#string bean anatomy

[emmg]

Love how my tiny-ass elf Rook spends the whole game barely scraping Emmrich’s shoulder, like a fucking toddler next to this scarecrow of a man, but the second they’re about to make out before the coffin sex, suddenly they’re magically the same height. Ok sure, Bioware, guess physics just packed up and left chat

I wanted to see him bend, ok? This man is what, 6’5” and built like a goddamn coat rack? I wanted to see him fold in half like a busted lawn chair just to kiss his elf-sized disaster of a girlfriend. Let me witness those gangly-ass limbs trying to figure out the geometry of making out with someone two feet shorter without snapping in half.

And don’t even start with the logistics. Like, Emmrich, babe, where are you even putting your dick in this situation? You’re all elbows and knees, and now you’ve got a boner in play? I needed to see him trying to kiss Rook while also awkwardly adjusting himself to not accidentally poke her in a not sexy place with it. This is the kind of realism I’m here for, Bioware. WHERE IS IT??

[1c3-c0ld-r3x1c]

The Red Means ''I love you'' Tasting your blood means ''I love you''

https://tidal.com/browse/track/204784800?u

[sticks-without-stones]

okay i think i should address it

over the past year of me drawing. literally anything i've always gotten comments about how i draw everyone "so buff" in the form of either tumblr comments, discord replies, and even asks in my ask box. so i guess i should answer the age old question:

why do i draw everyone buff all the time?

well the answer is ... kind of simple? it's genuinely just my style

truth is i didn't always draw people buff! if anything, i actually couldn't stop drawing string bean characters.

two years ago there was an artist i really liked the style of. from the linework to the anatomy, i took a lot of time studying how they drew their ava stuff, and i think part of that shows here

as you can see: purple is not buff here!! they are absolutely a string bean and i accept this

but this was when i was still trying to adapt to a new art style, or rather integrating part of someone else's art style into my own. i was still developing what that was!

as time progressed i moved on from trying to mimic that style too closely, and i eventually got a grasp of anatomy on my own and i got a hang of stylizing it. the muscles (if you study it hard enough) are slightly more defined here, and over time i just kind of... exaggerated that

it honestly used to be even worse? like comparing the size of everyone's heads to their deltoids, i used to really draw muscles bigger

but as i got a hang of drawing muscles all the time, i kind of learned to tone it down a little? albeit it's still very prominent. you can see that in the most recent work-in-progress that i put in that picture

i feel obligated to make a post about this? though i know i'll probably still get comments like that

and i don't think they're meant to be teasing? just something that comes up a lot that frankly im getting sick of

plus there are other justifications i have for it, e.g. i was in a fandom where i drew nothing but decently toned men (guilty) and, let's be real, everyone would probably be buff given the kinds of weight they carry in episodes and shorts. and it's different! usually a lot of people don't really draw any of the sticks buff, and i like being an outlier.

but just a clarification post! the buffness will probably stay for a good long while, so if it ever comes up, i guess i can redirect people here for an understanding why

[sharonisthebettercarter]

hey y'all how's it goin' oh by the way happy new years~<3

sketchy sketch~<3

no better way to start it out with an absolute right and proper BAAAANG--...er...

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wanted to make them look slightly less like the actors and goddammit... welp-- havin' way too much fun playin' with that facial detail and other hwats like their expressions and mmmmmmhhmmmmmm~<3<3<3 no they're still not done cause i'm a fuckin' snail so please ignore the many flaws mah laziness~ and weird ass stray marks or like gimme pointers if yer good with male anatomy and especially growly expressions lmao but it's somethin' at least and here's the old one for comparison~<3

and learnin' moar about their features UGH<3<3<3 they've both got slightly crooked noses in opposite directions and it's just adorable, URBAN'S BIG BEAUTIFUL WIDE EYES AND CUTE SHORT NOSE--that beautiful soft baby boi jaw he hides under the damn beard... sir you are 50 some odd years HOW ARE YOU STILL SUCH A CUTIE--

ant just came out the womb fully manified with that square ass cut jaw i guess--he has such a nice fucking jaw lmao<3

same deal, probably tone it down once i do that style study<3

BUTT~<3<3<3

in this house~<3

we love to see those beautiful features as they come<3<3<3

in this house~<3

we love to give our bois MUSCLE<3<3<3

in this house~<3

we let these bois take over and play at their best~<3<3<3!!

no, we're not gonna talk about that random ass string thing in the middle of them--or billy bean's suspicious weight gain...

and no, we're DEF not gonna talk about butcher's boi bewbs... because then i will never shut the fuck up about butcher's boi bewbs. so please. really don't mention it i--

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

A slight redesign of my fairy AU with DJ. (Called Deejay in the narrative but I'll still call him DJ when talking about him here.) Inspired by me trying to write something for it. (Rough draft of first chapter here). I didn't think it looked odd when I'd draw my bio-DJs with his legs coming out of his abdomen, but WRITING that felt odd. So I looked up some spider anatomy to figure out terms. I think the middle section can still be called a carapace even if there's a torso on top of it? Kinda an anthro spider-taur?

He has less leg segments than an actual spider, because I wanted his arms to be structured like human arms and then for his legs to be structured the same way as his arms. (More or less, anyway, his legs are longer overall.) But he can walk on all 8's more readily than a human (or fairy) can walk on all 4's. (Not that he does this much, but he can.)

BEANS!!! And claws. His hands and feets are closer to feline than spider because whynot.

It's not obvious when I draw him from the front, but his fangs are curved towards his chin. So minimal (but not zero) risk of the reader accidentally getting pricked by them during snuggles. Though even if they do, DJ has to deliberately flex his venom sacs for his bite to be venomous, so all that'll happen is a minor cut or scratch.

His fangs fold outward when he prepares to bite, along with a bottom set of fangs that aren't visible at all unless he's attacking.

He can spin his own silk into thread for trading, or re-stringing his lyre and violin. Similar to his fangs, he has to flex a venom sac in order to make his webbing toxic, so if he doesn't do that his webbing is safe to handle! I decided the webs he puts out for catching prey have a sleeping agent in them, partly because it's convenient for the plot for the reader to have passed out shortly after getting caught in the web.

