#I may be exaggerating their height difference a bit

[carrie-tate]

What if your boyfriend is taller than you and you don't want to stand on tiptoe to kiss him?

Right

#art #mob psycho 100 #mp 100 #serirei #tickle art #I may be exaggerating their height difference a bit #but let's be honest #I'm doing this for the greater good!

[lemonsdaily-artdump]

Well tell me do you hate me? Or do you wanna date me?

How i wish the interaction could go down. I wanna show strahd the pendant so bad

#curse of strahd #my art #kasia of st andral #strahd von zarovich #I may be exaggerating their height difference a bit #d&d oc

[crehador]

(not!fic, post-canon icsm + rijyu + rmjk) suddenly i'm imagining years down the line after the drbs are over the divisions still all get together once or twice a year for, i don't know, a picnic or something and have all sorts of contests and made-up games just for fun

anyway one year ramuda invents "100m dash while wearing your boyfriend's pants" because he (correctly) thinks it would be hilarious to see skinny legs samatoki and jyuto trying to sprint in ichiro and rio's baggy ass pants respectively

but what he's failed to consider is he will also be made to compete and HIS boyfriend's legs are. like. as long as he is tall lmao.

#i may be exaggerating the rmjk height difference but only by a tiny bit #though in all honesty i think ramuda would actually get out of this quite easily by just breaking up with jakurai on the spot lol #not!fic

[myfictionaldreams]

Family // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius Black, the usually happy prankster within Hogwarts, had a special skill for hiding his emotions. Until one day, he's forced to face the realities of the troubles with his family.

Requested by: @bullets-from-another-dimension Thank you so much for the request and for showing me that Sirius needs a little more love! I hope you like this fic, and thanks for your support with the poly!marauders ♥

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff (also lots!), emotional hurt, discussion of Sirius' abusive family, disowned, crying, hugs/kissing, polyamory relationship, nipple play, body worship, making out, oral sex (m receiving), happy ending

A/N: This is just a little PSA that I'll be going through my other Poly!Marauders fics sometime soon to change some bits to make sure that each of the boys is getting enough love! It won't be anything major for the overall story, just spreading the love equally as it appears Sirius may have been skipped a few times (and I don't want that!), so check for an 'edited' note on the story. Thank you for pointing this out to me!

Words: 4.8k

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The last 24 hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, with both positives and negatives coming to light. It had started with the ultimate showdown game of Quidditch between Slytherin and Gryffindor; with both Sirius and James on the team. You and Remus had been nervous wrecks just for the game, let alone all the tension drowning within the two enemy houses. This escalated outside of the pitch, with wands having to remain in hands between lessons to prepare for sabotage attacks from either team.

It was endlessly tiring the days leading up to the events, and it was some kind of a miracle to be standing in the Gryffindors' stands without a single injury. Now, however, you and Remus had to live through the fear of watching your boyfriends fly around with their roles as Seeker and Beater.

You were sure you’d accidentally bitten your nail down to the cuticle by the end of the match, and your throat felt as if you’d swallowed sandpaper with how sore it was with the screaming and shouting you’d been doing in support. There was instant relief as James finally caught the snitch, and everyone cheered.

“Do you think he’ll be ok?” you shout up to Remus, who, with his height difference, could see over the crowd to where the commotion was occurring on the pitch. As James had dived for the snitch, so had the Slytherin’s seeker, who just happened to be Sirius’ brother, Regulus. However, in mid-dive, Regulus accidentally knocked into one of the goalposts, hitting his head and falling from his broom. Thankfully to the Slytherins, Sirius had been close by and caught his falling brother from gaining any further injuries.

Remus was nodding to your question, “Yes, he’s walking away, well - he’s pushing Sirius away, so I’m sure he’s just fine”, he explained, watching Regulus shove Sirius, so the man stumbled away. A pang of guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the thought of the brothers arguing. You knew that the relationship between Sirius and his brother was non-existent these days, and it only made you feel more awful for your boyfriend, understanding how difficult it must have been to lose his family in the way he has.

You couldn’t ponder on these thoughts as the entirety of Gryffindor and the vast majority of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff began celebrating the win. This included Sirius, who scooped you into an exaggerated hug, spun you high into the air, and carefully placed your feet back onto the floor.

“Was your brother alright?” You shout to Sirius over the noisy crowd forming around the winning team. For a split second, you witness sadness filling his grey eyes before he snaps out of it and a beaming smile replacing the momentary lapse in his emotions.

“Oh, he’s fine; I’m sure a quick knock to the head will bring some sense to him. Anyway, come on, let’s all go back to the common room; I have a special surprise for everyone”. Sirius was great at many things, and covering his emotions was one of them. Any attempts to open up about the situation regarding his family would change the subject within the blink of an eye. You respected that he didn’t want to talk about any of his family members, but you still kept a close eye on him, making sure that he didn’t pent up his emotions until he was at breaking point, which you feared would occur one day as there was only so much one person could go through.

The interaction with Regulus seemed to have been forgotten in the madness of celebrating, which ran into the early morning hours in the Gryffindor common room. It would have continued later, but Professor McGonagall arrived in her dressing gown and demanded everyone go to bed. Sirius needed the most help to bed, having drunk the ‘surprise’ fire whiskey he regretted deeply in the morning.

“I’m never drinking again. Who’s idea was it anyway to bring Firewhiskey?!” came the deep groan of the man lying face first beside you, his face thoroughly buried into the pillow. Your temples were pounding slightly; you’d felt worse hangovers, but it was still uncomfortable as you rolled over towards Sirius.

Your arm wrapped over his naked back, face pressed over his shoulder blade as you could feel the toned muscles adjusting to your presence as you melted into his warmth. “It was your idea. I’m never falling for your charms ever again, Sirius”, you mumbled against his skin, reminiscing on his sweet talking skills from last night that convinced you to have a drinking competition with him.

This pulled him out of the half-unconscious state as his mop of hair turned in your direction. The movement caused you to roll off him and witness the beautiful sight of his morning glow; even in his hangover, he was handsome with one eye squished closed as the room was too bright.

Sirius turned his body entirely towards you, huffing as he moved, and you refrained from trying to reach out and control the usually silky locks of hair that were now all knotted and tangled on the top of his head. “Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure my charms made you cum three times before the fire whiskey joined the party,” he commented confidently and admired the warmth that filled your face. You attempted to hide your smile at the memories but were soon fully scream-laughing as Sirius tried to break your facade by tickling your sides.

Pushing him away, you turned and nuzzled into the naked chest of James, who remained asleep even through your loud laughter, but his arms still wrapped around your shoulders protectively. Besides James, you could see Remus was awake, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Remusssss, Sirius is being mean to me”, you drawl childishly.

The man sighed, dropping his hands to give you and Sirius a pointed look, “Please, children, it’s too early, and my head is too painful for you to make this much noise”.

Sirius smirked as he spooned in close behind you, wrapping his arm around you and James as everyone tried to have a few more moments of beautiful sleep before breakfast, and class pulled the four of you from the safety of the bed.

The food helped to settle the hangovers that the majority of Gryffindor seemed to be nursing this morning, much to the displeasure of McGonagall, who was glaring at her house from the Professor’s table. Sitting beside James, you leaned across him for another slice of toast as Sirius sat opposite you with Remus next to him.

As everyone started to be rejuvenated with energy from the breakfast, the owls began to swoop in and deliver the mail for the day. An emerald-coloured envelope landed on Sirius's lap, which caught the attention of you and the fellow Marauders. You already had your suspicions about who the letter was from. Sirius mostly confirmed it, as he had hardly read the letter before shoving it into his bag and brushing off any attempts at discussing who it was from.

