#he’s so triangular and so round and so

[pixiesnooze]

look at my pookie bear look at him he’s so biteable

[sadlynotthevoid]

There's a lot of missing comical potential on the fact that, generally speaking, the most common uniform for fictional evil organizations is dark clothes with something covering the face.

Like, it's so common that, if you're an evil minion, you either wear that, your organization doesn't have a dress code, or you're part of the one with the flashy clothes who actually spent money on their clothes.

And what about it?

Well, imagine that there's an inter-organization meeting for evil guys. And John, your typical low level minion, is running late. All his colleagues are already there, so he arrives and immediately goes to the closest person dressed in black he sees.

"That was close. Hey, has Boss already arrived?"

And the guy turns around and—

"Madam is always on time, her time."

"Ah."

"Oh."

It's Jeron, from the rival organization.

They both stand there in awkward silence. Their bosses don't get along, but this is a business meeting. Starting a fight would be unprofessional. Unless the bosses did it, that's it.

And then, a long minute later—

"Huff... Almost didn't make it. Hey guys! Has Sir arrived yet?"

"Uh—"

"Ah."

"Oh, dear Gaia, please no."

This keeps happening during the whole meeting.

At some point, even Boss themself confuses the Dark Paladin's right hand, Lancelot, with their own assistant. Boss was so embarrased that they delayed the weapon robbery to have an uniform design contest as soon as possible.

At least it was someone from the Obscure Order and not from the Obsidian Mages. Otherwise a fight would had really have started.

[zombvibes]

i drew…one of them….

i still didn’t draw sweet cap n cakes yet after all of these months…….what has the world come to………

[luveline]

oh my, oh my. I adored your fics where reader is smitten over reid with his glasses and then where reid is smitten with reader in her glasses! can I request something similar with hotch, where he's the one flustered - or, at least, his reaction lol - by reader wearing her glasses for the first time? <3

thank you for your request <3 fem

“Hotch, can I ask you something?” 

He hadn’t heard you knock, lost in thought behind his desk, and he knows you won’t begrudge him for failing to look up. “Of course,” he says. 

“I went to the eye doctor a few days ago and everything was fine, but she said my contacts are gonna keep degrading my eye health, apparently, if I keep wearing them. Do you think I could wear my glasses in the field?” 

Hotch takes a moment for your asking to catch up with him, desperately printing the last of his thoughts into a consult note. He makes a spelling mistake in his rush. Frowning, he crosses it out and corrects it neatly. “Uh, you want to start wearing glasses in the field?” 

“Yeah. Do you think that would work?” 

“I don’t see why not.” He stops himself firmly, before he can call you honey. Hotch doesn’t want to patronise or condescend you even in his thoughts, but he has to remark to himself that you sound adorably over-concerned. “Reid picks and chooses when he wears his own glasses, and he’s never…” 

He’d finally managed to tear his gaze from his desk and found you standing further away than he’d thought, in a black pencil skirt that flares out gently at the end like a flower bulb, a neat shirt with a triangular collar showcasing just a slip of your chest and the small silver necklace you wear. None of this is unusual, Hotch is used to finding you charming and lovely by now, it’s the glasses that shock him. He hadn’t realised you’d actually be wearing them. 

They’re not thick nor too thin, simple black frames made of a translucent plastic. They’re glasses like any other, and Hotch can’t diagnose his own reaction to it. Perhaps it’s how they sit on your nose, or the cutesying effect they give your expression. They make your eyes look a little darker than usual. They’re everything. 

“Hotch?” you ask. 

“He’s never had any problems,” Hotch finishes, ever so slightly breathless, his hands falling to his thighs. 

“They look stupid.” 

“What?” 

You raise the back of your hand to your cheek and press it there with fingers curled loosely inward, “I know they look silly, I haven’t worn them in a while, but my eyes hurt everyday with those contacts, no matter how much saline I use–”

“No,” he says. He stands, and he swallows against nothing. It’s embarrassing for his age. “They don’t look silly. You should wear whatever makes you most comfortable.”  

“I knew they looked silly,” you say again, turning toward the door. “Sir, you just stared at me. I never should’ve let Spencer tell me they looked cute.” 

“They do look cute,” Hotch says, rounding his desk. He stands in front of it rather than crowd you at the door. 

He isn’t unaware of his own influence. His moving has stopped you from leaving. His compliment, especially one far from his usual professionalism, sticks you like a flytrap. 

“You look just as nice with them as you do without them,” he furthers. “I’ve never seen you wear them before.”

“Well, I was always underwhelming, growing up. I didn’t think glasses helped.” 

“Underwhelming?” he asks. 

You smile like you’ve caught him. He doesn’t like to be caught, and he turns away to pretend to look for something, but he’s saved by another presence on the landing. 

“Oh my god,” Morgan says, looking you up and down with an affirmative, sweet appreciation. Morgan might make a show of it sometimes, but he’s genuine as he continues, “Sweetheart, what am I gonna do with you?” 

“They’re not strange?” you ask.

“Is that what the boss man said?” 

You look back at Hotch bashfully, and that look alone catches him all over again. Morgan watches through the doorway and he knows he’s doomed —Hotch’s feelings are, for that split-second, plain as day. 

