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tamayakii · 5 months

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Fathers Love

notes: honestly i went in so hard without a plan this kinda fell through so I'm so sorry if it sucked, i wrote this in like, an hour with no beta reader or breaks. Sorry homies, this is all u get until i get more inspo <3 tags: @inuyasha330 warnings: angst, daddy daughter angsty, the way i was tempted to make this emotionally incesty but i DIDNT- thank me for that. anyways, dives over the pier.

The atmosphere felt thick around you, sitting in an unfamiliar environment. Your only comfort was your older brother but even then he felt distant, you saw the stars of the galaxy and more; you saw things that amazed you.

“So this is what I missed out on?” whispering to him, when you had gotten your powers he had offered you a trip through the stars but you had rejected it; terrified of the powers granted to you through your DNA.

Days before the incident in Chicago, your father had forced you to get a superhero suit when he found out that you too were blessed with the viltrumite powers, promising that he too would train you as he did Mark but; that no matter what you were still his little girl.

You were always his little girl, when you came into this world Nolan had shed the first tears he ever would shed; he was so fearsomely protective of you. Never letting you go out alone, finally seeing the purpose of the backpack leashes marketed towards parents, always always kept you close to him. Growing up he was your hero, he was your everything.

Now the suit feels uncomfortably tight with the memory of his words when he saw it on you for the first time, “just like me” he said, back then it was a compliment but now it was your fear.

“Yeah.. it’s amazing. Isn’t it?” Mark replied in turn, looking at you. There’s a pause before he puts his hand on your shoulder, “it’s gonna be okay.” he answers, you want to believe him. You wanted to but your gut told you otherwise but you stifled it. “I hope so.”

The rest of the flight passed by quickly, with sleeping and eating orange-coloured goo there wasn’t much else to do besides daydream. After a while; all the stars looked the same, passing you by like blurs.

You wondered about where your father went, leaving Chicago a mess, beating your brother to near death- Leaving the world without a word to you or your mother. How many stars away was he? You were left no time to wonder before Nuolzot announced your arrival, waking your brother up.

The skies were pink turning into blue, and purple buildings and large arches decorated the sandy planet. The spaceship hummed as it slowly landed, a horde of blue bug people awaited your arrival.

Cautiously you followed Mark, so close that you were practically his shadow. While he stared in wonderment, you looked for the meteor showers that were supposedly destroying the planet, but there was no sign of them. Only clear skies, no orange fiery balls of death. You held onto Mark's forearm, your gut twisting as Nuolzot took you further from the ship.

“Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” Mark questions, you let out a small breath. So he noticed too, you stared at the alien from behind Mark. Face twisting when he answers, forgetting about his own planet's demise that he had cried out about in your backyard before finding your brother at college.

Mark stopped, “The ones that kill billions?” He questions slowly. Stepping in a way that covered you from Nuolzot, as if he was gonna attack as an answer to Mark. But only to leave you two in confusion about his answer,

“The Monarch will explain all.” You begin to wonder who the Monarch was, what it was. Was there no one else to help this planet? Why come all this way when there must be nearby planets that could help?

“Your Majesty!!” The alien calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts, “May I present, Invincible and His sibling, Of Earth!” You and Mark stammer before bowing, figuring it was the most respectful thing to do.

“Hello, Kids.” Shock runs through you like a viper, making your heart drop and your limbs go numb. “It’s been a while.” Your bottom lip quivers and you look up- Dad. There he is, tears fill your lash line as you rack your head for answers,

“Dad?” Marks voice sounds like the wind, moving farther away. Your brows further, shaking your head as you watch Mark approach him. Memories of childhood and happiness flood through you like a dam broken, the love for your father washes over you before something else hits you. Anger, Despair, Sadness.

It was like looking the devil in the eye, the same one that had killed thousands. Your fists clench as you step back, lowering your head as you gaze at him through your eyelashes. Body quivering with the amount of power it takes to not scream at him, to hit him, to ask him why he ruined everything.

