#moving on from hands though i looked at SO many refs

[emcscared-whumps]

holy shit fam ref sheets are SUCH hard work

mad respects to the folks out there who have a whole pile of the bastards, holy SHIT

[bueckers]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄 ━━━ 𝐏𝐁

a/n | heavily inspired by that clip of caitlin & gabbie LOL. kind of a blurb

summary: paige gets caught looking at you a certain way on camera while you’re practically fuming during a game.

warning(s): just sexual tension & out of pocket comments, suggestive

pairing: paige bueckers x teammate!reader

The game against NC State was remarkably close, an unexpected challenge for only the second game of the season. As the third quarter dwindled to its final minutes, a sense of frustration began to set in. You found yourself doing everything in your power to gain composure.

The same girl had been targeting you all night, her aggressive play becoming increasingly blatant as the game progressed. Your patience was wearing thin, and when she charged at you once again, a surge of anger propelled you forward, ready to confront her. However, before you could react, Paige, Aubrey, and Ines intervened, stepping in to hold you back before you did something you’d regret.

Geno had benched you, which only added more fuel to the fire. When the other team called a timeout, the rest of the team was sent to the benches, but Paige was quick to run over to you. As soon as the whistle blew, you got out of my seat and jogged over to the referee, determined to explain that he had made the wrong call. He had been the entire game. Your frustration, however, got the better of you, and your words came out heated. The referee was clearly unimpressed with your complaints and wasn’t budging.

Paige stepped in front of you, concluding your one-sided heated conversation with the referee. She grabbed your arm with one hand and placed the other on your lower back to guide you away. “C’mere,” she mumbled, steering you back to the bench. You sat down, a little calmer than before but still huffing and puffing that you hadn’t gotten to say everything you wanted to.

Paige sat next to you, her entire body turned in your direction as she nearly fell off the seat. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, and she knew exactly what to do to get you to calm down. “Talk to me,” she threw out huskily, knowing you had to actually get what you had to say out before resting. You were already on it.

“That girl has been all over me all night,” you began, words tumbling out in a rush. “Do you know how many fouls I’ve been cheated out of? It’s like she’s got it out for me. And the refs are fucking blind to it—this is bullshit..”

As you rambled on, Paige couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. She was perplexed at how you could look so good even while angry. Her eyes darted between yours and your lips the entire time, her lips slightly parted. Though you were loud, she barely heard a word, her ears blocking out all of the trash talk you let flow. Paige was captivated, caught between her desire to comfort you with reassuring words and letting you take her in the locker room after the game, which seemed to intensify with every fiery word you spoke.

Her head rested in one of her hands, and just as you finished speaking you turned to her, catching her lingering gaze on your lips. This out of all things made you crack a smile. “Paige,” you snapped her out of her short daze, her eyes averting back to yours.

“Yeah?” she mumbled, sitting up straighter now as she reached her hands behind her head to adjust her ponytail.

Your eyes followed her without your head moving for a moment, your smile only growing bigger as you realized why she was staring at you that way. “What?” she questioned, her smile being heard through it, faking her oblivion as she looked at you.

“You’re so fucking horny, bro.” you shook your head, smiling bright at her as she threw her head back, laughing, but she didn’t disagree. What you didn’t know, was that your interaction was caught on camera being televised—and of course screen recorded.

user1. lip readers get on this 😭

user2. Paige is down bad CONFIRMED

user3. The way she’s looking at her omg I physically can’t

user4. PAIGE MADISON BUECKERS!?!?

user5. are they dating?

user6. No

user7. I hope so

user8. nooo way this is real LMFAOOO

user9. her eyes shifting between her lips and eyes ohhh she’s so down bad

user10. FRIENDS DON’T LOOK AT FRIENDS THAT WAY!?!?

user11. wouldn’t be surprised if they’re fucking

user12. these comments are crazy as hell 😭

[skipper1331]

Boxer // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request. Bear with me, i don‘t know anything about boxing and the end is just random :D

"Ready for tomorrow?" the italian asked while she cuddled in to your chest. The smell of her shampoo hitting your nostrils as a content sigh left your mouth. "Yeah" you whispered at the verge of falling asleep, "but my opponent is one of the best, it‘s gonna be intense" with your eyes closed, senses shut off you didn‘t notice the way Alessias body tensed. She didn‘t want you to get hurt badly. "You‘re the best" she said, tightening her grip around you. You didn‘t hear it anymore as you had fallen into a slumber, soft snores filling your shared bedroom.

Despite that Alessia tried dearly to fall asleep, she just couldn‘t. She thought about the possibilities that could happen to you; broken arm, nose, leg, jaw, anything. Blood running down your face, black eyes, she thought about every possible injury with the worst ending. What if you break your neck? What if she (your opponent) breaks your neck?!

-

With your gear on you stood in the boxing ring, your opponent in front of you on her side of the ring. Your coach was giving you a prep talk about her weakness, to keep your defence up and watch your steps.

The arena was filled, many people from across the country to watch the two of you fight.

In Lessi‘s words it‘s a derby match or in Lucy Bronze‘s words an el clásico. And not only Lucy and your girl were sitting in the stands but Ella Toone, Leah Williamson, all of the lionesses. They were ready to watch you fight and win. This match may be one of the biggest in history.

To be honest, you were kind of nervous, you knew your opponent - the second, the ref would give the go - your enemy - she was an awesome boxer, could hit hard but was also very good with her technic in general and her mind games were horrific and dangerous.

Lessi was sitting between Tooney and Mearps, biting her nails while her right leg made a regular, rapid up and down movement. "Stop that" her best friend told her firmly as she placed her hand on the blondes thigh, stopping her penetrating moves.

"I‘m nervous"

"We could tell" Mary said, "She’s gonna be great" she tried to reassure her - with no luck.

The fight was about to begin, already fist bumping your enemy of the night. You turned one last time to the eyes that motivated you before you turned back around.

You were ready to face the so-called boxing devil.

Even though the blonde was nervous she still cheered for you the loudest, the other lionesses cheering with her. It was intense to say at least, your enemy hit some pretty good places where she definitely got points for but you did as well.

The whole time you were calm and collected until you saw her cheking out Lessi. The way the womans eyes wandered over the blondes body as your girl stood next to her friends.

Something inside you switched.

"Wow!" Mary cheered as she grabbed Alessias hand, "what‘s gotten into her? She‘s smashing!" Ella on the other side yelled something, other lionesses joining her as they encouraged you. For everyones eyes it seemed like you just got a new boost of energy - for Alessia it looked like you were angry. She knew you like the back of her hand, even fighting she knew what you did, how you thought and this type of fight-style wasn’t your usual. It was aggressive.

"Yes!" the girls shouted as the fight was called an end, the ref holding your arm in the air - you won.

Taking your gear of you jumped out of the ring, walking up to your favorite girl, "hm hello" you pressed a quick kiss to her lips as you slung your arm around her, looking at the defeated Girl in the ring. The blondes arm went around your body as well, not minding the sweat on your body - she hugged you always when she was sweaty so no complain there. You greeted the rest of the group, chatting with them for awhile. Mary and Ella even recreated some scenes of the fight while Rachel did the sound effects, Lauren utterly confused, her mouth agape. You loved her lionesses girls, some of them were super sweet and some hilarious - just a bunch of lovely weirdos.

Later that night, you cuddled into Alessias chest, her fingertips stroking patterns on your skin as you relaxed in her touch. Yet the question that Mary had asked earlier was still laying on tip of her tongue. What‘s gotten into her? "You know, i‘m so proud of you?" she mumbled into the dimmed room. "You told me more than once" you giggled, the striker not keeping her mouth shut on the way home. "Is there a but?" you asked sitting up as she didn‘t join your laughter, like she normally would. Straddling her waist, you looked at her with confused eyes, fingers playing with her baby hairs, "no. I was just wondering- you seemed angry?"

"How did you know?"

"amore, you‘re my girlfriend. I know everything about you." she grinned cheekily before she pressed a gentle lingering kiss on your cheek. "So?" pinching your sides, she questioned with her eyes, your own dotting around her face as a blush covered your cheeks, "shecheckedyououtandididntlikeitbecauseyouremygirlfriendandifeltjealous" you rushed out, your head falling the curve of her neck, your shy persona had taken over. "Come again?"

"she checked you out and i didn‘t like it because you‘re my girlfriend and i felt jealous" you admitted, face turning a deeper shade of red. The italian gave a loud laugh as you pulled back, playfully glaring at her, "not funny"

"It is! my jealous baby" you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, about to leave her lap and touch, "nah" grabbing your waist, she didn‘t gave you the chance as she held you tightly.

"You looked hot with that new energy" she purred in your ear while her thumbs drew circles on the bare skin at your legs, "and i love you" her lips pressed against your own as affirmation before she let her back flop on the bed, strong arms pulling you with.

At the end of the day, it didn‘t matter that she was a footballer and you’re boxer, if someone checked the other out the hell broke out.

And her friends loved you so everything was fine. A solid statement to love her forever.

———————

[cosmicflw3rr]

can you write something where r comforts dom when he loses a big title match? 💘

did your best.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: after dominik loses the north american championship you’re there to help pick up the pieces.

A/N: thank you too @rheas-ripley and some others my request are stacked!! tysm🫶🫶 so I am trying to get to all of them! but I’m in Columbia rn w no service, I only get service at the air bnb, and I’m here for a week so yea! but I am trying!

you were on the edge of your seat, watching dominik's title match. anxiously biting at your nails, your foot jittering up and down anxiously.

your gaze was locked on the monitor as dragon lee executed his finisher, you flinched at the hard impact. your hands instinctively moved to cover your mouth.

and as the ref began to count, time felt like it was dragging, each second stretched out. it was like it was all in slow motion.

1!

you were hoping for dom to escape the pim, understanding that holding the championship meant the world to him. that this was his chance to show he's not just some character they fans boo at.

he wanted to silence the everyone, to prove he's earned his spot, and to show just how far he's come since turning on his dad.

2!

you clasped both your hands in front of your lips. muttering a quick prayer under your breath, "come on, dom, kick out," urging him on silently.

