#(these are actually studies i've been doing for a larger piece)

[bowelfly]

forever in love with @salavante's greenbrier mice and their cowls so i had a lot of fun coming up with some of my own

tag yourself i'm the one wearing bottlecaps

#bflyart #salavante #greenbrier #mice #cowls #(these are actually studies i've been doing for a larger piece) #(but its been going super slow because of work and brain damage) #(but i'm super excited to finish it and i think its gonna be good if i can pull it off)

[thechekhov]

Since you've covered a pretty big bit of the manga so far, can I ask what are your opinions on it? Deeper than just the quick reactions you've shared with us so far.

What are your opinions about the manga's characters? Its pacing? The mystery element? The magic system? What areas do you think it succeeds, and what areas do you think could be better?

I understand if you're reversing judgment until you finish, but you've also read quite a bit of the story so far. Idk, I'm just curious!

Especially seeing as you're a writer yourself, so I imagine you have a different perspective on how the story functions as, well, a story!

Oh, hmmm... that's an interesting question.

As of right now I'm on chapter 35-36 so I'm about a third through the story. The first major arc (find dragon, yoink falin out of its body, etc) has kinda happened, and we're hitting some larger world arcs.

As you mentioned, I DO want to withold judgement but for now... But I will say what I think thus far, with full awareness that my mind might be changed later depending on circumstances.

Comment 1: The manga is finished! Actually, just knowing that makes me feel like it's a more cohesive storyline.

Maybe I'm boring, but I'm not a huge fan of neverending storylines in general. Naruto, Bleach, etc. They have their place in the forever-young-monster-of-the-week genre, and I know why so many manga just keep... on... publishing....... but I feel like there's a lot of merit to being able to just wrap up a story and say 'there, that's how it ends'.

Comment 2: Laios is very well developed, even at this point of the story. Senshi remains a mystery. Marcille... speedran her arc?

I think this is the closest thing I have to a criticism. While I think Laios' character is well-paced in its revelations throughout the series (the slow ramp-up from 'oh this guy is weird' to 'oh, this guy is a freak club card carrying member' to 'oh, this guy is the freak club president' was great!) Marcille is.... a little more of a mystery to me.

Now, perhaps my memory is bad. But I did find her turnaround at the end of the Red Dragon arc a bit... out of the blue?

Don't get me wrong. I think it's entirely believable. But I wish there had been more hints - or rather, more visible progress of her studies of ancient magic. I know it's been mentioned, and there WAS that chapter of her and Falin during their school years... but watching episode 2 of the show on netflix when she goes 'I feel useless, my magic doesn't help anyone :(' and then reading the manga and seeing her straight up go from 0 to 100 as she decides "we're gonna rearrange falin's bones and then I'mma raise her using this ancient technique I've been studying all along that I didn't tell you about because it was sus" is... a little bit of a turn?

Maybe it's on purpose! Maybe, when I read further about her personal journey, the pieces will fall into place more neatly. But compared to the rest of the characters, which seem relatively steady in their reveals (Laios, Chillchuck, Senshi) Marcille took a bit of a turn.

Which, again, isn't bad! It just seems contrasted to the rest of the team.

Comment 3: The magic system is more like a magic ecology.

Actually, in the beginning, I found the magic system Marcille used very vague. It was just a 'do what needs to be done' type of power with very few apparent limits or power balances aside from 'sometimes you run out of mana'. But I think at this point, I'm beginning to assume that the details of the magic are closer to the functions of an ecosystem or an organism, and therefore WHAT the magic does is kind of moot point. Marcille is just a little bacteria inside of the great intestine labyrinth of the dungeon, and she is using its energy to survive, like a sort of microfauna.

Comment 4: Man, the worldbuilding is cool. It's so cool.

I don't think I've seen another story that goes so deeply into dungeon ecosystems before this one. Not only are the people who live there fleshed out in terms of individual cultures and traditions and norms, there are also monsters that serve as a natural fauna that inhabits the halls of what OUGHT to be a mindless 'turn left and fall into a trap' setting!

There's sticking monsters into your world, and then there's 'digging out a trench 1 meter deep, pre-soaking the soil, inserting monster's roots lovingly into the spot, and then covering it with fertilizer and spritzing the leaves'. I don't doubt that there ARE other works that go into this level of detail, but the dedication and the ideas Kui-san has for this very much makes the dungeon a living part of this entire tale. :)

I'll probably have more to say later but for now.. that's about it!

#chekhov answers #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chekhov reads dungeon meshi

[awalkonthelightside]

hello! I have a question: I find that a lot of your art really speaks to me artistically, wether that be with composition, lighting, outfit choice, musculature, etc. and I was wondering if you would be ok with people using your pictures/gifs as references for drawing? Would you be ok with them being used as references for fanart, would you want it to exclusively be studies/non fandom stuff, or would you prefer that we don’t use your pieces for drawing in general? Also, if you are fine with your art being used as references, what is your preferred form of credit (link to Tumblr, insta, linktree?)

thank you, and may your new year be filled with joy and comfort

Generally I find that I have no issue with the type of thing that people who take the effort to ask me about what they want to use it for and that it's usually the people who don't care, just want to steal my content and just post it on their own blog unedited and uncredited that I do have an issue with!

As a guide though I'm pretty OK with most things that aren't for profit, where someone has put in just as much, or more work into their own image as mine, and the message is broadly similar, as long as credit is given (linking back to here).

For example, my message with regard to lingerie is that it is to showcase how it can look great on all forms - so if it was used as inspiration to illustrate something that was supposed to show how humiliating it was, that's not really something I'd be OK with.

If my picture is just inspiration for a small part of a larger piece of artwork, it's nice to be credited as an inspiration though, although I don't really expect people to need my permission to do that.

I try to take it as a compliment for most of the creativity that my work has inspired, even when it's in fields that I'm not that personally interested in like fanfic. Funny story - I've been used in lots of fanfic, and once was the actual body double for the *other* character in a fan fic story than the one that the writer had used me as inspiration for.

Anyway, I hope that answers things - if in doubt just ask, but I'm probably going to be fine with it, especially just for drawing references

#asks

[theradicalscrivener]

The Bay of Scherzo

Gosh. It's been a while sinze I've touched base with the Claves boys. After the events of Yuletide Balls, Scherzo has been more or less confined to the castle. His life a boring drudge of politics and social posturing. but the matters of court aren't neerly as exhausting as maintaining the spell that hides the Prince's "Big" secret.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

First Story || Previous Story || [Series Index] || Next Story (Coming Soon)

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                Prince Scherzo let out a long sigh as the last of his appointments left the grand hall. His father had insisted that Scherzo take a larger role in governing the country. As far as the rest of the nobility knew, Scher was being groomed to take over the role of king soon, but the truth was that Scher’s father was trying to keep him out of trouble. Between overseeing petty squabbles in the grand hall and studying magic with Maester Timpani, Scher very rarely had time to escape the confines of the castle. Not that he minded the magic lessons. Time with Tim was some of Scher’s favorite part of the week. Even the castle wasn’t so bad. Scher rarely saw his parents and other than making public appearances for the court, Scher was free to do whatever he pleased.

                “Is he gone yet…” Scher muttered to his new attendant.

                “Yes, sir. He should be safely out of range,” The red-haired enchanter replied. Rudd, the figure that stood at Scher’s side, was clad in nothing except for a small cloak that barely covered his shoulders and a pair of sandals. The enchanter’s body was inscribed from head to toe with glowing runes. Even the enchanter’s cock and balls were aglow with magic sigils, and thanks to Rudd’s experience with the notorious thief, there was Plenty of real estate to inscribe. As the enchanter stood stoically at the prince’s side, the enchanter’s massive nuts rested solidly on the floor in front of him. Either enormous nuts the size of a yard bag filled to the brim with clippings. His cock was similarly massive. The enormous shaft was almost as thick as his toned midriff and stretched several feet in front of him. The mage’s shaft was almost as long as he was tall! His constant training and practice had paid dividends since the events of the Yuletide ball. It had gotten so huge that it impeded his ability to walk. Fortunately, there were plenty of spells to aid with that. The runes on his body flashed, and his cock and balls began to hover inches above the stone floor of the great hall.

                Once the cat was out of the bag about Tim’s new apprentice “Al”, it didn’t take long for people to piece together that Al was actually Prince Scherzo. On one hand, the prince pretending to be a common mage was a bit of a scandal, but Scher being named the sole apprentice to the eccentric young High Enchanter was something that could make a great story to tell the general populace. The prince secretly attending college was a much better cover story to explain the prince’s clandestine outings than the truth. If the people knew that the prince had been having a fling with one of the country’s most notorious criminals, there was no telling what the other nobles would say!

               The king was quick to step in and make some arrangements with the Arcanum so that Scher could continue his studies from the safety of the palace. This unfortunately meant that Scher’s visits to the campus were far rarer than they had been, but the plus side was that Scher was able to name his own assistant. It didn’t hurt that Scher’s friend from school was also top of his class. Rudd’s top marks made it easier for them to smooth things over with the King.

