#yee lazy sketch

[dingbatnix]

Day 7: Costume

That's...not what Sapnap thought would happen xD

Taglist:

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156

[sh4tter-maj1k]

2 Bloody lazy to finish dis sketch soo :P Have Desby(I’ve slowly been getting back into incredibox shit sooo yee XD

[tako-cafe]

Rio please! Honestly do any emotion(s) with him as long as he has puppy ears and a tail as well >:3

Here's rio btw

Just his face cause in lazy :3 okie dokie yee

lil rio sketch for you :3

[hijacking-hearts]

Unfortunately, I did not in fact disintegrate the second 2023 began so here I am in all my disgustingly depressed and repressed glory.

Anyways happy new years and what not, time is a construct and I don't exist bitch, fuck you.

But enough about me, I bring yee some definitely drawn this year and not last year Quackity sketches/wips to never be finished ever.

First one:

When Quackity reunited with his dead son while dresses up as Peppa pig look at em so happy. Makes a grown man cry.

It's me, I'm crying.

Second pic:

A rather rough sketch of revolutionary quackity that was suppose to be an overly dramatic piece but I got lazy and realized about halfway through drawing this that i don't know how to draw backgrounds.

So yeah...

The third one:

An even rougher sketch of Quackity and Luzu's meet up in the town center or whatever. I had this whole lil comic idea that I wanted to do, but unfortunately the sketches that I had drawn out at work were destroyed by my washing machine because I had sketched it all out on some sticky notes and my dumbass self had left em in my pockets and now they're gone.

This was a vague attempt at remaking them on my ipad but I just couldn't recreate the feel the sticky note sketches had.

Sadge.

Anyways here another attempt at recreating said comic but with color:

As you can see no background and I don't know how to structure comics. However, an attempt was made as you can clearly see.

I actually quite like the way this came out. I might do more of this type of thing but I dunno.

Hope y'all like these I'll try to draw some more stuffs but I make no promises inbox is open, feliz año nuevo, chupame la verga y dale un besito a tu mamá de mi parte.

Muah I guess.

[beardlessbaritone]

ghost king danno sketch

yes i’ve read lots of greek mythology stuff

[diphylleiaj]

you got got the rhythm 

[tickotaku]

Hi! Could I request match up with Bungou Stray dogs and Ikemen Vampire?

I'm a average height girl 5 feet 1.8 inches. I've got redish purlpe hair..yes I colour it. My eyes is dark brown. My beauty mark is on my chest a little above on my breast. Also I'm a chubby person. I got low self-esteem, anxiety, a little lazy and depression. I'm not that talkactive I only listen to what people talk about and I'm a good observer, I only talk when there is something important.. I know little martial arts (Taekwondo). I'm a introvert person. I LOVE HOODIE!! BLACK COLUR ONE. People always say I'm a mysterious person (including my mom say this to me). Quite place is my fave.. I don't really like crowded and noisy places.

I good at writing a poem kind of.. I also like to spread love to those in need, I can cook and draw. My hobbies is listen to music with my earphones, sleep, draw something, write poem and lyrics and play my Kalimba. Oh! Also, I can speak Chinese, Malay and English. I like black colour and dark blue. I hate it when people being rude towards other.. Also, I don't like it when they disturbed my sleeps! I don't really people that have short temper.

Hello! Firstly, thank you so much for sending in a match-up!!! And secondly, thank you for you patience!!! I know its been quite a while since you sent this in, and I’m really sorry about that, but the wait is now over! I hope you like it enough to make up for it.

So without further ado, here is your match-up!

For Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Edgar Allan Poe!

(I'll try to leave spoilers out, but some things in here are inspired by Poe in the manga so yee)

So here's the thing, Poe is six feet tall. And to him you're the most adorable woman in the world

He was drawn to your mysterious nature. He was a detective, and he had a case (of love)

He doesn't care that your "chubby" and to be honest he barely notices.

You and Poe are both quiet, observant people.

And he likes that he can sit with you and enjoy your presence in a comfortable silence.

When it comes to low self esteem and anxiety, Poe completely understands

He also doesn't care for crowded and noisy places, so you're dates are generally more casual. Like staying in or going on a picnic.

He'll do everything he can to comfort you when you feel depressed and will shower you with love.

His affection is awkward at first because he's not sure what to do exactly

But he likes to hold you and stroke your hair.

When Poe found out you right poetry he was ✨ ELATED ✨

He can and will write you love poems.

He also loves to read whatever you write. He'll try not to be too pushy about it, but he'll drop "subtle" hints about wanting to see.

