#noodly talks

[n00dlerdoodler]

A headcanon I have that really proves my obsession with diving into characters and concepts with less than five minutes of screen time is that the hat that Armin's grandpa gave him when he was drafted was the same that Armin wore in this episode in season 4

[swordsandspectacles]

Things I didn’t expect from Aura’s playthrough; for her to sit up and go “Oh hey there-“ @ Argent

Ramblings under the cut

These were all meant to be longer but I’m still figuring out a lot and - comics aren’t a thing I can really do. I’m learning.

THINGS I LIKE before I start to muse on the nature of Aura’s bisexuality

-Aura’s speed bubbles cut her off from Argent and Ortega. This is ! Intentional. I felt clever about it.

-Light through blinds like cage/prison bars on Aura and Argent, but not Ortega.

- Argents sword at opposite angles to the bridge cables! It’s satisfying. The arm + sword should probably have like a 5° clockwise angle shift though. Argents taking up very little space in the panel but the hand/sword breaks through, she’s so imposing, suddenly, she’s breaking the border, and the bridge cables are sort of like a net around Maneater. The sword + cables behind her also box her in.

Bonus doodle for sticking with me so far

Aura and Argent are both SHORT.

Also argent gets fluffy angry ghibli hair. I think it would be funny if the hair floofed up when angry tho that’s. A bit of a dead giveaway with the nanovores- anyway———

Aura’s having fun.

She’s! A weird character to play. Mel’s a fallen hero original, Matty isn’t but he fits the world well (he’s sort of a refugee from his original setting and likes to pretend he belongs elsewhere. Aura is too (she’s. She’s his mum in basically every other au) but she plays it off better!

So the whole run is a bit more “let’s! Have fun!” Than actually. Honestly building the character thoroughly. It’s an Au of my oldest oc! My favourite girl! Hell yeah!

Plus in superhero universes she’s usually a bit of a superwoman-sort-of-a-vibe so it’s nice to see her with the gloves off being horrible. Because it does come fairly naturally to her.

But yeah! The “Maneater” moniker lends itself to ‘oooo femme fatale’ but she’s equal opportunities on the eating, she’s bi. Generally in a sort of “lmao doesn’t everybody have crushes on other girls though???” Way, she’s sorta clueless. She’s also got a heavy streak of “I’m here for a good time not a long time so I’m gonna take everything going please and thank you veeery much!” By which I mean I think Chen’s the only person she isn’t making a pass at.

She leans more to attraction towards men, but it’d be like 60/40 if I had to put numbers on it. There are universes where she has like two and a half wives, she’s out here vibing.

[supernormalblogname]

the way you do people slurping up tentacles is so good especially along with the small throat budges, you're very good at what you do

WAH thank you !! .. i still feel quite unconfident with drawing vore (& swallowing is the part im like. the Least confident abt lol) so i appreciate it verymuch

[cerealforkart]

Lee is a rotting thing. He has magic and power limited only by his lack of imagination and practice, but there are no blessings without curses, and magic hates it’s children. Someday the same rot that gives him his power will devour him from the inside out. His only chance at survival comes in the form of Mothwood, the man said to live forever. Mothwood is also a rotting thing. The only rotting thing the rot has never managed to claim completely, and he won’t tell anyone how.

Read my webcomic on its own site or here! Pages update 2 at a time on Fridays!

[ko-fi]

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[drowsystarlight]

How about #20 for Sam? Or 21, you pick. I need entertainment at work and blorbo analysis is always entertaining 😊

Ykw why not both i have a single answer for each anyway LMAO

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Okay this one is like, very bitch basic but I thought of it a while back and it just Fit so—tada, College AU! A what-if timeline where Sam Yao, a struggling Engineering student, is in the same university as Halcyon Clarke (my Five), who is studying a Multimedia Arts course. I was thinking they probably know each other since my Five would be famous as a track and field athlete, and Sam is in the school’s broadcasting (or radio? Dunno) club and is one of the main hosts in there. On Day Zero, they find each other after having the idea of locking themselves in an empty room, and they basically survive together since then. They’d also find Abel together and after Five turns mute, Sam interprets for their sake since he’s been with them the longest. Basically: what if they’ve been traveling and living together since Day Zero? Friends to lovers 300k words mutual pining soulmates kind of shit

21. Turning points in their life

I think a major turning point in Sam’s life is, 1) finding the radio booth in his school and figuring out that he loved doing that, 2) every single time he got called a disgrace and compared to his sister, 3) having to kill his parents in Day Zero, and 4) falling in love + losing Alice Dempsey. Also doing engineering and fucking hating it, but that’s part of number 1 in the list.

Most of these are self-explanatory and explored by Sam himself in AVITD except for number 2 and 4! I think that’s where his low self-esteem comes from, and why he’s adamant on being Useful to Abel without being a runner. Janine mostly touches his nerves about this (unintentionally though) bc her trying to do his job for him kinda pokes that little painful spot about his dad saying he’s useless and Not Good Enough. He makes up for it by being friendly, and doing his job as much as he could (even if he’s sick), and appearing as a positive beacon to others regardless of how he really feels. I also feel like being compared to Nadia makes him crumble on the inside too but he just braves through it :’(

As for 4, it’s pretty simple. He fell in love and then lost that person. That’s a cruel way to learn that loving someone that much in the apocalyptic world is a double-edged sword, so he’s a lot more careful and in denial of his feelings the next time it comes around, in hopes that he won’t make that “mistake” again.

