#its just also going to be longer than the first so sketching it is taking time. and also see: busy busy bee

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a cannoli please?

(GN)

How would you posing bare for him go? He’s shown you his few sketches of you before, and you also just want to surprise him in a way that you don’t think he’d expect. So what happens when he finds you laid out on the sofa with nothing on, telling him to draw you?

-🎐

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : cannoli !! . . . shadow monster ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡​​​​​​​𝑢​​​​​​​𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  vinicio agresta moretti

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic artist who is one with the shadows. a monstrous being who calls upon beings of the abyss to his aid.

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... startled is your boyfriend, when he walks in on your bare body sprawled across his bedroom couch. ready to be sketched and memorised on paper⊹ cw ٬٬ nudity . suggestive . artistic nudity .

Sketchbooks pile high. And fit in well with the scattered pencils and paintbrushes hidden among pots full of leafy plants and beautiful flowers. Inside the bedroom you lay in wait for Vinicio to come back home. You snuck in secretly by the help of his younger sister.

Though not even she, fortunately, knows that the second you got into his room you rid yourself of your clothes and moved to the couch in the corner.

It seems you had come at the right time too. Because not long after you had undressed and draped yourself across the expanse of the black couch, like duvet. Did the door creak open, and in marched Vinicio. Tired. Dark brown hair tousled from work.

The door shut as quick as it had closed. Shadowy figures crawling behind him like ocean waves. His coat tossed to the side carelessly. While the nearest sketchbook found its place in his hand, as he turned towards the couch.

His eyes connected with yours quick. But it took even longer to register your state on his couch. Until a small, dusty pink sheen covered his cheeks. And a small smile curled at the corners of his usual frown. "Well."

A mutual, though wider, smile spotted your own lips. It's ethereal, each time. You smile and the heavens sigh— Urgh, he sounds like Pasquale. Vinicio's tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth and he cocks his head to the side. "Aren't I lucky?"

Fits of giggles erupt into the room. Brown irises register the pair of pearly whites that draw back the bottom lip his own lips are itching to kiss.

"One of the luckiest men, if I say so myself." You shift to the side slowly as you croon. Each piece of your skin he could see was another bliss to touch in the near future. He'd love nothing more than to hold you, make you shiver when his index would draw lines up your spine. Alas, other thoughts overtook his mind too.

No beauty could ever replicate the beauty that you possessed. His eyes traced over each curve with love, admiration. Inspiration. While his hands itched. Truly, he was not more but an artist who sought to put the beauty of his beloved other half down on paper. Memorize you.

It was incredible. How his smile grew wider, almost shy. That's certainly a first. Vinicio, shy? You scarcely believe it. "I've always wondered what I'd look like, in your style. Like this. . ." You whisper, drawing a breath out of his lungs. Two, three— You might as well knock all of the air out of him.

Take it, it's yours, his entire heart.

"Then let me sit here and sketch you, yeah?" With that, a chair skidded across the room and moved straight to his free hand. Motioning the chair to face you before sitting.

Languid and smooth strokes went across the canvas of his sketchbook. The soft scratches of pencil against paper halted at times as he took glances at you. Memorized the curves and the serene expression on your face. A peaceful silence overtook the room.

At times, you'd hear the occasional, "You're beautiful," muttered quietly. As if Vinicio was mumbling it to himself as he drew you. You admired the gaze so full of passion he gave you within the short glances. Sometimes you'd have to snap him out of the gazes because he would stop sketching and just look at you.

Time flew by, and he'd been through several poses with you. He grew quicker in strokes and glides as his brain had recognized and remembered your features. Yet, he couldn't capture your full soul and being. Because you were the only one that possessed such. Not even the drawings of you, could match the real deal.

You made his heart melt, a thousand times over. His hands would too, when they found their spot on your waist, squeezed gently and pull you closer for a kiss. The sketchbook discarded long since, and the dance of your bodies commenced.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki . 

[disruptivevoib]

whats your favourite au of yours!!

Eleutheromania has the most development and indepth thought put into it and its characters! But Sun Down is my first one, and while I'd rewrite it a bit now if I could, I really like the characters for it too. Twine, Coil, and Yarn are all fairly in depth as characters post the main catalyst events of the au, but it doesn't have a solid story.

Eleutheromania's story, tbf would be very long if I wrote it out entirely. SInce there are multiple periods of time. I think the au could probably take up the length of a book if I committed to it lmao

So yeah, one of those two!! Love all my aus tho. I adore the game au concept, and I wanted to work on it after the Pokemon pieces but got busy again.

[tammyu-2]

hiiii. can you write hc for the turtles (if you do) for femreader with large breasts, like larger than normal, and has neck, shoulder, back pains, etc. with either rise or 2012 pleaseeee?? feel free to ignore, loves ya<33

Oookey however I won't do Mikey. I hope that's okay with you

2012 TMNT WITH A S/O THAT HAS BIG BOOBS

Some vulgar innuendos, sorta perverted on raphs side, trying to make this kinda pg but not that much, swearing, feminine pronouns

Let's hop right into it!

LEO

When Leonardo first caught had his eye on you he didn't really think much of it. He wasn't really the type to go for those physical attributes and more or less your smile would catch him before your tatas.

I think if he gets to a point where his crush is so bad then he will probably fantasize you with your boobies. Like full on dreaming about holding you as he used your built in pillows while you cuddle watching his favorite action show.

When you two stated dating it's a bit more..noticed. Especially since you often jump around whenever you see him because your excited to see your boyfriend. And since you've grown to ignore your jugs bouncing you barely take note... Leo however prays for forgiveness at even the slightest peak that happens to last longer than 10 minutes.

"Leo my eyes are up here."

Leo calmly looks up at you as if he hadn't felt like he was sinning hard as hell right now

"That is exactly what I'm looking at starlight.."

Whenever you wear boob windowed tops of revealing cleavage outfits it doesn't go unnoticed. He tends to be more clingy with you without trying to. It's just a natural response for him!

However, as much as you were blessed- it also had its flaws. Like the endless amount of back pain, you felt like you were a camel in the dessert carrying a heavy ass man. You tend to complain about it alot and Leo does small things like leaving extra pillows on the couch before you arrive and asking you to lie on your back alot when cuddling him. He makes sure there's heating pads at your disposal and little things like that.

"We all set for movie night?"

"...can I have another pillow-"

Not even waiting for the words to finish falling from your mouth. Leo tucks a fluffy pillow under you.

"Better?"

"Much."

He avoids touching them out of showing respect for you. Even if you say it's fine- this baby boy is NOT doing that. His papa raised a gentleman.

DONNIE

When Donnie first had his eye on you ofcourse he took in everything about you. That includes your girls. I feel like he would be the type to draw overly dramatic anime styled sketches of him saving you with you tatas doubled. When you jump? Honey listen to me.. when you feet touches the ground so does the back of his head...

They jumpscare him. Like he could be not paying attention and you appear out of nowhere and he visibly jumps at the sight of them suddenly entering his peripheral vision.

When you two start dating he is still the way he is. Just toned down. Like he is still overly flustered when they jiggle alot and he is still blushes madly at the mere MENTION of them. But he is controlled a little to a different degree.

If you wear cleavage revealing outfits then you best believe his nose be bleeding every single time. Even if it's the same outfit you wore 3 times in a row. He is GONE. If he ever gets the chance he will sit down and praise then for an hour and a half- summarized.

If you complain about your pain of having constant melons to carry around like a pregnant lady but longer than 9 months. Then our little genius will get to work. He will create gadget and gizmos. He will also leave around body pain medication and heating pads for you. He will also give you snacks thinking that sometimes it might be your menstrual cycle.

"Vuala! I present to you this magnetic gift for you darling!"

"Donnie this is a corset?"

"Not just any corset but the world's first ever comfortable corset. It is embroidered with built in cushioning along with a flat like table to rest your....assests on to. Gently gving you stylish fashion AND giving you comfort that a bra could do but better!"

".... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU IN THE VICTORIAN ERA-"

Please let him sleep on them... he litrally is on cloud 9- like it's marshmallows but better. He would 100% Hint at it because he's too shy to ask upfront ot he will go full on 2018 Y/N on you.

"C-c-c-c-a-a-"

"Just lie down Donnie.. "

RAPH

We all know where this is going right? It's bright as day. The first that caught him about you were your little friends, thing 1 and thing 2, and he is SHAMELESS. You guys aren't even dating and he is relentless with it.

"I have a secret talent."