Hearing you play the kalimba is soothing for him and he'll often work while listening

He can be kind of extra sometimes. That and his wealth means he'll think of some interesting gifts. He won't over do it, but don't be surprised if you get another odd pet.

Whenever you play with Karl, this man melts.

He'll have a dopey grin on his face as he comes over to join you.

He's getting hoodies. He doesn't care if it doesn't fit his aesthetic. He wants to do that thing where he gives you his hoodie to wear.

He finds you impressive as well. The ability to spell three languages, the thoughts you put into your lyrics, even the bit of martial arts you know.

All of them add to the list of things he admires about you and he feels so lucky to be with you.

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For Ikemen Vampire I match you with...

Dazai Osamu!

(His route isn't out yet, and I haven't played many of the other routes yet, so I apologise if he's out of character in any way.)

Dazai is considered a bit of a mysterious person himself, and he finds you interesting.

He's also perceptive, so he picks up on your insecurities pretty quickly.

He'll always compliment you as you pass in the halls or anytime he sees you.

The two of you started bonding because you'd often see each other in the library.

He discovers that you write, and compliments you on it.

Anytime he sees your lyrics or poetry, he smiles to himself as he reads it.

You have friendly competitions and write to certain prompts or about a random subject.

He writes you a love poem to put under your pillow but before he can, Arthur starts nagging you about whether or not you and Dazai are a couple.

If Arthur tries to make a move on you, queue protective Dazai.

He ends up just handing you the letter himself.

And is really happy when you accept.

He always has your back and won't let the other residents be rude to you.

Only he gets to tease you

He won't wake you from sleeping, but don't be surprised if he joins you. Wrapping his arms around you softly.

He boasts about how amazing you are sometimes. It took about two minutes for the entire mansion to know you guys were together.

If you're feeling off or upset, he'll try and cheer you up.

If that doesn't work he'll simply be there for you, and offer to listen as he holds you close.

Dazai loves how kind you are. He wants to do everything he can to make sure your pure heart never gets broken.

He may ask you to teach him some of your hobbies, mostly so he can spend more time with you.

Being around you is comforting to him, and his favorite time is when he's relaxing in the library with you.

Reading together, writing, talking, as long as it's with you it's better. Even just watching you as you sketch is a beautiful moment to him. Almost as beautiful as you.

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Thank you for requesting a match up! I hope you like it!

[ryntrinity]

Yee -v- best boisiis! I wanted to draw more characters, but I'm lazy, sorry 'v' ✏️ ✏️ ✒️ ✏️ ✏️ #nanodrawmo #nanodrawmo2019 #sketch #referencedrawing #digitalart #digitalsketch #digitaldoodle #fanart #ghost #darkdanny #danphantom #dannyphantom #rotg #jackfrost #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/B4nkZAYAbb9/?igshid=zlyzzbkrobvt

[from-the-clouds]

Broken - Steve/Reader

Gif originally by @toney-starks

Playlist * Masterlist

Summary/Request from @barnestans: 'room mate falls in the shower and breaks an arm’ with Steve!! Give me Steve being super proper and polite but also hilarious!!

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Broken arm.

AN: YEE! Little bit of humor, fluff, angst, everything. Another prompt for @barnestans prompt night!! I haven’t written anything I’m this proud of in awhile, so please enjoy Y/N and Roommate!Steve

This situation wasn't something any normal person your age would have to experience, but somehow, it happened. What the hell? This stuff only happened to senior citizens, or so you thought.

You could only really blame yourself, though. For the past weeks, you'd been overworking yourself. You were staying at work late, hardly eating since you were so busy, fueled by coffee and energy bars. Essentially, you were burning the candle at both ends.

It was a Friday night, and you were home later than normal. Steve, your roommate, who usually spent his weekends in drawing, locked inside his room, had already arrived at home. You could hear the faint sound of Frank Sinatra playing through the crack under his door, his record of choice for when he was sketching. 

Gently, you rested your head against the wall of his bedroom, listening to his desk chair creak as he shifted his his weight, a sharp inhale through his nose. You'd lived together almost a year now, after he responded to a Craigslist ad you had posted when your old roommate, a friend from your previous job, moved out. The dynamic between the two of you was perfect. He was incredibly introverted, as were you, but you'd had plenty of nights where you stayed up talking after watching your favorite TV shows together, him sitting across from you on the armchair in your living room, his fingers clasping the neck of a beer bottle as you tipsily listened to him tell stories from college. He wasn't draining to be around, like most people.

