#ac desing

[konnisart]

I’ve gone crazy with this one. So the original idea was to give him a sorta different outfit inspired by a few vests I found on Pinterest (The TACO HAT STAYS ON HE JUST CANT LEAVE WITHOUT IT😂).And then I got creative ! What about a cape ,or what about a version with no hat ,or what about all off the these plus a cross,cause yeah it fits.I have officially found myself to a place where I freaking love how this all came out and now I can’t decide which version to keep (probably all),and I am freaking terrified to colour, thinking I might ruin this.

Also I will do one for Shay too!

#assassin's creed #haytham kenway #haytham #ac iii #clothes #alternative #art #artwork #my art #drawing #digital art #digital #artists on tumblr #fanart #procreate #i cant handle this #frustrated #new design #desing

[loonatics-b1gf4n]

Some Gacha Life 2 Character Desings.

1. Husk from Hazbin Hotel( I tried everything to make him right but I don't think I did right)

2. Tech E. Coyote and Rev Runner from Loonatics Unleashed but with my desings ( I love them. And I ship them)

3. Mylene E. Coyote and Luna Vester from my Loonatics Unleashed AU( I ship these two. Cute)

4. Lexi Bunny and Danger Duck from Loonatics Unleashed but with my desings (I ship them.)

5. Ace Bunny and Slam Tasmanian from Loonatics Unleashed but with my desings ( I don't ship them but they have a cute relationship)

#gacha life 2 #loonatics unleashed #tech e coyote #rev runner #ace bunny #danger duck #lexi bunny #slam tasmanian #loonatics oc #mylene e coyote #luna vester #mylene x luna #rev x tech #tech x rev #lexi x duck #husk hazbin hotel #I love Husk Tech and Rev #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel #my desings

[shinechermont]

Aftermare Week 2023 - Days 4 and 5 - Walking + Spring

Tagging: @bluepallilworld and @dragon-tamer-1

#aftermare week 2023 #aftermare #geno x nightmare #geno x passive nightmare #nightmare x geno #passive nightmare sans #passive nightmare x geno #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #passive nightmare #aftermare ship kid #aftermare ship child #rose #ac art #also if you noticed that something in geno and nightmares desings are missing or are just different in the prompts of this week #i may or may not have an explanation about this change based on a hc :3c

[alien-burst]

I was aways a member of Yiga Clan, hut now im more then ever 🙏

#Ganon #Ganondorf #totk #zelda totk #oh boy.... he makes my little ace hearts tremble #also THIS IS PEAK CHARACTER DESING?!

[neutrallyobsessed]

hahaha dont mind me combining my ship with my ship of ships ship ships sh- *has a stroke*

#its not flat out said at any point but it is implied #y-yea yeah yeah yeah das nrmy basically yeahp indeed #narumayo #herclillie #phoenix wright #maya fey #trucy wright #pearl fey #ace attorney #aa #this is tugs #good thing i rememberd bout this pic #what better day to post it than today? #anyways the way id draw human!hercules/lillie differs from what trucy did here #yes these are trucy's desings #if a different person is imagining it then it should look different #in any case i suck at drawing lil trucy #or children in general #lol

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Last summer I applied for a job as a library specialist in a small town outside Gainesville. As part of the application I had to go to the librsry in-person and take what was essentially a high school English test, "match these titles to their authors," "what was the main theme of XYZ," etc., really dry and pointless, but the final few questions were relevant to the library position and I absolutely aced them. "What should you do if someone comes in with a dog?" "How would you help a parent find a book for their child if they don't remember the title?" "How would you respond to teenagers playing loud music?" I answered professionally and thoughtfully, and they asked me to come back for an interview. I was told to prepare a children's book storytime presentation with props, so I made a backdrop and little popsicle stick puppets for Tacky the Penguin, my favorite picture book from elementary school.

I had a lot of fun crafting everything and practicing my read-through with funny voices.

I colored in the final map, I just forgot to take a picture of it

Goodly, Lovely, Angel, Neatly, Perfect, and Tacky

"We're going on a penguin hunt, we'll mark em with a switch, then we'll sell em for a dollar and get rich, rich, rich!"

I absolutely bombed the interview. I was a nervous wreck, I kept stumbling over my words, I drew multiple complete blanks during their questions, and a lot of my answers trailed off into "well, yeah, you know what I mean..." Dumpster fire. 57 dead, 193 injured. I spent the next month dreading every single email I got because I was waiting to read the inevitable "unfortunately."

It was so much worse than that.

After enough time had passed I assumed they were simply going to ghost me, so I forgot about it and moved on, and then out of the blue they emailed me back with a form letter that began "dear sir or ma'am," which hurt a lot because I personally spoke to the hiring lady three times and all her other emails (including the form ones) had the courtesy to start with my name in all caps. They took the time to fill in the blank before, but not this time. Didn't even say "unfortunately," they were really blunt, "you were not chosen to move forward with the hiring process." Damn.

Well, I just moved back up to Gainesville and I saw that they county is still hiring for that same position at a different library that's closer to my apartment. I sent out a Hail Mary application thinking they'd reject me sight unseen, but they must have liked my cover letter because they want me to come back and take the test again. I don't remember every single question, but if it's anything like last year's I'll want to brush up on my English literature. I have to go in on Tuesday morning, so I have all weekend to study.

If I pass, they'll interview me again, and this time I hope they don't make me do another puppet show. My dad keeps making fun of me for it, like I just decided to bring puppets into it for no reason when they very specifically asked me to. It was one of the requirements. The word "puppets" was on the rubrick, but my dad acts like I'm mentally disabled, "dese are mah fwiends, dey gib me mowal suppowt, pwease n fank you!" Does he think I just choose to make puppets and bring them to job interviews for shits and giggles? Does he think I'm divorced from reality? Or is he just a heartless asshole who likes being cruel?

