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cryptcoop · 9 months

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i LOVE the way you draw moira! Especially how you depict her as a gnc woman with top scars. I was wondering if you have any specific headcanons regarding her gender/presentation/transition?

thank you! i dont particularly have too many headcanons, i relate a lot of my own feelings on my gender onto her though, so most of what i say is just my own experiences? For example, her primary pronouns are she/her, its what anyone who relatively knows her refers to her as, however when it comes to people she barely knows or strangers, any pronouns work. when someone knows your pronouns, especially those who dont explore gender at all.. they do perceive you differently. I think she hates being perceived as 'woman' to strangers, in a sense that she doesn't like being treated differently just because of her gender. She does get a certain enjoyment seeing people stumble over themselves trying to figure out what to refer to her as without having to blatantly ask her, though, likes to watch them squirm. She doesn't like being called ma'am or miss, but likes to be called sir, and to have partners call her handsome. She doesn't like accentuating her body in an overly feminine way, but does like to wear the occasional dress and makeup, though she is most comfortable in a suit. She likes being the proverbial man in the relationship, planning out the dates, toting her partner around on her arm. She would never turn down her partner planning anything though, she just doesnt ask for it. Sexually as well, I think in most scenarios she is a stone top, doesn't get much out of being touched herself and much prefers tending to her partners needs. I've seen before that people lean her towards butch more often than gnc but i never could see her referring to herself as butch.. she plays with both. She is very comfortable in her body and likes being in control of how she is perceived to outsiders.

#it can be hard for me to explain being gnc.. especially to those that dont get it yknow?#sometimes i will say things that contradict each other.. but i think thats kind of the point sometimes..#also for clarification: i dont always draw her with top scars its usually by request. typically i just draw her with a very small chest #but obviously i like top scars moira and do sometimes draw it on my own accord. maybe someday *i* will have top scars. wow.#QNA

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even-disco-baby · 2 years

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YOU — “Did you become a gardener because of your grandmother?”

THE GARDENER — She looks taken aback by your question. “I’m sorry?”

YOU — “Your grandmother who taught you about the nutrients in the snow.”

THE GARDENER — “I got that part, thanks. I just…” She shakes her head with a quiet breath.

EMPATHY — She just thought it was a strange question for a cop to ask.

THE GARDENER — “Yes, it was because of her.” Her expression flickers just slightly. “*For* her…”

DRAMA — There’s more to this cute grandma story, sire.

AUTHORITY — Who cares about her grandma? Tell her to cut the bullshit and stop wasting your time already!

“Cool. Sorry, I don’t know why I asked you that. I actually don’t care that much.”

“Okay, let’s cut the bullshit. Are you really a gardener?”

“You sound sad.”

THE GARDENER — “Do I?” She smiles shyly. “Sorry. I was getting nostalgic.”

DRAMA — She’s laying it on a little thick, but she isn’t lying. You touched a nerve.

YOU — “Was she a gardener, too?”

THE GARDENER — “…She wanted to be,” she says, her voice measured. “But we rarely end up where we want to be, wouldn’t you say?”

INLAND EMPIRE — Yes. You would. You don’t even remember where or who you hoped to be, but it can’t have been anything like *this.* No one would ever want to be you.

“Yeah. You’re right. I mean, look at *me.* I hope I didn’t end up like this intentionally. That would be pretty weird.”

“Hey, it’s never too late to give it a shot.”

THE GARDENER — “I mean, it is for her,” she says drily. “She’s dead.”

EMPATHY — Oh.

YOU — “Oh.”

THE GARDENER — “Why are you asking so many questions about my grandmother, anyway? I can assure you she didn’t put that body in the tree. On account of being dead.”

“You never can tell. She could have faked her death. I have to explore every possibility. I’m told that’s what detectives do. And also that I’m a detective.”

“Okay, you got me, I don’t actually care about your grandma. I care about why you’re spying on us.”

“Just curious. It sounds like she meant a lot to you.”

THE GARDENER — Her expression flickers again, almost imperceptibly.

COMPOSURE — She’s trained herself well to keep a straight face. Strange for a gardener.

