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mad-raptorzzz · 1 year

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[ID: A headshot drawing of two SandWing dragons from Wings of Fire. It is Sunny and Thorn, who are embracing each other for the first time. Thorn is larger and in back of the image, her head is gently holding Sunny's head close to her neck. She is looking slightly downwards at her daughter with tears of joy in her eyes and a soft smile on her face. She has warm brown eyes with dark sclera. She is tan with dark brown freckles throughout her face and neck. Her horns are dark grey. She has a few scars on the left side of her muzzle and along her neck. She wars a lot of jewelry: a red nasal piercing in the right nostril, two gold eyebrow rings on the left side, two gold clips with one red clip in the middle on the top of her left ear, gold hoop with a dangling orange stone in the left ear, a dark blue scorpion hanging earring in the left ear, and a copper chain with moonstones around her neck. She appears slightly scruffy. Sunny is a bright yellow dragon with a pale yellow belly. She has an orange frill with brighter streaks and some spikes sticking out. Her muzzle fades into a dark brown color. She also has happy tears in her bright green eye with pale sclera and a soft smile on her face. The lighting is very warm and calming. The background is a simple yellow gradient that is brighter in the top left and darker in the bottom right with some yellow spots here and there. /.End ID]

"Oh my little Beetle, I've searched every sand dune in the desert for you"

Probably the best mom in the whole series, well definitely the first arc. My favorite scene in book 5 is when Sunny and Thorn are reunited. It's adorable and it's nice to have a good parent for once. I also really can't figure out how I want SandWings to look. I know big ears for sure. But I can't figure out anything else. I've seen some camel-faced SandWings which are really cool, but I've also seen some with like leopard gecko tails to store water/food. And I've seen some really cool face/horn shapes. I am going to keep reworking them I think. Also, going to keep reworking my Sunny design because she's the dod I draw the least. I know I want a color point Sunny but not exactly how to do that.

#wings of fire #sandwing wof #sunny wof #thorn wof #they are very cute and thorn for sure calls her beetle still #thorn is also one of the best queens #i bet her and moorhen hang out sometimes #thorn also wears a lot of makeup and has like 2-3 tattoos #queen thorn #sandwing hybrid

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moons-of-dewclan · 3 months

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I was curious how to get your clan really set off? I recently (LIKE EARLIER TODAY JFJSJFJ) started my own clangen blog but idk if it's worthy of Tumblr😭

How can I improve my art and improve my process? You're one of my BIGGEST inspirations ngl you're literally him (or her or they I'm so sorry I never caught your pronouns) but I was just curious on how to be better? If you wanna look, don't. It's like, rlly bad so.... save your eyes. Have a lovely nighttt <33

HELLOOOOO I'M NOT 100% SURE WHAT YOU MEAN BY SET OFF I'M SORRY :{ if you mean to get people reading it, i think it's vastly just luck also appealing to an audience by accident i posted my art online for 10 years (i started posting in 2010 as a wee ka- told you i'm an adult haahahueu) before anyone showed consistent interest and i valued those two or so commenters who occasionally had something to say about my stuff, so much LAKSNLKD. that entire decade i got between 2 and 30 favourites for every piece i posted- usually between 2 and 10- until around 2021 when a making a comic aANNND joining a wolf ARPG group exposed me to many kindred art-enjoyers that wanted to keep up with my goofy stories then for some reason, i posted Dewclan's first page on tumblr and it got way more engagement than any other piece of art i've ever posted SO LAKSDNLKDAS WE CANNOT PREDICT THESE THINGS.. at least i can't if you're looking for engagement, pLS AIM FOR ENGAGEMENT THAT FEELS MEANINGFUL over anything else IN MY OPINION, and it's just my opinion- part of being 'better' is, first and foremost, being able to enjoy your art alone. and then being excited with what you choose to share! even if you don't care about your quality of art, care about the story. if you don't care about the story, care about the process and just having fun. but you have to have fun in doing it, and do it for your own eyes primarily. like if you were alone in a room and creating only for yourself! because, until you happen to find others who like what you're liking, you are then when someone is interested and you get to share that excitement, even that ooone comment on something you care about is OOGHHH SUCH A NICE FEELIN. enter communities, comment on other artists' work, try to make friends! but make sure to remember, if you create with the hopes others will like it, without liking it yourself, you're going to be really broken down if someone doesn't like it FOR you :{ loving your own art is tough work but it's integral to your longterm relationship with drawing ON IMPROVING.. for me, nothing is more integral to improving than finding a way to practice that suits you (looking at live figures doesn't help me at all. i don't know why. it's insane), and having fun doing it. i can't grasp anatomy unless i break it down with shapes. SHAPES ARE EVERYTHING. study the shapes of what you want to draw. break em down by tracing simple shapes over your subject. see if the leg is the same length as the head from muzzle to neck and lock that info in. STUFF LIKE THAT on the technical side of things, it can be super helpful to dedicate half an hour or so to drawing a day- eventually it becomes a habit and you just default to 'oh i think i wanna draw' when you've got nothing else to do. more drawing, more improvement!

HONESTLY THO another important thing is not putting yourself down. i know it's a hard habit to break (i struggle with it outside of art myself!), but it doesn't do you any favours. the more you rag on yourself, the more it'll manifest as something that actually damages your art, AND your relationship with it. let it be fun- don't sabotage yourself! you can be critical of your work and still kind! little tip here, improving can take a while, but experimenting with styles can make an INSTANT shift in how you perceive your stuff. ALSOOO EXPERIMENT WITH DIFFERENT BRUSHES FOR SKETCHING AND LINING. I PROOMISE. PLS DO IT. IT'S LIKE A MAGIC TRICK. i cannNNNOT sketch with a hard brush. everything looks horrible. marker brush tho?? so smooth. full of character. lovely. binary brush sketches? suddenly i'm Anime. pencil brush?? i digidevolve back into baby ka who loved to crosshatch and do semi realism. airbrush??? i explode into atoms actually

i find for a lot of people, they don't need to improve or be 'better' at art, they need to learn to enjoy what they're capable of doing now, and improvement is a byproduct. from what i've seen through the years, unless you work to curb it the negative view of your art will stick with you no matter what 'skill level' you get to bc the calls' comin from inside the house, yknow what i mean 3: it can be a long process to learn to accept your art, and sometimes you just plain grow out of it over time! but in the meantime it can't hurt to make efforts to fight your d e m o n s

I'M SORRY I WROTE SO MUCH IK YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS ALL IT ISN'T JUST TO YOU, ODESSY-CLAN BLOG RUNNER, IT'S AIMED AT ANYONE WITH ARTSY SELF DOUBTS. i hope i phrased everything kindly bc i meant it all kindly 3: i hate to see an artist doubt their work, but THERE IS NO SHAME IN IT. i want to encourage loving it regardless of any flaws tho, even though it takes time!