My old job paid me $15/hour for 31½ hours per week, $472.50 before taxes, around $420 take-home (88-89%). This library job offers $16.10 for a full 40 hours, $644.00 before taxes, around $570 net if they take out the same percentage. If I round down to 85% instead, I'd take home just shy of $550 per week, which is 131% of what I used to make. My rent is $600 per month, and my I qualify for $0 monthly payments on my student loans under the SAVE Plan, so I'd be flush with cash for once in my life and I'd have a job that doesn't make me want to kill myself!

This would be absolutely perfect! I really hope it works out this time. I know the gist of what they're going to ask me, so I'll be better prepared when it comes time to interview. Wish me luck.

#job interview #library specialist #library job #job application #wish me luck #hail mary #i hope this works

[goatwithaplan]

For the big ol' ask game, tell me about Mr. Raidou Kuzunoha the XIVth.

YES I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE Inside you there are 2 wolves one is 100% insane for gale the other is 100% for raidou You are @goatwithaplan

Favorite thing about them: There are too many things i don't think i can exactly decide. I gotta give it to the sideburns, like omg i can't belive such a tiny piece of desing made a character so iconic. Least favorite thing about them: How atlus handles the character, make him cameo in future games, but never port the games :/ Favorite line: " I AM SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI DEVIL SUMMONER RAIDOU KUZUNOHA " nah idk i cannot recall any from the manga sorry.

brOTP: I like him as Nagi old bro he probably takes really good care of her when he gets the chance OTP: I don't ship him with anyone he is like an ace king nOTP: All of them u-u Random headcanon: he buys his demons ice cream as a treat. Actually not only that he lets them eat it on the street and scare people by allowing there to be a floating ice cone Unpopular opinion: I don't think i have any sorry.

Song i associate with them: Big iron favorite picture of them:

#ask #raidou

[applbottmjeens]

Hello, shy anon here again, i forgot to ask you something, will you post more of you other ocs? I found their desings cool, wanted to know more about them (not refering just at the twins even if they are my personal favorite, i like the other too lol), not rushing you or anything, just curious, sorry if I sounded rude or uneducaded

Ah, also my cod oc name that I mentioned in the other mesage is Yulian (Julian) Makarov and he was born in 20/12/2002, and even tho I mentioned that the twis are like a splitting of his personality I still think they are pretty different because of some aspects, yet so simillar

Thats it, thanks for reading my ask, again sorry about any mistakes, english is not my firts lengage

You're pretty understandable to me, anon. Don't worry!

Other than the twins, I have Anna Pham and the other members of COD Aces- the Graves family. (2nd gen)

We have Jack, the eldest from Phillip's first marriage who was supposed to inherit the Shadow Company, Phillip Jr. who's the youngest born after his twin sister and is more soft, Graves' daughter Claire who would eventually become the lobbyist on behalf of SC and inherit her dad's manipulative tendencies, and finally,

Tommy. Formerly known as Sylas Graves, he eventually found out what his stepfather (whom he looked up to) did to his mom and became resentful, changing his name as soon as he turned 18. Joined the Marines but somehow ended up in the Shadow Company, and only stays to protect his brother Junior from his dad and from his older brother's insecurity about his position when Tommy is named heir.

The infighting of ACES comes to a head when Junior is captured by Konni and Anna disappears, with all siblings forced to work through their family bullshit to deal with the Zakhaev Twins and other threats that come their way.

I'm very impartial to Tommy. As for Anna's story, I'm always down to explain it, with most of it in my masterlist.

#ask appl #cod: aces #call of duty: ACES

[justmeiguess15]

Kingdom Hearts OCs Alert !

Just wanted to put it there for funsies ; in the KhUX app, you have 6 slots, so I wanted to let my imagination run wild. For each desing, I went with something that was pleasing to look at (at least for me) and gave each a Keyblade that reflect them but also that did NOT appear in the Keyblade War to give them a bit more uniqueness.

Fulgur from Anguis. I wanted to keep some name conventions that are in the saga so, as you guessed it, his name means thunder in Latin. Not gonna lie, I was heavily inspired by Ramses from the Prince of Egypt.

Kinda on the nose with this one but hey, why not another floral based name for a neighbor of Strelitzia, and she was the perfect excuse to replicate the style and physique of one of the first OC I came accross.

Ethel is probably my biggest "crack fantaisy" 'cause not only is she my type but I also created her to reference the Cinderella movie with Whitney Houston. Since I didn't want her to be named Stella 'cause it was too obvious, I gave her a name that is based on the greek godess of the stars Astrée.

My original personal Keykid that I had when the game was still playable and yes, I was Ursus because Aced is the best and the Back Cover Movie only proves my point further. That aside, I wanted to give him an old sounding european name like Lauriam and Elrena and so named him Wilhelm. But everyone calls him Billy.

And here is Théa, an hommage to a close someone. Like the Norse Gods name in Dark Road and like Ethel, Théa's name is based off a greek godess, in this case Athena.

What about the sixth slot you may ask ? Well, call me purist or crazy but I kept it for the original main character...

Player ! From Unicornis ! Yes, I wanted to keep the closest answer we had for a "canon" design and replicated the look he has in Xehanort's dream in the very begining of Dark Road.

I don't have much of backstories for these Keykids, except maybe two or three "Cracks" of mine, but maybe one day I'll go in more detail.

as a bonus, here is these guys in Disney worlds with an "adequate" costume to try and blend in.

and a bonus to the bonus :

Ooups...

#kingdom hearts #khux #khux player #kh ephemer #kh strelitzia #kh ocs #kh oc #disney worlds

[beanghostprincess]

I wanted to rant about this to someone and I have nobody to so pardon me, you can ignore this

I have a lo to say about oda's work as someone who work in cinema, in animation cinema at that.

