#idk what to put here um

[paperpeari]

[peachypine]

the roomies!!! i originally designed this ososan oc trio in full about a year ago to write on an rp blog. it's not really active rn, but i still want to talk and post about 'em, so here they are! just basic rundowns, but i'd be curious to hear which one (if any) is your fav of the three (feel free to leave it in the tags?? if u want!)

bonus transparent of them all together:

aaand some rambling under the cut about their designs

anzu:

i wanted to use orange as a character colour bc it's one that wasn't already used in the matsu rainbow, and i had a concept of a gyaru character named anzu kicking around in my head for a long time as well, so here we are. miwa from the mixer ep inspired the eyeshadow (orange rather than miwa's blue obv, to keep with her colour theme) and delinquent totoko's design inspired her ombre dyejob! i went with a blonde-to-orange look as a nod to anzu's namesake fruit (apricot).

the strands framing her face are split into 3 sections at the end (2/3 are grouped together and 1/3 flips in the other direction) which is a little nod to her being one of 3 siblings (eldest), as well as the "三" character used in her surname (mikado) meaning 3. the rest of her hairstyle is just because i thought it looked cute, though.

ososan's style is more simplified, but i wanted to convey makeup that was a little bold, but cute (long false lashes, eyeshadow, & and a soft pink or nude glossy lip). clothing-wise, she mixes and matches a few different substyles (agejo and onee are prominent, with some ane, tsuyome, and general old school gal influences as well?), with a particular fondness for animal prints, esp. tiger print. (that said, orange tiger print doesn't seem all that common in gyaru clothes, so in-universe i like to think that the top pictured above was originally a black-and-white zebra(?) stripe print she thrifted and dyed at home--close enough!)

her nails day to day are usually medium length since she has a lot of hobbies that involve her hands and anything longer makes those things a bit more cumbersome. sometimes they're decoden/bedazzled, sometimes they're just painted a cute colour/pattern, depends on the day! and i think she opts for press-ons over extensions for longer nails, since it's cheaper.

ran:

i'm just a bitch who loves purple, that's the reason for this one. i think the hime cut with shorter bangs is nice because you can showcase the eyebrows (i think eyebrows can really elevate a character design so i gave all 3 their own brow shape) without worrying about the lines for the eyebrows and bangs intersecting in an annoying way when you draw it. i like shorter, slightly sharp eyebrows like these because they're easy to draw, lol. i think they're usually furrowed like she's displeased with something, but that may just be her resting face. i also thought this blunter, sharper-looking cut (bold, standoffish) was a fun contrast to anzu's flippy half-updo (bright, bouncy) and yuzu's short, wavy hair (languid, relaxed).

5 piercings on each ear (2 spiked helix & 3 lobe) = 5 siblings including ran (4 older brothers). the other reason for this number of piercings was that her namesake flower (orchid) had--i thought--5 petals, but as it turns out i'm a fool, it's actually 3 petals (including the lip) and 3 sepals??? ah, well.

clothing-wise, influences from various punk/vkei styles alongside some rokku gyaru. (maybe anzu introduced her to this one?) this brash style is the total inverse of how she was expected to dress growing up. (when she and anzu first met, she was an OL with no piercings, undyed hair, and positively miserable, but that was a number of years ago now.) i'm really not reinventing the wheel with "small and angry", but y'know, we have fun here.

yuzu:

is teal distinct enough from blue to count as its own colour? i think so. for yuzu, i really loved the concept of a deadpan-looking character who is very much not the straightman, who in fact wants very badly to be the funnyman 99% of the time. that kind of straight-faced but silly comedic character is always really fun to me.

half-lidded/heavy-lidded eyes paired with thick brows are always a winner to me fsr, and i wanted to give her a more "handsome" looking face with a bit more of a defined jaw than you typically see on women in ososan. as a treat. i wanted her to look a bit like a mysterious prettyboy, but she's not actually mysterious, she's just a space cadet. (and very straightforward about her thoughts and feelings, saying them with little fuss or thought.) expectation vs reality, people deciding what you're like based on their own perception vs what you're actually like, etc. etc.

i don't have anything deep to say about her hairstyle, but maybe that's how yuzu would like it, what you see is what you get. (again, eyebrows vs hair... let that eyebrow scar that i gave her for no reason shine.) as for clothing, she prefers things that are easy to move around in, so her style is the most "matsuno"-like (t-shirts, hoodies, basketball shorts, sweats, etc.). in particular, she likes shirts with phrases, usually in english, that are funny or almost make sense but not quite ("for background visual gags" and "for the english speakers in the audience").