He was handsome, you'd known that initially when you met him. But that wasn't why you fell in love with him. Maybe you were crazy. Maybe it was just the idea of him that you liked. But he was so close all the time, so kind and quiet and gentle. There weren't many men like him. And the handful of times he'd brought someone home after a date, only a few months after he'd moved in, had nearly broken your heart. It had been awhile since he'd done that, though, and while it was foolish to let those things effect your relationship, you couldn't quite help but feel relieved that he didn't appear to currently be dating. Stepping away from his bedroom and across the hall to yours, the wooden floor creaked as it settled underneath your feet. 

"Welcome home, (Y/N)," You heard Steve call from inside his room, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Happy Friday.”

"Thank you," you found yourself smirking, too.

"I hope you're going straight to bed," he said. "I've barely seen you at all these past few weeks," His voice was quite muffled by the door, but you could still picture him sitting at his desk, pencil to notepad, not even looking up as he spoke to you, reading glasses perched on his nose.

"I'm showering first," you chuckled, and he didn't respond, but knew he had heard you. 

Opening up your bedroom door, you found it in a bit of a disarray, your clothes scattered all over the floor as you'd left it this morning. Shucking off your coat, you tossed it in the chair next to your bed, which usually was where you deposited clothes that weren't dirty that you were too lazy to hang up. 

Next you entered your bathroom, where you turned the shower to it's hottest setting, water on full blast. You didn't have the luxury of a bathtub, so you'd have to make do. This evening, you were primarily focused on curling up with a cup of tea or hot chocolate, maybe a glass of wine...or maybe both.

After undressing, you stepped into the shower, steadying yourself with the handle. Your least favorite part about this apartment was how slick the shower was when it got wet. You usually wore flip-flops for more traction, but tonight you didn't really care, you wanted to get out of the shower and into bed as fast as possible.

The hot water was intoxicating, running over the tense muscles in your back as you turned your neck to both sides, eyes closed, savoring every second of bliss. A contented sigh left your lips lazily, as you tilted your head back to let the water wash away the tension between your eyebrows. It was like curling up in a warm blanket, so maybe that's why you seemed to suddenly black out, the next thing you knew you were on your stomach, one arm bent awkwardly underneath you, screaming in pain, your head pounding.

A whimper passed your lips when you tried to stand, your arm was bent at an angle you didn't know was possible....probably because it wasn't. You realized with horror you were unable to move, and you must have hit the shower knob on your way down, because the water was now freezing, almost dangerously so. There had to be a way out of this, had too. There was no way in hell you were going to call out for help.

The pain in your arm seemed to only get worse, however. Tears were pricking at the back of your eyes, partly from pain, partly from embarrassment. You didn't have a choice.

"Help!" You croaked out meekly. That wasn't going to be enough. Your whole body was trembling from the cold water. "Steve!" You called for your roommate.  This might as well happen today, you thought to yourself. So much for your crush. After this you'd have to change your identity and flee the state.

After managing to holler his name a few more times you heard the bedroom door open. 

"(Y/N)?" you heard Steve call. Your bathroom door creaked open. "Are you okay?"

Your only view was the tile wall of the shower, and you thanked God that at least you'd fallen on your stomach, so he didn't see every part of you. It saved you a bit of humiliation, as if that were possible.

"Stop!" You commanded. "I think....I think I broke my arm....or something. I can't move. I don't know."

"It's okay, let me turn off the water. It's freezing in here," Steve shivered, but his voice was calm and even. You were crying pretty hard now, a mixture of embarrassment, pain, and stress, and you hoped he couldn't tell.

"Don't look at me!" You blurted out.

"I'm not-" you heard him sniff. "I'm not going to look at you," he said. His voice moved closer to you, and the shower water turned off, abruptly.  

"Please don't look at me," you repeated. You felt something soft drape over your back as Steve covered you with a towel, kneeling next to you. Turning your head, you were able to finally look at him. He was wearing gray sweats and a white t-shirt. 

"It's okay," he murmured, and you felt his palm rest on the small of your back, a gesture that was supposed to be comforting that only made you more flustered. "What happened?"

"I- I don't know. I think I passed out. All the sudden I was on the floor and I can't....I can't move. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he repeated himself, but a small smile was playing on the edge of his lips.

"Don't laugh at me, Steve, I'm serious!"

"I'm not," he said, but then the smile broke fully on his face. 

"Steve," you whined, a fresh batch of tears starting. 

He grew serious then, the smile falling from his face. "It's okay, (Y/N) don't cry." He leaned over you so his eyes were level with yours. "Can you roll over onto your back for me?" he asked. "I promise I won't look at you."

