#these bodies. awful.
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
someone asked for Impdubs, and I'm working on it but here's a trashed sketch that I like Impulse's face on. Struggling with the bodies so bad though so it'll probably be a lil longer til I get the actual piece done...
#seriously struggling so bad with this rn#these bodies. awful.#But I am doing my best and want to draw them being soft and pretty and kissing and staring lovingly into each others eyesssssss#mouse's secret art#mouse's secret ramblings#/hermits#/impulse#not tagging bdubs cuz he's not like. actually drawn#I've been redoing the bodies over and over cuz I really love how Impulse's face looks but I'm restarting u-u
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking fondly of that star wars body swap au where 3/4 of the protagonists are experiencing relatively standard body swap shenanigans: bewildering friends and confounding authority figures, learning about each other and themselves, going outside their comfort zones. Meanwhile Cody’s just kindof writhing in eldritch horror inside of Anakin’s force-stitched-together-meatsuit.
Anakin (as Padme): “Man I can’t believe that Senator actually called me sweetheart, I can’t believe how patronizing these men are.”
Cody (as Anakin): [Scratching at his arm] “Yeah, that’s great. Uh, hey, quick question—why does my shadow keep turning into a death head mask?”
Anakin: “Huh? Oh, hey! Would you like at that! I haven’t looked at my shadow in years! It’s—it’s totally normal! I mean except for how it’s Padme—”
Cody: “This is—your shadow just always—does it ever...I mean when you’re around other people”
Anakin: [sucks in his breath through his teeth] “Did it kill someone else’s shadow? I hate when that happens”
Cody: [scratches arm harder, eyelid twitching] “This...happens often? What—why—”
Anakin: “I try not to think about it, ha! Anyway, have you tried smoothies since—[voice fades into high pitched static noise, distant sound of respirator breathing]
Cody: [scratches arm harder] (muttering under his breath): “don’t think about it. don’t think about it.”
Obi-Wan (as Cody): “There you two are—oh Anakin—I mean Cody, you’re bleeding! What happened?”
Cody: “I...misjudged the strength of the mech arm.”
Anakin: [gives thumbs up]
#star wars#my au#star wars au no 16#body swap au#this ones from...January 2022 jesus christ#we're at a 145/13 draft/queue ratio so that's. that#is progress#aw man it's still the old text post editor where you can't edit tags#thank you tumblr for changing that
585 notes
·
View notes
Text
earlier this year I started writing a comic about the siege perilous-grail quest situation after finally finishing the didot perceval, and it started circling around kay and perceval. kay as gatekeeper, taboo anxiety vs chivalry, and perceval not doing things "correctly," arthur's enduring affection for kay. that general area. also the horror of the grail quest itself.
this is comic is part of that narrative arc, so with THAT in mind: this is an abridged scene of a longer arc revolving around kay associating camelot with a cage, perceval's associations with jewelry and knighthood and the color red, and arthur's relationship with kay.
[some other scene context: perceval has injured his hand and can't participate in the tournaments, so he's craving some kind of fight. kay is disinterested in replying to this challenge, but he's not above reminding perceval of their first meeting. it's just mean enough in a weird-intimate kind of way that perceval's like, ok so we're doing the antagonistic version of court romance rituals. he picks up hunting because kay can't leave the castle.]
on the subtext of jewelry:
Clothes Make the Man: Parzival Dressed and Undressed, M.D. Amey
on the topic of kay, gatekeeping, and taboo anxiety:
Cei and the Arthurian Legend, Linda Gowans
the whole Red Knight/Perceval Shows Up In A Dead Man's Suit Of Armor transgression-situation (which kay references through red jewelry) mentioned is told in both de Troye's and Wolfram's Perceval narratives :)
anyway! to close out all this out: the transgressions. incredible! what is camelot but a bunch of transgressions stacked on top of each other tbh.
#i wanted to do some kind of siege perilous-grail quest horror comic after watching bresson's lancelot and i think#after several years. i figured out what kind of story i want it to be#like it no longer feels abstract i can see the story core and now i have to hack away at the clay to see if i can make a figure out of it#HEUGH. okay. i'm gonna wrap this up here. ive been Very Under The Weather lately in some kind of way#trying to get back in the swing of things. but augh. eugh. they need to invent a kind of body that doesnt fall to pieces#the minute it gets slightly less sun than usual like vitamin supplements only go so far. awful flesh prison experience#komiks tag#long post#knights knights knights!