[rgrfederer]

the narrative keeps on haunting taylor with ghosts from a not-so-far past

[00o9sv]

also here’s a thing I did in january, this was mostly me testing out a different technique with coloring (i hate coloring 💔)

[dear-ao3]

so in honor of pride and gay month:

not to sound cheesy as hell but! idk for the first time in my life i feel secure and proud of my identity and im glad you lot (all 85k) are here w me for it. i hope everyone of you is having a fucking fantastic day, month, year, and so on. even if youre not, it will get better. if you cant come out due to family, or location, or youre just not ready, you deserve to be proud too, even if no one knows. knowing yourself is more important than anyones opinion of you. and if you dont know yourself quite yet? youre still wonderful and valid as well. youll get there somepoint, you have all the time in the world. even if you dont get there, youre still valid and cool as hell. if you are out, whether you show it off, or whether you dont, youre still valid. theres no right way to have pride in being queer, and theres certainly no wrong way either, unless you tear down others.

so, its pride month, 2023, and i know things look like shit, but its bound to get better someday.

stand with your friends and your community, and even if you arent part of it, stand by with us anyway.

id like to thank saph, brad, fennec, and all of you who are cool as hell and are supportive as hell.

be proud of yourself for getting this far.

sincerely,

katya

(a very proud bisexual transman)

[cykoscandycane]

these divas 🌠✨🌼

[cutecowthing]

Greener Pastures

[18+ only; hypnosis/mind control, breast expansion and hucow themes abound. reader is a heifer and not a bull, but I might dabble with more masc-themed stories in the future!]

How long have you been here?

A couple of days? A week? A month? Years, maybe?

Deep down you knew there was something before the farm. Fuzzy hints of memories would pop in occasionally, but they were all of unhappy things. Things that told you that your life outside of the farm was not one you'd want to return to. To live beyond the valley was to live dissatisfied.

Sometimes, in your dreams, you recalled your first day here.

It started out simply enough. You had spent the morning perusing the local farmer's market and right as you were about to leave, you suddenly noticed a cowbell on the ground. The glint of the metal caught your attention and you stopped to pick it up.

There was text engraved onto the shiny surface:

If found, please return to Golden Meadows Ranch.

You thought that was curious. Did cowbells go missing often? However, that didn't stop you from getting back into your car and heading to the address. Why not? It was the right thing to do, after all.

The drive through the countryside was peaceful. The sun was gentle and the breeze whispered through the trees. White clouds drifted lazily across the sky. The calming scenery looked like it came right out of a painting.

After what seemed like a deceptively long drive you finally arrived at the address. At the end of the driveway was a quaint little ranch house. You got up and knocked on the door, cowbell in hand.

The man who answered the door looked at you and smiled. He was ruggedly handsome with brown hair and gray eyes. For a moment you could have sworn he was anticipating your arrival somehow.

"Um," you stammered, offering him the cowbell. "I found this earlier this morning."

"Thank you kindly." He gingerly took it from your hands. "Why don't you come inside? I bet the drive out here took a while."

"Oh, thank you." You said, following him inside. You still had a few other errands to run today, but those could wait. Right now, more than anything, you wanted to stay a little bit longer. The country atmosphere was so, so relaxing.

"What's your name, sunshine?" He asked as he led you into the kitchen.

You told him, and he smiled again as he offered a handshake. "My name's Victor. Want anything to drink?"

"I really do appreciate you bringing that there cowbell back." He told you as he filled up a glass from the tap. "Most people wouldn't have gone out of their way for a stranger."

You wanted to protest but decided against it. Victor was kind enough to allow you into his home, the least you could do is keep him company. You decided to sit down and stay a while.

"Just some water, please."

"I've never seen anything quite like it before." You replied. "...is it common for cowbells to go missing often?"

"Not exactly." He said back, sitting across from you. His eyes were soft, warm and inviting. He handed you the water and you immediately took a drink. "You see, that cowbell is special."

"What do you mean?" You couldn't look away from him if you tried. His gaze pulled you in.

"It's been infused with powerful magic." He explained. His voice was a low, hypnotic drone. "You didn't find it. It found you."

"It did?" Your thoughts were slowing down. Your whole body was starting to tingle.

"That's right." He lightly placed his hand on top of yours. "It sought you out because it knew you wanted a fresh start. And I'm going to give it to you."

As his words slipped their way through your mind, you started to feel an odd sensation. Your shirt was quickly becoming tighter and tighter. It took you a few moments to realize your breasts were growing.

"You will?" You blinked a few times as you hastily lifted your top over your head and tossed it onto the floor, leaving yourself exposed.

"That's right." He said gently, giving you a warm smile. He reached over and tenderly began to draw soft circles around your nipples. "You're going to live on my ranch from now on."

A dopey, lazy smile spread across your face. Your breasts continued to grow. The soft, supple flesh began to spill out onto the kitchen table.

"I think you're going to find that your new life will be much better here." He got up and walked behind you, giving your shoulders a firm massage. "You won't have to worry about a thing."

You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh. The transformation was continuing at a steady pace. Your breasts continued to grow, and you noticed that you were suddenly sprouting horns, ears and a tail.

You looked at your reflection in the glass of water. Your ears had cute black and white spots-- just like a cow.

You immediately stripped your pants and underwear off to allow everything to finish growing. The warm air in the house felt amazing beyond words. It felt natural, like this was always meant to be.