You nodded, and he helped you, the towel that had once provided you with some modesty now lying damp on the floor. But he grabbed it and adjusted it so it laid across your front, helping you into a seated position with your back against the tiles. Gingerly, you tucked your arm against your chest. "Is it bad?" you asked. "I can't see."

Steve glanced down at your arm, suddenly paling and covering his mouth with his hand. "Yeah it's...." he gagged, squeamish. "It's bad."

"Jesus Christ," you said. "The toilet's over there."

"I'm sorry I don't like-" he glanced at your arm and gagged again.

"Then stop looking at it!" You scolded. "If you vomit on me right now I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to come back from this.....gross."

He started laughing then, doing an absolute shit job of hiding it from you. 

"Steve, what the hell?" You said, feeling like crying all over again. "It's not funny, it really hurts."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," he apologized, but had to stifle another laugh  

Dejected, your head fell back against the tiles and you bit your lower lip.

"I'm going to have to take you to the hospital," he said. "Do you want me to get some clothes for you to put on?"

"Please," You murmured. "Whatever's at the top of my drawer."

For the few minutes he left the room you prayed that this wasn't really happening. It had to be some type of nightmare. You willed yourself to wake up only to realize that it was all really happening.

"Okay, here," Steve re-entered the bathroom. Despite the circumstances, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, especially now that his cheeks were a little flushed from everything going on. It made you feel humiliated all over again. "I got some sweatpants from your drawer, I figured those would be easy to put on. And I brought one of my sweatshirts, that way I can just put it over your head and you don't have to worry about moving your arm...okay?" He asked. "And I'll help you with your shoes, alright?"

You nodded, sniffing, reality setting in that you wouldn't get to spend your evening in, cozy in your bed. Now you had to face a hectic, germ-infested hospital, likely alone once Steve dropped you off. "Let me help you up, alright?" He crouched in front of you. "Put your hand on my shoulder, hang on to me," he instructed and you obeyed, leaning forward to shift your weight onto your feet as you leaned against him, his body solid and sturdy. When you finally rose to your feet on wobbly legs, your bare feet slipped again on the slick tiles and you gasped, expecting to hit the ground. But instead, Steve caught you, both his hands on your waist. Your towel had moved to the side, however, and his hands were on your bare skin. The warmth of his body against yours caused you to shiver, a for a brief moment your eyes caught his, until he cleared his throat, his eyes flickering away. 

"Just hang on," he said. "Let me get you out of here."

You obeyed, and you finally made it out into your carpeted bedroom where he helped you into the clothes he’d found. He was incredibly polite, his eyes never leaving yours or wandering elsewhere as you wriggled into the dry garments. He used an elastic to squeeze the excess moisture out of your hair and twist it into a bun. It looked awful but you had to admit you didn't really care. And somewhere along the way silent tears had begun to flow steadily, after he had helped you into some tennis shoes and sat you on the living room coach, disappearing to grab your keys.

"Oh, (Y/N)," he returned from the small hallway leading to your bedroom. "Don't cry. It’s all fine, it’s not a big deal."

You wished Steve would stop being so sweet and gentle, as he was making it nearly impossible not to fall in love with him. He helped you to your feet again and gingerly embraced you, your head against his shoulder, his hand rubbing your back. "It's going to be okay, you're okay," he soothed. He smelled like soap and aftershave, it was so intoxicating you almost felt smothered. In any other circumstance, it would have you reeling.

"Can you just take me to the car?" you mumbled into his shoulder. While you appreciated his comforting gesture, the pain was becoming a bit too much for you to handle.

He nodded, and helped you into your shared garage. The car ride to the hospital was mostly silence, save for the whimpers of pain you let out whenever Steve hit particularly large bumps. Each time you made any noise in discomfort he flinched, apologizing profusely. 

Luckily, when you arrived at the emergency room, Steve dropped you off and you walked in, sighing in relief as you were finally alone. The emergency room was relatively empty, and you were in luck when they took you back right away, seating you on a cot and assuring the doctor would be in soon, a nurse immediately starting an IV with pain medication to help with your discomfort. 

You saw the curtain rustling to your room moments later, and perked up, expecting to see a doctor, but instead it was Steve, a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Wow, they got you in really quickly. Sorry, it took some time for me to find parking."

You stared at him incredulously. "I thought you left."

He sat in the chair next to your bed. "No way," he said. "I wasn't going to leave you alone."

"Steve, I'm sure they'll take me into surgery, you'll be here all night," you argued.

"Yeah," he answered. "And someone's going to have to drive you home."

"Seriously," you responded. "I appreciate everything you’ve done tonight, but you don't have to do this."

"Well, I'm going to," he argued. "Because I care about you, and I'm not leaving you here all alone."