[lesbomaticlove]

ive talked about it before but i wanna talk about it again and that's

body types in drawing especially in terms of one piece characters

and i know its because official art presents them all the same but it just does not feel right to me, y'know? especially when i look at fanart and it looks like they just drew the same body multiple times with different faces (talent in that yes but god change it up a bit PLEASE)

like with my style i like to draw semi-realistic cartoon type beat, and that means im thinking about an abstract of shape language in the way that i present the characters. i consider their fighting styles and workouts when i think about what their body type would be, not just for op ive done this with mha and jjk characters too because god dammit gege, maki deserves bulkier muscles for her efforts

so here it is. my analysis of more semi-realistic designs for these characters. all my opinion and not meant to be a call out to anyone.

also, not including the women because we all know how unrealistic they look and i dont need to explain that to you im begging just use reference.

LUFFY

rubberhose arms are ESSENTIAL in his design so when i draw him, i never put too much definition in his muscles. real definition should be reserved for gears that alter his muscles

noodly arms and stick ass legs that is his Charm thank you i dont need super definition

ZORO

on the opposite end of the spectrum, zoro.

though, i see many people draw him more bodybuilder silhouette when he should be powerlifter silhouette, youve SEEN how this man works out. stereotypical bodybuilder physique that's all muscle and no fat is EXTREMELY UNHEALTHY TO MAINTAIN and you know theres no damn way sanjis letting someone on the ship watch their weight for the sake of visuals. he should be defined and bulky, but softer edges on the abs.

USOPP

Speaking first on pre ts, what does he excel at most? long range weapons and running.

obviously he gets proper strength training during timeskip, but i really think the best representative for him is olympic sprinters

muscular, but still pretty skinny

SANJI

hear me out. ballet physique.

i see him drawn w the same physique as Zoro and it just feels so wrong. he doesnt train his upper body, so most of his definition would be in his core and legs. not to mention his flexibility tracks with that.

maybe ill come back with a figure study on these later to fully show how it translates into my drawings but. for now. tumblr wont let me add any more images to this post

[alexlwrites]

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: OT7xReader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:   The one where, after living abroad for years, you move back to Korea and your old high school friend Namjoon offers you his place to stay while you get settled, casually forgetting to mention that: a) he still had a massive crush on you. b) he lived with six other guys.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, College AU, angst if you squint.

°•. ✿ .•°

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐎𝟑 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

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Part 12 - What?

(<<< part 11)

Jin is sick.

Full on sick, bed-ridden, will-written (he left everything to his family dog, hoping to install chaos even in his after life), shivering in his near death state.

To sum up his pitiful state, Jin had the flu.

As the eldest, he was always thrown into the role of caregiver and he truly didn’t mind. Jin thrived knowing that his friends were well-fed and taken care of and the apartament wasn’t a pit of despair, dirty laundry, testosterone and food poisoning. Taking care of others filled him with prime and a beaming sense of purpose. He liked his loved ones happy and, furthermore, he liked being the one to provide said happiness, whether for his amazing cooking abilities or gentle, refined comedy.

But now, nearing the end of his life by the hands of a sneeze that just wouldn’t snooze, he regretted spoiling his dongsaengs rotten, because none of them had a single clue on how to help him or, at the very least, not worsen his state. 

Namjoon’s voice echoed from the kitchen, a place he had been previously banned from, but brought back to in those desperate times “How much sugar do I put in this?”.

Nevermind. Jin wasn’t that desperate. 

“None!” he coughed , feeling his soul leaving through his mouth as he hacked his lungs out “It’s a soup, you tall noodly buffoon.” 

“What’s going on?”

Jin turned his red, teary, tortured eyes towards the door, where you stood with your backpack, taking off your shoes.

Namjoon scurried from the kitchen, seemingly untormented by the cloud of smoke left behind him and the alarming wheezing sound that foreshadowed nothing good.

“Y/N!” he called sweetly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, a brazilian habit he picked up from you, but funnily enough only seemed to use with you “Jin is being mean to me!”

Ugh. As if Seokjin wasn’t sick enough, he was then forced to watch his back-stabbing, sugar and baking powder wielding, Big Bird of a friend drape himself over your much smaller and much less Sesame Street looking body.

Jin wasn’t in his clearest state of mind, so he didn’t stop to ponder on the implications of the ache in his chest and the twisting sensation in his stomach at the sight, chalking it off as one of the symptoms of his imminent doom and not at all a sign for something much bigger and catastrophic.

“Why are you being mean, Jinnie?” you asked as you removed the koala-like grip Namjoon had on you and put away your stuff.

“He’s trying to poison me” he croaked from his pitiful burrow in the L shaped couch “Putting sugar in the soup.”

“Joonie, please we have talked about this. More than once.” Jin couldn’t help but purr with satisfaction as you chastised his lanky friend. Finally, he thought, sweet vindication “Don’t worry, Jin, I’ll get you something to eat.”

Those last few words sounded as if they were whispered from a thousand miles away, barely background noise as Seokjin once more slipped in and out of consciousness.

When he woke up again, there was a cold towel against his forehead and a pleasant smell filled his senses. You stood by his side, holding a bowl of something that smelled absolutely divine and Jin had a short, intrusive thought that this is what heaven looked like.

“Good to see you awake.” you said as his eyes blinked open “Sit up, I made you soup. Sugarless. You should get something to eat.”

Jin stretched his tired body, feeling the dull ache in his muscles complain about the movement. HIs fever seemed to have gotten better, but there was still some uncomfortableness left by his sweaty, snotty state.

Even so, he betted he still looked great. Sexy even, in a plague-esque, victorian child sort of way, like Timothee Chalamet. Hotter, both in looks and temperature, than most men in his life.

“Where’s everyone?” he asked, noticing the empty and unusually silent and peaceful apartament. 

“They left a while ago. Joonie had classes.”

“Ungrateful bastards” he mumbled “I could’ve died since then!”

“From the flue?”

“From resentment!”