“It’s nothing, just some spam letter. So, who do we have first today? Is it transfiguration? I can’t imagine that will be fun with how angry McGonagall looks right now.” Sirius changed the subject, but it didn’t convince any of you as you eyed him sadly. He didn’t wait for a response as he stood, gripping his bag so tight that his knuckles turned white. “Come on, otherwise we’ll be late”.

You knew something was off just by the quipped tone of his voice, and the humour and light that always seemed to dance in his eyes had been significantly dimmed. Even as James tried to humour him with his usual party tricks and jokes, it only earned him a half-assed chuckle from Sirius. Remus even attempted to pull him aside before entering the classroom to see if he needed a moment alone to talk, but Sirius just distracted him with a quick kiss and said he was fine.

You were quick to sit next to Sirius near the back of the classroom, smiling brightly with the hopes that he would return it, but it seemed he was lost in his thoughts as he idly arranged his parchment paper and quills. Thankfully, as the class began, his hand rested on your thigh so you could link both fingers together, lifting it and kissing the back of his hand.

As McGonagall began to teach the class, you leaned closer to Sirius, savouring the warmth that radiated off him and smelling the citrusy scent from his aftershave. “Is everyone ok, Sirius?” Your voice was barely audible so as not to disrupt the class, but you knew he heard as his posture stiffened, and he nodded his head, fake smiling for a second before returning his attention to the teacher. “I know there’s something wrong. Talking might help; I mean - I want to help-”

“Excuse me at the back. Is there something more important than my lesson?” McGonagall demanded with a passive-aggressive raised eyebrow as all other eyes turned to look at you and Sirius.

As your mouth opened to take the blame, your boyfriend beat you to it, “Sorry, Professor. That was my fault I was distracting her”.

“You’re already on thin ice after last night's antics, Mr Black. See me after class to arrange a detention”.

Your mouth drops open to retort to her and tell him it wasn’t Sirius, but the hand holding yours squeezes, stopping you from saying anything. As McGonagall turns back to write on the chalkboard, you lean close to harshly whisper, “You didn’t have to do that, Sirius! That should have been my detention!”

“It’s only one detention, I don’t care”, he shrugs nonchalantly, releasing your hand to begin writing his notes. You frown so deeply that a line forms between your eyebrows as you glance towards Remus and James, who have similar expressions of worry, especially as Sirius hasn’t even attempted to have any sort of friendly banter with McGonagall like he usually did.

At lunch, Sirius had somehow managed to slip away from the group, and your head seemed to be fixated towards the entrance to the Great Hall, neck straining to see over the other students as you waited for him to walk in.

“I mean, it’s not just me, right? There’s definitely something wrong with him”, you say before nervously nibbling on your lower lip.

Remus’ hand cups your shoulder, gripping gently as he agrees, “It’s not just you. I tried to talk to him before the lesson, but he just pushed me away. He just wants to be by himself; I’m sure he’ll be just fine”.

You nod to yourself but don’t believe his words. Yes, Sirius was strong and had been putting on a strong appearance for years, but he never pushed himself away from the three of you. It was like an invisible angel on your shoulder, trying to nudge you towards him, knowing something wasn’t right.

“Have either of you got the Marauder's map?” you ask Remus and James, who then check their pockets and school bags but cannot find the map.

“Sorry, Love, he’s probably got it with him”, James reports, appearing as deflated as you felt.

Standing from the table, the anxious causing your stomach to clench with unease and unable to eat, you inform the two of them, “I’ll be back later; I just need to make sure he’s ok and safe”.

Remus and James nod in understanding and watch you go. As you stand in the entrance to the Great Hall, you’re unsure where to start and what's worse is that he could be in his Padfoot form, which means he’d be able to hear you coming and run away. There were the grounds to search, Hogsmeade, the entirety of the enormous castle; there were plenty of places for him to be.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you decided to search the dormitory first, hoping the map had been left in a draw up there.

Opening the door to the dormitory room that you shared with your boyfriends, you were welcomed to the sight of Sirius, lying face first on the shared bed, his head turned away from the doors but from the noticeable sniffling noises and his shoulders shaking, you knew he was crying. Your heart felt like someone had reached inside your chest and squeezed as the sight rocked you. Silently as you could, you slipped your shoes off and placed your school bag onto the floor.

You knew he was aware someone else was in the room as his cries softened, and he subtly tried to wipe his face into the pillow. As you began to crawl onto the bed, you could see he was spooning the pillow you usually used to sleep on, clutching it desperately close to his chest. You had to remember to breathe through your nose, remain strong, and not descend into your emotions.

Kneeling next to him, your hand gently met the centre of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his white shirt, hoping the action would comfort him. “Sirius, what’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing's wrong” he tried to brush it off, but you could hear the thickness of his voice as he tried to hide his face further in the pillow beneath his head.

“Is it about the letter from earlier? Who sent it to you?” Even though you knew he didn’t really want to talk about it, you knew he’d also built a wall around his emotions and wanted him to feel like he was in a safe enough space to talk, like the many times he’d done the same for you. Reaching over with your other hand, you ran your fingers through the long strands of dark hair, brushing them out of his face that was still turned away from you. “Talk to me, my love, please. I want to help you”.

Reluctantly, Sirius turned over and began to pull you down to lie in the centre of the bed. You did so and spread your arms wide as he moved to lie on your chest, the top of his head resting beneath your chin as you hugged him closely.

“No one important sent me the letter, it’s fine. I just want to cuddle”, he admits with a sigh, relaxing into the hold, the pillow he’d been spooning now forgotten about as he had the real thing instead, finding comfort instantly. In this position, you could hold him close and do the same actions as before, stroking gently up and down his back whilst also playing with his hair.

You want to tell him that you knew who the letter was from, but he seemed content with being held instead for a couple of minutes until you felt dampness seeping across the column of your neck and down your chest as his shoulders began to shake once more.

“Sirius-?”

“It was from my parents. The letter, I mean. Fuck! I don’t know, it's so stupid.” he sits up abruptly, aggressively wiping away the leaked tears he’d been desperately trying to stop.

Sitting beside him, you rubbed his shoulders while trying to calm him down from his overwhelming emotions. “It’s not stupid, my love.” As you talk, you grip his twists to pull them away so he can look into your face and hopefully see the love there. “Your parents, they’re awful people, Sirius, and anyway, you’re perfectly within your right to show emotions every once in a while; I just need you to know that I’m here for you, we’re all here for you, no matter how you are feeling. It’ll be ok”.

Even though it was comforting for him to hear the words, it still seemed to break something within him. Like a crack had formed in the dam as he relented with his cries, openly sobbing into his hands. Whilst trying to swallow the lump that had developed in your throat, you pulled him close, kissing every part of him that you could reach whilst wiping away the cascading tears.

“You don’t have to tell me what was said in the letter, but I just need you to know that they’re not your real family; you know we’re all your family”. Sirius pulls back from the hug, and your bottom lip trembles at seeing how heartbroken he looks. The area around his eyes is swollen and red to match the shade at the tip of his nose as wetness covers the length of his cheeks.

His mouth opens to say something, but he’s interrupted by the door opening and James and Remus stepping into the bedroom. The two men pause, not expecting to find either you or Sirius here, but as they see the sadness and pain on Sirius’s face, they immediately drop their school bags.

“You missed it”, Sirius chuckled, trying to hide his upset behind humour, “She called me an emotional prick, and the waterworks started”. James and Remus gave him sad smiles, but neither fell for the attempt to change the subject as both sat either side of him on the bed. Remus reached for him first, stroking his scarred fingers through the strands of dark hair that had fallen over Sirius’ face, but only so he could kiss the area beneath. Sirius closed his eyes at the touch and leaned into it, releasing a deep sigh through his open mouth.

James grabbed each of his hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss the palms lovingly and rest them on either side of his cheeks, nuzzling into his hands. “Whatever is going on, you know we’re always here for you, Sirius”, James mutters against the palms on his face.