               Truth be told, the king hated Rudd’s lack of social graces, decorum, and most of all his lack of clothes, but the benefits of having him around outweighed the negatives. Not to mention that after the stunt Claves had pulled at the Arcanum, massive cocks became a sign of station for the casters in enrollment at the academy. Rudd’s colossal package was intimidating to those who came before the prince not just for the sheer size but for the magic power that it signified.

               Scher hopped up unceremoniously from his throne and stretched. He was similarly attired to his classmate and friend. Scher had a similar small cloak and sandals but was also clad in a small pair of briefs which protected his “modesty”. Truth be told, the briefs he wore were the key to a powerful magic that he had to maintain at all times while appearing in public. As much as huge hogs had become a mark of power among the Arcanum, they were less welcome among the aristocracy. Scherzo had to keep his true size (and his dealings with certain criminal elements) a secret from society at large.

               “I already put in a request to have all the guests and staff leave the gardens. We should have the place to ourselves by now,” Rudd said.

“I can’t wait to get out of this thing. It’s not only embarrassing but it’s exhausting as well!” Scher whined and gestured down towards his briefs. His briefs were little more than a thong which gripped the outline of his impressive looking cock. The briefs were enchanted with a powerful magic that the High Enchanter had developed to help the prince with his mobility issues, but it served double duty by hiding the prince’s true size from the king and other members of court. Truth be told, not even Scher knew how big he really was nowadays. It was so rare that he had time to really let loose. Even when asleep, he had attendants who worked tirelessly to maintain the spacetime compression magics that coursed through his skivvies.

               It had been days since he had last been able to peel them off. He needed to air out his junk and give it a good scrubbing. He had showered and used basic cleaning spells to wash as best he could through the fabric, but the nature of the compression magic made it incredibly difficult to do a solid scrubbing.

               Having to constantly maintain the magic meant that Scher was constantly in a state of exhaustion which didn’t help his mood nor his attention span, and today had been the worst it had been in ages. As noble and noble came before him to air their petty grievances it was all Scher could do to avoid throwing them out of the castle. Part of him was even tempted to drop all pretense and remove the spell holding his junk in just so he could get some relief.

                The difficulty Scher had been having weighed heavily on his mind. There was something gnawing at the back of his consciousness, and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. This spell required all his strength to maintain which wouldn’t be a big deal except that he could tell that he had gotten stronger over time. Maintaining powerful enchantments like this was a great way for someone to increase their magical power. It was like doing weight training for muscles. The problem was Scherzo was already the most powerful mage in the kingdom by a huge margin as was evidenced by the sheer size of his cock and balls. The nature of the curse that had gripped him and much of the kingdom was that his cock and balls grew in proportion to his magical power. As his power grew, so too did his package which meant that it took MORE power to maintain the enchantment to hide it, which meant that he was getting even more powerful! It was a perpetual feedback loop! It was ironic in a way that the king’s efforts to hide that Scher had such a massive cock was making it bigger and bigger and bigger with each passing day! The magic to hide his size was now so taxing that the palace had had to employ another three magi to maintain it while he slept! Fortunately, there was no shortage of interns from the Arcanum eager to work at the palace, and maintaining an enchantment didn’t require much knowledge about what the enchantment actually did. All they really knew was that they got to watch the prince, who was a renowned hottie, while he slept and maintain a powerful spell which, of course, caused their own powers to grow and grow. It had gotten to the point where students at the arcanum were eager to be selected for palace duty!

                Scher was starting to sweat as the duo made their way towards the large, double doors which lead out of the palace and into the palace grounds. His fatigue was incredible! Just how much power was he using to maintain this spell!?

                Rudd threw an arm over the prince’s shoulder to help Scher keep his balance. “We need to talk to the king about this. You need more time to recover. No one should have to maintain a spell this powerful for such a long period of time,” he said.

                “When has he ever listened to anything anyone else has said?” Scherzo said dejectedly.

                “Well, if he won’t listen to reason, maybe we should show him what you’ve been hiding?” Rudd said.

                “That would be hilarious. He’s probably have a heart attack right then and there!” Scherzo laughed.

                “And then you’d be free to make your own rules.” Rudd replied only half joking.

                Scherzo let out a long sigh of both exhaustion and exasperation. “If only there was some less drastic way to get him to listen,” he said.

                The pair made their way towards the palace grounds. Scherzo was too exhausted from the spell to be much for conversation so the only sound was the sound of their footfalls and the soft hum of the glowing runes on Rudd’s cock and balls as his package hovered in front of them.

                Past the great hall, past the garden, up the trail that led to the cliffside the duo marched. Soon, the pair reached their destination. The steep cliffs overlooking the ocean made the palace easily defendable, but tonight they were going to serve a different purpose.

                Scherzo plopped down on the edge of the cliff. His legs dangling over the abyss. His hand hovered over the small clasp on his hip. One flick of that, and his briefs would fall open, causing his cock and balls to spill out in all their glory.

                Rudd cocked an eyebrow as he watched the prince’s hesitation. “Is something wrong?” He asked.

                “It’s probably nothing, but… this week has been so exhausting. Like, more so than it should have been. I… wonder how much I have grown,” Scherzo said.

                “Are you afraid?” Rudd asked.

                “No… not exactly. I think… I think I’m excited, and that’s what worries me,” Scher said.

                “Oh. Is that all?” Rudd said. There was a huge, playful smirk on his face.

                “What’s that supposed to mean?” Scherzo yelped.

                “Do you want to make an event of it? Should I give you a drumroll? Maybe some lights?” Rudd teased.

                “Do you mock me? I am your prince?” Scherzo cried in mock protest.

                “You don’t have to act so uptight anymore. We’re by ourselves,” Rudd teased.

                “Why I never! Guards! Arrest that man,” Scherzo protested in a fake, nasally, foppish voice.

                “Oooh. I’m really in trouble, huh? I better do something to deserve it then, huh?” Rudd said playfully. Then, before Scherzo had a chance to react, he reached down and effortlessly flicked open the clasp that held up the waistband of Scherzo’s briefs.

                “Wai- wha-?” Scherzo sputtered, but it was too late. All he could do was watch in awe as his packaged spilled forth from the pocket dimension that had struggled to hold it.

                Even Rudd was speechless. Scherzo had grown even in just this past week, and he had grown A LOT! The prince’s cock continued to rapidly spill out from the dimensional tear, but there appeared to be now end in sight! Just the shaft was so thick that Rudd couldn’t even begin to process how long it would be once fully exposed. It was like staring out at an open field of exposed flesh.

                Scherzo balls crashed down with a splash. The sound of waves being sent careening from the point of impact caused the two friends to balk. The cliff was almost a hundred feet off the ground! Last week, Scherz’s balls hadn’t even reached the water, this week they hit and kept going! The meteoric strike of his sack hitting the sea sent tidal waves in all directions!

                The two friends stared out in awe at Scherzo’s new size. Scherzo’s balls were beyond massive! They used to not even touch the waters below, but now they crested higher than the cliffs! They rested solidly on the seabed below and still had over one hundred feet exposed! And much like an iceberg only the tip was exposed! This was no shallow beach. This was a sheer cliffside overlooking a deep, deep ocean.

                There were wards at the palace – magics that controlled the weather, magics that cast illusions over the palace grounds making it always appear idyllic and calm to the outside world. That’s the only reason Scherzo’s size had remained hidden so long. That was why he was able to let it all hang out when the palace was empty, but he had outgrown those wards. He had outgrown the illusions! His impossibly huge cock and balls had burst through the barricades and kept growing and growing. His dick was not just visible to the outside world, it was so huge that it was visible for miles around! His balls now filled much of the bay! His cock extended out impossibly far towards the horizon. Shipping vessels had been thrust aside by not just the waves of the impact of his balls but by the arrival of his World Serpent of a schlong! Scherzo couldn’t even fathom how huge he must be now. The only real point of reference he had was the bay itself and the shipping vessels which now circled his cock and balls. Each enormous freighter looked like an ant next to his cock. The entire capitol city of Sonata would have been eclipsed by his cock and balls had he not had the foresight to unleash it away from town.

                “No way…” the two friends said in unison as they stared out at the absolutely colossal cock that spread out before them.

                Scherzo’s mind was racing. How had he grown so much? Just last week, his shaft was only a few hundred feet long. It hung past his balls and rested into the sea below. Even then it was mind-blowingly massive, but now… Hundreds of feet felt like nothing. His enormous hose draped over his balls and rose far, far into the air. His shaft was so thick that he had to stare up at his like staring up at a mountain! His entire field of view was filled with cock and balls, but he needed to see more. He needed to see how he compared with the world around him.

                Scherzo floated forward. He didn’t have the glyphs to augment his powers like Rudd did, but he still had enough power to levitate his monolithic cock and balls enough that he could shift forward. He floated onto his nuts which caused his center of gravity to shift. His cock no longer draped over his nuts, and instead jutted out in front of him and went straight into the ocean. Even just this minor shift of his position caused massive waves to wash into the nearby port and send vessels scrambling to stay moored.