#kasks

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ohbo-ohno · 9 months

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more ghoap x reader petplay plz ?? my puppygirl heart is singing fr omg

yeah duh im never not thinking about this!!

super nsfw below the cut

sometimes simon makes you fuck in johnny's cage. it's not really big enough for it, but he loves to watch johnny's shoulders push against the bars of the cage, his hips bouncing off of it as he tries to get enough room to fuck you properly. you end up forced to the floor of it, maybe pushed right up to the bars and just staring out at the bedroom as you lose your fucking mind

forces you to kneel at the cage door, fucks you while you're locked inside. swings the door shut when he's done, leaves you alone for the rest of the night. throws a blanket over the crate so it's nice and dark for you to sleep :(

simon lays with you in his lap, your back to his chest, and holds johnny by a leash while he fucks you. pulls the leash when he wants johnny to thrust more, shoves him back by the chest when he needs to stop. sometimes he yanks real hard, pulls johnny off-balance and gives him a sloppy kiss for reward

when johnny gets too bitey with you simon muzzles him. a wire muzzle, one that lets him talk, but has a little cage in the shape of a snout covering his mouth. means he can't even put his lips to you, just moans and groans and slobbers desperately :/ begs the whole time for just one more bits, one more kiss

simon keeps you kneeling by his feet sometimes. runs a hand through your hair if he feels like it, but mostly just appreciates the warmth of your head on his knee

when you or johnny have been mad you get chained to a wall in the living room, left to sit on top of a dog bed. the chain is only long enough for you to kneel up, not long enough for you to stand or get off the bed :/ he leaves you muzzled, makes you sit there all day and watch how real people live

forces johnny to sleep at the foot of the bed when he's too horny. can't even handle cuddling up next to a pretty girl without wanting to fuck her :/ horny puppy. ties him down there when he keeps trying to sneak back up

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes

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pe0ple3ater · 3 months

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heyy lol, have this. pac/roier/cellbit, roier mean doming the fuck out of cellbit and pac. he's tired of them being Like That so he's going to fix it.

Roier understands why Cellbit can't get over Pac.

He's fucking pretty, laid out across their bed with his legs spread. Looking like a fucking dream, cunt red and puffy from Roier playing with him earlier. He's flushed and there's tears gathering in his eyes, Roier coos softly and reaches around Cellbit's waist to flick at Pac's little t-dick, watching the way his whole body flinches and his cunt clenches around nothing.

Roier also understands why Pac can't get over Cell.

He's biased, because Cellbit is his husband and the most beautiful man he's ever seen, but like this he's really something else. Naked save for the thick red leather collar around his neck and the black muzzle around his face. Roier is standing behind him, and Cellbit's tail is wrapped around Roier's waist. He's blushing a pretty pink down his chest, Roier's got his hand around the base of Cellbit's cock, which is hard and flushed and dripping. He's shaking with barely-contained need, his hair is a fucking mess from Roier pulling on it. He's the most beautiful thing Roier's ever seen. He turns his head and presses his face against Cellbit's neck, dragging his fangs against his skin and listening to the way his breath hitches and grinning at the shiver that runs down his spine.

"You're going to play nice, gathino?" Roier asks, running his hand up and down Cellbit's dick in one slow pull. Cellbit nods and whimpers, hips twitching into Roier's hand and chasing the sensation. Roier tisks and runs his other hand up to tangle in the back of Cellbit's hair, pulling his head back and pressing his lips against his husbands ear.

Pac whines at the sight, his legs spread wider and Roier grins wickedly.

"You need to be good, man, look at how needy Pac is" he mumbles, pulling twin groans from both Pac and Cellbit. They're so easy.

Roier keeps a firm grip on Cellbit's hair, but he pushes his hips forward and guides his dick to lay between Pac's folds. Pac groans and squirms, lifting his hips to try and get Cellbit inside of him. Roier releases Cellbit's dick for a second, and is pleased when he stays exactly where Roier left him, to land a harsh slap against Pac's thigh.

"You be patient, I'm trying to teach Cellbo a lesson," Roier scolds and grins at the way Pac yelps and twitches at the slap. Roier returns his hand to where it was previously and kisses at Cellbit's neck gently, releasing his hair to grab his hip and guide him to grind between Pac's folds. Cellbit moans and his head drops, eyes focused on where he and Pac are touching. Roier smiles and lets his head catch on Pac's entrance, making Pac whimper and squirm

"See, Cellbo, isn't it nice to be sweet and go slow? You can make him feel good without hurting him," Roier mumbles and makes sure Cellbit's dick drags against Pac's clit with every pass. Cellbit nods and his tail tightens around Roier's waist.

Pac is a fucking mess, unable to stay still, loud and unabashed. Roier is shocked he's not begging, though he supposes Pac is eager to be good. His hands are curled in the sheets, back arched and hips twitching eagerly up with every slick pass of Callbit's cock against his t-dick. Roier wishes he had his camera.

"You're being so good Pac, just hold on a little longer and you can use him however you want," Roier promises and feels Cellbit's shudder against his body.

He'll get them both into shape.

#qsmpnsfw #cellb!t #ro!er #p@c #mean dom ro my beloved #needy kitty cellb!t #he turns into putty when ro!er gets his hands on him #p@c is just there for the ride #ro!er is like “look! he can be a good kitty you just gotta make him be”#and p@c is like “please get his dick inside of me RIGHT NOW”#they're all freaks #I really liked writing this rip

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lazyneonrabbitt · 6 months

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Why didn't you tell me?

Daryl Dixon x Reader

You follow him into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺 🐺 🐺

Daryl was always a distant person, ever since you met at the farm. Over time you had gotten closer, bonding over shared skills and hunting together.

That did take some convincing on your side but eventually after having you so some practicing he started taking you along.

Right before the farm fell you even started sharing a tent. He cared for you a lot, and even though he hadn't said those three dreaded words it still showed through his actions.

When your group finally made it to the prison your cell was right next to where Daryl slept. You shared your first kiss in that cell, and many more in the watch tower.

But now that you were close all the time you started picking up on some of his more strange habits.

One of those being his periodic three-day hunts. They happened every month and were always three days, like clockwork. He did always bring back a really nice haul but you never believed his reasoning of seeing the best under the full moon's light.

Tonight he was leaving again. He had made sure the group knew he would be gone on one of his longer hunting trips but you only faked your belief and had plans of your own.

Shortly after he lad left you stalked out after him.

It was fairly easy to follow him as he left his bike close to the edge of the woods and went further in on foot. You followed far enough away for him not to notice and watched as he treaded through the forest with a clear path in mind. It all seemed to be normal until he reached what looked like a small stash box. Taking in your surroundings you noticed remnants of a watch post and a fallen tree only a couple feet away. You held your body entirely still as you watched your boyfriend set his weapons in the crate, followed by his winged vest and ..the rest of his clothing?

All you could do was watch. If he found you now you could kiss your relationship goodbye.

He stayed low as he looked up at the night sky, kneeling in the dirt of the clearing that let in the moonlight almost perfectly. The whole scene before you was one you would have loved to photograph back in the day. The dark lines of Daryl’s tattoos and the scars he had kept hidden from you until now standing out against the bright blue of the moon that cast an almost magical glow over the forest.

Your attention was quickly pulled back to Daryl as he let out a sound that sent you into a full body panic. Eyes wide, unable to look away you stared as he hunched over and let out a pained cry, his body twitching as he seemed to change shape, the faint sound of bones snapping caught your ears. It was like a scene from a horror movie where the main character runs into the monster that lurked in the forest near their vacation cabin. He writhed on the forest floor as you watched his spine tore through his skin and form a tail and his legs filled out and elongated into beast-like hind legs. Fur grew along his bulking out frame as the lower hand of his face seemed to push out into a muzzle before he stood before you, fully changed and howled into the night sky.