Sirius sighs even heavier as if trying to will the anxiety away through the breaths. “It’s my parents. I mean, should I even call them parents when they’ve already disowned me? But they’ve just sent me more threats today after what happened with Regulus yesterday. They say things like I should have let him win and wish that I had been hurt.”

He takes a moment to compose himself as you grab one of his hands from James, needing to link your fingers together and squeeze to know that it is a safe place for him to continue and talk. Sirius looked into his lap as he spoke, “They’ve burnt my face off the Black family tree. Not that I care; I expected it, but it just all feels so real now, you know? I feel like I shouldn’t even be using the surname Black with how much they detest me. I also kind of expected Regulus to have my back a little bit, but he’s young; I can’t expect that from him, especially as I know what my parents are like, but he doesn’t even say hi to me in the corridors anymore. I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little all over the place, and with the positivity yesterday, just to have my family metaphorically kick me to the curb again, I should have expected the joy wouldn’t last long”.

Sirius sounded empty and emotionless as he expressed how he was genuinely feeling, struggling to come to terms with the repercussions of the events that occurred with his family that continue to affect him.

“Fuck them”, James says with all the venom and confidence that he could muster. Sirius grunts half-heartedly at the declaration, not seemingly convinced, so James turns his face towards him so that he is looking into the stormy hazel eyes. “I’m being serious, fuck them. You’ve been my family for years now; you know my parents consider you their son as much as I am. Nothing has changed. You live with me and my parents because that is your home. Wherever any of us go is your home because we love you. We wouldn’t make you feel half as rotten as those scumbags, do you understand?”

Sirius nods, swallowing thickly, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Before he can respond, Remus once again holds onto his face, turning him in the other direction to look at the calmest Marauder. “Sirius, next time you receive a letter from them, don’t open it. They are cruel humans who have no love for anyone but themselves and the prejudices that they live by. You had so much joy and love in your heart; don’t let them destroy you and ruin everything you cherish. And that is exactly what James has said. You’re our family. We’re each other's family. You’re ours, just like you’re mine. Get it?”

Sirius’ eyes have dried as he looks up at Remus, and briefly, a genuine smile welcomes across his face as he leans in to kiss him deeply but then pulls back.

Squeezing his hand, you draw his attention towards you. “You deserve the surname Black more than anyone because it’s what makes you, you—breaking the stereotypes of those evil people and making it mean something that doesn't symbolise hatred. However, if you want to have another surname, you can! Sirius, you’re your own person, and your surname doesn’t define you. You could even make up a whole new name! Maybe you could have one of our surnames”, Sirius laughs at the possibility of a name change. “I love you so much. Your family's opinions of you aren’t how anyone else in the castle sees you. You’re perfect the way you are, Mr Black”.

You couldn’t wait any more time to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours and reassure him further with these intimate touches.  Thankfully, to your pounding heart, he smiles into the kiss.

“Maybe we could put all of our surnames together”, he jokes as you move to kiss each of his cheeks. 

“If that’s what you want, I’d do it”, you reassure him with a kiss on his temple.

“Almost sounds like a proposal”, he casually mentions, causing your heartbeat to increase rapidly. Sirius smirks at your face but reassures, “Maybe we’ll sort out surnames once we’ve finished our exams”. You press your lips against his once more for reassurance until he looks between the three of you. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you three. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed before coming to Hogwarts, let alone feel love like this”.

Remus could see the tears pooling along Sirius’ lashline, so he gently cupped the side of his head, wiping away any that fell. “No more tears for them”. The gap between their lips was closed as Remus kissed him passionately, holding the back of his head carefully as they breathed each other in.

Sirius’ head dips slightly, but only to whisper against the man’s lips, “Can you make me forget? Please?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sirius”. Remus kisses him again but with more urgency, pushing his body back until Sirius is lying in the centre of the bed with the taller Marauder hovering above him. Their mouths moved together as one, tongues twirling together, heads tilting one way and then the other.

As Remus distracts and devours him with his mouth, Sirius’ hands move around the back of his head, holding him close, which gives James the freedom to move his hands to Sirius’ shirt. With a simple flick of his fingers, James could undo the buttons down the centre of his chest, releasing the toned chest and abdomen of the man whose legs you were sitting between.

You watched with the sadness seeping away and becoming replaced with arousal as James leaned over and licked the nipples of the man who moaned into Remus’ mouth. James was calculated with his movements, making sure to leave teasing licks and bites over the areas that Sirius was most sensitive whilst then worshipping the perked nipples on his chest, his hands caressing the areas where fine dark hair was beginning to grow back from being previous shaved, mainly the snail trail leading beneath his trousers.

Smiling whilst watching them all move together, you were gifted the view of watching the tightness forming in his trousers as his cock grew hard and thick. Without any rush and admiring the desperate moans coming from the man on his back, you began to stroke up his thighs, over his crotch and pausing over his zipper.

Undoing it slowly, you waited to see if Sirius was even aware of what you were doing as he was so distracted with James and  Remus. However, with the sudden lift of his hips to help you pull the material down his hips, you knew he was very much aware of your intentions.

Freeing his cock from the restraint of his trousers and boxers, you watched as Sirius lowered his hips back onto the bed, and his member now throbbed on his abdomen, thick and hard. A pearly drip of precum had already formed at the tip, and you were quick to hold the base, lifting the cock until your lips were wrapped around him.

Your movements continue to be gentle and soft. Licking and sucking without any rush to build the tension and hopefully show how much you worship the ground he walks on by paying particular attention to him when he needs it most. James continues to tweak his nipples, and Remus devours his mouth, absorbing every little moan until Sirius needs to pull back to suck in air.

“Fuck, you’re all- Fuck!” Remus distracts him with his mouth once more, dominating him entirely and causing more whimpers to burst from his chest. The veiny length that was being leisurely sucked in your mouth began to harden further, throbbing as you knew he was approaching closer to his orgasm as your hands fondled his balls.

“So good for us, aren’t you, Sirius? Say it, tell us you’re ours”, James demands, pulling on the back of Remus’ hair so that Sirius can tell the group how he is feeling.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m all of yours! I’m cumming, holy shit!” he shouts out desperately, face scrunching up like he is in pain but is actually experiencing the opposite as overwhelming pleasure pooled in his abdomen.

You moan around his cock, causing it to vibrate slightly against your tongue as his hot seed begins to coat your throat. You swallow every salty, thick liquid drop until you’re popping off and looking up at his half-lidded, satisfied grin.

James and Remus give you room to crawl up his body to kiss him sweetly. The three of you watch and admire as he comes down from the high, carefully tucking his half-hard cock back into his trousers and doing up the zipper once more.

“Thank Merlin that we have no classes this afternoon”, Sirius jokes as he rests back on the pillows with his arm behind his head. You laugh and collapse onto his chest, hugging him closely as the four of you sit in comfortable silence. You listened to the thump of his heart beneath your ear, but after a while, it increased in speed as he became restless.

“Can I tell you all a secret? I’ve um… I’ve kept all of the threatening letters they’ve sent to me, " Sirius admits as he carefully pulls out of the hug to climb out of bed and dig his way through the suitcase with his name on the side. From within, he pulls out a large stack of letters that are all opened and in the same shade of emerald as the one earlier this morning.

“You kept them all? Oh, Sirius”, you say in shock, only guessing what horrible, hateful words are written on those pieces of paper.

Sirius awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, “Yeah. I don’t know why. Some weird part of me thought that if I burned them all, they would know and come to the school or something. But, I want to get rid of them if you’ll all help me?”

Neither of you have to answer as you climb out of the bed. After dressing appropriately, the four of you walked down to the lake, where Remus carved a hole into the soil. Sirius chucks the letters within as you all form a semi-circle.