And Mark hugs him. He fucking hugs him. It’s like a knife in your heart, biting your lip so hard you taste the iron in your blood. The longer their embrace goes, the longer your heart squeezes. Emotions wrap around you like an old friend amidst the eye of a hurricane, words become distant as you remember all of the pain he put you through, put your mother. Your brother.

You’re brought back to reality when Marks hand touches your shoulder, Nolans eyes catching yours making you flinch from his gaze. “Guess they don’t know you like we do… Fuck you.” Thats the last word your brother says before he takes off, for a few seconds you look back at him. The man that is your father, he goes to reach out; mouth opening and you take off just like Mark. Catching up to him, tears being blown away by the harsh oncoming wind.

But despite all that, he catches up to you; “you’ll never make it home on your own!” You speed up, leaving Mark and Nolan behind. You wanted your silence to hurt him, to cut him deeper than he cut you but it wasn’t possible because he made a hole in your heart.

Mark catches back up to you and Nolan follows again, bargaining with Mark. Promising a ship back home, that Nuolzot wasn’t lying. That they do need help. You let out a yell of frustration; can’t they leave you alone? If you had to fly back to earth on your own you will.

You keep flying, even when Mark doesn’t follow anymore. You keep going until you feel your body adjust to the lack of oxygen, till your tears float in the endless void of space.

“Wait! Wait up!” You stop at your brother's voice, lips quivering. “Please. Wait.”

“Look.. just five minutes-” He bargains “What?! No! Absolutely not! I- No! Are you insane?!” You push him away, but he floats back, angering you more. He grabs your forearms,

“Just five minutes is all. Is there is actual trouble; then we’ll help them out. If not, we can leave. It’s just five minutes.” Mark explains, his dark eyes are wide and begging.

“..fine. But i’m not saying anything to him.” Mark nodded, before pressing his forehead against yours. “That’s okay,” he answers gently before flying with you beside him.

“Five minutes.” Mark orders, Nolan looks at you but you don’t look at him,

“don’t you wanna say anything to me?” Nolan asks- arms out in defeat. He expected this, expected hatred, expected yelling or anything. Anything but silence. He hated silence. Especially from his little girl, that hurt him the most. Both you and Mark flew down to the civilization in response, following Nolan through the building. Mark and him made small talk- more like argued.

You spaced out, trying to bide back the pain that holds you tight, you look up to see another bug alien approach your father and kiss him. Your mouth flies open; Words are exchanged but they’re tuned out.

Seconds feel like hours, Nolan walks to a crib and realisation hits you hard. You feel sick, he made a new family. You’ve been replaced. You’re not his little girl anymore, you were nothing to him. Bile rises through your throat,

“I’m gonna be sick” You shout, turning and sprinting out the door to barf into a potted plant, Mark storms out afterwards and Nolan goes chasing, his bug mate as well. “Oh dear- are you okay?” She asks, holding the baby in one arm and the other rubbing your back. You feel bad, normally you would be thankful for any pity when you barf but now her touch makes you wanna scream. Shrugging her off, you sneer at her before storming off as well.

You see your father and brother, rage making you see red. “What I did on Earth was..” Your fist connects with Nolans jaw as he speaks but it only makes him stumble a bit.

“Fuck you! Just fuck you!! You get to come to earth and make a family- make us love you as if you loved us and then you fuck off to make a new one!?” You cry out, your voice breaking from the strain on your vocal cords. Nolan rubs his jaw, his eyes hold anything but anger, but youre blind to it.

“Please... It’s not what you think.” He pleads, holding his hands out. You slap them away and push him,

“You put me into this fucked up world! You promised me you’d never leave me and look what you did! You left me! You almost killed Mark! Mom cries every night and i don’t know what to do with myself!” You hit his chest, “you said i was your little girl but you left and made a new family like we were nothing! Well fuck you!” You hit his chest over and over again, to no avail.