679 notes
·
View notes
Text
#art#fat positivity#body positivity#positivity#birblr#canary#doodle#Sorry I'm a bit all over the place at the moment guys#Had to spend time with my partner's fatphobic family#And I know I'm a thin guy so I am not like directly hurt by the things they believe#But it still was just an awful experience and I'm still kinda feeling that#And it infuriates me that me standing up for what's right is always framed as me being a delicate sensitive anorexic#You should treat fat people nice because they are people and deserve basic decency#I am not being overly sensitive by not wanting to hear your fatphobic crap#You're just not nice people#/rant over#Sorry for my little outburst guys! I am usually an easy going guy#I just get really riled up about this stuff#Fat people are wonderful and it is such a blessing to live in a world with such a huge range of different bodies!
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
Thinking about a full ghost Danny AU where he just straight-up dies in the portal. I think there should be more of those. <3
Character death, obviously.
------------
The drive back to Fentonworks was a blur in Maddie's memory, keeping Tucker on the line while he sobbed and stammered, trying and failing to keep himself together and explain what happened.
"-doesn't h-have a heartbeat and he's f-freaking out-"
"It just turned on, we don't know w-what happened, he, he said it didn't work-"
"-trying to keep Danny c-calm-"
"Please come home."
Jack's driving was even worse than usual, veering through the streets in an undisguised panic. Maddie hadn't been able to discern much from Tucker's ramble; the portal had finally turned on, but the kids had been messing around with it and Danny had gotten hurt. How hurt? Tucker didn't seem to be sure, but all three of them were in a state.
Jack pulled into their driveway and flung himself out, half the GAV still sprawled across the sidewalk. Maddie was right behind him, hanging up on Tucker with a quick assurance that they'd be right there.
"DANNY!" Jack yelled.
"In here!" Sam called back, from the open lab door. Of course.
Maddie slipped past Jack and got there first, almost falling down the stairs in her haste. What she saw there made her heart stop.
Danny wasn't there. There were three teens crumpled on the ground in front of the activated portal (a part of her sang, it worked, it worked) but Danny wasn't one of them. There was Tucker, staring blankly at the floor, and Sam, with her arm around a strange, glowing white-haired boy that was in tears - a ghost. A ghost? A ghost!
"GHOST!" Jack yelled in delight. The teen sobbed harder.
"Where's Danny?" Maddie demanded. Sam looked up sharply, her eyes wide like Maddie had never seen, her face dead pale under her makeup.
"I'm sorry!" Sam blurted out, looking nearly in tears herself. "I just, I, I thought it would be cool, it was just a picture, I, I didn't think-"
Maddie's heart skipped a beat. "Sam. Where is Danny?"
Sam looked at the crying boy next to her, huddled under her arm as if for comfort. The boy looked up, radioactive eyes swimming with tears and the water on his skin sparkling prismatically, and met Maddie's eyes.
"Mom," he croaked, his voice tripled and echoing with itself like a movie memory. "What happened to me?"
Maddie's knees gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, unable to take her eyes from the ghost in front of her. In a moment, she understood.
That was Danny. His colors had partially inverted, his hair turning white, the colors of his haz-mat suit - God, that was his haz-mat suit, the one they'd made for him and that he never used - reversing to white-on-black. He'd huddled into Sam, shaking and gasping, but now was pulling away, looking at Maddie like- like he thought she could fix this.
"I think something's wrong," Danny said, his voice trembling somewhere underneath all the alien reverberation. "Should we go to the hospital or, or something?"
"I don't think the hospital can fix this, man," Tucker said weakly, lifting his head just to stare at Danny.
The portal powered down with a whine. Maddie jerked her head up with a gasp, and found Jack at the control box, backing up silently. Jack stared into the portal. Maddie followed his gaze.
She couldn't stop the scream that tore itself from her throat. Jack yelled too, running inside, tripping over the bundled cables, and collapsing unceremoniously short of the body inside. Careless of that, Jack crawled forward the last few feet, scooped up the body, and then started to sob, cradling Danny's burnt and blistered corpse against him.
"...Do we call 911?" Danny asked, voice cracking. Maddie's head snapped back to him from the corpse, watching him stare in bleak, lost confusion at his father and the body he was hugging.
Danny didn't even believe in ghosts. Neither of their kids hid it, treating their profession with a lighthearted exasperation at home and plain embarrassment outside. Somehow, the fact made all of this worse.
"What's happening?" Danny asked helplessly. Shock, the stable part of Maddie's brain told her. He sees what's going on but his mind won't comprehend it. (He wasn't expecting to die today.)
"Y-yes," Maddie said at last, and then forced her voice to stabilize. "I'll... I'll call 911."
