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ihearnocomplaints · 1 year ago
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Oh yea forgor to share these!
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details on outfits will be the death of me/lh.
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doctorsiren · 2 years ago
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snowyishere · 11 months ago
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Can y'all tell who's this?
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Her..
I wish to be her
I'm her spinning image
Which fits so well
She's mii
But I'm not her
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hildifons-hairyfoot · 2 years ago
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It had always been young Kaithunia all alone since he was a wee little lizard baby unable to fire even a little spark. There was no one to celebrate when his talons started coming in, when his scales began to shimmer, when he fired his first proper flame, when he first took to the skies. There was no one to hold him, no one to be excited, no one to cry with him and no reason to laugh
He wished there was. It was a desire that ate him up when he saw the other dragons in groups chittering, building or hunting together. Every sculpture, every crevice, every shadow and every hole was a reminder of what he did not have, what he would never be allowed to enjoy. Emptiness filled the spaces between the mockery and derision Kaithunia faced every day, blocking every emotion as the crowing of the dragons crescendoed behind him.
His mind became his only escape, the only line of defence that held up for even a second beneath the pressure. The pressure to conform, the pressure to imitate, the pressure to leave behind who he was for a mask infinitely interchangeable. It crushed him, tearing him apart, limb from limb. He wondered how it was possible for someone to take so many wounds and keep standing. Whether it even counted as living if he stopped caring.
It was a strange feeling when his mind betrayed him, replaying his memories over and over in his dreams. Desire and fear merged, forming a hellish landscape of want, need and fear, never knowing which one he would see if he turned around. A comforting hand on his shoulder gave way to cracked scales cobwebbing their way around his body. A hug - or what he thought it would feel like as he had never had one in his life - bled, covering his body in inflamed skin and infected sores.
To his left, he smelled fresh meat, juicy and delicious. When he turned to it, it morphed into the faeces he'd been forced to eat, his appetite lost for days. It became hard to separate the nightmares from his life, the emotions mercilessly tormenting him until he stopped leaving his cave, stopped trying to be warm, stopped hoping and stopped eating.
Hundreds of years passed as he wilted away in his cave, the darkness his only solace. The other dragons flew away, finding lives of their own in other lands. Sometimes the wind carried stories of them and sometimes his memories reminded him of them. Each time he was filled with the aching hollowness that had filled his life so far, tearing any confidence he had built to shreds, shoving him down to rock bottom again.
It was a morning like any other when a group of humans walked by his cave. Bright, cheery and full of curiosity, he was drawn to them but didn't dare venture out for fear of rejection once more. He cried as they left, wishing they had noticed him and stayed, that they would stroke the scales on his back, that they would see him and love him. That night, his dreams were filled with humans. Humans laughing, humans eating, humans cuddling together, sleeping.
He wanted some of that too.
Despite his yearning, Kaithunia could not bring himself to walk down the mountain to the human village. He tried reasoning with himself, arguing that it had been ages since any dragons had attacked, that the fear of dragons was a tale from eons past. He wanted to turn over a new leaf, he wanted to find someone to love and someone to look forward to seeing everyday. But no matter how hard he tried, Kaithunia could never bring himself to venture out of his cave.
His desire ate him up from the inside, little beetles screaming in his head, multiplying until their screech was all he could hear. The beetles whispered, the beetles begged, the beetles screamed. Their voices filled his mind until one day, he took to the skies.
He told himself he just wanted to look, that he just wanted to see the warmth, that he just wanted to watch the flames flicker away as the people slept around them. But then he saw a human all alone, a villager walking at night looking so content and happy and something filled up in Kaithunia and the beetles' screeching crescendoed and in some way he was no longer in control of his actions, his body moving without him pushing it but he couldn't stop it either. The pitchforks and the flames and the ache in his wings and the pain in his heart all merged into a storm crying, 'want, want, want,' until he reached his cave and collapsed on the floor, crying, bitter, disgusted.