I hate how he's such an incredible story teller and has one of the best world building that I've ever seen but he can't desing characters.

Like Nami, I love Nami, she's so well written (too well that nobody seems to understand her at all) only to be reduce to boobs.

The same can be said about evry female character sadly.

Also evil female characters, they also follow the same patter of being more on the weird side of his designs and it saddens me a bit that he can only make variations of characters when it comes to vilians that you're not supposed to be attracted to.

This can be said for the men too but this whole post ts art style is a debate I have with "is it commercialism and the death of art under capitalism or is it that Oda genualy can't desing proper characters?"

But then again, pre ts style is also not that much better. Speaking of professionalism a studio looks how unique your style is and oda's old way of drawing his characters specially Robin or Ace were interesting and gave him something really unique and special (and that's on the socially attractive ones)

Now I'm looking at Nami copy n°10982 while all the men are getting beefier but at least they have more interesting and different designs.

It's something that makes me mad and it's not even the whole "no women in op has organs" way more of the "this same face sindrom can't go on for much longer" because at the end of the day his female characters tell us nothing about them wich tend to lead to people not caring for them or just going with "big boos=great character" because something really important in character design is that your character is clear and can be read from the siluette and acting and that is something no woman in op that's marketed as attractive has.

Sorry for the rant, character design is part of my job and if I were to present desings like oda has for his girls I would get fired and that got me thinking

Hope you have a great day :D

I agree mostly with this, but I personally think a lot of the damage was done because of Toei. Like, obviously Oda's style suffers from a lack of diversity when it comes to women and their sexualization, but Toei makes it SO much worse. Like- Right now I'm reading early OP (because I had just watched the anime and then caught up with the manga from Wano) and it was so much better back then. It got considerably worse with time but-- Yeah, I see what you mean.

#early op my beloved you will forever be remembered #nostalgic and beautiful artstyle with not that much of diversity but at least nami looked better #one piece

[snnowy]

DOOOOOOODLES

Ver. Multifandom

I change Leshys desing

And Heket too

And Marye—

You don't know it, but I LOVE Altaïr

I've been playing AC for years and it barely happened lolol

Just replayed the first game and I couldn't help myself

Love u Masyaf's Eagle

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl fanart #cotl shamura #shamura #kallamar #cotl kallamar #cotl leshy #leshy #heket #cotl heket #ac1 #altaïr ibn la'ahad #Altaïr te amo #snnowy's art!

[teecupangel]

Okay, so other than a day early updates for Eagle of Alamut and The Shadow’s Endgame, I give you...

The "Happy Father's Day Smuts Special"!!!

A Lot of Fun and A Little Bit of Payback (The 'good dad' smut with Edward - DesEd, part of my Desmond Should Top... As A Treat agenda this year)

Obligations (The 'bad dad' smut with the worst dad in AC, read at your own peril, and also part of The Continuous Pleasurable Suffering of Desmond Miles smut 'drabble' fic)

This Isn’t What Juno Meant When She Said Desmond Would Rebuild Mankind (Maybe) (The 'I was bound to write MPreg sooner or later' smut with AltDes/EziDes/ConDes and also technically part of the Making Desmond Suffer Using Bleeding Effect Sex series. Shoutout to @fanworldbuildingfun since this is inspired by our talk in one of the comment threads in AO3 last year.)

#fic update #my 'desmond should top... as a treat' agenda is going strong this year it seems #ac fic series: the pleasurable suffering of desmond miles #ac fic: shadow's endgame #ac fic: eagle of alamut #altdes #ezides #condes #eddes #billdes #tag i never expected to use #but here we are

[kabra-malvada]

Hello world! I present to ya my child:

ROSS the SUPERSTAR CAFÉ host!

Some facts:

8'5 (tall as ro be able to oversee all tables)

Electronic faceplate

All articulations move 360°

Uses Heelee's to move faster between tables and orders (their body will freeze if a possible accident may happen)

They/them, Panromantic and ace :)

FazCo's new gimmik atempt

4 arms to carry orders

Knows up to 12 different languages (including different sign languages)

Really chatty, too chatty sometimes.

Their customer service protocols fail a lot but they're able to pretend they don't (requires a lot of self restrain to not scream at rude clients)

Can only be paid in Faztokens that they use to play on the arcade machines at night

Some time ago they found a Nintendo DS and some games in lost and found, they refused to turn it in.

Has acces to the internet so they have unlimited acces to all kind of recipes

Neat freak. (They actively hunt down rats/roaches they might find just to make sure they're dealt with)

Knows some magic tricks to amuse customers

Really well coordinated (cannot afford to spill anything hot on clients)

At the edge of a mental breakdown constantly, as they're a really new addition to the plex they are constantly being supervised. So just one little slip up and they'll more likely be decomisioned. As at the moment they can be easily replaced.

Has so much envy of the Glamrocks, as they feel they have everything handed to them on a silver plate. But they're civil to them.

Has a fascination for humans as they're their only source of validation (sad). But despise rude customers. Specially when refered as an 'it'.

And that's all I got figured out as of now. Really liked how their desing turned out.

I saw a lot of posts of fnaf ocs and I said 'oh this is my time to realise my child into the world!'

#fnafsb #fan art #fnaf oc #five nights at freddy’s security breach #ross

[wolfontheloose]

Might Leave One Day, But...