"You're almost done, sunshine." Victor cooed. He leaned over and gave your ample breasts a squeeze. "You know what happens to good cows, don't you?"

"They... get... milked?" The words came slow. You deliberately had to force them out. The thought excited you, and your tail swished happily.

"Very good!" He gave you another squeeze. "These udders of yours are going to be milked every day from now on."

"Every... day..." You repeated lazily.

He started to poke and prod at your teats, inspecting them with his hands. "Everything seems to have come in quite nicely. You'll make a very good cow. Can you moo for me?"

"Moo!"

Victor began to knead your udders. You could feel the milk sloshing inside, threatening to spill out.

"You've only just started, so you don't have very much." He spoke gently as he tugged at your teats. Small beads were forming on their surface, trickling down onto the table.

The only sound that came out of your mouth in response was a moo.

He let the milk accumulate onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips. "Suck."

Automatically you began to suckle the sweet cream off of his fingers. A deep wave of relaxation washed over you as the final touches of the transformation took effect. You were now a human cow, inside and out.

Victor stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There you go. That wasn't so bad, was it? Stay right there, sunshine. I'll go get a collar to put that cowbell on. Then you'll be ready to go out to the pasture."

[almightyhamslice]

Naughtified mascots! I also like to refer to them as 'poisoned' or 'bitten' because well. it's more on the nose LOL. One thing I left out about Sir Dadadoo when I wrote his post was that his bite is venomous. Specifically, when he bites he injects a neurotoxin into the flesh of his foe, and it spreads quickly through their veins & mixes with the Givanium already present. It overrides the mind of the bite victim, who is then left in a zombie-like state. Dadadoo is then able to easily manipulate the infected and force them to do his bidding.

Dadadoo is very vampirish as a character, so I wanted 'naughtification' to be something more,,, horror movie esque? I ditched the whole magic scepter thing bc it makes things complicated in a way I can't begin to sort out, so I've made things complicated in a way that makes sense to me LOL. So, Dadadoo doesn't need the scepter to command an army, he just needs to get close and BITE YOU! In fact if/when I go thru banban 6's story in this AU, I think it'd be neat if Dadadoo picked off the characters slowly, with them all disappearing from Marc's sight inocuously (until Bittergiggle confronts Dadadoo directly & gives in to their self doubts, offering Dadadoo their arm & being bitten in front of Marc and Banban before they try to escape).

Personality wise, the poisoned mascots are shells of their former selves, they only retain short term memories of what happened directly before they were bitten. For the more animalistic characters, this results in them constantly acting threatened & aloof, since the last thing they remember is being ambushed. The human mascots, however....

Sir Dadadoo personally sought them out and convinced them to join his side, willingly. It's why their bitemarks are all on their arms, they were reaching out to solidify a 'deal' with him. A false truce. So, the 3 human mascots willingly listen to Dadadoo because they believe he can help them find purpose, escape, or be loved again. Banbaleena simply wanted to escape, so Dadadoo told her his plan and offered her to be a 'recruiter' in Cityngeon to rally others to his cause as he began to arrange a new (much scrappier) rebellion plan. Poisoned Banbaleena has lost access to her sense of critical thought, and parrots what Dadadoo tells her to say. Nabnaleena and Bittergiggle were both very insecure and Dadadoo preyed on that, it's just more apparent with Bittergiggle because they can actually speak. Both view all others as enemies out to get them, so they will do their best to rip them apart.

[ballcrusher74]

I've been kinda doing fuck all as of recent ( I have shit to get done but I'm being lazy ) but I did do this the other day of my sona to be a decal in a roblox game .. kinda fire tbh

[squishosaur]

hey man. i'm just saying. why would we put inexperienced teenagers with over-inflated egos and obvious emotional issues into combat classes and make them claw their way to the top of their dorms and expect things to just run smoothly. who actually thought this

[aristocrating]

scar across the landscape, this is how we change the world

Jaller nods, but stares straight ahead. Matorans are starting to stream into the Coliseum, and waves of elation are still washing over all of them as the last effects of the Great Spirit being revived begin to take hold. “I didn’t think I was sending him off to die.” Hahli hums thoughtfully. “Would you have done anything different in his stead, though?” “I suppose not.” He shakes his head slowly, unable to contain the mix of dread and disappointment in his chest. “But it should have been me.”

They’re back in Metru Nui. They’re missing one Toa.

Jaller & Matoro | Grief | 2k words | read on ao3

[rixelsixel]

hallo tumbler, I've finally decided to post here =]

have Gabriel Ultrakill

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[frascospecimen]

Ask Forgiveness

[schizowitchic]

also like i partially found out i might be intersex because i was looking at trans stuff and there was like "(however many) months on t and finally seeing some bottom growth" and like pictures of t-dicks and i was like.... um.... that's kind of just what my clit looks like anyways. so i was like "hey google give me a quick rundown on this" and learned what clitoromegaly was and then i was like. hm. intersex resources. and it's like a sign? symptom? side-effect? of certain intersex conditions

[evilmagician430]