Because I care about you. His words echoed in your brain, and you suddenly couldn't think about arguing with him anymore. 

"Had you taken care of yourself the past few weeks, maybe this wouldn't have happened," he said, his tone sounding disappointed. 

"I know," you answered. As much as you hated to admit it, Steve was right. He put his glasses on and took out his sketchpad and pencil, balancing it on his knee as he continued his work from earlier, the sound of pencil scratching against paper oddly soothing. Your head fell back against the pillows, exhaustion setting in as your body finally reacted to being at rest. Your left arm, the one that wasn't causing all this trouble, settled next to you, and you felt something warm press into your palm.

Steve squeezed your hand tenderly, reassuring. "Don't worry, you're going to be fine."

"Thank you, Steve," you said softly, your eyes slowly closing as you relaxed for the first time that night.

[gn1lls-place]

sketches in new artstyle yee le first is connor le second is sumo with bitches around him and he says “stop revolution” le third is a portrait of my friend and yeaahh sorry for not uploading so much i’m so lazy shit ;-;

[niggangel-archive]

🌻

welcome to the krusty krab, can i take your order. literally wait around for so much but like what nudge am i waiting for? i bought art supplies but im waiting for the sketch book so no art. then the sketch book arrives and oh but...i don’t have this? so many excuses for my procrastination and i just wait till i’m forced to do something. 

which is why i think home schooling was bad for me because if you’re not There forcing me to do my work then im not gonna do Shit because i don’t care enough nor do i have that kind of motivation. i seek the results without the hard work and i think that’s the results of me being a burnout kid LMAO bc idk what studying is !! i used to just be smart and get the results so now it’s like??? what am i supposed to do then?? work?? 

my dad said that usually being smart comes with being very lazy because you expect yourself to just be able to do things so lmao. anyways yees that’s it hav a nice day, hope you enjoy ur meal

[micah-mc-kogane]

A WIP Sneak-Peak ╰(▔∀▔)╯

It’s an attempt of some Semi-Realistic art!

Keep in mind though!! I allowed myself to sketch overtop my reference picture so the anatomy wouldn’t be off. So the sketch is kinda.. Traced I guess.  Anything after the sketch is only based on the color picking tool and later my own adjustions. 

It is intended to be for another art piece so.. Yee, let’s see if I can finish it XD Here’s the sketch! Current state after the cut!! (*¯︶¯*)

I prefer the flipped version so.. I will flip the whole thing once I’m done, too lazy to flip this WIP though XD

And here’s the reference, go check out this amazing cosplayer!  ノ ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[lucalicatteart]

People of the realm: Yymy

Some sketches of a Verrucalt scholar/adventurer named Yymy (ee-yee-mee), who is somewhat known (only in small groups of course as most people don’t know of the existence of her species) as the rarest of her kind, given that she is  both one of the only few biologically  "female" Verrucalt** and also the only surviving Verrucalt to have the rare genetic mutation that causes somewhat reverse coloring (where most Verrucalt would have  dark stripes, spots, hair, etc. hers instead gets lighter in an opposite pattern). 

She is currently traveling alone, but previously was raised in the cave group of Verrucalt (the ones who live in that elaborate cave system and have an obsession with the stars and sky and etc.), so she still mostly sports their typical clothing and follows some of their traditions, despite being separate from them for almost 40 years now. 

Her main reason for leaving was out of a need for exploration, and her goals to discover the true nature of magic.  She generally felt that despite their reverence for and overall acceptance of their magical abilities, her native group really was not harnessing any new ideas or delving as deep into exploring to concept of magic itself as they could be. So she wasn’t kicked out, but more left out of her own motivations. She thought that other Verrucalt (given their rare abilities) would be a perfect group to work together with on research of magic, however as she was unable to recruit others of her kind who were willing to help her labor to answer her questions, she simply left to find the answers herself... (more info under read more) 

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 Which isn't really that they were unsupportive or anything like that, but just that her family and friends from the cave group weren't interested in the same ideas as her. They never shunned her or called her research foolish, they just kind of.. were too lazy to want to go out traveling with her or explore ancient ruins with her or etc. lol. So after a long time of begging her sibling to go on expeditions with her or trying to talk to other people in the group about magical investigations and etc (always to pretty lukewarm or unenthusiastic reception), she finally just left to go do all that stuff on her own, whether anyone else wanted to come with her or not.   

 She still has a positive relationship with her family and the other Verrucalt in the cave group, and she checks in on them from time to time to visit her home, but she just thinks they spend way too much time daydreaming and making stories and using reality magic to create their own little realms and etc. and not enough time actually out exploring the main reality and asking questions about the broader world.   

