#sweetpea

[shmaba]

I can finally share these characters I got to make for the Critical Role Daggerheart one shot! What a colorful cast they are

#critical role #Daggerheart #Daggerheart Art #Critical Role Art #Bunnie #Kexon #Dante #Oppy #Sweetpea #Pango #Xarlo #art #my art #illustration

[maesquirrel]

I adore them with my whole heart

#daggerheart #critical role #oppy betabean #sweetpea #sweetpea betabean #critrole art #critical role fanart #critrole #oppy #my art #maeart

[criticalyasha]

HOLY HELL THE LADIES WENT HARD

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr cast #cr daggerheart #sweetpea #oppy #bunnie #bunnie…..

[lobsteritus]

Switching things up with Sweet Pea. Unassuming bartender who doubles as her own bouncer? 🤔🐳

#art #doodle #oc #sweetpea #lobsteritus

[thingsmk1120sayz]

#puppy bowl #puppy bowl xx #sweetpea #my edit #my edits

[myprincero]

drawing s

#genji shimada #cole cassidy #overwatch #sweetpea #spuriken #yes sweetpea has her own tag!!! and it has things in it!!!!!

[kylesdemon]

When Caduceus met Sweetpea. And had to add Oppy (Betabean Siblings). Definitely going to color but had to share.

#critical role #caduceus clay #daggerheart #cr spoilers #oppy betabean #sweetpea #taliesin jaffe #laura bailey #ashley johnson #the mighty nein

[charseraph]

The River Jordan and Sweetpea are electric engines on the first railway on Mars.

River Jordan was the first one built, being the product of a collaboration between the nations who established the colony.

Sweetpea was donated by a coronal aerospace guild and assembled onsite. Her parts were imported and her blueprints were crownmade, so her visage is coronal.

Visage and the nature of living transport

Engines take the image of their creators. Their faces are not organic, and are more like a vessel for helpful senses and communication tools.

They come alive soon after they are built, once out of eyeshot for any moment. Attempts to stare at a new engine to see it stir are foiled somehow (blinks, saccades, CCTV malfunction, momentary lapse in attention). Not all engines come alive, as their animacy is often (but not always) decided by the intent of the builder.

Living engines can assess their circumstances and make judgements based on them. They are useful in volatile situations as an expert second opinion on conduct and design, and are capable of sensing external and internal problems quickly.

In calmer periods, they may not get adequate stimulation, and their personalities may interfere with their efficiency. For this reason, railways have their preferences when they build and purchase engines.

The facial material ends at the surface of the machine and is inscrutable in composition—the material appears to be made of itself, and is unusable for any other purpose besides as an engine’s interface with the world. If damaged, the material heals. If removed, it disappears. The conceptual self-referentiality of engines’ faces, souls, and senses deter scrutiny.

Living machines exist as a fact of the universe. Their animacy is cloaked in an analysis-averting antimeme.

Human Engines

Engines designed and built by humans possess dual-pinhole pupils that dilate into an elliptical shape, granting them a broad field of view and tolerance of rapid changes in light levels (such as in going in and out of tunnels). Deep set zygomata allow them to look directly to their sides, and with the dual-pinhole setup, they maintain some depth perception in monocular sight. Their pupil shapes are hidden by their black irises, which absorb glare. They can see clearly to their front and sides, but can’t see up or down very well. A tapetum lucidum retroreflects incoming light back through their retinas, granting them vision in darkness. The nictitating membranes and long eyelashes protect the eyes from dust.

The chemicals engines are capable of detecting are relevant to their purpose, e.g. distinguishing coal, gasoline, diesel, and wood fires from their smoke but not being able to distinguish or detect food smells. Similar to how cats, obligate carnivores, have lost their ability to taste sugar due to its absence in their diet, but can taste ATP for its presence in meat—engines can parse environmental and industrial scents, but will have wildly varied responses to food and fragrant compounds, often being unable to notice them.

To investigate an aroma, they slightly lower their bottom lip to take air into their vomeronasal organ located behind the upper incisors.