3!

ding! ding! ding!

your jaw dropped, watching as dragon lee celebrated. rushing over to embrace dominik's dad, rey mysterio, who was seated at ringside.

you felt a bitter taste creeping up inside you.

your mind racing, you watched the crowd cheer for dragon lee. all praising him. the camera panned to dominik, rolling out disappointed but scowling at lee and the fans.

you stood backstage waiting for him in the gorilla. dominik pushed past the curtain moments later, looking exhausted. a few of the crew gave him words of encouragement, he acknowledged them before moving to you. he gave you a small kiss on the cheek

he wiped his face with a towel, breathing heavily. his body was drenched in sweat from the intense match.

when he saw you, his expression softened. but you could tell he was upset. "I'm gonna go shower." he muttered into your ear before giving you another quick kiss and walking away.

you knew that dominik was putting on a brave face, he wanted to show everyone that he wasn't going to let losing the championship affect him. but you could tell that he was frustrated and upset.

your eyes followed dominik as he went towards the showers, and you felt your heart break at just how upset he looked. he was putting on a brave face for everyone else.

even though dominik was young, he constantly strived to meet the expectations placed on him. the expectations that came with being a wwe legends son. he didn't want to look weak in front of everyone.

but at the end of the day when you’d both leave and go home, you knew the truth. you knew how much the loss affected him. how much it hurt to lose the championship that meant so much to him.

and you hated that he was acting like he wasn't affected by it. that he couldn't even let his feelings out to the one person he trusted the most.

you sighed running your hand through your hair frustrated.

——-

you were talking with roxanne when your phone buzzed in your pocket. you excused yourself as you checked it seeing a message from dom.

you checked your phone, seeing you had a text from dom. "I'm ready to go back to the hotel, I have your stuff just meet me in the parking lot when your done."

you sent him a quick text back, letting him know that you'd be there soon.

and finally, you told roxanne that you had to head out. she didn't ask too many questions, just giving you a quick smile before nodding.

you began the walk to the parking lot. you checked your phone again as you walked, seeing that dom had replied, letting you know he'd be waiting at his car.

once you reached the parking lot, you began looking for where you two had parked the car earlier. as soon as you spotted it, you began to walk towards it.

you quickly approached dom's car, seeing him leaning against it. his arms folded, and his gaze directed at the floor. he looked pretty exhausted, and you felt a small pang of empathy for him.

you couldn't help but frown as you got closer, wanting to help him feel better in any way you could.

"hey..." you said softly.

dom's head snapped up, turning to look at you. he was silent for a moment, before finally speaking. "hey.”

he tried to put on a smile, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that he was still upset. "you ready to go?"

"yea i am." you said, he opened the passenger door for you before passing over to the drivers side

as you settled yourself in the passenger seat, he quickly got in the driver's side and started the car. for a few moments, neither of you spoke. he was clearly lost in his own thoughts.

you were also quiet, just watching him driving. finally, you decided to break the silence. "are you okay”

"yeah, I'm fine.” he muttered, his voice coming out quiet and hoarse. he didn't seem convinced when he said it. he kept his eyes on the road, his gaze straight ahead.

there was a heavy silence in the car, as if all air had been sucked out of the car. you tried to think of something to say, to break the heavy tension. but your mind was completely blank.

dom was still staring straight ahead, not seeming to want to look at you at all. it was clear that he was trying to hold back his feelings.

he pulled up outside of the hotel, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. he looked over at you, finally looking at you once again. his expression was still stoic, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

he climbed out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door for you.

you got out the car, waiting for him as he grabbed both of your bags out the trunk. you both went over to the hotel entrance, and he opened the door for you once more before following after.

once inside, the lobby was mostly empty besides a few hotel workers busy behind the front desk. however, you could faintly hear music and laughter coming from one of the rooms.

dom led you over to the elevator, pressing the button before leaning against the wall. he looked he looked exhausted, keeping silent.

he let out a long breath, his eyes still directed at the floor. he seemed like he was completely lost in his own thoughts and didn't want to speak about it.

as the elevator doors doors opened to reveal the hallway of your floor, you both made your way down to your room. he fished out his keycard from his wallet to unlock the door. you both walked in grabbing your bag he'd left by the door.

the room was quiet and clean, much like a hotel room should be. dom closed the door behind him, and you could hear the lock clicking loudly before the room fell silent once again.

dom sat down on the edge of the mattress, seemingly exhausted as he begun to take his shoes off.

you laid your suitcase on the bed, going to your knees to look for pijamas. you looked behind you seeing dom, your heart tightened as you stood up. you walked over to him sitting down next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder taking his hand in yours.

"babe talk to me."

he turned to look at you, his gaze still downcast. he gave you a small, tired smile, seeming almost relieved that you were there.

"i'm fine. everythings alright.” he muttered, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

you looked up at him, "but you're not fine."

he stayed silent, not moving an inch. he was clearly still trying to hide his feelings, putting on a brave face.

"i'm fine.” he repeated again, sounding slightly more convincing this time. the tension was palpable.

"dom please." you pleaded softly, you just wanted to be there for him. you just wanted him to let you be there for him.

you could see the strain of trying to stay strong slowly starting to crack. he let out a heavy sigh, his gaze going back to the floor. he stayed quiet for a moment, before finally speaking again.

"it just sucks-" he muttered, his voice coming out hoarse. not being the champion anymore seemed to be weighing on him.

"it feels like i've failed. I failed you; I failed the fans; I failed everybody." he muttered, a mixture of exhaustion and sadness in his voice.

"oh, baby, you didn't fail me; you did the best you could."

"and the best i could do wasn't enough." he replied, still keeping his gaze cast to the ground. he was clearly frustrated and upset, disappointed with himself.

his free hand moved restlessly, and you saw that he was tightly kneading the fabric of his pants.

you begin to trace patterns on his hand, looking down at your intertwined hand. "dom listen to me, you gave it everything. I'm proud of how hard you fought. this isn't the end. you'll get through this-we'll get through this. together."

he stayed silent for a moment, his gaze going up to meet yours. his expression softened, and you could tell he was trying his best to believe your words.

he swallowed, and his hands relaxed a little bit, though you still saw some tension there. "I don't know, y/n/n, I just- I just feel so defeated right now.”

your eyebrows furrowed, your heart hurt seeing him hurt. you gently turned his head so he'd look at you. "dom." you said softly, searching in his eyes, you wanted to say something instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck. pulling him into a hug.

he leaned into the hug, finally burying his face in your shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. he held on to you tightly.

he was lost in his own thoughts, the weight of having failed again weighing him down. it was clear that, although he was trying to stay strong and move on, he needed some comfort right now.

"I don't know any way to convince you that you deserve everything you've gotten and so much more." you mumbled into his shoulder, "dom you're gonna get so much more title opportunities, I just know you will."

he stayed silent for a moment, his head staying buried into your shoulder as he took in your words. he was still trying to process the loss, trying to convince himself he would have other chances.

finally, he spoke. “I'm just scared. that this is the start of the end, y'know?"

"this isn't." you reassured, "you’re so young, and your career is just starting. you have so much more to do."

he stayed silent again, but you could see him slowly believing what you were saying. he was still disappointed with having failed to keep the championship, but he was coming around to the thought that he would have more opportunities.

he looked up at you, and his expression softened a bit. "I appreciate you being here for me, amor..." he said quietly.

"you dont have to thank me, ill always be there for you."

he smiled softly, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I know you will... and I love you." he said quietly, his hand moving to hold yours.

“I love you too," you told him. his fingers laced with yours, his gaze now fully on you.

he smiled softly, and for the first time since his match, he looked genuinely happy. as if all the worries had momentarily washed away, and he was now in the present with you.

your eyes moved to the stray hair that had fallen on his forehead, you moved it away gently. “you ready for bed?” you asked your gaze going back onto his eyes.

he gave a small chuckle, and looked back at the bed. he nodded, seeming relieved that the mood had shifted. "yeah.” he said, letting go of your hand. “I'm beat."

you stood up tying your hair up. “same, but I’m gonna go shower first.”

he gave you a small wink, moving over to you, letting his hand trail down your side. he leaned down, whispering into your ear. “I know a way to save water.”

you rolled your eyes, “no dom.” you said playfully.

he chuckled, a slight grin spread across his face. "pleaseeeee?" he whined, making it sound like a child asking for candy. he tried to give you his best puppy dog face, his eyes looking at you hopefully, the two of you making eye contact.

after a moment you caved, “fine.” you said, “hurry up.” you laughed out running away from him into the bathroom.

he let out a small laugh at your reluctant agreement, chasing you into the bathroom.

[bonefall]

Hi! How would you draw a tool-evolved cat paw?

Aeons ago I wrote some speculative biology thoughts on what a tool-focused cat would begin to look like, and mentioned the way that a caw's paw might evolve. I can try to draw it out as a sketch; but fair warning that I put my art style points into cartoony anime stuff SO you're not gonna get a realistic drawing lmao

Evolution doesn't "think." It's many changes over generations that snowball into bigger ones. So I tried to look at WHAT exactly is happening between an animal with less sophisticated tool use (chimp) and one that COMPLETELY relies on tools (human) to predict where the cat's paw would end up in a few thousand generations.

Please note! My paw would still be a "link" between the ancestor, and something even more reliant on tool use. This proposed species would still be 100% capable of doing what the cats in-canon do, like hunt alone. It's for a feline species that is tool-ADAPTED, not tool-RELIANT.

(In that way, it's more comparable to, say, a lemur and a chimp. But lemur palm refs were hard to find and I did this quick because I've already thought about it.)

This paw would exist in-tandem with a "tool tooth;" A V-shaped gap in the jawline that a single fang would nestle into. Early tool-using felines would likely use their mouth to "break" or "shear" their crafts, leading to broken teeth that would make them less successful. So there would be a lot of evolutionary pressure to have better, stronger teeth.

Evolution doesn't do "one thing at a time," so if you happened to port yourself into a group of these cats and watch them craft stuff, you'd see them using their mouths as well as their paws!

Finger Size + Tool Claw

When you see real cats batting stuff around and manipulating things, and when you look at canon where they like to "hook things on a claw," it's usually the index "finger" they favor. In fact, they do a LOT of "poking," even when a cat bats at something they seem to mostly explore with the tip of their paw.

So I figure that would actually be a big difference between this species and humans.

Unlike us, who usually have our middle finger as the longest (though there are exceptions) so we can "stabilize" the things we grab, I'd give these guys a "Tool Claw" which is not involved in grappling at all. It's longer, more deeply grooved, but also more fragile than the "hunting" claws.

When at rest, the Tool Claw would stick out from the rest of the foot, straight upwards. The fur is able to "sheathe" the other three, but the index's would be too long to be fully hidden.

Because one of those fingers is now mostly taken out of combat, the pinkie would probably thicken up to compensate. Another difference from the human hand. I can imagine that if the trend continues, they might end up supporting their full frontal weight on the pinkie pad to free up the other fingers for tool use.

(But evolution's not always predictable! They might end up becoming more "back heavy" like raccoons, or rely on the invention of shoe/gloves, or just abandon silent hunting all together to become tool-reliant.)