BUT...I also just feel bad at the thought of bugs being trapped in his web waiting for him to come kill them. Since he doesn't live in a web, he puts webs in parts of the tree he lives in, so he doesn't always get to his prey right away. I wanted to not shy away from the fact that he's a predator and a carnivore and kills his own food and what not, but I wanted to minimize the suffering.

DJ's smaller eyes do change shape when he emotes but it's not always very noticeable. And when he's flustered, instead of blushing his cheeks floof up. And sometimes he hides his face in his pedipalps. While he does have control of his pedipalps, they move on instinct sometimes. So it's more of an involuntary reaction than hiding his face in his hands would be, but if he focuses he can stop himself from doing it.

Finally, booba. The fur around DJ's shoulders and chest is the longest and softest, and reader wanted a hug. Face goes in booba.

[elkkiel]

3, 6, 28!!

hello little tidal wave I hope ur having a good timezone 🩷🩷

artist ask game

3: Your favourite piece(s)?

A lot of my faves are on my irl portfolio lol, so maybe I'll share that someday. On here:

Ivy in the ivy what will he do ? :0

Symmetry ft. the String Beans 🩷🩷

Teefs :::D

Vinyl Vess

III has a gift!

Dream blob sprite (my first fanart after a few years lol I think he is cute)

6: Favourite thing to draw?

*looks around* heheh... yeaaaahhh..... :3

I also really enjoy florals/foliage!

28: A piece you'd like to redraw at some point?

I have a number of projects I'd like to redo!

Definitely ivy in the ivy! I think I can do a lot better anatomically someday, once I get the time to actually work on human anatomy lok

There's a number of illustrations on my portfolio I'd like to redo, because I love the concept but they look like student work (cause they are lol, but I can do better now)

Kinda related, but my AP studio art portfolio is a project I wanna redo once I finish my degree. I think the comparison of before/after design school with the same topic (old pharmaceuticals, like heroin and morphine and shit) would be really cool

Also this one from high school, because I think it is fun and silly and it's like my magnum opus /hj

[hecateisalesbian]

i was just wondering how grimwalkers worked exactly? I've been around the fandom enough to know that Hunter is one, but is it like a clone type situation? and yes, you do get the title of "official toh person" in my mind!!

Loving how you ask like the one thing I put the least amount of research into 😭

In this shot we can see a recipe or “cookbook” of grimwalkers which can give us a lot of clues.

A galderstone (heart and power)

palistrom wood (keratin)

stonesleeper lungs

selkidomous scales

bones of ORTET

of course there’s little scribbles of words that are also probably important scattered around the page but this is the decipherable part.

The galderstone itself had a whole episode (Through the Looking Glass Ruins if I remember correctly) in which we saw how its power could be used. The Galderstone (in my theory) channels the power from all the other magical items enough to make them work in harmony and create a functioning clone but not enough (either from the weakness of the galderstone or the fact that those items alone don’t possess the same magic as a bile sac) to give a grimwalkers it’s own magic (hence artificial staff for Hunter before he met Flap).

Palistrom Wood has many episodes showing how it’s used and its importance. On the cookbook it’s listed for Keratin. Keratin is what’s makes your hair, nails, and skin. (“Keratin is a protein that helps form hair, nails and your skin's outer layer (epidermis). It helps support your skin, heal wounds and keep your nails and hair healthy. ”) So palistrom wood is like the outer workings of a grimwalker. Giving it a more human/witchy like look instead of a weird jumble of magic ingredients. We’ve seen that palistrom wood functions in magical ways (see string bean) so I wouldn’t be surprised if perhaps it was also the muscle of a grimwalker. What makes it move.

Stonesleeper lungs don’t seem to have any specific use listed. However, in Elsewhere and Elsewhen, we know that the Stonesleeper found in the Titans Skull had been hibernating for a (very) long time. I think the Stonesleeper lungs are what allows grimwalkers to grow in the dirt for years before being used (see For the Future goopy Belos trying to possess a remaining clone which rises from a dirt bed). Selkidomous scales also don’t have a use listed. Selkidomous’s however had two facts revealed about them in Separate Tides. Their puke (?) is extremely rare and high valued, and that they can swim in the boiling sea (most likely one of the only animals able to do so). I doubt the selkidomous’s gold puke would have much use to making a clone, especially considering how the value of it could’ve gone up or down since Belos began creating grimwalkers like 300 ish years ago (also I doubt Belos wrote that cookbook himself so I wouldn’t be surprised if making grimwalkers is a practice hundreds or thousands of years old). So I think their scales are used as a protection of some sort. After all, if they can survive the boiling sea they can survive multiple things on land. I think these might’ve doubled in use for a sort or keratin like usage.

Finally, Bones of ORTET. The word ortet is written in a strange way compared to the rest of the text. But a quick search on the Google Web says this:

So, essentially, “the original of the clone”. What does a human body have a lot of that doesn’t decay quickly? Bones. Over 200 of them. Over two hundred possibilities of grimwalkers over hundreds of years. I’m sure the boiling isles/Belos made lots of discoveries about bones and the true potential of them when making grimwalkers that we don’t know that would make a very easy cloning process but I think these bones would be combined with other bones or perhaps had the DNA/marrow (idk I’m not a doctor I’m using words I’ve seen in greys anatomy for this) sucked (?) out of it and combined with other listed ingredients to make a “test tube baby” from which it could be planted in the ground like a seed and left to grow for years. I don’t know how long or how Belos would explain for the lack of memory in Caleb Clones time in the dirt, but in For the Future the Caleb Clone that rises and then decays looks about the same age as Hunter. Darius also says he knew Hunters predecessor (Darius is 40 ish). So I doubt grimwalkers grow in the dirt any longer than 15 years, and gaps in memory I’m sure are replaced with fake ones by Belos or said to be amnesia from a childhood trauma.

I would dive into the graphic on the left page of the cookbook buts it’s too blurry and vague for me to truly make out a good theory.