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 Part of her curiosity about magic stems from her discovery of differences in perception while being indirectly influenced by certain magical elements. Seemingly due to the same genetic mutation that reverses her coloring, she also has color blindness that causes her to only be able to see in black and white, however one day she noticed that in certain pocket realms (smaller separate usually isolated pockets of fabricated realities stemming off from actual main reality created by magic beings and usually only accessible by them/ through their own means, etc.), this is no longer the case and she can see in full color (despite that not being the purpose of the realm at all and it just being being a seemingly unintentional side effect of,, some mysterious factor), so she is especially curious about the nature of magic and the effects it has on the physical world, particularly what exactly magical properties are, how they differ, and the exact definition of the literal physical nature of magic and magical forces.   

Despite evidence that advanced humanoid magic capable beings have been around for seemingly millions of years,  and thus the study of magic has probably been occurring for at least that long, magic is still largely mysterious and raises many questions in how it operates (magic sometimes seems to be a physical property, sometimes not.. may have something to do with blood, may also not.. may also have something to do with souls, but sometimes not. what are souls? why is magic so hard to control and harmful to physical health? why do species trend towards being less magical as they evolve? what dictates inherent magical energy level? etc.). 

 This fact combined with the knowledge of the Big Informational Gap (where all recorded history seemingly just starts at a precise point 2-miilion years ago despite knowledge that advanced civilizations existed before then, as if all information was wiped and everyone got mass memory loss or something and then resumed everything at the same point the day after (but now with absolutely no records of the past)), leads certain groups to kind of get the idea that  Hidden Secrets of magic may lie in the times before recorded history, prior the 2 million year mysterious record wipe, and without the foundations of the past we'll never be able to understand magic in the present.   

Due to this it can kind of be common for there to be scattered groups who dedicate a lot of their time looking for ancient texts and studying magical civilizations and their information, particularly on techniques of magic that may have been lost and especially knowledge about the nature of magic.  As it is still widely thought to be mysterious, and as with anything mysterious, people like to make myths and theories about the unknown,  so there are a lot of people who believe things like, that maybe some ancient civilizations or groups had a better understanding of magic, or that magic used to be different and was changed, or etc. etc. Which sometimes is reasonable, but some groups still tend to veer into the like, wild conspiracy theory territory, and end up making actual historians and scholars cringe lol.   

But anyway, this is why some people invest so much time into  visiting ancient ruins and hunting down copies of old books and etc. Like rather than looking forward into ways to advance techniques for understanding and analyzing magic in the future, they take the approach that it was perhaps likely that these things were already known in the past, and were lost during the Odd Information Gap, therefore the best course of action is instead to look backwards to uncovering the lost knowledge of ancient civilizations until we can learn from them and better understand what they  knew.   

 so idk, Yymy’s pursuit is somewhat common? Like this is a well known about category of scholar/adventurer. There are even a few scattered collectives and groups for people who subscribe to this view and dedicate their life to researching the ancient, so that as a group they can share knowledge with each other and etc.. Though it’s still kind of rare (being a historian or studying history is not uncommon, the part that makes it rare is the specific focus on the search for ancient secrets and lost understanding of magic, which actually a lot of scholars and historians don’t think is true or a worthwhile pursuit). 

 Yymy is not really a part of any groups, aside from like, occasionally wanting to trade knowledge with them. She prefers to work alone as she kind of also has a thing about being The First Person To Discover The True Physical Nature Of Magic or etc. which can lead her to be more competitive and secretive, even in the already tiny communities of people who are researching some of the same things she is lol. She wouldn't want to share her secrets with anyone or join a collective of adventurers since she wants all the notoriety when she finally unravels the mysteries of magic lol. Which she isn't really a fame focused person and generally cares more about practicality than achievements or recognition (so her focus on being the first to know something is out of character-ish), but it's just because it's SO important to her and she's dedicated SO much time and energy to it, she would be really disappointed if someone else were to finally figure things out before she did. 

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 **(The differences between sexes in Verrucalt anatomy are very very minor and they really do not conceptualize their sex or gender in a similar way as we would, but there are 3 main biological variations in anatomy that could count as different sexes, two of them being mostly split 50/50 among the population and one being incredibly rare, which is also the only one capable of bearing children with the other two. Thus like some scholars could  consider it “female” (due to the connotation of “female” being the one that gives birth).. But they’re all so physically alike (all three variations have essentially the same genitalia, there are just a few functional differences where it can be used in 3 different ways) that the "female" really could easily be considered just a variation of “male” that happens to be able to carry children. Or even better, would be considered something different entirely, as for the most part, how sexes are conceptualized is dependent on the culture of Verrucalt* and it would be up to them to define it, rather than up to the gross scientists who like, inhumanely tested on them and partially genetically engineered them for years. 