“He didn’t say they were strange, no,” you say gently. 

Hotch wonders if he should insist on contacts after all. “They’re suitable for every day.” 

“Suitable,” Morgan says. 

Hotch gives him a you’re-pushing-it squint and everyone decides they have things to be doing, leaving him alone to panic. (He doesn’t panic, he’s not the type, he just remembers your new look and feels his heart give irregular pangs a few times an hour for the rest of the afternoon.) 

[24bughours]

Guides for drawing Stobotnik that I made for myself and thought looked cool enough to post

Additional thoughts/guide stuff below:

- basic shape language!!! I thought it was fun that Stone (the square) is a rock for Robotnik in both his cartoonishly evil (triangular) and cartoonishly depressed (round) stages of life. I love designs for Stone that lean into this

- when translating their faces into a cartoonier style, I realized that when their facial features are exaggerated, Robotnik takes on an intrusive look as opposed to Stone’s more reserved look. All of Stone’s features are closer to his face, whereas Robotnik’s are very pronounced. This could be played into to represent Robotnik’s very assertive personality, as opposed to Stone’s (for lack of a better term) submissiveness. (I figured this would be a useful observation since they’re constantly in each other’s faces anyways)

- Stone has beautiful lips. Like not even in a weird way. I’m jealous. Don’t steal them from him when you draw him, lest you taint perfection. Also how does he have a completely solid beard? Does he just have great genes? I’m confused

- it’s just my personal interpretation that Robotnik has gray eyes. When I was researching for this guide I actually couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. If you want a more “canon” eye color, Jim Carrey’s eyes are hazel (green with a brown ring around his pupils). Or you could just go with black. Or brown. Or blue. I’m not your boss

- I wanted to make the second Robotnik rendered better but I was running out of steam oopsies

- even though I was tracing screenshots from the movie, I barely had to alter the expressions of the actors to make this guide interesting to look at. They’re very good at emoting. So, if you’re struggling to draw them like I am, I would trace/reference some screenshots as practice! Speaking of, here are the images I used:

Hope this helps someone

[i-spy-a-star]

I've never watched gravity falls, but because I have seen so much art based on it recently, the evil triangle has entered my subconcious. I had a dream where Bill Cypher tried to break into my house. He had a gun, but because it was 2D it couldn't do any damage to anything. This bought me time to download the pacify polygons app, which made it impossible for him to attack me. I then grabbed him, and used a nail file to sand his corners down, turning him into a rounded triangular hexagon thing so he could never stab anyone.

I don't know how accurate this is to the show. Did I dream of the real Bill?

[softshuji]

"Sweetheart, can you come here a second?" Hanma's voice beckons you from the bathroom where you stand on your toes to lean over the mirror, your sleeping gown tumbling from one shoulder and your skin prickling with the cold draught that slips through the open window.

You round the corner and find him fiddling in the mirror with the pinstripe tie, jacket discarded on the armrest of the sofa, dress shoes turned over on the carpet by the door.

'Yeah?' you say, one hand suspended in your hair where you're trying to set a roller behind your headband. And failing.

'You busy with something?'

'No, just sorting my hair. Why? You need something?'

'gimme a hand with this?' and he flips the tie up away from the collar of his open dress shirt, where the wider end lands on his shoulder.

You raise an eyebrow even as you pin the roller and walk over, acquiescing still. 'I swear you know how to tie a tie, don't you?'

He scoffs, a faint pfft sound with a hand on his chest in mock indignation, before grinning at you through the mirror. 'What do you take me for? Of course I do.' And then, after a pause. 'I like when you do it though.'

You roll your eyes, albeit playfully, hoisting your slipping gown back over the spaghetti strap of your top as you make to stand in front of him, your back to the mirror and entirely dwarfed by the size of him against your chest.

'I swear you just want an excuse for me touch you', you say, both hands now coming up to adjust the long and short side of the tie, a faint click of your tongue he knows you don't mean. And that you know you don't mean either.

'There a problem with that?' and you avoid the glint in his eye that spells mischief, doubled by how his now free hands come to rest languidly against your hips, rocking them back and forth against his, a slight sway to silent music in your otherwise messy living room. A glance at the clock tells you it's early still, and the sun hasn't quite climbed over the horizon, leaving a shell pink swathe of colour just beyond your curtains.

'Didn't say that did I, baby?' you say, knuckles brushing against the fabric of his shirt as you cross the triangular side over the other. A loop twice around and you bite your lip in concentration.

He likes how you look when you're pretending not to notice, when you're deep in thought. It's a pride he talks about often, a love that hurts and swells and aches, drains and fills him all at once, the kind he could drown in if he sated himself long enough. He can see the top of your head, the roundness of its curvature and the shine of your glossy hair - a light that moves every time you turn your head and his chest aches with a tenderness that's bone deep.

You're beautiful, even more so now, when you're not thinking about it , when you're not particularly trying, and even when you are, he thinks there mightn't be enough words for him to do it justice. He's never been one for fancy declarations after all.

You pat his chest when you finish, look up at him with moisturizer on your cheeks that hasn't quite absorbed yet. 'All done,' you say. 'You big baby, I can't believe you called me here to do your tie.'