Holding onto his left hand, Sirius raised his wand to the right, pointing it towards the letters and shouting ‘Incendio’. The four of you stand together as the letters burn. Sirius sighs shakily as he holds back tears. “It’s weird. I know people say it’s like a weight off your shoulders, but it genuinely does feel like that”.

“That’s because you’re free, Padfoot!” James shouts enthusiastically, grabbing the boy around the waist and lifting him into the air, hollering and whooping until Sirius laughs. The two crash to the ground as Remus throws his arm around your shoulders, watching the pair finally have some fun today as the smoke billows into the air surrounding you, the ash from those horrible words written on the paper disappearing across the Scottish mountains.

#poly!marauders #marauders x reader #marauders smut #james potter x reader #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black one shot #remus lupin x reader #hp smut #sirius black fluff #mine* #the marauders

[syrupyyyart]

finally, finally finished the ~definitive~ designs for my main Motley girls :’)

Extensive design notes under the cut (mostly for documentation purposes, but also because i like talking about my ocs lol)

In my last post, I introduced the idea of giving each character multiple colors, rather than being one uniform color throughout the design. The idea is that the characters can earn up to 3 new colors as they age+experience new things.

For each color they earn, they’ll wear a new ‘evolved’ version of their previous outfit.

For comparisons sake, here’s the initial pass I took at trying to give my characters more colors:

(euhg. theyre really really ugly. im honestly embarrassed i ever posted these at all lol)

Fact: it’s actually incredibly difficult to design monochrome outfits for characters without the designs looking extremely unfinished (to me, anyways lol). In an attempt to break up the monotony of the monochrome outfit designs, I found myself over relying on the outline colors to fill in their outfit pieces (cherrys pants, limes turtleneck, etc). This hypothetically works, but it ended up causing a lot of confusion as to how many colors the characters had actually earned, especially when the outline color was vastly different from the intended color. Basically, the tl;dr is that over relying on the outline colors felt like cheating, looked bad, and caused a lot of issues.

All of this explanation is to set up the 2 design rules I gave myself for the New Definitive Designs:

1. Outline colors MUST NOT be over relied on, and should be used as sparingly as possible

2. Nothing is sacred. If it looks bad, throw it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I also decided to shift around their body types slightly, since I realized that practically every character had the same build with a different height (with the exception of Banana). Marshmallow is a bit curvier, Watermelon is slightly more muscular, etc. And, while you cant really tell because of their baggy outfits, Lime is much boxier and Blueberry is lankier and has wider shoulders than the others.

Finally, here’s some specific design notes for each character, how they changed, and why:

Cherry Pit - Cherry may not have had the most drastic changes, but hers were definitely the most important. She’s had the same hairstyle ever since the first time I drew her (back in ....... middle school lol), and as attached as I was to it, it caused a LOT of problems. It gave her an ugly silhouette, the sharp edges kind of ruined her circle motif, etc. So it had to change. I decided to give her a fluffier hair style to incorporate more round edges into her design, and I truly cannot tell you how many hairstyles I cycled through before I landed on that one. It was major development hell. But I think the new style is much much cuter! Due to story reasons, I also decided to give her 2 outfit colors instead of just one, and she seriously looks so much better because of it. Big fan of Cherrys new design lol

Blueberry Cobbler - Ohhhh where to start with this one. Blueberrys design has always been a headache to me. I found it difficult to draw consistently, and even when I got it to look how I wanted, it still didn’t look very good. So, my goal for her redesign was to overhaul her design while keeping the general idea behind it; most importantly, she needed to be Fun To Draw. So, I changed the silhouette of her sweatshirt by giving her a more exaggerated hood, replaced her bulky zipper with the hanging ties (idk what theyre called lol), and Changed Her Ugly Ass Tights into baggier pants. I also crimped her hair to make it more angular. In the context of this universe, cold colors have naturally colder body temperatures, so they have to wear insulated clothing to stay chilly; the overall baggier clothes really just fixed all of my issues with her design honestly. Better for her personality type, prettier silhouette, in-universe reasoning, etc. Scrumptious.

Lime Pie - I decided to swap out her cargo pants for a long skirt, and let her hair down. This was mostly because, with the monochrome outfit she needed to wear, the turtleneck+cargo pants combo just wouldnt work without looking Pretty Bad. It also helps her outfit stand out a bit more, as she’s now the only character in the main cast that is wearing a skirt. She’s meant to be an inversion of the “nerdy girl lets her hair down and puts on a dress and Now She Is Popular” trope, so the idea is that when she earns her 2nd color, she will start wearing her hair up again, and the cargo pants can come back. Maybe.

Marshmallow Fluff - I honestly hit the nail on the head with this one in the initial batch of concepts I did, so I didnt change much lol. The biggest change is that I made her hair light again. This was because shes obviously meant to have a cloud motif, but her sister (who I rarely post about lol) has a thundercloud motif-- basically, I’m just saying that the darker hair is gonna go to her sister instead.

Banana Pudding - Again, she looks almost exactly the same. I just changed the red outline of her original dress to be less contrasting, since I got a lot of people asking if she’d earned two colors or not. Hopefully, its more clear now that she’s only earned one.

Watermelon Sorbet - As much as I liked her original design, many many people told me she looked like a ‘cool yoga instructor’ character. Which, while not terrible, wasn't exactly what I was going for; she’s meant to be more of an ‘edm dancer’ kind of character. So, I decided to change out her pants for bigger legwarmers that I’m hoping make her look a bit more hyper active.

Thats all my notes lol. I have no idea if anyone is gonna read this far, but if you do, thanks :’) I fully realize that making so many notes about this looks silly, considering theyre OCs and not like ..... widely known characters. So Im sure a lot of what Ive said just sounds like gibberish. But its fun to ME!!!!!!!!

I’ve got more character designs to post over the next week or so; namely, the 3 Antagonists (Grape Soda, Orange Custard, and Angel Cake) + the parents (which includes 2 characters Ive never shown before, but Im very excited to share lol). Those posts wont be accompanied with longwinded notes like this one is; Im just the most excited about these designs and wanted to talk about them.

#motley #cherry pit #blueberry cobbler #lime pie #marshmallow fluff #banana pudding #watermelon sorbet #i am terrified to post this lol #my art #ocs #original characters #original character #oc #idk how to tag oc posts

[entomolog-t]

Glance, face, motion, and night for Shadows We Cast Duo!

also who usually has custody of the brain cell?

LETS GOOOO! (From this)

This is a long one 💕😭

At a Glance:

For Sal it would be his size in a multipurpose sense of the word, obviously he's tiny, but despite being objectively small he's undeniably big- broad shouldered, heavily muscled and long limbed so he despite his build he doesn't look stocky. It's clear as day that if he were human sized he'd be an absolute unit.

For Mark it's a bit harder- Mark is a very plain and unassuming man. The most notable standout trait would likely be he has extremely well kept skin. His cleanliness habits as well as being fairly indoorsy have left him with very clear/soft skin. He was a calm and polite kid, never really getting rough or rowdy, so he's got nearly no scars to boot. Skincare icon💅 we love a man who regularly washes his pillow cases 😭 he absolutely has a meticulous skincare routine that is complete nonsense to Sal and his bi-weekly baths.

Face:

With Sal's face, his most noteably traits would be his pointed ears, and facial scars. Sal is warm skinned, normally having a slight flush/mild sunburn. Hes got an obnoixious mullet/mohawk that he occasionally ties back. His face shape is fairly sharp and distinct, with a Roman (or broken?) nose and wide smile. He's got soft green eyes and an overall friendly, if a bit puckish, face despite the gnarly scars (one over his brow and another on his chin).