And so so hollow. It felt like the emptiness would eat him up and he cowered under its rule, his tears flowing streams down the cave, a mess of his own making. The human sat stock still in a corner, watching him terrified, hatred burning in his eyes. It tore Kaithunia apart, guilt and blame and envy making the scars on his body throb and the taste of [poop] filled his mouth and he froze, unable to face what he had done.
He did not protest when the human walked out of the cave, pity and loathing filling their eyes.
It was years later when he ventured out of his cave again. If humans hadn't been scared the first time, they sure were now. Running, screaming, fleeing for their lives, the village emptied. Filled with hurt, pain and rage, Kaithunia followed, nabbing a human and whisking them off to his cave. If they wouldn't love him then he would make them love him. Surely, once they got to know him they would want to be with him, they would look forward to seeing him. If only he could make them understand, everything would be better.
The human sobbed for their loved ones and Kaithunia cried. Curling into a fetal position, he didn't know when the human left him, only that he felt more alone than he ever had in his life.
There really was nothing to love about him, nothing to cherish and nothing to protect. This was a punishment he deserved for his failure, an eternity of loneliness that he must suffer.
In the years that followed, tales of a despicable dragon travelled the land. They called him Wesley the Weak and laughed at his sorry state. The birds sang of it, the bugs whispered it and the wind howled the tale. Kaithunia lost any last shreds of hope he had left.
It was a dark and lonely world he lived in, broken and unloved. No one would dare go near the scorned dragon, the mountain and the village dark and empty, devoid of happiness or laughter. The plants never stirred, the wind never blew, the sun never shone. The only movement was the shockwaves of the earth that came by every so often, the only marking of the passage of time. Kaithunia ate and slept and never left the shadow of his cave.
He woke up one freezing morning to find a bloodied and bruised form collapsed against his back. It was a human no more than thirteen summers old, alone and frightened and so frail Kaithunia though they would break if he moved a muscle. The human was cold and so much blood had pooled around them that Kaithunia was wary of letting the human step out without treating them first. He would treat the human and then send them off. No good ever came from having him around. The defenceless creature deserved better.
Kaithunia silently left the cave and returned with a rusty pot of water and some pieces of cloth from the abandoned village. The human stirred as he wiped the blood off their skin, exposing three deep scratches where claws had torn the flesh apart.
Lacking stitches, the dragon was forced to cauterise the wound, apologising as the human screamed and writhed in pain. He knew cauterising was not the most safe practice but Kaithunia had no choice if he wanted the human to survive. He then tended to the countless scratches and thorns that littered the human's body, whispering a thousand apologies every time the human winced. Deep down, he knew he was apologising for more than the pain he had caused the human.
He battled with himself as to whether he should let the human stay. The human could not stand on their own and the chances of the wound reopening were still high. If it got infected, if anything happened to them, the human would not survive.
But was the human really safer with him? Was it better to let them out into the wilderness and hope they found their kind again? Kaithunia realised he didn't even know if the human had anywhere to return. He made a mental note to ask them once they awoke.
The human slept fitfully for two days. They cried out in their sleep and Kaithunia laid his snout on their chest to comfort them. He wondered what the child could have gone through to be wracked with so much pain. Deep down, he felt he knew.
He left the cave in the morning to find some food for the human. He knew humans couldn't eat raw meat but he had no idea how to cook it. After burning the meat multiple times, he settled on boiling some meat in the pot with some tubers he found growing in the mountains. At least nothing could burn that way. And plants, he reckoned, were good for humans. So was water. Probably.
The stew could not have been remotely delicious but the human wolfed it down, eating every last drop of it as if it was their first meal in years. Judging by their ribs, Kaithunia thought it may very well have been.
The human, named Nour, slept for another three days. Kaithunia left intermittently to hunt for gold and other trinkets he could leave the human with to help them once they left.
The dragon doesn’t kidnap villagers because he’s going to eat them. He’s just got really bad social anxiety and doesn’t know any other ways of making friends.