…🄸🄽 🅂🄷🄾🅁🅃… With Marsden no longer feeling sick, Ryden packs up his bags to move out. However, this is not what either of them really wants…

tw: auditory hallucinations, usfw, sexual content

With the return of his energy, Mars was eager and excited to do literally anything. He hadn't been able to exercise the way he wanted or move his body the way he wanted which for him, who had been accustomed to training in some way shape or form since childhood, had been a very drastic change of pace so when he had the first opportunity to go out and go for an actual run to stretch his limbs, he had taken it and was just now returning with sweat dripping from the sides of his neck and his chest still heaving. He entered the apartment and made a beeline for the kitchen, feeling like he wanted something sweet now, airpods in his ears as he hummed along to some song because the voices were still there and it was easier to drown them out with something louder, "Hey, babe, how long dese Red Vines been here fer?" Marsden would call out loudly, peering into the pantry door, already taking the package of red licorice candy out and ripping open the wrapping to stick one end of the sweet treat between his teeth. It felt hard, like it had been there for a while but he gnawed on it anyway, now taking one airpod out of his ear as he looked around to locate Ryden. Maybe he was in the bedroom.

Marsden was home, he'd heard his steps long before they were even close to the apartment door, the familiar and unique rhythm of his walk. With his senses back on a supernatural level, intruding sounds from a distance away, behind walls or meant to be quiet got amplified and filtered through to alert the werewolf of both things he did and did not want to notice. It was easy to fall back into handling that particular ability, after all he'd had six years now to learn how to manage it. A few months without it didn't make him unlearn it all. It just came with a very brief adjustment period. "Uhhh, didn't know we had Red Vines." He answered, voice coming from the bathroom as he picked through the cabinet over the sink, dumping his products into a backpack. Maria Elena was sitting in the sink, attempting to slurp on a cup of yummy yoghurt with her big girl spoon, shirt off so no matter how much she got it all over herself, Ry just planned to wash it off. It had been warm lately and AC did run often, but was also turned off often, so it didn't give the little girl the chills. In the bedroom, Ryden's duffle bag was at the foot of the bed, already overflowing with all of Ryden's clothes he'd moved to Mars' place for the time being.

"Yeh, tastes stale," he said around the hard stick of licorice, tongue rolling around it and saliva pooling in his mouth in an attempt to soften it up to no avail but he'd committed to at least this stick of licorice and wasn't going to spit it out just yet, at least, that was his thought process until he entered the bedroom and saw a packed duffel bag at the foot of the bed. Every inch of him chilled and froze in place. His heart rate quickened to a bruising pace as if he had started sprinting again without moving a muscle and the contrast of sensations made him winded and light headed, suddenly the room began to spin and he was dizzy again, had to reach an arm out to brace himself on the door frame. His thoughts immediately went to the worst case scenario but he tried, forced himself to think otherwise. That couldn't possibly be the case. Mars stepped forward, his actions felt light, not his own, suddenly he was already in front of the duffel bag and reaching inside of it, pulling out a shirt that was Ry's then another shirt, then another, then another, then a pair of pants, then a roll of socks, silently and mechanically removing one article of clothing and then another until his vision started to cloud with the intensity of what he was feeling and the duffel bag was empty and everything was either on the bed or the floor and the licorice straw between his teeth had been gnawed into nothing and his mouth filled with its bitter sweetness. Oh, how he hated Red Vines.

Ryden grimaced over a grin, imagining the stale taste of Red Vines as Mars said it. Backpack all packed up and a spot in Mars' sink cabinet now empty, Ryden zipped everything up then checked on Maria Elena, who was now just poking an empty yoghurt cup with her spoon. "Such a small girl and such a big damn mess…" He grumbled affectionately, taking the items away from her and sitting her on the edge of the sink so he could wash her face and bits of yoghurt out of fluffy baby hair and off her hands. All wrapped up in her fluffy little bathrobe, he gave her a few tosses into the air much to her squealing delight then exited the bathroom with the babbling toddler perching on his forearm, talking to the chainlock necklace around his neck which she'd tugged on, trying to trace the engraved letter M on it with her tiny finger. She had to part with it though when he'd lowered her into her play pen in the living room, though she did not make much of a fuss about it. There was a brand new kitchen playset in there for her to explore, something she was infinitely fascinated with because it was all hers and unlike all the times Ryden spent with her in his arm or the high chair while he cooked and cleaned, this was a kitchen she could actually touch everything in. Leaving her to it, Ryden put the TV on too just for good measure, in case she decided fake cooking was no longer as interesting as it was a second ago. Casually moving into the bedroom and nowhere near assuming what he'd find there, he noticed Mars on the floor and his duffle bag fully unpacked, not thinking much of it. In all his stupidity, he was pretty certain this was something expected of him and only a matter of day when he would do it. Best do it before Marsden popped the casual question of 'soooo, when are you moving back to your place?' Ryden would not be able to stand hearing it let alone answering it. So he answered before it was even asked. "Pfff, what, ya re-packin' me proper? It don't matter if it gits wrinkled, who cares." He snorted, slightly amused and bitter about his assumption. So nice of Mars to want to fold his clothes well. This was exactly why he should leave now. Marsden had better shit to do than pack his clothes for him. He had a lot of better things to do than manage another grown man being constantly around him, making him feel like he owed him acts of service in return. In a not exactly great mood with these thoughts, Ryden moved to a night stand, pulling the drawers out to check for any miscellaneous things he might've forgotten.

Mars didn't turn around to look at Ryden when he heard his voice from behind him, he only stared bitterly at the now empty duffel bag and the pile of clothes that surrounded him and once the figure of the werewolf man came into his line of sight and he saw with his own eyes as the man dared to open up the bedside drawer and start pulling it open in search of more things to pack up and away something in him snapped. "Da fuck d'ya think yer doin'?" Chicagoan accent coming out thick and strong with the severity of his emotions.

For some reason it felt like he'd struck him with a hot poker with that unexpected tone and Ryden startled, whipping around to direct a stupid, deer in the headlights look at Mars after he spoke up. "Why ya yellin' at me?" He asked, although there was no raise in volume in Mars' voice.