There are most likely more ingredients than just those few but I think those are the most important ones. Also, when Flapjack gives his life for hunters (😭), Hunter gains the natural magic ability of regular palistrom wood, much like Belos used the magic from palismen to keep his false magic working and also to keep him from turning into goo. Palistrom woods is definitely a powerful source of magic, if not the most powerful source of magic, second to maybe a Titan.

So yes, a Grimwalker is essentially a clone made from the DNA of something/someone and with other magical ingredients. Though it’s definitely not a perfect cloning device, seeing the multiple variations Belos’s grimwalkers had and Belos saying “you look the most like him.” Anyways that’s my take hope it helps! If you have more questions I will be happy to answer :D

[adiaryofnonsense]

Here’s the first digital drawing of Melony versus the most recent…

BHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG

it hurts, but it hurts funny

I don’t know where to start, everything is different, What was that hair in the first one???? That became the main character of my comic???? That string bean of bad anatomy??

ok I’m being harsh I’d do kinda miss the tentacle bangs those were cool. Everything else though

[direwolfrules]

I leave for an hour to watch the new Grey’s Anatomy episode and you glorious people make the greatest additions to ever bless one of my posts.

You know what we’re ignoring? The glorious Sabezra potential of this AU. Like, both Ezra and Sabine have fulfilled the requirements for several Mandalorian prophecies, and because Mandos cannot get along for more than five minutes there’s a mini civil war brewing between their followers (Ezra and Sabine are just so done at this point. So done). So they latch on to the first suggestion someone gives for peace and get married for politics (Korkie suggested it, Bo-Katan smacked him upside the head).

And like this could go platonic or romantic depending on how you want to read it. But like those same Mandalorians a millennia later have heard stories about Mand’alor the Vand’alor’s fiercesome Jedi husband who tamed the Mythosaur, and they finally meet him in the afterlife (Ezra as a co-leader of Mandalore spends half his time being one with the Force and half his time chilling in the Manda) and he’s just some guy. A string bean. A noodle.

Then it’s Sabine’s turn to laugh

Rebels crack AU where Ezra and Kanan keep dragging the Ghost Crew on field trips to do mythical Force Stuff TM and on almost every one of these field trips Sabine stumbles over an ancient Mandalorian artifact or completes some rite of passage.

Like, they go to some random moon to commune with an ancient Force deity, and Sabine trips over what at first glance appears to be a rock, but upon further inspection, it turns out to be the kriffing Mask of The Mandalore. Just lying there. In the dirt. The original symbol of Mandalorian Rulership is half buried by sand on some nowhere rock.

Hera decides to go to the local markets on some Outer Rim planet while Kanan and Ezra do some Force nonsense in an abandoned temple and drags Sabine with her. In this run-down antique shop Sabine sees the most famous tapestry of Mandalore the Binder’s life story, one woven by Mandalore the Binder himself.

They go to Jedha to complete a trial for the Guardians of the Whills and because these things seem to take forever, Sabine goes to a restaurant to get lunch. She trips over an old man on her way back to her table with her food, and before she can finish apologizing he just smiles at her and tells her it's alright before walking away. Later, once they are all back on the ship Sabine opens her bag only to realize there's a holocron in it. She gets Ezra to open it and it's Tarre Vizsla's holocron.

They go to Tatooine to fight a Darkside ghost and Sabine gets poisoned by Tuskens. She manages to fight her way into their camp and get the antidote, with minimal help because the only crew member left outside the ancient Darkside vault beside her was Chopper. Later on Sabine talks to her parents about how weird of a day it's been and Ursa's so proud she went through that ancient trial, her many times great-grandmother would be so pleased. (This was my least favorite Tatooine quest in SWTOR).

[jangmi-latte]

Miss Chii, I was talking with a friend and they’re trying to tell me that Rook is lanky. Can you help me defeat the allegations by helping me find some card art that shows how built he is?

slowly blinks eye twitching lips twitching lips slowly turning to a grin fingers crawling slowly giggling

MY PLEASURE.

warning the more you scroll the more i lose my sanity.

lanky?? the thighs? the legs? the ARMS? the shoulders??? can you climb a tree, run fast, jump from branch to branch, have enough stamina to still go for more for a WHOLE DAY, and be lanky?? it's not anatomy-ing.

also, it IS canon that rook is a very toned and muscled man. vil said it himself <3 rook has been training a lot and he grew bigger while the former admitted that he is indeed working harder than he usually does everyday. [see story event of beansfest/bean's day]

i can't hear you from the back i have done archery countless of times and let me tell you holding a bow up for a long period of time is ARM SHAKENING i tell you my shoulders and arms were in pain for days. and pulling the bow back?? MY FINGERS WERE ALSO IN PAIN. that string is TOUGH. and let me tell you there are different bow weights and rook owes a ton. the lightest i held was already enough to make me slouch after shooting one arrow. a hunting arrow is HEAVY i tell you. rook has done archery since he was a child do you think his muscles wouldn't be big???????????????????

DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN.

LOOK AT THE PHYSIQUE BROAD SHOULDERS, WIDE CHEST, SMALL WAIST, THE FOREARMS??????? I'M ALREADY FOAMING AT THE MOUTHAUIWHDNULIWAHDNULIWHNLZIUSfBHUBEHUIAZBFGIERGBLAUIGBAGLGABYUHJABGLKAGBVLKBGRA

ALL I SEE ARE MUSCLES YOUR HONOR.

here are rook and mal's sprites side by side. FAIRLY ENOUGH THERE IS A SIGNIFICANT DIFFERENCE IN THEIR BODY SIZES WITH ROOK LEANING MORE TO THE MUSCULAR SIDE WHILE MAL ON THE SLIMMER SIDE. HOW CAN A MAN WHO DOES WORKOUTS EVERYDAY, BREATHES THE FOREST 24/7, AND SURVIVED ALONE FOR DAYS AT 6 YEARS OLD NOT HAVE A HUGE BODY MASS

reached the tumblr limit </3 but here you go. i can fight (σ｀д′)σ my man's body my man's rights i fight for my man's rights (╬▔皿▔)╯ whoever calls rook lanky gets a free eye check up from me /j

[bruhstation]

CASA TIDMOUTH’S MOST NORMAL AND RELIABLE RAILWAY WORKERS: THE STEAM TEAM

Thomas Awdry Billington

Age: 23 Occupation: NWR 1's driver

Very cheeky and even nosy at times. Every time someone he dislikes gets into trouble, his immediate response is to make a joke out of their situation. Except when it’s something absolutely serious, which is rare. He always puts his best in anything he does and will excitedly prove himself to be the best person up for any job offered to him… which sometimes results in him getting into accidents and mishaps. Edward took him under his wing ever since he started working in the railways three years ago, making Thomas look up to him fondly and consider him a father figure.