And he smiles in that way that has a flutter beating in your stomach, the warm syrupy smile that's wide and big and beautiful. 'It wasn't just for that.' and he leans down, two hands still on your hips to ghost his lips against yours, hot breath tinged with a faint menthol and mint before he brushes them, ever so so tentatively, gently, and presses himself to you.

You soften, and then pull back immediately, a frown lining your brows. 'Come on,' you say. 'You can't seriously be wanting some right now?'

And he pauses, the smile bleeding into a look of abject concern, a flash of worry in his chest. 'What? Why not?'

'I look horrendous.'

He pauses, hands stilling from where they've gripped your hips. 'Huh? What do you mean?'

'I do.' and you say it with earnestness, a genuineness that aches, like you believe it. 'My hair isn't cooperating and I don't look well so you can't seriously be attracted to this.' and you gesture down at the entirety of yourself, the spaghetti strap cami exposed by your sleeping gown with the belt undone, rollers sliding out of your hair, and a toothpaste stain down your chest he wants to put his mouth on.

'I don't see why not pretty girl. I think you look sexy.' and as if to enunciate his point, he grinds his hips further against yours, hands slipping under your sleeping gown to find the hem of your shorts.

'You absolutely do not, and if you do, you're a sick freak.'

And he laughs, so spontaneously, bright and warm and inundated with a flicker of sleep. 'Then I'm a sick freak huh? Since I think you're sexy all the time.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' he says, breathless now against your neck, hiking your thigh around his waist before he backs you against the sofa. 'So pretty, nothing you say can tell me otherwise. So you'd better stop arguing with me.'

Your back hits the soft down of the sofa and your sleeping gown falls entirely off your left shoulder. 'Or what?'

He glances at his watch just as he moves to undo his belt with the other hand. 'Or you'll be punished and I've got time to teach you a lesson Sweetheart.'

And he leans down just as the sun climbs finally over the slat in the curtains, a shell pink splashing over the wall, and the two of you together.

Reblogs appreciated

[suzukiblu]

excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field. 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good.

[tibbycaps]

Do you know have any tips on how to draw a comic? As in simple style and easy to draw and consistent in redraw? I love your style and I can't help but wonder how you got here and if you could help. Thank you

okay sorry i left this in the inbox for a bit because. where to start lol! there's a lot of thought that can go into making comics i think. but i believe you're specifically asking about having a consistent art style and being able to draw the same character a lot over and over again, so i'll try to focus on that

i think a lot of consistency is just playing around with character designs and getting something you feel comfortable with. ill use grian as a good example because it took me a while to come up with a grian design that i liked. once i liked it, i was able to draw my grian a lot & very consistently. every time you draw a character, even if it's a little doodle, you gain that muscle memory for ur lines a little better, so you should doodle always as much as you can and never be afraid to try something new and experiment with your style

the pipeline

i think a good way to establish a character design that you really like to draw & can familiarize yourself with is by defining some key features about them. like in this image for example, my older grian designs don't really have anything about them that stands out to me. he wasn't rlly that fun to draw. but nowadays i think i have a distinct hairstyle & expression & glasses shape i give him, which are fun to draw. even if it's a tiny doodle with like, 15 strokes, you can still identify it as my grian design i think

something that i noticed (i didn't consciously do this but it just sort of happened as i was trying to make them all look different from one another) is that i assign different shapes to grian, cub and scar. these guys are good examples because 1. they're the three characters in my hotguy comics part and 2. they're the three guys i draw the most often

grian i tend to go for more rounded shapes, cub more squares/rectangles, and scar is more pointy and triangular. little things like this can help them stand out from one another and makes them fun to draw in my opinion. when i draw grian's hair i always have the hair come to a rounded point and is more neat/tidy. when i draw scar the hair is more spiky and wild. cub is sort of in the middle where his hair is more pointy, but is kept neat, which gives it those straight lines and right angles

TL;DR how i draw characters easily and consistently is make key features & shapes that make them fun to both draw & look at. and then draw them a lot

i hope that makes any sense, i like yapping about character design so hope you don't mind the long response lol ^_^

[daisyblog]

Our Heartbeat

Young Love Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis have their first ultrasound.

warning: pregnancy, ultrasound

The early spring sun woke YN from her short slumber. She tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to sleep. Louis’ loud snores kept her company but teased her, the reality of her being unable to sleep whilst he slept peacefully.

Deciding to begin the day, YN gently stretched as she sat on the side of the bed. She glanced at Louis who was still sleeping, his arms now stretched across both pillows.

Walking into the kitchen, YN was greeted with Jay and Lottie who were laughing about something she had missed moments before. “Morning!”.

“G’morning my darling…did you sleep alright?”. Jay asked, as reached across to the drainer to get an extra mug to prepare tea.

YN sat in the seat next to Lottie, the younger girl reaching across to give her a small cuddle. “Not really, I think it’s the nerves”.

“You’ll be fine my love…I’ll be right by your side”. Jay tried to reassure her, but it was easier said than done. She could see the worry written all over YN’s face. “Here…have a cuppa and toast”.

YN gave her a grateful smile, as she picked up the triangular piece. “Thanks Jay!”.

