges of your attack and swallowed them up. What was left was his usual steadfast support and your trust in him.

When he broke free, you looked over his favorable.

He devoured the attention and smiled.

You figured his pupils would surface then, but your world inverted.

Before you could orient yourself, what was left of your kigurumi was peeled from your hips along with your underwear. Held by one leg, your other fell from gravity and exposed your sex to the world. You squealed a fearful note as you tried to make sense before there was a sharp tear. You flinched at the sound and had almost placed it by the time a cock lined up boiling against your entrance.

He fucked you straight down into the ground and you had no hope for words.

He set an even pace.

With each pound he took your tongue lolled.

The squelch was untenable and burned into your ears.

You would hear it forever more every time you coupled with Raph in the future.

You might ask for it just like this again.

If your state of winding was any indication, despite how he was rearranging all your organs, you were pleasantly aroused.

You hated the state that got him here, but there had to be a way to safely recreate it.

You just had to ask sweetly enough.

Kind enough to make him savage.

Your tears flooded to the dirt and mixed up in a slurry.

The same that was dripping from your cunt and painting your stomach.

In, out.

In, out.

The relentless brunt of his cock and no end in sight.

the soft possessive growls that said no one would take you from him again.

They wouldn't.

At this point, no one could separate you.

You'd be a fixture on his dick and he'd wear you like a belt.

You would forever be attached at the hip in an all too physical way.

He'd never be alone again and he saw to it with what felt like an inflation of his cock.

The momentum had slowed or sped, but you delirious knew it was cum.

It was all you knew besides the word cock at this point, but you could sound neither.

You only caved as his attachment in this world before he dipped down inside you one last time and released.

His cum triggered your orgasm.

The same, you thought, as you were overfilled and overflowed.

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noooo u cant just mention LBH and not elaborate!!!!!!!!!! pls tell us about him in papa!SJ AU 🥺👉👈

this is a verrrrry late reply but i made some sketches back then and never really finished them so might as well post them now:

I think LBH and SY meet a few years later than the main period this AU focuses on (when SY is less than 10yo).

Basically LBHs parents are divorced partly due to a misunderstanding and partly due to tlj's involvement in some shady stuff she doesn't want her son messing around with. To SJ, TLJ is his extremely laidback neighbour that just moved in recently, who is occasionally seen with an incredibly shy little boy that he hears through gossip from the old ladies downstairs is his son with his divorced wife. Overall, SJ is very unimpressed with TLJ's attitude and therefore he doesn't really want anything to do with him.

SY who is a little older now, has a flourishing love of animals (constantly begging SJ for a pet) so when he sees LBH's adorable little puppy he goes batshit insane about it and quickly becomes shy little LBH's first friend.

(more pics below)

A reluctant SJ ends up having to host sleepovers for LBH and SY quite a few times and SXY (who still doesn't trust TLJ to look after a child and keeps a very close eye on him) manages to be the one picking up LBH one day and SJ and SXY hit it off right away. They form a solid friendship: two independent career-minded single parents with enormous mutual respect between the two of them. And you know what, they like each other so much that they go on a beach holiday together (no, TLJ does not get to come).

Eventually SXY moves away somewhere much more affluent and far away with LBH in tow so SY doesn't see him for a long time until they are a lot older. TLJ and SYX eventually sort their shit out.... probably. i have a few more doodles on this part of the au so lmk if you enjoyed and i'll make another post :D

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guess whos back in the cats are liquid fandom!

enjoy this comic i made. im planning on making more comics too .. if anyone has any suggestions ..... gimme gimme . more doodles ive made below the cut!!!!

some old stuff: 2018 - DOGS ARE SOLID (fangame concept)

2020 - Unfinished Animation

2021 - another unfinished animation, and a scrapbook page!