“Please. Listen.” He grabs your wrists, “You have to listen. You and your brother need to help these people; if not, viltrumite will kill them. They already know i left my post.” Tears roll down your cheeks, and you lean your head back and thrust into his nose.

“Post!? We were just some fucking post to you!? Why do you care about them? Why not us? What about me!?” Headbutting him made no difference, you struggle in his grip. The sight of his babygirl crying broke him; he was supposed to protect you and all he did was hurt you.

“Look i.. I needed you and your brothers' help. They’re good people. We need to save them”

“What about me dad? What about me? Where were you when i needed saving?” your words fall more gently, and you press your forehead on his chest. You wanted to be his little girl again; giggling in his arms as he swung you around.

“I promise, we can talk about all of this soon. But you have to help me save these people.”

And like the little girl who did anything for her daddy's approval, you caved. You hung onto that promise, not realizing that he wouldn’t be able to keep it but for now, it comforted you, warm like your father's love.

#invincible x reader #invincible #nolan grayson x reader #mark grayson x reader #wow thats not alot of tags...

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clowninin · 4 months

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Into the slime-verse

#clowns art tag #qsmp #slimecicle fanart #slimecicle #el mariana #osmp fanart #genloss fanart #gegg fanart #c!slimecicle #qsmp fanart #q slimecicle #misclick duo #100 days slimecicle #scu slimecicle #scu fanart #wow thats alot of tags lol #generation loss #slimariana

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icatconowo · 1 year

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cartoon villians that design wise start off as two dimensional and flat characters my beloved

more of this please these flat character designs and the animations for them are so cool and fun

#mlp #mlp:fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #gravity falls #bill cipher #discord mlp #bill cipher gravity falls #toh #the owl house #toh collector #the collector #collector #wow thats alot of tags oops

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sirwow · 5 months

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rahhh brain rot

#rhythm doctor #rhythm doctor logan #rhythm doctor hailey #rhythm doctor insomniac #rhythm doctor lucky #rhythm doctor miner #cole brew #nicole ting #ada paige #rhythm doctor ian #rhythm doctor oc #wow thats alot of tags!

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thatskindagaytho · 11 months

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dustin: happy birthday lucas! i hope this will BEE the best birthday ever

lucas,holding present at arms length: did you guys get me bees

max: of course not! i just hope this present gives you a BUZZ

lucas, putting gift down and backing away: you got me bees

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swift-sage44 · 1 year

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are you okayers

#bfdi #tpot #my art #tennis ball #golf ball #fries #puffball #tv #pen #eraser #wow thats alot of tags

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hopskip-andajump · 2 months

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Takin a break from storyboarding since I feel super sick , so I decided to doodle some cats and cat people from my hyperfixations !!!

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floydsteeth · 4 months

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i’m adoring your modern!AU choices, it’s very inspiring!!! so i would love to see more of that. also any new AU ideas you might have, ‘cause i love AUs hehe

Working on the modern!AU has been so much fun and i really wanna keep working on it

its consuming my every thought and i love it :3

also it gives me reason to research weird things i wouldnt otherswise

but over all, working on it is fun and im so happy you like it!

im not very good when it comes to thinking up au's and headcannons so this'll probably be the only au i do but all that matters is im having fun

if you have any ideas for some of the characters i'd love to hear them! :D

#this au has made me so happy over the last #i think 3 or 4 days #like this started monday #we're mercredi thats 3 days holy shit #but yeee #i might try to take a break from posting so that i can like work on the au alot #that way i can just dump a bunch of drawings all at once #also so i can like come up with alot of headcannons for what they do and the like #but im not a writer so thats like #kinda a tall order #but i wanna write out alot of my ideas for this au #i might also work on little comics but thats not going to be soon at all #i should stop thinking of things i can do and just focus on art before i overwhelm myself #oh wow i really started rambling in the tags #you can ignore all this #ikepri modern au