You laughed, placing the porcelain bowl carefully in his hands “Trust me, you don’t want any of them taking care of you.”

“Maybe Yoongi.”

“Yeah” you agreed “Maybe Yoongi.”

He ate in silence for a while, watching you make yourself busy around the room, unpacking your school bag and fixing yourself something to eat. “How are you feeling now?” you asked after sometime in quietude.

He coughed, folding over himself as his whole chest heaved in a violent fit. “Better”

Your arched a doubtful brow “You sure?”

Jin raised two thumbs, smile looking like a grimace. 

“Yeah, very convincing except for the snot and smoker’s cough you have” you said, pushing him to lie back on the couch, hands on his burning chest “Stay down, soldier, I’ll take care of you.”

Those words sparked something in Jin’s chest, a sudden rush of fondness and affection that heated his cheeks even more. He had proudly and happily taken the role of caretaker in their friend group and never resented, but there was no denying the warmth that sentence brought him. 

Your relationship with him had always been casual, at best, just exchanging crossed jokes and puns that made no one else laugh but the two of you. And although he liked to joke about your position as his future wife, there hadn’t been many attempts from either parties to deepen your friendship. You were just… Comfortable, Jin guessed. There was no strain to keep a conversation going, no awkward stepping around each other like there usually was in the beginning stages of getting to know someone.

Maybe it was your similarities that made you so at ease around each other, Jin pondered, weirdly contemplative in his pile of sickness by the couch. You were both the funniest people alive, great cooks, caring and exceedingly beautiful indivi- 

Woah, he paused. When did he start thinking you were beautiful - exceedingly so? You were cute, sure, but beautiful? His eyes followed you across the room as you cleaned up the slight mess scattered around the space, accessing your features: lit up eyes, easy smile, soft looking hair and skin that begged for him to reach out and touch…

Jin halted his dangerous line of thinking. Was this a side effect of the flu or an epiphany? Was the pounding of his heart just a sign of the decomposing of his body or just the feeling of unbound gratefulness at being taken care of? Or was it just…

You.

***

You. 

Jungkook thought about your existence within his life half wistfully and half infuriated. You were simultaneously the reason why he had a hard time leaving his room after waking up and paradoxically the current only reason he did. There was nothing new about early mornings with his hyungs hogging the coffee and sleeping on top of the dinner table, but seeing you by the kitchen sink or holding stupid Yoongi’s stupid hands always kickstarted his heart, even if painfully so. He had been living with you for quite a few weeks now and his body and soul had yet to get accustomed to your presence in his routine - still, you were everywhere, from your perfume invading his senses to his Marvels movies he could never watch the same way now that he knew how it felt to see them with your arms around him. 

Jungkook had to act. Not only because he couldn’t hold his feelings inside his surprisingly muscular chest, but also due to the movement he could see happening around the house hold. From Namjoon clinging onto you like a disease, to Hoseok’s threats and Yoongi’s silent plottings, Jungkook knew if he didn’t do something, someone else would.

And he was nothing if not a sore fucking loser. 

So Jungkook got to planning, cataloging everything he knew about you and your routine to come up with the perfect moment to ask you out. He had not gotten as far as considering what he would do if you said yes (start dancing? Yell? Fireworks? Punch Namjoon in celebration? Who fucking knew) but in order to not panic he had to take everything one step at a time and hope for the best, even if his previous relationship histories pointed in a different direction.

On the day he chose as The Perfect Day™, no one was supposed to be home, out having classes, at work or spreading havoc somewhere around campus ( mainly Taehyung and Jimin). No one, except you, enjoying one of your rare days off. 

He had armed himself with an arsenal of your favorite things, from pastries to flowers, one more tube of lipgloss to add to your insurmountable collection and crocheted trinkets he tried to make himself but turned out looking like unidentifiable blobs (he hoped he could charm you with his attempt, at least). He practiced his speech until the words left his mouth automatically, leaving no room for mistakes or blabbing. 

And he hoped, God did he hope, that you would give him the time of your day and spare him of the misery of having you so close and not being able to touch. 

But things started going south as soon as he reached the first step of the stairs up to their apartament and ran face first into Hoseok, carrying a bouquet of roses and a bag from the same bakery Jungkook had just visited.

They stared at each other in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds, seeing but not processing each other’s presence and what it meant until Hoseok said “What are you doing?”.

Jungkook spluttered indignantly, “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what I said I was going to do!” 

“So am I!” 

A second passed and no one moved. One second later, Jungkook bolted up the stairs, followed by his cursing hyung as he hoped that his toned thighs would give him an advantage in the race for your heart.

“I should be the one to ask her out!” Hoseok yelled from five steps behind “I’ve known her the longest!”

“And did nothing!” the maknae replied, starting to break a sweat “It’s my turn! You lost, old man!” 

“Old man? I’m only a couple years older than you! I’m Y/N’s age! Are you calling her old?”

That made Jungkook trip up a step, slowing down his ascent “No! At least I can call her noona! What can you call her, huh?”

“I don’t know what I’m calling her, but I know what I’m calling you when I’m throwing you down the stairs: an ambulance!”

“Better make sure they know how to fix your broken heart when she says yes to me!”

“And if she says no?”

***

And if she says no?

Rejection was never something Jin gave much thought about and he wasn’t about to start now. 

It was less about the belief that no one could reject him (although the concept did seem foreign to most) and more about rejecting the idea of missing opportunities due to fear of rejection. He could move on from being denied something, but never from regretting not taking chances.

And maybe this was a chance worth taking. Maybe, he thought while still observing you from his death bed (the couch), he could allow a joke to grow into something bigger and get to know you a little better. You didn’t have to start dating and then get married right away, but he saw potential in your congruent personalities. 