THE GARDENER — “…She still does,” she admits quietly. “She gave up her home and her garden to take care of me. And then worked herself to death, quite literally.”

EMPATHY — There’s bitterness in her voice, but not toward her grandmother. More likely toward the job that wore her down to nothing.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Without the speed and the nicotine and the booze to smooth out all those harsh edges, you would have been worn down to nothing by now, too.

“That’s the economy for you. She should have worked on her hustle.”

“I totally understand. Being a cop is really hard.”

“Well, at least *you* ended up where you wanted to be. I’m sure she’d be glad that you became a gardener.”

THE GARDENER — Slowly, like the snow on the breeze, her gaze falls from you to her gloved hands. Her face is still as stone.

“Yes,” she says hollowly. “She would.”

EMPATHY — And that’s what makes it all so much harder.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #elizabeth beaufort #requests #wow this one was a toughie since harry and lizzy don’t rlly have a rapport #and his interactions w her as the gardener are p limited #it took me a while to think of smth but then i remembered her line abt her grandma and the gears started turning…#ig the headcanon™️ here is that lizzy ended up being raised by her grandmother after smth happened to her parents #and she had to sell her house w her garden to afford a good education for lizzy #worked too hard and too long to have the time or energy to start a new one #and probably wouldn’t have been able to anyway if they lived in an apartment #died when lizzy was young and then evrart took her under his wing #and she was passionate abt worker’s rights bc of what happened to her grandmother so she fit right in and was eager to go to law school #but even after all that… there’s still no garden for her 😔

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dangerous-advantage · 6 months

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tgcf writing request(s)

eyo i am in a bit of a slump writing-wise so. if you see this and are interested, i would be very down for you to send me in any tgcf/hualian writing prompts!

i cannot promise anything concrete will come of it, but i am desperate <3 also uninspired

#wow it is hard to phrase this in a way that sounds like i am a chill and normal person #i know i never fucking finish these things but i'm getting desperate man #i NEED to get out of this writing slump and that means i need to WRITE something #i don't have any specific 'dos' or 'donts' for this #just maybe not hardcore smut? only bc i'm still dipping my toes into being comfortable writing/posting smut #but basically anything else i'd be down! (like i said i am desperate)#and like i HAVE ideas for fics i just. don't know how to start them/get at what i want for them yet #so this is like me dipping my toes into the pool to figure/become more comfortable writing in this type of fandom/setting #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #tgcf writing requests #hob #heaven official's blessing #hualian #hualian writing requests #new to writing for a fandom like this if you couldn't tell i am Very nervous

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cloudymindemptyskies · 2 months

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Hi! could you draw a Simisear? please

Sure. Sorry it took so long.

Reference used: Simisear v.2 by Xous54 on DeviantArt

3/18/24

#digital art #digital painting #digital sketch #digital arwork #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #pokemon #cute pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #request #simisear #wow this one was hard to draw

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quinn-pop · 10 months

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Mayta Knight 29-30

29 - Fighting the Horrors

hey this is a Brink-of-Death moment so here’s a quick warning if you need it

angst scribblings…not something i do very often? i kinda wish i had more time to flesh this scene out but such is the nature of an art challenge

anyway, on a brighter note

30 - Amusement Park

the duality of metadad content

#text in notes !!#mayta knight #im not really sure what warrants a content warning so if anyone ever has suggestions or a request just let me know!!#meta knight #Kirby #kirbyposting #metadad #king dedede #intended dededad?#in that panel #woah angst content? since when #my art or something #yes i did have to try very hard to not make a joke out of this #‘it was just a regular butterfly haha’#but it’s not very funny lol #and would devalue everything else waaay too much #final post will be tomorrow #which wow exciting #I may have shed like #one tear drawing this #but now when i see it I just think #wow #meta knight’s eyes look so weird #i should stop giving him pupils he may be a mentor but they don’t look good on him #wow i came up with that as i typed it idk if this means im funny or sleep deprived #it’s the second one! good night

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Seeing as some of you need constant reminding:

If I have stated the words “ONE SHOT” on my imagine/blurb/whatever then it means ONE SHOT!