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ohnopancreas · 1 year

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twitter seemed to like these silly little guys :3

#hxh leorio #leorio #leorio paladiknight #hxh #hxh fanart #hunter x hunter #hxh killua #killua #killua zoldyck #doodles #sketches #traditional art #art #artists on tumblr #wow thats alot of tags this is kinda embarrassing dont look at me

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iceewater · 2 years

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really love the fairly small crowd of people on here (and honestly everywhere else but especially on here) that full heartedly believe "woke culture" and "SJWs" exist en mass in the real world and control the government and the entire entertainment sector. like most of them also happen to be in the separate but also now niche circle of "porn blog" and i also think thats really funny

#tumblr culture #hellsite #god bless this hellsite like fr #oh yeah there was also this one blog that just shat on pictures of fat people and it was the most self depreciative shit i had seen #most of the posts boiled down to "why do you like being fat... i dont. i feel worse about myself....#like i get you dont agree with alot of modern/mainstream body positivity ideaology #(i dont too)#but i feel like the better choice would just... not to interactive with those posts and instead encourage people to take proper care of #their bodies #have people understand that being positive about your body should mean that they should be able to better it without discrimination #wow thats a lot of tags #ill just tag it as #body positivity #body positivity criticism #no hate towards body positivity folks #just understand that outright loving your body isnt the same as loving an outfit #and that it can have bad health consequences (fat is a slippery slope)#ok rant over

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taiyouhimerich · 1 month

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wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

definitely p2 guys i just feel ashamed to make it as a one pretty big post, so I splitted that…..

#leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy re6 #leon kennedy death island #leon kennedy infinite darkness #leon kennedy smut #taiyouhime

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wackpedion · 10 months

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Saiouma week 2023: Birthday

Birthdays are exhausting when you're the supreme leader of an organization boasting ten thousand members!

Wow, thats the end of Saiouma week! I've never participated in these kind of events before, and honestly I liked the experience more than I thought! I came into it thinking it would be a good excuse to get back into art as the summer holidays begin, especially since before this I only rlly did doodles rather than full pieces. I also took this as an opportunity to experiment alot, which is easy to see once you compare my pieces for this week together

Now, onto the drawing, I tried adding some of his liked presents in the background, but it was a mess trying to fit them into a cohesive pile so I then threw in random stuff to fill the space. The presents I did include are the fashionable glasses, death flag, bubble bomb gum potted banyan tree, dog tag, autumn scarf, and commemorative medal set (the last two being harder to spot)

Tbh I dont like how the gift pile turned out, but its good enough for me

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jaxieus · 10 months

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ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

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hastings727 · 2 months

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Fighting Games are a Bit Funny for Me

I had fighting games as a kid (smash brothers, soul calibur, tekken, cabinets at random arcades) but I never knew there was more than just mashing. The most I played was melee and soul calibur 2 on my gamecube and even then, I never bothered to look at the movelist (hell I probably didn't even know there was one) and I just played Link and the single player stuff. It was fun! Fast forward to 2013 and my dumb early 20s self having experienced competitive racing in Forza 4 and then the absolute brainrot that is league of legends. But the moment that Cloud 9 signed a smash player is when I smelled colors for the first time, because I realized that cute smash game I played as a kid had a fucking competitive scene for literally decades? So that blew my mind and *LETS JUST GO PAST ALL THE SMASH COMPETITIVE STUFF* Suffice to say I played smash 4 and a bit of melee for a time in my region. Then I watch EVO 2014 finals until 3am, find my local scene for traditional fighting games, and find the brainrot that is Skullgirls as my first fighting game. I will always love SG but the way it plays completely fucked me up for trying to play other fighting games because of how the game works. Fast forward AGAIN past all that wonderful nonsense of finding some of the best friends of my entire life and learning fighting games with them and Guilty Gear XRD drops and I eventually play it and find Faust, my first true fighting game love.