Being surrounded by Louis’ sisters definitely took YN’s mind off her appointment. The way Lottie and Felicite showed her different dance moves, made her smile with happiness at their innocence. The twins had asked her several times to draw them pictures, from flowers to princesses.

“G’morning to all my girls!”. Louis walked through the kitchen door, rubbing his sleepy eyes as entered.

The were a round of mornings around the room. Louis found his way to YN, leaning down and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Morning!”. He placed a gentle peck to her cheek, aware his sisters were in view.

YN’s hand found his. “G’morning!”. She turned her neck to face him. “You alright?”.

“Yeah…a bit nervous but we’ll be okay…yeah?”. Louis’ voice was gentle, as he gave a soft smile. His eyes distracted by YN’s.

YN nodded, trying to hide how nervous she was. They were walking into the unknown and that terrified her.

---

Waiting for her name to be called felt like a lifetime. YN was sure she had read every poster covering the while walls about hundred times. She was eager for the appointment to be over with.

“YN LN?”. A woman in blue called, a sweet smile welcoming them as the three of them walked towards her. “Hi…I’m Fleur and I’ll be your midwife today”.

“Me Mums a midwife”. Louis blurted out, pointing to his Mum who was next to them.

Fleur’s smile got larger as she looked at Jay. “Oh well you’re in good hands at home then”.

The midwife had taken them to the ultrasound room and explained that she would see them later to take YN’s details and perform some tests.

The sonographer instructed YN to lay down on the bed and expose her still tiny tummy. Louis and Jay sat on the seats next to the bed and waited for the moment they longed for.

At the feeling of the cold gel hitting her tummy, YN let out small hiss, causing Louis to chuckle. The little moment caused the couple to share a smile, one that made Jay look on in admiration.

The room fell into silence as the sonographer moved the probe around YN’s tummy, back and forth, side to side. “And…here’s your little baby!”.

There in black and white, was their baby. Two tiny arms, two kicking legs and a petite little head. YN felt a gush of love fill her heart. She had never felt a feeling like it. The reality of carrying a little baby inside her, had sunk in for the first time in weeks.

Louis couldn’t take his eyes away at the mini version of him and YN that covered the screen. A sense of purpose hit him and in that moment nothing else was in important except his little baby and YN. Their own little family.

Jay had five children and she loved them all deeply for their own personalities. They had brought her so much love, joy and laughter but seeing her first baby’s baby wriggling around the screen was a feeling she’d never forget.

YN turned to face Louis, and they realised they both had tears running down their cheeks. Louis reached over and wiped a stray tear from her cheek before placing his lips on hers in a sweet kiss. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby”.

“I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else”. YN spoke, as she reached to hold Louis’ hand, smiling as he brought it up to his lips.

The sonographer moved the probe a little, and pressed a few buttons on the machine. A loud sound filled the room, each of them feeling the relief of hearing it for the first.

“Thats my new favourite sound”. Louis spoke into the room, not at anyone in particular but himself.

“Our heartbeat!”. YN closed her eyes, basking in the precious moment of seeing their baby for the first time.

---

Later that evening, Louis and YN were enjoying some alone time as they laid in bed the scan photos in Louis’ hands as they started lovingly at them.

“I’ve never been so excited for anything!”. Louis explained as he studied the black and white photo.

“You’re going to be the best dad”. YN complimented as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Louis left a quick peck to her hairline. “You’re going to be the best mum!”.

“Do you wonder what they’ll look like and who they’ll be?”. YN thought out loud, her hand finding its way to her tummy.

“Yeah…but I want to give them the best life possible”. Louis maturely spoke, meaning he had really thought about this. “I’m going to do everything I can to give you both the life you deserve”.

“We’re so lucky to have you…you know that?”. YN cuddled further into his arm, craving that comfort after a long day and the first trimester tiredness hitting her.

“I’m the lucky one”. Louis’ hand found its way to YN’s tummy, his hand give it a gentle rub as he realised she was about to fall asleep at the feeling.

After a few minutes, YN breathing had changed and Louis smiled at the sight of his love’s eyes contently closed as she caught up on some sleep.

Louis lips placed small pecks to YN’s tummy, he was longed for the day he felt their little one move around and respond to their voices. “I love you baby tommo”.

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[reyesstrand]

I wish you would write a fic where it's Tarlos date night but it's something like bowling or mini golfing and instead of being romantic they end up being super competitive and call each other "dude" instead of "baby".

“You’re cheating.”

“How can you cheat at bowling?”

TK grumbles as he bites at the end of his straw, momentarily silenced as he tries to come up with a reply. He narrows his eyes as Carlos’ mouth slowly curves upward into a smug grin. Neither of their scores are particularly good—there’s a kid’s birthday party happening two aisles over, and some of them seem to be better than TK and Carlos combined—but his husband is definitely beating him. He watches as Carlos all but floats down from the alley and steps onto the carpeted floor, confidence sitting high in his shoulders.

“Home court advantage,” TK tries, getting to his feet and grabbing for the neon green ball.