He holds the Golden Whistle that is connected to the Shining Time world and stores golden dusts. It also helps control the usage of gold dusts during Lady’s time in Sodor so it won’t run out. He also runs a bulletin board called Sodor's Rumors where railway workers can write and submit the latest gossip or news to the board, whether it’s signed or anonymous. Ones about the quarry workers usually interest him because he's a curious little guy. He noticed, however, that rumors about spirits and suspicious people started popping up more and more ever since Lady joined Sodor Railways. There’s something else, though. He can’t help but feel that he might have forgotten someone important.

Trivia:

The shortest out of the Steam Team. Gordon sometimes calls him “little Thomas” because of this. Also because of his bed hair.

Huge fan of Depeche Mode. His favorite album is Violator.

He seems to never run out of energy.

The bottom of his huge ass shoes has retractable rollers. 6 on each sole, complete with side rods. Similar to the wheels of his steam engine!

Likes: adventures, tootsie rolls, playing elaborate pranks, locomotive anatomy Dislikes: people who are jerks for no reason, string beans

Percival “Percy” Avonside

Age: 22 Occupation: NWR 6's driver

Thomas’ partner in gold dust hunting. He’s also his best friend even though they have their moments of disagreement. He holds the polaroid camera that can capture pictures of golden dusts and sparkling trails that are invincible to normal eyes in an area. His mail delivery is also part of Sodor’s Postal Service. Being a generally good-natured and obedient person, people who don’t know any better like to mistake his positive traits as naivety.

With his history of being treated as a doormat or stepping stone, whenever he felt like someone is being close to him just to use him for their personal gain, his perception of them can change quickly from trusting and loving to skeptical and critical. Even though he’s a generally polite and well-mannered young man to (almost) everyone, there are several moments where he snaps and just outright calls out said person who wronged or made fun of him. All of these factors result in his actions usually following what he believes can be beneficial to him and is the best for his well-being. Is he really the sweet, pouty, often snarky Percy that everyone knows and recognizes on the surface? Whatever the answer is, does it really matter as long as he’s useful?

Trivia:

Back in high school, he was an ace pitcher for his school team called the Sodor Sobriquets.

His magical polaroid camera works without using any films. He got it inside the wishing well when he accidentally fell inside it during his first day at work.

He gets easily annoyed at people who constantly coddle him.

He collects comic books and magazines as a hobby.

Likes: watching soccer and baseball matches, eggs Benedict Dislikes: being called “Dirty Percy”, not being taken seriously, apricots

[THE REST OF THE STEAM TEAM IS UNDER THE CUT. THIS POST IS GOING TO BE EXTREMELY LONG IF OTHERWISE.]

Edward Pettigrew

Age: 46 Occupation: NWR 2's driver

The old reliable! He’s a generally kind and patient person. He rarely ever takes insults or jokes to heart and just patiently waits for misfortune to befall whoever mocks him. Even enjoys it more whenever he gets to be the one dragging their sorry ass out of trouble. However, those who have known him for a long time know not to mess with him. Despite not submitting things to the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board, he likes to smile and nod while reading the railway workers’ quips and notes. When he was younger, he was bold and brash and can never bow down to authority figures. He was also quite a charmer back in the day, something that his two closest coworkers always tease to him.

Even though he’s now a sagely man with a lot of life experiences, he seems to hide a lot of things and know matters someone like him shouldn’t have…? No need to think much about it, though! Probably nothing important, just wise Edward being wise Edward.

Trivia:

He’s great at ballroom dancing and skateboarding.

He used to get into street fights as a young man.

That long scarf is a gift from Henry back when they were younger.

Something about the smiles he gives whenever he’s made fun of by his friends don’t seem pleasant. Feels quite unnerving, even. What is up with that? Oh well.

Likes: old songs, folk tales, black tea Dislikes: what does he even dislike?

Henry Stanier

Age: 42 Occupation: NWR 3's driver

Used to frown and complain about tough work a lot. He was incredibly protective of his engine and got upset at seeing any stain or dent on it. He’s also extremely worried that heavy workload can put a strain on or even damage it. A long time ago, he hid himself and NWR 3 inside a tunnel to shield from the rain. This and that happened, his engine gets bricked when he went to work the next day, he attended a church sermon for the first and only time to find inner peace, and after he learned his lesson his engine is finally free (to help out Gordon)... but the wildness of his story doesn’t simply end there!

After his first Flying Kipper delivery went horrifyingly wrong and he died in the accident, he got to meet Lady in the Shining Time world who eventually revived him. Since that event, his view on life has never been so offputtingly bright and positive. He lives life cheerfully and is now a much kinder and friendlier person, even though he has his moments of snarkiness (though it’s usually out of saying the truth bluntly instead of being mean). With that amount of epiphanies and one divine intervention, the comparison between his past self and current self can be quite jarring.

Trivia:

He is narcoleptic.

After Lady disguised herself as a regular railway worker and met Henry for the second time, Henry thought that his time is finally up. This is not the case however, which resulted in both of them laughing hysterically after Lady talked with him.

Every time someone mentions “beauty” and “life” in the same sentence within his earshot, he’ll go into an enlightened ramble with a bright, cordial expression.

When he’s stuck in a situation with seemingly no way out, he’ll start writing his will in his cellphone. If there’s moss, he’ll start eating that.