STOP IGNORING THE WORDS ONE SHOT! IT WILL ONLY PISS OFF THE AUTHOR NOT GET YOU WHAT YOU WANT!

#I’m getting really sick of people asking for a part 2 to ONE shots #I can’t make it any clearer ffs #I’ll start blocking the people who continue to do this #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #f1 one shot #fanfic writer #it’s hard enough to write requests let alone being hounded all the time #it’s not flattering what is flattering is saying eg. wow I love it or another great imagine

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skyjynxart · 1 year

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a huge favour: obviously nobody HAS to do this, or anything else, especially bc one rando on the internet asked, but I’ve been seeing a lot of outright ship war shenanigans(derogatory) going on.

I’m really not about that life and I really don’t believe in the whole taking an eye for an eye thing, even if the ‘other side’ has done atrocious things. I think the best thing we can do is follow ye olde internet motto of block and move on.

BUT since I know that some people feel really strongly and really want to participate in this stuff... Can you throw a ‘discourse’ or ‘ship wars’ tag up on the posts or something? I’m old and tired and I don’t wanna unfollow people but I do wanna just enjoy my blorbos in peace.

also please do NOT come into my asks or DMs to request I participate in a ship war. that is the opposite of rad.

#harringrove #Billy Hargrove #stranger things billy #a humble request in the tag bc I can't be the only one who feels this way.#also NOT tagging the 'other side' ship here cause listen-- we do not need to be doing crossfire #we literally do not need it!#I know it's hard bc there are assholes going around and doing asshole things like harassing #but I am firmly of the belief that- in FANDOM especially- our best course is to talk about why we LOVE our thing #not why people who love that thing are bad/why their thing is bad #like if for no other reason than because a newcomer might look and go 'wow both groups here are acting like idiots!' and nope away #OR the theoretical newcomer could go 'wow one group is being a sack of dicks for weird reasons i should avoid that'#and 'wow this thing sounds really nice I wanna learn more about it bc people are talking about it in a cool way'#but also mostly just bc fandom olds like me are so fucking tired of this pls I'm begging you #I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THE EARLY DAYS FOLKS IT DOESN'T CHANGE IT WILL NOT CHANGE YOU CANNOT 'WIN'

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ezlebe · 2 years

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prompt: tomgreg stuck on a ferris wheel? ;)

“I don’t want to talk about it, Greg.”

Greg just crowds in closer, as they wait for the tiny bartender at the tiny bar cart to finish mixing some… something with mint. “Okay, but. I kind of do?”

“You invited yourself on this,” Tom reminds, nodding in thanks when a pair of tumblers are set onto the bar. He hands one off the Greg, then makes the very conscious choice to take a few short steps to the side of the pod closest to the city.

“I didn’t know what that meant,” Greg says, gesturing widely over at Shiv, on the other side of the pod with her special friend for the day. “Like, what – I – I thought you were divorced? You were talking about the final papers like… like last week?”

“Firstly, Gregory, we could still be friends; secondly, a divorce would have bad optics, or so she’s suddenly decided,” Tom says, taking a lengthy sip from his drink and fishing out the sprig of mint to chew on between his teeth. “Plus be giving me what I want. So mystery solved on whose idea it was for us to both go to Dubai. And here I was blaming her dad.”

“Oh,” Greg intones, then glances across the narrow length of the pod. ��What?”

“And now we’re stuck however high above Dubai –”

“Approaching 250 meters,” Greg recites, surely by compulsive impulse, considering the still-discomforted tone.

“In the most awkward situation you could imagine for forty minutes.”

“But – “ Greg rolls his head. “She brought someone?”

“I don’t even care anymore, Greg,” Tom says, though that it’s a lie is probably stamped across his forehead. He’s really just… tired of all of it; he technically brought someone, too, though it’s likely Shiv nor Greg will count it. “You, in particular, know it’s been going on since before the wedding.”

Greg glances to Shiv, or maybe the guy next to her, then back to Tom. “What?”