2023, now! - dogi (DAS) dance gif!!

little minis of the entire CAL cast + ocs!

lumi doodle ..

a doodle of something that happened in the last quarter studio discord ..

style/design guide of the cast for my comics + personal art!

made TPO on the level maker on CAL:ABP!!! it was a challenge i gave myself. i think i did good ...

interactions from the comic:

"can i have a piece of the cloud"

[lumi hugging maggie (the magnet clouds from alits)]

and thats all for now!! enjoy!! waves waves hiii cal fandoommm im hoommmeee

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✦Soldier, Poet, King, Lord. ✦

(I had this idea for awhile as a little blurb. I could draw it, but I don’t have the patience. I wrote this with a headache so it’s not great but I hope you’ll be okay with it anyway) ✧Blurb, GN!reader, They/Them used, no Y/N, random callsign✧

Gaz lifted his head as he entered the common area, listening to some faint singing and some even quieter music. He leaned in carefully and looked around, eyes falling on his teammate. Their sniper, having joined the task force months prior. They had proved themselves quite capable and likable in a short span of time. Kind, strong willed, gently spoken and a good listener. Captain liked that most about them. Johnny liked their creativity, often sharing doodles and ideas for tattoos. Simon…well, he was an enigma, but it was safe to say he liked the new member now. Gaz certainly did.

He crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway, watching them make a cup of tea whilst singing to a song on the phone. He realized that he’d heard it before, they often hummed this tune when things felt too quiet. Occasionally, they could be heard quietly mumbling the lyrics when pulling an all-nighter. Johnny gave them a nickname based on it, and eventually tried to brainstorm call signs for the sniper. Throwing ideas back and forth. Lyre, harpy, songbird. The last one stuck around but was too long for a callsign. It was actually Price that landed on one.

Suddenly, the sniper was Siren.

It was certainly fitting, their voice was rather pleasant. Gaz had fallen asleep to it more than once, much to his embarrassment. He smiled as he listened to them pour the tea. He waited for them to set the kettle down before clearing his throat, startling them. “Jesus! Gaz, you prick, you scared the hell out of me.” Siren sighed, resting a hand over their chest, feeling their beating heart. Kyle chuckled and approached while giving an apology, raising his hands. He watched them add a single spoon of sugar, stirring it. “Good timing though, I finished your cup, it’s still warm.”

Gaz took his specific cup from their hand. Siren had insisted everyone had designated mugs, bought some themselves. Gaz was a forest green with a little cartoon owl on it. They insisted it was fitting for him.

“You’re smart, swift, and deceivingly approachable. People won’t see the danger coming. Plus the flying thing…”

He smiled and took it, sipping the beverage. It was coffee, not tea, and perfectly made to his tastes. It always warmed his soul when Siren remembered something so small about him. About all of them. “Thanks, dove. Those three for the rest of’em?” He asked as he motioned to three more cups, all sporting a specific animal. Siren always enjoyed using metaphors and symbols to represent people, a large sign of their creative side.

Ghost’s was black, sporting a cat with an angry expression. “Because he’s an introvert. Stealthy and sneaky, and dangerous.” Soap had received a red squirrel on a deep blue cup, which he’d managed to chip the edge of within a week of having it. “A small and feisty scavenger.” That was all Siren had said to explain it, which made the team laugh at Soap’s offense at the “small” comment. And the orange cup filled with the strongest, most bitter cup of coffee, displayed a fluffy bear. Siren had given it wordlessly, and when John have a questioning look, they moved on. Refusing to elaborate.

“The guys are getting done with sparring. Captain went pretty hard on Ghost & Soap, tea will probably make’em feel better.” Gaz praised. Siren grabbed their phone and paused the song. “I hope so, you all have been working so hard.” They smiled. Kyle waved his hand dismissively as he took another sip of his coffee. “Oh hush.” They laughed in reply. “I mean it! You guys really deserve a break.” This was something the rest of the team also enjoyed about their most recent teammate. The selflessness they showed, trying their best to make everything easier for those around them. It didn’t go unnoticed.

Siren went to speak again before their phone buzzed loudly. Kyle bit back a snicker as they juggled them device a bit from being startled, thankfully, they caught it. “Ah shit! I can’t stay to chat with you guys, the medic needs my help with some soldiers. Just make sure they get their cups before the drinks go cold, yeah?” Kyle reassured them he would and wished them luck, watching them sprint away.

