#tho this isn't the case for OCs

[solargeist]

i thought abt different ear shapes ..! something abt how cats go from ears on the side of their head, to on top hahaha

i have . more drafts of kid xelqua phphph

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[batz]

commission for my friend of his fallout 4 sole survivor oc davis and hancock . this took one billion centuries bc idk how to draw hancock</3

[greenteaandtattoos]

you know, i didn't realize that you could have a hyperfixation on a color until i had a cart full of thrifted green clothes and i was wondering why when lavender is my favorite color but i have barely any lavender clothes and my friend went, "it's the autism" and i was like ohhhhhh yeah alright that makes sense.

[shirogane-oushirou]

meowdy... <3

[lucent-nargacuga]

it's his birthday

happy ides of march to casey

info about this funny cat under the cut

-casey's pronouns are he/they

-he's the same species as the "test tube cat" from kirby 64 (not magolor's species)

-their abilities are somewhat similar to magolor's, although there's obvious differences

-he's from another galaxy that is really far away

-they're not evil but love pranks and cracking funny jokes

-he used to be called "catguy" before I settled on "casey"

-magolor probably would hate them (casey has no idea who he even is)

-despite being mischievous he's actually really good emotional support

-if they like you, they will probably offer you cola that they pulled out of a dimensional rift

[wereh0gz]

Ok so like. A thought I've had bouncing around in my head for a day or two now is Ruby being very, VERY envious of Sonic, at least when they first meet. Like to the point where she can't look at him directly

Because here they are, looking at a person who also had Dark Gaia Energy forced into his body, who is a beast, who is sick, just like them... but he can hide it

He can feign normalcy. He can hide his monstrosity. She can't. She can't turn back into a normal mobian during the day like he can. She's stuck in her monstrous form and suffers every day because of it. She doesn't get any real normalcy

It's not like Sonic actually has it any better. He's still sick, just like they are. And there are times where his condition becomes obvious, when the sun sets and he forcefully transforms. But it never stopped him from being a hero, from having friends, from being loved by the world, from living the life they wished they could have

And maybe she resented him for it. Just a little

[carbonateddelusion]

I'm too lazy to draw it rn but imagine Tommy

imagine being Hannah (his mama) in this situation. you had this kid with this That Boy Ain't Right french dude who is CLEARLY not interested in you because you were in a comphet relationship. and then your child starts talking about seeing your brother, his uncle, who disappeared YEARS ago and your mother, who is long long long gone, watching over him. you have produced another Boy That Ain't Right

[arolesbianism]

The Joshua section of my oni playlist is looking great so far

[viti-ocs]

I am excited because I am trying to create a fictional cult rn

[irunaki]

You mentioned gods when you showed us the OC map, may we see some?

YIPIII!!!!!!

So: I still need to organise things but here's the rough idea

There are 2 main religions around the islands and then there's like 30 more little ones that for now I don't think I'll develop much cuz I'm lazy

All the Gods from all the religions live together in the first sun (there's 2 sun's in case u didn't read the first oc thing)

Humans are the only ones whose Gods were denied bc since they fight too much abt it Gods decided they didn't deserve to have their help (whomp whomp)

But there's some Gods that are commun in every religion, just changing some small things

So the principal is the 1st sun God, cuz its the most important sun

Then some religions have all the suns in one god and all the moons in one god and other have a different god for each sun and each moon

Then theres like gods for everything

So the gods ill show here i didnt decide what religion they are specifically but they are from one of the 2 principal ones

(This drawong its old thos sucks)

Soo this is Aik he is one of the love Gods

He is the God of romantic love, he has a sister that is of family love and a brother that is of carnal love aka lust his father is of kindness/affection yk those types of things and his mother is of of birth and children and all that

I have the designs for his siblings and I should start making the ones for his parents soo ya

Bad English but ya

Look at the boy :3 he's like a big brother for all the other Gods, specially for the sun and moon ones but he isn't like the one who rules it all arl this is not like Zeus also he asks consent

Ok so thus is the lover it talked on the page above (his design inst finished yet)

then we have these two cuties

So the first one is the God of chaos, confusion, pretty much anything that doesn't make sense (they actually go down to the mortal World just to mess with things like randomly giving someone wings or turning your house upside down xd) I haven't decide their name yet cuz they go by too many names

