#i'm not good at explaining stuff

[dricacchi]

some arthur lester design ideas and doodles

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[outer-andromeda]

Usually I try to better clean up and color these... But I REALLY wanted to share 'em as soon as possible cuz I really like how they look already, sue me :')))

Some story time under the cut for those of you who want context >:000

((EDIT - Small TWs for some negative talk and mentions of grief. Also spoilers for the ending on Chapter 4 :00)

As mentioned in a previous post, Gabby and Doey's relationship is... Very strained after the events of the fourth chapter.

Doey joined the group (Gabby, Kissy and Ava) eventually while they were venturing as subtly as possible to avoid running into Huggy. It was a surprise, obviously - they all thought he was six feet underground since the aftermath of him crashing down. They were all relieved to know he was still alive, but something was different. He wasn't as jovial as his usual self was... He was just... Off. Quiet. Monotone.

(Which is understandable since the guy is literally GRIEVING the loss of the kids of the Safe Haven y'know- and he feels immense guilt for what happened)

At some point, they get separated - Kissy and Ava stick together, while Doey and Gabby venture on their own way, both groups hoping to join each other again eventually. Doey and Gabby still have that quiet dynamic going on, because the human guy doesn't want to make things any worse than they already are. So he tries to be the cheerful one. For both his and Doey's sakes. He tries as hard as he can. But it falls flat. And Gabby, despite himself, grows more and more irritated by Doey's unusual calmness. Something's obviously going on and he won't say anything about it.

Something happens that puts them in a dangerous situation, and everything spills out. Gabby wants to talk, he wants answers. Doey is trying to ignore it, but he's being pushed. And suddenly his anger blooms back out. And he lashes out on Gabby. Shouts all the words he hadn't gotten out. How he was never any good for the kids. How he could've done so much more. How if it wasn't for him, "they'd still be breathing and standing right now". How Gabby can't understand. And Gabby... Takes it. He stands there, listening to every single thing he says. Silently.

He's not afraid. And Doey notices. It's unnerving. It catches him completely off guard. It's like something is starting to break inside of him. Something he's not sure he wants to let shatter much more...

And then Gabby hugs him. And the thing in Doey's core is completely obliterated. And the tears are finally, finally let loose. And his shoulders finally relax to wrap themselves around the short man.

They talk after some VERY good comforting words from Gabby. They find Kissy and Ava after some searching, and they're back on track.

And from then on, their relationship changes back slowly to the small friendship they had formed in the past, plus more. They both understand and trust each other, and Doey feels relief from having someone he can confide in and let himself relax with. And just... Be a kid. Even if just for a bit. All three kids need that so badly, and Gabby tries his best to give that to them. To Doey. Because he, out of anyone, deserves a break the most.

[canisalbus]

you've probably been asked this before but how did you get so good at human anatomy????? like obviously you're amazing with dogs, but i just loveee the way you draw your anthro characters and how you're able to make them so lifelike and human(ish)!! so i was just wondering, what resources did you use to get good at this?

This is going to be such an useless response, but I don't know if there's any specific tricks to learning anatomy, or at least I don't feel qualified to try to dissect and explain them. It's just decades worth of practice and trial and error :'>

I've done a few courses of life drawing and I'd argue that it's surprisingly effective in calibrating your eye to understand poses, proportions, perspective and the line of action. It gives your figures that certain organic liveliness and fluidity. Other than that, I'm always lowkey observing how people move and bend and gesture, and trying to internalize it well enough so I can replicate that on paper. Archiving stuff in the visual library for later use.

And thank you! I'm flattered you think my anthros look believably lifelike! Anatomy is a longtime interest of mine, it's something I'm particularly motivated to figure out. Even though my ability to capture bodies is still very far from where I want to be, I feel like I'm going in the right direction.