Paw Pad Changes

Cats use the pads on their paws to move silently. As long as the species is relying on silently stalking prey, they will need to have these pads in contact with the ground to be good hunters.

So instead of the digital pads sliding down to create the "top" of the palm, I figured the metacarpal pad would split in two. So now there's a snug, dipped "shape" with which they could nestle an object into as they work with it, but also there is ALWAYS still pad in contact with the ground.

The amount of fur in-between the bottom (metacarpal) and top (supercarpal) pads probably just depends on culture and genetics. It wouldn't really have enough of an impact on the paw to be selected for to be furry or hairless.

I can imagine some groups being weird about it and thinking it should be shaved or braided or something, lmao. Or cats who live in muddy environments clipping it for hygiene reasons.

[namu-the-orca]

Do you have any advice on how to begin drawing a cetacean? When I'm drawing terrestrial animals, I can break them down into simpler shapes pretty easily, but cetaceans are just Big Tubes and I'm completely stumped on how to start

(Disclaimer that my work is rather stylised, so I'm not looking for advice on photorealism! Just any advice you have in general. I admire your ability to understand and render these sausage-bodied beasts)

Hi! That's an interesting question. I have to admit I had to draw a couple of dolphins first to see how I actually deal with them when free-handing lol. So much of my work as of late is scientific illustration, where in many cases I can build upon my own older illustrations. The new pieces are always 100% new, but correcting a base - however poor - is easier than starting from scratch.

Before I go any further let me stress the eternal importance of references. I can draw a dolphin fine from memory but for it to be actually accurate I need references. I always use them. Especially when it comes to weird poses or angles, but even for illustrations I will reference 25-50 photographs. Use them, study them, find them. They are a resource not a cheat.

Also, years ago I actually started work on a whole series of dolphin drawing tutorials. Or rather, collections of notes and tips for different topics (anatomy, differences between males and females, colouration, variation). Looking at the files now I see I had actually written and drawn a frightening amount already. Perhaps I should try to finish them? Is that something people would be interested in? Anyway, it starts off with a word of encouragement, which I do want to share here:

Actual advice is below the cut:

ONTO METHODS - illustrations

I found that for me, my method depends on whether I'm making an illustration or a full scene painting. For illustrations - which are in flat side view - I actually embrace the sausage. I drew a dolphin for you and saved the steps of how I go about it.

And this is the first. I start with a sort of flat-bottomed airfoil shape, and then add fins and a beak in approximate locations.

Next is refining the appendages and giving a face. Shape and placement of appendages as well as eye and mouth line is all experience and/or reference work.

Then comes fixing what I messed up lol. I always make the head too big first try (would have been good for a baby dolphin though!). Using cutting/transforming/moving selections around I correct proportions to what feels correct to me (again, that part comes from having seen and drawn a lot of dolphins).

Add some markings and hooray we have a spinner dolphin! This is the part where I would seriously start consulting references to check all the details and proportions are in order. If you don't need (photo)realism you can skip that step and use refs further back in the process just to get the shape/idea/colour of the species you're trying to paint right.

MORE METHODS - for different poses

When it comes to dynamic poses, my workflow is completely different. I just start from the nose and build my dolphin from there. Because as said above, they do have anatomy. And I think the way the beak flows into the cheek, the eye bumps connect, then the curve of the throat, the attachment of the pectoral fin, the way the belly curved up towards the genital region, the slight bulge behind that, then the muscles of the peduncle which flow into the flukes - I think the relations between those separate parts are enough for me?

These are the little dolphins (and a porpoise) I sketched from memory. In all cases I started from the tip of the nose and built from there, with minimal or no adjustments/erasing along the way. It was very much outline work. Details on eyes, mouth, etc, would come later. The killer whale is a bit different and got way more detailed than the rest. With such a front view angle I do use some spherical shapes to break it down for the body and face.

Otherwise I've never really liked or used the method of breaking an animal down into shapes, it never felt logical or intuitive to me. My "method" (if you can call it that lol) just comes from having drawn a lot of dolphins. I don't know if it is necessarily helpful when you want to get a grasp of them when starting out. Regardless I do hope this answered your question somewhat and you could get something useful out of it!

Also, I realise now I mostly talked about "standard "dolphins - for whales/short-beaked smaller cetaceans/etc my process is mostly the same, except their heads just have different shapes.

[sabrondabrainrot]

It's tinfoil hat times I have more observations for eagle eyes listeners (yes a Nightvale ref)

This will contain spoilers for recent TSAMS and LAES!

I gotta go to bed so I won't be able to contain everything but just some stuff I noticed recently and something I've been thinking about.

I won't be as organized as usual, warning spoilers below!

Picking apart what Dark Sun said and did...he used the word expunge. I don't know if this is problem of VA's picking a word that sounds cool...or they picked it know what it means? Expunge is a word that means 'to remove', 'delete', 'strike from the record'. So...why would he collect data on Sun's choice to kill Nexus and expunge that across the multiverse? Why would deleting that make Suns turn on Moons? I'm too tired to think about it past this but...it's interesting. What if D!Sun did delete something?

The biggest thing between Sun and choosing to kill...its his love and trust...but I wonder how Sun's decision to choose the greater good and his family would delete something? That sparkle nighttime Sun was beating his Moon while crying that he hated him...but did he actually? How can we know? I can't wait to find out more about the entire Sun on Moon violence. D!Sun said it was his hate for Nexus but that's not the case...because Sun himself stated he still can't get himself to hate Nexus. We also know, the only reason Sun's magic worked was because of what Ruin did...so I think my theory about the NSP and SP interacting to possibly make Nexus into a new being still stands. D!Sun knew Ruin planted that device when he made Sun choose.

I feel like history just keeps repeating itself where Sun's choices will never be choices and his decision will always be made for him. Moving into more stuff! The recent episodes omigod!!! Moon! He finally stepped up! I still have many things to point out though. I was talking in @goodolddumbbanana dms because like...we're both still disappointed by the episodes...(I won't type the entire dms cause like I want banana to do their piece too without me speaking over them)

When Moon talked to Sun at the pier, he still managed to make it about himself. Did anyone else notice that? He turned it into his normal "I hate myself" routine. He proceeded to let Sun know he's the best brother ever...but Sun just...I don't think he believes it. Even if Lunar and Earth also both tell him that. Even Solar. He just won't believe it.

Looking at how Sun's entire...existence has gone, it's pretty understandable why he'd think and feel this way.

He hasn't been shown by his family (except Earth) he's the best so why would he believe it? Especially coming from Moon who's done nothing but lie to him and break promises. Moon stepped up but...was acting annoyed to take care of Sun. He just was acting like he was ready to get stuff over with. Then...When Sun finally asked the million dollar question. "Did you hate me? Do you hate me?" He's always been asking that and never got a straight answer. Moon has always acted like he really did hate him in the past. Worst of all? Moon told Sun he did.

He told his emotionally beaten brother who's soul is shattered, that 'Yes Sun, I did hate you'...Moon...being honest in this particular situation...I don't think it's the best idea.

Moon, to an emotionally unstable - highly fragile - Sun, basically confirmed Sun's darkest fear. The soul deep ache Sun feels. It's not...gratifying...Sun may now have closure that 'wow he treated me like that because he did hate me' but the big issues with this? Moon has not really changed how he treats Sun. He stopped physically hurting him but he still hurts him. In small ways. We saw that first hand in the last few eps. He left to avoid Sun entirely. He broke promise after promise. He'd rather throw himself a pity party then buck up and just be there for Sun.

Sun always leads with the best intentions. He tells Moon he loves him. He encourages him. He builds him up. (I think i've said this before lol)

Then we get the MVP Earth ep. That episode was honest to God beautiful. Earth is an amazing sister and Kat knocked it out of the ball park with her vocal performance today. She put in so much emotion. I like how Earth's breaking point wasn't her taking care of Dazzle or Sun. Her breaking point was how her family was treating her and Sun like shit. They both left them to their own devices. It was so sad. I was wondering when they kept showing Solar who was taking care of Sun and honestly it makes so much sense it was Earth.

Then in the same episode she said Lunar is acting strange. I'm going to be honest, I know exactly why Lunar is acting mad at Earth.

I don't get a ton of opportunity to talk about Lunar. In the recent episodes his sorest spot was prodded by Taurus. Taurus is basically telling him to get over himself.

Which...I don't agree with how Gemini and Taurus are going about it. Letting go of your hate and hurt is so important but them just telling Lunar to do it isn't going to work. He needs to be taught how to.

So why is Lunar mad at Earth? Never forget, Lunar hasn't developed much he's still a very selfish immature person. He's mad at Earth he's stagnating. He's blaming her for his stunted emotional growth. He chose to numb himself to deal with his emotions and if he admits that was wrong then it'd be a long time of wasted efforts. He would have so many regrets if he admits he's been doing everything wrong.

After all, If Lunar wasn't so apathetic about N!Moon would he have made a difference in him becoming Nexus? (No, but Lunar could be thinking about that)

Lunar, I believe, is blaming Earth for not 'fixing' him. He doesn't understand he needs to want to change himself for it to happen. (it's the same thing for Moon, he knows he's flawed but has given up on improving) I think Lunar just kind of assumed Earth was supposed to automatically make him better with him not doing any work himself.

Then the crux of why he's mad at Earth.

It's simple.

She's friends with Eclipse.

That's really what it is.

Think about it, he hates Eclipse. Eclipse is now in the front of his mind to the point he's acting odd and watching Nutella ads for hours. He's trying to mute his rage. What Taurus and Gemini said would anger anyone.

Telling a victim to not only get over their abuse but also get along with their abuser? It's plain wrong. Lunar has the right to hate Eclipse, the only problem is that it is harming him. Hatred will always be someone's undoing. It is a negative, putrid thing that only destroys.

He's been shoving his emotions down for so long they're bound to explode. I know Lunar loves Sun and wants to be there for him but he's been apathetic for so long now he can't. So he's lashing out and projecting his own self anger onto Earth. She's right there after all.

Solar is basically acting like a keeper to everyone and despite doing better for Sun, Solar is still emotionally distant. Moon physically isn't there. Lunar won't lash out at Monty. He won't take his frustration out on kids like Dazzle and Jack.

Earth is also just...too nice. So yeah, I absolutely understand why Lunar is angry at Earth. He's being totally unfair and immature about it too, because it's not like there's other problems, ie Sun is literally broken and can't leave bed.

but I digress, I like that Moon is stepping up. I just hope he doesn't keep dropping the ball. I think Sun right now truly doesn't think Moon cares...Moon is going to have to do a lot to show him otherwise. I'm glad Lunar finally checked on Sun and I hope he does it more often, because Sun loves Lunar too. He loves the entire family. Earth was right to cry about how they were failing Sun.