Again, Mark's most distinguishing facial feature would be his extremely clear skin. He does have a bit more of a pretty boy/cute look to him compared to Sal. Mark has soft balanced features, meaning nothing really stands out in a good or bad way. Mark is Korean-Canadian, and has brown almond shaped eyes and neutral to cool toned skin. He's got dark brown hair that's kept in a fluffy curtain bang with the sides and back cut short. Mark's facial expressions tend to be reserved and soft for the most part, but Sal has a distinct way of getting much more animated reactions out of Mark (usually for all the wrong reasons).

In Motion:

Sal is extremely animated and exaggerated when interacting with others, almost bouncy. His movements are very high energy, and could be seen as reckless/risky to those watching given he's got no qualms with climbing/heights. He moves with a lack of caution that comes from skill/confidence- not recklessness. He moves a bit less impulsively when hunting/gathering, at times almost animalistic in the way he darts around or ambushes. There's a clear springloaded vibe that denotes significant power his movements. His lack of clothing definitely doesn't impede his motion 😭 though, the way he tapes his feet is actually a trick for arch support and to give him a bit more grip. Underneath his loose pants he wears what is essentially a garter belt for his knife/sword so it doesn't get caught on plants. He does have a few alternate outfits, but they tend to be very utilitarian.

Marks movement is much more soft- he's shy, and the way he moves tends to be very small/closed off/reserved. His movements are polite and careful, though almost skittish. Mark is fairly graceful with his small movements, though he's not coordinated or athletic on a larger scale, bordering on clumsy. Mark's clothes are 80s-90s inspired basic, functional and clean, but neutral- not excessively flexible or restrictive.

Night time :

Sal is absolutely a birthday suit type (much to Mark's frustration on Sals visits) though if the material is soft and fluffy and loose enough he may be persuaded to cover up ... maybe.

Mark is a big comfy shirt and cozy sweatpants kind of guy- he likes graphic t's (fun fact: occasionally his shirts are nods towards other G/t content as a fun lil Easter egg. I think there's only one posted right now but I got a few different shirt wips in the making as nods to other creator's content)

Brain Cell:

Mark holds the braincell 9 times out of 10, though it's more so because Sal let's himself be more goofy and free with Mark, letting his guard down. Though, Sal is far more knowledgeable about the outdoors/wildlife/crafting and things of the like. Mark is more so a man of modern intellect.

#THIS WAS AWESOME #thank you for the ask!! #i love these lil gremlins #this was so fun to do!! #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t writing #AskEnto #TSWC #The Shadow We Cast #SalOC #MarkOC

[bluedorke]

Haurchefant survival AUs

I have determined this about Haurchefant living AUs.

(I use named warrior of light and ocs. This is not a reader insert but feel free to use similar ideas since neither are unique)

my ocs

Sellenei - the warrior of light.

Astry - a fellow adventurer

Happiest AU: Haurche survives the spear of light but is injured. The severity of his injury is to be figured out. I mean wheelcahir users can sometimes walk but not far, it depends on the injury. Haurche just has to learn to navigate his new disability but with his family and friends. Maybe he can still fight to a point but not as much as he used to be. I think his biggest hurdle would be accepting that leaping to action literally is not the only way he can help.

But even if not on the front lines he can use his connections to continue to secure support for the Scions. If anything with him having saved the WoL's life (a tale probably exaggerated by Sellenei to make it extra heroic and romantic) his reputation would have jumped. This man might not be slaying primals and saving the world but their savior would have been dead if it weren't for him. Who would not want to curry favor with him?

Haurchefant gets to have closer with his siblings as well. Instead of the Fortemps men speaking posthumously of how they should have been better they now can actually be better to Haurche. While Artoiriel still is named count (and awkwardly tries to emulate Haurche to everyone's embarrassment) Edmont asks Haurche if he wants to be made legitimate. I think Haurchefant would want to think it over for a bit, not sure what he'd chose. But he may ask that any children he has be legitimized. Emmanellain taking over camp Dragonhead so Haurchefant can feel free to just travel with Sellenei.

Also Sellenei and him have, like, several kids in this AU. House Fortemps is just filled with duskwight babies. Edmont just spends his days doting on his grandbabies, deciding that he will not make the same mistake he made with Haurchefant. He would spoil them rotten.

Unhappiest AU: Sellenei takes the hit instead of him. I could imagine Sellenei seeing the spear of light piercing the shield and with a speed she didn't know she could possess runs over to push him out of the way. The idea to get them both out of the line of fire but she's not fast enough and the spear of light pierces her heart (accounting for their height difference compared to where it hit him) and she's dead by the time she hits the floor. No final, parting words. Silence. And no amount of healing to save her.

Haurchefant is just in disbelief. Horror at her death, anger at himself and the Heavensward, sorrow at her sacrifice, the loss of his love. Everyone needs to regroup and figure out what they're going to do with the warrior of light dead. Haurchefant while walking through Ishgard runs into Fray and... well he decides if he couldn't save her as a paladin he can avenge her as a dark knight. He takes to the greatsword as if he was always meant to.

Haurchefant and Astry absolutely massacre the Knights Twelve. Nothing holding either of them back.

I think Edmont tries to repair the relationship with Haurchefant but Haurche can't. His wounds are too raw, it feels too little too late. He works with the Scions, helping take the mantle of Warrior of Light as a homage to the memory of his lost love...

But I think he's unable to beat the last boss in EW. I'm figuring out the reasons why but I think he had less support because more people died (thinking Astry killed Estinien when he was possessed by Nidhogg as demanded by Estinien. Then she herself dies at some point during the dead ends. Maybe the other Scions met their end as well)

...and then maybe some weird timeline crossover happens and he runs into Sellenei in the main one and she's alive. Everyone is alive! And because I'm a sap for some happiness he and Sellenei still end up having kids together.

#Ffxiv #Ffxiv au #ffxiv headcanon #haurchefant x wol #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant de fortemps #Dark knight haurchefant

[daylightcommand3]

This might be a hard question to answer, but have you thought about what TMNT 2036 would look like in terms of art style? Would you want it to be 2D animated or use 3D models? Would it be more "grungy" and geometric like 2012 and Mutant Mayhem, or more wild and expressive like Rise, or more grounded like 03? Is the style somehow completely new that it's hard to compare to the prior incarnations? Do you have any specific design notes for the specific characters that you didn't mention in your big post on the heroes? How "weird" do the turtles look, pretty standard or would they push the bar even further than Rise did in making them stand out? Splinter's always changes a lot, what's he supposed to look like?

Sorry if this is a tough thing to ask, I know it's hard to describe something like a visual style without any kind of existing reference. But I also wanna come as close as I can to getting the same mental image of this iteration that's in your hand, and... MAYBE no promises at all Whatsoever don't count on it, try to give it some manner of actual visual interpretation? I'd do it completely out of my own reading of what you've said already without me asking directly, but I felt the end result would be more accurate if I did.

Regardless, I'm excited to see what else you have in mind in general for this! For as fun as a franchise like TMNT is with how it reiterates old concepts in new ways, it's a little shocking to me I haven't seen more people suggest their own iterations. I'll be honest and say I'm a little baffled I haven't had any ideas for my own Turtles (though I DO have part of an Avengers incarnation I had some scattered ideas for, might get back to that eventually), so I'm very glad you're picking up the slack in that sense. I might chip in with potential ideas as I get them but for now I definitely wanna wait and hear what you have in mind for the basics first. Excited to hear more when you have it!

This IS a hard question to answer, but I don't mind at all (Thank you for the ask!). I don't have too much of a consistent style in my mind, but I do have a few stray thoughts.