"Cuz, ya bein' a fuckin' jagoff," Mars grabbed a wad of socks in his fist with accusation as if the socks were the source of all his upset, "Da fuck is dis shit? Why I come home an' all yer shit in a fuckin' bag? Whadder'ya doin'? Whadder'ya fuckin' doin'? Ya fuckin leavin' me, 'er what?" Somehow saying it out loud like that made it all seem too real and the hot anger in his voice fizzled out immediately like a firecracker that had expended all its spark and all that was left was the dull ash of a lonely sparkler on the sidewalk, "Ya leavin' me?" He started to cry. Tears hot and large poured out from his eyes at the thought, it didn't make sense, he couldn't make sense of it. "I do somethin'?" He hiccuped out between a wave of tears, the fisted ball of socks was used to push against his face to try and dry the tears or hide them, he wasn't doing a good job of either, more just pushing the soft cotton socks against his face instead of doing anything about it because how could he manage to do anything at all right now. He was getting dumped, he was sure of it, it was the only explanation.

As he grabbed the wad of rolled up socks, Ryden was sure it would get tossed at him in anger and he ducked, raising an arm to shield his face like Mars was threatening him with a brick. But impact never came and the wolf peeked over the bend of his arms at the flurry of angry questions, a mix of confusion and outrage clear on his face. "Who the fuck's leavin' who, the bloody hell ya yappin' 'bout mate??!" His tone rose, quite unintentionally without him even noticing, disgusting feeling of panic creeping into the very marrow of his bones as this seemed to ambush him into the middle of a fight Ryden so totally failed to foresee. It was happening so fast. From a crappy mood and trying not to let it show, to utter surprise and shock and then anger, which he was comfortably familiar with unlike with anything else and then finally, tears. Why tears? Where did the waterworks come from? What did he do?! The panic grew to crippling proportions and Ryden felt himself get stuck in place, glitching like bug in a game, an NPC trying to walk through an invisible wall, an error in the graphics. "Moonbeam. Ya didn't do nothin'. Was jus' gunna go back t'my place. Ya ain't sick no more. Ya don't need me muckin' about 'ere. I ain't leavin' ya. I'm jus' gettin' outta yer way now that ya don't need me helpin' out 'round the house no more." He managed, voice still raised, tongue tripping over thick accent thickening even more with his upset and puzzlement.

"Who'n'da hell told ya ta go'n do dat?" Mars cried back, his voice now risen from his own emotional outpouring and matching the volume directed at him. With the wad of crumpled socks in his fist, some wet with tears and some not, he did end up chucking them across the room toward where Ryden stood, "Better'n start puttin' dat shit back where ya fuckin' found it den 'er I'm gonna get pissed!" As if he wasn't already, anger rising again quickly then dipping back down dramatically as his shoulders shook with another sobbing hiccup. Now without the socks to dry his tears his hands fell and grabbed the next article of clothing which was a pair of jeans and despite the coarse fabric he rubbed it over his damp cheeks until they were red.

Just when he'd lowered his guard down, the socks ended up being thrown at him after all, some a hit and some a miss, Ryden raising his arm again in a poor attempt to shield himself even though a ball of rabric would do him no harm. Anyone else could throw literal stones at him and it would somehow hurt less if they hit. How was he supposed to defend against this attack? He didn't want to do all the usual stuff he'd do if this were anyone else in the world besides Mars, his mum or Maria Elena. He didn't want to yell, he didn't wanna get mean but any anger on Mars' part directed at him hit him like an arrow to his heel. "Don't yell at me!" He only succeeded at desperately crying that out, standing there barefoot among all the scattered, tear-wet socks. "I'll put it back! Fuck!"

"Fine!" Was the yelled back reply to Ryden's yelled out request to not be yelled at, one final raising of volume quite unintended before he could start to simmer like a teapot come to boil that had to release its angry loud whistling steam which demanded immediate attention before finally the flame was lowered and the water could begin to settle. The anger and upset was gone but the relief hadn't hit yet so he continued to cry into the jeans in his hands, mumbling in discordant speech, "I thought you was leavin' me," Mars cried, face completely buried, "I don't wan'ya ta leave me," vowels elongated in a low whine.

Finally he was given some relief, a chance to have a moment to take a breather and regroup, suddenly feeling so light headed. Words, opinions and any amount of anger from any other person had never really struck him as hard as it did right now and Ryden felt himself reeling. He was never afraid of a conflict. Now he felt like he had a scare of a lifetime. "The fuck would I wanna leave ya, yer the best thing that happened t'me! What the actual fuck, where didya git dat from?" With anger no longer directed at him after that final, explosive 'fine', Ry's tone also dwindled, now just breathy. He stepped aside and plopped heavily onto the edge of the bed, blankly staring through the wall. A whole day of working out on the toughest machines at the gym would not have left him feeling this drained.

At the question of where he got that idea from Mars could only respond by raising up the jeans he'd been crying into and then the now empty duffel bag. "Shit was all packed up, baby, da fuck am I supposed ta think? Ya didn’t even say nothin', didn't even gimme a chance ta fix it, was just leavin'."

"Well I was jus' returnin' my stuff to my apartment, that's where I live, ya didn't ask me t'be 'ere, I jus' moved meself in, you was gunna ask me t'leave eventually cuz this is yer place." He pointed at the items Mars raised, blurting sentences out in one single breath quick to defend his case.

Mars' features scrunched up with his confusion and could bear no more the distance between them so crawled quite pathetically until he was on his knees in front of where Ryden sat and leaned his tear stricken face against the side of the other man's leg, "Yer an idiot. Ya think I want ya to go?" His hand held behind one leg at the crook of the knee, "Stay with me. It ain't my place, baby, it's our place."