He doesn't remember anything from his childhood before he was adopted by two rich as hell parents. He doesn't have a birth certificate and nobody really knows where he comes from. Either these facts or his encounter with Lady is the reason why his view on life is quite… unique, to say at least.

Likes: nature, apple slices, Desi dishes, shitty reality TV shows Dislikes: people who are annoying, people who don’t do their jobs properly, people who are noisy, people who are just downright pathetic

Gordon Gresley

Age: 41 Occupation: NWR 4's driver 

Prideful and can be rude at times. He’s very ambitious and takes his occupation as the driver of the greatest and most beloved express train in all of Sodor seriously. Because of his upbringing, he used to look down on those that he deems weak or is contributing less and less to the railways. He’s also quite competitive and always pushes himself to his limits in order to live up to his (and - when the situation calls for it - his engine’s) reputation and restore any remaining glory of the Gresley name.

A lot of people view the Gresley lineage as suspicious or even cursed because of how easily its members die out under unnatural circumstances (illness, accidents, etc.). The formerly large and respected nuclear family of nine is now reduced to just him, Scott, and his mother. The subject is frequently brought up during Scott’s interviews and reporters who recognize Gordon always try to pry information out of him (the main reason why he moved to Sodor). Even though he loves and lives off attention, the ones that are given by reporters and journalists are always met with scowls and exasperated “go away”s from him.

Despite scoffing at the idea of the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board and thinking that it’s a silly idea, he submits rants whenever his brother finished calling him on the phone. He sometimes gets embarrassed in showing affection or appreciation which made people who don’t know him well assume that he’s distant and unappreciative.

Trivia:

The youngest Gresley. His middle name is Juniperus.

Despite not liking his mother very much, he still maintains a decent (???) relationship with Scott and his cousins just so she would stop getting worried and pestering him.

Even though he has a high image of himself, he gets easily thrown off guard whenever faced with a crowd or confronted directly.

He, Henry, and Edward used to be an incredibly tight-knit trio when they were younger. However, as the years passed, he felt like the three of them don’t have that much in common anymore (Henry slowly turned into someone quieter and more passive, Edward became more calm and less brash). They’re all still… friends, but sometimes Gordon can’t help but feel like things really aren’t the same between them as they used to.

When he smiles, it changes his entire face :]

Likes: orange-scented things, emotional movies Dislikes: being compared to the rest of his family, talking about his late brothers and sisters, admitting his weaknesses

James Augustine Hughes

Age: 35 Occupation: NWR 5's driver

An incredibly pompous person, James thinks highly of himself. VERRRY highly. His entire design and personality just screams “Look at me. Look at how handsome and fabulous I am and praise me!”. He absolutely hates it when he sees other people getting praised or complimented for the things that he has (people who fully dress in reds and golds or wear aviators just like him and get complimented for those). Sometimes he reads complaints and worries submitted by others in the Sodor’s Rumours Bulletin Board to make him feel better about himself.

Due to the events of his childhood and teenage years, he has a habit of wanting to get into popular cliques or feared friend groups, a juxtaposition of his arrogant and self-centered personality. He looks up to people who are respected or even worshiped by their peers and even tries to be just like them. There are certain kinds of people that he believes is worthy of his respect, but he is starting to get more and more unsure of who exactly they are ever since he became proper friends with Thomas and Percy.

Trivia:

When he was in high school, he wanted to become a psychologist. He gave up on pursuing it after he got into a nasty fight with a teacher and got a mean scolding from the principal and his parents. He was also a bit quiet back then.

If he gets ignored a little too much, he starts to panic.

He’s good at reading others and quick to notice change.

He looks up to Gordon and respects him greatly, even going so far as to be just like him for his approval. Though as the story progresses, things really aren’t looking bright for this statement.

He’s fluent in Spanish and French.

Likes: being praised, being wanted, sweet margaritas Dislikes: things that are ugly, pulling trucks, his old self, losing support from the group(s) he’s in

Tobias “Toby” Holden

Age: 56 Occupation: NWR 7's driver

Despite his age and his engine being considered one of the slowest in the railways, he works hard and diligently. He also has a good sense of humor and lends a good ear to anyone with interesting stories and tales. Even though he's a knowledgeable and wise driver that knows how to handle problems slowly, he can be temperamental at times and frowns at the sight of people with unchecked egos and self-righteousness. Due to experiences in the past that also got Henrietta involved, he actually distrusts youth who think they know all and act all mighty because of their new technology, engines, and even actions that have potential to harm others when used carelessly.

At day, Tobias Holden is NWR 7's driver. At night, he reads records and books about Sodor's history with anomalies and significant cultural differences compared to Mainland's. Not originally from Sodor, he is aware of the island's cultural and environmental quirkiness and can't handle the thought of his wife being involved with those sorts of things. Even though he avoids confrontations, he'll do anything to get rid of anything that threatens the harmony of his life - and to an extent - the railways. He’ll make sure ghosts and spirit don’t exist. He’ll make sure the cases of people disappearing and other ones appearing out of nowhere don’t struck him and the people he cares about. There's an itch at the back of his mind that says that a certain driver for the NWR 2 and a lady dressed in magenta aren't really as simple as they look on the surface, and he's not going to keep quiet about it… eventually.

Trivia:

Rumours had it that he once got arrested in his youth because he body-slammed a cop.

He wishes to live a quiet life someday. There must be no other place as pretty as this island.

He likes hearing Thomas' jokes.

He doesn't like the idea of being separated from Henrietta. He'll do anything for her. Anything.

Likes: tiramisu, slow dancing, seeing pompous young people getting into trouble, his wife <3 Dislikes: people in power.

And that’s all for the main cast (save for Lady and D10) of Casa Tidmouth! And while we’re at it: thank you so SO much for 206 followers (during the time I’m writing this)! The support and kind words all of you have provided for me and this story are overwhelming, and I cannot thank you all enough for that. Consider this post a celebration for that milestone, if you will :]

[ The Little Western + Diesel Drivers ]

[alittlemoth]

A very self-indulgent licorice cookie x reader.