I'm really proud of Earth and Solar for stepping up to help Sun.

[time-woods]

On the subject of Sidus (which keyboard do you use to get that dash over the i?)

What's his whole deal anyway? Most of what I know is he is a magic user (smoke or clouds are an accent but haven't seen his actual abilities beyond floating...I think.) And he is working against the crown in favor of magic users.

So what are his abilities?

Are there others helping him?

What's his weekday or Saturday look like?

Basically, I'm hoping for a ramble. But share what you like.

( im just using my basic pc keyboard so everytime i need to spell his name i just end up copy n pasting it from my docs))

so yes he is a supposed magic user- he likes to say hes 'a wizard of the sky' which is not entirely false, but thats not the whole of it either. hes against the crown yes, but that kingdom isnt the only one- its just one of many, but other kingdoms are a lot more accepting of magic users- this one just got beef with em. But Sīdus is more freeform- he thinks the kingdom should be knocked down a few but hes not specifically going outta his way to do so unless the opportunity shows itself.

(i have this on his ref sheet that ill b posting later today)) but one of his abilities is creation ! its limited of course but hes able to cut out these small squares of paper he keeps with him into various things and then make them real ! (theyre never quite right/ how youd expect but they get the job done)) they take some time and imagination though but other than that hes seen to have 'regenerative' (?) magic in a way, that can patch him up. also he greatly benefits from doing magic outside- or at least having a clear view of it, so enclosed spaces make doing magic a bit more exhausting for him- the skys not a source of his magic but it does help especially with his floaty abilities (thats why he ended up just having to leg it when he was being chased by carma- the whole kingdom is enclosed so theres really no view of the sky- and using his magic to get away before hand really tired him out))

a weekend for him is the same as any other day, he gets to do whatever he wants really ! hes a free guy and hes gonna live that like, and occasionally help people if he can, i feel like hes well known in most magic villages- everybodys pal ! though he doesnt stick in one place long- he'll eventually visit again but he doesnt like being stuck somewhere, he always wants to be on the move, experiencing everything life can give him !

[skellymom]

"Sunset Over Pabu"

Hunter X OC/Reader One Shot

Word Count: 910

Background: An "Old Love" relationship. Nostalgia. Saying Goodbye. Using planet and star interchangeably. The celestial body in this fic is a Moon, similar to our planet Mars it reflects light so the appearance is a shining star.

The inspiration for this story came from @lightspringrain artwork. Including the link to her Etsy shop and image of "Hunter's Moon"

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1556715876/star-wars-the-bad-batch-omega-or-hunter?ref=yr_purchases

There are parallels to the first time Mad met Hunter in this fic. To read how they met, here is the link:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

Warning: Sadness.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

They snuggled close on that settee just as they did the first night meeting on Ord Mantell.  In between trips off world, children, weddings, funerals, holidays, and all manner of life Hunter and Mad carved out while on Pabu to watch the sunset together.  Approximately 10 standard cycles of building a bonfire on the beach and cuddling up together to watch the sky turn deep shades of crimson, purple, and eventually black.  Gazing at the stars as they cycled by with the seasons in the night sky. 

The broken settee was resurrected by Hunter’s own hands when they first settled.  He built it strong enough for two.  A solid foundation so it would never break again.  Mad helped weatherproof it to withstand the ocean salt.  Together, they performed maintenance when needed, so it would last for many years.  A continuing project and labor of love. 

In addition, a firepit was constructed to hold the burning heat kept within.  Hunter and Mad collected stones on their travels around the galaxy.  Bringing back chunks of memories to line into a continuing never-ending circle.  Occasionally family and friends would add their own additions when returning to Pabu. Wrecker kept his eye out for oddly shaped or colored rocks while fishing and would surprise them with a new addition already stacked against the ring. 

Tonight, Hunter had a bit of difficulty making his way down the stone steps to the beach.  Mad took his hand, providing support.  His long hair and beard had gotten greyer the last few months.  She joked that he was almost as silver as her.  The wrinkles and laugh-lines accumulated since being together, a happy long life for a clone prominent on his face. He smiled as she fussed about him being careful not to slip. 

“Taking good care of me.” 

“Of course, what else would I do.”  

She winked, and he chuckled. 

He told Mad tonight he’d forego their usual “Spotchka under the stars” and just do “The Stars” for tonight.  The alcohol was wearing heavily on his system, making for extremely tiring mornings after...even with him cutting back considerably. 

In the last few months, Hunter and Mad watched a vibrant moon make its transit across the heavens.  It stood out amongst the other stars.  Burning a brilliant red flicker that could be easily seen even though it was millions of light years away. The bright red star reached the zenith of its orbit and total brilliance tonight per Tech’s calculations.��  

“There’s YOUR moon, Hunky!” Mad pointed up above.  

There was a number for this moon at one point. With millions of celestial bodies orbiting the galaxy, only numbers were given to keep track of them all. That wasn't good enough for Omega though. She named it “Hunter’s Moon” rotations ago before leaving on her own journey with Echo and Crosshair. 

“Shame it’s the last night we’ll see it on Pabu.” Hunter mused. 

Mad sighed. “Didn’t Tech say something about it being visible somewhere else?” 

“Think he mentioned another planet not far from this one...” Hunter trailed off. 

“Whattsamatter Hunky?” 

He looked a little guilty “Not sure I’m up to traveling much any time soon.” He also sounded tired. 

“Not in any hurry. We have a sky full of stars.” 

“Mhmm, that’s my Mad... always thinking ahead.” 

“It’s the wanderlust. Brain never shuts off.” 

“I LOVE you, Maadienne.” 

Mad smiled and squeezed his hand. “I LOVE you too, Hunky.” 

They both gazed up at Hunter’s Moon.  

“Make a wish, Mad!”  Hunter said quietly.  

They were both silent for a while.  Then Hunter gently rested his head against hers. 

She knew he wouldn’t come out and tell her his wish, that to tell it wouldn’t come true.  Mad still liked to chide Hunter and try to playfully tease it out of him.  It would end in tickling, laughter, hugs, kisses...and on less tiresome nights love making. On tiresome nights they fell asleep in each other's arms on the beach. 

“Okay Hunky, spill the beans.”  Mad hugged Hunter tighter.  He didn’t reply.   

“Hunky..?”   

Mad brushed Hunter’s long locks away from his face. She gazed down at him, marveling at how the bonfire illuminated his hair, tattoo, dark skin. The face of a sleeping angel.  A rhyme in time back on Ord Mantell all those years ago.  The younger man who decided to buy her a drink in Cyd’s Parlor.  A partner that travelled with her across the galaxy, helped care for her family, whose brothers adopted them all, and a partner that never left her side. 

She caressed his face lovingly, immersing herself in the scent of his skin, hair, and... 

...breath...? 

Hunter’s chest had stilled.  An expected, but heavy weight resting against her body, a bit heavier than his usual bodily presence. 

“Oh...Hunter...Hun...” Mad suddenly hitched and exhaled, tears running down her face. 

She knew this day would eventually come.  And as the full rotations went on, she kept wishing on a certain red star that she could have another standard day with him.  Every standard day she wished to have another. 

But wishes only carry you so far...and there are only so many wishes granted. 

And you must accept that the universe has other plans. 

To believe in having just a moment of happiness instead of none. 

Mad kissed Hunter’s forehead.  “Aw, Hunky...we were REAL good...  Weren’t we? 

The red star above Pabu twinkled in reply to Mad’s words as she hugged Hunter for the last time. 

PLEASE like, comment, and/or REBLOG!

IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED OR DROPPED FROM MY TAG LIST, PLEASE MESSAGE ME! Don't just comment as I might miss it. Thanks!!! <3

[yeeterthek33per]

Ice Cold (Sam Kerr x Reader)

You couldn’t have hated this more if you tried.

Every ticking second, every running, jogging, sprinting step was another towards the end of extra time. Another towards the shootout.

The game was nil all, and you'd hoped your team could only pull itself out of this.

Every cross, every run, every header, every attempt on goal was blocked and cut off at the neck.

You could feel your energy draining quickly and your resolve starting to wane. Every minute was another time your legs were taken out from under you. The ache in your body from hitting the turf too many times to count was starting to set in.

Being a sub, you were supposed to have been on fresh legs, considering you'd been put on for Viney after a nasty head collision, meaning you had to take her spot on the wing.

Thus, sideline tackle after sideline tackle was thrown your way, leaving you to bounce of the turf more times than even your usually stoic girlfriend could bear to watch. She was starting to get antsy, her patience with the game wearing too thin too quickly.

You could tell she was tiring fast as well. The full sixty minutes were starting to set in, and you only grew more concerned with every leaping header she couldn't take.

It all felt like they were aiming to have your heads at this point.

Le Sommer was getting physical with you and your backline, and it was quickly ticking you off considering your sister Clare was battered every time she cleared the ball, too.

In the end, the desparation to avoid penalties from both teams isn't enough, and when the whistle is blown, you have to hold yourself up by leaning on your knees to avoid crumpling to the ground in physical and emotional exhaustion.

Within but mere moments, there's a hand on your back and a familiar pair of brown eyes moving to meet yours, laced with concern.

"You doing alright? You hit your head pretty hard back there."

You nod, waving her off slightly despite the soft wave of nausea you were facing. It wasn't due to you hitting your head, though.

The mounting tension in your shoulders is pressing down into your stomach, and you feel ready to throw up at any point.

You take a moment to breathe, using your girlfriend's hand on your back to ground yourself, letting it calm your racing heart.

"I'm alright. Promise."

She looks sceptical but doesn't question you further as you both move to join the rest of the team. You take a drink as Tony reiterates your positions in the shootout.

"Clare you'll be in next, and then, Y/n, you'll be taking over Courtnee's position in the lineup, but It's unlikely to get that far anyways. You all know how to take these. You've all been prepared for this. I know you've all got this. Let's get out there and remind them why we're the better team."

You all nod, and move closer, hands outreached.

Sam's voice rings out and soothes your soul amongst the tension and rising stress of the situation.

"C'mon girls, we've made it this far, we make a final push, we take it, quick, easy, precise, I'm so proud of all of you, let's do this. Three, two, one!"

"Tillies!"

The ref calls for Sam and Wendie Renard, setting up for which end the penalties would be at and who would go first.

It goes to the Matildas supporters' side, but the french go first. You all move to line up along the quarter line as Mackenzie moves to take her position in goal while the refs explain the rules and order of which everything will go.

0-0

You can barely process the penalties as each is taken. It passes by blurrily.

Save.

Mackenzie palms it away.

0-0

Score.