Kyle sat and waited for the other three men to arrive. But as he waited, he finally noticed a closed book on the counter. A sketchbook. He’d seen Siren using it every now and then. He wasn’t intending to snoop, really, he wasn’t even thinking that much when he slid the book over to him. He opened it and scanned the first page, full of random doodles. Most of the pages were random sketches, some of landscapes, some of objects, a few that he recognized as tattoo designs Siren had proudly shown.

It was toward the middle that Gaz found a sketch of himself. A 3/4 profile of his face. He recognized the moment instantly. After a long mission coming back from a safe house in Siberia, they were picked up in a military issued truck. Gaz spent most of the time staring out the window at the rolling hills covered in snow. Kyle set the cup down and rested his chin on his hand, flipping the page. He found more sketches of his teammates. A bust profile of Soap with a large grin. A sketch from the waist up of their Lieutenant with his arms crossed. Kyle snorted at the drawing of Price, drawn in his typical ‘dad pose’, where he’d lean back and cross his arms.

Siren seemed to draw a lot of inspiration from their team and their life in combat. It was rather flattering, in all honesty. Kyle was so focused he almost missed the sounds of Soap, Ghost, and Price entering the common room. John was first to spot the cups on the counter, gunning for his. “Siren make these?” He asked before taking a drink, Kyle nodded. “What’cha lookin’ at, mate?” Soap asked as he sat beside the pilot, awkwardly stretching to grab his own mug. Simon grabbed his own, but he didn’t remove his mask to drink it, even if they had seen his face before.

“Siren left their sketchbook. Look, they’ve drawn us.” Kyle turned the book to show a page full of doodles of their faces. “Wow…” Soap said softly. “Certainly make my beard look better than it really is.” John complimented. Ghost tilted his head to better look at the pencil marks, gaze softening as he scanned the page. Soap reached for the book and turned the page. These set of drawings were different, and it caught the team’s eye particularly. “That’s Simon and I, yeah? Look like we walked outta fantasy show.” Soap commented as he looked closer. These drawings were more stylized. Johnny & Simon drawn in fantastical clothes and armor. The next page was the designs again, but this time with more movement. Showing both men back to back, Ghost with a sword, Soap with a molotov set ready to throw. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Johnny laughed. Gaz narrowed his gaze at the text on the page, carefully written in swirly handwriting.

“There will come a soldier who carried a mighty sword…” A familiar line situated by Simon’s head.

“He will tear your city down. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…” The line finished by Soap.

Kyle blinked and tapped the words. “These words, it’s the lyrics to that song they sing all the time!” He stated. It seemed to jog the memory of the rest of them. Price chuckled and looked at Soap & Ghost with a grin. “Suppose you’re the soldiers then. Soap’s certainly torn down some cities.” He commented. Kyle turned the page again and found himself once more, donning medieval fantasy clothing. Scrolls littered around him with a quill in hand, a book in the other. He dabbled in creative writing, mostly in high school. Very rarely did he ever share it with anyone however. But when he was stressed, feeling overwhelmed and in need of an outlet, he would write. He remembered being rather embarrassed when Siren accidentally found a poem he’d slapped together after a mission. Though, they weren’t judgmental, they’d been encouraging actually. But he didn’t think they’d truly remember it.

“There will come a poet who’s weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue. Oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…”

“Poet huh? You do like your words and metaphors, Gaz.” Simon said. Kyle flipped him off but it was all light hearted. He lingered on the drawing, unable to prevent himself from smiling. John continued to casually drink his coffee, but he wasn’t expecting himself on the next page. Dressed in robes, settled on a throne with a cigar, a crown boldly placed on his skull. With the second page once again showing this design more in depth. Crown fallen on the ground with a sword in hand, graphite smudged meant to express grime and blood. A stern and calculated look on his face.

“There will come a ruler who’s brown is laid in thorn. Smeared with oil like David’s boy, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord…”

It clearly meant a lot to their teammate, what the song represented and the team’s dynamic as a whole. So much so that it inspired them. The sentiment wasn’t lost on the four men either. Hence why Soap stole two pages of their sketchbook to make his own addition, taking suggestions from Ghost, Price, and Gaz as he drew Siren. Going away from the lyrics. They didn’t draw attention to it, making sure to leave the sketchbook in the place Siren had left it. Allowing for the sniper to pick it up before they went to bed. There was very little time to relax between errands, training, and missions. So, naturally, when lights out was called, Siren took out their pencil and book.