"Oh yeah what's that?"

"I can guess any girls bra size all you have to do is just jump"

"I'd rather jump off a bridge."

"Can I record it atleast? We can do it like a topless-"

"RAPH SHUT UP!"

Your taste is questionable. And you two end up dating. Now it gets worse because before it was sorta empty promises. Now there's nothing TO promise cause he knows he can anyway.

He will wrap his arm around you wast and just grab them like stress balls. He will put his face in it after a long day of being a ninja. He will just grab one to feel the warmth of it.

He cat calls you whenever you wear revealing clothing that show of the powerpuffgirls. Like full on construction worker type cat calling. He will get you attention and just stare. Your eyes are up where? No silly they are down here.

Whenever you have pain her doesn't know what to do cause he normally isn't good with being sympathetic. So he asks april bluntly which leaves him with a slap to the face and a scolding on manners. He will get you heating pads and pain meds but that's all. Other than ofcourse-

"Ugh my back is sore.."

"You want me to hold them for you?"

I don't feel comfortable doing Mikey sorry...

Hope you guys enjoyed that I'm going to try post 2 more but here is some food for yall. Once I finish Monkie Kid I will add that onto my masterlist and you guys will now have the option of request cookierun kingdom!

Okay baiiiii

~Tammy<3

Not proofread

[nohoney]

dabi’s pretty baby that accompanies him to get a tattoo. he’s getting a dark cybersigil piece that starts at his right forearm and goes partly onto his hand, a sketch that he had drawn the rough draft for and then let the tattoo artist finalize the design when he was satisfied with the final result.

you sit with dabi in the waiting room after he’s checked in for his appointment, filling out all the paperwork and then waiting for the artist to prep their station as well as the stencil. he’s pulled your legs over his lap, his hands idly tapping some random beat on your knees and you’re staring at the empty space of his forearm, thinking that it’s going to forever be decorated in black ink and it will be the last time you see it naked.

“alright man, let’s put the stencil on now.”

the thin paper is laid out on pale skin after sanitizing the area, carefully peeled back with light purple ink left behind in its wake. dabi rotates his arm left and right, observing how his skin moves with the tattoo. “what do you think, doll? does it look straight to you too?” he asks as he goes to where you sit and holds out his arm to you.

you look a little carefully, placing your hands on his forearm and also carefully rotating so that you can assess the placement. “maybe a little more to the right? so that the spikes line up more towards your nail beds?”

the stencil is readjusted and dabi gives the good to go, getting posted up at the station as he leans back against the seat and is able to rest his arm comfortably on the cushion. and you get to sit beside him, given a chair that you scoot as close as possible to his opposite arm.

the loud buzzing of the tattoo machine initiates the start of the appointment now.

you watch at first with fascination how the artist applies the tool to dabi’s skin, dabbing it in a little container of black ink and starts to follow the lines of a stencil. a funny thought comes to your head that you voice out loud to him, “it’s like you’re a coloring book.”

both the artist and dabi laugh a little at the observation, not necessarily wrong.

outlining the stencil is a much longer process than you thought. there’s a lot of wiping down in between as well before even getting to fill in the spaces with more black ink. dabi has to take two breaks, one for the bathroom and the other for food that you volunteered to walk over to the little burger place that was just a five minute walk away. there’s so much relief from him as he eats two whole burgers and fries with his left hand, commenting that he hadn’t realized how hungry he was now that he’s out the chair. but he checks in on you, eating away at ten piece nuggets with your favorite sauce and drinking a milkshake.

“i’m okay, i like watching. i think it’s kinda fun.”

back in the chair dabi goes in and you also resume your spot next to him. the artist had already switched to the other needle needed for filling out the rest of the tattoo. the last part of the stencil is dabi’s hand, which is one of the more painful areas to get tattooed.

dabi’s face twitches here and there, taking in a deep breath and assuring that he’s fine when the artist asks if he’s okay. you’re holding his left hand for support, also noting how he squeezes a little hard and you squeeze back in silent comfort.

but the design is finally completed, dabi sighing in relief and scooting out the chair when he’s offered to look at it in the mirror. he nods his head in approval at the fresh ink, even letting the artist take a photo to post on his instagram before laying through saniderm over the new tattoo. already knowing tattoo aftercare, dabi gives his thanks and a hearty tip before walking out with you.

the wrap for dabi’s tattoo gets peeled off after a few days and you help in applying moisturizer to his skin until he no longer needs to do the aftercare.

“baby, come here. i need you to check something.” he calls for you, waiting a few seconds as you arrive to the doorway of the bedroom. you’re waved over and you stand in front of him, asking what he needs to check. “just need to make sure the tattoo looks good, that’s all.”

his right hand goes to your neck and you gasp, your heart racing as dabi applies some light pressure to the sides of your neck. you moan softly as dabi genuinely inspects how the new ink looks, admiring the design before he lets go and kisses your forehead.

“yup, looks good.”

[ganondoodle]

Kinda in regards to the Empress & BodyGuard 2-

Is Zaphira (sorry if I spelled her name wrong) an elf or do humans have pointed ears in your universe? If no elves, how do the pointed ears happen? Are there different length of ears and if so do they mean somethin?

Love your art & use of colours!

Thank you! and thank you for asking! (this sketch took me way too long .. and the colors still look washed out on my desktop screen but im not editing a third time ..)

Zaphira is human, there are no elves, as such, in this world, though humans tend to live longer than IRL and have differently shaped ears-

the shapes are rather diverse (example above) and culturally (so far) they have no significance, they are merely a trait just like different nose shapes or fantasy hair colors

the worldbuilding reason is that these are extremely diluted demonic influences- in the past demons were frequently in the human world, though largely in secret/disguised, and long time exposure to demonic presences can have varying effects, the most immediate and common being a longer life or wounds healing faster than normal; there might have been other long time effects but the only trait that stayed even after their disappearance is the ear shapes

(there was a mass extinction event of demons that wiped out all above a certain age, since demons generally dont die of natural causes their life neither depends nor revolves around reproduction so there were extremely few left and those were too young to keep most of their knowledge and culture alive, as they rarely wrote anything down; Shargon is of the current oldest generation and witnessed it happen, just like most now adult demons, Thor and Eadrya are both a bit older than him and thus the oldest living demons, which doesnt mean much considering the technically endless lifespans of them)

and to explain me including Shargon in a human appearance- hes the only demon that spends as much time in the human world as at home, largely to escape the others since they are not interested in going there and would otherwise attack him any chance they get (the human world is rather uncomfortable for demons to be in and they have better things to do than to chase him that far), while hes generally very weak compared to them, something he is very good at is shape shifting, mainly the speed of which, being able to shift between full demon and the smaller more humanoid form extremely quickly, or even mid forms that are a mix of both - even in motion! while for the others it takes them quite a bit and forces them to stop which is the main reason he keeps escaping them not able to keep up with his rapid shape shifting (though it does take its toll .. also a reason hes so skinny)

he is the first (only?) one that at some point will learn how to shift into a much more human looking one (depicted in the sketch) too, but its rather dangerous since it involves supressing and compressing his demon heart and system... which is what keeps demons alive (its somewhat like holding your breath for way too long) so the only time he would make use of it is in extreme situations, like avoiding detection by maschines that can pick up demonic energy or escaping shackles made of celestial silver (which drains their energy and can scar/hurt them permanently, like silver to vampires(?werewolfs?) in a way)

....the point is that if he shifts into a human form he has very long ears, meaning that is basically the extreme form that doesnt occur in humans and hints at the origins for those ear shapes being demonic exposure in the past

[rarepairdumpster]

Tattoo Artist AU Part 1

Based on this tweet

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Tattoo Artist Silco, Modern AU, Everyone is Tatted, little bit of tattoo fetish

Viktor getting a tattoo from artist Silco but Silco slips out a "good boy" when Viktor handles a section particularly well.

Silco having to pause for a moment because oh, he didn't intend to say that out loud.

"Breathe," Silco says when he continues, seeing that Viktor needs the reminder.

Viktor stuttering out a little accented heheh and muttering a strained "right" before sucking in a breath.

(It's a stylized version of his Axolotl, Rio)

People have come in with weirder requests, but most people tend to get like cat or dog paws, so this is actually a nice change for Silco. Gave him a chance to experiment with different styles for Viktor to choose from.

It's Viktor's first tattoo and even though he has done the research and knows it's a sensitive location, he doesn't want it to interfere with work.