In terms of design desire, I'd say it's most similar to TMNT 2012 (for obvious reasons) with the turtles being blatantly different, without it being exaggerated like Rise or arguably even Mutant Mayhem. They're rather bulky (TMNT 2012 levels of bulky with defined muscles). I don't know what exactly grungy looks like, but if it's anything like 2012/Mutant Mayhem then I suppose they are(?). I definitely can see the argument for a geometric art style (more in a bit). I would want them to look more standard. Yet my imagination has other plans.

I have no idea if it would be 2D or 3D animated.

I'll start with Mikey and Donnie for they share an interesting similarity: I can't stop seeing their Mutant Mayhem heads. Granted it's not exactly their Mutant Mayhem versions. My Mikey has a much bigger forehead, and has a skin tone much more similar to 2012. I really think it's his gangly/lanky body that remind me of the Mutant Mayhem version. Though I can also see my Mikey having his eyes more spaced apart. I'm actually kinda inspired by the original comics by having Mikey's forehead just be a lump on top of his head. Mikey is the tallest of the 4. Not sure how tall exactly. But his brother typically have to look UP at him. (Though if this gets changed to make their heights more consistent it's fine with me.)

(Just have his mask lower (like where this one's nose would be), and I'd think we'd be close to what's in my head.)

Also, despite me kinda picturing Mutant Mayhem Donnie, my Donnie DOES NOT HAVE GLASSES. I'm one of those people who don't like it when they add the classes to convey "nerd". Maybe a more circular head? I also want my Donnie to be kinda pathetic. He and Leo are about the same height. (Donnie may be slightly taller. Who knows.)

For Raph I have two main sources: @/nerves-nebula's drawings (warning: it heavily discusses and alludes to topics such as abuse/SA/incest, so proceed with your own caution). And Bowser Jr. In fact, whenever I imagine Raph, he's the only who doesn't have proper eyes. He just has two dots. Though for consistency sake its best if he does I imagine. To expand more on the Bowser Jr inspiration, he's also comically short. As big as Rise Raph is, 2036 Raph is small. He's like half the other turtle's height. I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I much prefer it when the turtles are about the same height (akin to 2012). On the other hand, this is so much funnier. It makes the moments when he FNAF jumpscares a Foot soldier or other enemy much funnier. It also allows him to bite onto some poor enemy's arm and force them to shake him off. Raph is the main reason why I kinda want to make the turtles different species of turtles, as he's so inconsistent from the others.

Raph's head kinda reminds me of Trappinch. The visible mouth/teeth outline is ESSENTIAL. HE CHOMPS!!!!!

Though ultimately it's for the best if Raph loses being the most cartoony for being more consistent with his brothers.

I have no clue for Leo. Mutant Mayhem kinda fits. But it's not perfect. I really only have vibes to go off of. He's a unique blend of 2003, 2012, and Mutant Mayhem. He takes everything as seriously as 2003, but doesn't have the authority to actually do anything about it. This results in him being kinda whiny.

The shell size for the turtles is the same as 2012. Gives them normalish body proportions. But still allows them to full retract. I'd also like the shells to look rather tough (maybe 2003 tough?), because, just like (of all inspirations) the Micheal Bay movies, the turtles are bullet proof. BUT ONLY WHEN RETRACTED IN THEIR SHELLS. Fun fact: Being bulletproof is what forces most of the villains to use laser guns and stuff because that's the only thing that could theoretical pierce their shells. Bullets don't work on Splinter either because he just Matrix-dodges them all.

Speaking of Splinter, he's heavily inspired by his 2012 version proportions wise. Very tall (though Mikey is as tall as he is). His fur is a light brown, akin to early incarnations. Most of his height is in his tall, thin legs. I don't know why I keep coming back to this design feature, but I think it's funny. Chicken legs Splinter. His most vital design element is his mouth (nose/snout?) being super long as well. This mostly so when he puts on his "human" disguise (just a bunch of human clothing hiding his features), his face mask is stretched out to the point in looks like a cone.

My April is heavily inspired by Mutant Mayhem April. She may be a bit more bottom-heavy than MM April. I'm also don't see 2036 wearing glasses, but if it completes the look then I don't mind. Now, the most important part is her hair. It is specifically the 2003 April's shade of red. She dyes it that way. Her hairstyle is inconsistent in my mind, but it often looks similar to 2003 April's due to color association. Though I imagine one of her bangs(?) being much much much longer on one side of her head than the other.

My Casey has the muscle mass of 1987, the hair of 2003, and the iconic gap tooth of 2012. I can see her head often being more oblong. She's often seen in gray/light-blue tank top, pridefully showing off her arms. As stated before, her hockey mask is painted with a skull featuring a large crack.

Now, as a bonus, I'll go over two villains I ever so briefly mentioned in the heroes post.

Baxter Stockman mostly resembles his 2003 design, although he has 2012's mustache.

Oroku Saki is also heavily inspired by his 2003 design. Though he also has a bit of 2003 Hamato Yoshi in him too. Given that's he's Splinter's owner and all that. I really want Saki to just look like a normal guy. His Shredder armor is also heavily inspired by 2003. Unlike 2012, there is not an inch of skin visible. The most important part of the 2003 inspiration is the fact that you can only see his glowing eyes in the mask, though they're pure white in this incarnation (like the fortnite skin).

I also really like this helmet design in general.

The most important part of 2036 Saki is that he has 2012's vambraces. Those are the coolest shit in media. I'll be damned if my Shredder doesn't have those exact ones. INCLUDE THEM!!!!.

Oh, and by the way, here's a visual teaser for another iconic TMNT villain in my incarnation:

Well that's about everything I can think of. Once again, thank you so much for the ask! It feels great to get all these clashing and conflicting design elements off my chest. It means so much to me that people are interested in my ideas. And don't worry, I already got three 2036 posts in the works. And I welcome any of your ideas.

#tmnt #tmnt 2036 #long post #very long post #really long post

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Oh a new ship game! Hope I'm not too late ;-)

I present to you: Bond/Ms.Hudson and Moran/Liam

Ship It - Bond/Ms. Hudson

@lledron also asked this!

What made you ship it?

Irene "she's just so cute I had to tease her" Adler! Particularly in retrospect after the transition. Wow, James, little boy pulling pigtails on the playground much? (Disclaimer that more recent attempts to teach children the importance of consent from a young age and to move away from telling girls "he's mean because he likes you" are good things. But I do still find this trope cute in fiction.) But also just...they are very fond? The reunion, how easily Miss Hudson accepts James and is just happy to see him safe and well and they kind of boop their heads together omg the adorableness?!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I don't really trust myself to be the one to do it proper justice and handle it correctly, but I think someone more educated than myself and/or someone who is trans could do some interesting things with issues of gender and age and the time period. Miss Hudson is older -- likely old enough to be considered an old maid. In her own way, she is defying the expectations of womanhood in her time: she is a single, childless land-owner making her own way in the world. There might even be a bit of a stir if she took up with a younger man. She and Bond have very different life experiences, but they've each defied the assumptions they were born into, and them navigating the ways they are different and the ways they are the same would be really interesting.

Also...head boops.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think so? My primary thought on this ship is just cuuuuuuuuute so it's not much of an opinion lol.

Ship It - Moran/William

What made you ship it?

Literally if I'd gotten this ask a month ago I probably would have said no, in spite of the fact that there's been plenty of ship-bait for it. But that dang pub brawl chapter in The Remains finally won me over. There's this one panel in particular, of William's eye kind of going wide over Moran getting all rough and rowdy, and I was like "Aww man that's his Shook but Kinda Into It face." Spot the difference:

(I may be exaggerating slightly...😆) I had been leaning away from shipping it because I'm a little weirded out by the age difference in combination with how young William was when they met...but it's not like I think there was any grooming going on or anything, that is absolutely not the vibe. And I've always leaned towards Moran as proof of Liam having A Type lol. That last chapter just finally tipped it from a nah to a yass in my mind (with the caveat for my own comfort that any kind of sexual interest developed long, long after they met).