They are human in this but still use cookie terms because they were baked they just have human anatomy it's a whole au I made up don't worry about it or ask me about it I would really like to tell people about it moving on!

You did it. You finally managed to buy a little cabin in the woods away from the city and all the chaos of your world being linked up to another world, Earthbread. Something about a person getting stuck there via mystical magical bullshit and falling in love ehhhh not your problem you got a house damn it! A run down house, a house in shambles, but it has internet running water you just need to fix it up a bit!

You moved in everything that could fit in the little cabin, it has three bedrooms two bathrooms with a large bath each, a little kitchen and a small greenhouse attached to the house. Okay maybe it's not so little but the two extra rooms are in the basement and so is one of the bathrooms! And it was such a steal, it needs some renovations definitely but it's livable and it's mostly stuff you can do it by yourself!

As the weeks went by the cookies became more normal and so did fucking magic. Like magic is actually real, but again it's not your business not your problem you just want to be a little cabin goblin live your life tending to your plants and running your YouTube channel. Everything is going great the windows are insulated, so are the doors and walls, the heater is working in time for winter everything is going great for you.

That's when you met licorice cookie, digging through the trash like a raccoon.

"...What the fuck" you quietly said the stranger froze he had been digging through the trash.

He quickly pops up out of the garbage trying to explain himself you aren't paying attention cuz you recognize those robes that scythe and the skull necklace. "... Holy crap your licorice cookie"

He freezes again even more concerned even though he left the cookies of darkness most people aren't too fond of him

"o-okay I know how this looks!" His voice got an octave higher as he was clearly panicking trying not to get the police called on him "I'm just really hungry and very far from any town that wouldn't kick me out immediately, and I thought hey if it's in the trash it probably wouldn't be miss-"

You were just staring and then quietly asked if you wanted to come inside he accepted you fed him and now you apparently have a roommate cuz he hasn't left. You are fine with this but he didn't even say he was saying and you haven't asked him to leave so you just now have a roommate.

You two settled into a routine quickly. He helped with the housework and started to join you on videos. It got to the point where the chat would yell "string bean" every time he showed up in the background.

About two months ago you realized you caught feelings for the racoon as you called him.

You proceeded to do the most logical thing.

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No I'm not joking you started flirting. For example-

Licorice was trying to perfect a spell to create more housework oriented minions, but to his dismay it requires materials from his home dimension. Where the one that got to listen to him troubleshoot.

"seriously you do not have anything like that in this dimension?" He practically begged, hoping that that would magically make you pull something similar out of thin air.

"unfortunately no we do not have plants that can grow eyes."

He then gave you one of the greatest opportunities in exasperation he mumbled "well fuck me then"

You grinned and got close putting a hand on his arm "are you offering?"

His eyes widened as he sputtered out a response."i- well- uh-" his face turning a deep purple "that's- that's not what I meant and you know it!"

You laughed and stated that yes you knew that, and that you loved how he looked when blushing. Which naturally made his blush worsen.

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The flirting continues for about a month before he tells you to stop joking about liking him... Of course you react accordingly...

"you dense mother fucker" you whisper yelled as you throw both hands down like and put them together in with a deep inhale "I am not joking I actually like you"

One beat then another one more....

"...oh" he's standing there stunned as you say that almost like he doesn't believe it and whispers "I like you too".

You grin putting your hands on his face and whisper "may I?" He nods.

And then you share your first kiss together it's sweet soft, clumsy, but soft and when you both pull away you're both grinning.

And that's my first proper fanfiction hope you all enjoy!

[thedandydollmaker]

I am vacillating wildly between "yeah fine close enough" and "fuck anatomy"

(He's supposed to be a little string bean and a weird waif-y elf, and yet...)

.......oops!

[velvetcloxds]

~Stranger Things Masterlist

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~Eddie Munson

*Serious business- Eddie messing around at the worst possible time

*Sweetheart- Baking brownies for Rockstar!Eddie and taking it to a meet and greet to give it to him

*Reputation- Everyone knows who Eddie Munson is and what he stands for, so imagine your luck that you should try and work with him

*Sleepy- Cuddling with rockstar!Eddie after his show

*Linger- you've got a little crush on the new guy your dad hired to work with you in the office at his motel, how lucky are you that he's got a little crush on you too

*Fleeting- you realize the two of you aren’t being all that subtle with your little interactions and you wonder how long you have before your dad gets in the way

*^Gone-your dad made it clear you and eddie weren't allowed to even see each other, let alone talk to each other, eddie takes the risk to come and surprise you on valentines day

^Remnants- you overhear a conversation between eddie and billy and realize your parents had good reason to try and keep you away from him.

~Jim Hopper

*Baby, I know places- You and Hopper agreed not to act on your feelings for each other, but there was no way he was going to let you go on a date with some college kid when he was right there

^Pathetic- You were a hollow figure willed by the strings of his abuse to dance to his horrid song but in Jim, you found solace, found a home, and how desperately you wished you could stay

*^Safe- Going to Hopper after a particularly bad fight with your father

*Trouble- Jim trying to convince you to stay in and skip your date after seeing how good you look

*Orange jelly beans- You're not sure if Jim enjoys your little lunch dates in his office as much as you do, he sets the record straight

*Nothing but luck- Just some domesticity with you, Jim, and Eleven

*Our girl- Hopper asking you to come over to help after Eleven and Mike broke up

*Closer- Cuddles with Hopper after a hard week at work

*A man in uniform- Your brother’s best friend has always been hot, but him stepping in when you got an unfair ticket strutting around in his sheriff uniform has you feeling some type of way

~Steve Harrington

*Anatomy- Steve tagging along on a camping trip with you and the kids instead of studying but he assures you of his impeccable knowledge of the human anatomy

*Not quite dead- Steve finding out that you're a vampire after thinking you died

*Totally rad- You're upset that you have to skip the dance to fight off evil and Steve comforts you in his own way

*Curfew- The world may be ending, but the kids still have a curfew and their babysitter isn't easing up on that, no matter what Steve says

*Bother me- Your brother doesn't like you hanging out with guys like Steve but Steve isn't one to take no for an answer

*Share- Steve finding out you sleep with a stuffed animal

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Masterlist 

[fruit-sauce]

Baseball! As a human! I made him a little edgy, a little sad, just to call back to the nickle, suitcase, balloon arc, but in general, he’s kinda rushed, I spent too much time trying to get him right, so he’s, eh, he’s okay

rant about it:

OK.