“Dude,” Carlos laughs, resting on the seat that curves around their tiny table for two, which is holding their platter of nachos and sweating Cokes. He stretches his arm out along the top of the seat, like he does when he’s waiting for TK to join him on the couch at home or in the chairs he saves for them at public gatherings, and TK spares two seconds of being grumpy with his husband to admire the flex of his bicep and the veins in his forearm. “The last time I came here, my cousins and I still needed the bumpers. I don’t think that counts as any sort of advantage.”

TK shakes his head, locking back in as he moves into position as he stares down the triangular formation of the pins. They’ve always done team-based games, where they can sail through on their familiarity with each other and matching strong spirits and excitement. He inhales as he swings his arm back and exhales as he lets go, trying to will the ball to follow a straight line. Instead, it makes it about halfway down the lane before it slides into the gutter, and TK groans.

It’s made worse when Carlos is up again, and manages a strike.

“Dude.”

“What? Maybe you’re my good luck charm,” Carlos says sweetly, squeezing TK’s shoulders.

“Yeah, yeah,” TK says, trying not to let his husband’s smooth talking get him out of the fact that he’s suddenly an incredible bowler.

Carlos comes in closer, so his words are spoken just into the space between them. His hands drop down to TK’s hips, which he rubs his thumbs into over his loose-knit sweater. “Next round, I’ll show you the proper form.”

“Next round?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re going to want a rematch, since I’m winning,” Carlos grins, pointing up to the screen that flashes as they enter the final frame. TK’s heart races, his eyes searching his husband’s face, delighting in the mischievous gleam to his gaze and his dimpled smile. He wants to kiss him stupid. He also wants to demolish him in the next game.

“You’re on.”

(i wish you would write a fic where…game!)

[crimsonstonetranslations]

Shinrei Tantei Yakumo Another Files - Prophecy of Silence

Shinrei Tantei Yakumo novel translation

Another Files - Prophecy of Silence

The final day on the month of July— A black body of water surrounded by trees. Underneath the red triangle, sins of the past shall be shed to light. Without repentance, three souls will fall into hell.

-

“Beautiful—”

Misuzu muttered in awe watching the moon’s reflection on the water surface.

The shining white circle floated across the dark surface of the water. It would be wonderful if she could scoop that moon with her hands and take it home with her.

Plink—

Waves rippled across the surface alongside the sound of something hitting the water, causing the rounded moon to become distorted and ruined. As it turned out, the man standing next to her, Takashi, had thrown a pebble.

“You’re much more beautiful than that sort of moon,” he said whilst turning his head.

Gross.

Misuzu’s hairs stood on end.

Her heart had been captivated by the beauty of that moon, yet now she lost all interest, after something she thought of as beautiful was ridiculed as ‘that sort of moon’. Furthermore, she wasn’t keen on being addressed so familiarly[1] just because they were in the same circle.

Misuzu had purposely sneaked out alone from the party held at the dining hall to enjoy a stroll in the cold night breeze. Why did Takashi have to follow her?

Thinking about it only annoyed her more.

Takashi seemed to be anticipating Misuzu’s response. Even so, the woman had no intention to open her mouth.

That was probably meant to be a pick-up line, but if there existed a woman who would be moved by such disgusting words, Misuzu would like to meet her.

She finally decided to play deaf and turned her heels, intending to make her way back to the inn with the red triangular roof.

Before she had the chance to take a step, Takashi had already reached for her wrist to stop her.

“You know my feelings, right?” said Takashi.

This man must’ve watched too many dramas. That pretentious way of speaking really irritated her.

“I don’t know. Let go,”

Misuzu shook off Takashi’s hand and walked towards the inn.

Takashi seemed to have gotten the hint that Misuzu harboured no such feelings and didn’t go after her, to her relief.

In the next second however, a scream could be heard.

It stopped Misuzu on her tracks.

“H-h-help me—”

Her ears caught Takashi’s terrified voice.

Misuzu sighed in response.

Takashi must’ve wanted to make her turn around by faking being in danger. How pathetic.

“Whatever.”

“Uwaah! S-stop! Don’t come closer!”

“Shut up!”

“Stooop!”

“Cut it out already,” Misuzu turned around in anger.

Eh?

Takashi, who had been standing on the edge of the lake, was nowhere to be seen. Was he hiding behind the trees? Even so, there weren’t any trees large enough to conceal a human body around here.

Just where did he go?

Despite looking all over her surroundings in search of Takashi, she still couldn’t find the man. Not only was his figure out of sight, his presence had seemingly vanished.

Surely Takashi was merely hiding to attract her attention, nothing to be concerned about. Misuzu convinced herself with the fact, and was about to continue walking.

And yet—

Her wrist was caught by someone and she immediately froze on the spot.

A hand much smaller than Takashi’s, with a temperature too cold for the human body.

I shouldn’t look.

She understood the fact, yet somehow, her body went against her will. Her face turned as if pulled by something.

Over there—

Stood a small child. Drenched from head to toe, water dripping all over.

With a ghastly pale face and lips that had turned blue, the child’s mouth curled into a thin smile.

“Hey. Let’s play,”

The child pulled on Misuzu’s arm.

“Nooo!”