Caitlin slots it away and brings the crowd to their feet.

1-0

Score.

Diani puts one away, sending Mackenzie in the wrong direction.

1-1

Save.

Durand palms away Steph's attempt.

1-1

Score.

Wendie Renard slots it away easily.

1-2

Score.

Sam puts it in to bring Australia level again. You cheer extra hard when she does.

2-2

Score.

Le sommer takes it, and you almost laugh at the way the crowd boos as she steps up. Their obvious distaste reflected in your own feelings. She had been a literally physical pain in your ass. Unfortunately, she's unbothered by their ministrations and slots it past Mackenzie.

2-3

Score.

3-3

Save.

3-3

Miss.

3-3

Score.

3-4

Score.

4-4

Score.

4-5

Score.

5-5

Score.

5-6

Score.

6-6

Save.

But it has to be taken again, and Mackenzie protests heavily. You swear you can see Sam almost cussing out the ref, and Steph has to calm her.

Save again. Mackenzie comes in clutch, and your heart is in your throat.

6-6

Your sister is up next to take hers. She could put it away for Australia right now. The penalties have gone on long enough.

A miraculous save from Durand puts the dream away, though, and you clap your sister on the back as she jogs back to the line.

Save.

6-6

Becho is up next. Mackenzie takes a steadying breath and you all wait with bated breath.

Mackenzie goes the wrong way, and you're milliseconds from dropping to your knees, but the ball bounces off the post.

6-6

Your breath catches. It's your turn. You have to end this. You have to score this. You can't let it go on longer. You have to put it away.

For your teammates. For your sister.

For the love of your life.

For Australia.

Your heart races with every step you take forward.

6-6.

You take a breath.

6-6.

You've got this.

6-6.

One hit.

6-6.

That's all it takes.

The whistle blows. Your run-up is slowed, but your kick is hard.

You wait with bated breath.

It flies under Durand.

The net ripples.

7-6.

Australia Wins.

It takes but a second before you're tackled by the oncoming charge of your teammates. Screaming, cheering, yelling. All of it echoes in your head and around you as the victory settles into your head.

"You fucking beautiful bitch!"

Ellie's screams in your ear are almost as deafening as the crowd around you. There's another pile on top of you in seconds as the subs run to you as well.

Mackenzie is tackled into another pile beside you, the girls all cheering on her historic performance as well.

You did it.

When they all finally pull off you, Sam's hand is the one to pull you up, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. When she pulls back enough to make eye contact with you, her deep brown eyes swimming with pride and tears, your hands settle on her collarbone, one sliding up to hold her cheek.

You look at her, curious expression in your gaze. She nods, and you don't wait for a second, pulling her back into you, lips meeting hers in an emotional, passionate lock.

The crowd fades as your lips slide against hers, her hands grip you tighter, letting a groan slide from her throat into the kiss as your fingers slide into her hair.

A group of wolf whistles breaks you out of it. You can see your sister, Charlie, Hayley, Ellie, and Caitlin all standing, watching you both, hollering in your direction.

The crowd nearest to you is cheering louder now, all of them whistling and their phones out, snapping pictures.

You'd been far too ready to come out to the world. You'd only waited this long because of the mounting pressure of the World Cup looming over you both, overshadowed again by Sam's calf and the both of you agreed to wait a bit longer.

However, there was a mutual agreement in you both tonight, it seems, and Sam had no fear in kissing you once again, leaving you giggling into her as your hands move back to her shoulders, squeezing comfortingly.

Finally coming up for air, her forehead presses to yours, your breath intermingling.

"There's my girl, I'm so proud of you."

You grin and peck her lips again.

"I should be saying that to you. Coming back like I knew you could, my captain."

Her cheeks come through a little pink, and she hums softly.

"Your captain huh?"

You chuckle.

"Yeah. My captain. My girl."

Your hands caress one final circle into her skin before stepping back.

Before Sam can react to that, you both let out a yelp as a rush of ice cold washes over both of you.

Clare, Charlie, and Kyra run away, cackling, holding now empty bottles as both you and Sam stand drenched.

"Come on, lovebirds, get a room!" Hayley yells out with a cheeky grin.

You glare at the group of them, shaking out your hands, lightly shivering as you look at Sam again.

She nods at the rest of the team now moving to do their victory lap.

"Let's go. Better get moving unless we want another ice bath before we even get to recovery."

You roll your eyes affectionately and nod, walking with her back to the group.

--------------------

The room is littered with shouts of your name from various interviewers as you walk along the marked path.

"Y/n over here!"

"Y/n, we have a few questions!"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that one.

Instead, you pick the optus sport crew to go to first, spotting Chloe Logarzo, a familiar face on the team.

"Well, first off, Miss L/n, can I just say a big congratulations on scoring the winning goal today. Those penalties were certainly keeping us all on the edge of our seats tonight. What can you say about how you were feeling throughout that montage of absolutely heart-wrenching moments?"

You laugh.

"Thanks, Chlo. Honestly, it was a bit of a heart-in-mouth moment for the penalties, but that's just how it goes. I'm glad to have been able to finalise that. It was certainly something I've wanted to remember forever, and now I can. Watching my teammates score, watching Macca play how she did, it's all been absolutely amazing to witness."

"I have to agree with you, Mackenzie was playing outstanding tonight, four crucial saves to bring you all to the semis, making Australian history here. I can imagine what that might feel like, but I want to hear it from you, care to share?"

"A hundred percent. I'm still in a bit of shock at the moment. It still hasn't quite settled, to be honest. Give me a few days, and it might, though." You chuckle. "I'm definitely feeling very thankful, very lucky to be here, I'm glad in the end we could bring it home and the looks on each and every one of those fans in the crowd was worth it. Hearing them all cheer on in such a crucial moment for us was definitely what we would have hoped to hear but actually having it happen is another step up for us as players."

"Agreed, the crowd has been insane, and getting to watch you guys do this has been an absolute pleasure. Coming onto another topic, if you don't mind us asking that is."

You nod, knowing this would have come, but you trust Chloe more than anything, so you'd rather answer her asking the question than anyone else.

"You and Sam. Everyone got to witness the celebrations. The pile up of players, the hugs, the cheers, the tears, but what we've witnessed, that certainly had the crowd cheering for you yet again. The loving embrace between you and our Matildas captain, Sam Kerr. Anything you want us to know?"

The smile on her face is mischievous, and you give a loving eye roll.

"Yeah, at first, we hadn't wanted to do anything to release that to the public, but we just had this silent agreement on the field. When you make history like that, everything feels so overwhelming, and you want to be able to share that. So Sam and I wanted to share that in the moment. She's been family to me for years, and I love her more than anything, and she lets me know daily that she loves me as well. I just want to give her everything. I'm so proud of her, I don't tell her that enough, in my opinion. Though, don't let her hear that, she'd protest."

Chloe laughs, nodding.

"Certainly. It's great to see you guys thriving, and thank you for talking to us today. It looks like you might have someone else wanting your attention, though."

She nods to your left, Sam is in an interview, but her eyes are locked on your form, and she gestures in your direction as she's talking, and you give her a soft salute, making her chuckle, and you wave to the camera that turns toward you. The interviewer gestures you over but you shake your head.

It was Sam's time. Not yours.

She raises both brows at you, hands on her hips. It's her 'get over here and save me.' Face.

You laugh, but shake your head.

You mouth a 'you'll be fine.' And walk to the next interviewer. You can see her pout for a mere second before turning back to the interviewer to finish out the questions.

After a few questions, surprisingly, you only end up answering one about Sam, and after that, you return to the locker room without much issue.

What you're met with is certainly a sight to behold. Twenty-two other women, half of them shirtless (your girlfriend included), dancing to "Freed from Desire," chugging and spraying champagne left by the stadium staff.

"Macca's on fire!" That makes you chuckle.

With the beat drop and all of them chanting to the song, you slip by and head to your locker, dropping your shirt, wanting to save it from being soaked. You run up to the group, joining the bouncing and singing, a few cheers coming out as they notice you.

Sam spots you, quickly moving to dance beside you.

You give her a wink, taking one of the bottles of champagne off the table and cracking it open. You aim it towards her, hosing her down in her sports bra and shorts.

She shrieks lightly, smacking at the bottle in your hands. When the spray stops, she immediately grabs you, swiping the bottle and wrapping her arms around you, now rubbing the alcohol onto you.

You squeal and try to slip away but she's got a tight hold of you and you just curl up slightly, laughing as she growls playfully.

"Serves you, right, you little shit."

The ring of laughter coming from your lips is like music to Sam's ears, and she pulls you tighter to her, spinning you around in her hold as your teammates bounce around off to the side.

Your hands find their place on her shoulders as hers find your hips, giving them a squeeze.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You wanna know something?"

"Sure."

As you assume she's about to tell you something, you feel a bucket of water get dumped over you.

"You're ice cold, baby!"

You scream as you get drenched before shaking off and chasing after your girlfriend, who takes off out the door cackling.

The rest of the team can only watch on amused from the doorway as you sprint after their captain.

--------------------

And she's done, and I continue to suffer at the hands of tumblr and its shite draft saving software.

Lol but jk, hope you guys enjoyed.

[ugotcooneycrossed]

you look so pretty (and i love this view)

clàudia pina x reader

w/c: ~700

based off this lovely request

a/n: I LOVE MY BABY PINA

send me more requests if yall have any😩

------------------------------------------------------------

There’s not many things in life that you love- truly love that is, I mean sure, there are definitely things- people that you love. You’re just not the type to show it.

Any team you’ve played on you’re always marked as the silent, stoic, deadly player. And it’s not a lie- you always have a scowl on your face when you play.

Football is one of your loves- because of course it is, it’s lasted longer than any relationship you’ve had; barring of course, your fat, fat crush on Clàudia.  

You grew up together- you’ve been with each other through everything. You’ve watched each other grow into the players you are today. You’ve spent hours upon hours with her at the park- situated perfectly in your spots; you in goal, and her up front.

She’s joked before how you were meant to be- with her as a striker and you as a goalie.

-

Your favourite thing about being a goalie isn’t being able to make amazing saves- it’s not the honour of knowing that, after defenders, you’re the only thing standing between the other team and a goal.

Your real favourite part about being a goalie is? It’s getting to watch your team play- well, you’re only ever watching Clàudia anyway.

She plays majestically- and you love watching her. Even after running around- she still looks as beautiful as ever, and you love watching her.

You know your stoic demeanour breaks when it comes to her- you feel a smile tugging at your lips when she scores, and you thank your lucky stars the cameras always stay up with the girls when they celebrate- though Clàudia always looks towards you after she scores.

Her cheeky, bright smile- that takes up half her face beaming at you.