                Scherzo was now able to stare out past his balls and see just how long his cock truly was. The view was breathtaking. His cock extended out past the bay and into open waters. It was easily a half mile to the inlet, and his balls alone almost reached that far. His cock stretched out far, far beyond that.

                The image before him was dizzying. Again, Scherzo’s mind raced. How had he gotten so big in such a short period of time. True, he had been pushing himself beyond his limits every hour of every day for months now, and this week he had reached a breaking point where the exhaustion was forcing him to tap into reserves hitherto unheard of. He had heard of something like this. The greatest mages in ages long past had found a way to push past their limits and in that breaking point had unlocked greater potential. Legends told of the exponential growth possible. Countless mages had burned themselves up trying to reach that enhanced state, and Scherzo had been living in that state for a week! No wonder he was so tired! No wonder he had grown by an order of magnitude! He had to have doubled in size every day! Instead of hundreds of feet, he had reached thousands! His massive cock now stretched for miles.

                His mind was racing. There was no way he was going to keep this a secret. There was no magic powerful enough to mask his size. No enchantment powerful enough to make an entire populace forget what they saw. His balls alone were bigger than the entire city!

                Scherzo tried to fight it, but a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

                “Are… are you alright?” Rudd asked.

                “I doubt even the king can sweep this under the rug,” Scherzo said with a laugh.

                “I don’t think they even make rugs big enough,” Rudd agreed which caused Scherzo to laugh even louder.

                As Scherzo watched his cock expand exponentially, he had expected to be horrified, and he had expected to be mortified that his cover was so thoroughly blown. Now everyone in the capital knew how huge he was. Word would spread across the country by morning! This should be awful! But it wasn’t! If anything, it felt liberating! He no longer had to hide. Not only was his secret out, but who could even say anything about it? Even if the king wished to admonish him, Scherzo had visual proof that he was the most powerful caster alive – maybe even to ever live! Maester Timpani had previously been the owner of the “largest” cock and balls, and even he had capped out at little over ten feet. His cock was the size of a carriage! Scherz’s was the size of a county!

                As Scher laughed, he could feel not just the rush of exhilaration fill his body but his cock as well. His cock was getting bigger and thicker, and this time it wasn’t his power growing. He was getting harder and harder by the second. His cock raised up from the ocean. Water cascaded off of the immense shaft like waterfalls. The vacuum left by his cock lifting up caused all the water from miles around to rush in and fill the void causing ships to be carried along by the intense current.

                Scher was soon rock hard. He was harder than he had ever been in his life. He was bigger than he had ever been in his life. Hell, he was bigger than anyone had ever been! His massive rod reached up into the sky. Even angled forward as it was, the tip of his dick scraped the cloud cover. Beads of pre dripped from his massive cock. Each tiny bead was so huge that it could eclipse an entire freighter. Even the bigger ships on the sea paled in comparison to even the tiniest bead of pre of his enormous cock!

                Each salty bead splashed down causing massive waves to surge forth from the point of impact. Some part of Scher hoped that these vessels were strong enough to weather his storm. The Sonata ships were known around the world for their arcane enhanced stability and seaworthiness. They could weather the biggest, strongest hurricanes, but the world had never seen something like this.

                Rudd stood speechless beside his friend. His own cock had reached full mast in record time as he stared out at the dick that would dwarf even the eldest dragons. Rudd’s cock was huge in its own right. In the time he’d been serving as Scherzo’s attendant, the exertion of his duties and his rigorous training had seen him grow by leaps and bounds. Even soft, his cock was longer than he was tall, and he was much more a grower than a shower. Now that his rod was fully hard, it towered over him like an oak tree, and yet, it was hard to think of himself as huge while staring down a schlong that would rival mountains.

                Rudd was so overwhelmed by the sight that he let out a load moan and his cock gave a hard lurch. He was cumming without even laying a finger on his cock! He came again and again! Each spurt as large as the last! He could have filled a swimming pool with even just three spurts, but he continued to cum and cum again. His jizz splattering against the side of the prince’s impossibly huge balls. Scherzo’s nuts were so massive that Rudd’s massive spurts looked like little more than dribbles against his sack.

                The intensity of his climax was so much that Rudd found himself unable to stand. His legs felt weak and shaky. His head felt light and hazy. He began to fall backwards but was caught by a strange force that enveloped his body. Rudd was only vaguely aware of what was happening as he was carried like a ragdoll over the bay towards where the prince was perched atop his own cock and balls. As he floated closer, it became clear that the energy that was holding him was emanating from the prince!

                Scherzo looked over his shoulder pleadingly at his friend. He didn’t speak but he didn’t need to. The prince’s bare butt was raised into the air as if begging to be fucked. Rudd was only to happy to oblige.

                Despite the fact that Rudd’s cock was more than twice as tall as Scherzo was, the tip of his cock slid into the prince’s hungry hole. Rudd watched as Scherzo’s hips spread wider to accept a cock that was far thicker than his torso, but the prince’s body did not expand as much as Rudd had expected. If anything, it was as if his dick had slipped into a hole that was far larger than Scherzo’s hole body!

                The magic that Timpani had created! The spatial compression! Somehow Scherzo had turned his own body into a pocket dimension. His desire to be reamed was so intense that he made himself able to take any cock, no matter how huge.

                Rudd’s eyes glanced up towards the prince’s cock that now broke through the clouds… Well, almost any cock.

                Rudd wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rudd dug his cock into the hilt into Scherzo’s ass. Even with the spatial magic condensing Rudd’s rod, Scherzo’s gut bulged out in front of him. Rudd could see the outline of his own cock against the prince’s gut, but that didn’t last long. Rudd hadn’t stopped cumming the entire time. As more and more jizz erupted from his cock deep into the prince’s seemingly impossibly accommodating body, Scherz’s gut begin to grow and grow with gallons upon gallons of jizz. Rudd was too lost in ecstasy to run the numbers. His cock only appeared a fraction of its true size while inside the price, and he had cum enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Scherz’s tummy was so full of condensed jizz that it bulged out in front of him like a giant beach ball. His gut was so huge that Scher couldn’t even wrap his arms around it while he nuzzled his face against his huge, sloshing, jizz-filled water balloon of a belly.

                Scherzo couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the indescribable pleasure that surged through his thousands of feet of fat cock. Each spurt of his colossal cock was so powerful that the very earth beneath him trembled. The sea churned. Even winds themselves were knocked aside. Scherzo’s cum shots tore through the clouds causing them to part. The formerly cloudy day was suddenly sunny which just made his enormous cock all the more visible for miles around.

                Scherzo came again and again and again. Each massive spurt arcing miles and miles into the open sea. The sea itself began to turn white and soupy from the sheer volume of cum sloshing around. The choppy waves caused the thousands of gallons of jizz to churn and froth. Seafoam mixed with semen turning the entire bay and the neighboring beaches into a white, hot bog of spunk.

                Scherzo had no idea how long he had been cumming, but eventually his exhaustion overtook him. His shots slowly tapered off and then stopped altogether. His colossal cock drooped and softened and came to a rest in the ocean.

                Rudd had long since collapsed. He now lay face up on the mountain that was the prince’s sack, staring into the sky and breathing heavily as he struggled to catch his breath enough to be able to even so much as stand. He was vaguely aware that a crowd had gathered. Countless guards and soldiers… as well as a stern figure that led the troops.

                The king stared out at the mess. The prince was resting face down against a massive cum-filled blimp of his own belly. Jizz oozed from the prince’s stretched out ass. The prince’s balls filled the entire bay, and his cock plugged the entire inlet with its sheer girth.

                Scherzo was only barely conscious. He was aware that there was a crowd gathered, but he was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he couldn’t bring himself to care. He managed to glance over his shoulder and flash a groggy smirk at the king, but his attempt at smiling was interrupted when he coughed up a huge mouthful of cum.

                The king had an entourage of advisors at his side which all took turns whispering into his ears. The expression on the king’s face changed by the second. Shock. Horror. Surprise. Disgust. Curiosity. Acceptance. Suspicion. Understanding.

                The last advisor said their piece, bowed, and slunk back into the crowd. The king nodded and mulled it over for a moment. “Yes… I see…” He mused.

                “You’re in so much trouble…” Rudd murmured groggily.

                Scherzo was too euphoric to panic. He tried to chuckle but only managed to spit up another mouthful of cum.

                The king let out a long sigh, “I have half a mind to banish you for the damage you have caused,” he said sternly.

                There was a tense moment where the king waited and let his words sink in. The gathered crowd murmured. Hushed whispers rippled through the crowd.

                “… but my advisors are right. Your very existence is an incredible deterrent to our rival nations. Everyone can see your… aptitude… for miles around,” he said, pausing heavily on the word ‘aptitude’ to really let it sink in.

                After another tense pause, he spoke up again. “Even were I to order you expelled from the kingdom, we lack the ability to even… well… move you,” he said awkwardly.