And what more could he ask from a woman besides a sense of humor and the ability to feed him without poisoning him? The universe had already handed you to him in a platter.

“Y/N” he called softly.

You raised your head from across the room and smiled softly, further finalizing his decision with the way your eyes lit up “Yes?”

“Go out with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock “What?”

“What?”

They turned their heads to the door, where Jungkook was pressed against it with eyes as big as saucers, holding it close with his weight before it burst open to a panting Hoseok and, in the back, an appalled Yoongi stepping out from the elevator.

“WHAT?”

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[ckret2]

QUESTIONS BECAUSE IM TRYING TO DRAW YOUR BILL!!!

A, would you consider bill to have sharp or soft features (talking about facial features mostly I know he's chubby)

B, what is your fav thing about Bill fanart/what would you like to see

C, what is something you would like to see people emphasise most when drawing your bill?

🌹🌹

A. Soft features overall, although I also tend to give him a pointy chin and very straight pointy nose. ("Why?" Triangular.) But if it's too difficult to mix & match those traits without looking too weird (idk what style you're working in), then err on the side of softer.

B. idk, I'm happy to get anything. I'll come back to this one.

C. I feel like recently folks are doing a better job of drawing him fat, but one thing I still don't see much of is people drawing his ridiculous proportions. Probably because his proportions are ridiculous. He's got a really goofily exaggerated pear shape—wide hips and really narrow shoulders—and unexpectedly noodly limbs, because... that's how he looked before he was a human: a torso shaped like an equilateral triangle, with thin noodle limbs. irl his body shape would probably look a little uncanny, so idk if it's possible to draw his body shape in any style more realistic than the cartoony GF style without it looking TOO uncanny; but if it is possible, that'd be neat to see.

But again, just like the first question: if that weird mix of thin bits and fat bits is too tricky to pull off, then err on the side of fat.

B, the sequel: okay I thought of some things I'd like to see.

When my Bill's drawn with other characters, it's usually Mabel or Ford. I'm ALWAYS delighted to see him with Mabel & Ford (I keep writing him with Mabel & Ford) but it'd be cool to see him interacting with some other characters too

I always love it when people put him in new Bill-ish outfits

it's heartwarming seeing people, like, imagine a future for him or imagine where he's going

it turns out it's really fun to find pulp romance novel covers and stick him in one of the poses. Try it out. It's great. The more dramatic the pose the more fun it is

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

*Ruby and Weiss dress Jaune up in a turquoise button up and jeans in a mall*

Ruby: “Yes! We made him hot!”

Weiss: *rolls her eyes but high fived Ruby’s hand anyways* “He was always conventionally attractive. Except when he was noodly. Once he got that broad chest and wide shoulders he became much more attractive.”

Ruby: “How about a hoodie or two?”

Jaune: “I haven’t worn a hoodie in seriously a year or more."

Ruby: “Maybe they aren’t for you. Well, they are for you. But maybe they’re for us.”

Jaune: “What do you want with my hoodies?”

Weiss: “She wants to steal them and wear them to bed.”

Jaune: “Just steal a shirt of mine. I don’t mind.”

Ruby: “But I used to steal your bunny hoodie in Anima and wear that and it was comfortable. And I had it after Mistral and it smelled like you.”

Jaune: “You did?”

Weiss: “She was wearing it all the time in those days after Salem took you in Mistral. I had to rustle her out of it because it started to stink. She was really depressed and your hoodie made her feel better.”

Jaune: “I don’t suppose you also want to wear a hoodie, Weiss? Or will you rise above and resist the urge?”

Weiss: “I might. It was comfortable sleeping in one of your shirts. Why? Do you like it when we wear your clothes?”

Jaune: “It’s a tiny bit sexy seeing you in something I wear with only a bra or nothing on underneath. What isn’t sexy about that?”

Weiss: “No. You should explain. Why does that turn you on?”

Jaune: “Why does leaving love bites on your neck turn me on? It’s a symbol that you’re mine. So is you in my shirt or hoodie I suppose.”

Ruby: “You have to wear them, though. Or else they won’t pick up your smell.”

Jaune: “See?” *points at Ruby* “See that desire to be around my stink? And to smell like me? That’s sexy and a little proud. Like my flag flying over a ship.”

Weiss: “You don’t stink.” 

Jaune: “You knew what I meant. How else can I explain it? It’s a sign that you want me, which is sexy. And it’s a sign that you’re mine, also sexy. Why do you like wearing my clothes?”

Ruby: “Because I’m yours. I like smelling like you and smelling you all the time. I like being wrapped up in your smell. Because I love you. It makes me feel small and safe at the same time.”

Jaune: “That’s sexy. Isn’t it? It’s adorable. And you? Weiss?”

Weiss: “I liked wearing your shirt…”

Jaune: “Why?”

Weiss: “It was comfortable…”

Jaune: “It was huge on you. I thought you might drown in it.”

Weiss: “It’s like you were hugging me.”

Jaune: “If you want a hug I’ll give you a hug. Whenever you want one for as long as you want.”

Weiss: “I want to smell like you. And it’s comfortable. Girl clothes are all uncomfortable. Dresses aren’t comfortable. Yoga pants and bras are tight and uncomfortable. Hoodies are big and comfortable and smell like you. And we like your smell. It’s associated with good memories. Smell is good for memory. What do you want?”

Jaune: “You’re so adorable. Like Ruby is open about it which is cute in it’s own right. But with you I have to pull it out and drag it out like a confession. Is it such a horrible crime to be affectionate and want to wear my clothes?”

Weiss: “You’re teasing me."

Jaune: “All this talk about smell makes you sound like a puppy… Poor little Weiss. Surrounded by people who love her. How will she survive?”