But first, she held out her arms, and Danny all but scrambled across the room to throw himself into her arms, still shaking. He was cold as ice, freezing through her haz-mat suit, and that was before he slipped forward with a yelp and tumbled through her. He scrambled back with a cry and tried again, and this time fell solidly against her, hiccupping. She wrapped an arm around him, shushing him softly, and groped for her phone with the other hand. She couldn't take her eyes off Jack, now carrying Danny out of the portal and staring from his corpse to his ghost, looking shattered.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"My son is dead," Maddie heard herself say. Danny hiccupped and clutched at her tighter. There was a brief pause.
"I'm very sorry, ma'am. Where are you? Have you checked his pulse?"
"We're at the Fentonworks building, 18701 northwest..." She rattled off the address mindlessly, and reached down to fumble for Danny's wrist. He let her have it without complaint, too terrified to put up any resistance. She shuddered as she felt nothing, not even the tendons or bone that should be there. Then she looked up at the corpse in Jack's arms and swallowed. "Jack, h-his... his pulse."
Jack nodded mutely and fumbled for Danny's wrist, gingerly running his fingers down the burnt skin until he found the right spot.
"What do you mean, his pulse, his ghost is literally in your lap!" Sam half-shrieked, her mascara running and her fists clenched against her cheeks, her breath coming in short gasps.
"No pulse," Jack croaked hollowly, staring at Danny's ghost.
"Maybe they could..." No, it was a foolish thought, and she wouldn't put false hopes into Danny's head just to put off her own grief. She cradled him closer again, feeling him shudder. She spoke to the operator. "N-no pulse, ma'am."
"Ambulance and police are on their way," the operator said, calm and reassuring. "Can you stay on the line with me?"
"Yes." Maddie felt numb, her own hands trembling as she held Danny close.
"Thank you. Can you tell me your name? Is there anyone else with you?"
"Maddie Fenton," she said. "My husband is with me, and my son's two friends, and... and my son's ghost."
There was another brief pause.
"Alright, Maddie." Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought the operator sounded gentler there. They thought she was crazy, of course. Maddie shut her eyes. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I, I don't know. My son Danny was home with his friends, and they called and..." Deep breath. She started over. "There was an accident in our lab. Danny was electrocuted by one of our in-progress projects."
"Is the device still on?"
"No, ma'am. We had to turn it off to remove the, the body."
Maddie continued answering questions on autopilot, most of her attention on her son, her husband, and the body. Danny had stopped crying, but remained glued to her side, shivering and sniffling. Jack continued to cradle Danny's body, but his eyes were now fixed on Danny, grief spread across his face. Sam and Tucker had both quieted, watching them with fearful, guilt-stricken looks.
It seemed to take forever for the police and ambulance to arrive. Sam got up to show them inside without being asked, staggering up to steps on obviously shaky legs. Maddie was too grateful to insist on her or Jack doing it; with Danny's ghost cradled against her and his corpse in Jack's arms, well...
The paramedics arrived first, sharp-eyed and professional, but the first almost immediately faltered as he laid eyes on the scene. But Jack held up Danny's body beseechingly, his eyes wet and miserable, and they jolted into action.
"Thank you, ma'am," Maddie said to the woman on the line. "They're here now. May I hang up?"
"Yes. The paramedics will take it from here. Take care, Maddie."
Maddie hung up, and looked at the two paramedics as they filed down. They looked at each other, one inclined his head toward Danny, and they split up, one heading for Jack and the body, the other toward Maddie and the ghost. Both of them knelt beside their chosen patient, and Maddie fixed her attention on the one with her.
"Are you Danny?" the paramedic asked, unexpectedly gentle. Danny peeked up and nodded uncertainly, and the paramedic glanced at the body before seeming to make a decision. "Okay, Danny. My coworker June is going to check your body for signs of life to see if you can still be revived. Are you okay with that?" Danny hiccupped and nodded, though a new wave of tears welled up and trickled down his cheeks. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Danny hiccupped again, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "M-my friends wanted to see the p-portal," he managed, voice wavering. Maddie squeezed him, her own eyes welling up while the paramedic listened patiently. "A-and it didn't work so I t-thought it would be f-fine. I went inside a-and I d-didn't check if it was plugged in or anything, a-and then I tripped and fell and I think I hit a button and it turned on!" His voice rose until he was almost wailing. Maddie's throat tightened, and she hugged him closer. Her poor baby.
"You were electrocuted?" the paramedic checked softly.