 Though depending on where you are in the supernatural realm, there will be completely different assumptions or cultural implications of gender/sex everywhere you go, still a good 80% of cultures make the distinction of male and female in terms of biological sex, and 55% do in terms of gender (to varying degrees (like many include other genders besides just those two, etc) with wildly varying meanings depending on culture and area). Thus it is around in at least some form and, depending on the language of the area, is still culturally common as a way to refer to ones self and others (‘she’ or 'he’, etc.)).  

 So as a lone Verrucalt that is traveling, Yymy typically refers to herself as female within groups outside the Verrucalt, and recognizes that many scholars would typically refer to her rare space within verrucalt biology as 'female’  as well. Despite her culture's differing concepts of gender, she still mostly identifies that way which is why I refer to her as  female even if there’s a bit more context than that and it’s not biologically or culturally the same as most human female conceptualization would be. 

 * (Lone traveling verrucalt: Usually conform or adapt to refer to themselves as whatever is the closest match to the culture around them whilst they travel (as is the case for Yymy). This is something seen in many smaller or rare species who have differing concepts of gender than much of the world. Like for example, traveling Ythrili similarly will also usually go by whatever gendered terms people refer to them as when outside in the broader world, despite their own culture not really possessing the same biological or cultural ideas, just because it's usually easier for them to adapt to whatever outside culture they're in at the time, rather than have to explain themselves to everyone along travel routes and various cities (meaning in one city they may go by 'she' , in another city with varying norms they may be considered a 'he' , and in another city they'd be referred to as 'they' or something else entirely that's custom to the area). So anyway, adapting gender terms depending on location is common for travelers due to how widely varied the realm can be.   

Beach dwelling  verrucalt : Do not make a distinction in terms of physical sex at all and simply consider basically every verrucalt to be completely the same, it’s just that some of them have been ‘gifted an extra ability’ from the ‘good energies of the universe’ to help the species by bearing children.     

They do have a few sex related terms, but they're fairly literal and don't have much other implications. Like, they’re not attached to personal identity or any particular social or cultural connotations or outward appearance or etc. It's really just a way to refer to people who can have children, when in conversations about having children.  Also because 'gifted with the positive energy of the pleased nature spirits to be able to bear children' is the only standard they separate people with, this group doesn't even acknowledge the other biological variation they have, even though they could technically classify three, they only really see two since it's just 'same gender but with special powers' or 'no special powers' .      

Though they do actually seem to use some gendered speech, it's not meaningful in reference to anything and is thought to be more of a result of the language of ‘whatever species the Verrucalt originally were prior to modification and experimentation’ (which is currently unknown, and may never be known since all documents were burned and they are no longer very genetically similar to any known species), and then maybe a little of  them adapting their speaking labels and taking some things from the scientists’ language in an effort to better communicate with them while being held at the facility.  Analyzing how they use it in daily speech, it just seems like more of a leftover linguistic thing from the original Verrucalt who settled in the beach area, rather than something they actually developed or placed value on themselves. So it’s kind of more like, they have gendered language but not necessarily any meaningful concept of gender itself, especially not one rooted in ideas of biological sex, as they culturally consider everyone to be exactly the same in that regard.   

 It's kind of like if the words 'he' and 'she' became arbitrary in English and were used depending on the tone and mood of the sentence rather than the assumed gender/sex of the person you're speaking about. So the words are technically still There, as a leftover function, but don't have the same meaning. Like 'He went to the store' and 'she went to the store' would have exactly the same implication except maybe the first sentence marks a more relaxed tone and the second sentence implies more urgency or something.   

 Cave dwelling  group of the verrucalt: do have a distinction between all three biological variations, but find it only medically significant, as it has no bearing on one’s ability to do magic, and most personal identity in the cave group is heavily reliant on who you are as a magic user rather than physical traits. Though they are much more appearance oriented than the beach group and have makeup and ornaments and fancy clothes and etc., those are not seen as tied to or exclusive to biological traits and have more to do with your skin/hair color or stripe pattern (like in terms of what colors would suit you or what jewels would frame your facial features the best, etc.) (not that the different sexes really have hardly any physical variation anyway so even if their beauty standards varied across sex traits they would still be… like… basically the same lol)).    