The expression that distorted Ryden's face could only be described as that of a petulant child, now sulking after a tantrum he didn't even really get to have. A hand reached down and touched the nape of Mars neck, a beautiful place he often thought about, finger pads pressing into the tense tendon beneath skin, rubbing soothing circles into it. "Yeah?" He muttered out through pouting lips, still unsure where he was at - still angry? Defensive? Relieved? Still confused? He didn't know. Processing - that might be most appropriate, yeah. "C'mon up, jerkface." He pulled at the man kneeling at his feet, urging him to crawl up where he belonged - into his arms.

"'m not a jerkface," was the mumbled reply from the siren, his tone adopting its own petulance and pout at being so wrongly accused and poorly treated, sniffling pathetically as he was pulled upwards, which he did so and situated his limbs, however long and gangly they were so that he was sat on Ryden's lap with his legs curled around the other man's waist and his arms around his middle. His lips he pressed against the front of the werewolf's shoulder -- the shoulder which was his own -- and so his voice continued to sound muffled when he asserted pitifully, "Yer da jerkface," but despite the pitiful feeling that hung heavily in his chest he clung to the other man with resolute firmness, he did not want to be parted from him for any reason and let the quiet and calming comfort of his rising breath and warm body seep into him. "'m sorry I yelled," Marsden mumbled, turning his head slightly so that his lips now pressed against the side of the column of Ryden's neck where the chain of a matching lock necklace rested, "an' 'm sorry I threw… dem socks at ya."

"Okay, I am." The werewolf relented, helping the siren settle himself as best as he could fold his long limbs around and fit onto Ryden's lap and arms which wrapped around his waist. He let silence settle too, allowing them both to recover their composure or at least whatever was left of it. "Why'd ya yell, baby?" Ryden asked after Mars made his apologies, although he had his suspicions why. After all, although shocked by it, he still was perfectly able to gauge out why this surprise conflict happened in the first place. "I don't mind any o'that but we don't need t'be mad at each other, do we? We can jus' say shit we wanna. We'll hear each other out, yea?" He insisted, angling his head so he could deliver a kiss atop Mars' forehead.

Mars blinked slowly as lips delivered a sweet kiss to the top of his forehead, gaze straining to look upwards at the underside of the werewolf's chin first before he dropped his gaze down to the chainlock necklace adorning Ryden's neck, the siren reached his fingers up to trace along the line of interlocking chains that rested over inked up skin until he'd reached the lowest point of the chain where the lock hung next to his favorite spot, the red ink of the lotus blossom tattoo welcoming the touch of his index finger. "'m not mad… I got… scared," his tongue pressed against the spot inside his lower lip where his piercing once lived, a habit that remained even though the piercing did not, "I came home an' all yer stuff was packed like you was leavin' me… thought ya didn't want me anymore…" he hooked his finger around the silver arch of the lock, fingernail clicking against the hard metal, "Told ya all dis stuff dats hard t'hear an' thought mebbe ya decided ya didn't wanna deal. Ya didn't sign up fer dis…" he got a bit quieter when he said, "Happened before."

"When did I ever tell ya sumtin' that ain't for sure?" Ryden's voice might've come out a bit too firm but he wasn't sorry for it - apparently it was needed to be pointed out. "If I couldn't deal, I woulda told ya, like, ages ago." A fact, and it was spoken like one. "Who d'ya think I am, mmm? A clown? A joke? That wife o'yers? Fuck you. Ya didn't even ask me t'stay, ya jus' left me t'do wha'ever I want. Ya can't leave me t'do wha'ever I want, ya gotta tell me what you want too. How'd I know if ya don't tell me?" He shifted the siren in his arms in an attempt to pull him even closer, tighter, so tight that even air wouldn't sit between them but there was already hardly any room left. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the silver stud in it clinking against teeth, a sound of mild annoyance. "Scared… Pff. Like ya ever need t'be scared with me around. Happened b'fore my ass, I did not happen to ya b'fore. " He scoffed, as if truly insulted by all this, mumbling against the spot on Mars' forehead he was kissing repeatedly between sentences.

As the arms around him grew tighter and the space between them incrementially smaller so that the air was being comfortably and affectionately squeezed out of his lungs, Mars couldn't help it when his deep pout and tear stricken face broke into a contorted grin paired with a low giggle as kisses continued to be rained down upon him. "'m sorry," Mars let out again, one hand squished between them while the other rested outside of a solid bicep and squeezed with his own feeble sort of firmness, trying to maintain as much contact with the other as possible and no way wanting any separation from this embrace. "'m sayin' it now," he nuzzled his head against the werewolf's chin, "Move in with me, baby. Only thing I want ya packin' is the rest of yer stuff to bring it back here. I like havin' ya here, I wanna live with ya, I love ya, wanna spend every day wakin' up to ya an' sayin' goodnight to ya an' just bein' with ya. Yer my favorite starshine, my best mans, my bright star, my sticky toffee puddin', my darling lotus blossom."