Humming their favorite song as they flipped past the pages. Breath catching in their throat. An image of themselves in Johnny’s drawing style, distinct from their own, but mimicking the layout they had. Decorated in flowing cloth and extravagant jewelry. Almost omnipresent. They knew the words weren’t written by Soap, the handwriting was too clean for that.

“There will come the lord, gently made on a battlefield. Oh lei, oh lai, oh love.”

[sforzesco]

hiii so. i really really admire you because of the depth of research you put into your art (even as someone who tends to fall down deep research holes i'm in Awe) but also because of the art itself - and i wanted to ask if you had any recommendations for someone who wants to get better at drawing? (books to read, things to do?) especially for figure drawing as you have (to my untrained eye) one of the best balances of style realism and naturalness and in general just overall make some of the best art i've ever seen methinks

this is really high praise, thank you so much!

as for art advice and recommendations for getting better at drawing, I 100% believe in carrying around a sketchbook wherever you go. if the pressure of having nice pages is something that bothers you, get a stack of sticky notes because you can cover up mistakes and re draw over it immediately, and squares of color will add some fun to a page later when you flip through everything.

ideally, I think there's a balance to skill building and having a good time, and I tend to split my own sketchbooks between life drawing (frequently I'll draw windows I think look neat or my morning coffee) and doodling shit for fun. I try out a lot of different styles and draw a lot of nonsense just because it felt like a good time. I do a lot of edward gorey type stuff because the line work process is comfy.

one way to go about doing this is to pick a direction (so to speak) that seems interesting, and build along side it! when I first decided I wanted to take art more seriously, I started looking up pictures of renaissance statues and drawing those. trying to draw those. it took a long time to get my art to look anything like a bernini statue, but I had a lot of fun learning that I really enjoyed drawing hands! comics are another good one, naoki urasawa's work is fucking genius level to me, I regularly revisit monster and do studies off of literally everything he does.

(I also keep a separate sketchbook for figure studies. this is mostly because I really enjoy drawing the human figure, this is very relaxing for me personally: I rotate between doing gesture drawings, contour drawings, and longer anatomy studies)

finally, I have found reading books on art history to be critical in my own process. so much about art history will tell you how to convey a million words into a singular composition. idk how much of that will be of interest or help to you, but I personally found it helpful, especially in understanding how to read things visually, which in turn helped me figure out how I wanted to tackle drawing something

and! two books I've found invaluable for anatomy were george bridgman's constructive anatomy and michael d. mattesi's force: drawing human anatomy, although I might recommend morpho's books above them now, like oh my god morpho is so good.

OH the other thing. this is something I picked up from when I was taking an animation class in art school, but sometimes I'll put on a movie or show I really like and do thumbnail studies of the frames while I watch. there's a lot to learn in a frame! shapes are important. god I love shapes.

[dp-marvel94]

Graveyard of Identities- Chapter 6

Summary:

Danny should feel lucky to be alive. After a month held captive by Vlad, barely remembering his life before, and nearly dying in his escape, he is finally safe, with friends in the Far Frozen. And yet, dread gnaws at him- a massive revelation at the edge of his consciousness, forgotten until the dead of night. It was a lie. All a lie. His past, his memories: all false. Amity Park, his friends and family: all real but… not his. The secret locks in his throat, unthinkable. He stays silent while the yetis welcome him as one of their own. But they do not know. And he can not tell them. He is not the Danny they think he is. He is not Danny at all.

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After lunch, Danny went back to his room. He did in fact nap for a short while, the moments of sleep invigorating for his sore muscles and tired mind.

The boy sat up in bed, a spark of excitement flickering in his core. The gardens… the image of the ice phoenix rose in his mind. The towering crystal apple trees, the rows of plants and mushrooms. The buzzing may-insects, an unknown fuzzy creature skittering by. And he had the entire afternoon to explore!

His eyes flickered to his desk, to the notebook and pencils sitting atop it…. Danny bit his lip, contemplating. He’d had a notebook at Vlad's, a way to keep up with his thoughts and the things he’d discovered about himself. He’d taken little notes and doodles, while exploring his garden. Not something he’d ever remembered the other Danny doing. But…. this Danny had enjoyed the practice. 