Hes not a bad guy btw hes just silly like think of Discord from mlp when fluttershy alr made him good.

the second one is Afhria, and she's basically the opposite of them, Goddess of organisation, preparations also associated with luck, prosperity and education

ok so this one is Rokha and hes the "auxiliar " God like he is the one to be called when its going on like a ritual or a sacrifice or smr like that hes the one here tp help it go well and assure it gets to the God the mortals are trying to comunicate with (he's a sweetheart)

Hes also associates with things going well and luck

this is the early concept for Womm, the God of the starts but it's not finished so his design will probably change a lot yet

Heres a Aik paper doll I made btw

And here's some other concepts

1- Aik and his brother

2-Surya and two of his brothers but I didn't finish their design

3-Afhria and the Chaos :3

TYSM FOR THE ASK!!!!! ill try to develop the other gods cuz I have a looot of concepts but never actually continued them

[ynscrazylife]

Eek! Yay!

So since I'm just a few episodes ahead I'm just going to keep it kind of vague. What do you think of a younger sister whose just a little younger than Sam? Dean practically raising her and so they're super close but when Sam leaves for college their dad decides that maybe the hunter life isn't the best for his daughter so he leaves her behind with a family friend. Imagine the angst and abandonment issues (def not me) like after Dean picks up Sam he tracks down his younger sister he hasn't seen in like a year and she just never gave up hunting so now she's actually pretty good at it? Can you imagine how awkward that reunion would be?? Maybe they're hunting down a monster together or something??

Sorry, this isn't exactly a scenario so much as my own personal idea for a backstory? I don't know but if you like it or you want something else let me know cause there's tons more that are similar or completely different from this one 😏

Great minds think alike cause I kinda had an idea in mind where Dean and Sam meet up with their sister through a hunt! This is a little different than what you put in the ask tho, so I hope that’s alright. I also feel like there is enough for a part 2 so I could end up adding to this! And this would be a fun OC concept to make 👀 if anyone wants that.

a reunion for the ages (dean & sam winchester x sister!reader)

The thing that makes this entire situation, what your life has become, so backwards and twisted is that at first, you didn’t actually want to hunt. You wanted to go to college, like Sam. You weren’t even that much younger than him and in his first year, he seemed to love it. But when your time rolled around, you didn’t get into Stanford.

Yes, there were other colleges that accepted you, but you really wanted to be with your big brother. The rejection hit you hard and as a result (and needing a distraction), you threw yourself into hunting. You became careless and reckless and instead of talking with you about it, your dad made a decision for you: that you weren’t cut out for hunting. He left you and took Dean with him.

When Dean realized what was going on, he of course tried to stop his dad. They got into a pretty bad fight over it. But he was a stubborn man and he refused to go back for you. Dean tried calling you, but thinking that he was in on it with Dad, you refused to pick up. You kept in touch with Sam for a little while, but the both of you got busy as time went on, and the weekly calls stopped.

A few years later, Dean and Sam have hit the road, intent on finding Dad. The backseat of the Impala, which was usually occupied by you, is empty.

“I thought if I gave you some time you might bring it up yourself, but dude, are we picking up Y/N or not?” Sam asks finally, no longer wanting to beat around the bush about it. He knows about Dad and Dean leaving you behind, but assumes that at some point you would’ve made up with them.

“She shouldn’t be involved in this,” Dean says resolutely, keeping his eye on the road ahead, firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“You had no problem involving me in this,” Sam points out, trying not to sound upset over it. There was a small part of him that wonders if he hadn’t gone with Dean, would he’ve been able to save Jess? Still, he knows that he went willingly, and that he could’ve said no.

“You know how to hunt and fight. The last time I saw Y/N hunt . . . Trust me, it didn’t go well,” Dean mutters, definitely not in the mood to have this conversation.

“Shouldn’t we at least let her know what’s going on with Dad?” Sam suggests, now more curious about what happened between you and Dean and Dad. You never gave many details about it.

“Have at it, if she’ll pick up,” Dean says, throwing one hand in the air. He’s trying to play it off as if he doesn’t care, but he does. He misses you.

Sam tries but, as Dean predicted, you don’t answer. Over the next couple days, they get wrapped up into a case where they suspect an angry ghost is the perpetrator, going after the people that they blame for their death. Thankfully they’re able to find the object that the ghost is attached to, a music box. What they don’t expect, however, is to be dealing with a ghost possessing someone. It’s a chef, to be exact, which leads them to their current situation: fighting the possessed chef in his kitchen.

