#my pride nothing

[madamudeeaaarr]

I've been roamin' around, always lookin' down at all I see Painted faces fill the places I can't reach You know that I could use somebody

that lioness from the my pride series

didn´t like the writting but i like her

[dreamcreature22]

Just some Redesigns and Reimagined characters i made from the animated series “MyPride”,

•Nothing: I wanted her design to reflect more of her father, now she has most of his colors, Quickmane actually manages to tear her front leg off during his attack, and blind her on the same side, now, instead of saying the weird line about Asra, Nothing is actually saved by one of Kansu’s thunderstorms, Sharptonge and Powerstrike find them during the storm, and Sharptonge proclaims that if he lays a paw on Nothing again, he will have to deal with the fury of their goddesses, and so Nothin’s life was spared. (Also, Nothing is Pansexual in this rewrite)

•Starmane:I wanted to make him more bulky, and give him a little more features, he actually lost his eye as well (I know, this would leave the cast with 3 blind characters, but that angry snout needed something more), in this rewrite, Starmane didn’t got his title as mane by conquest, he was actually a Nomane chosen by Embermane as a ward of sorts, believing him to be a good fit to lead his pride and daughters after him.

•Powerstrike: The oldest of Sharptongue and Embermane’s daughters.

•Spark/Sparkmane: That’s just an idea of how Spark (the Spark in my AU) could have looked like if he had survived into adulthood, in this AU, Spark and Nothing are the only cubs of Starmane and Powerstrike, Spark dies as a cub, so this design was just for fun ☺️☺️

[theboysfromaustin]

Doing a rewatch

[rosia4309]

Heya to my very few followers here on tumblr LOL

It's been a little while since I last posted, but for a good reason! Recently I've actually been scripting and drawing buffer for my upcoming comic, Whirling Feathers, and I'm very excited to share it! Regarding ST, that should be back soon! I'm just currently on hiatus to prevent burnout. Expect it to come back either late February or early March!

Here's some art of a redesign that @/quasarrulerr on Instagram did of the protagonist of My Pride! The flowers are the demigirl flag <3 She's a pretty girl, I love her. (Note: I don't support nor condone the creator of the series or the series itself. The creators' actions are not acceptable, keep that in mind.)

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

just two gays taking the muggle subway 🌕🍒

i hope someone knows abt this meme or else i’ll feel very stupid…anyways, close ups:

[yokyoaaa]

Saw ppl on tiktok roasting the hell out of newborns and i think that’s a dedede thing to do

[yawnderu]

CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.

Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.

“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 

Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.

Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 

Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  

And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 

“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 

Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.

Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.

“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.

Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.

His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.

“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 

“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.

[bisclavaret]

trans/form- happy belated tdov!!

[phrysic]

happy pride month but im ace so everyone in spn is on the ace/aro spec now

[smilesrobotlover]

Heh

[cangrellesteponme]

it's pride month so here's your reminder to love and respect aros and aces and all aspecs really

[thesmokinpossum]

If My Body Could Speak, Blythe Baird | The Godfather, Mario Puzo | My Father's House, Sylvia Fraser | To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection, Lynne Shako | Storms from Jupiter, Wanda Deglane | DO NOT REPLY, @filmnoirsbian

[paper-rips]

there is not enough prideduo content on this site and it makes me sad. PLANET'S VIDEO HAS NEARLY 8 MIL VIEWS WHERE YOU BITCHES AT ????

ANYWAYS. fanart.

closeups :]]

alt version under the cut—

thought this ver looked a bit cluttered but eh i'll put it here anyways

[cloverstellar]

kind of a tragedy when you view a ship as platonic and literally everyone else takes it as romantic or vice versa

[galacticsabc]

"Would you care to dance with me, Lady Josephine?"

[blaithnne]

I like how I gave Frida two flags when she only needed one, meanwhile David has to squish both flags together. To be fair, it’s just like Frida to be incredibly organised and bring multiple back up flags, and for David to panic and not do that.