Letting out her scream, Misuzu’s consciousness came to a halt—

-

Translation Notes

[1] Takashi was using the second-person pronoun 「お前」 (omae) to address Misuzu in his previous line. Generally in Japanese conversations, people will refer to the person they’re directly speaking with in third person (such as by name and/or honorifics) instead of second-person pronouns that would sound more direct and potentially come across as rude, especially if you aren’t familiar with the person. お前 is also a masculine pronoun, so it’s more commonly used to address men instead of women. As an offhand comparison, Yakumo uses the second-person pronoun 「君」 (kimi) when speaking to Haruka. For more information, here is one article discussing the nuances of second person pronouns in Japanese. 

[novankenn]

A Different Kind of Bunny-Suit

(Credit to @mechanicx for being the original poster of this image. No rights claimed - will be removed if requested. This is the inspiration for this short, probable one-shot)

Ozpin was a little apprehensive. Initiation was in full swing and the applicant from Orleans had yet to arrive. Which wasn't a real issue. There was still plenty of time for them to take part and earn a spot. What was troubling to Ozpin was the nature of the applicant. He didn't have a name only a designation.

"If they wait much longer there will be no one to partner up with." Glynda Goodwitch commented.

"They should be arriving shortly." Ozpin responded.

"Do we know anything about them? A name? Gender? Training?"

"We have a last name. Arc, and that is only because Jasmine herself informed me one of her children would be attending." Ozpin took a sip from his mug. "Aside from that all I know is their designation."

"Designation?"

"Yes, as per Jasmine Arc's correspondence the Orleans candidate is a what she calls a Bunny."

"A Bunny? What in the blazes does that mean?"

"I haven't the foggiest of clues."

An alert chimed from Glynda's tablet, drawing their attention from the conversation about the Orleans' applicant to the events currently transpiring with in the forest... in particular the area designated for the initiation process. Ozpin's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his deputy's eyes widen.

"Glynda?"

"Ms Rose and Ms Nikos have disturbed the deathstalker!"

""How long would it take Bart to intercept?"

"Too long... it's almost on top of... what the fuck???"

"Glynda?"

Glynda turned her tablet so Ozpin could watch the video feed. Ozpin's eye widened as he watched a anthropomorphic rabbit battle-suit slam shield first into the side of the massive deathstalker. The grimm's large spindly legs carved grooves through the dirt and underbrush as the mechanized suit of armor moved into an intercept position. Glynda and Ozpin could hear the screech of the ancient great grimm arachnid from their observation place.

The Bunny-suit moved with incredible speed, bringing it's shield into play to block and deflect the deathstalker's attacks. On one such exchange the Bunny thrust in a forward and upward motion, using it's massive round shield to throw one of the deathstalker's pincers wide. The cleaving motion of the suit's triangular-sword severed the limb effortlessly.

But whomever was inside was slow to recover. The opening was exploited by the deathstalker. It's venomous stinger slamming into the unprotected chest, shattering the overlay of the armor, and denting the internal plating. While the strike was far from a lethal one, Ozpin knew whomever was inside was feeling that hit.

Ms Rose and Ms Nikos both moved, using their ranged options to attempt to offer whatever support they could. It was a vain attempt to draw the grimm's attention away from the mechanized battle-suit standing before it. Once again the foul beast screeched. The Bunny staggered back a couple of steps, bringing it's shield up and chambering it's weapon.

The deathstalker reared back, screeching again before rushing forward. It's remaining pincer and barbed tail poised to strike. The Bunny also moved. Charging forward tucked behind it's shield. Just as their collision was imminent the Bunny flung it's shield arm wide and thrust forward with it's sword.

Glynda, Ozpin, and in fact anyone with in earshot grimaced and flinched as the once static blade was twisting at an insane rate. With the considerable weight of the suit, and the grimm added to the equation... the encounter was over. The rapid revolutions of the blade burrowed through the deathstalker's heavy plating, tearing and chewing through the softer insides, and slaying the fell beast.

Draw it's no stilled blade the Bunny flicked it to the side scattering the smoking remains of grimm goo from the white surface.

"I'm guessing that's the Orleans applicant." Glynda commented in a hushed and stunned voice.

"I believe you are correct." Ozpin commented.

On the screen the video feed continued to play. The back of the Bunny-suit peeled open, and a young blond man pulled himself free, before falling to the battle torn ground grasping at his chest.

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[jei-rifni]

How do you give Transformers characters distinct faces? Cause I have a bit of an issue with same face syndrome and when I draw them in black and white sketches I can no longer tell who is who 😭

Play with shapes and sizes!

Play with silhouettes and exagerate them! Think of whats unique about the character and emphasise that. Think of their personality. If someone told you “This person is nice, soft and gentle” you would naturally imagine a very soft face. And soft faces inclue circles and rounded edges. Of course while not all people with circular faces are nice, its the feeling that comes with the character! You can do whatever you want as long as it feels distinct to who the character is.