What are your favorite things about the ship?

The...weird feral codependency? Again, I like my ships either Very Healthy or Very Not. What is that like, "now he's all mine" business?! Carrying a playing card in your breast pocket for years?! The chosen instrument of death? Returning to the wild for three years like a tamed wolf that's lost its master, only to come back to heel the instant he returns? Unhinged behaviour. Also, Sherlock and Liam being the same height is like...important to me. But...the height difference. It's good. Look at Will peeking out from behind Moran's shoulder up there!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

At this point I'm just gonna start answering this question with: whatever everyone else thinks the sexual dynamic is, strike that, reverse it. I'll take it the other way just to be ornery. 😂

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #ship ask game

[moonlightwonie]

„thats so crazy how the dick sizes are so inaccurate😭 especially for east asian men.. their hands, height and sometimes visible bulge give it all away lol you clearly dont know anything about east asian men and their sizes cuz in no world heeseung has that many inches.. i didnt write this only to you but to all the other people that think enhypen members have monster cocks or whatever”

im the one who wrote it. you stated that you grew up in the us so i believe you still live there? i live in east asia (as a vietnamese person) and i have an active love life so i know how big most of them are💀 the biggest i had ever seen was around 5inches and these guys were taller than 6’2. the smallest one i had ever seen was approx. 3inches and it was also a tall guy but not too tall in the western. just let me say: (east) asian men have small dicks but people just want to gaslight themselves into thinking that it was all in the past. (its not.) the most realistic sizes of enhypen would be: heeseung: a little little little bit over 5inches but you could say its 5, jay: 4-5inches, jake: around 4 maybe a bit less, sunghoon: bit over 5inches (bigger than heeseung for sure)

i will admit that i may have exaggerated slightly with hee and hoon, so i could agree with the sizes you said for them. the sizes you said for jayke were the sizes i had said for them too, so i agree. again, i swear it was just for entertainment purposes for my readers, i wasn’t trying to trigger anyone or say that it was true and accurate information. i do stand by what i said about every body being different from another, but i do understand what you’re saying. ANYWAYS going forward i probably won’t do anymore dick size posts since it wasn’t just you that got upset by it, so i apologize to you and to anyone who didn’t like it. again, i do hope you have a good day, i hope you can atleast enjoy the rest of my content <3

#💿anon

[f1-stuff]

Mal I can’t believe you like stony I trusted you sigh…

anon....why you not like stony? 🥺 ((are you a stucky shipper?)) jkjk...unless...?

If you actually wanna know tho...

...it's simply the most compelling, contrasting, fraught, potential-filled relationship ever written/depicted (i wish i was exaggerating).

I'm ngl, I typed this whole thing and then it got deleted. So I might not be able to fully do this a second time smh. But here we go.

Whenever i was bored/in the depths of my stony/marvel obsession, I would make a list in my head of all the reasons Steve and Tony were perfect for one another in case anyone disagreed with me. I don't think I can remember all the reasons, but I'm gonna do my best (this mostly addresses their MCU depictions, since that's what I know best):

Their personalities are so complementary- steve is the more heart-on-his-sleeve, honest, dependable, disciplined, noble, street-smart, but also a bit naive, idealist and tony is the cynical, issues-with-authority, arrogant, sarcastic, hard-outer-shell, booksmart, realist. They're sooo different from one another, but at their core, they both want to make the world a better place and they both place more importance on others' lives over their own, altho their motivations come from diff places. It's hard for them to see that at first though bc they're both so stubborn and judge one another on superficial things. But when they do recognize it, they have so much respect for one another.

The age difference.............is hot! And here's why: you can make a case that either of them is actually older than the other... (iykyk) Tony has been awake & aging longer, but Steve was born in the 40s so... who really knows!?

Height difference.

Sexual experience difference (tony -> playboy, steve -> virgin??)

The banter. The Banter!!!

They both have daddy issues. Shared trauma, but also separate traumas that they can help each other through

And along with the daddy thing is the fact that Steve knew Tony's father?? And that Howard helped create/provide Steve's iconic shield? It factors into the daddy issues and the assumptions they make about one another bc Steve expects Tony to be like Howard and Tony resents Steve for the way Howard idolized Steve/Cap.

Steve's shield is vibranium and Tony's arc reactor is powered by vibranium. Idk, that shit is just poetic.

"Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?" "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." "I know guys with none of that worth ten of you... The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play - to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you." "I think I would just cut the wire." "Always a way out. You know you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero." "A hero? Like you? You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle."

(^NO ONE riles steve or tony up more, and what is that if not sexual tension, i mean...??)

Their nickname game is so strong - Tony is always nicknaming Cap, which is a sign of affection from him (Rhodey, Pep, Happy). Also in the 616 universe, I think they called each other Winghead and Shellhead which ?!?! so cute.

There's a literal universe of comics where steve and a female version of tony/iron man are in love and get married...

"Mr. Rogers, I almost forgot - that suit did nothing for your ass."

Stony has some of the best fan fiction i've EVER read. I want some of those fics inscribed on my tombstone actually (not sorry)

Aaaaand I'm losing steam (especially after typing this a second time lmao). But all of this to say, I used to be a stucky shipper (as evidenced by my ao3 works), but then The Avengers (2012) came out and changed everything for me. There's just something about stony - the equal potential for them to destroy one another/complete one another - that is just... 🤌🏻 There's passion there.

Superhusbands!!! 😍

#WELL! #this could possibly be considered a *rant* but all my stony feels flooded back in #i was seriously immersed in marvel before i got into hockey and then f1 lmao #honestly this has me questioning Your judgment anon... #jk but also not #anon #ask #not f1 #stony

[seasons-beatings]

Unrelated to the exchange but if you’re feeling up to it, may I ask how the Nutcracker going? What is your role? -Sincerely, someone who loves dancing but has never trained/performed and is very curious about the experience 👀

Hi! Oh gosh, you’ve opened the floodgates😂 I love talking about the show! I keep posting updates on my main blog after every rehearsal🤣

It’s going very well! I just got out of our dress rehearsal- we have our watch party tomorrow (show up to the studio in pajamas and watch the video of tonight’s rehearsal.) And then two more rehearsals Wednesday and Thursday, a break on Friday, and then we open! We’re doing four shows, two on Saturday and two on Sunday.

I actually have four roles! For the Party Scene, I’m the Stahlbaum children’s Governess- I spend most of that scene taking props on and off stage and trying to keep the party going smoothly despite Fritz’s constant attempts to derail it. After that I’m one of the Three Musketeers for the Battle Scene- we fight off the rats and bring in the cannon to fire at the mice. And then I’m one of the Christmas Reindeer for the Snow Scene, plus the opening and finale of Act Two. All the reindeer really do is get our massive sleigh onstage- the thing is pretty, but stupidly heavy and big. We do get a bit of fun dancing in the Angel Scene though!

However, my favorite role by far is in the Divertissements section of Act Two- the part where all the sweets dance for Clara and the Nutcracker. My director likes to reimagine ballets, I don’t think she’s ever put on anything traditional. Our Nutcracker takes place in Paris instead of Germany, for example, and the Stahlbaums run a trading company to and from the Land of Sweets.

One of our other changes is that we don’t have a Mother Ginger. We have the Drury Lane Kitchen scene, starring the Muffin Man and Muffin Wife, and our youngest dancers as Blueberry Muffins. And then there’s me, the Pastry Chef, who just wants a little attention around here. The Muffin Man and his wife interrupt my dancing to waltz with each other, so I stomp to the corner of the stage, do some angry pantomiming, and then I get an idea…and I scream “FOOD FIGHT!” as loudly as possible. I get to scream! Onstage! In a ballet! And that cues the Blueberry Muffins to pelt Clara, the Nutcracker, and the Muffin Man and his wife with blueberries. And then I do a dramatic slide to the front of the stage and finish off the scene with an exaggerated chef’s kiss. It’s hilarious and I love it.