Weiss: “I am not a puppy,”

Jaune: “You’re so adorable. You want to steal my hoodies and sleep in my shirts. Does it make you feel safe too? What am I going to do with you, Weiss?”

Weiss: “I’m warning you…”

Jaune: “I’ll just have to love on you and kiss your forehead and squeeze you tightly. Won’t I?”

Weiss: “Let’s just get him some hoodies and be done with it."

Ruby: *giggles*

Weiss: “And what’s so funny to you? You like wearing his clothes. This was your idea.”

Ruby: “But I admitted it openly.”

Weiss: “I admitted it too!”

Ruby: “So he didn’t have any power over me because I came right out and said it. You were shy and tsundere about it. So you gave him the edge over you. And he’s right. You’re so cute. The way you crave affection and deny it at the same time is adorable. And he and I will do something about it.”

Weiss: “Like what?”

Ruby: “We’ll spitroast you. And shower you with affection.”

Weiss: “If anybody is getting lit at both ends in the bedroom it’s you. You’re the submissive one.” 

Ruby: “But I’m open about it. I accept that I like being dominated. You, on the other hand, try and fight it. But you always let him bend you over and pull your hair. You let him push you down and take you. You love it. But you always try and fight it by being dominant at first. You just can’t seem to accept that you like being pushed around and told what to do.”

Jaune: “At least there’s one place where I’m the boss… You girls love telling me what to do.”

Weiss: “Try this on.” *holds out a hoodie to Jaune*

Jaune: “A little like that.”

Ruby: “Don’t be a ninny and put on a show for us, Jaune. Like a model.”

Jaune: “I’m not a model.”

Ruby: “But you could be."

Weiss: “The hair and the eyes. I hope if we have a boy then he has your hair style even if he takes my hair color.”

Jaune: “Are you saying that you like my hair?”

Ruby: “It’s so much fun to play with." 

Weiss: “Try this one, too.”

Jaune: “Do you like playing with my hair too, Weiss?”

Weiss: “A little. I like running my hands through it.” 

Jaune: “Aw. You didn’t put up any fight that time.”

Weiss: “You want me to?”

Jaune: “It’s adorable when you do. So a little.”

Weiss: “But you also tease me about it?”

Jaune: “As much as I can get away with. Yes.”

Weiss: “Men.” 

Jaune: “What other men do you even know and like?”

Weiss: “Oscar.”

Jaune: “He’s just a boy. Don’t rope him in with me. He doesn’t deserve that.”

Weiss: “Quit it, you.”

Ruby: “No more bad mouthing yourself. I forbid it. It’s forbidden now."

Jaune: “But that’s basically all I do.”

Weiss: “Well, you’ll have to stop I guess. Part of the battle against your illness is not having negative thoughts about yourself. Let alone orally communicating them. Let’s try this one."

Jaune: “What am I going to do with all these clothes you guys are making me buy? I’m still just going to wear pretty much my huntsman get-up around.”

Weiss: “No you’re not. You’re going to wear casual clothes on casual days. You can wear your hunting clothes to work and if they ever call your number for missions but on Saturdays and Sundays you will wear casual clothes and you will like it. I like my hunting clothes too. But I also like wearing casual stuff and I want to steal your hoodies and I want them to smell like you so you better be wearing them.”

Ruby: “Come on, Jaune. You don’t want to just see us in our hunting clothes, do you?”

Jaune: “I could look at you in that tight corset all day long.”

Ruby: “Well I don’t want to wear that tight corset all day long. It’s hard on my boobs.”

Jaune: “I’m hard on your boobs.”

Ruby: “Oh, you! Go try on those hoodies.”

Jaune: *changes into one of the hoodies requested* “Well?”

Weiss: “It looks good…”  

Ruby: “Looks comfy. Is it?”

Jaune: “It’s comfortable. I’d still be more comfortable in one of my tunics.”

Weiss: “Lounging around the house and wearing a hoodie won’t kill you. You enormous baby. Try on the blue one. I think it will match your eyes and make them pop.”

Jaune: *steps back into the changing room and tries on the blue hoodie. Steps out again.*

Ruby: “Who said hoodies can’t be hot.”

Weiss: “The clothes make the man.”

Jaune: “Pretty sure that if I’m hot I’d be hot without the hoodie.”

Weiss: “What do you mean ‘if you’re hot?’”

Jaune: “If I am hot.”

Ruby: “You’re hot.”

Jaune: "Yeah maybe but I can’t be like ‘I’m hot.’”

Weiss: “‘Maybe’ he says. Like pulling teeth.”

Ruby: “Why can’t you say that you’re hot?”

Jaune: “Uh, because I might not be.”

Ruby: “But you are. You’re hot. Can I say that I’m hot?”

Jaune: “Of course. You’re smoking.”

Ruby: “You’re smoking! You can say you’re hot.”

Jaune: “Can’t do it.”

Weiss: “Jaune you’re more than conventionally attractive. It’s not just your personality that attracted us to you. You’re hot.”

Jaune: “Maybe…”

Weiss: “What do you mean ‘maybe?’”

Jaune: "Maybe you think that but not everyone would?”

Weiss: “Most people would say that you’re attractive!” 

Ruby: “He’s just not getting it.”

Weiss: “I know. I know. It’s my fault.”

Ruby: “How?”

Weiss: “He has low self esteem still because I rejected him back at Beacon.”

Ruby: “You can’t blame yourself for that! My gods, you both would blame yourselves for the moon if you could.”

Weiss: “I don’t know about that. He was young and I rejected him and he got this idea that he isn’t good looking. And he is.”

Ruby: “Nope. Not your fault. Jaune is Jaune. I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself for Jaune's poor self esteem. There were a lot of factors that went into this.”