Even across the length of the field, when your view isn’t always the best, she always finds you.

The downside? You’re indeed across the entire field if something were to go wrong.

-

You watch it happen- and it’s like your world slows to a stop, as you watch the defender collide with Clàudia.

The sound echoes in the stadium and rings in your head- and without thinking, you take off. You run past Lucy and she tries to grab your arm- trying to hold you back but you manage to slip away.

You don’t even realise Clàudia is sitting up- getting helped to her feet, as your eyes have zeroed in on the player who took her down.

She has her back to you and you run up- shoving her to the ground, you can feel about four pairs of hands all pushing you away, one of the players even holding your jersey so you stay in place- you scoff.

Overlapped yelling increases as more people get involved, your team coming to your defence and the other team trying to get you booked, yet all you can focus on is if Clàudia is okay.

With the fray of players surrounding you- you shove them off, looking around frantically to find where Pina is. Your panic rises when you see the medics disappear into the change room, and with no sign of Clàudia you almost run after them.

Only when you feel a small squeeze to your hand do you breathe a sigh of relief.

Clàudia stands in front of you, a small bruise on her cheek but she still grins up at you.

You take off your gloves- gently cupping her face, you move it gently to inspect the bruise.

“Are you okay?”

She nods at you, and you smile back.

“Good.”

When you know your Clàudia is okay, you turn back to the ref- scowl fixed on your face, you don’t flinch when she shoves a yellow in your face and you pick your gloves back up, walking back to the goal.

Mapi waves to get your attention and when you look up at the defender she shouts at you from across the field.

“You can smile?!”

“Mapi shut up!”

Alexia elbows her in the ribs and smiles at you from a hunched over Mapi.

Clàudia- who looks much better, beams at you from beside them- and you send her just as bright of a smile back.  

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 781 — the poetic reaper◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “am i upset? no dear, i am admiring your voice, your eyes, the way your lips move as you speak — no, no i am not upset with you, never. i fall quiet, for you pull me into a trance”꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 781

. ˚◞ ꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper, aetheer ( snake )

. ˚◞ ꒰ ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 26

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ isfj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ viper ( hero alias ), pequeño segador ( by neva ramona ), night orchid ( family alias ), dark vapor ( by enemies ), javier’s errand boy ( mockingly, by aetheers around the order ), termite infested snake piss ( by the artisan )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. deep maroon eyes with slitted pupils. has two beauty spots beneath his left eye. often uses eyeliner

𖹭. long black hair that reaches to the small of his back, cut in a jellyfish hairstyle. often wear hairpins

𖹭. tanned skin, androgynous and elegant features

𖹭. 6’8” ( 203 cm ) in height, a toned figure comprised of lean muscle but doesn’t look as such with his fashion style

𖹭. long nails that can develop into talons, often painted deep purple

𖹭. elongated forked tongue ( which he can mask as a normal one ) with a midline tongue piercing

𖹭. rows of sharp teeth with an extra pair of upper snake fangs

𖹭. wears lots of silver rings

𖹭. lots of silver jewellery and necklaces

𖹭. two standard lobe piercings along with an upper lobe, helix, forward helix and orbital piercings on both ears — while his right ear holds a standard conch and tragus piercing, with an industrial piercing on his left

𖹭. often has a dark academia aesthetic in terms of his fashion. from turtlenecks and coats which can turn into vintage or traditional chinese fashion

𖹭. unhinging jaw which he can conceal with magic

𖹭. nipple piercings and navel piercings

𖹭. frenum piercing

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. quiet and calm, appears as the epitome of serenity and elegance. a particularly gentle person on the outside

𖹭. very poetic in the way that he speaks, ties in nicely with his elegance. has a passion for theatre and literature and expresses this in his day-to-day life

𖹭. studious, mature and observant. prefers peace over conflict

𖹭. beyond kind-hearted. he is hyper-empathetic and sympathetic in many ways, often having quite the soft soul. often takes on the roll of protector

𖹭. dutiful and enjoys taking care of those around him

𖹭. however, he can be moody at times due to repressed feelings. as he always feels as though he should bottle up negative emotions and not allow himself to show them

𖹭. has a lot of resentment towards his past and is dealing with a lot of his own insecurities

𖹭. he can be very blunt and might not always realise that his wording could set off whoever he is talking to. especially because he is brutally honest

𖹭. can be quite stubborn

𖹭. it is a very difficult feat to get on his nerves as he is a very patient person. however, should one actually find a way to annoy him purposefully, he can be quite mean

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. shows his more talkative and chaotic side with you

𖹭. he can be very gentle, passionate and peaceful. he loves being able to take care of you and ensure your wellbeing

𖹭. sometimes loves throwing you into confusing conversations and teasing you until you’re flustered. loves seeing your angry little pouts

𖹭. adores every inch of you and is very vocal about that

𖹭. composes poetry and songs for you that he is unafraid to read or sing to you in an effort to show his love

𖹭. boundaries are very important to him and he makes sure to never cross yours

𖹭. very physically affectionate too, as he is touch-starved, so he often has his hand in yours, his hand on your waist or on the small of your back, at times may also just press your side into his and walk with you, arm slung over your shoulders

𖹭. be prepared for many late night walks and late night drives

𖹭. sometimes pulls you out of bed and dances you around the room

𖹭. loves baking with you and cooking for you especially

𖹭. can be quite cuddly, so be prepared to get snatched randomly throughout the day and get teleported somewhere secluded where the two of you can sit and snuggle up

𖹭. loves littering kisses all over your face an whispering out his deep love for you

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

𖹭. vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

𖹭. dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

𖹭. hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

𖹭. acrobatic fighting: very flexible and graceful in general, he is able to move his body in a fluid motions and exert his physical form a bit more than others.

𖹭. illusionary trickery: spells that he has taught himself, the ability to cast certain illusions.

𖹭. skilled martial artist: trained from a young age in various martial arts and uses a combination of these in combat.

𖹭. can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper talisen has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

𖹭. elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

𖹭. flexibility: flexible organs and skeleton giving him the movement of a snake

𖹭. hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

𖹭. seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

𖹭. fangs and bite: has retractable fangs that secret certain venoms and a very powerful bite

𖹭. enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

𖹭. stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. oranges: he has a bad allergic reactions to oranges and thus cannot ingest them. he takes medication for this upon contact

𖹭. lizards: he has a phobia of lizards and cannot look at them. this can result in him fainting in some instances

𖹭. claustrophobia: fear of small or confined spaces

𖹭. apples: he has a mild apple allergy

𖹭. horses: a very bad allergy to horses, he could get hospitalised if he does not take his medication.

𖹭. fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting

𖹭. loud noises: he cannot handle very loud noises at time, specifically people screaming. this can either send him into states of shock or worse — can cause him to go into states of deafness.

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

𖹭. fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. rishen herrera: best friend, boyfriend.

𖹭. alessio arias: frenemy

𖹭. javier herrera: mentor, boss.

𖹭. rishima singhania ( herrera ): mentor, boss.

𖹭. lucía herrera: close friend, ( “older-brother” friendship )

𖹭. shimada takara: close friend.

𖹭. takashima takeya: close friend

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father, enemy, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: younger brother, irish twin, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào yizé: younger brother, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling, different universe ( verse 9948e )

𖹭. neva ramona: “tìa neva”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9785n )

𖹭. gael herrera: “tío gael”, caretaker, different universe ( verse 9948e )

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

the viper, a highly skilled and well-known member of the order of aetheers and hero of the city of elritea, though behind the mask he is zhao talisen, a reaper uni student wandering a path that feels like it has been walked before — haunted and oddly enough, so incredibly familiar. faces he has never known are ones that he always have. words he has spoken feel like ones that have been before.

what does it mean? he decides to not think too much of it and moves along with the heartbeat of the world, listening intently to the thrum, the breath of the earth and its beauty. inside of him there is an undying chaos, forced to be repressed out of fear of what it may erupt into if he ever allows it to let loose.

can he let himself loose? can he really allow himself to crumble into the chaos and let it overtake his senses — what would the cost of that be? he would rather not know.

so he keeps moving, denying himself breaks, denying himself the chance to take a moment to breathe, a constant itch inside of him growing worse as time passes — as if it is a warning, trying to prevent him from going down paths of the fallen.

at the eye of the storm that rages within, an undying urge to protect dwells.

but what is it he wants to protect exactly?

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is a university student majoring in literature who also takes theatre, astrophysics and biochemistry.

𖹭. he plays the harp.

𖹭. has a watch that can transport him across dimensions.

𖹭. has a cat named beauregard oliver the 7th arch king of death.

𖹭. he is fluent in csl & asl.

𖹭. he can speak chinese ( mandarin ), spanish ( latin american ) and is learning hindi.

𖹭. talisen, despite being very academically smart, is as a matter of fact a goldfish when he isn’t in class.

𖹭. talisen used to be almost deaf in both ears before he got his snake powers, which is why he often feels overwhelmed by his new ability to hear. for this, he was given hearing aids that adjust the amount of sound he can hear, to help him feel comfortable in loud environments. his ears are very sensitive without his hearings aids and may make him prone to anxiety attacks.

𖹭. he has a scythe, rish, which has the ability to paralyze on strike.

[harpieisthecarpie]

I really, truly adore fics where Character A does visual art (maybe secretly) as a hobby and their feelings for Character B are revealed through pieces A's created of B. So much its my lifeblood.

But I feel like when A draws, their art style is almost always implied to be representational and realistic. 1:1 sketches in a notebook. And as a fic writer who's understanding of art is very second hand, I get it dude. I feel you /gen

I do love naturalism, don't get it twisted!! (I shan't milord /ref) But there's a lot to explore with styles, techniques, & subject matter. Soooo

I have some proposals that might better fit your ships/blorbos of choice. Or just be fun!

Artist ship fic prompts/ideas:

A hates portraiture. Haaaates drawing people. Doesn't make no damn sense. They love doing still-lifes & landscapes (objects & places) though, and their feelings for B are revealed in how many of their pieces are of B's objects, objects B gave them, or important places in their relationship.

A hates drawing people, but loves drawing animals. Animal forms just make sense, and they're cooler! They keep drawing 2 animals together over & over, and those animals have a striking resemblance to A and B....

A does animal focused drawings typically seen as "cringe" in the mainstream. This is my Warriors OC it's a medicine cat like you're a medic. This is how we'd look as a cool dragons. I love you.

A is struggling financially and has started doing furry art (maybe they're a furry themselves). They've refused to accept what they see as handouts, or don't want to owe favors, so B commissions A to design them a fursona. And keeps commissioning them. Perhaps even anonymously. Sugar Daddy but if that daddy were a meerkat/raccoon hybrid.