Absolutely, and he works with people that complained about his hair being longer than a "typical cut for a man", so he figures getting an unseen tattoo would be the best option

Silco having a tattoo on his face, concealing the bulk of his scarring, so the milky white eye stands out even more

It's comprised of thorned vines and dark red and black roses that goes down his neck a little.

It looks intimidating, but also...alluring, and Viktor finds himself staring at Silco the entire time he's leaning over his ribs

Silco still having his long hair, despite being about 50 and starting to grey.

Silco keeps it shorter on the sides though, where most of his grey is besides the streak in the front of his hairline. 

"You're doing well," Silco smiles a little, trying to clear the air, then goes back to inking. "I would have never suspected this was your first"

"I doubt that," Viktor muses, but he does smile back. And he tries not to stare at the way long fingers splay across his ribs to keep him still.

Silco also tries not to think about how soft Viktor's skin feels beneath his fingertips and the way his eyes looked when Silco had praised him.

Or the fact that Viktor's skin is taking his ink so fucking well

And God, Viktor's body is like a living canvas and Silco can feel his inspiration starting to stir as he thinks about the art he would love to put all over this beautiful boy

(He spends chunks of the next week bent over his art tablet. Just sketching, sketching, all the things he wants to decorate Viktor's body with, if he had the chance)

Before Viktor goes, Silco is sure to give him his card. 

With his personal number scribbled on the back.

If he ever wants to talk more tattoos of course

Silco doesn't miss the faint blush as Viktor glances down at the number

Even with the dull pain and subsequent itchiness the tattoo brings, Viktor can't help but feel Silco's rough hand on his waist and hear his gravelly voice every time he looks at it

The "Good boy" repeats in his head

It takes a few months for the tattoo to heal, but Viktor can't help thinking about going back to the shop. He's not even sure if it's just to get a new tattoo or if he's just wanting Silco to touch him again and mark him

Its definitely that he wants Silco to touch him again. With those cool, strong, graceful hands

Viktor finally gets the courage to text Silco asking if he has any openings that week. Maybe for something on his thigh.

He definitely isn't thinking about where Silco's hands are going to be during the tattoo

Silco absolutely does not scramble to look at his slew of new designs he'd done with Viktor's gorgeous body in mind. He looks through them at a calm, sedate pace (he tells himself)

Silco also absolutely moves a few appointments in his schedule to make sure he has all day for Viktor

When Viktor arrives, Silco has like 15 different beautiful tattoo designs printed and ready to choose from.

Some are smaller, but others are large and intricate. 

Viktor might be a little overwhelmed with choice paralysis, and he clears his throat and glances at Silco, asking "Do you have any preferences? You're the expert." 

Silco blinks, startled, but then smiles and steps closer.

He selects three and then explains why he chose them. 

And Viktor listens and studies the 3 Silco picked out from among the rest.

And then he's able to make a choice.

A large tattoo, for his inner thigh, one that would extend down to his knee and up to his groin. 

There's a moment where Viktor and Silco share a glance and oh it's electric

"Are you sure you're comfortable with me tattooing you there?" Silco asks. "Sometimes there are some ah, unexpected physical reactions in that location."

Viktor flushes a little. Moistens his lips. Swallows. Clears his throat and says, "Yes, I'm comfortable." And then Viktor let's out one of his accented hehehs. "Nothing you haven't seen before, I imagine."

Silco smirks. "You're not incorrect." 

He pulls a folded sheet from one of his lower cabinets. "Here. You can use this to cover up when you remove your pants."

Part 2

Arch + Woods

[comicsandconstellations]

Have really been in the mood to keep drawing my designs for the “they survived” Domino Squad AU (designs here )

So have my full armour breakdowns for them. I thought I should properly sit down and get those sorted. I think it’s phase two armour? But I’m not great with those differences. Also, first sketches of the squad in colour.

Also, thought I’d give Cutup a hint of a beard since his cannon design had one. I haven’t really been drawing him with one because in my version he’s chilled out a lot in recovery from almost being eaten alive, and he’s grown his hair out. And, clones with long hair and beards are just arguably the hottest clones and I don’t think Fives would ever let him be the hot one of the group. (Edit: oh, i completely ignored this and he fully has a beard in all my other designs now.)

A few notes on armour designs I didn’t elaborate much on in the notes (and some character traits linked to it) :

Hevy’s armour is pretty basic for an ARC, but he definitely responds to anyone asking why with something about not needing elaborate armour to beat a lot of droids. He has taken on a lot of leadership roles in the company, and Rex has even made several comments about him taking over as Captain if anything was to happen to him.

Fives on the other hand got ARC armour and decided he was going to tick every single design detail he could (including the Eel helmet which probably should have been Cut’s, but he wanted his scar on his so Fives was allowed it.) Unlike the other two ARC’s, he doesn’t get an official role, but he doesn’t mind, it leaves him open to get into more trouble and not be responsible for anyone else.

Echo is still very regulation oriented, but the only known regulation he has publicly broken is modifying his armour to be mirrored so he could keep Rex’s hand print in its original position. The others tease him about this constantly. He is an exceptional strategist and is Rex’s right hand man when it comes to any sort of planning or attack strategy. He’s the most modest of the squad, and constantly talks down his abilities whenever others hype him up about his skills. He’s one of the top strategists in the GAR, but it would be a miracle if you could get him to admit that.

Cutup is ecstatic about the fact he is now covered in scars (although much bigger and less idealised than the designs on his armour) because it matches his name. He has no intention of becoming an ARC. The Rishi outpost and his long recovery changed him a lot, and left more than just physical scars, he prefers to step back from the intensity of what his brothers do, even if he was offered the promotion. The damage to one of his legs is so extensive he has very little mobility out of armour, but he and his brothers have modified his armour to have an inbuilt brace to support his injury and give him back some movement to avoid him being decommissioned. He and Kix are very close, and he sometimes works as a support person in the med tent if he needs an extra set of hands.

Droidbait is the opposite. He desperately wants to be an ARC like the other three, but has never been very fit for the position. He is the least confident of the squad, and his time separated from them on Rishi didn’t help. The commemoration bands on his leg are for those who they lost on the Rishi moon, and he won’t tell anyone the significance of there being two. He was the only person who survived the droid attack (after the other four escaped) and refuses to say how he managed to, but whatever happened made him much more anxious. The others don’t pressure him into saying anything. His opinion on the Republic has changed and he worries his brothers no longer understand.

[tw1l1te]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼- 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

Part 2!! This will include Hyrule, Four, and Legend ₍ᐢᐢ₎

Warnings: mention of scars and negative mental health

Please read with the warnings in mind, this one is heavier in terms of mental health topics.

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𝕳𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊

About 18/19, a couple years after his journey is done

Average height, his build is still toned but more on the leaner side because of height and anatomy

light freckles across his cheeks/nose and skin is tanner than the rest of the boys

Has 2 small cartilidge piercings, small silver hoops

Part fae, I know a few others headcanon him as fae too I just think it suits his character

Speaks and writes Hylian well, takes a bit longer to read though (he's trying his best)

Closer to Legend, they're the downfall duo :3, but also close to Sky

I wanna say he's like one of the last few boys to feel attraction towards Y/n. Fae bonding to humans is weird and Hyrule doesn't wanna freak you out and needs to really process it.

When he realizes he fell for you? Oh boy. Definitely more clingy and obsessive and frets over your safety, more than Sky even.

Major sweet tooth, favorite food has go to be spoonfuls of honey

Keeps a journal, lots of sketches and notes on herbs and flora and some thoughts on Y/n

Has a.... difficult relationship with Hylia/Zelda/the Goddess

Knows about some of Legend's past, not as much as Y/n though

Has a large scar on his lower stomach from Dark Link, and faded white scratches on his back from a past incident that I may or may not bring up later down the line

Do not let him near a cooking pot. Don't do it.

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

Our favorite smithy is about 18-19

He may be short, but don't let his height fool you. Mr. swordmaker here is built. You think all the hours hammering away at metal don't build muscle? You'd be wrong

Anywayss, I headcanon Four as having heterochromia, one eye green and the other a dark blue.