Baseball was an actual PAIN to draw, I kept pulling up different refs of baseball players and other people’s designs, which there is very few of, but nothing really felt right to me. 

I knew I wanted to make him, not a string bean? I wanted him to be rounder, to put it simply, his body type, his facial structure, his clothing, just no sharp edges. But! I am not very well versed in bigger body types, so,,, I tried my best? Please no hate, I am still learning!! He’s gotta lot of layers on him anyways, it’s hard to see but he’s got a baseball shirt under the varsity hoodie, as well as just being in a slouched/leaning position.

Going further into detail, I was throwing around different ideas for a good majority of the drawing like, “Do I make him albino black and give him an afro? Should I just make him blond? What hairstyle would I go for then?” Until I gave in and made his hair white and buzzed it down, you can decide his race, there’s probably an account for it on tik tok fjkdljfjdk

I also struggle with making my characters have different faces, so I opted to round out his jaw line, smoosh his face a bit and give him a rounder nose with some scruff on his jaw, at least when compared to Tissues, I’m so glad I didn’t do Baseball first...

Speaking of Tissues, I gave him a white headband and a black hair tie, as well as miss-match socks that are also black and white, just because I really like the Tissyang (Tissues x YinYang) ship, but Baseball and Nickel, I see them as more platonic then romantic, if you ship them romantically, more power to you, this ain’t me hating on it, but I didn’t wanna do the same thing as I did with Tissues and, idk put metal or a lotta grey on him to reference Nickle. His zipper is very Nickle shaped, that was on purpose, so there’s that.

UGH AND HIS SHOES. His shoes are just, blegh, not good. The colors are off, it’s very sloppy, the laces were fun, but getting references that were not brand base was super difficult.

Finally, I hope he comes off as being tall-ish. Not great with portraying height in anatomy yet, but he’s tall. 

Also, “i miss my wife tails” meme, I thought of it in the shower. I thought it was funny and it is. 

at least to me, but that was my target audience anyways-

[sashi-ya]

Hi!! I just want to say that you're awesome and I love everything you write 💖 I would like to request a scenario with Yamato and female reader who has the same role as Hiyori, so reader is the daughter of Oden and Yamato son of Kaido... Normally they should be enemies but they are very attracted to each other. I hope this made sense 😇 with 14, 23, 45 from the spicy list and everything you want please! Thank you Sashi, take care! Sending you a hug ( ˘ ³˘)

Hi!! OMG of course!! This is my first time writing for him so I hope I get it right ♥ I love Yamato so much 🙈🙈🙈 I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) scenario darling!! Thank u for your cute words! ♥

NSFW ~ Yamato x F! Reader ~ Play That Melody For Me ~ [PART 1]

TW: HE/HIM pronouns used for Yamato (as it should be). Nipple play, oral sex, toys (strap on), face sitting, usage of alcohol, wet dreams.

WC: 1.9K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove @onepieceya (tagging you because you love Yamato :3)

There is a second part for this fic, read it here ♥

“My dear Tayu, Yamato, Son of Kaido is here” one of your helpers announces from behind the folding screen. The shadow of a tall man awaits you outside. “Son of Kaido, tch” you grunt, tightening the knot of your kimono strap around your waist...

You open the folds to appreciate your next “client”. There he is, long white hair, taller than anyone there, strong arms. You scan his whole body, from up and down. He smiles at you, yellow intense eyes fixed on yours.

“Please, come in” you tell him. He follows you inside. “Take a seat” you command. Yamato sits over a few cushions, crossing his legs. He ties his hair up in a ponytail, and when he does so, his clothes show a sideboob that it’s impossible for you to ignore.

“So, Mr. Yamato, what service would you like?” you ask him, trying to end this situation as soon as possible. The white haired man looks at you and smiles kindly. “Please, call me Oden”, he says.

You gasp and shut your eyes… Your blood boils. “Oden? Oden is my father and your bastard father killed him” you think and avoid shouting it by biting the inside of your mouth. Yamato notices your lack of words, and probably the fire in your eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asks. You shake your head, fighting between jumping and stabbing the man in front of you, or simply accepting his request. If you ever tell him the truth -especially to him-, Denjiro and you would have wasted almost twenty years and the plan to take down Kaido would be ruined.

“Ok, Oden... Tell me then, what’s the service?” you ask him again, choking back tears as you pronounce your dad’s name. He tilts his head and stands up. Yamato approaches you, brushing soft, slender fingers over your cheek. He lifts your chin up and stares into your soul for sure. “I don’t think you are ok right now; I will come back tomorrow” he says. You notice the gold shackles around his wrists and wonder why Kaido’s son has them.

You nod, out of words. You’d lie if you don’t find Yamato, not only intimidating, but also handsome as hell. The man that dares to act like your father leaves the room, but not before flashing you a sexy smile. His huge anatomy, then, disappears as he slides the paperlike door close.

Your legs turn weak, and you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the wooden floor under them, but it doesn’t hurt. Your heart does. “Why… Why me?” you say as warm tears run down your face.

Night comes, and you flop into bed, exhausted. You watch a bright half-moon shining on the dark blue sky of the night through the window. Sakura flowers falling like snow, dancing with the warm breeze of that summer, summer number nineteen… you only have to wait for the next summer… Mum's promise… Your eyelids fall and you slowly travel to the oneiric world.

Images of the despicable son of Kaido over you, his hands on your body. Cold metal feeling over your skin as his shackles rub your flesh. Your fingers tangled around white strands of hair. Your breathing accelerated.