“The little numbers,” Tom says, looking over and seeing Greg’s blank look, then sneering with a significant tilt of his head. “The open relationship.”

“I don’t know what – No, I – I didn’t know that?” Greg hisses, his eyes going wide and startled, darting back and forth across the pod for a humiliating pair of beats. He sets his drink to the side, seemingly just to gesture small with both hands at his front. “Do you mean wh-when you threw – I wasn’t like referencing it, Tom. I was just – I thought it was a good simile!”

Tom rolls his eyes and refuses to think too hard why Greg would equate them, especially at that point, with a relationship. He’d been… attached, but Greg had still been trying to claw away from, or at least out from under, him. Tom worries he still is, at times, handing information out across the table about Eva’s, or Cyd’s, or the whole world’s undermining of Tom, if it’ll get him a cheeky bonus, but then he does stuff like slither his way into the Dubai trip and to go to the big ferris wheel, so it’s a mixed fucking message to be sure.

“The whole time? And you… you didn’t even mention she didn’t sign,” Greg says, slumping in the bench while twiddling his fingers. “I’m just feeling unwell about it all.”

“Oh, please,” Tom says, gesturing with an irked twitch of his hand. “What do you tell me about your love life?”

“Like a lot of it?” Greg says, looking up at Tom, narrowing his eyes for a beat, then around with a petulant sigh through his nose. “I don’t have a lot going on, Tom.”

“Well,” Tom says, wetting his lips while glancing across the pod and lowering his voice further. “All you need to know about mine is that in the Roy tradition she’s left the papers unsigned somewhere in her penthouse.”

“What happened?”

Tom frowns hard.

“Li-like I’m not blaming you, or anything,” Greg says, in a quiet rush, raising his brows up his forehead. “But like… what’s even happening here right now?

“Oh, she’s…” Tom feels an angry, mortified heat flush across the back of his neck while he contemplates lying, but Greg is… he’s not that stupid, he’s certainly noticed both Tom’s quote unquote predilections and Shiv all but advertising the guy, since he slipped into the car an hour ago. “She wants to draw me into some fucking compromise throuple. She sent me a real – a pitch this morning that, hah –” He bites briefly at his lip. “A list of ways that he could fulfill the needs we can’t in each other.”

“Oh,” Greg says, dropping his head, then his eyes go wide at the space between his feet, until predictably he looks up with another bewildered question between his teeth. “Wait. What – y-you, wait. Is it for like – She is like my cousin, so I – I don’t want to think about this, but… sex reasons?”

Tom briefly traces his tongue against his teeth. “It’s clearly not for my company, Greg.”

“Were you… You were serious about – uh, regarding you-your sex life? Enough that she’d want to stay married an-and involve someone else for it?”

“That's very crude, Greg. I like to think she’s trying to keep this train wreck together in her own way, but I don’t know,” Tom says, glancing across the pod and catching her looking back over the shoulder of the meat puppet with a coy smile. He wonders for the nth time what’s actually going on in her head. “…I really don’t.”

“Oh,” Greg wets his lips, “Does that guy even know? Like… shouldn’t he be like trying to get to know you, then?”

“I am in the perfect place to admit I have no idea what she tells anyone,” Tom says, tightening his jaw slightly, then elbowing sideways with a low tut. “Obviously, the sasquatch in the room puts a wrench in any plan.”

Greg takes a tetchy sip of his drink, staring out at the view. It seems like the end of the conversation, or at least the topic, until he abruptly slides down the bench a few more inches, then hooks his arm around Tom’s shoulders in a startlingly bold move, especially for him in particular.

“And now we’re sitting very close,” Tom says, swallowing hard, as Greg all but settles in to wrap around him like a python – an anaconda. He peeks over again to see Shiv staring, a glass of champagne paused in shock at her lips, and looks back to Greg with a click of his tongue. “I’ve decided not to ask; I just want you to use your monkey arms to get me a baby cheese.”

“Oh.” Greg says, then reaches forward to the center platter to grab one of the little cheese wheels.