Weiss: “But-”

Ruby: “Nope! Go try on the striped hoodie, Jaune.”

Jaune: *walks back into the changing room and tries it on* "So?”

Weiss: “Yeah. I like it.”

Ruby: “Me too. I think I like this one the most. DIbs on this hoodie.”

Jaune: “I haven’t even worn it for five minutes."

Weiss: “He could be a model for it. Put that in a poster and ship it. It would sell like hotcakes.”

Jaune: “What am I trying on next?” 

Weiss: “Some shirts and jeans and sweatpants. A full wardrob."

Jaune: “Do I really need all that?”

Weiss: “Why not? Where are you going?”

Ruby: “Move in with us to stay. You don’t need to live light anymore. You can relax and unwind. I know it’s hard. You're coiled up like a spring ready to fly at any time but you don’t need to with us.”

Jaune: "Sure. Fine."

[ancientbygone]

simulacra 2 [this place will become your tomb]

[sundowning] [tmbte]

Sleep's mimics of the vessels (sans iv) from the TPWBYT time period. we finally got there. because of the guitarist change, the iv that stayed hasn't been there long enough for Sleep to figure him out. iii, however, finally grew on Him by then.

design breakdown under the cut:

[obligatory “when talking about the vessels, i’m talking about characters” disclaimer]

if you’re unfamiliar with the main idea, please check out the TMBTE post & the Sleep lore post.

TPWBYT, to me, is a period of uncertainty. a fresh suicide attempt, surgery, Sleep trying to break Vessel and then mold him in His image. confusing. dissociating. there's a reason why no form Sleep takes has a solid body (except for "ii") - everything is hazy, everything floats and dissipates and comes back wrong, unfamiliar. Sleep, during that time, is mostly an ocean, either spread out thin to appear terrifying or, later on, a deep dark menace.

"Vessel"/Vessel mimic

a watery death. while the Sundowning version of Sleep turns upwards towards Heaven, TPWBYT's "Vessel" drips down heavy, trying to drag Vessel deeper and deeper. it moves by floating, flowing from one space to another, but there's a visible heaviness to it still. everything bleeds into each other, everything is indistinguishable in origin; the only parts that have some semblance of definition are the hood and the hands. it's a constant reminder to Vessel: how much of his own blood he has spilled, how many regrets he drags alongside himself.

"ii"/ii mimic

trapped in a bubble, wrapped up in himself. "ii", while the only one possessing a relatively solid body (that of a spotted moray), still floats in the same realm of haziness as the rest. as the real ii is pulled deeper and deeper into trusting Sleep with whatever he's doing with Vessel, fearing potential consequences, "ii" morphs into a timid creature. his head is a bubble, although opaque and impenetrable, and his arms, while elongated and noodly, are wrapped entirely around his body. this, too, is a mockery.

"iii"/iii mimic

Sleep finally knows what iii is like, what Vessel, using his newfound power, arguably morphed him into. "iii" is largely based on the purple-striped jelly, but that inspiration is mostly visual - the frills, the flashiness, the colors (even though they don't actually come through, it's about the mental association). iii came because he saw something in Vessel, something that lured him in so easily, and now Vessel is an idol for iii to obsess over and pursue through worshiping him, mostly, rather than Sleep. the humanoid arms of "iii" are a decoy - as soon as Vessel gets too close, it will attempt to wrap around him with its numerous tendrils. it moves by floating, too, and does so more way more gracefully than the other mimics, oftentimes twirling and imitating ballroom dance moves.

[variousqueerthings]

it's hard being a ray vecchio fan when every screenshot or gifset out of context doesnt adequately represent the extreme depth of feeling he has pretty much every time he talks to fraser and like yes you're literally watching the human embodiment of gonzo the muppet fondly sugar daddying an autistic canadian model for two seasons just because, but crucially he also has bedroom eyes and his voice matches his face in a way that runs the range from very funny to extremely emotionally devastating and he has beautiful hands and he carried fraser for a full day on his back so he's not even that noodly. he just wears stupid padded jackets 😭

but yes. i am enamoured with human!gonzo

[n00dlerdoodler]

I'm a simple girl that has been dying to cross over the hunger games, the poppy war, attack on titan and omniscient reader's viewpoint. And oh you bitches won't know what hit you when I do

[the-violet-galaxy]

~Sigh~

I tried to hold off on talking about a negative opinion, but today's episode was kinda a straw that broke the camel's back for me, and I gotta say something.

I hate that the Show is legitimately making New Moon inferior to Old Moon. This isn't even an opinion anymore, it's basically canon -- the way they've written it, Old Moon is genuinely better than New Moon in every single way, from brains to morality.

Old Moon is much smarter, more intelligent and cunning, his technological skills are SO much better than Nexus's. Moon looks at everything Nexus has ever built and LAUGHS at it and mocks him and calls him a bad builder -- there isn't a single thing he's impressed by, or even one kind of technology that New Moon is matched with him in skills at or slightly better at. (And the other characters tacitly agree, especially Sun.) He's also more cunning because in one swoop he snagged Ruin's signature to find his spaceship, and is schooling Ruin in terms of making a deal with him -- something New Moon was not capable of doing.

This is especially egregious because of the episode "A Talk With Past Moon." (This episode has noticeable bad retcons. In recent episodes, Old Moon says he received none of New Moon's memories or information. But during "A Talk With Past Moon" he knew EVERYTHING that had happened during New Moon's life, and referenced a lot of it. In recent episodes they go too hard with the gag of Old Moon not knowing anything that had happened in the past year, which is annoying because in A Talk With Past Moon he KNEW everything that had happened.) So during A Talk With Past Moon, Old Moon knew everything about New Moon's life, and thus knew about the things New Moon had built, his technological capabilities, and how smart New Moon was when dealing with enemies. And in that video, Old Moon says to New Moon: "Oh by the way! You've never been Inferior, you've been holding yourself back out of fear." Old Moon meant that when he said it. Therefor, this shows that Old Moon viewed New Moon is smart -- he considered him as smart as himself, or smarter in his own ways....