“Sam, a little help here?!” Dean yells, fist-fighting the enraged chef, who looks a little ridiculous in his white chef’s hat.

“I don’t have any iron! Or salt!” Sam yells back, rummaging through his bag in search of something, anything, that might help.

Suddenly, someone runs into the room from behind the guy and jumps on his back. It’s a woman, with a bat in her hand. As the guy stumbles back, she hits him in the head repeatedly, until the guy throws her off his back and onto the table. The woman smacks him again with the bat, then gets salt from out of her pocket, and throws it at him. The ghost is expelled from his body and he drops to the floor.

Dean and Sam exchange looks, wondering who the hell she is.

The ghost isn’t done yet, though. It lifts the woman into the air and lets her drop onto the table, which cracks. She falls onto the floor and the ghost lunges for her, disappearing and now possessing her. Dean and Sam prepare themselves for another fight, only to both freeze when the woman stands up and turns around.

It’s their sister. Their little sister, who’s meant to be enjoying a hunt-free life. There’s a gash on her forehead which is leaking blood down her face and within seconds, she’s lunging at Sam.

He falls back, not sure what to do. If this were anyone else being possessed, he’d fight back, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Y/N, Y/N, c’mon!” He yells, doing his best to dodge your hits.

Dean runs around and grabs you in a bear-hug, pinning your arms to your sides. He drags you back, even as you thrash. “Get some salt, Sam!” He says, struggling to manage you.

“I told you, I don’t have any!” Sam repeats, frustrated.

“It’s a KITCHEN!” Dean practically screams.

While Sam looks for salt, you twist out of Dean’s arms. The two of you go at it but eventually, Dean’s able to get you down on the ground. He feels bad about pressing his knee on your abdomen, holding your arms down, but he has to keep you there.

“I found a salt shaker,” Sam says, kneeling down by your head. “We gotta destroy the music box, though, before the ghost possesses one of us.”

“Alright, do it, but give me the salt,” Dean says, moving your arms above your head and holding your wrists with one hand. With his other, he takes the salt and has to pry your jaw open to pour the salt in your mouth.

You cough and splutter, but Dean forces your mouth to close until you’ve swallowed the salt. Finally, the ghost leaves your body. Dean throws the salt shaker to Sam, who salts the music box before chucking it into the oven.

“Alright, Y/N, we gotta go,” Dean says, throwing one of your arms over his shoulders and pulling you to your feet.

All you can do is lean against him and mumble your brother’s name, your head spinning.

Sam grabs the chef and the four of you stumble out the back exit. Sam lays the chef on the ground and calls the fire department, then you guys make your getaway in Dean’s car.

“I’m staying with her,” Sam decides, sitting in the backseat with you while Dean starts to drive.

“Sam . . . Dean? What’re you doing here?” You ask as Sam tends to your head with the first aid kit that they keep in the car. You can hardly believe that you’re really with your brothers again.

“Could ask you the same question, kid. Sammy and I were hunting that ghost,” Dean says, speeding up a little to get to the motel faster.

“So was I,” you say. Your head feels far too heavy to hold up on your own right now so you let it lean against Sam’s shoulder.

“What?” The brothers ask in unison. They weren’t sure what answer they were expecting but it wasn’t that.

“Been hunting ever since you and Dad left, Dean,” you tell them. Even though you are in pain, you don’t miss the beat of silence that follows.

“You were pretty good back there,” Sam compliments, ruffling your hair a bit. With your head wound bandaged up, he slings his arm around you for the rest of the drive.

Dean is quiet, his fingers thumping against the steering wheel, until the three of you arrive at the motel. Sam helps you out and lays you down on his bed. “I’ll be right back, gonna get you an ice pack,” he says, going to the mini ridge.

Dean sits across from you on his own bed, sighing. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Like I got thrown onto a table . . . Oh wait, I did,” you answer sarcastically, mustering up a smile.

Sam returns, giving you the ice pack and then sitting next to Dean. He glances between his siblings, sensing some tension. “Do you two need to . . . Talk or something?” He asks.

“You’ve really been hunting this whole time?” Dean asks you, still in a bit of disbelief.