Has the lightest stubble, hardly noticeable because he shaves it everyday

Recently has also started tying up his hair in a pony tail, so he honestly looks like a younger Time from far away

Has lots of ear piercings and stacks rings on his fingers, most of which he made himself from spare parts. He made a few rings for Legend and Y/n

Develops feelings for Y/n slowly, though it hits him like a brick after the Yiga clan incident after realizing how close he was to losing you

Has a few scars on his hands and arms, a few burn marks from reckless accdients both in and out of the blacksmith shop

Has a tattoo of the Four Sword on his forearm

Ironically enough, close to Wild and Wind. He's keeping a tally of how many swords Wild has broken So far it's 46

Similar to Wild, he kinda has shaggier hair, though its only really visible when his hair is fully down without the headband

REALLY GOOD AT SHIELD SURFING FOR SOME REASON-

𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉

19, slightly older than Four and Hyrule

Average height, leaner build, and I wanna say he's on the paler side. He gets sunburned crazy fast like no amount of suscreen can save him

Pink hair, duh, but its more faded than it was when he first shifted into his rabbit form. It's more like leftover on his bangs and on part of his head.

Pinky is decked out in rings, every single finger is stacked with rings for functionality, protection, etc., but some he just thinks are neat.

Double pierced lobes, a few cartilidge piercings, maybe even a Hylian-equivalent of an industrial and has a dick piercing shh

Does not like wearing pants. no sir. Only if absolutely necessary.

Can speak/write Hylian and Lorulean pretty well, though pretty rusty on the latter because he hasn't used or read it much since his adventures

Like the 4th person to develop feelings for our protagonist, he's a little lost to be completely honest. Part of him wants to succumb to his feelings, the other is terrified of losing someone again

Close to Hyrule, Wild, and Wars ironically enough (mostly because of the bickering :D)

Keeps a scrap of Ravio's scarf in his bag, holds it sometimes.

Has a deep long scar along his forearm from a fight, some burn marks from the fire rod. He also has other scars that he doesn't show or discuss, those are difficult to talk about. He wasn't in a good place after.... everything.

Snarky and grumpy, but he softens up around people he trusts. He just needs time and love ₍ᐢᐢ₎

[bunnydracula]

your portraits are really amazing and i find your ability to capture likeness + control of value super inspiring…do you think you can talk about your thought process and beginning stages behind your drawings?

yes yippee!!!!!!! these asks helped me remember to actually photograph some process steps which i usually.... Dont do bc im using my phone for reference images lol (my work setup is in a "transitional phase" rn....... im working in the kitchen. its fine) i downloaded one of these lestat gifs made by @fearwakes ! then first thing i've been doing recently with portraits is lifting something that works from my comics process and applying it to these pencil drawings. i love having borders. i almost invariably will draw outside them but it gives me something to build on top of/inside/around rather than floating to the edges of the page. i used to be really envious of people who could spontaneously produce "sketch pages" from blank sheets but my spatial eye just does not generate those pleasing distances automatically. i need boxes lol GOOD THING I DO COMICS!!!!!

i did not actually measure this box or even make sure it's straight bc i'm just turning my brain off and doing a portrait. ok step one of capturing a likeness is just eyeballing distances for facial features. like i mentioned before with spatial reasoning it's a weak point for me as an artist so i do not give myself a hard time if i cannot immediately correctly guess the distance between a subject's chin and hairline. i start with shorter distances -- chin to mouth, mouth to under-nose-shadow, then often fill in either cheek before i take a shot at laying the eyes in relation to the nose. i'm always thinking of my pencil portraits as a kind of heatmap for dark/light values, so i'm laying down the scaffolding that's going to allow me to emphasize where all those shapes ultimately bleed together as a 3D object.

there is always a stage (left drawing) where i'm kind of peripherally going oh my god. oh my god i lost it. i can't draw faces anymore. this looks like fucking garbage. oh my god. i need to kill myself. and i think it's partly just being a human person like the demons never completely shut up for anyone as far as i know LOL. but it's also sometimes coming from thinking i'm supposed to be simplifying the shapes. like if i took those guesstimates on lestat's proportions on the left and just went right to representing his features with solid black ink on top of these guidelines, it's true, he wouldn't really look like lestat even if the proportions are alright. it's important for me to remember that my sketches look very different depending on my medium and priority; if i was ONLY representing lestat in exaggerated shapes, lol, i might actually..... exaggerate those shapes. this is a sketch that is gonna work best as the preliminary stage for a fully rendered pencil drawing, not a line drawing. i just don't think drawing a subject precisely how he actually looks is gonna get you the best results for cartooning and striking that balance is a whole other thought. but for straight portraiture with an eye for value like this, it's perfectly fucking fine, cuz the thing that's gonna make him Look Like Lestat is actually how light connects over this 3D object.

like ok i no longer want to kill myself. i have successfully guessed the distances between his features "well enough" and tricked the eye into seeing something Lestat Shaped because enough of those shadows connect in ways they 1) do in this particular reference image and 2) just Do on his face in general from my broader observations of this face. this particular portrait is building on all my previous understandings of how sam reid's face is put together. so i'm able to correct a lot of the assumptions i made before i drew him enough times to start figuring him out. like Ok, his forehead is always taller than i think it is and his nose is broader (esp his nostrils). the lack of buccal fat is essential but he can also start looking too gaunt if his jaw is not wide enough. his mouth is made up of so many complex and delicate shapes and is imo his most prominent feature lol i never quite feel like i've fully captured it and idk if i ever will bc the thing that makes it so lestat is the way it actually moves. and just from Character Knowledge i'm always inclined to emphasize how heavy lestat's under-eyes are, i feel like that's an essential emotional component of his expression. sooooo i am satisfied enough with this sketch lol. this took around 45 minutes which is longer than some of my portraits of similar detail-level bc i was distracted by on-and-off sexting. many such cases. more thoughts re: pencil on paper. the next bump up from this has gotta be going BACK IN with white oil paints which i just do not care enough about this drawing to do. but when i'm working with pencil i really know the only highlights im gonna be able to bring out are the ones with much darker areas surrounding them, and the bits i miraculously do not smudge by total accident (i'm a serial smudger. fat hand. someone's gotta be endeared to this). anyway i fucking love white oils. they are everything i previously wanted out of, like, white-out and white jelly roll pens lol. it can do so much and when you're working with paint you simply have so much of it. paint rocks. like in this portrait there are a bunch of blond flyaway hairs that i simply cannot capture at this distance by carving out "blank space" either bc i do not have the skill or space to make the strands not look wildly overblown. but if i wanted to go in with paint, i'd darken up the background and just delicately go over strands until they glowed. portraiture like this is a very meditative process to me lol. i'm just falling into an image i feel is representative of something abt a face i like looking at. simple as. i do not have a concrete strategy for where my pencil goes next most of the time when i'm just feeling out shadows and translating them into pencil pressure. i know i don't wanna do the VERY darkest areas first just bc that makes the portrait pretty inflexible if i lay something down wrong (happens often) or the aforementioned smudging problem.

anyway i should probably scan this lestat but like i said i'm working in my kitchen and im disabled and do not want to walk upstairs LOL. imagine this example portrait looks good and not bad. very good

[snek-panini]

Today I've got binderary book #3 to share! It's a lighthouse (burning) by books-and-omens. This is a really excellent canonverse (sort of) historical setting liminal ghost story-esque fic that I read practically in one sitting sometime last summer. It's fantastic, well-characterized, angsty and fluffy and fairly plotty and with some really unique worldbuilding. I honestly can't sing its praises enough; it's one of the only times since taking up this hobby that I've known I wanted to bind something before I actually finished reading it.

Have a look at the rest of the photos under the cut; this one came out really well and I'm in love with it.

For this cover we have lineco book cloth on the spine, a strip of chiyogami paper that I got in one one ChibiJay's random paper packs, and blue-gray sketch paper for the primary gray space. It's a little hard to tell in the photos but the HTV for the titles is in two different colors, silver for "a lighthouse" and pewter for "(burning)". The effect is more pronounced in person and I love it. The pewter came in a multi-pack of cricut foil HTV and I can't seem to find it on its own anywhere, which is a shame because it's beautiful. The sort of streaky effect on the cover was unintentional but I'm kinda liking it? It's a more porous paper for drawing or painting or something, and I tried to wax it for waterproofing, but when I used the heat press to get the title on the wax darkened in the spots where the glue was applied to the cover board. At first I was disappointed, but the fic features a really massive unnatural storm, and it sort of looks like water running down a windowpane, so I'm leaning into that and calling it an aesthetic. The back didn't get this heat treatment, so it doesn't have the pattern.