I had fighting game mains before but Faust was the true feeling of love. I loved his goofiness, the items, the random wild moments, the absolute INSANITY of it all. But then, my hubris. I am a sore loser, a sore winner, a sore everything. I took these games too seriously and all of my local friends have been playing fighting games since they were kids, and here my dumb ass is trying to beat them with less than half the experience. It was humiliating for me, and only for me because no one actually insulted or made fun of me, I basically ruined my own mental health.

Fast Forward again because in 2017 the twins were born and I basically had to stop alot of my life for a while. I play sparingly and mostly watch stuff because thats all you have time for as a parent to infants. Alot of games get rollback, I try Plus R and like it until the competitive tryhard brainrot ruins me because another friend who has more experience in these games beats me and I basically give up for a while. Strive drops, I cry about faust being different and play Anji. I play the game on and off for the next 3 years and mostly do other shit.

These days I'm actually very clear minded as I have largely ripped the competitive brainrot out of my head and play these games 110% for improvement and exploring my own ability to get good. I no longer care about the W, only in so much as it signifies that I've improved slightly. That clearheadedness has extended to other game genres I play like FPS' and MOBAs, but grinding competitive ladders is largely dead to me because I just, dont care about winning anymore. Strive is the closest to me in terms of "i grind ranked". But the only reason I do so is because the character levels up faster in the ranked towers than in the Park lol. And I like number go up. I also just, really enjoy strive. For all the work they put in to condense movelists, the characters all largely still do the same thing. I can say certain ones still feel like they need a bit of something (Testament feels like they need one of their old specials back, or some sorta trap mechanic to add to their fireballs and arbiter signs) But largely the game is successful in still allowing characters to do new things while still feeling like their old mechanics. IF you actually took the time to read my shit, wow thank you. You can find me on Strive as Revima and that is also my discord tag. I play Anji and Elphelt and I'm learning more characters for funzies. I also play a bit of SF6, 3rd strike, Vsav, and I'm learning jojos HTFT. I like improving now. I'm so happy I do because I dont want to go back to the brain rot.

#fighting games #guilty gear #street fighter #vsav #vampire savior #jojos heritage for the future #FGC #fighting game community #Strive

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bandit-o-s-oc-arch · 2 years

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ZME→NEW(2022)

ZME → NEW (2022)

wow! i'm really happy somehow with this, it came out super fun and chaotic, feels like one of the first proper blend of my current level of "lyricspost" and one of my illustrations. took a really long time agonizing over this, only today were all the pieces in order to get texture and real coulor on this, and i'm so happy with it.

ah! wow! its ZME, one of my only like, fully drawn oc's, a zombie chick who is also definitely another self portrait thing(oops! all mes). i've drawn her alot of different ways, shes always shape shifting slightly(appropriate for an alien corpse full of several different strains of necrotic oogies i feel) but this felt like the first time i really gave her time outside my sketchbook.

and how much time it's been! I started this back after i finished my TennoCon piece(JULY!!) as an attempt to get prepped for Art-Fight but i was just hitting a wall with having to digitize every detail in this(look below and like wow i was really asking for it) it was pretty exhausting but i eventually got every piece put together... and then it was a matter of just getting that compositing done which was a total pain in itself!

pose wise, i wanted to challenge myself further with this and draw a character sitting down, not standing still posing flat with one arm kinda doin something. i choose a Peter Shire chair because i love Ettore Sottsass and the Memphis Design style and i thought it would be interesting to pose with.