                Another tense pause. More murmurs from the crowd. The king began to fidget. He glanced over his shoulder and looked to his advisors once more for guidance.

                The king cleared his throat and tried to sound imposing, but it was hard to do while looking at the scene that now filled the harbor. He instead turned around and addressed the crowd instead.

               “It was always my plan to abdicate soon. The royal family has long held a reputation of being a long line of powerful magi. When my son was accepted as a special pupil of the High Enchanter, I knew that he would continue that legacy, and we can… erm… see that he is… gifted…” The king muttered awkwardly.

               One of the advisors stepped forward to address the crowd since the king was clearly fumbling, “This is all something that will be handled at a later date. It seems imprudent to discuss these matters while the prince is still… uh… leaking…”

               Scherzo tried to give a nod of agreement but ended up spitting up another huge mouthful of cum instead. Realizing it was a lost cause and being too exhausted to fight it, Scherzo once again collapsed face down into his own cum-filled belly. He was so exhausted and overwhelmed by the afterglow that it was easy to ignore the crowd that had gathered. He instead let his mind wander to the sensations that overwhelmed his body. His body felt warm and tingly. He was so euphoric that even the tense scene with the king couldn’t make him feel any less giddy, and the lapping of waves against his cock was so relaxing, and there was something else too. A feeling of his nuts being cradled…

               …Cradled? Scherzo was still too dazed to focus, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He still had room around his balls before, but now it felt like his balls filled the entire bay! His sack pressed up against the seawall on all sides! Had he grown even larger?

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Wendigo

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It had been a week since Jess' death, the boys and I had stuck around to look for the monster that did this. But we came up with nothing, so we started to make our way to Blackwater Ridge. I followed the boys all the way to that place, we stopped one time at a gas station and I went to check on them when Sam sighs as he looks over the map. 

"It's weird, guys." Sam exclaims as Dean was finishing putting gas in his car. "What's weird, Sam?" I asked as I lean against the passenget side window to look at him.

"These coordinates dad left us. This Blackwater Ridge." He replied.

"What about it?" Dean asked once he starts to get inside of the car. "There's nothing there. It's just woods." Sam said then he sets the map there, while he looks around confused.

"Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" He asked us, Dean and I shrug before we loaded up and got back on the road.

Eventually, we parked next to a sign that said RANGER STATION Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest. The three of us were inside of the ranger station, Sam and I were looking at a 3D map of the national forest, paying particular attention to the ridge labeled BLACKWATER RIDGE. Dean, on the other hand, was looking at the decorations.

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote. It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." I said as we stare at the map.

"Guys, check out the size of this freaking bear." Dean said. We look over and see a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. Sam and I come to stand next to Dean.

"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area." Sam mutters.

"It's no nature hike, that's for sure." I remarked.

"You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" A male voice asked, startling us. We turned around to see a male ranger standing behind us, a look of suspicion on his face.

"Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Sam replied then laughs a little while Dean grins and raises a fist.

"Recycle, man." Dean said and I nodded.

"Bull. You're friends with that Haley girl, right?" The ranger asked and I consider this for a moment. "Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger—" I said then I check his nametag and see it said Wilkinson.

"Wilkinson." I finished.

"Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" Wilkinson said and the boys and I shake our head. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine." Wilkinson said to us and I give a nod to him.

"We will." I said.

"Yeah that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" Dean asked. "That is putting it mildly." Wilkinson grumbles.

"Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." Dean said. Wilkinson eyes Dean, who raises his eyebrows at the man.

*****

Dean holds a piece of paper and laughing as we left the station and headed toward the Impala and my bike. "What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked him. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, confused.

"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Sam asked, annoyed, as we stop on opposite sides of the Impala, I was standing next to Dean while Sam was over on the passenger side.

"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" Dean asked then there was a pause of silence. "What?" Sam said, confused.

"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?" I asked Sam. Normally, he's never like this. I've been to a few hunts with them before all this and Sam usually is the one that likes to question everything. But now, he's gone all Rambo on us.

"Since now." Sam replied, firmly, then he gets inside of the car. Dean and I exchange looks as Dean said. "Really?" I shrug then head to my bike.

*****

I knocked on the door of a house and we stood there for a moment before it opens, revealing a girl with long brown hair. "You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam and (y/n), we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy." Dean said and Haley hesitates.

"Lemme see some ID." She demanded and Dean pulls out a fake ID and holds it up against the screen. She looks at it, then at Dean, who smiles. Finally, she opens the door. "Come on in." She said to us. "Thanks." Dean said and we head inside.

"That yours?" Haley asked Dean, nodding towards the Impala.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Nice car." She said then she sees my motorcycle. "Cool motorcycle, who's is that?" She asked. "Mine. And thanks." I said.

Haley turns to lead us into the kitchen, where a younger man is sitting at the table on a laptop. Dean turns his head to mouth something to us, but we roll our eyes at him.

"So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam asked Haley as she comes back into the room with a bowl she places on the table. "He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now." She replied.

"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception." I said, shrugging.

"He's got a satellite phone, too." Haley said.

"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?" Dean asked. "He wouldn't do that." The young man said. Dean eyes the boy before he looks away. Haley puts more food on the table.

"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." She said

"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked her. "Yeah." She said then she goes and gets a laptop, turns it on and pulls up some pictures.

"That's Tommy." She said as she clicks twice and another picture comes up, then the still frame opens up a video.

"Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." Tom said when I saw a shadow flicking past behind Tom. I glanced over at the boys and Sam looks over at me and I could tell he saw the same thing I did.

"Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." Dean said. "Then maybe I'll see you there." She said and we look at her, confused.

"Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself." She said.

"I think I know how you feel." Dean said as i keep starting at the video.

"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?" I asked Haley. "Sure." She said. 

*****

That night, the boys and I were sitting at a bar as we looked over the newspapers and the pictures Haley forwarded us. "So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Sam said as he opens John's journal.

"Any before that?" Dean asked and I pull out newspaper articles to show him. "Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack." I said as I show him The Lost Creek Gazette.

GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!

UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA

HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'

Then Sam pulls out his laptop. "And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936." He said as opens the laptop, which already has a window open to Tom's video. "Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out." I said as Sam pulls up the video and goes through three frames of the video one at a time.

A shadow crosses the screen.

"Do it again." Dean said and Sam repeats the frames. "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." I explained and Dean hits Sam, making him look up.

"Told you guys something weird was going on." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam mutters as he closes the laptop.

"We got one more thing." Sam said and he hands over another newspaper article. "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive." I said to Dean as he looks at the Gazette.

"Is there a name?" He asked and I nodded.

*****

"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—" Mr Shaw said to us as we stood inside his house. "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam asked while Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.

"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" I asked but Shaw stays silent. "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" Dean asked, but again he says nothing.

"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it." Dean said to Shaw. "I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make." Shaw said as he sits down.

"You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did." Shaw said, sadly, then Sam sits down across from Shaw. "Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" Sam asked him.

"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard." He replied after he pauses for a few seconds.

"It came at night?" I asked him and he nods. "Got inside your tent?"

"It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it." Shaw replied then he looks at us, the horrors of that night filled his eyes.

"Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming." He said.

"It killed them?" Sam asked.

"Dragged them off into the night." Shaw replied then he shakes his head.

"Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since." Shaw replied as he takes a breath then his hands goes to his collar. "Did leave me this, though." He said and he opens his collar to reveal three long scars, claw marks. The boys and I look at this in shock. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon." Shaw said to us.

****

Later, the boys and I walk the length of the motel corridor with rooms on either side. "Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls." Dean said to us. "So it's probably something else, something corporeal." Sam said and Dean looks at him.

"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor." Dean grumbles, sarcastically. "Shut up." Sam mumbles.

"So what do you think?" I asked Dean. "The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it." Dean said.

Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun. He puts some guns in a duffel bag. "We cannot let that Haley girl go out there." Sam said to Dean. "Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" I asked him.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend." Dean said as he picks up the duffel.

"Finding Dad's not enough?" Sam asked, angrily, as he slams the weapons box shut, then the trunk. "Now we gotta babysit too?" He asked and Dean and I look at him.

"What?" Sam asked us.

"Nothing." Dean and I said as Dean throws the duffel bag at Sam and walks off. Sam stares after him then looks over at me, I shrug then walked away.

*****

The next day, we pull up to the forest where we see Haley, her brother Ben, and another guy. Sam and Dean get out of the car while I get off my bike. Sam opens the back door of the Impala and pulls out two duffel bags then hands one of them to me. "You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked them. "Wait, you want to come with us?" Haley asked us.

"Who are these guys?" The guy asked her. "Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue." Haley replied as Sam heads past everyone.

"You're rangers?" The guy asked us.

"That's right." I said to him.

"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley asked us and Dean looks down at himself. "Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Dean said to her.

"And trust me, that is a sight you don't want to see." I teased and Dean looks over me.

"How would you know? You've been thinking about me in shorts?" He asked, a flirtatious look on his face, and I let out a laugh. "Yeah, you wish." I said as we walk past Haley.