Top view, showing the bookmark and handmade end bands. The bookmark is a navy blue ribbon cut from the inside of a shirt, and I chose red and white because there are so many picturesque lighthouses that have red and white stripes. It's the only color in the book that's not blue or gray. The endpapers are a navy blue silk moire, and I had better luck with them than I did with the platinum ones on my Persuasion bind even though they are the same brand. Maybe it's practice or maybe navy just hides more sins than platinum.

For the title page I went fairly simple (for me anyway) with just a frame I pulled from rawpixel. It suits the story, though, being set sometime around or before the early 20th century. I also played with text colors on the title page, with some words being grayed out to mimic the effect on the cover. The section break is me getting clever with a feature of my printer. I often use a gray line to denote section breaks, but for whatever reason my printer doesn't like them and often makes them blurry. It is only these lines that come out blurry; larger images don't do this even if they are complex. So for this one, where a major feature of the story is trying to figure out what's real and what's a supernatural occurrence, I made one that was deliberately heavier in the center so it would come out sort of smoky or fuzzy, like it wasn't quite real and couldn't be clearly seen. It doesn't look this fuzzy in the unprinted file but I love the effect and I feel very clever for manipulating the printer like this.

I'm going to show off some interior shots but this bit contains spoilers for the story, so if you don't want to see that then maybe skip the rest of the post.

I wanted to get creative with my title placement since a lot of my binds look very similar inside, and this concept really let me try that out. The plot of the story is that the reason there are so many supernatural phenomena at this lighthouse is that someone in the future ran an experiment to harvest energy and accidentally cracked spacetime with it, and bits of the future and the past and the might-have-been are seeping through the cracks, and the longer the cracks exist the more seeps through them and the worse the ghostly stuff gets. At first it's not clear whether there's anything weird happening at all, and it becomes clearer that something is wrong the further in you get because the cracks are worse. So I had this idea for a vintage lighthouse illustration with an overlay of cracks in glass, that become more defined as the story progresses until something is done and they're sealed up in the end. I am not a visual artist and even this straightforward concept was too much for my skills, so I chose the lighthouse and the crack overlay and my amazing husband did the actual image manipulation. There are five different images, with the cracks invisible in the first and final chapter and most visible in chapter 10 and 11, when the characters are trying hardest to fix the problem. I'm really really proud of how well this turned out.

And that's it! I have several more binderary books to post but they are all still waiting for titles before I do the photos, so I don't know when I'll have them up.

[littlemissgeek8]

WIP Word Game

Hoo boy, I've been pretty distant all week because I've been fighting a cold (thankfully it's pretty much just congestion at this point) so I've got a bunch of things to catch up on! First of all, thanks to all the people who tagged me (or like, sent out a "soft" tag for people who see their posts) in this fun little game! I tried to keep my choices from just the unpublished parts of The Viscount's Bride, but I think one or two sentences from the first two chapters snuck in.

The basic idea is to take a word and spell it out with sentences (or excerpts I guess) that starts with that letter. It was a lot of work going through almost 7k words looking for unique sentences, but I think I only wasn't able to answer one or two! So, here we go! Words (and who issued them) are at the start of each section!

"Grasp" @biowaredisasterbisexual

"Guard-Captain!" Bran said, standing at her entrance and leaving the support of the Viscount to Darvia.

Reading, maybe... did noblewomen read for fun?

"And rest assured, His Excellency will hear about this," Bran said, holding the knife in his free hand as if it were a dead rodent.

She'd been thinking about him, but she didn't really know him yet, and the more she stared at the page, the more inaccurate the sketch looked.

"Please, just give me something to do, or I'll go mad."

"Dreamer" @sandcastlekings

Darvia eagerly took the knife back and pushed down a triumphant smile.

Reluctantly she rolled off the bed and walked over to the wardrobe with her belongings.

Exploring the keep was off the table, obviously, but what else was there to do anyway?

After another several minutes of walking and another crossroads, she began to wonder if she was going in circles.

Most of the hallways were interior, too.

Each was slightly different, for darker or lighter lines respectively, and she knew them like they were her children.

"Rubbed all of us the wrong way."

"Poison" @thedissonantverses

Possible, but any stone sense was long gone from her lineage, and all she felt was trapped inside these stone walls.

"Or are all guests required to relinquish their belongings here?"

It felt like she was going insane, or the Keep was growing new hallways as she walked.

Somewhere, somewhere, in this building was her room.

On the fifth day since she'd arrived in Kirkwall, the intense boredom finally took its toll.

"Now, I don't recommend twine in the Keep--someone could get hurt--but as Viscount, I give you full permission to write on the walls so you can find your way around."

"Lethargy" @hyperions-light

Lunch was spent in her room, with a tray brought up from the kitchens.

"Excuse me?" she managed to gasp, too stunned for a longer statement.

The head on the page had started to form as she drew, gaining a heavy brow and broad jaw, shrewd eyes and an aquiline nose.

"How did I find out?" He grinned.

Another chuckle told her she'd fully incriminated herself.

(I am out of sentences that begin with R at this point XD)

“Good to know, I might have thought this was the Viscount of Kirkwall’s idea of a good time,” she teased, but the humor felt forced as it left her lips.

Yet every fiber of her training, brought on by years of practice, said he couldn't be trusted.

"Biscuit" @becausedragonage

But, he was also a grown man with his own money, and far more powerful than she.

"I'm telling you, she's the new girl!" the elf said, indignantly.

Something was pressing down on him, and Varric yanked himself to the side, trying to escape.

"Can't be, she's not his type," a human woman across the room spoke up, her dark eyes peering out from under her shaggy black bangs.

(And U is a letter I don't have at the start of a sentence at all! Points to you!)

It didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what kind of establishment this "Rose" was, and Darvia wasn't sure she liked the implications.

"To tell you the truth, I think his Excellency would probably have approved, he made such faces when she couldn't see. "

"Moonlight" @nyx-de-riva

Mending and darning she could handle, but her few attempts at needlepoint had been slow and left her with fingers that bled, and ached for ages after.

One young woman, an elf with ochre-colored skin and frizzy hair just a shade or two darker, beckoned Darvia over to sit beside her.

"Oh, and I'm Liris, by the way!"

No chance of his clothes strangling him with that wide neckline.

Liris chirped up from beside Darvia.

"I was ready to put a frog in the blonde-haired girl's sheets, she was just awful!"

Gently she took the hardest pencil, which made the lightest lines, and flipped to a blank page in her book.

"He's still unmarried at his age. He's visited the Rose."

The Viscount was her host, and it might not be expected for her to ask about his health, but at the same time she was also allegedly intended to marry him.

Phew! That was a lot of sentences, and I'm not sure who else I should tag! Maybe @mageofquandrix or anyone else who's been tagged in the rest of the page and wants another go? And of course, anyone reading this is welcome to join in too!

As for a new word, let's go with "Gossip!"

[foodsies4me]

Hyperpigmentation meme but it’s malec.

I had to look up what that meme was for this and I'm not sure if I really hit it, but it was a lot of fun to write!

Hyperpigmentation

Unlike Clara and the fearsome four, who took to him like a duck to water, or the other trainees who were all gradually warming up to him, both kids still shied away. They would duck behind their friends and Alexander, hide behind their coloring books, or shuffle out of the room when they were alone with him.

They would refuse to speak or fall quiet the few times they did speak.

Magnus knew better than to take their discomfort personally. It took Jace half a year to earn their trust. Longer even for Isabelle.

It didn't stop Magnus from sulking each time they ducked, hid, or fled.

The drawing lessons seemed like a good idea. A way for him to bond with the two artists-in-training. Hideaki and Ariadne had looked excited at the thought of teaching him how to draw when he asked. They still barely spoke, they mainly showed him how to draw something, making him watch as they drew circles and rectangles, but it was progress. A step forward.

And then Ariadne had the good idea to make Alexander sit for a portrait.

"Magnus?"

Magnus looks up to see bright brown eyes peering at him curiously.

"Yes, my little sun sprout?"

"Are you done?" Ariadne asks. Repeats. Her eyes unconsciously dart to her left, looking at Hideaki, who's also staring and watching, and Alexander who is keeping still as ordered.

Her eyes then dart over to his sketchbook, curious anticipation clear. She doesn't take a peek without his okay, though, waiting patiently for his answer.

"Just a few more minutes," Magnus smiles, hoping his growing panic isn't visible in his eyes. Ariadne and Hideaki give him a nod, both getting back to their drawings to add some more details to their drawings in the shapes of ducks (Ariadne) and flowers (Hideaki).

Magnus waits until their focus is fully trained on their drawings before he dares to look at his own monstrosity again.