[scarapanna]

I liked your art, you won🎉🎉🎉

WE WON NO REDEMPTION WAHOOOOO/silly

I'm still terrified of the redemption route for this clown though hdhghfg, I want his silly self to stay evil and wimsy and goofy and with redemption uhhh

We're like

I dunno I'm sooo scared devsis is gonna take away that aspect which is what makes him just so funnn. Please pretty please let him be god awful and rotten and rude and goofy if you take that route Devisis I want him to keep his funny wimsy qualities. Please please pleaseeee write him well y'all are doing sooo good with him don't fumble by taking the redemption route (And if they do it better be good and he better stay chaotic and goofy and sassy and condescending and all his "rotten rabid thing" qualities)

If they do him (And his fun aspects justice in this dreaded hypotetical) then I may be cool with it. Though the mean ass possum has grown on me so much I'd 100% miss that evil and unhinged part of him TONS, devsis have mercy pretty please/silly

[Longer more insane ramblings are in the tags hsfhfhhv]

[pigeonstab]

Dream's wings

[another-whump-sideblog]

I'm getting whumperflies from my textbook's chapter on behaviorism. The cold, calculated way it talks about behaviors completely separate from the person doing them and the emphasis on reinforcement and punishment are just so very whumpy. Generally it uses attention as an example of reinforcement, which leads to stuff like "it's effective to avoid eye contact and conversation while restraining a patient so that misbehaving isn't unintentionally reinforced through attention." Like that's one of the whumpiest things I've ever read and it's in a psychology textbook. Imagine a whumper just completely ceasing any eye contact or conversation while Whumpee is being punished because attention is a reinforcer

Behaviorism is so fucked up

[sleepinglionhearts]

This morning was interesting. And the shirt is comfy 👕

(reads right to left, like proper manga)

[royalarchivist]

Cellbit: Yeah, [Bobby is] our son.

Roier: What?

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean… he's already dead. [...] By the time we got married, he was no longer around. So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

Cellbit: Hey Tina, have you met Bobby? I don't think you did, right?

Tina: I met him a little bit earlier, he's so cute!

Roier: Aww

Tina: I told him I like StarBobby.

Cellbit: Yeah, it's our son.

Roier: What? But-

Cellbit: He's our son, no? Or not? Am I not?

Roier: I mean... he's already dead.

Cellbit: That's true, that's true.

Roier: By the time we got married, he was no longer around.

Cellbit: That's true, true.

Roier: So in theory, in theory-

Cellbit: But in my heart, he is my son.

Roier: Oh, that's fine, in your heart, yes. In your heart, yes. But actually-

Bagi: Am I the auntie?

Cellbit: He could have been my son, he could have been.

Roier: But actually, he is my son and Jaiden’s.

Cellbit: Yes yes, definitely, of course.

Roier: [Smacks him] Exactly. Well, you're the step-father, you know?

Bagi: So I don't think I'm your auntie, sorry. Unless you want to!

Cellbit: Yes, fake dad, fake dad. Fake father.

Roier: But it's ok. It's ok.

Cellbit: It's ok, it's ok.

Roier: It's this dumbass' fault he died anyways.

[buttercupshands]

thought about this thing for a while

it was extremely interesting to just analyze myself and get like a tier list in my head

[bunbitti]

Hello again, thanks for doing my last request. I came up with another idea for you to write if you would like to.

It is a Mydei x male reader, where the reader is skinny/out of shape, and Mydei is his trainer or workout coach. It could take place in the same universe, and I imagined a fluff scenario for this.

(Another request 🗣🗣🗣 idk what trainers/coaches do haha let's imagine he's been your trainer for a while now)

"Run! Harder! Just one more lap!"

This must've been the thousandth time Mydei barked right in your ear this week. Your very lungs were dry, there was a cramp in your side, and your breath smelled like blood. You could swear your feeble muscles would give out any second now, but somehow he knew you better than you knew your own body and insisted you continue.

Mydei, your trainer with that Greek (demi)god's body, was jogging lightly to keep up. He wasn't out of breath or sweating beyond the heat of the sun (he texted you several times today to wear sunscreen before coming over).

Ugh.. it hurts..