Engines do not require oxygen, but if debris enters the nasal passage, human engines will sneeze to:

Ensure their voice resonates properly,

Keep their olfactory facilities clean, and

Indicate to engineers that particle buildup may have occurred in other places, such as the boiler tubes for steam engines.

Crown Engines

Just as the tongue is the only colored object on a human engine’s face for distinguishability, so are the teeth on coronal engines. The positions of the upper and lower jaw indicate tone, functioning in communication similarly to eyebrows.

Coronal engine eyes consist of an armored cornea surrounded by a cuticle and muscular eyelid. The cornea moves with the help of the embedded eyestalk supporting it. The cuticle is lubricated with an oil-based film and is less susceptible to irritation than the aqueous solution on human engine eyes. The undersides of the eyelids and surface of the cornea are covered in setae, preventing chafing and reducing airflow on the cornea. The hairs catch debris and are combed out by the lids with a puckering motion.

To make up for unenhanced vision by human engine standards, coronal engine hearing is advanced, allowing the listener to pinpoint sound sources through triangulation of the four inner ears. Coronal engines, too, channel sound through their incisors and into their internal ears via the acoustic windows at the hinge of each jaw.

Coronal engines achieve their sense of industrial smell through the gustatory papillae that line their choana and pharynx. They supplement their olfaction by introducing cool air behind the heat pits inside their nares.

Coronal engines’ thermoception is more efficient than living crowns, as coronal engines’ faces do not produce heat nearly proportional to their mass.

Conversely, the tines heat up significantly hotter than the crown average for unambiguity in temperature tones. The origin of the tine thermal energy appears to be redirected from excess produced by the machinery, or from the face’s temperature directly.

Extramodal senses

Engines are capable of listening from within their cabs with greater acuity than mere conduction of sound through the body would suggest. Other unsubstantiated sensory abilities include:

Discernment of water/fuel quality within the framework of taste though intake alone

Somatosensory awareness in the entire body, not just the face

#BOA #the railway series #<- my cover all tag #the river jordan #sweetpea #crowns #my art #speculative biology #This is an AU of my sci fi story #thomas and friends

[sodapopsgt]

BLUH ok heres some other pokemon stuff

#congrats if u recognize the deoxys guys! I had a lot of fun redesigning them a while back 4 artfight #i think i have like 1 post worth of pokemon art left #i could go gather other doodles ive done though #Pokemon #pmd #Eclair #Sweetpea #I will be so real I dont want to tag all of those guys #meteorite morons #<-u get the short version instead #ripley #soda scrombles

[shmaba]

So I hear people really liked those speed paints during the Daggerheart one shot break

#critical role #daggerheart #critical role art #daggerheart art #dante #kexon #xarlo #oppy #sweetpea #pango #bunnie #art #my art #ttrpg #tabletop games #crit role #illustration #speed paint #Youtube

[straightboyfriend2]

Everyone is very pissed off about lump check day

#Sketch #Snicker #Dotty #Jazzy #Sugarpie #Sweetpea #Izzy #my rats #pet rats #cute rats #rats #ratblr #ratposting #rat #rats of tumblr #fancy rat #fancy rats

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

#😢😢😢😢😢😢😢 #sweet pea #puppy bowl #puppy bowl 2024 #sweetpea #animal planet #molly mumbles #this is like. the point of no return. are you KIDDING me

[thingsmk1120sayz]

My tribute to Sweetpea

#Sweetpea #puppy bowl #puppy bowl xx #my edit #my edits #collage artwork #collage art #digital collage #digital art #collage

[rileys-battlecats]

perhaps my favorite sweetpea ive ever sketched

#rye's art #sweetpea #I finally got a replacement for my drawing tablet so I'm back to working on videos!! #current project will hopefully be done by the end of the week!

[bethdehart]

Sweetpea, the hoof and claw stylist.

She's a reindeer and very skilled at what she does :) I got her from zovielle on deviantart awhile ago and I finally got around to drawing her! She is transfemme, confident, blunt, and quiet... but not shy.

[ID: A sketch of an anthropomorphic reindeer person. She has pale purple-brown fur with lighter cream-white markings and darker antlers, nose, and tail underside. She has a heart marking on her chest. Her hair is very long, wavy, and blonde, with blue flowers on either side of her head. Her eyes are blue. She is wearing a light blue set of pants and tube top, and a light blue choker with a gold bell on it.]