So unlike the beach group, they do recognize three separate sexes, but as for gender, still have no real cultural concept of it as relating to or even vaguely based in concepts of sex, so they pretty much lack that as well. The most similar thing they have to how we use gender would probably be categorization of individual by their magical preferences, as in their particular variation of their language people in the group are referred to differently depending on what type of magic they do (similar to gendered pronouns but based in a few common ‘types’ of magic users) but this isn’t really tied to sex and they don’t have really any personal identifiers related to sex other than like, having words to describe the physical variations when necessary.   

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Some of this may have to do with them being artificially engineered and entirely removed from whatever their native culture (or cultures, since the scientists were thought to have mixed some other species genes in also)  was,  as they were kind of stripped of their background in the facility and after multiple evolutions and generations being killed off and created and etc, they basically were in a state where they were kind of a blank slate. Those that were able to get out of the facility really had no background of foundations to go off of, and as they all look almost identical and were treated identically in the facility (like just as a herd of animals or something, of course with nice activities to do and good clothes and food, but still in a pretty 'all of these test subjects are the same to us, interchangeable beings' type of way), it's understandable for them to have started their new societies with the base notion of "we're all the same, basically, fairly interchangeable", as there wasn't much in their past experiences to imply otherwise.   

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 anyway theres som…. rambles about the concepts of gender and sex in verrucalt communities  and additional random info on , the idea of people who seek lost magic I guess ??? idk lol I was just thinking about ,, like,, other related things and thought vague elaboration would add, More Explanation, despite it probably being unnecessary

[hijacking-hearts]

It's four in the fucking morning and I have work soon oh my fucking God holy shit someone knock me o-

Anyways I bring yee gifts pinches pendejos

First one Los Primos! This was my first time drawing Beni y Cochi. Kinda don't like the way Beni came out but eh.

Next is a prompt from uh @fangirleando90 many thank u's

It's Quackity reacting to the video Sapo Peta left him.

This next one is also a prompt from them! Some Cochicuaz imma be real I'm def gonna draw more of this. They cute and shit.

These next are sketches/wips I never bothered finishing because I'm fucking lazy.

So the first one is Quackity being Don Pato and shit I just never got around to doing anything more than sketching for that one.

The second one is some luckity bullshit but I dunno I just don't like the way it's turning out look kinda fucking ugly if ya ask me. I also feel that it could be gayer and more dramatic.

And the third one is this Quackity piece that was suppose to have like a painting feel type vibe to it but the way the face looks kinda pisses me off and I originally had like schlatt in this too but then other characters could also fulfill the role/placement but then I was also debating with myself if I could have it be a whole you are your own undoing type of shit. I dunno.

These will probably never get finished but I decided to share them.

*Gimme more prompts pls I'm so bored*

[deatherne13]

Tag!✨

Got tagged by @drawerse , awww thank youu, thats rlly sweet!!✨💛

Name: Catalina Nicknames: Caitlin / Kitty Cat / Cat (the one thats used the most) Zodiac sign: Capricorn Height: uuhh i think 5,6′ ?? Ethnicity: Moldovian Orientation: Pansexual Favorite fruits: Oranges and Pomelo Favorite season: Spring Favorite books: Picture of Dorian Gray Favorite flowers: Four o’clocks Favorite animals: wolvesssss( and cats yee) Favorite beverage: Pepsi(or how i call it Pupsi) and cappuccino Favorite scent: the scent of blooming flowers during spring Favorite fictional characters: Peridon from SU and Mabel from Gravity Falls Number of blankets i sleep with: 2(even if its 30-40 degrees outside dont judge me) Hours of sleep: \during summer break: 12h cause i go to bed at like 1 or 2 am and wake up at 1pm lmao guess who’s sleeping good this summer) Dream trip: England, France, Belgium, Brazil, Japan, South Korea Blog created: uuhh…around the end of january 2016 i think??? Number of followers: 41 (lmao, when i created the blog i didnt even use it for like 5 months, and only around the end of the spring i started using it)

BTS Would You Rather:

- build a snowman with v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope - get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga - go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook - do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin - kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga - babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v - meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family - film a commercial with j-hope OR film a sketch with v - hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook - go to paris with jin OR to london with suga

- film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster - attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook  - spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope - fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook - have a fun picnic with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin   - have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep - have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga - go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga (im sorry i like, cnt choose between them so fuck the police ,im gonna reak the rulez) - have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae - celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and jin

Thanks again for tagging me! 

As for me im tagging: @jipe-me , @me-bious , @hn41 , @diamondcrispy , @samoyeet , @lecavalcanti

You dont have to do this if you dont want to, just have fun!!