It’s definitely a lot of work, but it’s also really fun! I love all of the people in the show, and I’ve become fast friends with most of them! I’ve had a costume role before in our spring show, but The Nutcracker is kinda different- The Nutcracker is The Big One, the one that everybody knows and comes to see. There’s a lot of pressure to get it right, but we also work on the show from September-December so we have quite a bit of time. Pain is also a thing, ballet is hard on basically every part of your body, so there’s definitely some hurting involved. I’ve been having a lot of it in my back this season- it was so bad on Sunday that I cried. It’s hard, but the feeling when you’re onstage and the audience is applauding you or laughing at something funny you did or gasping in awe at a pretty piece of choreography- it’s like no other feeling in the world!

I’m lucky enough to have found a studio that takes anyone. We have some people in the show that had only been dancing for a few weeks before the audition. I’ve only been doing ballet since February. Our studio doesn’t care about experience or weight or height or anything like that- if you love to dance, you can take classes and you can audition for shows. We had one guy who auditioned who hadn’t danced in years, not since middle school- and that guy’s going onstage this weekend wearing the red jacket as the Nutcracker Prince! If you can find a studio like that, it’s absolutely worth it- the experience of doing something like this is just pure magic.

#sorry for the absolute wall of text there! #answering asks

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Question re the post about mass-produced vehicles generally not being sentient but sometimes becoming sentient if enough care and love was put into them and this being a concern for car modders: What qualifies as a "real vehicle"? I know even some 3-1/2" and 5" gauge live steam engines can pull a train with people on it. Do hobbyists who put thousands of hours into custom-built model locomotives often find that they are now parents to a living being that needs exercise and socialization?

You should probably be advised, right off the bat, that I am not a logical thinker and none of my headcanons/interpretations are consistent with the others.

I'm not so much good at "thought experiment" as "what would make a good fic?"

So I'm not sure exactly where the line is drawn—I'm open to ideas?—but I am inspired by one of @togetherness23's AUs where small models of Harold, Bertie, etc. adopt some Beatles. (It makes sense in context. Well, sorta. Well, that doesn't matter; it's delightful.)

Thus I propose the notion that, at small scales, you might give life to a lil' vehicle (even strictly a static model that can't "run" mechanically!). But it's a bit of... sub-sapient life, perhaps?

Like the difference between RC and the other toys...

... only even more exaggerated.

These "small-scale" vehicles and models don't talk, don't show any evidence of understanding humans' talk, and fail all formal intelligence tests.

But they have locomotion and will. They vroom back and forth or hover at very low heights to the ground, and they bond to their maker or other humans of their choice.

For they can be rather capricious and fey. Certainly they are so independent that they are super low-maintenance, as pets go. They are known to like disappearing (very annoying for the proud modeller!). Usually they turn up again sooner or later, but very much on their own time. Most of them are very coy about exhibitions and seem to prefer the privacy and comforts of home.

Some will run away from their owner more permanently, and may adopt some new human as "theirs." These little vehicles that run wild run the risk of becoming dirty and battered. But they don't require fuel and they are remarkably hardy. One disappeared from its creator in Uruguay in the '70s and reappeared over thirty years later in Japan, apparently with the intention of settling down with its creator's daughter, who had relocated in order to collaborate with fellow researchers at the University of Tsukuba.

There are at least a million of these lively little vehicles throughout the world, and rather than be as regulated as their larger road-, rail-, or flight-legal cousins, they are mostly ignored. If governments take notice of them at all, it is as subjects of research (are they a national security threat?—they don't seem to be) and as a pest problem.

Just spitballing. Anyone is welcome to borrow and refine the notion further.

#chatter #ttte headcanon #engine sentience #vehicular sentience #smol cars and trains #ooooooooooh! #the tv prop models must be sentient in this way! #ttte #the railway series

[southfarthing]

how tall is eowyn again because....

ok i may have exaggerated about faramir a tiiiny bit but he is very tall. and i don't know if eowyn's height is given, but I'm assuming somewhat tall! but faramir does have to stoop to be able to kiss her brow so there's definitely a height difference

I reblogged a post a few weeks ago that went into detail on everyone's heights but I can't find it now 😭

edit: here’s the post!

#anonymous #replies #lotr #can't remember how i tagged it 😭😭😭

[gumgumvibecheck]

10! 14! 15!

howdy !

10. How tall are you?

due to prior bit obligations i can only answer this question as 'Very Tall' or 'Charlotte Katakuri height.' these answers may or may not be exaggerations, or even outright fabrications

14. What’s your favorite color?

green!! i like all greens but i deff drift more towards forest greens, sea greens, moss greens, and grass greens if that makes sense? anyways my walls are green my comforter is green i have 6 different green maps on my walls (which are as previously mentioned, green)

15. What’s your favorite season? 

wyoming summer, oklahoma storm season, and chicago fall

#thanks for the ask!!!!!!!! #aub talks

[multi-lefaiye]

*drags myself into ur inbox like ive just walked through a whole desert and ur blog is water*

hello. guess what. guess what i finally finished after suffering with it for like two days

if u guessed a drawing of Roach and Hypno with a very exageratted height different because 1. proportions and 2. it is funnier this way even if hypno is only like 4 inches taller than roach, ur right!

anyways yeah :D its done :D idk what itll look like on ur screen but the switch from my drawing screen to computer fucking murdered all the work i did on the hair so it looks a bit weird. also most of the blending was done w/ the bambi brush and i think its actually one of the best blending brushes i have oddly

ID: a drawing of multi's oc Roach and my oc Hypno side by side with an exaggerated height difference, Hypno resting his arm on Roach's head. Roach has pale skin, blond hair, blue eyes, and a heart sticker on their cheek. They wear a cropped dark gray shirt with a pink square, sun in the background, and purple palm trees on it. They wear a mesh shirt underneath and have dark blue pants on. Hypno has brown skin, red hair, brown eyes, and burn scars on his arm, hand, and under his eye. He wears a gray shirt that says "I MIGHT BE WRONG" and the W and R are covered by his hand as well as green sweatpants and a beaded bracelet and blue worm-on-a-string earrings.

In the top right corner, there's four smaller drawings of the two. The first two drawings are of them hunched over with a >:3 face and it says "CHAOS" over them. The other two drawings are of their faces looking tired with their tongues out. End ID.

I do not know if I like how it turned out (been staring at roach forever and there is Something wrong but idk what it is) but I hope you like it :DD have a good timezone!!!

I HAVE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR LIKE HALF AN HOUR NOW OH MY GOSH I AM YELLINGGGG. BAAAAAAAAAT,,,,, CRYING CRYING (IN A GOOD WAY!!!)

FIRST OF ALL. Yes I so so much adore the height difference here ASDFJKL; it may not be ~accurate~ but it captures the vibes. Roach is Hypno's tiny older sibling figure who will happily cause chaos with it hehe

Also I'm so so entertained by the fact that you used the Bambi brush for this ASDJFKL; GOSH..... Bambi helped so much <333

Anyway this is so delightful oh my gosh thank you so so much!!!! <33333 I'm going FERAL oh gosh... I love these two so so dearly and this is making me giggle excitedly as I look at him <333

Also I know the opening is a metaphor but I have for u. Water

[Image Description: A glass of water. End ID.]

#talk to the bunnykitty #bat time all the time #bootiful art #gifts from the universe #i am going to stare at this forever THANK YOUUUUUU #THIS IS SO SWEET //CRIES #roach my beloved #genuinely this is so fun!!!! #also i love hypno's shirt so much omg #these two are fashion icons #i adore them <33333 #i care them <333