"What, you guys think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The unknown man said to us.

"Believe me, we know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all." I said and we head into the woods.

*****

We hike through the forest, the man now we known named Roy was in the lead, the rest of us were bringing up the rear. "Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean said to him. "Yeah, more than a little." Roy replied. "Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean asked him.

"Mostly buck, sometimes bear." Roy replied as Dean passes Roy.

"Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean asked him, sarcastically, then Roy grabs Dean. Sam and I look on, waiting to see if we needed to intervene. "Whatcha doing, Roy?" Dean asked.

Roy grabs a stick and pokes the bear trap Dea  had almost stepped in. "You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger." Rot sneered then he drops the stick and retakes the lead.

"It's a bear trap." Dean said as he looks over at the rest of us and I shake my head and rolled my eyes. Then we hiked on when Haley catches up to Dean. "You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffelbag. You're not rangers." She accuses then she grabs Dean's arm.

"So who the hell are you?" She asked him as Ben walks past them then Sam and I look at him as we come up to them.

Dean indicates us with an expression that tells us to go on by and we obey as we walk on

*3rd Person POV*

Dean watches his brother and his best friend walk off before he looks back at Haley. "Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat." Dean said to her.

"And what about her?" Haley asked, nodding towards (y/n). Dean looks over at (y/n) and felt his heart beating a little faster before he looks back at Haley. "She's a long time friend of ours that's helping us." Dean replied. 

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" Haley asked him. "I'm telling you now. This is probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman...besides (y/n). So we okay?" Dean asked her and she stares at him.

"Yeah, okay." She said, nodding.

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" He asked then he pulls out a big bag of peanut M&Ms and sticks his hand in the bag as he hikes on. Haley waits a moment, then follows him.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy said as he leads us to another section of the woods. "What coordinates are we at?" Sam asked him as he and I walk up to him. Roy pulls out a GPS, which reads N 35° 45.383, W 111°00.55.

"Thirty-five and minus one-eleven." Roy replied as Dean comes up to us

"You hear that?" Dean asked us and we listened to the silence.

"Yeah. Not even crickets." Sam remarked.

"I'm gonna go take a look around." Roy said and he started to walk ahead. "You shouldn't go off by yourself." I said to him and he turns to me. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me." He said then he waves his gun and retakes the lead.

I turn back to the others as Ben and Haley catch up. "All right, everybody stays together. Let's go." I said and we walk on until Roy shouts. "Haley! Over here!"

Haley runs towards Roy's voice, followed by us, until we come to a halt.

"Oh my God." She whispered as we see tents all torn open and bloody and all the supplies were scattered. "Looks like a grizzly." Roy remarked as Dean, Haley and I look around.

"Tommy?" Haley shouts as she takes off her backpack and goes through the campsite. "Tommy!"

Sam moves to catch up with Haley and tries to shush her but she continues to yell out for her brother. "Shh-hh-hh!" Sam shushed her.

"Why?" She asked, angrily.

"Something might still be out there." Sam replied.

"(Y/n)! Sam!" Dean shouts. Then we go over to Dean, snapping a stick, and crouch next to him. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird." Dean said as the three of us stand up.

"I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog." I said to the boys. Dean then goes back to the campsite and Sam and I follow. Haley picks up a bloody cell phone and she begind to cry. She turns the phone over and the back is open. Dean crouches next to her.

"Hey, he could still be alive." Dean assures her and she gives him a look.

"Help! Help!" A voice shouted, making us all jump. Roy then leads the way as we run to the aid of the shouter. "Help! Somebody!" The voice screamed but so far we didn't find anybody.

"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" Haley asked as we stopped and listened, but whoever was screaming...they stopped.

"Everybody back to camp." Sam said and we start to make our way back.

****

Back at the campsite, all of our supplies were missing. "Our packs!" Haley shouts. "So much for my GPS and my satellite phone." Roy grumbles.

"What the hell is going on?" Haley asked. "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." I pointed out.

"You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy said and I start to add everything together before I turn to Sam and Dean.

"I need to speak with you guys. In private." I said and we head a little ways away from the group. "Let me see John's journal." I said and Dean hands it over. I flip it open then flip through until I find a particular page.

"All right, check that out." I said as I points to a drawing of a figure.

"Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west." Dean said, exasperated. "She's right, Dean. Think about it, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice." Sam said and I point and nod at him.

"Great." Dean grumbles, annoyed, then takes out his pistol.

"Well then this is useless." He said as I give him back the journal. "We gotta get these people to safety." I said to the boys and Sam nods.

****

Back at the campsite, Sam addresses the group. "All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated." He said to them. "What?" Haley asked. "Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it." Roy said, cocky, and I roll my eyes at this.

"It's not him we're worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now." I said to Roy

"One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders." Roy said as he starts to walk right up to me but Dean goes to stand between us.

"Relax." Dean said to him, firmly, while Sam comes up next to me. "We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? We're trying to protect you." Sam said then Roy steps right into Sam's space.

"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night." Roy sneers while Sam glares at Roy. "Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here." Sam said and Roy laughs.

"You know you're crazy, right?" Roy said. "Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—" Sam started to say when Roy started to attack Sam.

"Roy!" Haley shouts as Dean and I stop the fight and I push Sam away while Dean pushes Roy away.

"Chill out." Dean said.

"Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." Haley yells and we look around at her.

"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." I said, calmly.

"How?" Haley asked and I smirked.

****

Night had fallen and we had built a campfire. Dean and I were drawing some symbols in the dirt around the campsite while Haley pokes at the fire. "One more time, that's—" Haley started to ask but Dean answers her. "Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them." He replied. Roy laughs, a gun over his shoulder.

"Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy." I said and Dean looks over at Sam, who was sitting at the edge of the campsite.

I sighed and looked over at Dean. He stares at me and I nod, encouragingly, then he looks down then goes over to Sam and talks to him. "Sooo...you guys are friends?" Haley asked me once I finished making the symbols.

"Yeah, ever since we were kids." I said as I look over at her.

"And there is nothing going on between you and those two?" She asked and I looked over at her in disbelief. "No, there's nothing going on." I said, firmly.

"And you guys hunt monsters like these...wendigos?" Haley asked me. But before I can answer, Rot speaks up. "Don't fall for this crap, Haley." Roy growled. Haley rolls her eyes as I let out a sigh.

"To answer your question, yes." I replied. She nods and was about to say something else when a twig snaps.

"Help me! Please!" A voice screams and I pull out my pistol while Dean stands and readies his gun. "Help!" The voice screams while Sam shines his flashlight around. "He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean said as he and Sam come back over to us.

"Inside the magic circle?" Roy asked, skeptically. "Help! Help me!" The voice shouts again then something begins to growl. Roy points his gun at the sound.

"Okay, that's no grizzly." Roy said while Haley goes to Ben. "It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise." She said to her brother when something rushes past. Haley shrieks.

"It's here." Sam said and Roy begins to shoot at the rustling, then again. "I hit it!" He shouts and he goes to see what he hit.

"Roy, no! Roy!" I shouted as I chase after Roy.

*3rd Person POV*

"(y/n)!" Dean shouts, fearfully, then he turns to Haley and Ben. "Don't move." He orders then Haley picks up a stick and holds it, burning it at one end, as a weapon. Dean and Sam run after Roy and (y/n). Dean's heart was pounding in his chest when he couldn't see her at all but he was able to hear the footsteps.

"It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy shouts while (y/n) said. "Roy! Don't!"

But she stops running when the wendigo reaches down from the tree and snaps Roy's neck.

"Roy!" (Y/n) shouts as the boys make their way to her and Dean grabs her arm as Sam pans his flashlight around the forest before they head back to the campsite.

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[isnt-it-pretty]

Wip #6

The other wips I've posted are linked in this post.

This piece was inspired by this post I made because I wanted to write a fic with a visually impaired character. I'm actually visually impaired, although differently from what I gave Cyno.

It was written pre windblume so there's no Cyrus in Cyno's backstory.

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Cyno didn't need to see to use the Akasha. It was a blessing he hadn't anticipated upon arriving at the Akademiya-- he'd been prepared to squint down at books, trying to read the letters his eyes refused to focus on until pain blossomed in his head. Instead, he sits in his dorm room, the curtains pulled closed so that the light won't bother him, and sorts through the knowledge instantly available to him. 

Unfortunately for him, the Akasha didn't have everything. Or at least, Cyno wasn't authorized to view everything. He had less access than his peers did, despite being in the same classes-- a testimet to how unwanted he was in the Akademiya, and another reason he hid the truth. 

If everybody knew, it would only be another thing that set him apart, another card stacked against him. No, he would make do as he was. 

He stood in the library, trying to ignore the quiet study groups dotted around the room. Most of them ignored him in return, but even without seeing, he could sense the eyes of some lingering on his back. It made him anxious, the sleeves of his robes pulled down to cover his hands as he tried to find the book he needed. The spines were blurred into a mess of colours, the titles and authors indistinguishable-- the only reason he knew he was in the correct section was because he swallowed his pride and asked. At least the librarian had been friendly as she pointed him in the right direction. 

