#humansona tag

[iwakuraz]

its silly but this is a happy version of some old vent art I made a while ago. theres so much old vent art in my scrapbook it made me feel kinda bad so I drew pinkie pie being my bestie to feel better

[juniper-clan]

Heronstar humansona is secretly Nier Automatca????

[serfuzzypushover]

otherkin meeting ❤️

[rogdona]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

wwaah ✨

[mispelled]

Humansona for Silvi, Fischer's Turaco. Design explanations under the cut

Goodnight sweet prince

[princescar]

For all the folks in the middle of the Monokuma and DILF Loving ven diagram

Headcanons under cut

•Big bear :3 (and short king!! Two for one special)

•Junko's weird uncle who is just as fucked up as she is <3 (well, maybe more)

•Loves his niece, tries to get into fashion for her sake (he's getting there)

•Hates his other niece, why tf is she even here???

• A triplet, one brother is an accident prone doctor, the other is in the mafia, they all want nothing to do with each other

•He, on the other hand, works for Hope's Peak and is fighting for Jin's job as Headmaster

• Has an adopted little sister who works as a teacher for HPA (he pushed her down the stairs)

•Wanted to be a cartoonist but no one would greenlight his show (no one wants to watch a cartoon about Jigsaw as a teddy bear)

•Still uses his OC for merch and marketing (he wants to be Walt Disney sooooo bad)

•Has given so much failed Monokuma merch to Junko (she even made some herself?????)

•BIG nerd, keeps making references no one gets (Junko does and he loves her even more for it)

•Hates children, doesn't even talk to his adult kids

Spent way to much time on this, hope atleast someone enjoys it

[templeofvengeance]

[arthur-lesters-tummy]

day 81 of the dreamlands

wowza, caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and it turns out our disguises courtesay of the deck of cards makes @arthur-lesters-ribcage and i look like humans!

hehe Tommy's gonna getcha!

and ribcage looks fabulous too, if i do say so.

we've spent the day walking to and have arrived at Barbara's house! there were no pavements, just desire trails. it's a scenic route with clear views of the coast for miles, some rivers, sheep, plenty of grassy hills and rocks.

we stopped at a beach called "singing sands" and true to its name, when you walk on the sand it makes a voice-like ethereal sound. when you run it sounds like it's laughing lol. we felt an unignorable urge to play volleyball... i won 5-4, a close match! saw rib collecting shells, those'll make nice souvenirs!

when Barbara answered the door, she simply took the package, thanked us, then shut the door... what an anticlimatic end to such a journey! i knocked again, miiight have ranted a bit about the troubles we've been through in the dreamlands -after all not long ago we were in the sewers- and she offered to let us stay in the guest room (we've been camping thus far... i am so in need of a shower!) Barbara's quite a reserved person but I'm sure my intimidation skills and ribby's innocent charms will get a conversation out of her!

our mission tomorrow: perhaps enjoy the island a bit more, and/or go to Mr Warson Lollice to convince him to let us borrow his helicopter for a bit so we can return to @arthur-lesters-tits @arthur-lesters-slutty-waist @arthur-lesters-whimpering and @arthur-lesters-trachea on the mainland!!

[nageki-the-friendly-ghost]

Yall the human portraits are great. People who never turned them on are missing out. You realize they're only there for the introductions, right? They're birds the rest of the time.

You missed out on the greatest visual gag of all time (y'all who were correct and played with them know what I'm talking about)

[kakusu-shipping]

The Captain Pikachu/Me dynamic is like Iku/Dojo from Library Wars but like this Very Specific Part where Iku bursts out of her tent in a tank and Dojo sprints to his tent to cover her with his jacket and she just Never Notices.

[iwakuraz]

making a portrait painting you a portrait of the artist ,,, (except I'm actually an alien cat from a different plant and have been forced into a human body that doesn't necessarily represent my true form)

[plumbogs]

hanging out with a human disguise who is basically just a clone with human skin and sunglasses (it is easier to make them two seperate sims and swap them out for photo purposes instead of either changing their skin and style or figuring out an overlay system every time i'd want to use it)

[natandacat]

the way u tag every cat thing in relation to azar as #azar,,, what if he had a tumblr and he tagged every 20 year old cooking with #nat

[also im sorry but i cried laughing thinking about this for 10 mins ]

Canonically, azar's humansona wouldn't be on tumblr bc he's a jock loser. The only thing he does online is watch popular YouTube videos and visit sport subreddits.

[mispelled]

Yall already KNOW I'm back on my wizard city bullshit. This time with background wizards

[jadeburdened]

@idolatri​ || [x]

Sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth and tightly-clenched jaw. Their frustration builds within them, though not enough to stir something.. vile in the depth of their core, not enough to cause a violent outburst that they often succumbed to in ages past. 

Everything relating to mortal humans are... too bothersome, too useless, too odd, too much. Alatus had taken ages to plan out and create this human vessel of theirs in order to perfectly function the way they must, but even then, everything about this form is limiting. And now they must limit these fragile limbs further? “Modesty be damned-- this is starting to feel less of a vessel and more of a prison.” Words of hostility rumble in the back of their throat like a feral growl-- but it’s a clear attempt that Alatus is merely keeping their voice from raising into a shout of exasperation. They’ve yet to fully master handling emotions and reactions in this foreign form, though. 

They’ve yet to fully recover from their grievous past, too. Mínù, forgive them for this... fight or fight response, as they have no wings to fly with at the moment.

And speaking of, the multiple layers draped upon broad shoulders and back feel restricting, near suffocating. As a creature born to traverse the skies, Alatus feels weighed down heavily. Trapped upon the earth which is not their domain. Clawed digits want so badly to rip all these fabric off already, and very little of what Menogias had just explained stick in the frantic once-avian’s mind. Cor lapis-hued eyes flit over at the mention of Bosacious, and Alatus’ face dons on the look of a compatriot betrayed. 

“Not the Marshal, too?!”