And now… his eyes went back to the journal… He wanted to write again…. 

Without giving it another thought, the boy picked up the notebook and pencils, slung them on a cloth bag on his back, and flew towards the garden.

Coming through the curtain of plants for a second time, Danny lingered in the doorway, eyes wide and curious. The area was so big! So many different sections, different types of plant and animal life… Or was it life at all, being in the Ghost Zone? Were these creatures native to the Realms? Or were they former residents of the material world, like human ghosts… and at least some of the yetis that were former humans? And wasn’t that a crazy thought…

His mind raced, already overcome with questions, even as his hungry eyes searched for more to see.

Just then, a loud rumble, like a crash of thunder, tore Danny from his musing. He looked up as a massive shadow fell over him. His jaw dropped. A massive eagle with talons large enough to pick up a full grown yeti flew overhead, its blue-white body crackling with lightning.

“The thunderbirds have returned!” A nearby yeti shouted, pointing up.

Sure enough, another boom sounded and a second giant bird swooped down, pursuing the first.

Danny drifted towards the yeti, staring up at the two eagles. They twirled in the air, paths intertwining in a mesmerizing aerial dance. Their calls were the sizzle of electricity, the boom of both close and far away thunder. 

Then… the two dove at each other, talons interlocking. They tousled in the air, spiraling closer to the ground. The half ghost instinctively ducked, reaching for his yeti companion, to pull the other ghost out of the way. 

But the yeti did not look afraid, face painted with a knowing awe.

At the last moment, the two thunderbirds pulled up. The trees shook with the movement, swift air ruffling Danny’s head.

“What are they doing?” He breathed, mouth wide.

“Courting.” They yeti grinned. “It looks like there will be a thunderbird chick on the cliffs this century!”

“Courting?!” His mouth opened and closed. “Like a mating ritual?” 

The other ghost eagerly nodded. “How incredible that you are here to see this! The time of your visit was very lucky.”

“Yeah.” And the boy actually believed the word, awe bubbling up in his core.

For several more minutes, the thunderbirds danced in the sky, the sound of their wings shaking the very walls. But eventually, their flight leveled out, the two flying towards far away towering cliffs. Far too soon, they vanished.

“That was incredible.” Danny’s voice trembled with awe, his eyes fixed on where the two birds had disappeared.

“It always is.” The yeti said. “I’ve seen their dance a dozen times at least since I arrived and each time, it’s just as breath- taking.” 

With an agreeing nod, the ghost boy turned to look at the other ghost. His eyes met ones glassy with nostalgia.

Then, the yeti noticed his gaze. “My apologies, Great One.” A shake of the head dissolved the far off look. “Mistress Periwinkle at your service.” She lowered her head, giving a bow. “What can I do for you?”

“Please, you don’t have to call me Great One.” The boy smiled sheepishly. “Just Danny is fine.”

“Then I suppose just Periwinkle will do for me as well.” She smiled almost cheekily, mischievously pleased at the breach of formality.

“Periwinkle then.” The half ghost chuckled. “Nice to meet you.” Then, his brow furrowed, curiously confused. “Periwinkle… isn’t that kinda…” 

“A strange name for a yeti?” The other ghost cut in, interpreting his uncertainty. At the half ghost embarrassed nod… “It’s my name from my first life, as a human. I choose to keep it after being re-born here.”

Danny blinked, surprised. “Frostbite told me some of you used to be human. And so you…” He vaguely waved his hands, mind whirling as he put pieces together. “You said a dozen times… and this century…” His eyes widened. “How long ago was this? Where did you live? How did you end up here?” He blushed, mouth snapping shut as his mind caught up with his words. “Sorry.”

“It is alright.” She smiled comfortingly. “I lived in what I believe you now call Scotland, thirteen centuries ago or so. As for how I found myself here…” Her brow furrowed, looking at him with some concern. “I am sure you know becoming a ghost requires the passage from one life to the next.”

Danny shuffled awkwardly, looking away. “You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to…”

Periwinkle shook her head. “Speaking of my death brings me no pain. It has long passed after all. I am just wary of speaking of it with someone who experienced his own change so recently.” She smiled at him kindly. “I do not want to cause you pain, young one.”