A has a very cartoony or simplified style, and when drawing their friends they must choose what to emphasize or simplify. What A thinks their most easily recognizable elements are. B has some self-perception & self-esteem issues, but seeing what A focuses on makes them look at themselves in the mirror differently.

A has synesthesia and all their works that B is drawn to are actually how A perceives B's voice. Laughing, singing, talking fondly, even screaming.

Abstract or color-focused artist A. You are yellow to me because yellow is the happiest color. You keep changing colors in my mind's eye because you're always showing me new sides of yourself. This is your motif, it is in all of my works.

I am the kiki to your boba, and I think that's beautiful.

A does mixed media or collages, and they keep putting in physical elements from their life with B. Music sheets of B's favorite songs, corners from letters B's written, receipt paper from late-night diner trips, etc.

B is very expressive or physically active. They move through the world with intensity. So when A needs practice with gesture drawing, their chosen subject is usually B.

B is the only person who can accurately guess what the hell A's trash sculptures are supposed to mean (or they help them come up with fake meanings to please an art prof).

Here's a little bird paperweight I made. I love you. Here's a clay figurine of your favorite video game character. I love you. Here's a piece that's too flawed to sell, but you thought it was cute so have it. I love you.

I only ever doodle in the margins of my notebooks but our little doodle selves are going on an adventure. Also all these singular eyes are based on yours.

Hmm this got away from me. Maybe I should actually write fic,,,, nah.

If anyone sees this and likes any of it, feel free to use or just ramble about ur blorbos in reblogs/comments. Or add on with ur own ideas!!!

[yeuheart]

HIIII I SAW UR IDOL HCS AND CAN YOU MAKE HCS OF THE READER GOING TO ONE OF THEIR CONCERTS AND THEY STAN THEM AND THE BOYS DONT EVEN KNOW OF THEIR EXISTENCE???

HIII, I’m assuming u mean the ones in the post!

Isagi Yoichi

It was probably really difficult to get tickets to his concert. But you got one somehow, not to mention it was a tiny bit expensive. You got the one with the fan sign though luckily.

The concert in general was really cool although there might’ve been some annoying fans who wouldn’t stop holding their signs up in the air blocking your view.

You really liked the concept of everything, from the stage to his outfit. Everything fit really well. He looked unreal onstage, it was hard to believe you were actually at his concert.

The fan sign was one of the most exciting things because you actually got to talk to him and get his autograph. He was really nice but a little awkward.

He probably did something embarrassing onstage and you got it on camera. Unnecessarily funny for no reason.

If he dyed his hair the dye was probably dripping making him look really cool and probably fit the concept outfit (depends). Most likely went in his eye and that’s when he did something embarrassing.

Had a small voice crack while singing but it’s okay cause he made up for it with the rest of the performance.

Chigiri Hyoma

You got tickets as a birthday gift, and it was a front row seat. (that’s literally ur fav person now).

His outfit complimented his hair nicely, and every time he moved, his hair was just flowing with him making him look ethereal. Bros gonna be on your mind 24/7 now. (Best visual ong)

He did a move ahead of the others by accident and didn’t notice until after.

Also his outfit made the whole performance the best you’ve ever seen. Depending on the dance the outfit was loose and had those ribbon things that were honestly the main part of his outfit that put everything together.

The stage had glitter falling and it was so cool (ref to txts’ Farewell, Neverland)

Honestly gave the best performance you’ve ever seen, and has the best ending fairy you’ve ever seen (ty to the stylists fr)

Hiori Yo

Your friend probably gave you the ticket cause they couldn’t go in the end.

Definitely was singing one of his sadder songs.

His stylists put him in this one shirt that had a ripped heart in the back. It fits the concept well though. You don’t think you’ll ever get over him in that shirt.

His hair was a little grown out too!

The stage concept was dark but the beat of the song was honestly kind of happy sounding.

And there was this one part in the performance where the others were surrounding him and they did this thing with their hands to resemble holding him back or smth. The next day there were so many videos of that part.

He was probably doing that thing where he came down from the stage and high-fives people and you got a high five or even a heart. You probably were in shock that you got lucky.

[helluva-world-innit]

So...they are finally here...the height charts! At least of the main Hazbin Crew (bonus Mimzy; idk about Baxter yet). These are the final designs for me but, as I improve my art skills, I may change some things around I couldn't accomplish when I first started drawing them.

I will do actual character ref pages at some point now that I have their designs (mostly) finalized. I still wanna tweak them a little, ngl, but that will have to wait until I draw them a few more times (and probs after I do the height charts for the Helluva Crew too; everyone else will be sporadic af).

Anyway, since I got a flight soon and can't sleep, let's talk about some of the changes I made for everyone as well as how they got to be where they are now, hm? Sidenote: I have decided the events of this story will take place in 2052 for...reasons. Sidenote sidenote: I went with the original Sin colors for the Rings so Wrath is red, not Pride. Greed is gold, etc., etc.

So, Charlie (Charlotte Lucinda Isadoros) Morningstar has more texture in her hair this time around and I made the stitches on her coat obvious just because I thought it looked more slapdash that way. She's slim to the point of not really having much of a figure (much like her father; they are almost copies of each other but it's because he really didn't use anyone else's "genes" for her) so she gave her coat a little bit of shape to the hips but she still largely wears more masculine clothing. Like most of her extended family, Charlie isn't too hung up on being perceived as strictly male or strictly female, though her title is Crown Princess of Hell (Luci just thinks it sounds cuter, but Charlie doesn't object to people naming her as Crown Prince of Hell either). Age: 222

I already kind of did a rundown for her deal earlier on this blog so lets move on to...

Vanessa Chavez Hernandez Fell into the vicious Ring of Wrath upon her death during the Salvadoran Civil War in 1986. Fun fact: She and Alastor are some of the only Sinners that go by their given names. Everyone else's name tends to be a chosen one. Vannie died fighting on the side of the Farbundo Martí National Liberation Front (FMLN). She was caught and killed with so much (understandable) rage inside that it led to her dropping into Wrath Ring. US soldiers killed her peasant farmer parents in cold blood in front of her when she was 14 for the belief they were aiding the Front with weapons. Her father actually was, but her mother was not aware of any of it. As a result, Vannie dedicated her life to killing as many soldiers and government officials as possible instead of leaving for the States with her older sister. She was killed by beheading at the tender age of 20.

Vannie has been devastating her fellow Sinners in combat ever since. All to avoid being taken for torture practice by the bloodthirsty Ringmaster, Satan, should she lose a fight. Most of the armor pieces she wears are handed down from other fallen warriors, bequeathed to her or surrendered upon her victory. I originally wanted to base her on a Death's-Head Hawkmoth but decided to go with a Banded Skipper moth instead (we don't gotta be that edgy here now). They tend to have quick, skip-like movements and Vannie is very agile to make up for her small stature.

Vannie is very level-headed usually, but when her eyepatch comes off, Blind Rage takes hold and she will not lose focus on a target until they stop moving or perish. She was captured and sold as fodder for the arena, à la Thor in Thor: Ragnarok, and, she quickly grew into a crowd (and Satan) favorite. Joins up with Charlie after being liberated for the rehab project. The fact that Charlie's really cute and has a pout that can put puppies to shame probs had a hand in that decision.

Cherry Bomb! The gal, the legend, the agent of unrestrained chaos. A Brisbane native, Cherry fell to Gluttony in 1987 when punk was dying down, but "be gay, do crimes" was still more than an empty slogan. She got blown up while attempting to steal some food from a grocery store, and, like the cockroach she is, she got back on her two four feet in Hell and stole directly from Beezlebub's gardens instead.

I decided to make her look more diy punk and gave her a mullet. Why? Bitches love mullets is why. And Cherry is very much a lover of the bitches. Based her on a Giant Burrowing Cockroach too, which burrows, as its name suggests. This makes Cherry hella good at tunnels and underground infiltration but she also has a knowledge of how to build explosives as well from her time hanging with her more reckless, anarchist buds back on Earth. Her father (he's become an informant and dealer in Hell), regularly threatens her and Angel to get her to build and develop new ways to take out his competition in Greed (including even Moxxie's father). She was just about 28 when she died.

Since we're going in Ring order here, Sir Pentious is next. This cordial king cobra slithered down to Greed Ring in 1888 (aged 30) after his ambition cost him everything: his inheritance, his family, and ultimately, his life. At age 15, Sir Pen had had enough of just reading about machinery and decided to begin building some of his own. Upon entering a late puberty, this became harder for him to pursue with the pressures of high society barreling at him at full speed (he's trans). Sir Pen often disguised himself with the help of his younger sister and brother and attended engineering presentations and operation theaters despite his gender assignment at birth keeping him from formal training in engineering. The open disdain his parents showed for his inventive spirit and lack of feminine graces led to him becoming more withdrawn and abrasive to would be suitors. By age 22, no man in the county wanted anything to do with the seventh-born, obsessive, outwardly sexless child of the Lord and Lady Edwards of Dacorum, England.

Dejected by the steadily increasing hostility towards him from his family and fellow aristocrats, Sir Pen's own resentment grew and he retreated to the family summer home to begin developing an easier and painless method for removing "damaged" body parts (because of his own untreated body dysphoria) on the battlefield. Unfortunately, he used members of his own household staff to test it on. He was labelled as insane and was due to be moved to a private asylum owned by a distant cousin, but opted to take his own life instead of staying trapped in a cage of society's making anymore. Sir Pen now spends his days in Hell building various contraptions to help him one day compete in the Circus Games. He aims to win the title and position of Overseer to reclaim some of his old glory. Left him a snake because honestly, lookit him. Baby noodle. Also snakes tend to symbolize betrayal and untrustworthiness in Christian folklore so it fits him well enough.

Nifty is based on a skunk cleaner shrimp (look them up, they're super cute and also known as 'Doctor shrimps' >///<) and fell into Envy for similar reasons to SP. Three shitty husbands led Nifty to have a psychological break. She ended up killing them then turning the gun on herself in her grief after witnessing her final husband's infidelity in 1954 at age 33. I made her a cleaner shrimp since she is the maid/cook of the hotel, more or less, but also tends to clean up any of the messes she, Alastor, and Husk make (they eat people together! Isn't that...sweet?) Gave a bigger version of her to see since I made her so leetle.

Growing up poor in 1920's-30's Korea as the daughter of a Japanese soldier and a Korean sex worker with three younger siblings and lots of local children to look after, Nifty developed an early sense of caretaking and the desire for comfort in the ways of a well-kept home and delicious food (when it could be afforded). She married relatively young (17) to better care for her mother as her health declined until her death in 1946.