The thing about Cyno was that he could see, just not well. He had no problem distinguishing movement or light from shadow. Bright lights gave him headaches that pounded against his skull, and could only focus through one eye at a time, but he could still see. It just meant reading was difficult, as was taking notes and tests. And, of course, he couldn't find the books he needed. 

"Need some help?" somebody asked, and Cyno flinched. 

Normally it was more difficult to sneak up on him, but he'd been distracted. 

"Sorry," they said, their voice deep and masculine as they rubbed the back of their neck. "I didn't mean to surprise you. You just looked like you could use some help."

Cyno narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust whoever this was-- just a blur of gold and green. Nobody ever wanted to help him. 

The other student didn't seem bothered by his reaction, instead stepping into the space next to Cyno to look at the books. 

"Which are you looking for?" he asked, and Cyno hesitated. 

On one hand, he didn't want to give anybody an opening to ridicule him. On the other, at this rate he wouldn't find it at all. 

"The Ambient Elemental Fluctuations of Visions in Relation to Leyline Overflows," he replied. 

The student hummed, his eyes presumably scanning the texts. A moment later, he stepped forward and pulled a book off of a high shelf-- higher than Cyno could have reached. 

"This one?" he asked, handing the book to Cyno. 

Cyno accepted it and squinted down at the cover. The letters were larger than the spine, and while he couldn't see them all, he could make out enough to know it was the correct book. It was. 

"Thank you," Cyno said. He held the book to his chest and looked at the other student, struggling to make out his face. 

He thought the other boy smiled, but it was difficult to tell. 

"Anytime. Oh, I'm Kaveh by the way."

"Cyno," he said.

Kaveh seemed kind. Cyno wasn't sure how to respond to that. He half expected that when he turned his back, Kaveh would do something cruel, but when he muttered a quiet thank you a second time and scurried away, nothing happened.

-End-

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Note: As a visually impaired person I hold blind and visually impaired characters very close to my heart. As usual I'm begging you to research and avoid common tropes when writing these characters, because of I see another blind seer character or "dead/souless eyes" I'm going to scream.

#genshin impact #cyno #my wips #my writing #hurting cyno like it's my god given right #genshin #chronically ill genshin #chronically ill cyno #i use those tags for general disability as well #kaveh #cyno & kaveh

[clingyduofan]

8, 9, 18, 19?

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already answered 8 here!

9. What are you currently trying to improve?

my anatomy mainly! i've been doing some figure studies lately and it's been a lot of fun. also trying to use more references for shading and be more conscious about the values in my pieces :]

18. Do you have any larger projects you’d like to pursue? Like comics, shortfilm, a series etc?

yes!! i'd love to start doing animatics. i'm working on one right now actually but i want to start doing them more often cause i have soooo many ideas and the thought that they'll never see the light of day makes me so sad

19. Favourite character(s) to draw?

PRINCEZAM! i love his big stupid smile i'm always so happy when drawing him ^_^ subz comes in close second though, not sure why i just really enjoy drawing him

#ask #ask game #aside from animatics i'd also really like to try and make some comics.. but that can wait

[libelelle]

I love ur AU idea so much!!! Do u think u can teach me the ways of sonic fan art o wise one 🥹!

thank you!!! (!!)

boy i dont know if i should be pained that you asked this question ( I Am A Bad Teacher) or glad ( i actually have something to say)

so if you dont know, im a very new sonic fan. i've been drawing sonic stuff since august. Before this i had never drawn sonic before. like drew exclusively human people. this means that learning to draw sonic was a learning experience for me for sure.

so assuming you were asking for advice, im putting it all under a read more since it is a little longer than i intended. tee hee (also sorry if the advice is a little too basic! this is from when i first started drawing sonic stuff so)

now before i start like. i am not a professional by any means, i don't have the secrets of art, etc etc. you decide what you like in your art and my guidelines might not always apply to you, if at all. your art style is yours first, and you pick the rules.

alright! the first thing i had to figure out (and tbh still am) is proportions! having mostly drawn humans and having developed my entire art style around drawing people, sonic proportions threw me for a loop. i was almost. ALMOST tempted to try to adapt with what i already had.

the issue with that is that human proportions and sonic proportions are wildly different like. these are not compatible.

(also say hi to my oc! hi Eira!)

the proportions for sonic are, naturally, very cartoony. trying to give them more realistic proportions can make everything feel off and well... think about the og model for the sonic movie. overall when i draw sonic character (this varies!!) the head is either larger or equal to the torso. hand and feet are a oversized and eyes are. big. the short of this is study the proportions of a character! see how certain part of their body compare and don't be afraid to try a new style!

another thing i learned is for drawing their. uh. muzzles? face circles? idk. the part where their sily mouths and noses go. that part. the basic shape of them is like. an oval with three bumps on the top. like this:

when i first tried drawing sonic i noticed this right away and. stuck to it. too much. but it doesn't always look like that! there are a lot of things that can change its shape such as perspective, expression and, obviously, the character.

perspective can mess with how prominent those bumps are, as well as the shape of the oval, based on the angle.

expression will push and stretch this shape with the mouth (thinnk about how your cheeks move when you move your mouth!)

characters can have different shapes as well!! knuckles muzzle (the big bump) is more prominent when i draw him, because his snout is longer. i also draw tails with little sharper of a bump, not that its super noticeable

this is a super specific thing to talk about but im saying because it applies everywhere. nothing is going to be 100% static so have specific rules about how something looks isnt going to help you with drawinf the characters in new and dynamic poses. their eyes, bodies, ears, etc etc etc all move and are affected by movement. its a lot to think about at first, but work on understanding it all one at a time, then practice it in combo!

finally, since this is already so long, the tried and true and frankly mildly annoying piece of advice:

practice!! give yourself time to adapt to drawing the characters!! just by drawing them you'll see the way it looks evolve over time, from habit and from integrating new details and new ways of approaching it.

for reference, one of the earliest drawings of sonic in my sketchbook (Aug. 13) and one i did a few hours ago!

these were done ehhhhh 2 months ago????? has it been that much already?

point is: these are very different drawings, which comes from experience. i experimented a lot and also have years of drawing experience under my belt, so it came pretty quickly for me. its still not perfect, but via studying the characters (or spending all my time staring at silver idk its the same thing to me) and pulling at details from styles i like, i definitely have been and will continue to improve!

i hope this is helpful in some way, to how you draw the characters and how you approach art in general!! i also hope that this was clear enough guidance since it was just me talking about things i did for the entire time lmfao.

#aughhhh this took so long to make #anyways ive never done advice like this before so like idkkkk #i have a drawing of sonic in eiras proportions btw. it was #well it was weird i didnt add it because he scwares me : ( #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #ask #pepperpup111 #sonic artventure

[that-gay-jedi]

pumpkin— how do you feel about horror movies? do you like psychological thrillers more or jump-scare oriented movies?

I prefer audio horror, but I like horror movies too! I used to watch so many I would get desensitized, take a break from screens to reset, and then watch some more lmao. I'm a bit behind these days because of full time job and my Star Wars obsession eating my whole entire brain forever.

I like practically anything except jump scare based (and the occasional jump scare but I get tired of them quickly and am picky about them lmao). Psychological horror's great, supernatural horror is great, old school monster flicks are great, pure mindfuck horror that plays with your sense of reality, psychosocial type horror like Jordan Peele, meta-horror (like the original Candyman or if Cabin in the Woods had actually been good), etc. I also like a lot of absurdist or existential dread based crap with horror-adjacent messages and themes (think Synecdoche, New York).

In terms of audio horror, I've listened to every free episode of The Nosleep Podcast to date and kept a written list of which stories were particularly good organized by episode and title so I can relisten. I've done the same with the Chilling Tales For Dark Nights podcast. For things that are more serial than anthology, I'd recommend The Orphans (space based scifi survival horror) and my newest obsession, the scifi character-driven drama Give Me Away, which I'm not sure I'd call horror but whenever I pitch it it has a very horror-sounding premise lmao. I also totally went insane for the worldbuilding in The Magnus Archives and made a note of certain episodes of it that are amazing as both standalone pieces and part of the larger story.

I've seen that Give Me Away has exactly zero fanworks on AO3 and someday I want to remedy that with a series of crossover shorts that would double as character studies of our favourite Star Wars characters through the lens of the "radical hospitality" of the alien rescue program from Give Me Away. How their screening process would go, their motivations for volunteering for the program, what traits the personality experts would look for in which prisoner to pair them with, etc.

I already have an Obi-Wan chapter and an Anakin chapter planned out, I'm working on a few of the clone troopers I think might be open to volunteering, and if I ever finish those I'd be doing Padme, Bail Organa, and several of the OT characters next. Eventually if I ever finish all those I'd do some of my Glup Shitto blorbos from sw books like Master and Apprentice, Jedi Trial, Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor, and the Jedi Quest series lmfao I'm fucking broken as a human being

It is my personal and extremely biased opinion that EVERYONE should listen to Give Me Away (I'm not being paid to promote this and I don't know any of the actors or creators I'm just autistic), it's only like 8 episodes and most of which are like half an hour long but it changed my entire outlook on life in a similar degree to the Star Wars prequels lmao.