It barely looks like a human.

Let alone like Alexander.

Magnus hides a nervous swallow behind a blinding smile, avoiding Alexander's curious eyes by ducking behind his sketchbook and his biggest artistic failure in recent memory.

The drawing is almost laughably bad.

Something one would expect from a three-year-old toddler rather than a warlock who's more than halfway to his first millenium.

Alexander's hair has been replaced by a flattened hedgehog, his lips by twin caterpillars. His nose bends into four different directions and his neck is at least three inches too long.

Magnus can't show him this.

He's been working on this drawing for the past half hour, making it worse with every pencil stroke while Alexander, Ariadne, and Hideaki waited patiently.

He can't show them this.

His magic could fix it.

Magnus could use his magic, brush it over the canvas without anyone being none the wiser. He could turn his failure into a perfectly adequate portrait sketch. He could make it as realistic or as abstract as he wants, make a perfect replica of Alexander, or create something closer to Ariadne and Hideaki's art styles.

He would be lying, though.

"Magnus?"

Magnus looks up to meet Alexander's gaze, curious and slightly worried. He catches Hideaki and Ariadne staring at him, that same worry also visible in their eyes. His eyes dart back to his drawing, weighing his different options before he gives in with a defeated sigh.

"Portraits aren't my forte so it seems," he admits with a forced grin. He turns his sketchbook around to reveal his failed attempt, waiting for the reactions he knows are going to come.

Alexander presses his lips together, swallowing down an amused laugh that has Magnus breathing out another sigh. "You're allowed to laugh," he says an amused smile making its way onto his face as well. "I know it looks terrible."

"No," Hideaki bursts out, looking upset on Magnus' behalf. He turns around to glare at Alec, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. Ariadne is quick to back him up, taking a step forward to stand closer to Magnus.

"Drawing is for fun," she says, her arms wavering before she visibly steels herself and softly pats his arm to comfort him. "Did you have fun?" she asks, her voice soft as a whisper.

Surprisingly enough, he did.

"Then you didn't make a bad drawing."

Maybe the drawing lessons weren't that bad of an idea after all.

"I'm sorry if I upset you earlier," Alexander apologizes when they're back in his office. They're cuddling on the large couch Magnus summoned for him a couple of weeks back, Magnus' feet propped in Alexander's lap. "By laughing, I mean. I didn't mean to-"

Magnus waves him off. "I would have done worse, darling," he assures, seeing the humor in the situation himself now that he darts another look at his sketch.

It really is quite terrible.

"I like it."

Magnus gives him a side-eye. "While I appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart, you don't have to patronize me," he says, poking Alexander in the ribs just to watch him twist away from the touch.

Not ticklish his ass.

"I do," Alec stresses, grabbing Magnus' hand to stop him from poking him a second time. "And I wasn't laughing at your drawing. It's just- It's nice to know you're not perfect at everything," he finishes. He runs a lone finger over the broken nose and the blacked-out eyes, his expression surprisingly soft when he meets Magnus' gaze again, "Can I keep it? The drawing, I mean."

"Absolutely not," Magnus says, kissing the instant rebuttal from Alexander's lips. "And that's a surprising thing for you to say, darling,-" Magnus says, banishing his glass of wine to the coffee table to free his other hand and run it up Alexander's chest. "I at least had a couple of centuries to perfect my skills. You've barely had two decades."

Alexander snorts. "I'm not Jace. I'm bad at a lot of things."

Magnus doesn't miss the small note of strain in Alexander's otherwise laughing voice. The small insecurities that festered and built through the years and are still learning to heal.

"I don't know," Magnus says, lowering his voice in that particular way that never fails to make Alexander shudder. He moves around until he's nearly straddling Alexander's lap, twisting his head to whisper in Alexander's ear, "I can name quite a few things you mastered in record time."

His hand is dropping lower, teasing and testing.

Alexander's self-control snaps right as Magnus slams a silencing and locking charm on the door.

There's no talk about Jace, their inadequacies, or any failed portraits after that. There's no talk of any kind for quite some time after that.

Alexander still somehow manages to steal his drawing, though.

[ntls-24722]

Hey so... Have you thought much about how disability is treated in your various societies? Like with the Debus and stuff? I've been thinking about it for a little bit and got curious 👀

Yes actually!

For disabilities involving mobility, I had sketched out some really clunky ideas for a Debu crutch and some accessibility for their mountain cave-dwellings awhile ago, so I revamped them! The crutch was specifically made for the situation where, say you have an arm compromised, but it's an inconvenient arm like a back or front arm that's mostly tasked for stability, so your balance is off. So there would be a crutch/walker for that, where you could bring support to the back or front and balance yourself better. And for their cliff dwellings, there could be these adobe-rock torons to help climb up with your arms and your mouth. Ideally, a settlement would have terraces up to your residents, but that takes awhile, so torons and pulleys could be an option. (I got inspired by the Great Mosque of Djenne for the torons)

Then there's wheelchairs!

So, just a disclaimer, some of these wheelchair designs might not be around at the time that homo mousike is set in, homo mousike is set around when history just began and as you can imagine, technology isn't really that far yet (the first self-propelled wheelchair was invented 1655)

The bottom design was my first design before i realized, "hey, don't... dogs... have wheelchairs... why don't I just do it like that." The first/top design was my second try which eliminates most of the problems with the first, the main one being: Debu are really goddamn heavy. REALLY heavy. So heavy, in fact, that they can't actually lay down for long periods of time, because their own weight will cut off their blood circulation and get pressure wounds. It's why Debu caves are filled to the brim with bedding so they can lay down for longer - and why my first try at a debu wheelchair was less a wheelchair but a bed on wheels. I guess it's still viable and its design feels/looks more vintage to the point I think that this might become the OG Debu wheelchair that would've been present around now.

Then there's blindness and deafness. Blindness is actually much better to have in Debu society??? Debu are actually not that great at seeing in the first place - their eyes are uniquely sensitive to color, but not to sharpness. And besides, Debu dwellings are in complete darkness except for one room. And because of the fact they live in complete darkness, Debu are historically inclined towards tactile language rather than sign language, which is a mode that deaf and non-deaf individuals alike usually communicate through. Written language is actually equally tactile in some cultures, with valley debu writing stories with beads that can be read by being felt, or read "aloud" by dragging the hoof across the text.

I also find it cool that alphabet letters are physical objects so you can go and buy a bunch of A beads. Defeated teacher at the store, buying a lot of C's and D's after a spelling test

Now onto zebramen.

When it comes to mobile disabilities, interestingly... you'd have a lot less problems in zebraman society out of all of them, which is ironic considering they're constantly on the run.

Before I go into that, I have to describe zebraman society: Instead of civilization forming once populations began to settle down into one place permanently and grow their food, zebraman civilization began when they left sedentary settlements to herd animals, leaving behind the seeds of swaths of crops months in advance in order to harvest them during circular trips around their massive, plains territories. Zebramen are similar to humans where they're able to run for very long periods of time, and they use this less to be persistence hunters but to guide their massive herds along "crop stops" that both they and their herd gather and eat from. They do run along their herds on foot, but those are generally zebramen with the specific job for doing so.

When it comes to the rest of zebramen, they practically live in their carriages, drawn by cloe-mena. They're not particularly fast, but they're really damn strong. As a mountain cow, they were originally built for hoisting themselves up mountains and are perfect picks for drawing carriages for one or two zebramen - or a massive brigade carrying an entire community.

That is all to say that since zebramen spend most of their time riding in their carriages, not being able to walk isn't too much of a damper. Zebramen are, still currently in their ancient Sumer-adjacent technological era though, so they might instead have a wheelbarrow, or smaller wagon with a service animal that they ride instead of a wheelchair since those might still not be widely made/widely available. There may be a cultural result to this where people in wheelchairs are seen as wise and down to earth, the same way we see people with glasses as smart, since they'd have a closer relationship with animals, which is a big ideal in zebramen.

But in the future, Zebramen's wheelchairs would end up looking really similar to ours, except there's more footrests in the front to accommodate their frontmost and middle legs, a cutout in the back to rest the back legs, and the lack of an armrest. Zebrapeople naturally keep their arms in a mantis posture, so having an armrest would just get in the way of trying to propel themselves.

Zebrapeople have generally the same crutches as us, too.

Zebrapeople are inclined towards sign since they're more visually oriented than Debu, so that's another similarity between us, but also because their fingers are stupid flexible and weird freaky cool signs are able to be made. Zebrapeople have the benefit of their sign languages being less species-exclusive between them, since zebraelves and zebramen have the same hands and much of the same languages, they get to share the same sign languages.