#sweetpea #character design #furry #furry art #furry fandom #furry anthro #cute #clean furry #reindeer

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

❝hey baby girl! you look lost. maybe I should escort you back to the north side.❞

you roll your eyes as soon as you hear what the ghoulie is saying to you and you fume. if not for sweetpea and the stupid school project, you think to yourself, i wouldn't even be over on the south side past midnight. as the footsteps pick up behind you and the ghoulie continues to call out to you and try to get you to stop, you pick up your own pace.

sweetpea picks up his pace to match your own. when he heard what the ghoulies were planning after you left the wyrm, he rushed out the back way and he thought he'd catch up to you, maybe walk you home. just as you're about to turn the corner up the block, he closes the gap between you and a massive ring adorned hand clamps down on your shoulder, bringing you to a full stop.

❝get your fucking hands offa me!❞ you yell as you spin around fast, this catapulting you right into the towering mass that is sweetpea. you stare up at him for a few seconds, puzzled by his sudden appearance because when you left him at the wyrm, he was about to start a game of pool with that guy, fangs. your nose wrinkles. ❝you? what do you want, hm?❞ you question, your hand settled on your right hip as you tap your foot and your eyes dart around, just to be on the safe side.

❝Easy, princess.❞ sweetpea raises both hands as if to surrender and for the third time that night, eyes as dark as the night sky rake over your body. he steps closer, the front of your body bumping against the front of his softly. ❝you kiss your mother with that mouth, princess?❞ he teases; he's being a shit and he knows it. you roll your eyes and hold up your middle finger at him. ❝i thought you were that ghoulie asshole.❞ you mutter after seconds that seem to stretch on and on, forever.

sweetpea clenches his fists when you mention that one of the ghoulies was already harrassing you. you're the one who just had t' work with her, man. it's your fault she's even over on this side of the tracks to start with. - the thought comes and sweetpea raises his free hand - the one not resting on your hip at the moment, and rubs his face. ❝i'm walkin you home. fangs was right. i never shoulda let you leave by yourself.❞

and it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a command. spoken in the firmest tone as sweetpeas' eyes dance over your little body and the way you've done it again, migrated closer to him. no matter how much you live to make his life hell, you're always close. too close. touching him with your smaller hands, your perfume making his mouth water, the flush in your cheeks and the flare of your nostrils when he's taken things too far and made you angry getting him all hot and bothered.

he's a little surprised when you meet his demand with no resistance, only a tired sigh and a grumbled obscenity under your breath as the two of you begin to trudge towards the grassy knoll that separates his side of the tracks from yours.

but the silence is too much. it's thick and heavy, it's enough to strangle you both. as you draw to a stop at the flickering streetlamp across the street from your house, you nod your head towards the house as you gaze up at the massive south sider.

❝well, this is it.❞ you mumble, uggs shuffling against concrete as you linger, hesitant to get in out of the cold. you're dying to ask him why he insisted you partner with him earlier in class but deep down you realize that asking will be you, opening pandora's box.

and maybe it's just better this way. maybe if you don't ask you can safely keep fighting the sparks you felt earlier tonight at the wyrm, sitting side to side with him in a back booth at the wyrm.

sweetpea starts to walk away, assuming you've gone inside after watching you walk up the concrete walkway that leads up your sloping front lawn to your porch. so this time, he's the one surprised when he's turned around. shoved up against the trunk of the nearest tree that lines the street as you mold yourself against him and raise to tiptoe, just barely grazing warm,soft lips against his in a chaste kiss as your hand lingers against his cheek. as you seem to come to your senses and pull away, sweetpea blinks, dazed.

before he can ask you why the hell you kissed him, you've bolted up your walkway and through the front door to your house, door banging shut behind you and the sound echoing off the night air.

he stands there to collect himself for a second or two and then he starts to make his way back over to the south side... more confused than ever now, no thanks to your little kiss.

#sweetpea #sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea x reader #sweetpea x you #sweet pea x y/n #( headcanons! ) #( blurbs. ) #☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ naughty thoughts & thots;