Like in the third image-slide: Astrotrain, i see him as a bot who simply wants to live life as himself and his own. He has rounded shapes to me because he does care about people, he wants the war over, he wants not to be treated as just transport. He wants to be more, but he is stuck as who he is. He is rounded because he wants to be loved by that he loves. His round face makes me think of him as someone emotional, who wants to support others with emotion but hides it. I also gave him a conductors cap in the front because it makes him cute LOL (This is based on a bunch of versions and many headcanons mashed together)

In the fourth image-slide: Skywarp is very round-faced, but his outer silhouette is very pointy. To me, i see him as a little gremlin who will bite you (pointy) but has a soft side (round-faced) for his friends (trine). - Starscream is very triangular, somewhat oval but squared on the outside. To me, i see him as very stuck up (triangular) and a big fat deciever, but like Skywarp, he does care about his trine (oval). - Thundercracker is very straightforward on who he is (IMO) and so hes rather cubic. He clearly cares about his trine but he knows he is the weakest, his entire cubic deamenor hides his incredibly soft side but he isnt angular enough to be agressive. (This is also many versions and headcanons mashed together)

Thats how i like to draw characters based on their personalities :)

My art is very stylized so take this as you will, i hope this helped!!

[pinkaditty]

Tokyo Debunker Headcanons

so. im insane LMFAOOOOOO but no seriously. im not even gonna elaborate. im posting these strictly as an interest check bc if anyone's interested ill keep posting them.

Body Type/Various Measurements Tokyo Debunker hcs:

FROSTHEIM ONLY (interest check!)

a/n: hihi as most of my consistent readers know, i am a biomed major and work in a med field. i love human anatomy. i couldn’t resist the urge to do this once i noticed that Lucas has a wider and taller frame than Kaito. it’s soso interesting i was just like “oh wait, lucas looks… larger than kaito?” and then i confirmed he was, his shoulders were broader and his waistline, albeit proportional, was wider. it’s so interesting. i had to. sorry!

cw: ??? hcs i guess! not trying 2 be insensitive but if u have an ed and seeing weights triggers u or something don't look at this post. i think that's it? oh also ts is not proofread i fear! i spat this out on paper and decided it was good 2 go!

MINORS DNI THESE HCS INCLUDE NSFW THINGS!! THANK YOU!!

PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING HCS:

note that the measurements may be misleading: for example, a waistline that is several inches smaller than bust or hip does not imply an hourglass shape unless specified. smaller waistline is proportionate to larger bust and hip, provides “normal” rather than “hourglass”. waistline larger or in similar value to bust or hip also does not imply overweight unless specified. subject may have different body type (i.e. pear or triangular), which consists of a larger waistline while still appearing lean (used a body visualizer, so feel free to input the values into one to better see my vision!). i did use a bmi calculator for this, but it is important to note that while some may appear obese or overweight based on weight, these boys have been trained for combat and usually consist of high muscle composition, which weighs more in less quantities than fat. either that, or they’re just unusually tall with a higher body mass and are inevitably going to weigh more. as for penis length: as much as we all appreciate monster cocks, i wanted to make this as realistic as possible. in japan, the penis length is generally equivalent to 7.9% of the body height. most, if not all lengths here, are based off of the values calculated. for our sakes, though, i rounded up a little teehee!!!! and i will admit, some of them i increased a little bit to fit my specific interpretation of the characters (specifically, the tall ones; for example, Tohma landed at around 6in like Jin, but i gave him 7in to account for some diversity in endowment + i jus feel like he'd be longer LOL). girth and other proportions are based purely in my own speculation. 

Jin Kamurai: Height is abt 6’2, so taller than average, but not super tall. Weight is abt 187 lbs or 84.8218 kg (not much muscle definition, but strong core and muscular arms needed to wield heavy sword), 40in underbust circumference, 30in waist, 42in hip. Triangular body type.

Excess notes: Upturned eyes, sharp nose, strongly defined cupid’s bow lips. Broad, unusually flexible shoulders. Hands are long and slender, wrists unusually small. Flatter than a wooden board in the back. Thighs and calves not very well-trained, but strong enough to give him a good base for combat. Penis length 6in, not particularly girthy or lengthy. Happy trail is present but almost invisible, silver hair against white skin relatively hard to spot. Keeps it hairy but does trim occasionally. 

Tohma Ishibashi: Height is around 6’1.5, taller than average. Weight is around 185 lbs or 83.9146 kg (enough muscle definition to be skilled in combat and wield axe, that and generally large height explain larger weight), 39in underbust, 29in waist, 42in hip. Rectangular body type.

Excess notes: Straight almond eyes, long straight nose, regular cupid’s bow lips. Long neck, very pronounced collarbones. Palms especially wide, fingers long and slender. Does not have much of an ass to work with I fear. Similar to Jin in that calves and thighs aren’t well-trained, but good enough to provide a strong base for axe-swinging. Penis length 7in, more in length than girth. Slight curve to the right. Well trimmed, no happy trail. 

Lucas Errant: Height is around 6’, taller than average, but not super tall. Weight is around 213 lbs or 96.6152 kg (large muscle definition despite being shorter, which is why he weighs more), 42in underbust, 30in waist, 46in hip. Hourglass body type.