...But in recent episodes he's literally using the word "inferior", calling him stupid, a bad builder -- treating New Moon like a limp noodly punching bag.

New Moon isn't stupid. But the Show is now written so that it's canon he was stupid.

AND THEN, all the projects that New Moon was involved in, Old Moon sweeps in and is solving them instantly. New Moon isn't even allowed to keep the wins he DID achieve. OLD MOON is fixing Dazzle's broken body after one glance where New Moon couldn't do it in weeks. He's throwing everything New Moon built into the trash or calling it all badly designed.

They couldn't even let New Moon have an easy win/throw him a bone: When Old Moon looked at New Moon's garage lab, he sees the slot machines and starts mocks them; Sun suggests "maybe he converted them to look inconspicuous, so it'd be hidden...?" and Moon replies "No, I can tell they're just slot machines." Really......??? Why couldn't they have given New Moon this ONE win? Old Moon could have looked around and been like "Ah! All this stuff looks like it's just a normal garage, but there's a TON of hidden tech in here. Not bad, not bad." New Moon couldn't just have that?? It has to be another moment for Old Moon to go "incompetent, incompetent, an incompetent version of me......"

The straw was in today's episode where Moon talked to Nexus. Moon spends the whole time laughing at Nexus. There isn't a single moment where he feels attentive or like he's on alert from a threat. And later when Moon talks to Sun, he's dismissive of Nexus and says "ehhhh I think he's trying to match wits with me. Didn't turn out well for him." My guys, if Nexus IS GOING to be a villain (godIhatethisplot), then why can't Nexus, like... actually HAVE something?? Like why can't Old Moon sound just a little bit concerned with the idea that they have a new threat?? Cuz if no one is intimidated by him, why should we the audience worry about him? (Especially since the Show has made Old Moon the infinitely superior Moon. Since we're shown New Moon was SOOOOOO incompetent, then who is even worried? We know Old Moon is gonna spank Nexus like a toddler when they meet.)

What I'm getting at is I hate that New Moon is written to be stupid. Because he's not stupid. It's like they retconned his brains, his own skills, and his own accomplishments away. It isn't fair that they've written him to be stupid and dumb and laughable in the face of Old Moon's impeccable unbeatable genius.

New Moon shouldn't be put down so much just to prop Old Moon up.

(One idea that scares me is they might do something with this and New Moon's arc of "you DON'T have a legacy and don't need to live up to Old Moon!" and by the end Nexus will use this all as a learning experience where he'll be okay not being as smart as his past self. Now to be clear, New Moon DOESN'T need to compare himself to Old Moon, and he never needed to prove himself, this is true. However, when the arc is set up this way to where New Moon is written to be SO LAUGHABLY WORSE than Old Moon, and Old Moon is laughing in his face, then I have a problem with the idea New Moon could just have to lay down and say "yep that's correct, you're factully smarter than I ever could be! And I'm fine with that" after Old Moon insulted everything about him.)

This arc exhausts me, guys. I tried to find things to keep positive about with this arc but I can't. I'm not even a person who thinks Nexus was treated overly bad by his family (he made choices, he gets consequences, at the same time he was manipulated so if he put in the work he could come back), but the WRITING that paints him as canonically stupid almost feels like reading a hatefic at this point. I genuinely did not want Old Moon to come back, period. I love New Moon more than Old Moon and I don't want New Moon to be permanently lost in his Nexus identity. (I'll cut up a part 2 to explain why Old Moon coming back messed up New Moon's arc.)

[augochlorini]

presents to you the most wet noodle oc I've ever drawn...........

He's... he's like fuzzy spaghetti. Wait, that's gross. He's NOT like fuzzy spaghetti.

Little bit of info dumping below the cut!

This is The Mapmaker! A little genetic fuck up made by my iterator oc, North of Final Sunlight. I'll post about her at a later time. Maybe. Probably.

Mapmaker's left eye has been wholly replaced by an overseer! Based on what I know of Rainworld, this essentially means he has a camera in his face at all times. Originally, this camera was set into his skull by NFS as a means to explore the world around her.

Let's talk about the orange fuck himself! Starting from left to right, up then down, I'll go over all the little notes I've scrawled on his reference sheet.

Eldritch madness! What, pray tell, does that mean for Mapmaker? Well! Because Mapmaker was made with the express intention of being a walking puppet for his iterator, Mapmaker basically had 0 freewill until NFS deteriorated to the point of dying. When NFS did keel over in her can, more or less, it left Mapmaker completely on his own. His little pea brain can only just barely recognize the swathes of information left behind in his skull, and he's probably been speared by more than one Scav trying to talk about it. He can't comprehend everything he knows, but he wants to. Oh he wants to.

(While Mapmaker's left eye has been replaced by an overseer belonging to NFS, his right eye is a stereotypical white!)

What's going on with the little antenna on his back? Those little things serve two purposes! To start, they were originally made so that Mapmaker could easily pick up signals from NFS on the go within certain ranges. Without NFS, though, they've become useful for a different reason. During (hypothetical)gameplay, those antenna would react to sound similarly to how a lizard's headplate does. Any sound made within a certain range of Mapmaker will be picked up by his antenna, which will, in turn, shake and sparkle to alert the player to threats.