I went with the hand reaching up like that because it felt right to have ZME look like it was falling in place, not moving. and because shes just so many different fungi and bullouses and rot and sinew and thats hot and sexy of her ZME is technically naked here, sans shoes(feet likers lose again!!! HAH) because naked, rotting, spacing out at the same time on art-furnishings is [legally distinct from ]converse appropriate.

and then for the wild colors i just was having some fun, making her glow like shes in a laser tag space and grafitting the clean shapes of the Bel Air chair into being as corrupted as ZME is. i was going for trying to make her feel meaty and off, but that good neon cyan sci-fi gore-meat > human red flesh. idk thats it! enjoy! please ♥️Like♥️ and 🔁Share🔁

#tradigitial art #digital art #memphis group #peter shire #zombie girl #zombie #original character #ZME #archive incorporated #sketchbook #digitalstuff #photo-graphy #eyestrain #eyestrain cw #trypo cw #body horror

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lydiaisgeeky · 2 years

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Meant to Be

Jason x Reader Fanfic

1. Meeting (w.c. 1667)

I've always kept a low profile at Gotham Academy. Not really worth it to call attention most kids here were rich and well I was here on scholarship. I did well in school- I knew I would have to make my own way. My family wasn't poor in any way but we certainly weren't rich. We live in Gotham because it's cheap. Rent is low due to the criminal activity however we noticed less activity happened at Gotham Academy so I did my best to get myself there. But now I'm standing at my locker praying that my locker neighbor wouldn't show up. Richard Grayson. He seems sweet but so do the rest. He typically hangs around the locker all morning with his friends who always seem to be changing. Either way he wasn't here right now and I'm hoping he won't be here today. I grabbed my books and put them in my tote. The dress code was so strict that you had to have a specific colored bag. I didn't want to deal with comments about how I didn't have a designer bag so I went with a simply canvas tote. My school rented laptop was the last to go in the bag. I shut my locker and debated on staying here. If Richard wasn't coming I could sit here and work on homework or I could head to the library as always. I decided to head to the library because I didn't want to risk it and have the embarrassment of leaving so off to the library I went.

"Hey y/n! So this is where you disappear to everyday? Huh so thats studious you isn't just an act. Wow crazy" I snapped my head towards the sound. Sure enough there comes Richard with someone in tow. "What are you working on?" He started flipping through my homework "Wow you know this essay isn't due until next week" I nodded. It was true but school laptops can't leave the school or you have to pay crazy insurance.

"I uh my home laptop is well um broken so you know I have to get this essay done plus one for history and I also have to type a script for an elective and there is only so many hours you know" Maybe I kept a low profile because I couldn't keep myself from rambling. Richard smiled at me.

"Oh yeah well that's alot. I think we may have a spare laptop or two at home that we were going to donate right Jason" the kid next to him shrugged "Oh I'm sure we do - do you want one you are more than welcome to donate it after your done." I began to shake my head no but he didn't really look for my response he just continued on. "Oh this is Jason by the way he's in your class uh maybe you two can check your schedules." He leaned over me and pulled up my schedule. He was my TA so I wasn't surprised he could do that what I was surprised about was how Jason's schedule matches mine almost exactly. Same home room and same core classes same elective times but different electives.

"Cool it looks like we have most of the same classes" the other kid said. I had been keeping my head down not really looking at him but at that moment I looked up and saw the most handsome guy I had seen. He had this amazing dark hair stunning blue eyes. He was thin but fit. He look no different than I did. His uniform disheveled and it looked like he had a completely normal non recognizable bag.

"Yeah we do" I smiled. "You just transfered here? Cus you are more than welcome to borrow any of my notes I don't take them home. Most of my school stuff stays here anyways and um I'm sorry hi - I'm y/n"

"Anyways I was going to show Jason the rest of the school did you want to tag along y/n? I have a feeling you don't even know everything about Gotham Academy." Richard's blue eyes were shinning with excitement.

"Sure" I said running a mental to do list of what I could rearrange to make up for the lost school work. Richard was beaming. He gave a great tour of the school. Jason didn't seem too interested in the tour. The bell rang and so Richard handed the tour over to me to get Jason to the first class.