Your hands covered your mouth as you fought back a gasp as reality set in. You thanked the gods he didn’t hear you but instead crouched back onto all fours and ran off deeper into the woods.

You now knew why Daryl left for real, but couldn’t make it back to the prison in case you accidentally came across him and he’d see you. So you decided to stay put, staring around the area, hearing rustling leaves and padded steps from time to time. After a while you saw him again. His body low as he carried a large deer over his shoulders and a couple of rabbits between his teeth. He dropped them all off and went into the opposite direction to continue his hunting. Sniffing the air he followed his nose and walked off.

The waiting made you tired, finding it more and more difficult to stay awake as time passed and eventually nodding off every once in a while not noticing steps coming closer.

A huff of air on your face jolted you awake only to be face to snout with your maybe now not so loving boyfriend.

“Daryl?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, looking into his eyes and seeing the familiar blue ones you always loved to stare at. A snap of his jaw right at your nose made you back up even further into the tree before he backed away and snarled at you.

So he was clearly angry with you. “I’m sorry. I still love you, even like this.” You swallowed your fears and raised your hand to touch him. Reaching the side of his head you let your hand stroke his fur as you let out a shaky breath.

He blinked slowly at you and licked your cheek as he stepped back and turned around.

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” He looked back at you and nodded before walking off and letting you do the same.

Your walk back to the prison felt strange. A part of you wanted to back to sleep and kindly wait for your boyfriend to return and pretend like nothing happened, but the other voice in your head wondered what it would be like to stay with him in the woods and have your big and strong werewolf boyfriend warm you during the cold nights.

But for now you’d have to settle on that first option. Heading back into the prison as quiet as possible and wait for Daryl to come back home after the full moon nights had passed.

The days passed and you waited like you promised.

The second you heard his bike pull up to the game you readied yourself to go help him take his kills inside. And so you did. You assisted in taking the animals to be prepped for dinner and cooked for later days.

That night you go find him when he's smoking at the edge of the stone flooring outside and joined him in staring out into the night sky.

"I was out here listening for you the last two nights." He turns to face you, blowing the smoke of his cigarette to the side and away from you. "Yer a crazy bitch fer followin' me. Coulda killed ya if I didn't sniff ya out before I saw ya." You agreed with him. You realized that now after you had gotten back home and you felt bad for invading his privacy like that after he had clearly stated he'd be going out alone and wouldn't accept anyone joining him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

An answer didn't immediately came and you felt even worse now. Even with Daryl not cussing you out or chasing you out of the woods personally you still felt the effects of his angry snarls.

An arm wrapped around you as Daryl pulled you against his side. "Weren't sure ya'd believe me. An' too scared ta show ya."

You sighed as you let yourself fully melt into his side. "I'm sorry I followed you."

A soft kiss on your head reassured you it was all okay. "Next week we'll go out on a run together, I'll show ya properly, yeah?"

You threw your arms around him in embrace, thanking him for forgiving you.

You couldn't wait for his invitation to go on that run.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Another one of the suggested ideas of how reader would find out about her boyfriend's werewolf secret. This one was a lot of fun!

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolf #werewolf au

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adobe-outdesign · 4 months

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Could you review the ixi?

Briefly limited edition for a very short period after their release, Ixi are mostly just goats, and there's really nothing fancy about them beyond being goats (unless you want to count the collars). They are pretty nicely designed goats though, with distinct eye shapes, lots of black accents on the hooves, eyebrows, and horns, and some nice markings around the face and muzzle that really help to break up the body.

I also like the personality Ixis have, being mischievous and sort of sassy. This was more obvious in their old circle art, but you still get it a bit from the converted version as well. It's fun and helps make them stand out.

This might be a controversial Hot Take(TM), but I'd argue that Ixis mostly benefited from customization. The old art was just a bit janky all around—the circle pose mostly looks good, but the default happy poses could look kind of off. The converted version cleans up a lot of that, removing things like the second fur tuft on the head that's too close to the horn to be noticeable, the unpleasant lines around the mouth, the shaggy fur lines, etc.

It also refines some aspects, like giving the lighter tail tip an outline to match the rest of the lighter areas and fixing the hind torso, which was all kinds of screwed up on the original art. It also improves the eyes so they're closer to being the same size (it still looks a smidge off to me, but it's at least better). The shading is also less messy (what was up with that pink reflective light on the tail?), the eyebrows have been thickened to match the other black areas more, and it's easier to make out aspects of the design.

Another benefit is that the collars can be removed. I do think Ixi collars look better than Aisha collars (mostly because they can be interpreted as chokers when anthropomorphized, and they at least match the color of the eyes), but it's nice to have the option to remove it if one wants to.

However, there were a few things that don't look as good—namely, the head is both a bit too big and too wide compared to the original, giving it a weird rectangle shape that doesn't quite feel right. Here's a super quick edit of the converted version to try to get the point across:

Also, for some reason the chest fur also stops below the collar instead of under it, and the red Ixi's mouth is no longer the lighter shade like it is on every other Ixi. The sideways hair ruffle at the top is also weird due to them adding a line underneath. So overall an improvement—but not perfect.

Favorite Colours:

Mutant: What a great color! It's just messed up enough to look properly mutant-y, with the fangs, mismatched horns and ears, bipedal stance, spots, and a long, drooping tail. The color palette is subtle and muted, and it's detailed but still completely coherent as a whole. This design also didn't change with customization at all, so it's still as enjoyable as it ever was.

Grey: I already covered this one a bit in my grey color review so I won't get into it much here, but this color is great. The customized version is so-so (good as a neutral base, but the eyes look a bit weird due to lack of top lids), but the UC version is beautiful with its forlorned expression, huge droppy ears, and pretty dull red accents. Even the collar is drooping!

Robot: Converted robot Ixis unfortunately aren't very good—yes, they have to proportionally match the default base, but the chunky round legs, overly large head ridge, and completely botched shading look pretty bad. It looks weirdly rubbery in a really unpleasant way. On the plus side, the unclothed version is terrifying, so it has that much going for it.

However, the UC version is fantastic! It has a super sleek design that manages to look unusually elegant and cute for a robot pet, with a subtle dark green and black palette and high-contrast red eyes. There are lots of good details in there too, like how the neck matches the legs and ears.

#I didn't. realize I had so many opinions on Ixis before writing this #neopets #neotag #ixi #neopet reviews

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 9 months

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would love to read stories about haida eating and digesting some of the guys from the show

Would love to write some stuff featuring him!