“Thanks, bud,” Tom says, taking a deep bite, and trying to concentrate on the tangy, savory taste of the cheese, rather than get too droopy about how much time it’s been since he last touched someone this much for this long.

It’s… difficult.

And Greg is big, so he’s holding Tom like he’s small, and that’s most unfamiliar of anything.

“It’s really nice,” Greg says, when the pod reaches the apex, so the city and harbor stretch out in front of them at all angles for miles. “I kind of like… miss trees, though? Imagine this in like Montreal in the fall. Or, uh… Colorado is nice.”

“What’s another couple hundred feet to the Rockies?” Tom says, as he points briefly around his glass to direct Greg’s attention at a helicopter along the horizon. It’s a stupid game that started out as an admittedly mean taunt, but now it’s… mostly just a habit. “You could put it at the top of Pike’s Peak, see how many riders pass out.”

Greg exhales a quiet laugh and moves, his chin threatening to settle on Tom’s head. “You think they – uh, they built this so people could see the fake islands without being in space?”

“Could be,” Tom says, sipping at his drink with an eye dropping toward the big palm.

“Did someone buy like Ontario, you think?” Greg asks, gesturing further past to the distant world islands. “Or uh, New Brunswick.”

“I have no idea, bud,” Tom says, flattening his voice, wondering if Greg is about to declare his next big thing to be setting his eyes on an island. It’s a little more attainable than the whole of Italy. “I would be surprised if the builders even knew that New Brunswick existed.”

“Just because, like… you didn’t doesn’t mean no one does.”

Tom rolls his eyes, but doesn’t bother to defend himself – he makes one joke about New Jersey, and suddenly he’s a halfwit at geography. “Are you ever going to disclose your plan here?”

“I – I don’t, uh,” Greg says, jostling Tom some with an ungainly shrug. “Have one… really?”

“Just copping a feel?” Tom asks, though it’s more like he’s wearing a very large, very warm, very elbowy poncho.

Greg slumps, heavily, head ducking close to Tom’s ear. “…I just don’t like it.”

Tom bites at the inside of his cheek, watching through the window as time passes in gradual movement of the wheel. He wonders, belatedly and with hesitant optimism, if Greg has some other agenda, aside for his usual know everything agenda, crashing this field trip – granted, he probably wouldn’t have done it, if Tom told him that Shiv would be on it, so maybe they’re both setting traps. “Yeah, I know.”

“I’m not like a super violent guy, you know, but?” Greg takes one of those deliberately uncertain breaths of his that ends with a hum. “…We’re like high up… it’s sort of like stairs, if you think about it.”

Tom barks out a laugh and nearly upends his drink into his lap before he can help it. “That was… wow, a pretty ham-fisted attempt. I expect better – run through it again.”

“I’m under like a time constraint?” Greg says, visibly biting at the inside of his lip through his pout. “The ride is almost done.”

“That’s true,” Tom says, looking across the water and toward the rising city, as a disappointed swoop travels his gut. “Only minutes to go.”

A marked laugh rises from the other side of the pod. He doesn’t glance over, but he can see a vague shape of Shiv turning in the reflective curve of the window.

“But you – you don’t even like that guy, right?”

“No, Greg,” Tom says, reaching up and rubbing at the back of Greg’s head, wishing briefly, desperately that the circumstances were different. “I do not.”

“Good,” Greg mutters, a bit ornery, too, exhaling a huff into Tom’s temple.

“When you snitch to Gerri about this week,” Tom says, while tilting his glass across the pod in a narrow-eyed response to Shiv’s glance over her shoulder at him. She doesn’t look outright startled or even annoyed anymore, just sort of pinched, “You could slip something in about the family losing face out here dragging it out – she can pass that onto Logan to pass right back to her.”

“Not that I – uh, I do that,” Greg says, turning his head, but not pulling in any way out of the embrace. “But would that work?”

“Worth a try.”

#tomgreg #hey what's the opposite of what was requested #i had a weird idea a while back and subjected this prompt to it #i made myself feel bad for shiv #to avoid that just try not to think to hard about her motivations and just go like wow what a terrible double date

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