With trauma from a lifetime of war, poverty, and spousal abuse/neglect, it really is a surprise that she's remained as sweet as she has. At least on the surface. She worked in several restaurants and estates in the Envy's Ring of Influence upon Falling, but never managed to be appreciated no matter how efficient or hospitable she was. In the end, Nifty was approached by and made a deal with Alastor and has happily served him since.

Husk(er), in comparison to his contracted colleague, Nifty, is big, gruff, and a total softie inside despite looking like something out of a Bram Stoker novel. Husk died at the ripe age of 72 (1979) which is no small feat considering the amount of wars and bloody revolutions his home country (Russia) dealt with during his lifetime. A second born son of a Petrograd (St. Petersburg today) baker, Husk lost his older brother in the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917 (Husk was 10 years old) and has had a difficult relationship with conflict and faith ever since. Between marrying a woman he didn't love, being an awkward and distant father to their only daughter, and deserting during WWII, Husk has more passive demons than most.

After returning home in 1958 from hiding out in South Korea, he spends the remainder of his life gambling and drinking to forget all he's lost and given up. He died after passing out in the snow and Fell to Sloth Ring where he quickly amassed enough power from siphoning the soul energy of others (through their blood) to compete in the Circus Games. He even won it, but immediately regretted this as Belphagor proved to be too demanding of a Ringmaster for the bat to submit to. Scared, full of remorse, and aching for some comfort in the coldest Ring in Hell (he ran to Pride to escape Bel), he was approached by and made a deal with Alastor and has faithfully served him ever since. I made him a vampire bat because it just seems to fit a lot better than a cat with wings (OG Husk's ears always made me think of a bat anyhoo) and it's a sort of nod to his feeling like a drain on others. He's wearing a security hat because he is the security bat. More on that when we get to it.

Angel Dust is Hell's highest grossing pornstar. Such fame comes at a terrible price, however. Angel died at the age of 32 in 1947 (yes, i aged him down a little) after a jealous lover from a rival mob family gunned him down. Before that, Angel used his body to get information and fuel his drug habits, routinely practicing drag and giving the anti-sodomy laws a workout during his life, much to his family's embarrassment. He really wasn't too upset or surprised upon finding himself in the Lust Ring of Hell even if he wasn't too happy about the form he took (Angel is terrified of spiders). After a couple decades of banging and binging, Angel's family slowly began making their way to Hell as well and reunited to form one of the most powerful Sinner gangs around. He tried rejoining them too, only to be brutally beaten and ejected by his father. Back out on the streets, but no longer interested in just getting by anymore, Angel became the perfect target for a predatory Overseer of Lust: Valentino.

For the last 75 years, Angel has been featured in countless porn media (even audiobooks!) and loaned out to every demon Valentino aims to have connections with. If he hadn't met Cherry and formed a strong friendship with her shortly after her Fall, the spider's soul most likely would have Broken long before Charlie got a hold of him. While Angel actually likes his job and enjoys having something he excels at, being bound to an Overseer is a one-way ticket to being ground down into pure soul energy for Hell's use. I kept him a spider because I genuinely have no issues with him being a spider, but the fact that his original design doesn't look like one gives me the fucking pip. Also, he gets even more spidery later. Also, also, I gave him two gold fangs because they're actually just his fangs coated in gold under Valentino's orders. Anything to make him less dangerous since Angel does have venom sacs. the poison can't kill anyone already dead, obviously, but it is extremely painful and lasts for hours. He can also inject a solution that temporarily paralyzes others instead of causing them agony.

Finally, there's Alastor, the only Overseer of Pride Ring. Bound to the King of Hell, Lucifer himself, Al enjoys the kind of power most Overseers can only dream of. I made him a rabbit (actually a Snowshoe Hare) mostly to get away from a culturally appropriated beast (you know what one, I ain't finna name it) and to actually make him even more aggressively cuddleable. I like characters that defy expectations. Also, I grew up with Bugs Bunny like many of you and I love the idea of Al having Looney Toons-ass ways to deal with problems. Like hole magic. Go ahead and laugh, it's funny.

Al died in 1938 after being sentenced to the death penalty (electric chair). He was caught in one of his many, many murders after one sloppy mistake at 39 years old. He was a modestly famous radio host in his hometown of New Orleans, but only after moving away from the city with his mother and stepfather to Chicago from ages 6 to 17. His mother died when Al was 8 and his stepfather's abuse led to him becoming a skilled and emancipated serial killer by 16 years old. He saved whatever he could from victims to feed himself and put himself through speech classes when he learned that a decent living could be made on the radio for someone so obviously of mixed blood. Alastor moved back to New Orleans to start over and took advantage of the more seedy sides of the city to cover up his hunts until his discovery and capture.

Al Fell to Pride and began exploring and hunting in the other Rings, meeting a fellow entertainer in Gluttony (Vox; died 1955). The pair of them hunted together for close to 25 years when an unknown rift formed between them and both competed to win the title of Overseer in the same year. There can only ever be one Overseer per Circus (Lucifer burns the losers to ash with holy fire to keep them from returning), but Alastor and Vox are the first and last dual winners in the 200+ history of the competition. Vox pledged himself to Beezlebub while Alastor pledged himself to Lucifer and the pair have been bitter rivals ever since.

Bonus: Mimzy is an Overseer of Lust Ring that knows all the hot goss and isn't afraid to share it. She died in the 1920s after being thrown from her then-boyfriend's car in the Bronx and getting run over by a trolley. Your girl has seen it all and then some. Now, she runs one of the slickest clubs and makes her soul quota for Asmodeus with young performers of all kinds. She and Alastor became fast friends upon meeting and she's one of the only people aside from Valentino and Velvette to know what his history with Vox is. She's got a giggle in her talk and a wiggle in her walk and I so based her on that mink girl from Animaniacs as well as a little bit of Toot from Drawn Together (who was loosely based on Betty Boop). I just want her to be soft and sultry. *Jon Lovitz voice* Is that so wrong?

Woo, this got fucking loooooooong. Hopefully, I covered just enough to get y'all interested in what else I have planned for these knuckleheads and I'll be back with the Helluva Main Cast for you next time. Bye!

[kiwibirb1]

hhh still not sure on names but whatever greying wings introduction to meetup au (it does not go great) (remember party refers to the entire group bc d&d is built into my soul) (name ref here) (Also, GW!girls are referred to as their nicknames from the get go here but they dont actually get or use them until later)

uh this got long so theres a break now

*The entire party is chilling in a clearing, when suddenly loud wingbeats sound overhead. Everyone immediately stands up, grabbing whatever weapons they have, expecting herons to descend upon them. Instead, something falls out of the sky, a whirlwind of black feathers crashing down with a shout. Everyone looks at each other in confusion, attention returning to the creature as it groans and stands up, black wings stretching out to their full capacity. It brushes itself off, looking up to the sky, seemingly unaware of the people surrounding it. More wingbeats sound, and it smiles up at something it sees, waving and calling out.*

Black(GW!Marcy): Sorry guys, I tripped on something! *Faint shouts come from the sky, something along the lines of "How do you trip while flying!?", and it laughs, finally taking in it's surroundings. It makes eye contact with Psych, and freezes, wings immediately drawing inwards, becoming nearly invisible in the blink of an eye.* Black: O-oh. Sorry. I didn't see you. U-um, don't worry, I'm with a pure- Vagabond: Another one!? Seriously!? How many alternate universes are there? WV!Marcy: Even the core doesn't know that. Black: Uh, am I interrupting something or- *Their [Black] gaze travels to WV!Marcy, and they suddenly breaks off in speech.* You look just like me! But you don't have wings, I didn't think that was possi- *Their speech gets cut off once again, but this time it is by flurry of white and grey feathers, which fall away to reveal two girls, looking to be around 15, just like the first, standing protectively over the black-haired one.* Grey(GW!Sasha): They're with us. Wait- who the fuck are you and why do you look exactly like Anne? *She points her newly drawn sword at Sapphire, eyes narrowed in a glare. White(GW!Anne), places a hand on her shoulder, but her eyes are hardened as well, widening as she looks around the camp.* White: You all look like us. But some of you are old. And none of you have wings. *Heron steps forward, and Grey and White step back, wings spreading as if to hide Black, who's head peeks out curiously, but seems comfortable hidden behind them. Heron: Am sure yer all confused, we all were at firs'. Te start off, Am going to assume yer names are Sasha, Anne, and Marcy? *Grey nods slowly, sword point lowering slightly.* Wonderful. So are we. That damned cat- Domino: Heron your supposed to call it the Guardian, only the other Annes know it's a cat. Heron: Yeah yeah whatever the weird deity thing decided to throw us all together for shits and giggles and Ah guess yer the most recent additions. Black: Why are you Scottish? Heron: WHY DOES EVERYONE SAY THAT?? ToaF!Anne: Yeah yeah we know Heron's Scottish it's weird anyway more importantly you guys got wings? That's cool as shit! How'd you get them? And why are they different colors? *At this comment, Black seems to draw her wings even closer to herself, ducking back down.* White: Uh, everyone has wings? Grey: None of your business. *The clearing goes quiet at the opposing answers, while Grey and White glare at each other.* White: Do you want to get darker? Grey: Oh yeah let's not talk about how grey you were before it reset you huh? *They start to bicker, and Black hesitantly moves away from them, still standing at a distance from the rest of the group. CF!Marcy waves at them, dragging her own girls over as well. Black steps to the side slightly, wings somehow pulling in even smaller, but they doesn't outright leave.* CF!Marcy: Hi, I'm [GIVE ME NAME SUGGESTIONS PLEASE], this is Mouse and [CF!Sasha]. Your's fight a lot too, huh? Black: U-uh yeah, they do, even though we're not really supposed to. They always forgive each other.. afterwards though... *They trail off, eyes locked on the other's wings* CF!Sasha: Okay since neither of them answered, why are your guy's wings different colors? Just like a normal wing-person thing? *Black winces, but sighs, answering.* Black: First, we're angels, not "wing-people". And when you sin, your feathers grey, but it can be undone if you're forgiven. That's why Sasha's are so dark. Anne got reset by the Guardian, which is why she's nearly pure white. Mouse: Okay, but why are you black? Black: ...I was getting to that. When you commit an unforgivable sin, or at least one that is perceived as so, you fall. Black wings are the mark of a fallen angel. CF!Sasha: Damn, what did- *CF!Marcy cuts her off, as Black folds her wings inwards, over her head.* CF!Marcy: I want you to think long and hard about the common factor. CF!Sasha: Oh. Sorry. Black: It... It's fine, I'm used to it. This is actually the uh best reaction I've gotten so...