His heart squeezed, for once touched at the worry over him. “That’s really sweet actually. Thanks for worrying about me.” He blushed again. “But I’m fine really. And I’m curious…”

“I can tell you are a curious soul.” She chuckled. “I was young when it happened, barely seventeen. It was late fall. My husband was out hunting with his father and brothers, and I took our little son with me to collect water from the river. A sudden blizzard fell upon us.” Her eyes wandered, far away in memory. “It was bitterly cold. I could not see my own arms in front of me. I knew I would be unable to find my way back until it passed. So I pressed myself into the hollow of a tree, my back to the wind to shelter my son. I hoped I could wait it out. But the wind blew harder. Soon I could not feel my toes. I was so cold… and then warm. But I could not take off my layers, not while holding my baby. He was crying… and it made my heart ache. I longed for nothing more than to keep him safe and to comfort him. So I kissed his head. I told him to be brave, that I loved him…” She trailed off with a shake of her head.

And Danny’s heart twisted, at once saddened, horrified, and guilty. “I… I’m so sorry.” He stammered.

“No, I apologize again. I am sure you did not wish to hear that much detail.” Periwinkle gave him a comforting smile. “And take heart, while my love and his kin did not find me in time, I did succeed in saving our son.” 

“He survived?” The half ghost gasped.

“Aye. They found him safely nestled between the bark and my breast, cold and distraught but alive.” A proud light sparked in her eyes. “He grew to become a caring husband and father. And when he passed from the first life, his soul found himself here as well, to my delight.”

“So he’s here too?” Danny asked. “Is he one of the warriors? Or does he help in the garden too?”

“Goodness no.” The yeti woman laughed. “I have never seen someone able to make even silent plants scream. He has no talent with things of the ground, or for the spear. But he does have a gift for caring for the little ones.”

“CrystalBreeze?” The boy blinked, surprised. “I met him this morning. He is really great with the kids.”

“He is.” Periwinkle smiled proudly. “You meet my Crys, then.” The grin turned mischievous. “Did he send you to check on his old mother?”

“No.” Danny gave a laugh. “Actually, I came ‘cause I wanted to take a look around the garden. Maybe doodle some sketches?” He waved his notebook in example. “Ask some questions?”

“Well, if you have questions, I am most certainly the woman to ask. What queries tickle your brain?”

“There’s so many!” His eyes flickered brighter in excitement. “I saw the ice phoenix yesterday. And maybe something that was a bee or butterfly. Do you have bugs here? And there’s so many different kinds of plants! What are those called?” He pointed to the white and yellow flowers carpeting the ground. “Are they like… the ghosts of living plants? Or are they native to the Infinite Realms? Do you eat them? Do you even need to eat? And-”

“One question at a time, Danny.” The yeti waved her hands, cutting him off with an amused note.

“Sorry.” The boy blushed.

“No need to apologize. Curiosity is something to be admired.” She soothed. “Your first question… about insects, wasn’t it? We do have insects. See here?” Periwinkle bent down, pointing out a fingernail-sized gold and black creature perched on one of the flowers. “This is a gold bee.” Its wings buzzed softly, drifting to the next flower. “We keep bees hives for the honey. And there.” She pointed up, at a blooming crystal apple tree. “A bread-and-butterfly.”

“That’s an appropriate name.” Danny laughed, eyes crinkling at the toast-slice shaped and colored wings.

“Quite.” The yeti nodded. “And these are arctic poppies.” She pointed to the yellow and white, cup-shaped flowers below. “We plant them for the bees. Their nectar produces an excellent honey.” Her brow furrowed. “What else did you ask?”

“Are there flowers like this in the actually arctic? Or are these like…. Realm natives?”

“Arctic poppies do exist in the human world.” Periwinkle said. “Though many of our plants and animals no longer have living realm counterparts or never have. I know little about why certain creatures reflect in this realm and others do not. Or why some only exist here…” Her brow wrinkled in thought. “Thunderbirds are creatures of human legend, so perhaps that plays a role.”