Zebrapeople do struggle with written language for the blind though, since paper's a very recent and very popular invention that has yet to find itself a widely used tactile way to read its text. The ones currently around similar to moon type where letters are instead raised curves and angled lines.

So onto what zebraelves have different for mobility impairments!

So, the zebraelf wheelchair might be a little different. Their butts are at an angle, which is why they can seamlessly go from octopodal to hexapodal, so they sit as if they're leaned forward. And that gave me an idea because this was the first self-propelled wheelchair invented by Stephan Farffler when he was 22 and this fucks severely.

That's COOL. This is COOL. And it's the same principle that bikes were improved with, so thank him, every cyclist ever

But, I kind of get why this didn't completely stick around. You kind of have to reach forward for this, which you might not be able to do. You see where I'm going with this?

Zebraelves live in trees though, carts like this are primarily for walking on ground. Yet, I would argue this only makes things better for disabled zebraelves because zebraelves are also really good at living in trees.

Their bodies are small and compact, and their bodies are adapted for both walking and swinging/generally hanging on and across branches. Having monkey bars on just about everything is used by everyone. Even if you're without the use of arms, your legs are morphologically the same as your arms, and you're free to use those, too. When you can't use either, there's still pulley systems to help you to get places.

And to answer your other ask, happy disability pride month!

[p-oisn]

let's get positive ! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

(the content below the cut contains mentions of sensitive topics such as implied su*cide & sh so pls scroll if you're uncomfortable w those !)

this is a long rant about life basically .. 💩💩

i was going to make a post like this sometime later anyways bc i felt .. like a nice person ... but i made it a bit earlier than i expected bc i saw a post from oomf that really made me think .. so here u go

this comes from my own PERSONAL experiences and this is js my point of view yk !!! im no expert on any topic HSHSJ this is js the way i cope plz dont come for me in my asks ... i am aware that it isn't the same for everyone but , i hope this message can be helpful to some extent </3

if you feel like like life is leading nowhere n you feel like giving up I PROMISE it will get better bc i felt the same for two whole years n i will say that i have improved a LOT since . yes , it took me longer than i expected but i didn't give up and you shouldn't either ! it was hard n there were times i felt like i wasn't making any progress / improvement but in the end , it still got better

be kinder (to yourself, first) ☆

i think the first step to loving yourself is to forgive yourself .. its okay to try over n over again , you're still human n i think ppl tend to forget that often bc they're so tough on theirselves . let's not forget that your body is actively trying it's best to keep u alive , your WBCs for example ! (let's appreciate these little guys for trying their best 🎉🎉) your body too , deserves to be loved back , for fighting so hard just for YOU! so pls don't hurt yourself in any way </3

appreciate yourself for achieving even the smallest of tasks because even if it wasn't something big , YOU DID IT ANYWAYS ! every small achievement of yours deserves to be appreciated . even if it's momentary happiness , appreciate yourself while it lasts . i understand that sometimes even small things could be such a hassle but you can always reward yourself later ! i personally like to buy donuts everytime i finish something (this could come in handy when you're really craving something if you get what im saying ..)

It's okay if you're going at a slower pace than other people , what matters in the end is that you get it done ! everyone is not the same so it's unfair to put yourself down for such things .. also applies to comparing yourself to someone because in the end you'll still be you .. even if you don't like it .. that makes you unique ofcourse , there's only one of you in this world so embrace yourself for that !! you're one of a kind (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

oh, but, life's the same, it's boring ... ☆

yes , a lot of days could end up being the exact same because like , there are 365 days in a year so you can except most of them to be similar .. but as a new year starts , ofc many things change without you even noticing it , you grow older ofcourse , and you could be starting a new year in school , you meet new people and so on ! if you compare your life from a year ago or even a few months ago to now , you'll surely notice a few differences atleast so .. life is not reaaaaally the same right .... everyday is a new experience ! literally anything and i mean anything could happen the next day , you could even win the lottery who knows 🤫

when i felt like everyday was the same , i tried changing my patterns .. (my current favourite thing to do is go on a walk ! sometimes i take my dog w me , it's super fun) i would do small things that i dont usually do like sketch ! or i attempt cooking something new .. but obviously there were a LOT of days where i did nothing , sometimes even weeks , and that's okay ! we all deserve days where we do nothing ESPECIALLY if you're someone who is working or js in school / college everyday .. you deserve that break

i think a big factor is being unproductive ? don't get me wrong , i still am my same unproductive self at times unfortunately , n sometimes they do get so bad that they lead to a terrible burnout .. n i went through a rly bad burnout not long ago n trust me you do not want to get this far :( how do i deal with this ? (let's take studying as an example here) well i always start off with small portions , even if it's just a page or two . n then i slowly keep increasing the amount of pages i read .. n yes ofc , i understand how brutal burnouts can get sometimes n that's why it's important to not overwhelm yourself by attempting to finish a big portion of your studies in one go .. just take it easy , let the information marinate in your head for a bit before you move on to the next topic .. so basically what im trying to say here is don't overwhelm yourself with big tasks especially when you're already burntout

friends .. they're great ☆

the thing that honestly improved my life by a mile is getting good friends .. I've had my fair share of bad friend groups so trust me when I say this , it's better to be alone than with people who drain you mentally because . you deserve someone who treats you the way you actually want to be treated .

"but it's hard to make friends" i completely get this because i am a very shy person myself </3 but i think you could start by trying to make friends online ! its easy to find someone with similar interests on the internet .. so when you feel down atleast you know that there's someone on the other side of the world who cares for you ..

but this doesn't change the fact that solitude is AMAZING too (tbh i could go on for a really long time on how i love being by myself but this is already getting super lengthy ...) you can be your own friend too ! (okay see now this seems insane but if it makes you happy WHO CARES AMIRITE) i personally enjoy my own company like omg .. she can get a good laugh out of me sometimes ... you can do whatever you want when you're alone ! you can dance to your favourite playlist or experiment with a bunch of stuff ! if you get bored you can watch your favourite movie or consume your favourite piece of media that no one gets like you 🤫 so , as much as making friends sounds great , let's appreciate solitude too !!

ah, life can be beautiful sometimes? ☆

one of the biggest reasons i go on walks almost regularly is to remind myself how beautiful the world can be sometimes .. (atp half of this is me convincing you all to go on walks) i live in a beautiful neighbourhood n there are a lot of different flowers and fruits that grow here and that makes me really happy . going on early morning walks especially is soo fun , the world is so quiet then and you can even watch the sunrise 🥹

another thing is buying myself things i like ... especially clothes ... if you think you would look good in something then js go ahead and buy it ! don't mind what other people think because like ... YOU are wearing it and if people around you have a problem with that then i think they should close their damn eyes and not look at you if it bothers them that much 🤦 you deserve to feel confident and comfortable in your own skin , you deserve to dress the way you want to ! so if you feel like dressing a particular way would make you feel better .. GO FOR IT !!! this applies to other things you like, maybe accessories, merch or stationary that look cute .. it's okay even if people judge you for your style because in the end they're the ones who are boring and miserable because they spend soo much time hating on others 😒

life is soo much more fun when you take care of yourself trust me ... you deserve to be taken care of !! so spoil yourself once in a while i promise it's okay as long as it makes you happy <3

to sum it all up .. yes , good times don't last forever but so don't bad times , and you and i both can get through a bad day because life is still going on (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ bad times too , will pass . so please believe in yourself and hold on !! i love you

again, this is all how*I* like to cheer myself up so pls don't take anything here in a bad way 😖 all of this was made with good intentions and im so sorry if i still ended up hurting anyone in any way ..

[femalefemur]

Confessions.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: depression, face picking, changing for someone else, please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 900

synopsis: Johnny agonises over his confession to Simon.

A/N: I don't know I just wanted to make him sad, also I am very sleepy so if you see a mistake no you didn't <3

Something about Johnny slowly falling in love with Simon, all the little quips and jokes he makes winning Johnny over. He loves how Simon is the only one who ever calls him Johnny, loves how Simon always checks on him first after a mission no matter how well it went. He loves that he's the only one who gets to call Simon LT, that he's the only one who can press up against the infamous Ghost and live to tell the tale, that he's the only one Simon trusts enough to see him regularly unmasked, not even Price gets that privilege. Every single thing just making him fall more and more in love with the man.