"Yea, ya better be sorry, ya tossed a sock at me. Treatin' me like I'm sum kinna potato person, pshh." Ryden continued to vent and nag playfully, now rubbing the smoothly shaven cheek against the forehead he'd been kissing, the sound of Marsden's giggle infectious to him and brought out his own grin to the surface. He fell quiet to hear Marsden 'say it now', as the siren put it, paying close attention to the words because they were finally coming, long awaited. He was finally invited to stay, finally showered by reassuring words aloud which expressed that he was needed in the same space as Mars, not for a while, not presently, but from now on, every day and night. And as he sunbathed in the shine of those words which were more than enough to store him stock-full of happiness for a lifetime, a sneaky little phrase found its way in, slyly, hidden among other words yet there, so very there. Ryden's grin shrunk until it turned into lips slightly parted and it seemed to him like all the muscles in his body tensed. He leaned slowly away, tucking his chin in so he could look down at Mars, scout his face and lock their eyes, likely looking like Marsden was some weird object he'd picked up, thinking it was something else. He asked for one thing and had gotten an extra special bonus of ultimate rarity, a golden ticket, a once-in-a-lifetime collectable. He stared at Mars like that for what felt like an infinity and then some, interrupted only by involuntary blinks of grey eyes. A hand slipped off the waist he held propped up against him and pinched Marsden's chin instead, to position the siren's face into full view. The look he was now giving the siren was less of a comical surprise and more a seriousness. Love. That was for sure what he'd heard. Love. It betrayed years of safe loneliness, ages of wandering, a world of loss and grief and disappointment. It betrayed it to light Ryden felt too dark and grim and unworthy to bask in. It left him so exposed and raw that his core trembled and shied away from it like naked skin against snow. It burned and froze him all over at the same time and all he wanted was to hear it again. If he said it too, maybe he'll hear it again. "I…"

Marsden hadn't even realized what he'd said until silence fell between the two and fingers pinched at his chin to direct undivided attention onto the other, not like the attention was divided in the first place but just in case the siren dared make an attempt to divert away, he could not now because rain fell through a silver mist and he realized what he'd said. It had slipped out, quite unknowingly and entirely natural because that's what it was, this feeling that he'd housed deep inside of his chest that lingered there between his shoulder blades and was the reason the ocean in his eyes mirrored an erupting galaxy of exploding stars whenever he looked at the embodiment of everything he wanted in front of him. He found himself without breath now for an entirely different reason. It was not squeezed out from his lungs from an iron locking embrace he wanted no escape from, it was held by himself behind the prison of his teeth and the cage of his chest, waiting, waiting, for the drop of the other shoe or salvation. There was one syllable, one small vowel and Marsden hung onto it like it was a plank of wood and there was nothing around him but a dark and treacherous sea.

He saw the dawn of realization in Marsden, the undeniable enlightenment and awareness of what he'd just said, this life-changing, accidental but nonetheless true confession. It fed, fueled and powered up a smile, a slowly creeping but eventually wide smile delving deep into the dimples in Ryden's cheeks, showing bare white teeth and a glint of wicked excitement blasting off like a shooting star hand in hand with the most innocent joy an outcast and a sinner like him could ever feel. Thumb moved to slide over Mars' bottom lip, pressing into its softness then blocked it entirely to shush any idea of further words that might interrupt this moment. He leaned in again, no air, no air between, and his mouth found the curve of an earlobe, moving against it with the softest of touches, his breath a whisper. "Love ya, love ya too."

A breath of relief, a shuddering sigh of exaltation released when the same was said to him in return, a mutual exchange of hearts born open and a promise, unspoken but there between them as all honest admissions came with such; a promise of tender care and devotion, to do no harm to something precious. A quiet, "Yeah?" As the edges of his mouth turned upwards and split across his features so broadly and wide that his cheeks already began to ache. The siren nuzzled the side of his face against that of the werewolf's, cheek against angular cheek he pushed, urging to bring the other's face back into his line of sight and once the two could be face to face once more the siren released it all, everything he'd been holding back, everything that had been locked away for safe keeping in his chest, an explosion of infinities, a shout into oblivion, "I love ya," lips rained down a showering of adoration, soft trailing kisses to every intimate place on the werewolf's features, not leaving a single stretch of skin untouched by him and no spaces left between them, "I love ya endlessly. You will never be unloved by me, my starshine, my beloved, I love you," each tender kiss a promise binding, "Constantly," his nose pressed gently against the side of the other man's cheek as his lips sought a connection to the lips that could make him fly. Sirens could not normally fly, but Marden could, whenever he kissed Ry it sent his soul alight and he soared straight into the supernova of steel cut eyes. He never wanted to land.

He felt the quiet question against the pad of his thumb where it rested over Mars' lips and he ran it over their line, skin too rough to feel the small indent of a missing piercing but knowing it was there, dearly missed for he often wished to kiss it and now could only cherish the spot left behind. He'd probably been caught staring countless times at it before, wondering if the one in his tongue against the metal ring would cause an electric spark so strong that he would forget everything but Marsden's name. He looked back at him when prompted and almost instantly got attacked by a shower of kisses and words so sweet he didn't know what to do with them. All he could do was cling to the man in his lap for dear life and kiss back, despite the head-splitting grin that wanted to cut his head in half. A muffled sound puffed out against Mars' mouth, likely an attempted laugh of nerves, joy and jitters. He did not waste time to make the kiss deep, as profound as what had just happened, Ryden's tongue on a soul-searching quest to find that secret place within Marsden where he kept all these feelings in from him all this time. Those sneaky, beautiful feelings that now, once revealed, rendered him the dumbest, happiest, most nervous and infinitely in love person in the entire universe. How else could he ever return all this? He wasn't eloquent, he wasn't well-read, he didn't know how to put everything this man was to him into beautiful words. But he could put it into a kiss.

The deepened kiss was met with openness, full with vulnerability. It felt different now and familiar all the same, sparking jolts of intensities so distinct and note-worthy the siren felt he might combust the moment they broke for air and the oxygen in his lungs replaced with ambient room instead of the warmth from the werewolf’s mouth. It was a first kiss all over again, the kind of first kiss that left one breathless and heady and giddy all at once, excited at the promise of the future and deeply wanting more. Marsden felt his hands begin to travel again, a journey of exploration over the werewolf’s solid figure, well traveled planes of a body he’d grown to love from friendship to more and tugged now at the hemline of a shirt that hugged the sides of the other man’s body like a comfortable embrace, “Off,” insistent and exhaled was the simple demand. “I wonder by my troth, what thou an’ I did, till we loved?” A question posed that he gave no room for answer for he was now insisting on the removal of other garments as well, “If our two loves be one,” he sighed against the werewolf’s lips, “or thou an’ I love so alike, that none do slacken, an’ none can die.” For all good and true proclamations of love needed to be treated with the appropriate reverence of devotion and there was at least one good way to devote such affection..