You nod. “I got my act together after Dad . . . After you and Dad left. I wanted to prove him wrong,” you explain, shrugging. “Where is he, anyway?”

Sam and Dean exchange a look. “We don’t know. We’ve been hunting and hoping to find him in the process,” Sam says.

You nod slowly. Your dad taking off isn’t that uncommon, but it is uncommon to see your brothers hunting together. “I’ll get out of your hair soon,” you mumble, not sure that they wanted you around.

“Woah, wait. There’s no rush. Sam was right, you were pretty good back there . . . We could use your help,” Dean says. He’s not going to let you go so easily this time around.

“Really?” You say, a little surprised. You sit up in bed, taking the ice pack off your forehead.

“Yes. And keep that on,” Dean says quickly, taking the ice pack from you and pressing it to your wound himself. He moves to sit down next to you, making you roll your eyes, but you don’t argue. It’s kinda nice to have him helping you out, he’s always been protective over you and Sam.

“The Three Musketeers, all back together again,” Sam jokes, just to annoy you both.

“Is it too late to back out now?” You ask.

“Yes,” the brothers say. You’re in too deep now, Dean and Sam aren’t letting you go again.

[inkdrinkerworld]

pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔

his jealousy breeds possessiveness i just KNOW it!! minor spoilers for across the spider verse

there's a burning sensation in his chest when he sees hobie touch the small of your back as you walk through the doors to his office.

miguel knows that hobie knows you're together- he'd walked in on miguel resting his head on your stomach after a hard case.

it's innocent, but the way your head tosses back as you laugh has a red hot handprint searing it's way through his chest and laying right under his heart.

miguel isn't used to this. to feeling this territorial- he'd forgotten it, and now, having it again made him want to pull you to his side and shower you in his affection.

not for the others to see though, just for you and him.

"we figured out that the anomaly is from earth-20345, some doc oc variant." you say, moving towards miguel as your friends settle into their own spaces.

it's no secret that you're together, you just prefer subtly to make each other feel safe and not overwhelmed.

"he's a bit shit at fighting tho, tripped all over himself. haven't got a scooby-doo as to when he'd become doc oc." hobie sits on one of the desks, his head hanging off it as Gwen fills in the rest of the story.

miguel is listening, paying almost full attention, but he sees your hand inching towards his and your pinky locks with his and his shoulders deflate just a little.

"lyla said you'd been worried," you whisper, miguel's eyes rolling at mention of the holographic woman. "i'm all in one piece."

"she's a little liar," he insists and you suppress a smile. "te lo juro."

"so you didn't get a tiny bit jealous just now?" you've caught him and miguel sighs, effectively cutting off miles and gwen.

"okay meeting over. you all stick of metal," they disperse and when you're alone with miguel he tilts your chin up and crowds your space.

"wasn't jealous of hobie," he says softly, stroking your jaw and then your chin. "not jelaous of any of them, you sleep in my bed, wearing my clothes," his nose brushes yours, "and you get breathless from my kisses."

to emphasise his point, he molds his lips to yours, all tongue and slow and consuming. when he pulls away your chest is rising and falling rapidly and your lips are chasing his.

"me haces falta." he whispers and you grin, combing your fingers through his hair.

"te quiero, miguel."

[varganardi]

200 followers celebration time!!

CLOSED

Thanks for participating <3

I've never done a GA (gonna short it down to GA so Tumblr doesn't filter this post out LOL) but now I wanna try creating one! :D

To celebrate 200 followers, I wanna give something back, as a thank you! I know my art isn't "top quality", but I do like drawing self ships and spreading love, and now I wanna do so! <3

The contest will be open for a week, and I’ll choose by random one winner who’s OC/self ship I’ll draw in Chibi style!

Keep in mind this is the first time I do this - and I have Adhd and dyscalculia etc so might take a while with counting etc etc... - so bare with me LOL

I really enjoyed ArtFight, and how happy people were when I drew their OC and ships ahshsh, so I thought this could be a nice GA!

I will draw the winners' self-ship - Chibi style!

Ofc, I won't draw, nor let pr0/c0mshippers participate.

I only draw humans tho, sorry! 😭

(Ok with drawing "occults"/vampires, elves, fairies etc)

How to participate

Like and reblog this post

Follow me on this account @espresso-ships 

Reblog 1-2 of my previous art posts, using #espresso self ship GA (so I easily can find posts and entries for the giveaway!)