So it comes as no surprise when he finds himself standing outside of his Lieutenant's room late one night, a light flush to his skin as he knocks twice on the door. He beams up at Simon when the man answers, stepping aside for Johnny to enter his room before closing the door and asking what he's doing there so late especially the night before a mission. It makes Johnny fidget with his hands as he swallows and looks Simon in the eyes before letting the confession tumble from his lips, watching for any indication of what Simon may be feeling. He sees nothing cross the man's face and all he gets in return of his confession is a nod before being told to go to bed.

It eats at him the entire mission, the comms quieter than usual and Simon only speaking to him when necessary. He's met with silence when they reach the extraction point, Gaz being the one to ask him how he is instead, mumbling out a reply before he sits and watches Simon pass him to sit next to Price. It continues to eat at him as he watches himself slowly be pushed out of Simon's life, the touches, the jokes, the late nights becoming non existent over night.

The rejection and heartbreak worming its way into his heart and festering. Johnny watches himself slowly shut down, he smiles but it no longer reaches his eyes, he laughs but it's forced, he slowly becomes less and less of himself as he watches the man he loves distance himself no matter how much he's tried to fix things. It doesn't matter how many quips he makes over comms all he gets in return is silence, or how many times he tries to sit next to Simon, the man just getting up and moving or leaving entirely, he never gets to see him unmasked again.

All he has left is his sketches of all the moments they've shared together, the touches, the smiles, Simon's face. He falls asleep thinking of the memories of moments where they were so close together that Johnny could hear Simon's heartbeat, letting the slowly fading sound lull him to sleep. He thinks of it so often that he's not entirely sure the sound he hears in his memories is what it actually sounded like. Sits in bed and thinks about what he did wrong, how he would take back every word if it meant he got to share space with Simon again. He bites his nails down to the quick as stares at the drawings of Simon laughing, lets his fingers bleed onto the paper and smudge his sketches. He tugs at his hair and digs at his face as he lies awake at night and regrets every word that left his mouth that day, letting his fingers dig and scratch away his thoughts, covering his face in bloody scabs.

Johnny lets himself slip more and more into his own head with each passing day, if Simon notices he says nothing, not that he even looks at Johnny anymore. It all becomes too much when Simon walks onto base with another man in tow, arm looped around his waist as he presses the short man into his side and introduces him to the team as his boyfriend. He watches the other man with burning jealousy, takes in the way Simon leans into him and laughs at something he said. He looks at how the man has bright blue eyes and dark hair, how he's shorter than Simon but just as muscular, how he's soft spoken and on the quieter side, how there's a lilt of a Scottish accent in his voice but how it's not overly prominent, how it's not like Johnny's own accent, how he's like Johnny in every way but also the opposite.

He lays in bed that night and wondering if he was less brash, quieter, if his accent wasn't as prominent, if he wasn't everything he was now then would Simon like him? He lets the thought eat away at him and fester until he's a hollow shell, until he's withdrawing and becoming quieter, letting his hair grow out from his signature mohawk and he starts evening out his accent and making it more neutral. Watches as Simon's eyes start to meet his again while Johnny flutters his eyelashes and looks away so he isn't staring too long like how he used to. Listens as Simon starts to make small quips to him over the comms again, he replies in kind but in a softer voice and nothing as vulgar as he used to say. Preens as Simon compliments his hair and gives it a small ruffle as it grows out, he throws out his electric trimmer that night. Watches as he becomes less himself more someone else, someone he doesn't recognise, someone who wasn't ever him or who he thought he'd become.

[refigiowen]

An entry from the personal journal of weaponsmith Casey Chulainn, inventor of the Chulainn MA55 also known as the "Godfinger".

I was beyond shocked when the military of New Amekira contacted me, a small and unknown weaponsmith to make a specialized gun for a new division of their army. It is needless to say I, and I am fully serious when I say this, did a flip on the spot. They told me nothing at all about the division, of course not, but they told me to make something big, something that could punch a hole through the thickest pieces of metal. They wanted me to design and build a god damn canon and shrink it down so that a man can make fine red mist out of his enemies. And so I did.

Now, fast forward a few tortourous months full of sleepless nights and mountains upon mountains of scrapped and flawed designs, to the day of the testing. "This has to be it," I thought, "the guys should be here soon to test it, they sure are taking their sweet time" I said as I began to walk in circles before the table on which the gun was laying. A day or so before I finished the final prototype of the gun, I was notified that a member of the supposed "new division" would come and test it out. I almost shat myself on the spot. I hastely finished the prototype that night and prepared a shabby little shooting range the next day. Now, I knew that this thing packed a punch, a solid one. So I placed the target a kilometer or so away (just in case I placed a second one a little closer).

Now, let me first describe the gun itself. Before I decide on a design for one of my weapons, I almost always dig through ancient scrolls written by weaponsmiths from the old world to gather inspiration. It was then when I found an entry detailing a musket model known as "Moukhala" that, in some cases, was 6 feet long. And I was immediately hooked on it. So I began to come up with a design for this, soon to be, behemoth of a gun. After a few rough sketches and prototypes I came up with a design that should be, unlike the other prototypes, able to withstand its own sheer amount of firepower and not explode. The final design was a rifle with a barrel longer than any barrel i had ever seen before with a length of roughly 10 feet modelled after a Moukhala. The long barrel allows it to build up more firepower on top of the already insane firepower. Shorter barrels from previous prototypes were shown to cause the gun to lose range and deal less damage to the target and overall suffer from a loss of muzzle velocity. As such, i opted to go with a much longer barrel. I felt as though I had put my life into this weapon. "I cannot fail this once in a lifetime opportunity to engrave my name into the history of weaponsmith," I told myself day for day, and I felt as though i achieved just that.

Now, after i rethought every decision i had ever made in my life that may have caused me to end up in this situation, a man wearing what i could only describe as "medieval with a hint of modern" arrived at the shooting range. He wore a helmet similar to the ones of those who conquered Amekira back in the old world, a large piece of red cloth covered his head and upper body from the sun. He wore a black leather attire and cloak, his stature was tall and he was well built. His left shoulder seemed to be covered in armor though I wasn't able to see it clearly. I wasn't able to get a glimpse at his face.

The man didn't say a word, simply walked up to the rifle and looked at it. While I would usually ask him what his problem was, in that moment i knew that this guy was the real deal. Something about him was simply... ominous, I felt that he was who I was supposed to meet here today. So I started rambling about the design, origin, and whatnot. He cared not one bit and picked it up. I sighed and put on some ear protection, which turned out to be much needed. He picked up the 10 feet long rifle and loaded the 55. caliber ammunition into the gun before aiming it at the somewhat closer target. Nothing could have prepared me for what would happen the moment he fired the rifle.

In a moments notice the loudest "bang" i had ever heard rang out across the sandy desert, so loud that my ear protection barely worked. The man took the recoil like it was a slight push from a buddy or something. After i had recovered from the sheer loudness of that bang, i took a good look at the target: gone, reduced to ashes. "Great!" I thought. Then i looked at the target further away: same thing. And then i grabbed my binoculars from the table and took a good look. The bullet travelled a good 15 to roughly 20 kilometers, and if not stopped it easily could have gone even further.

"This thing is ridiculous!" I shouted in excitement. "I figured you guys might want to use this badboy against ships or vehicles and aircrafts, so I decided to develope special explosive rounds! Add them together with the sheer impact of the bullet and the firepower... Man, this thing could sink an entire battleship!" Now, while the man didn't say a word I could sense that he thought "Yes, good" in that moment. He only shot a single round, looked at me, and before he left patted me on the shoulder and uttered the word "Godfinger" into my ear. I nodded and he left the range in silence. And so the Chulainn MA55 "Godfinger" was born, the longest and most devistating anti-material rifle ever build, capable of sinking the biggest of ships and aircrafts. The MA55 became the signature weapon of the Konquistador Division, the vanguars division of the New Amekiran army. They position themselves kilometers upon kilometers away from the battlefield or their target, take aim, and go for a fatal hit before the enemy even knows they were there in the first place. By the time the enemy recovers from the hit, the rest of the army's units would have already arrived to the battlefield and ensured a clean victory.

While they do look like some weird mix between a knight and a more modern agent, they are equipped with top gear. Their coat allows them to be unvisible to most radars and drones. From what i was told, each member of the division is given an eye transplant that allows them to zoom in and out with said eye. This is to eliminate the need for a scope that might cause light to reflect from it and reveal the Konquistador's position.