You suddenly open your eyes. Panting, you only realized this was just a dream. “Just… a… dream…” you reassure yourself. Yet, your inner thighs feel wet. Your skin burns, your cheeks too. Heartbeats you can hear. Aroused.

Your fingers travel from your naked belly towards your underwear. You feel how wet that dream has made you. But quickly guilt hits you, hard. “What are you doing, (name)?” you say to yourself, taking your hand off your core. “He is your enemy, stop” ...

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“Mrs. Oiran… good morning!” a little pink haired girl wakes you up. She greets you with a big smile, laughing as always. “My darling!!” you say and snatch the little bean into your arms. You hug her, you love the little girl. “(Name)! Someone sent you something today! Hahaha” she informs you. “Oh, really? What is it?” you ask. The little girl stands up and runs towards a box decorated with the finest rice paper and some flowers. “Here! Open it!” she says.

The box holds a note that says, “I want you to play the "Tsukihime" melody for me today”. Tears sprout from your eyes, blurring your vision. Inside there is a new Shamisen. And despite being brand new, it looks exactly the same as the one she used to play when she was a little girl. The one that your father, Oden, gifted to you. The one that got burned when his father burned the castle. You hated the man with burning passion. Why does he have to call himself like your dad, why did he have to give you that exact same shamisen as a present… Why from all the songs in the world, he had to choose your father’s favourite melody?... Why does he have to be so handsome?...

And the afternoon is here, and he is too. Again the shadow of your enemy. He is there, behind the paper folding screen, waiting for you… You look through your window, Kyoshiro -Denjiro- looks up to you from the entrance of the Okiya. His sleepy eyes beg for you to bear with it just a little longer. He knows how difficult this is for you, he really knows.

The voice of that man pulls you out from the unspoken connection you have with your friend and protector. You don’t turn around; you just move your head to your shoulder. You feel him approaching you. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, whispering softly near your ear. It’s insane how much his simple presence can make you weak, confused, aroused.

“I did, thank you my Sir” you lie. “Please, play that song for me” he asks. You turn around, looking up at his face. He looks at you, fixing once again his golden eyes on yours. The tension between your bodies is so strong, your skin burning.

You take your gaze off him, grab the instrument, and sit on your turquoise cushion. He does the same in front of you. Your skilled fingers start playing the cords, the melody from your childhood resonates all around the room. Yamato enjoys the notes of such beautiful song. “I wanted to hear this for so long… it is just amazing” he says, as if it was the first time, he was hearing the melody…

Soon, the melody stops. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. “So.. Do you want me to play another song?” you ask. But he is lost in your body. Yamato approaches you; his soft thumb grazes your lip. You gasp, something feels fancier on your core. Yet, you take your head off to the side. He is your enemy, how are you supposed to be with the son of the man that killed your dad?... but your thoughts got interrupted…

Yamato grabbed your chin and aligned it with his mouth. Soft tender lips over yours, his tongue separating yours. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. You want him…

Gently, your back hits the cushion. Yamato straddling over you, white strands of hair falling on each side of your face. The sound of the cuffs he has on his wrists hitting the wooden floor around you.

Lustful sights on each other, your hands travel through his back. He kisses you again, your tongues dance around. His hand little by little sliding the side of your kimono off, until your breasts get completely exposed to him.

Yamato’s mouth traces a path from your lips to your neck, and then lowering until it reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze gently the flesh of your tits, his lips rub your hard nipples. You moan, feeling a mix of lust and guilt, but you don’t stop him.

The son of Kaido deliciously sucks your sensitive nipples, he nibbles and pulls from them. You squirm at the sensation; the pleasure he makes you feel slowly fades the hate…

Yamato stretches his arm to reach for the sakazuki of sake you have served on the side. He lets the alcohol drip over your chest. The cold drops of it make your skin react with little spasms. Your lover licks every drop from your chest, the dry taste of the sake mixed with your skin makes Yamato relish at such a delicious flavour.

His lips lowers and lowers, until they get to your belly button. He traces a circle around it, you whine and extend your arm. Your fingers around his long hair. He grunts. His tongue finally gets to your core.

“I love your taste” he mumbles. You just babble in response, as his skilful tongue makes wonders with your sex. “So tasty, so wet” ...

Your inner thighs get bruised with the horns of his head, as your legs try to close due to the intense stimulation. But that’s not enough, not for him, not for you.

On the verge of an orgasm, Yamato stands up. He walks towards his bag and brings a strap on. Black phallic figure that hangs from a red string. Red string that he quickly ties around his hip bones after letting his clothes slide to the ground.

You wait for him to pound into you with your legs spread open and your eyes scanning such an amazing body. You call him with a beckoning finger. He smiles, sexily and approaches you.

The cold material of the strap on gets damped in your arousal, as he rubs it up and down your sex. “Yamato, fuck me” you beg. He flinches at that name but doesn’t pressure you to call him Oden… and then, he penetrates you, sliding inside, so deep, and steady.

Your nails carve the skin of his back, his breasts fall over your face as he thrusts you. Your tongue stuck out grazing his nipples. Both of you moan, whine, enjoy.

And your orgasm inevitably arrives, and you come shouting his name. Your head thrown back; your mandible hurts from sucking his hard nipples. And even if you were exhausted, there is no time to waste. Is Yamato’s turn to come, and you are an expert in such practices.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” you command him. “Are you sure?” he asks, aware of his huge anatomy. “Please, I wanna get suffocated under those thighs” you tell him, and he does not think any further. Soon his sex is over your mouth, and you enjoy every single part of his core. You suck, lick, taste his arousal, until Yamato comes squirming over your countenance.

Both of you lay over the cushions on the floor, admiring the sakura petals rain over the city through the window. He caresses your body, and softly tells you “I’m sorry if I asked you to call me Oden…”. You don’t really understand why he says such a thing… Does he know who you are? “What do you mean?” you ask. “I know who you are, (name)” he whispers, low enough for just you to hear it.

You stand up, scared. “How… how do you know my name?” you tell him. “I have your dad’s diary… that’s why I asked the only person that knows how to play that melody to do it for me… I’m on your side, Princess..." ♥ ~