H.aida wakes up with a groan, his head buzzing with a serious hangover. It takes him several seconds to realize where he even is. It's T.adano's limo, and the hyena is splayed over one of the seats. He rubs his face, trying to remember what happened last night. He knows that him and the donkey had gotten together last night to hang out. It started at the bar where they had a few drinks. It starts getting blurry from there. He must have gone back to the donkey's limo after...but he can't really remember. With a groan, H.aida sits up, hand still on his face. He can feel his stomach drop and there's a wet sloshing noise along with it. When he looks down, he sees that he's sporting quite the pot gut, and it's still bubbling heavily over something. "Wha..?" He presses his fingers into his stomach, feeling them sink in. There's no way this is just booze. H.aida presses down a few more times, and eventually, it works out a rather wet belch. The flavor on his breath is still alcohol but...something else, too. It tastes kind of nice and familiar but he can't place it. He looks around, hoping that T.adano is nearby and able to tell him what was going on. But he doesn't see the donkey anywhere. He sees his hoodie and shoes sitting on the ground haphazardly nearby, but no actual person. "What...the hell happened last night?" H.aida mumbles to himself, slowly rubbing along his gurgling gut. Those words seemed to be enough to activate the AI in the limo. "Allow me to show you last night's security footage," the synthetic voice responds. H.aida notices a screen show itself, showing him a video. It's footage of last night, showing a drunken H.aida and T.adano in the limo. The hyena's face begins to burn red as he watches himself start to grope and kiss T.adano. There's...no way he did that, right? But he's seeing it happen. He's watching T.adano try to take his clothes off while H.aida hungrily kisses him. He's only able to get his hoodie and shoes off before...before something even stranger happens. H.aida's kissing gets deeper, his muzzle spreading wider. Before long, he's engulfed T.adano's head and is gulping the donkey down. H.aida's stomach lets out a wet grumble against his hand, which hasn't stopped rubbing. He watches himself slurp down the last of the donkey and pass out near immediately. The footage speeds up from there, showing how H.aida's swollen, T.adano-shaped gut steadily shrinks down and loses its shape. It goes on all the way up until H.aida woke up, now with a belly a fourth the size. The hyena looks down at it, still a bit bewildered as it gurgles back at him. Only one thought can really come to mind. "...h-hey, can you...send that video to my phone?"

H.aida had to admit...the office he got from his promotion was nice. He liked the privacy. It was especially helpful for when he had to make some tougher decisions...such as layoffs and hires. The workload is really starting to show on his waistline. He's had to go up several sizes by now just to have something that he can wear to work, and it's still hugging him a bit tightly. He's already thinking about the fact that he's going to need a new outfit by tomorrow given how today went. His stomach fits snuggly under his desk, still bubbling and churning away. There's a stray kick or wiggle every so often but he knows that's going to fade soon. He had a layoff today, and that had been fine. The poor guy blubbered a bit and H.aida felt bad at the moment but...well, he's settled into hyena hips now for the most part. Then there were the interviews for new hires. The first had been some bright-eyed college kid with no real qualifications, and he went down without so much as a kick. The second was a much better option, but he showed up late and was aloof. He had a lot more energy when H.aida was gulping him down but his position in the company had already been decided by then. The last one had just been horribly boring, and H.aida couldn't focus on anything the guy said. He could only think about stuffing that droning mouth into his own...so he did. And that guy's still kicking around slightly, but it won't be long until that stops and he's chugging along with the rest. H.aida belches into his fist, using his other hand to knead into his gurgling stomach. A few more days like this and he'll start looking like T.on. Though...he's really not disliking the idea at all. If anything, the thought it weirdly exciting. Maybe there's another layoff or two he can make before the day is over. Just to be safe.

"Urgh...can't you stop moving..?" H.aida whines under his breath, glancing down at his gut. It's bulging around still, his prey kicking and squirming weakly. It wouldn't be such an issue if he wasn't hunkered down in an Internet Cafe as a place to live. He's been getting...a little desperate for meals, and it's turned in to him snacking on the other people that are spending all of their time here. There are a few problems with that. One, people notice when regulars stop showing up...or never even leave. And H.aida can't act like his round, bubbling gut isn't at least a little suspicious. Two, he's...gaining weight. Well, obviously that's going to happen, but it's especially bad when all the men he's been eating are lazy NEETs or unemployed, making them usually overweight. So the once thin hyena has been packing on the pounds and he doesn't really have the cash to be buying new clothes. Hacked up or stripped off hand-me-downs from whoever he's eaten for his meal at the time will only last so long. Third, they're all so whiny about it. Every guy he slurps down has complained and kicked and wiggled. And sure, H.aida's gut takes care of that eventually, but it can be hard to get the little sleep he already manages when he has an entire person making a commotion in his stomach. So, he sighs, leaning his head back in the chair while he kneads into his stomach. "Seriously, man...just die already..." His ear twitches a little hearing his own words. When did he get so callous..? His first meal he'd been real apologetic over the entire time. This is the...ah, H.aida hasn't been keeping track. He looks down at his stomach as it rumbles harshly. A wet belch escapes him, his prey thrashes slightly, and then goes limp. Just dead weight in his bubbling guts. He should...really hurry up and find a new job. Just...maybe...after a few more hours at his game. He pushes himself to the desk again, his gut squashing into the table. There's a couple cracks inside and H.aida burps again. He has the energy to play some more now, so a few hours...and then he'll get back to job hunting.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #weight gain #haidavore #aggretsukovore #ask

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hemipenal-system · 7 months

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2 - Muzzled

(author's note: this has some mild mentions of domestic abuse/implied sexual assault in it. read safely)

Siobhan tapped her foot anxiously against the floor of the train. She wasn't normally in this part of the city, especially not this late at night. She couldn't help but be stressed, and her music wasn't working at all to calm her down. Her damn earbuds already didn't fit these ears. They made specially shaped earbud tips for wolves, but they were expensive for only being useful three days a month. The stares she was getting weren't making her feel any less nervous.

It wasn't her fault she looked like this. She didn't exactly want to be a nine foot tall, four hundred pound column of tightly wound muscles and teeth either. Hell, she was bent at an uncomfortable angle to even fit on the train. No one was going to fuck with her, but that didn't help her anxiety. She could feel everyone in her immediate vicinity staring, eyes boring through her thick fur and into the scared creature underneath who was much more scared than she looked.

Thank fuck humans couldn't read werewolf body language for shit. She was doing her best to look aloof, not looking at anyone, zoning off into her music and occasionally glancing at the station map on the wall to check how close she was to her stop. She wasn't looking at them, but they were sure looking at her. Stonemere didn't have a lot of werewolves.

She would have been a rare sight anyway, but she couldn't afford to miss three days of her life right now, so she did her best to dress up regardless of her body looking like this right now. The end result was even more surprising: The aforementioned massive grey-furred werewolf, adorned with a dozen golden clip-on earrings and chains, as well as a matching septum ring, and a green and black flannel that she wore open because it wouldn't close over her massive torso with the biggest pair of jeans she could find. Honestly, it was a great outfit, and she would have felt much cuter literally anywhere else.

At least she got herself a nice berth on the train. There were two empty seats around her in either direction – the only ones in the entire train car. Who would have sat next to her? It seemed like every day there was a new story on the news about "a savage werewolf who snapped out of nowhere and mauled an innocent child," or whatever. The muzzle she had on definitely didn't help.

Stonemere had incredibly strict muzzle laws. Within city limits, werewolves who were permanent residents had to file their shift days and proof of lycanthropy along with proof of residency. (Like it wasn't immediately fucking obvious when she was shifted, since you know, she was a massive fuckoff wolf now) All werewolves, when in an enclosed space with non-wolves, had to wear a muzzle while shifted, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, unless they could get fifteen open unoccupied meters in any direction from them and maintain it over time, replacing the muzzle when that space became unavailable. Failure to comply with these laws was a class B misdemeanor, and the juries here always found a way to rack additional charges on to extend the sentence.