Comment “Done” so I can keep track of participants! (Important)

Optional - Tag 1-2 selfship community friends!

That’s it! You’re now part of my giveaway :3 Good luck <33

Rules

For self shippers ONLY

No proship/comships or NSFT accounts allowed!

You need to be following me to participate

I only draw humans/non-complex characters. Sorry! :( I wanna learn to draw non-humans and furries but don’t feel comfy with it just yet 💕

Check DM’s! I will contact the winner here on Tumblr for details about the drawing, so keep an eye on messages in case you win! :)

The chance to participate lasts a week!

You can enter the GA until 14 August, 12AM in Central European Summer Time (CEST)

I begin school again next week, so I'll fix everything up and contact the winner during the weekend!

I don't know how long it will take to draw the art for the winner, so have patience with me! <3

That's all!

If something is unclear, or if I've explained something poorly - please let me know!

And don't be shy to ask if you have questions if needed

Thanks for reading, and good luck!

[lyss-sketchbox]

God I really hope they change the designs. We don't even need a lore reason, they aren't officially in the game yet. Just fuckin give the characters some melanin. And even if it wasn't just the cultural disrespect isn't everyone tired of the same pale character design at this point. And also you're definitely right about the character design in general. Some of the outfits and characters look like bad genshin ocs they shoved into the game.

I'm not even talking about the skin color at this point. I've accepted that hyv is a chinese company and wont do shit unless the CN community riots.

CASE in point. Spin-to-win Neuvi nerf was mass reported by the CN community as consumer fraud and I bet they're gonna fix that immediately.

It's just... idk common sense??? It may be a fictional world but it does take inspirations from Latin America / African that has... idk hot climates!! Therefore darker skin!! And for some reason you drop this pasty ass vampire cowboy lady???? In NATLAN???? Like they wouldn't get this much of a backlash if most of these characters we as black as Iansan atleast.

My gripe now is just the designs itself. The first 3 characters don't look that bad, i can get behind that. They're cute and colorwise very complimentary. Even the pyro archon(?) even though she looks like she doesn't even belong in Natlan, red black and yellow goes well together.

The cowboy and leopard lady tho...

ESPECIALLY the vampire cowboy goth lady. She literally is just beta clorinde they lazily put in Natlan for a bigger roster. I just hate how messy and out of place she looks even by Natlan's messy standards.

Feathery (?) strandy hat, very convoluted shirt (?), the long coat tails attacked to the short revealing shirt gimmick, pants that only has one leggings (????)

What is this? Genuinely. It's asymetry for the sake of asymetry. I hate it. Theres no purpose in this, this outfit highlights nothing. I see her and its just a blotch of black-purple-red with super contasting pasty pale skin. Worst of all she doesn't even look like she's from Natlan, she looks like a messy ruffed up travelling cowboy with none of those Natlan symbols or tattoos or patterns or anything. Just normal leather and straps.

It is ugly. It doesnt work. Its not nice to look at. I hope she doesnt play a role where she shows up on screen alot. Im sorry.

Same point for the leopard lady. Doesn't look Natlan at all. Just a leopard lady with revealing clothes. SHORT JEANS TOO MIGHT I ADD. Something you probably don't see in Natlan. She is less hated by me because atleast her color palette works.

Its facking Acheron again but I can excuse Archeron because ITS SPACE.

[dwcmarshalarts]

Hey man just wanna say i really love your content of military furries. Its really my thing to see furries be seriouse and in combats and not always be about thigh high stocks and cuddles. I would imagine my own military furry ocs in a similar story of call od duty if i eer get an idea.

Keep up the good work

Thank you for the ask! Though I suppose it really isn't an ask and more of a message. In any case, I do appreciate it!

I'll say that there's a balance that needs to be played, and while I do tend to specialize in the more serious stuff, I do think there's room for thigh highs and such. You can't have serious if you don't have a frame of reference, and in addition to that, stuff that takes itself *too* seriously plays the risk of being too edgy, too self-important.

I think the key overall is playing things straight. Whimsical and "cutesy" things can still happen of course, in-universe as well. The important thing is that the undergirding logic that governs any worldbuild isn't treated like "ooh isn't that awkward?" etc.

Good points tho!

-DWC