Mapmaker's tail has a special function! A hypothetical campaign based around Mapmaker would reward swift, cowardly behavior, with his frail noodly body being ill equipped to throw spears. His small frame, however, makes him lighter, offering faster movement speeds and higher jumps. Think Rivulet, but... a lot less. His long tail(which is nearly twice the length of his body) might seem like a flaw initially. However! I'm here to tell you, it isn't. The latter half of his tail is designed to attract the attention of lizards, and when bitten, will break off from the main body. This feature can only be used once per cycle, but thankfully, his tail will regrow after hibernation

Just like the antenna on his back, Mapmaker's unnecessarily large ears serve the function of echolocation. They will point in the direction of sounds made by other entities, be them lizards, vultures, or scavengers. Being in a room full of snails would probably be so overwhelming...

[cerealforkart]

Making a statement: I would die for Tomoku

[hybbart]

HELLO i am a HUGE fan of your beautiful fawn designs!! If you don't mind me asking, how do come up with such unique designs?? They're seriously so cool omg

Thank you! When you draw a specific creature a lot you tend to wind up finding ways to make separate designs unique. (As a pokemon, digimon, warriors, gundam, and animal fan, and former league fan, it probably isn't all that surprising that I like having a large quantity of all different types of little guys)

Well a lot of it is just things I've learned while focusing on character design, but there's a couple of things that are easy to mix and match. The easiest thing to do when working with a lot of the same creature is find the things that are easiest to mix and match, like a paper doll. I'm not going to talk about sillhouettes because I don't know how to spell it, and everyone talks about that. What I'm gonna talk about is information density. The best, most unique designs are information dense. This is how an artist can make a character whose entire shtick is being generic and not standing out still come off as unique and identifiable.

Basic things most characters have is: Shape language, colour palette, facial features, posture, texture, height, weight, fat, and muscle.

Easy enough. Texture's the one I'd want to talk about the most. When I make a character I think about it a lot. Specifically for fauns I think about their fur and hair, because they have both. Hair can have a lot of different textures on its own based on thickness and curliness, but in art you can add even more varieties. If I have to characters with thin slightly curly hair but I want one to look more regal or elegant while the other is more of a gremlin then I'm going to texture those differently, to give the impression one is wilder or more coarse to make the gremlin look more gremlin-y, or I can use symbolism like imitating the aesthetic of the curls you see in old lettering and heraldry to make the elegant one seem more so by association. Making something gravity defining or weighing it down, like curtains. Something airy can make a character more ethereal and energetic, while something heavily draped can feel melancholic and worn. Both create a very pretty aesthetic. I use shape language here too, like as mention above with heraldry. squared even hairs, bouncy round hair, spiky hair- these all use shape language to convey texture, and texture can convey information.

Also for body types and builds... a lot goes into the build a character has. This isn't a video game with simple sliders, you can give a character strong legs and noodly arms, and fat takes different forms and distributes unevenly based on many factors. A thing I think not a lot of people think about is that muscles and fat can be "cut", using pressure. The belly of someone who wears low rise pants and someone who wears high rise pants is going to be different. Even if two characters are both body builders, they could be hyperfocused on different things and looks. Natural wrinkles like that found in some cat breeds for elasticity of skin and those found on some dog breeds that are the result of breeding specific features and other animals who use wrinkles as nutrients storage, look different from not only each other but also wrinkles from age, weight loss, and exhaustion. Thinking about these things and how to convey those differences is an easy was to make two characters with wrinkles look different and convey more information.

For fauns one of the things I think about first is what species are they based off? My personal rule is Fauns are even-toed ungulates and satyrs are odd-toed ungulates, so when I draw a faun I often think about a particular species or mythical creature. Sometimes I mix and match certain things, or only utilize specific features. Sometimes I don't use a reference at all, but this is a good place to start usually. Different species can give you ideas for different types of hooves, horns/antlers, eyes, build, fur, tails, ears, and even teeth. Every species usually has some unique qualities that can be adapted onto a faun to draw inspiration from.

I work backwards on this one, but personality can help you design a character. Usually I design a character and build a personality based off what I've drawn, but doing it the other way around is very effective if you're having troubles. This includes subverting the expected for a character of such a personality. A good example of that is Cure Nyammy and Cure Lillian, who have droopy and sharp eyes respectively, but but Nyammy is the one with the cool, sharp, elegant air and Lillian is the shy, awkward, cute one.

Another things is alterations. The most common alterations to a character is a physical quirk, like a floppy ear, a mutation, like and extra set of horns, a special ability, like flight, or a disability, like a missing arm. For Jimmy I gave him a cowlick because i thought it fit with his ditzier qualities, bird theme, and ranch theme. In raau I also gave him lung damage as a reference to coal mines and canaries and how he and Tango met ind double life, a breathing tube to show he has access to medical technology and support despite the setting, and I changed his eye design to something similar to a sonar's rings to express the fact he sees sound, all of which allows him to be distinct from my regular Jimmy.

And last but not least, you can make two identical characters look completely different with fashion. This includes clothing, accessories, hairstyles, makeup, paint, tattoos, inventory... Any external modifications.

The important thing about design is to not make it hollow features, basically. I mean, you can't do whatever you want of course, sparkle dog is an aesthetic for a reason, but when you draw you have to deliberately draw every line so you might as well take the time to think about why you're drawing it there or that way. My fauns tend to have very similar body types a lot of the time, but I can still use everything else to make them stand out from each other anyways.

Also, it's art, there's no limit to what you can do to give your character unique designs! And I mean this in a very Studio Shaft/Gumball/Spiderverse type way. I've have character I've made distinct by straight up giving them different styles of shading or line work or brushes or layering. I've written character povs where the character never uses pronouns and only uses names, or a character who specifies exact numbers with numbers regardless, or even entirely different fonts, to convey qualities about them. Utilize your medium to its full potential (when appropriate, of course. and if its ocs/personal art, its always appropriate.)