Honestly, Siobhan's muzzle was kind of sexy – at least, she'd heard other wolves say so. It was just a simple black and gold basket muzzle, nothing fancy, but it fit well and gave her breathing room. She'd worn it to a couple parties before and gotten some nice compliments and some fun nights. When she moved into town, a friend of hers recommended the grayfur leatherworker, and she had it made custom with thick leather strapping and golden rivets. Supposedly it gave her a menacing look. She didn't really see it. (The shock collar on her neck added to the effect, but that didn't even have batteries in it. A lot of wolves her age wore it as a symbol of protest.)

There was a smell to her left. She turned. A girl was sitting next to her, looking at her like she needed something. She was tall for a human but seemed small next to Siobhan, and had long blonde hair that ran almost down to her waist. She was drenched in perfume, but the wolf's nose was better than that. She also smelled like blood. Looking into the wolf's dark eyes with much less fear and anger than everyone else on the train, she lifted her hands.

May I sit here? Most wolves lost the ability to speak when they shifted, since their vocal cords weren't shaped for human speech anymore. Younger wolves used assistive text-to-speech apps, but over the years packs in densely populated areas had developed a variant of ASL that they often used to save on the trouble of communicating. Some humans learned it to understand their partners, but why would she have used it? Siobhan's ears worked fine, even if she had earbuds in. Charles Mingus wasn't loud enough to drown out the speech around her.

When she finished talking, she held her hands up, allowing Siobhan to curtly sniff at them. That was something fewer humans knew. It was entirely unnecessary, more a gesture of respect than anything, but it was meaningful. Siobhan looked back at the smaller human, who upon second inspection was practically shaking, eyes red and surrounded by dark circles. Are you alright? Why didn't you speak?

The human tapped two fingers against her mouth, then shook her head. Nonverbal. She took one of Siobhan's hands within one of her own, and kept signing with the other. I need help. The wolf didn't need to ask what she needed help with. The suspiciously finger-shaped bruises on her neck and the small cut over her eyebrow made it clear enough. I got away from him, but I don't know where he is now. She was breathing slowly, carefully. She was trying to hold herself together, and rapidly failing. I don't have anywhere to go.

Siobhan nodded. Stay here. S-I-O-B-H-A-N.

A-S-H-L-E-Y.

Siobhan put one arm around the girl, signing with her other, What did he do to you? The girl looked her in the eyes again, freezing up, before burying her face into the wolf's chest and releasing one shaking, heavy sob after another.

Fuck.

Siobhan draped her head over the human's shoulder, feeling her own eyes begin to water as the girl let out god knows how many horrific experiences silently, quickly dampening the fur she was sobbing into. She couldn't help but sniff the girl a bit. She smelled like blood and perfume. There were hints of smoke, and city grime. She'd had curry at some point, and smoked a couple times since. There was something else, too. When Siobhan processed it, she understood why she was wearing so much perfume. She tapped the human's shoulder, prompting her to look up.

It's a full moon. Why aren't you shifted? Ashley practically started crying again on the spot.

I haven't eaten. I ran four days ago. The shift took a lot of energy. She must have been absolutely starved to stave it off. She was pressing herself closer to Siobhan now, enjoying the feeling of the soft fur on her shoulders from the arm draped over her. She wasn't alright, but she wasn't in danger anymore.

Can you afford to?

Ashley nodded, raising her hands again. He knows I'm a wolf. He would have looked for that. Siobhan understood immediately. She was deliberately starving herself to prevent changing. Every werewolf was conspicuous for these three days. If they were all looking for a wolf, and she wasn't one? That gave her three days to get some ground between her and him before the moon days ended and she would have looked human again. She just had to-

"Ashley!" Both girls' heads snapped up. The man rushing towards them had on a nice suit, but he was disheveled. His brow was stained with sweat, and the way it was going his dress shirt probably would be too. His tie wasn't straight, and one leg of his pants was pulled up slightly. He was a mess. Under the sweat, Siobhan knew his scent. Ashley smelled like his blood, and he smelled like Ashley. One of his sleeves was cuffed halfway up his arm, and he had gauze around his forearm.

If the wolf hadn't been sure already, the look Ashley gave her confirmed it as the human seemed to fold into herself, becoming small in the seat, practically begging her to do something.

"Ashley! I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried about you, I don't know how you could just run like that! Just come home, baby, alright? We don't need to do things like this! You-"

He stopped as Siobhan stood up, stepping back slightly as the wolf shed her flannel, handing it to the cowering human, who had begun shaking again. Cover your head. People are probably going to start filming. She didn't do anything aggressive, just moving in between Ashley and the man as the girl wrapped the shirt over her had and the lower half of her face. She was right. People were filming. They were trying not to be obvious about it, of course, but Siobhan could see the glint of camera lenses from behind books and backpacks as everyone on the train car watched the spectacle.

The man, to his credit, maintained his confidence fairly well as the wolf twice his size blocked his path to Ashley. "Ash? Who's your friend? I didn't know you knew any other-" As he talked, he moved back forwards, attempting to negotiate Siobhan to the side. Ashley was practically crying again behind her, quick sharp breaths indicative of what was happening to her.

Siobhan didn't mean to snarl. It just sort of happened. The man was trying to move past her, and then he was flat on his ass, scrambling backwards, trying to get to his feet and save face somewhat. Siobhan stopped snarling, but she kept her teeth bared, moving towards Ashley and pulling her close. Nothing was going to happen to this girl, and no amount of bluster this man could conjure was going to get to her anymore.

He could conjure quite a bit of bluster. "I'll be at home, Ashley. When you change your mind and get off this silly escapade of yours, you know where to find me. I can't always-" Siobhan snarled again, and he was gone. She locked eyes with the nearest person holding up a phone, and suddenly all the phones were too. That didn't matter. Ashley was safe and that was the only thing that did.

Come on. I know where we are. There's a really good smoothie place two blocks from here that does twenty-four hour service. Let's figure this out. Ashley nodded eagerly, cracking a weak smile at the wolf, eyes teary and mascara running.

…

Thank you.

Siobhan nodded enthusiastically at Ashley as the latter stared into her smoothie with a strange mixture of gratefulness and embarrassment, taking another bite of her half-eaten ham sandwich with appropriately wolfish intent. Siobhan tried to smile. Don't worry about it at all. I wasn't doing anything else tonight anyway. You can crash on my couch for as long as you need, girl. How are you doing, you know? She gestured vaguely to everything around them.

Ashley shrugged. Oh, I'll be alright. I play a lot of Tetris. Things are looking better now. I can figure it out now. She smiled – an actual smile, not an "I don't know what to do with my face" smile – at Siobhan.

…

Ashley snuggled up under the blanket. The apartment was small, but it was enough for the two of them for now. Siobhan showed her how to work the lights, pausing for a moment to place a single affectionate lick on the very tip of her golden-furred muzzle, before crossing the room and climbing into her own bed, leaving one arm out from under the covers.

Good night, Ash.

"Good night, Siobhan."