Excess notes: I hc him to be mixed Jamaican/British + suffers from Acrofacial vitiligo (spots appear typically on face around openings, but in his case it appears on the back of his head which causes the lighter hair color there; has light spots on inner eye, under nose, and on hands, feet, and genital area). Wide, upturned eyes, small pronounced button nose, thicker lips with slight cupid’s bow. Broad shoulders. Hands thicker but wider, very heavy-handed. Has largest ass in Frostheim. Thighs and calves very well-trained, less likely to lose balance than Jin or Tohma during combat. Penis length 6.5in (used a different avg, as he’s not japanese but jamaican), thicker than usual, some varicose vein, slight left curvature. Likes to upkeep happy trail. Doesn’t trim often.

Kaito Fuji: Height is around 5’10, closer to average height. Weight is around 134 lbs or 60.7814 kg (not much muscle definition, gets minimal exercise, has defined core for archery’s sake), 34 in underbust, 28in waist, 36in hip. Rectangular body type.

Excess notes: Wide upturned cat-like eyes, sharp upturned nose, thin upper lip, bottom lip typical size. Long neck, pronounced bone structure (slightly visible spine). Hands are small and slender. Comparable to Jin in that he doesn’t have much of an ass, but isn’t quite as flat as Jin. Has more core strength than thigh or calf strength, but can establish an okay base for archery. Penis length is 5.5in, somewhat thick. Light happy trail and doesn’t grow much pubic hair. 

i want u all 2 be honest with me... am i insane 4 doing this LMFAOAOAOAOAOOO

need 2 find a new roommate bc this one keeps egging me on like "ok u ate with these descriptions" like yes thank u hype man!!!! im gonna get full of myself if u keep saying this shit

anyways. i hope you all enjoyed! im honestly not expecting this 2 do numbers but if anyone wants me 2 continue then i will!! im also working on requests in the background so things may take longer to pump out, but i will do them! until next time, my loves!

[l00rem]

Oh naaaaw they really went and gave him double daddy issues 💀💀

But Gibeon looks quite different to Amethio despite only being his grandad… when you compare liko and diana to amethio and gibeon it’s strange considering liko and diana resemble eachother so closely. Gibeon is more pink than purple and his hair is stylised completely differently, the outer pupil bit is shaped more triangular whilst amethio’s is just round. Also, looking even closer at gibeons eyes he has a white shine to it whilst amethio’s don’t, so has amethio actually had those depressed empty anime eyes the entire time but due to his white pupils we couldn’t tell until now? Maybe i’m just overthinking things 

It’s really interesting to me how differently amethio addresses his respective familial connections. He seems to really respect Gibeon, calling him ojji-sama, meanwhile he calls his dad chichi which is generally more neutral. He seems to be trying to distance himself from who is father was too which reeks of sooo much indoctrination someone please save his poor soul. I can see quite of few explanations for his lack of connection with his father; his father potentially learned of some dark truth and left but couldn’t take amethio for some reason, his father is dead but gibeon covered it up, or amethio never actually knew his father but was told about how he abandoned explorers once he joined. I wonder if Amethio tells himself that his feelings of bitterness towards his father are because he betrayed explorers, when in reality it’s because he’s the one who feels betrayed. 

Clearly there’s some reason amethio seems to have such strong loyalty towards Gibeon. They obviously don’t have a traditional bond, with Gibeon even remarking that it’s been awhile since they met like this which perhaps implies it’s been over a year since they met face to face, and yet amethio regards him so highly. And surprise surprise, the only time he cares to see his grandson face to face is when he’s asking him to continue serving his wishes, really selling himself as grandad of the year here.

This line particularly intrigues me and supports a hc i’ve been holding for awhile which is that amethio and gibeons blood line are descended from royalty of sorts. Perhaps then he intended to make rakua his kingdom, but that would mean destroying it in order to control it which lead to his subsequent falling out with Lucius. 

The way he phrases this is also really interesting to me- because it subverts the usual expected ‘heir to the throne’ and instead Gibeon just says heir of his blood. Which makes sense given that Gibeon seems to be intending to live forever, so he wants to keep playing as king for all eternity. So amethio is just a means to an end, someone to do all the hard work for achieving gibeons dreams and yet reviving little from it himself. 

I doubt this’ll happen but i’m gonna say it just to put it on the record- I wonder if we could potentially see this gibeon/amethio ancestor on the throne in the upcoming legends Z game? Considering Gibeon’s partner being a Zygarde and Kalos’s themes of royalty, potentially we could see the ruler that Gibeon is trying to emulate. Apart from new pokemon forms i don’t think the games have ever taken something from the anime before, but i think it’d make an interesting twist if they went that direction!

It’s pretty upsetting to see how heavily manipulated and indoctrinated Amethio is into explorers. I don’t have any doubts for his eventual redemption arc despite his yearning for power, but seeing how strong of a chokehold gibeon has on him it does make me wonder what’ll actually trigger it.  A lot of people compare amethio to zuko, but for zuko he could see physical evidence of how horrible the fire nation was through going around the world and having uncle iroh to guide him whereas amethio doesn’t really have either of those (zir and conia support him, but they’re not really angels on his shoulder). Either he’ll discover a darker secret somehow and turn against them (potentially the same as his father) or maybe through his development with the rvts he’ll grow to realise how horrible explorers has treated him? (something about chosen family vs biological family). Regardless of how it happens, I just hope Amethio can be happy by the end of all of this. Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll actually see him smile in a year or so.