#horror movies #the magnus archives #nosleep podcast #star wars #sw books #star wars prequel trilogy #star wars original trilogy #give me away #the orphans #blorbo from my movies #blorbo from my books #asks #autumn ask game #Suspicious-whumping-egg

[yoiku]

Just feeling like unpacking and sorting out some thoughts on this wonderfully rainy morning (begone, roadside dust!!)

Now, I've always been the type to post new art the moment it's done. Posting stuff only on Patreon has still proven easier than I expected. Perhaps since i am still posting stuff -somewhere- it doesn't feel as weird, even though I do miss the interaction from posting on socials. But that'll be back once I have a buffer big enough to keep Patreon relevant. It's also getting easier on letting posting on social wait as time goes by, lol. Actually thought that what if I make the publish gap with the comic even bigger, like several months between Patreon/other sites. But aaaah, I really do want to get it out. It might create more of a gap with time anyway. And the best way to get new people interested in my Patreon is to have interesting stuff out there in the wild. And I'll be honest, it feels validating af to see even a few people willing to spend money to access my Patreon.

It's still conflicting sometimes, because I would really want to keep my stuff available to everyone without paywalls. Art in general is meant to be shared and should be accessible to everyone, this is something I feel on a larger scale. Things like commissioned, unique pieces are luxurious though. They are after all often personal as well. Artists don't live on grants and stipends, hell, even those are usually available for artists who have already made a name for themselves on a larger scale/are well connected. Majority I know struggle with part time jobs, unemployment, studying or are disabled, barely scraping by what they can get in terms of welfare etc. I'm no different. I'm on welfare due to health reasons + in debt, so basically I don't have any "extra" money at the end of each month left for nice things™. And if I do, it usually goes to paying a larger portion of debt away. Sometimes I spend and always regret it later, lol. But if you -never- get to treat yourself even a little, life starts to feel quite depressing. I know so many people are in the same kind of position, where it's just not possible to pay for more than 1-2 subscription services monthly, or none. So having my art behind a Patreon paywall of any kind feels bad, knowing I would likely not be able to afford it myself, lol. Will it ever be easy to combine the thought of art + money without having dreadful crapitalism thoughts creep in? Probably not.

I still want to do my best to pick up some commissions as well, I need to create some sort of hidden stash of money now that I have the cat. Because when (inevitably at some point) a trip to the vet happens, that's going to be at least a hundo no matter what. And when the last trip to the vet arrives, that's gonna be closer to 300-400 with all the cheapest options. (hopefully not anytime soon, but something i have to take into account) I am currently working on a painting comm and might have another one coming up as well, which is giving me much joy. Watercolours are a lot of work, but they're less taxing in the sense that there's only so much detail you can do compared to digital, and tradi allows the happy little accidents with the medium. So it's easier to feel like I did my best wihtout having the thought "ah... i should've kept fixing it"(without asking for more money bc I gotta do better ad infinitum) So I'm really happy peeps have shown interest in tradi comms, even though I'm not very well versed in techniques with those. Learning tho!

My head's been in a relatively good place for a good while now, all things considered. But I have to pull the brakes on myself every now and then because I know it only takes one hard hit in the old mental health for all of it going to shit in the blink of an eye. So I'm trying to tread carefully, prep and plan while keeping the bar set low enough.

Mom has moved to hospice care, which also means that getting the phonecall about her passing can also be any day now. I feel like I've made my peace with it, but even if it doesn't initially hit hard, I'm pretty sure it will bring some mental struggle later. And there will be the whole episode of handling her stuff afterwards. Thankfully there won't be any wealth to distribute, so likely all the mandatory/legal expenses will be handled by welfare. How dreadful that even in that, money is the first thing to have to worry about, huh.

At least the sun has returned from the winter jail, bright days lighten the mind.

#behind a cut just because i think it might get long #shut up yoi #mostly just art thoughts #some mom updates at the end

[doctorguilty]

There's a ton more I could say about ai art stuff but I'm gonna take a break from it I think cause I don't wanna like overload you guys with The Discourse even if I'm being positive about it, but I just really wanted to talk about and demonstrate the usefulness of the tool in regards to concept art since that's a big one ppl like to point to as a job that that become obsolete, like, it won't and I just wanna reassure you that. If you're aspiring to be in that field it may be worthwhile to familiarize yourself with an ai software because the software may become more common in industry studios to the extent that like, employers would like seeing that on a resume, in the same way they like seeing experience in like the Adobe suite and like whatever other relevant software is commonly used in whatever thing like games or animation etc, and there is a possibility it will be a commonly expected as Adobe stuff to the point where applicants with experience/portfolio pieces utilizing ai will make them more favorable because they have experience with a software the company uses, but again that's literally not anything novel to the art industry changing with tech, like if you're someone who does all their digital work in SAI and never touched the Adobe suite applying for an industry job that's gonna put you at a disadvantage, (though not necessarily eliminate you completely) the difference though is that the Adobe suite had been around forever bit the ai software is new so in fact a lack of experience probably wouldn't be nearly as significant as the former, they would probably train you on whatever they're using which, like I mentioned in my other posts abt concept art, you're not gonna sit there and click a button for 8 hrs and go home you'd be following whatever the typical process is in terms of like, the settings used for their ai, and then building on the images you generated, and that's just like hypothetically if the job itself wanted that, on your own time you can use it or not use it, there may in fact be a pattern that concept artists who utilize ai art software have a larger volume of quality work compared to their peers who don't utilize it but that's not because they're making instant art it's because they're doing what I mentioned in my prev posts like, expediting the first steps of the coming up with baseline stuff, the steps you might just sit there for 5 hours and draw a blank while they're already making a bunch of those sketch pages I did as an example, if that threatens you like I get it in a way but at thr same time that's like being threatened because you're doing your inking on paper by hand and someone else is inking digitally, the latter tool is just making a whole bunch of steps faster and easier with much more versatility like, access to the entire color wheel while you only have whatever ink colors at your desk you have to spend time mixing to get other colors. I think the understanding of this also requires some level of experience doing industry work or being educated in it on a higher level (as in like higher education study/training) (which I have) and the overwhelming majority of people I've seen getting obscenely upset are people who don't work in industry art or go to school for it or pursue it like djfjskfsjdb what jobs are you losing they aren't even jobs you're trying to get........ people who do like commissions on patreon for a living up in arms, that isn't going anywhere

Anyway yeah so that's that I type in walls of text when I only want people who are like actually Listening to me to bother reading it a protective enchantment

#long post #seth speaks

[wordswithkittywitch]

I just woke up from a dream that I was watching some older British panel show and Sean Lock had been given a sombrero for some reason so he put it on, got up, and started dancing. I was just thinking that he was terribly funny and it was a shame he's passed, when my mother and my sister come in and we start talking. I don't remember about what, but after a few minutes I look at my dresser, and it's the old one I replaced several years ago, which was in terrible repair before I smashed it to pieces to fit it in the trash.

I ask in absolute confusion where my dresser is. They reply in confusion that it's right in front of me. I start to get agitated and explain that the dresser we're looking at is now in little pieces in a landfill, that we replaced it with a larger, studied dresser two years ago, that Willow and John helped me move it, and that Willow ought to remember that because it was an absolute nightmare given it was my height and weighed almost twice what I do, and getting it up what did not seem like a narrow staircase until we had started was nearly an hour-long process.

Strangely, they both get stern at this point and tell me that I won't get out of jury duty by pretending to be insane. I reply that I don't need to pretend to be insane to get out of jury duty, I've only ever gotten one summons, I informed them I'm being treated for mental illness and that I had concerns about my objectivity in any case that resembled my trauma, and that I've never been summoned again. They get crosser and inform me that I do have jury duty later this week no matter what I say, so I loudly announce this is a dream. I usher them out of my bedroom, telling them, "Goodbye, I'm going to try to wake up now, I love you, except you aren't actually real you're just my mind's projection of my family so whether or not I actually love you is a discussion I'm not going to get into right now. Goodbye John, who I assume is downstairs but this is a dream and you're not in the room so my mind might now have bothered making you."

So it gets into my head that I will wake up easier if my bedroom is more like it was when I went to sleep (though clearly, I can't do anything about the wardrobe) and I go to turn off my computer. As I'm doing so, I take a minute and make sure I'm actually reading the drop-down menu. And I was, even though the UI seemed to be less than half of what it normally was. But "Restart, Shut Down, Log Off" are all in their usual places. And I think, "They say you can't read in dreams. I knew that was bullshit." and I go to bed. I'm vaguely aware that there seems to be a kitten curled up at my feet, and I think that's nice for a minute, and then I wonder if there being a kitten when all of our cats are grown and none of them were there when I went to bed will be a problem, but then I woke up. At least I hope I'm awake. I'd be annoyed if I typed all this and then woke up again.