Jason stopped me before entering. "Tell me how stupid do I look? This is such a fancy school - am I fucking this up? I wish I could just go back to my old school." He spun around and hit a locker. I jumped a bit but then put my hand on his arm.

"Hey you look fine to me. Besides if you keep your head down the elite tend to not notice you. Richard seems to break that mold but I haven't seen anyone else even remotely care about me. You wouldn't be in these classes if you weren't good at school so you'll be fine."

"The elite? What's that supposed to mean everyone here is the elite."

"Right. Everyone. Certainly there's no one here on scholarship. I'm going to go inside being late draws attention." I turn away and shrink - why did I think he could be like me. I found my seat just inside the classroom door. I was in the front but out of the way. I figured this might be a good time to make up for lost time. Jason slid into the seat next to me.

This was pretty consistent for the classes we had together. Then lunch hit. Richard grabbed Jason. I assumed they were going off campus so I found my corner. It was a little alcove hidden away by the classic books. There weren't any desks in the area so I'd sit on the floor with my back against a bookshelf. I put on my headphones and worked on my homework. I made a huge dent so I decided to grab my favorite Jane Austin book off the shelf and to my shock I saw Jason grabbing a Jane Austin as well.

"That's a good one" I say to Jason. He turns to me as if he was caught. I smile and held up my book "I've read Pride and Prejudice at least 5 times and I've read" I look at his book "Emma at least 3 times" He was still frozen in horror "Don't worry I won't tell".

I sat back down lost in thought. I knew Jason was essentially a stranger and every girl my fantasize about the new kid but he just seems so genuinely cool. I tried to push him out of mind as I finished the school day. I was going to my locker fairly confidently as Richard never hung out there after-school. I was switching my bags and grabbing my change of clothes about to head to the bathroom to change and look like a Gothamite once again.

"Y/n good I'm glad I caught you." I integrally groaned Richard was running up the hallway. "Jason will need someone to get him caught up did you want to come over some day and do a tutor session with him. We can drive you home or your driver could pick you up I am not really sure how it would be go down for you"

"I wish I could help but I'm not sure I could feasibly go to your house. Richard-"

"Dick"

"What?!"

"No no no" He laughed and smiled "Dick call me Dick outside of school it's a nickname for Richard my parents called me that. It's what they called my grandfather so"

"That's cruel but okay. Dick. I'm on scholarship here. I don't have money okay and I don't think your driver wants to be driving through my neighborhoods especially at night and I don't have a car yet so I just don't think it'd be a good idea."

"Jason has a motorcycle. I can almost promise you he'd drive you back but we don't really care about where you live. Come over for dinner and study and someone will take you back. My adoptive dad is always trying to get us to bring friends over. Please" He asked with a puppy dog look.

"You have plenty of friends bring one of them"

"Please no I don't I have people who want to get into Wayne Enterprise someday. I have people who want to sleep with me but not anything else. Trust me I don't really have friends."

The internal stuggle was real. I just couldnt say no to him at this moment "Fine but I have to call my parents or they will think I've been kidnapped- like I said we don't live in the best area."

"Sure, sure" I walked away from Dick messing with his hair and hear him getting on the phone.

My folks were totally fine with me going over to someone's house they were happy I was making friends. So I suppose that's a good thing. I changed into my normal clothes cursing myself for not wearing something nicer. I came back to Dick sitting against my locker and Jason on Dicks. Both of them looked up at the same time with the same expression of their faces.

"I'm sorry I had to change if I wore my uniform in my neighborhood I promise I'd get mugged" I put the uniform in my locker after the boys stood up and grabbed my keys and looked at Jason. "What notes do you need. I can't take them home so what ever you need you'll need to bring back tomorrow" Jason shrugged so I continued. "Let's take it all I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow". I grabbed my note books being careful to leave my laptop. And we headed outside.

#jason todd x reader #batboys x reader #jason x reader #robin #red hood #nightwing #batfamily #batman #gotham #gotham academy

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