Like a man surrendering, Ryden lifted his arms up to let Mars take the shirt off and expose the inked body beneath, skin yearning for direct touch, already burning up with a buildup of heat the deep kiss had fueled. And then came sweet words, the siren knowing very well what poetry did to the wolf who was so unused to rhyming eloquence spoken to him with passion and affection. Only Marsden ever thought that he was worthy of poetry and that both melted and tensed Ryden, never able to decide whether he wanted to sit in rapt attention for more or dissolve in the siren’s embrace, utterly disarmed and under his voice’s influence. Getting anything else off would require Marsden to get off Ryden’s lap and to fulfill this demand, strong hands wrapped around the narrow waist and transferred the siren onto the mattress, mayhaps a bit roughly, an easy toss of the slimmer man’s weight. He quickly followed and there, they could undo the remaining of each other’s clothing like Marsden’s words had undone everything in Ryden, leaving him bare, exposed and loved. And by stars above, wasn’t that just the most exhilarating feeling ever.

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[nothingbizzare]

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Hope u are up for some street/goth punk Mista !

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Thanks for AC/DS and Sex pistols as inspo for this outfit ! I wanted to still maintain some aspects of his original DESING still making it look a bit more Punk

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Hello! Happy June! It's Pride and I have another question (5/30)

In the very first ask, I talked about the original Rainbow Pride Flag (designed by Gilbert Baker), but today let's talk about some other ones (sexuality/romantic orientation today, gender tomorrow):

Aromantic: The Aromantic Pride flag consists of 5 horizontal stripes. [Top->Bottom: Green, Light Green (aromanticism/aro-spec), White (non-romantic forms of love), Grey, and Black (the sexuality spectrum)] The flag was designed in 2014 by Cameron Whimsy (cameronwhimsy on tumblr).

Asexuality: The Asexual Pride flag consists of 4 horizontal stripes. [Black (Asexuality), Grey (Grey-Ace + Demisexual), White (Allies<- this has been debated/ talked about being changed), and Purple (Community)] The flag was created by an Asexual Visibility and Education Network user standup in 2010, as part of a community drive to created on.

Bisexuality: The Bisexual Pride flag consists of 1 broad stripe, 1 thin stripe and another broad stripe. [Pink (Sexual attraction to the same sex), Purple (the overlap colour representing sexual attraction to both sexes), and Blue (Sexual attraction to the opposite sex)] The flag was designed by Michael Page and introduced on December 5 1998. There is also a symbol of a blue and pink overlapping triangle that can be used to represent bisexual pride.

Lesbian: There is no one accepted Lesbian Pide flag, however the currently most used one is a 5 striped variation of the 7 striped Orange-Pink lesbian flag. (The 7 striped flag was created by tumblrina Emily Gwen in 2018. [Dark Orange (Gender non-conformity), Orange (independence), Light Orange (Community), White (Unique relationships to womanhood), Pink (Serenity and Peace), Dusty Pink (Love and Sex), and Dark Rose (Femininity)]

Pansexuality: The Pansexual pride flag consists of 3 horizontal stripes. [Pink (Attraction to women), Yellow (Attraction to non-binary genders/other genders), and Blue (Attraction to men)]. This flag was introduced in October 2010, again by another tumblr blig ("Pansexual Pride Flag").

Polyamory: Originally this flag was desing by Jim Evans in 1995, and it consisted of 3 horizontal stripes of Blue, Red, and Black with a gold Pi sign in the middle. However, this ended up being more confusing than anything else, and so a committee came together to vote on a new flag. The new flag was designed by Red Howell in 2022, and it consists of 3 horizonal stripes of Blue, Pink and Purple, with an off-centre White chevron on the left and a Gold Heart in the chevron.

Progress Pride Flag: The Progress Pride Flage evolved from the Philadelphia Pride Flag, and was created by Daniel Quasar (xe/xyr) in 2018. It consists of the traditional pride flag as the background, with a triangluar stripes of white/pink/blue (for thr trans community) and brown (people of colour and their contribution to the movement) and black (previous and a nod to the thousands of individuals were lost to the AIDs crisis. [There is also a variation of this flag which includes a triangle with the Intersex Pride flag addition and this was created by Valentino Vecchietti in 2021] [There was/is a little controversy with the Progress flag as Daniel Quasar did decide to copyright it]

Queer: The Queer Pride flag consists of 9 horizontal stripes. [Black, Light Blue, Blue, Green, White, Yellow, Pink, Dusty Pink, Black](The pink and blue shades represent same-gender attraction, orang and green stand for non-binary and gender non-conforming individuals and the balck and white stripes symbolise the asexual/aroamntic/agender community. It was created in 2015.

And so my question today (and yes it is late, I moved and vastly underestimated how many clothes I own, whoops), if you could design a flag to describe everything that makes you feel proud, what colours do you think would work best? (you can give as much or as little detail as you want, give an actual design or just list colours, or whatever, this is completely open ended and up to you)( i know it would probably take thought for people, so like don't feel pressure to answer instantly or whatever, take however long you need to be satisfied)

Happy Pride 🌈 🎉

the zigzag pattern represents my non-binary and asexual identity which are the most important to me, and the flag in the background is the muted version of the Omnisexual flag, which is my romantic orientation