"I guess," Danny sniffled. "I dunno. It just hurt. And then I felt really cold, and then I..." He looked down at himself and sniffled again, tears slipping nonstop down his cheeks. "Am I dead?"
The paramedic looked at his coworker, who met his eyes and shook her head. Maddie had to swallow a hiccup of her own, trying to be brave for her terrified son. The paramedic did a much better job at it, looking back at Danny and speaking gently.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "There's nothing we can do. June is going to call a coroner and explain the situation-" He caught the other paramedic's eye, and she gave him a nod. "-and we'll have your body taken somewhere it can be prepared for burial or cremation, whichever you prefer." Danny started crying again, and the paramedic exhaled and looked up to meet Maddie's eyes. "Obviously, there's no protocols for this situation. But, as his mother, I think it would still be appropriate for you to make a decision if he doesn't feel able to."
#911 transcripts freak me the Fuck out so i didn't read any for this#sorry if anything seems off#the 911 operator works in a dispatch that serves a large rural area and is not from amity park#so she doesn't know who the fentons are#the paramedics on the other hand ARE from amity park and know them by reputation#hence rolling with the ghost thing better#no identity shenanigans here only Your Awful Lab Safety Killed Your Son And Now He's Crying In Your Lap Because He's Fucking Dead#character death tw#my writing#danny fenton#danny phantom#maddie fenton#jack fenton#tucker foley#sam manson#not pictured: danny begging them not to do an autopsy just leave his body alone please please#he ends up choosing burial because he wants to know where his body is
524 notes
·
View notes
Text
#in light of Wilbur being outed as a freak abuser#this is the state of Twitter rn#especially with dream absolutely BODYing Wilbur people are forgetting that he’s an awful person too#mcyt#wilbur soot#:/
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Thinking about his brain
#fop nature au#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dale dimmadome#art#digital art#fanart#doodle#He spends like all of his time irrationally terrified of going back to poverty#this was inspired by a panel change I had to make to the next comic im working on teehee teehee#originally I was going to have a funny gag of him describing how awful he felt#but I decided to change it because like. He would never admit that he felt bad#feeling bad is a sign of weakness. a sign of failure. a sign that he needs to try harder#like its not just Devs problems he's ignoring. he treats his own body pretty awfully too#not to write that entire thing off as a trauma response tho hes still objectively awful for not listening to his sons wishes#and he wouldn't have done the same if his own leg got as severely injured.#Having a leg amputated is scary he would have tried to salvage it#then again that is still arguably his fucked up version of love#I have thoughts ok!!!#he is so traumatized
830 notes
·
View notes
Text
🖤🖤🖤
#tattoo appreciation post#because sometimes I just stare in awe at how beautiful my tattoos are#seriously my artist is so talented and I’m so honored to be covered in her art#me#my posts#my content#tattoos#leg tattoos#around the knee tattoo#black ink#floral tattoo#sleeve#thigh tattoo#thighs#curvy#curvy and tattooed#curvy women#plus size#body positive#body positive blog#thick thighs#black ink tattoos
656 notes
·
View notes
Text
Creaking!BigB from session 2!
I wanted him to be Of The Horrors, so now he's thoroughly half tree
how tree work? v
He doesn't have Any joint movement from that left foot up to his right shoulder due to the pale oak growth. This very much affects his mobility (specifically his ability to turn his upper body). He's mostly pivoting on his left foot to get around- which works pretty well!
Most injuries don't affect him like they would before, but this is because they get repaired with either oak, moss, or amber soon after the injury takes place. It doesn't exactly overtake BigB over time, just covers wounds. Hilariously, this has also affected his ability to get a haircut because it just kept growing back mossy (he gave up halfway through one and decided it looked cool)
This version of BigB can technically see out of any exposed amber on his person, including the heart. I imagine he forgets to turn towards people he's talking to because he can already see them without turning.
#trafficblr#bigbstatz fanart#bigb fanart#bigbst4tz2#wild life smp#wild life spoilers#wild life fanart#traffic smp#tw body horror#cw body horror#I designed him before the episode dropped#so it's incredibly funny to me that ren referred to the pale moss as bigb's hair after seeing the creaking skin#also more of a hc but oak smells Awful irl and no that won't do#so I've decided he smells somewhere between squash and cinnimon#not quite pumpkin spice but definitely to the right of it
433 notes
·
View notes
Text
text below the cut
while Her Imperious Condescension's colonial pursuits never falter, She does take breaks.
And when She stops, So do I.
And, on some rare occasions, when the crew leaves the docked ship to visit a space station,
I get to leave with them.
Onboard the station, they take care of me, as ordered.