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mochasucculent · 1 month ago
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Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in
#viktor#arcane#ig my assumption would be that he wears both simultaneously cause in the scene where he injects the shimmer#it seems implied that he just threw off his clothes and kept experimenting#so one might assume he was already wearing the smaller one underneath#tho it is a funny image to think of him just being like 'one sec i gotta go all the way home and grab my other brace to do this'#he can take off the back brace too cause hes not wearing it in the scene where he's in the hospital bed and you can see his shoulder#where the strap would be#but that one seems to make even less sense functionality wise#everything looks like its screwed together#or screwed INTO him#but only the top bolts on his spine are i think#in the close ups of his back brace model it looks like theres cushioning underneath the parts of it that cover the rest of his spine#so he can take it off. but HOW#what parts of it unscrew/detatch to pull open and off#does it not do that at all and he just has to shimmy it off his shoulder and all the way down his legs to get it off like a romper#the shape language of the designs are cool but like. tell me how it wooorrkkksss#forgive me if im just dumb and dont know at all how braces work and theres a very simple practical explanation for all this#any king who wants to infodump about mobility aids at me....the floor is yours#something to be said i suppose about the fact that zaunites have crazy prosthetics with wild augmentations that work flawlessly#and piltover's like. idk heres some fucking uncomfortable ass metal. salo gets wheelchair in non ada compliant place#they havent ever needed to adapt to accommodate disabilities etc etc#or maybe artists were just like 'heres a design' and everybody clapped and didnt give it a second thought#and then they just turned off the visibility on the mesh when they didnt need it knowing thered not be a scene where its taken off#dont even wanna THINK about what that rig would look like#like 40 different controllers#soft body and rigid hard surfaces needing to move together....#a cold chill just shot up my spine#<- guy who is only an animator and doesnt know how to rig#forgive the magic wand tool with zero cleanup. i am lazy
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heph · 8 months ago
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Something is in the water
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bubumdles · 1 month ago
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kirk study 💛✨
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nothing couldve prepared me for how hard he is to draw :( wth
no one told me
i will learn
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o0kawaii0o · 11 months ago
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Wet cheese
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isjasz · 11 months ago
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[Day 246]
More background practice but it got out of hand goshdangit .png
They chilling :D
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d0not-disturb · 3 months ago
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Mumbo live reaction after scar kills his boyfriend best friend
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xxplastic-cubexx · 3 months ago
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you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier
#xmen#mcu#xmen movies#xmen first class#charles xavier#professor x#snap sketches#todays schedule has been ruined by my ever occurring need to practice drawing movie charles its horrendous#i started this sheet last night but then i kept adding to it and i keep wanting to add to it but i MUST stop myself#in an ideal world i get paid to draw charles xavier and erik lehnsherr but no i live in this baka society#sleepless charles WAS inspired by me starting this at 1AM and forcing myself to sleep at 4AM#and then here i am picking i up still later .... i need professional help i fear but i aint got time for that#NEVERTHELESS I THINK IT GOT IT NOW. I THINK IM OK. i think i know how i wanna go bout drawing him now ...#chat can i confess that like. .5% of the reason i barely draw FC charles i because of his hair#for some reason some demonic entity prevents me from drawing it easily i am in STRUGGLE CITY#the only thing that gets me is that whenever i draw him i can only think of the likes of a disney prince but man thems the strokes ig#i also drew a quick dark phoenix charles but i figured id just keep this first class oriented#anything else i want to say ? uh. hm. its funny i never do any of these sheets for erik#genuinely On My Life made One (1) sheet and was like 'no yeah i got it. i got it down'#literally not my fault his head is So Shaped and defined but anyways. this aint about him.#i mean it could be. i still wanna do a doodle page concentrated on drawing how his powers show#more specifically how do i wanna draw the glow cause i cant decide on it ... also i wanna draw the 'levels' ...#but thats for another time. for right now i should probably eat i havent eaten all day#bye bye !!!!!! here's to hoping i draw something thats not a doodle sheet one of these days
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hychlorions · 3 months ago
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only half a klapollo because i'm sleepy :>
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shellshooked · 10 months ago
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meet me at our spot🌇
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bleed-more · 7 months ago
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Lesbian shirt Tim, when?
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Happy pride SHDKFNGM
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grave-ghost-account · 1 year ago
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Bishop of Chaos everyone
Also ft my favorite frame
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