#this has a VERY different tone from the last one #it's only even kinda terato but i started with the “werewolf muzzled on train” bit and it just wrote itself #teratovember #terato blog #v0re blog #werewolf #tw blood mention #tw food #tw abuse #tw sa mention #tw sa implied

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eggedbellies · 1 year

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Two guys explore a pyramid

They find the main chamber

One guy spots a pile of gold and riches and dives right into Scrooge mc duck style

Another guy goes up to the chair, which has a mysterious gold and black muzzle

He grabs it and examines it, where it comes to life, and attaches its gooey tentacles onto the guy's face.

It proceeds to spread a dark black goo over him, making him buffer, taller, and bigger, it makes him a big buffy jackal/airbus type thing, with a big dick and royal garments. The pharaoh's personality starts to take over or merge, depending really on how you see this guy.

The gold guy was distracted but they thought of being filthy rich to not notice his friend changing until he hears a booming voice saying how dare he touch his treasure. Gold guy tries to explain he was just seeing and admiring but both know there's no getting out of this.

The pharaoh forces the gold to melt on the gold guy, but it's not molten more goo-like. So the gold guy is trying to wipe off the molten goo, but it's not doing anything. The Pharoah proceeds to put the tip of his new dick on the gold guy, and after some resistance is unable to stop himself from sucking on the royal dick

But as he does the gold starts to take shape, as the once androgynous pile of gooey gold starts to take shape, a feminine shape. Moaning comes from the changing guy, but also a tone shift as they become more feminine. the once adventurous body turning thicc, like big boobs, thighs, and ass, but also some belly fat. But the gold almost become like her skin color, as cat ears grow on her, and blue hair flows done. All the time the pharaoh complements her changing body, and her new cat girl personality of her takes shape. The pharaoh times, leaving a golden-furred cat girl, with a mouth dripping with cum. but the pharaoh is not done, as there is one thing that hasn't changed, a little unnecessary friend down there that needs some changing. So the pharaoh lays down the new cat girl, and toys with her pecker, giving it one last rub before it sinks into her, and her new slit emerges. you can guess what happens next, it is time to re-establish the bloodline.

probably months later as more people are converted, and a little civilization has formed. the king and his queen sit on their golden thrones. She rubs her nice full belly, imagining the future ahead of them, watching as her husband helps convert others to serve him, as a man, woman, or anything in between.

This is a great story ,3

#transformation

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 months

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Amnesia!Dabi

Once again, the ask has forsaken me- (Edit:and then this got away from me, holy shit-)

so like, the “half-baked plan to leave”-

Dabi, by this point, has spent - god, I don’t know how old he is - let’s say sixish years? essentially homeless, mostly without memory, and hiding as best he can from the law. And like, yeah, he wants to know who the hell he is, but he’s out of options, and by the time he joins the LoV … I won’t say he’s given up, but he’s getting real damn tired of not knowing things. It’s not like he’s investigated all of Japan, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s even where he’s from. Or even if maybe he should stop looking so hard, find somewhere he can hunker down, maybe see a therapist? Someone who could help him unravel all the blankness in his head, anyway. But, like, it’s not a concrete PLAN, so much as a thought experiment, at this point.

then he joins the LoV, meets Himiko, and goes “oh. huh. maybe this won’t be so bad?” Like, he’s under no illusions that these are the bad guys, but like. He’s remembered more bits and pieces hanging out with Himiko than literally anything else he’s ever tried. I doubt he’d trust the league as a whole with his memory loss, but if he says “yeah, I’m trying to track down someone, it’s sort of important and means a lot to me”, I imagine they’d all be pretty on board? Like, the League are all fairly nice people, really, so it’s going ok. Yeah, there are a few things that make him a bit uncomfortable, and he’s quickly becoming protective of Himiko (and worried, is she supposed to have random fevers?) but Dabi’s thinking maybe they CAN help him figure this out.

But he also isn’t a moron. He knows this kind of group could easily screw him over, so now he’s seriously considering back-up plans. Even if the group DOES screw him over, he’s met a few people now, made some of his own connections. He could pretty easily get papers to get himself out of country if he needs to. He’s also making plans to find a hospital or something to take Himiko to, because she’s starting to seriously worry him. I’m basing this mostly on myself, honestly - I have a pretty severe Iron deficiency - and before we figured out that was the problem, I would have dizzy spells, migraines, nausea with no explanation, my immune system wasn’t great so I’d keep getting sick, etc, So this is what’s happening to Himiko. And like, the rest of the League isn’t indifferent to Himiko clearly being sick, but as far as they know, this might be normal for her. Dabi’s the one really getting worried and starting to look at treatment. But this is still mostly theoretical. He doesn’t have a solid plan.

But then- then we have the Forest Training Camp, and Kidnapping Katsuki. And that’s our first big stumbling block, cause like. Dabi is not okay with hurting kids. Not at all. In any way, shape, or form. He’s taking solace in the fact that this isn’t, like, the goal - they’re just here to recruit, right? Only, wow, so many kids ALMOST DIE, this is NOT OKAY. Honestly, he might have dipped during the fight itself , except then he sees Shouto, and “Surprise!” he’s remembering baby Shouto, “Just one more, T****-n**!”, wait, what, who? What was that??? The whole thing makes him seriously disoriented and it’s all he can do to make it back to the hideout without passing out. Which, ya know, he does the moment he has a flat, safe surface on which to do so.

So he wakes up, all confused - he knows the Peppermint kid? Maybe? - and he’s thinking of a plan, walks out into the main room … and sees Katsuki chained up. And muzzled.

Oh. Hell. No.

Yeah, fuck that, fuck this, Dabi does not want to be a part of whatever bullshit this is. He’s honestly preparing to set the place on fire, when All Might shows up, everything quickly goes to shit, and we probably have some awesome back-to-back dueling going on, as Dabi tries to keep Himiko and Katsuki out of the line of fire.

Now, the moment Katsuki gets rescued, Dabi is grabbing Himiko and bolting. He might cover their retreat, might create some theatrical distraction, but then he is LEAVING. He is NOT sticking around to watch All Might punch the thousand year old man. And he does get away, but now-

Well, I would imagine during the fight, Himiko got hurt. And maybe if she was completely healthy, it wouldn’t matter so much, but Himiko (as we have stated, but I feel the need to reiterate) has spent twelve years being STARVED. So she’s hurt, probably already sick, and not doing too great. Dabi is, at this point, a wanted criminal. He doesn’t have a lot of money, he just betrayed what allies he had, and watched the boss of those guys throw down with the best hero ever born. He has NOTHING to work with.

Except …

He remembers Shouto. He remembers Shouto as a kid, a little kid, a memory that’s clearer than any he has. Shouto goes to U.A., where they have Recovery Girl, and are pretty outspoken about Quirk Discrimination and how they won’t tolerate it. One of their teachers even has a blood based Quirk. Yes, Dabi participated in helping kidnap one of their students, but he also helped that student then escape. If it was just his memory, or just Himiko being sick and hurt, Dabi might not have done it. He might have figured something else out. Laid low, or found an underground hospital.

But together?

Yeah, he’s taking that risk.

YEAH ITS

so re: the Timeline if we’re going with the Chaos Children timeline where he ‘died’ at 19 and he’s 23 when 1-A’s first year starts so it’s closer to just the three years depending on how long he was in coma-town(in CC it’s still a bit so he hasn’t been ‘awake’ for /too/ long, enough to get some bearings and to be manipulated, but in this AU we could have the coma being really short which is part of why he escapes.)