The thing to keep in mind, I'm told, in dream interpretation, is the emotions involved in the dream. Which was mostly annoyance, being quite sure of myself, and being further annoyed that no one else was listening to me.

#dreams

[frillability]

Clothing Thoughts in 2024 with Klippel Trenaunay Syndrome and Lymphedema

My @shopmyviolet order will be here soon! 💜🌸✨ I've been working on adding to my pastel wardrobe , and experimenting with everything will be a lot of fun! I love the mix of frothiness, layering to build shape, playfulness, and gentle silhouettes. What I find most impressive is that My Violet is able to make an adorable, maximalist garment extremely wearable and comfortable.

I've ordered from them previously, and their 100% cotton Babydoll (1. 2.) and Cadoodle dresses are items I end up wearing every week. They save the day every time I need something non-restrictive, but I still want to look cute. I especially appreciate they are a small, woman-owned business who produces ethically, and their sizes go up to 5X. As of 22 March 2024, their 5X is sized - B: 60-63", W: 54-57", H: 64-67". You can find the whole size chart here.

One very annoying thing about my long list of chronic illnesses are the issues with clothing. It sounds minor, but the wrong clothing for me could lead to life threatening issues, so I have to be exceedingly cautious. Within the last 8 years, as Lymphedema developed, my body has become extremely "picky" about pressure. It's a long explanation, but basically, I end up needing garments a certain amount larger than what my size should be to prevent blood clots and lymph clogs.

Lately, my creative goal has been, "Don't hurt me, but also fashion." It's a tall order. I find that pieces I can adjust are super helpful, i.e. items with lacing, multiple button or hook and eye "settings," and I've been looking for the perfect wrap skirt or dress.

Elastic bands, when they are actually putting pressure on me, are my worst enemy. However(!), if I can buy (x) garment with elastic in waist big enough that there are inches to spare in the waist, even when seated, and it has a drawstring, or it will at least gently rest at my hips instead of my waist---we are in business. I do need a different type of pressure for medical assistance--compression garments!

So what's the difference between those and elastic bands? Elastic bands, even the wide ones, unevenly put pressure on a body that doesn't move its lymph fluid very well. It's sort of like if you were to wear a really tight hair band around your wrist all day. You know how it would get really uncomfortable and it might turn your skin a bit purple underneath? It's cutting off your circulation a bit!

My lymphatic and vascular systems don't do what they should, so they're very sensitive to little "insults." A compression garment, like a stocking, leggings, arm sleeve, or shirt, targets larger problem areas, helping the circulatory system where it's stressed instead of further stressing it. (Wearing a proper garment at the wrong time can also be bad! It's hard to nail down.)

They don't always have to be Rx garments. Over the years, I've adapted most of what I have because I was very dissatisfied with my first Rx garments. They didn't completely address my needs, and they are extremely expensive. With needs that shift and evolve and the medical industry very behind, I've found it better to help myself how I can.

Fashion is just something I like to have fun with. I'm not particularly well-dressed, and it's not what I studied. Nonetheless, wearing beautiful things makes me happy, and it gives me something to look forward to. My outfits tend towards tacky and garish, but I'm cool with being me.

#collage #pastel fashion #pastel aesthetic #kawaii #aesthetic #pastel #disability #chronic illness #shopmyviolet #text post #photo post #frillability #klippel trenaunay syndrome #lymphedema #fashion

[transunityhideout]

Disclaimer: This post is meant to spark discussion about a specific piece of transgender research that I found. Use the replies to share thoughts and experiences, bounce ideas off of each other, and suggest solutions to problems. DO NOT use these replies to shut people down by playing the "who has it worse" game, argue the semantics of word choices, or start/ participate in community infighting. Be kind and respectful to each other, Please & Thank you.

Study: Schilt, K., & Wiswall, M. (2008). Before and After: Gender Transitions, Human Capital, and Workplace Experiences. The B.E. Journal of Economic Analysis & Policy, 8(1). doi:10.2202/1935-1682.1862 [Read Here]

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I'm trying to get into the habit of reading more studies and I've decided that I should focus on research that relates to trans people. I found this one in a post that was I think under the transmisogyny tag and saved the link a while back. This is the first official study about trans people that I've read so far so here's my quick summary. Its been a few days since I originally read it and I made these notes from memory, so I'll edit them later if needed.

What this study shows:

Workplace discrimination has a basis in gender, not just sex.

Trans women experience lower income on average compared to their pre-transition selves and report more harassment.

Trans men experience the same or slightly higher income on average compared to their pre-transition selves and report more respect.

Potential drawbacks:

The sample size was small, meaning that rare and one-time events may appear more common than they actually are

This survey was carried out only at transgender conferences, meaning only the type of trans person who would/could attend conferences (primarily middle class) would have been surveyed. This is only one segment of the trans population which means the results may not carry over to all other parts of the trans community.

What can we do with this information?

Ask more questions to elaborate on these findings.

Carry out similar surveys on larger and more diverse groups to see if the numbers stay the same or if different parts of the trans community are affected differently.

Examine biases surrounding the concepts of femininity, womanhood, masculinity, and manhood, and make an effort to challenge these biases in our own workplaces.

So anyway, what are your thoughts? Anything you would like to add?

#trans #transgender #survey #gender transition #gender pay gap #FtM #MtF #Trans man #Trans woman #Discussion #transmisia #transmysogyny #transandromisia #statistics #feminism #mysogyny #sexism

[jeb1338]

OMG NOW YOU WANNA POST DKDHDHDHDHDHDH 🔥 😡 😂

Anyways! These were the pieces of art I did yesterday and the day before! AND THE DAY BEFOTE THE DAY BEFORE 😂 I'm honestly thriving ever since I decided to take a break from Twitter! My brains much more clear and stuff! Arts improving rapidly 👀 👌

The text below was supposed to be for the pictures down below 👍

Been busy! Yesterday, found a new way to think about gesture drawings! And I've been enjoying them a lot! Of course, I really should try and make a larger picture so I can actually get details in, make my characters some more. But imma go on Pinterest and do more anatomy studies later! Rn, I need to continue construction, perspectives, and gesture practices. 3d shapes and shi. It's what's holding me back. (WHICH I DID QUITE WELL IF YA ASK ME HOGOGOHIH

#new art tumblr #new artist #art #artists on tumblr #traditional art #traditional sketch

[screamsviakeyboard]

I feel like at this point we probably need studies to be done on the efficacy of shouting at apathetic, young, left-leaning non-voters. I'd be fine with it if it works, but it seems like one of those things that people wind up just doing because it feels right. Like, you imagine this person exists and then of course you want to yell at them because they make you angry, but do you know how large this group actually is, are you yelling in places that will reach them, and will this yelling result in a meaningful number of them changing their behavior?

IDK, I'm probably hoping for too much. The most likely explanation for the popularity of this "tactic" is just that it farms engagement via outrage, with clicks and comments from Dems mad at the purity obsessed left and leftists (both voting and non-voting) mad at the people who are mad at them. The fact that it's a palatable topic to write about for anyone outside of the specific group it targets is also likely contributing to its popularity, if you're on the right then you want to encourage radical leftists to vote for more centrists candidates and if you're a democrat then you're probably just as mad at these leftists for staying home. The fact that the articles and posts do well just further incentivizes you to make things that already feel good to make.

So I suppose I understand the reason for their popularity, but until I see evidence that they're Useful, I guess I'd just like them to stop. I already vote, but I'd like to see more positive campaigning from the Dems. The Infrastructure package, the Inflation Reduction Act, and the student loan debt forgiveness are all pretty big deals that I'd hope would be something worth campaigning on. Honestly though, they've pretty much faded from existence the moment they were passed. I've been trying to look up some examples of their positive impacts, but the Infrastructure thing is still trying to divvy out funding and is more of a decade long project for national infrastructure improvement than something quick and easy, and the Inflation Reduction Act has barely had time to even get going.

I found some stuff about the dams and lock systems in the Ohio river, a relatively small portion of the bill, which are apparently in an absolutely atrocious state. Like, they have nets to catch the pieces of concrete which break off from pedestrians, and parts of them are 100+ years old. When one of the two locks needs two month long maintenance there are nine day long delays for barges traveling through only the other. There's a 77 million dollar investment into repairing just one section of them that's gotten some coverage, but it's still too early to see the results. Here are some links I found.

Paywall on the last but it doesn't really say anything new. At any rate, I'm personally much more motivated to vote by stuff like. Hearing about real problems that have gone unattended for far too long and are actively being fixed by the administration makes me feel like I have a real government. That makes me want to vote for them! This is just a drop in the bucket for the larger bill too, there are so many things like this. We're surrounded by old and crumbling infrastructure and the administration, for all of its faults, is in the process of fixing that! Unless you have evidence that it works, stop telling the most apathetic yet still political group you can imagine to vote for the lesser of two evils, and start telling everyone to vote for something that's actually good!

#us politics #infrastructure #vote 2022