“That’s cool!” Danny grinned. “I’m pretty sure yetis are legends in the human world too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “Did you have stories about yetis when you were alive? Is that why….” He motioned up and down her furry form.

“No. I suspect this had more to do with my freezing to death.” She stated it plainly, a fact she had long seen grown used to. “I’ve heard similar from others of the dead here. And my Crys, being death touched from a young age and by the cold no less….” She shrugged. “It is hard to know for sure. I just know similar souls tend to find each other.” Periwinkle smiled at him affectionately, ruffling his hair. “I am sure that is why you keep finding your way back to us.

The boy laughed, leaning into the touch. Then he straightened, a realization hitting him. He side-eyed the yeti. “I’m not gonna grow horns and….” He made a face. “A lot more hair, am I?”

The yeti woman shrugged again. “Only time will tell.”

He grimaced, then dismissed the thought. Without functional ice powers, it was unlikely anyway, wasn’t it? Plus, he was part human. He couldn’t exactly stay in the Far Frozen forever.

“Tell me more about the garden.” Danny pointedly changed the subject. “You grow a lot of this to eat, right? Do you guys actually have to eat though?”

“No. That is a blessing of this second life. We eat for pleasure, not sustenance. We sleep for the same reason. Both are ways to pass the time. And I for one enjoy tending the plants and watching them grow. It is much easier work than during my human days for sure.”

The boy nodded thoughtfully. “Frostbite said as much, that yetis don’t have to sleep.”

“It is very enjoyable though.” Periwinkle said. “Most especially after a hefty meal.”

“Speaking of meals…” The boy’s eyes flickered to a lattice wall with neon orange mushroom protruding from it. “I’ve eaten some of this stuff before. Jelly mushrooms, crystal apples.” He motioned to each in turn. “And is that ginsdo?” He pointed towards a shrub with heart-shaped leaves. His brow furrowed. “I didn’t realize those were leaves. How were they chewy?”

“They take on that consistency when boiled.” The yeti explained, walking over to pluck one of the leaves. “I believe it is because of the inner portion. You will notice the leaf itself is quite thick

[iloveavatar]

little headcannons of the sully family bc i’m sad and need sully family fluff.

jake 100% is the type of dad to be watching the kids do something with other na’vi and be super competitive- even though it has nothing to do with him.

neytiri def has a little garden somewhere. obv the na’vi find their food in the forest and whatnot but i feel like she would have her own secluded area.

neteyam is a total mamas boy. he loves weaving baskets with her. cooking, flying, cleaning you name it. neytiri needs help? neteyam is on his way!

loak definitely raises his one eyebrow dramatically (the rock meme) whenever someone says something suspicious. he’s so immature with everything someone says.

kiri loves nature obv. she also likes art i feel like. i could see her sitting in the middle of the forest and just doodling on something as the plants around her glow.

tuk. precious tuk tuk. she has little wooden animals carved by her family and she uses them as her play toys. her favorite one is the figure of toruk (for obvious reasons) she loves hearing the story of her dad becoming toruk makto.

loak and kiri act like twins and it drives neteyam absolutely insane. loak is that twin that’s batshit crazy and kiri just stands and watches. the pair gives neteyam multiple headaches.

neytiri and jake like to spend a day with just one child every once in a while so the kids feel special. one day they will visit grace with kiri, another day flying with loak, playing with tuk, and then cooking and hunting with neteyam.

the entire family loves to look at the stars when it’s after eclipse. tuk always tries to find earth on her own, but eventually caves and asks for help.

when loak sleeps, he sleeps in the most random, outrageous positions ever. the rest of the family jokes about how he can predict the weather by the way he sleeps. (aot fans anyone🤞)

neteyam always hums when he does something by himself. talking a walk? he’s humming. weaving a basket? humming. if the guy isn’t humming, his tail usually flicks a beat on whatever surface it can find.

jake has the mindset that he can still do the same things he did when he was younger. he tried to do a front flip into a pond and fell in such an awkward position that neytiri was left laughing at him for a week.

neytiri loves to spin for some reason. when she is by herself cleaning their tent she just likes to spin around as she cleans. it’s the most innocent thing ever. she wouldn’t never admit that she does this though so don’t ask.

ok i feel slightly better now. enjoy! 😋😋

~S!