But even so the three years is enough for him to start looking into things and being incredibly frustrated.

Actually using the CC timeline might make things worse because it’s harder for him to figure out how old he is as he’s already a grown adult. Like still a young adult obvs he has some maturing to do still, but in terms of physicality he’s pretty indistinguishable and any other features that would be used to guess his age are obscured by the burns.

I think the rest of the League would notice and care about Himiko’s health, but it’s. None of them trust AfO’s doctor because the fucker’s playing frankenstein and taking her to a /real/ doctor would result in her (and whoever is escorting her) getting arrested. Like yeah she can shapeshift and disguise herself doctors /really/ need to know your real self to get a diagnosis and to prescribe meds so she can’t really just walk in as a rando even with fake paperwork.

So they try to help her as best they can with things they can get at a pharmacy(either over the counter meds or stuff they rob from behind the counter when the otc stuff doesn’t work). And Himiko kinda waving them off because she’s ‘always like this’ and ‘just needs to manage herself better’ doesn’t help. Because they don’t know the cause is because of her Quirk and being starved for 12 years, and even though she’s getting a decent supply of blood now (sometimes from them letting her have a bite of them, sometimes through whoever is the target of the day), it’s not enough to really make up for the years of neglect. But again: they don’t entirely know all of these details so when she says she’s used to feeling bad like that, they start to assume some kind of like chronic illness type of thing that yes she genuinely needs a doctor for.

But again that loops back to the above issue of getting her to a doctor without being thrown in jail. Doubly so because they doubt she’d really get proper treatment in jail either.

I think the thing that keeps Dabi from taking Himiko and jumping ship earlier is mostly just Himiko herself. Because she doesn’t want to risk it and it’s pretty impossible to force her. And even on the days when she does feel awful enough to debate risking trying to go to a doctor, Himiko still hesitates because she’s grown friendly with the other LoV members and this might endanger them but also she’d never be able to see them again.

And then yeah the kidnapping thing happens and it’s. It’s a final push but even then Dabi might’ve hesitated more if Himiko hadn’t been hurt. And while he could patch her up on his own both of them REALLY need an actual doctor. so he takes the risk.

Himiko is probably mad at him for a while. Sure, she understands, so she’s not too mad and she’s not going to stay mad at him forever. But she’s at least gonna cry about it for a while.

#submission #amnesia!dabi

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morkitten · 9 months

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what's your favorite thing about klonoa? ^^

the character or the games??? you know what, i'll answer both: and i can't list just a single thing about both so i'm just going to list all the things i most love about them THE CHARACTER:

- Extremely cute character design, I love the big ears, I love the pac-man hat, and i love how they work together, the shapes just aren't as appealing otherwise (which is why I'm a bit lukewarm on the Klonoa 2 design - but put his hat forward like it should be and then it's instantly a good design again). Besides that I like his goofy and cute expressions and fangy teeth. I also love the yellow sclera, I used to be much more protective of it and upset that they changed that, but the white sclera works too - I like how in Moonlight Museum it blends with the white muzzle so it gives Klonoa that really cute old Mickey Mouse cartoon sort of look to his face where you can't tell where the eyes or white fur begin or end.

- Cute noises. Klonoa's voice actress is great and his gibberish is really cute. the double jump "WA-HOO!" just doesn't work with another delivery or with a less cute voice. I like the new lines that Klonoa 2 gives him for consecutive double-jumps which makes them feel even more satisfying to perform. THE GAMES:

- Each kingdom in Door to Phantomile feels like a totally different culture from each other, and the 2.5D helps sell this feeling that all these levels are sprawling lively places that you're going all over and throughout instead of feeling like you're stuck in a tiny stretch of land in one lane on a much larger and richer environment, like how other 2.5D games tend to feel like. The levels are designed pretty cleverly to not give you that impression, like you're never going "come ON just go AROUND this guy" or "why can't I go over there?" I love how barely anything in the levels' environments are "just" in the background in DtP. Every polygon is precious and is used efficiently. You see that windmill in the distance? You can climb it later in the level. That's right, Klonoa is Skyrim. The best Klonoa levels feel like an entire journey happening in a capital P Place. - The music in Klonoa 1 and 2 are both out of this world amazing. there are songs in both games that sometimes moves me to tears. That era of Namco was them at the top of their game when it comes to music. - BOUKEN!! I love games that feel like an adventure. Door to Phantomile especially feels like an adventure that keeps escalating and going bigger in scope. I love Rocket Knight Adventures for the same reason. Klonoa has great voice-acted cutscenes full of character (and characters!!) to help with this too. Klonoa 2 has a nice story too by the end, but it misses on this BOUKEN aspect, for most of it, it ends up feeling like you're a little chore boy running a somewhat repetitive errand. - These games are really simple and approachable!! Hideo Yoshizawa came up with the idea for it trying to craft a 3D game that had the straightforwardness and ease of pick-up-and-play of a 2D game, and that intent shines through very clearly. So for anyone reading this who hasn't touched them, please give them a try!! At least the first one, it emulates really nicely on Duckstation! Klonoa 2 I recommend the Phantasy Reverie version, but with the first game you *gotta* play the original and not the remakes. And you gotta play them in order!

#klonoa

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ratrrriot · 1 year

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The way u draw the sonic characters is very nice and itches the brain in a way I hadn't known I needed before, but I do wonder, why do you draw them without the white muzzle? Sometimes you include it and sometimes you don't and I was just wondering if yhad a reason :) love ur work!

Thank you so much 🖤🖤🖤!! the lack of muzzles is based on those official solid-colour logos of the characters heads,i really like them. Idk how to explain it properly but i feel like it makes them look less like the animals they're supposed to be based on and more like their own-monster-species creature/ thingies(?? plus i love to emphasize the contrast between the shape of the eyes and the rest of the head,especially on the hedgehogs.

and I don't think too much about it tbh but if i'm drawing fanart from an specific scene from the games or something closer to canon i have a tendency to include the muzzles,if i'm just doodling my headcanons or my own fanon interpretation then i will probably do no muzzle. There are exceptions to that tho!!! its not a rule cuz most of the time i'll just do what i feel like doing at the moment.

#rat answers

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cyberneticlagomorph · 22 days

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Ok so Zeb's in a cage, Jack was/is being crushed by the physical embodiment of bureaucracy, Null took their mask off, the judge is already bored and we've still got half a pie left...

The straps of the muzzle bite into your skin and strain against the rest of your skull, bringing back the headache you've been fighting off for hours now. The holding cage is small, smaller than the one they've confined Zeb to, so your only choice is to remain in animal form for the time being or be stuck in some horrible position for god only knows how long.

The paper judge has your sword, hung at an awkward angle on the wall... curtain... empty air(??) behind them where you can't get at it.

You're tired, exhaustion seeping into your skeleton and nesting there, pulling the rest of your body down towards the edges of sleep.

You feel like this trial has gone on for days and days, even though it's only been a few hours now.

The Bureaukrat lays curled around the bench, head resting on its massive inky claws, eyes firmly fixed on you. Streams of ink-smoke curl from its nose and the gaps between its horrible teeth, pouring into your cage through the spaces between the bars. It smells like cold and liminal waiting rooms and the deep disapproval of DMV clerks waiting for you to cough up the right paperwork.