The moment you stumble and can't muster the strength to catch yourself, Mydei's arms find you before you hit the ground.

"You're done for today. Good job."

Unlike most other days, he hoisted you into his arms (not that it would've been very difficult given his muscles that have proven to be able to lift your weight a hundred times over, or something) and carried you back to the locker room where your non-workout clothes were. It's a good thing he did, because otherwise you would've tripped over yourself with every step, fallen on your face, and passed out in a puddle of sweaty mushy flesh and bones.

"Drink up, and then I'll help you stretch," Mydei says, handing you your bottle.

He'd told you long ago about how hydration wasn't just chugging water and all that, and then lectured you about what to eat and drink after different workouts for the best recovery. It's not like you were going for his build right off the bat (such a goal only leads to disappointment for many, many people) so his focus was on reducing pain after workout. It's the long game, and extreme actions don't lend well to a sustainable new lifestyle.

Mydei proceeded to write up and then give you an entire customized recovery guide the next time you worked out with him, with substitutions for any food allergies/intolerances or strong aversions that you had mentioned, plus accounting for variations to avoid the pressure to eat the exact same thing. A large disclaimer was placed on the first page - "you can ignore all of this and eat what you like as long as you don't starve; it won't kill you, just like regularly eating honeycakes doesn't kill me."

He did, however, go to your place and gently harass you into a light workout whenever you dreaded an intense one and contemplated skipping. If you were feeling down because it seemed like there weren't enough results for the work you were putting in, Mydei would remind you of how long everything takes, how every body needs different things to reach a goal, and how far you'd actually come (he kept records, of course, to brag to you about yourself as needed). Ups and downs were inevitable.

Stretching hurt, but at this point you trusted him not to do something that would screw over some part of your body; a past trainer went a little too hard and it hurt to try to bend or straighten your arms for weeks, but this never happened with him. His regimen started out light and progressively got more intense when he found your limits and started to push them toward your goals. At least you can walk up the many steps to the Okhema bathhouse without wheezing at the top now, right? It's harder for rude people to push you out of the way with your newfound stability as long as you haven't just finished destroying your legs by running for far too long.

"Since you're still looking.. wobbly, I'll cook lunch while you take a bath," he offers with a mildly amused huff.

His observation wasn't wrong. Your entire body was trembling. Every step you took was characterized by your legs vibrating because your muscles didn't have the energy to do anything steadily, which made you look like a newborn foal learning to walk.

Mydei making you lunch was a very, very nice treat. He was ridiculously good at cooking and often cooked for you when he had time after putting you through all of that pain.

When you returned from the bath and quite a bit of muscle massaging, you found him in your kitchen. Everything he made was amazing. Mydei had learned a while ago exactly how much food you could comfortably consume in a post-workout meal and then adjusted the portions he cooked accordingly, never pushing you to eat too much or to starve.

You ate lunch together in a comfortable silence, and then he lectured you a little more just to make sure you remembered what to do to recover properly before leaving you be.

He'll be back tomorrow for a nice walk around town. No running.

[grimark]

while i'm on the subject everyone look at this miserable and pathetic seivarden i drew like two years ago for this thing i still haven't finished. she is lying on the floor in a fetal position <3

[booasaur]

The Wheel of Time - 2x06

[heybiji]

double life

[winds-of-zephyr416]

My dad just asked me where I post all of my art. My guy, no. No, no no no no no. You don't understand.

You do NOT want to see my tumblr man. I don't even draw NSFW I just don't wanna explain what angbang is to my very christian 49 year old father 😭😭😭

[polite--cat]

hi! i'm sof :)

this is my motorsports-focused sideblog, my main is @powersofdarkness

for my current f1 favs, please consult this official tierlist (updated as of Monaco!):

(did I expect to use the last tier quite so early? i did not)

in terms of other series:

indycar - pato o'ward, colton herta, christian lundgaard (never said i wasn't a basic bitch)

IMSA - porsche penske n7

f1a - doriane pin, of course