I can't function well without the wires anymore.
Doesn't matter, I'm always connected to wires these days.
The mechanics dote on me, and I'm often the most intact of the helmsmen docked for maintenance.
Sometimes I wish the crew would be more careless with me, and give me a chance to fade, like the rest of them do.
But, I know that all She will give me are a few, rare, days.
Spent in my small body looking outside, for as long as She will allow. So I go through the motions.
#i am an awful writer which is why i stick to drawing but anyways I couldnt get this idea out of my head so i had to make it happen.#heres a long ass dumbass comic thing ty#homestuck#myart#homestuck fanart#the helmsman#the psiioniic#homestuck ancestors#her imperious condescension#psiioniic#mituna captor#body horror#gore#blood#violence#ask to tag
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
doc put them on separate missions :( SOBS
original image:
#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#madness combat#madcom#artwork#sugarrcolaartwork#sanmos#madness combat sanmos#madcom sanmos#sanmos madcom#sanmos madness combat#sanford madness combat#sanford madcom#madcom sanford#deimos madness combat#deimos madcom#madcom deimos#madness combat deimos#madness combat sanford#sanford x deimos#madness combat sanford x deimos#YAOI!#im really sick right now my body hurt so bad#might have covid pray for me guys#chronic illness + covid = AWFUL MIX. I MIGHT BE COOKED#tiktok#tiktok redraw#redraw meme#meme redraw
394 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sweet baby newborn foal skinhe based on @meltedmush 's binghorse
#i hope you like him and his soft keratin tentacles#unironically like all the skin creatures i do think he is very cute#almost exceptionally so where i was looking at his sweet little face and was like aw should i even post this its not rhat cursed#but objectively. yeah i think this will provoke a response#svsss#scumbag self saving system#skinhe#lbh#luo binghe#body horror#my art
364 notes
·
View notes
Text
been on an utdr kick. occasionally i feel the snag of old fandoms… but tbh i blame gaster, because he never left in the first place.
also i know almost nothing about horrortale sans pls forgive me. i’m basing it off the game demo i saw like six years ago.
bro you could totally fit the whole axe in there. question is where would it go.
#utmv#utmv fanart#undertale#ut sans#ut fanart#undertale fanart#wd gaster#utdr#utdr fanart#gaster fanart#ht sans#ney’s comics#horrortale#ney’s art#body horror cw#uh. maybe? i don’t really know if this qualifies since he’s just a lil stretchy#i’m not good at making things actually scary i just end up finding them endearing#the mouth made me laugh okay i can’t help it#but just in case!#let's be real the scariest thing about this is that awful pun at the start#it's so bad i'm so sorry
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
i Will explode if i do not show this so please take incoherent scribbles of an equally as incoherent au idea that will take me several weeks to make an actual post of . local shrimp gets thrown in an awful hospital and gets inconvenienced by several monsters while witnessing horrors beyond comprehension i'll explain everything later
ok back to your regularly scheduled programming
#tadc ragatha#tadc caine#tadc jax#tadc zooble#[ ooc ]#[ doodles ]#tw body horror#tw horror#getting my brain rotted by a piece of media featuring a female protagonist being guided by voices - Oh Wait#the awful digital hospital
405 notes
·
View notes
Text
body writing (he/it)
uncensored
also adding Pawlly as an alternative name for him similar to Moss/Mawss
#thats the second time i replaced 'o' with 'aw' to make a punny name for a self insert#puppyboy#puppy sub#nsft puppy#trans puppy#mawssart#dogboy#dog boy#ftm puppy#ftm nsft#puppyplay#polly#pawlly#body writing nsft
156 notes
·
View notes
Text
One day I accidentally saw the spoiler and people were like "oh, but it was without a context, we have to wait for it!" and it made me truly curious to see what the whole scene was about
And let me tell you it turns out I was perfectly happy not knowing what it was about
(But you know, curiosity killed the cat. And I loved this scene, it was positively heartbreaking, angst in its finest form. Exactly opossite to what I expected to happen knowing this season was supposed to be quiet and gentle and romantic)
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens season 2#good omens spoilers#go season 2 spoilers#digital#animation#my art#crowley#david tennant#aziraphale#michael sheen#ineffable husbands#not exactly quiet and peaceful and romantic#wonderful scene though by the way#definitely worth watching and crying over it#and yes I rotoscoped otherwise it would take me days#I don't have days#I also didn't have good quality pictures#so by rotoscoping i mean marking position of the body and guessing how should I draw and shade it#you can see it by the awful quality of some frames
1K notes
·
View notes