There is a pixie on the witness stand, made visible by a large arrangement of magnifying glasses held in place by more of the judge's disembodied hands, and you wonder for a brief moment if the judge is the paper or the hands or if they're both the same entity but you're muzzled so it's not like you can really ask.

The pixie is pink and white and spidery, his name is Pipsqueak and he's lived in your house for his entire life which is probably why he looks so much like your husband, since pixies take on the shape of the very first thing they see as larvae.

Pipsqueak makes several urgent beeping and jingling noises, flailing all 6 of his arms for emphasis and pointing at Zeb every now and again.

You don't speak pixie, you barely speak coherent english on most days but you get the gist of what Pipsqueak is trying to say.

"Dis kid saw me n' his first reaction was ta trow holy water at me! Das like peppa sprayin' a mouse! I didn't even do nuffin to him... yet... bet he'd look real nice wit a new haircut." Pipsqueak flexes 6 sets of fingers menacingly, many eyes narrowed with malice. "But I wouldn't kill him or nuffin, that'd make my boss sad n I don't like when my boss is sad."

The judge nods in understanding, using one of their hands to lift Pipsqueak off the stand so they can usher in the next witness.

You've lost count of how many testimonies you've heard so far, some lobbying for the death of Zebede on principal, some for the fun of a good execution or Just Because.

More people than you expected advocate for letting Zeb live, though for entirely selfish reason, their ideas for his final punishment range from indentured servitude to turning him into a fairy for a certain time frame to straight up giving him to Peter Pan which you're very sure is a violation of the Geneva Convention.

Your friend Gehr'Hedra Soljrkenne, Hunter-King of Virkara, The Third Burning Star, [Our Eclipse Presence, God Of Desperation], the Paleblood Royal, Inheritor of madness, etc ad nauseam who has known you since you were a half formed Concept clinging to empty pages said: "Mercy spits in the face of their existence- adoration proves they have no grasp here. Let him live, and grow to adore Us. A fitting punishment for a weapon is always to make it your own, is it not? The feelings may be savored that way, and executions are so short, so boring." and that seemed to swing quite a few people around to your side of things.

The judge called for a lunch break halfway through the testimony of a very agitated looking Dwarf Lord who had been on duty when Zeb damaged Fairyland's core, and the Bureaukrat let you out of your cage and muzzle for the occasion.

Lunch was laid out in the theater's lobby, with long banquet tables groaning with food snaking down the middle of the space. You were still a little too stressed to have an appetite, but Null refused to let you just not eat. You watched your alchemist disappear in a cloud of faintly glowing vapor only to reappear with a plate loaded with goodies.

A grilled sunflower head dripping with melted butter and spices, split moon-bones with bubbly roasted marrow, a tankard of whisper wine, chunks of dark bread, and a slab of bloody meat that flinched when you bit into it. Null didn't move until you'd finished the entire plate.

You felt better after eating and that pissed you off for some reason.

Your mom crushed you in a hug the first moment she got, the snout of her hyena head nestled deep between your ears, Bud, Lou and Brucie pressing up against the both of you the whole time. She'd crashed onto the stage the second the muzzle had come out and tore quite a few pages off of the Bureaukrat in the following scuffle, a big black ink stain spread across her face and chest where the beast's claws had grazed her. The rest of your family had hopped down from the balcony in a similar fashion and many of them had also been muzzled and restrained, their weapons confiscated by judge and bailiff.

Egg was still in a cage, she kept pulling knives out of random places and stabbing anybody and everybody that got close, as was her custom. You fed her strips of raw meat through the bars of her cage, and ignored how many times she bit you on purpose.

The trial was drawing to a close, the judge's patience wearing thin as boredom crept in on its scaly belly. Your family loaded themselves back into their balcony, eyes bright with rage and worry.

A tall dark figure with the head of a jackal slowly ambled onto the stage. Dressed in a smart dark suit with accents of gold, the great god Anpu (Anubis) gazed at the angry little boy in the golden cage. Ammit, Devoureress of the Dead, sat on her great hippo haunches beside him and bared her crocodile teeth greedily.

Zeb clung to the bars of his cage and glared at Anpu, as if daring the god to come closer, to get within striking range.

Anpu's muzzle crinkled in what might have been a smile. He opened the boy's cage without touching it.

Zeb bolted, only to run smack into the sharp-toothed meat wall that was Ammut.

"Foolish boy." Said Ammut, licking her teeth. "None may escape Death."

Zeb threw a fireball at the monster, which she swallowed whole like a particularly spicy dumpling. You weren't sure if the sound coming out of Ammut was meant to be a growl or a laugh or some horrid combination of both but it made your stomach twist and your hearts nearly stop.

Anpu placed his warm brown hand on Ammut's snout, "Enough." His voice... his voice was endlessly Old and deep, the mournful howling of wind whistling through a tomb, the whisper of funeral incense, the whine of a thousand canines trudging though hot sands beneath the gaze of the burning sun.

Anpu bade Zeb to stand, and the boy refused to obey. Crouched against the wood of the stage with eyes burning burning burning, his hands wreathed in flickering flames and the shreds of divinity that clung to him like a parasite.

The god's muzzle crinkled again in that strange not-smile and he held up his hands to show that he meant no harm. "I think you and I would be friends in another life, perhaps I will usher you to that new life myself some day if your gods hesitate to claim you."

Zeb didn't move, the flames of his anger burning just that much brighter. "Don't I get to say anything about this? Don't I get to stand up for myself?." He's shaking. "I fucked up, I admit that, I fucked up and now I'm here and now you all want to kill me and that's fair but I don't wanna die."

"Nobody want to die--"

"Shut up I'm not done." Zeb stands up, still glaring, still burning, he points first at Anpu (who he silenced) and then at the judge. "The Knights made you like they made me, so why are you acting like this?"

The judge grins, threads of ink and scraps of wood from their chewed up gavel falling from their teeth. "Just because the Knights made me, doesn't mean I like them or want to do what they say, they left me in charge of a bunch of monster and expected me to behave afterwords... I'm sure you know how that feels."

"You're the Dictates of Preservation, you're supposed to PRESERVE human life, not end it."

The judge, the Dictates, just shrugs. "And you're supposed to kill fairies and witches and demons and anybody else who poses a danger to the Veil, but it looks like we both failed in our quests, little brother."

Zeb scowls, hands balling into fists at his sides. "I don't want to kill anymore, I don't WANT to be a Knight, they left me here to die without a second thought and I don't wanna be like that anymore."

"You're always going to be like that kid, it's woven into your soul and it's never gonna go away." The judge looks sad and manic all at once, like being here and saying this physically hurts. "You can take the boy out of the church, but the church has to be taken out of the boy like shrapnel. One bloody piece at a time..."

"I'm..." Zeb swallows, the fire in his hands weakening, dimming, dying ever so slightly as he fights back tears. "I'm not gonna be like that forever."

But he sounds so unsure of himself.

Anpu clears his through, half forgotten during the conversation. A spotlight spills around him. "Might I make a suggestion?"

The judge tilts their head but doesn't speak, twirling one paper curl of hair around their finger.

"His heart has been weighed and measured by his words," The god nods at Zeb almost proudly. "Though he is guilty of these crimes, and the stains upon his flesh show that Guilt has nested deep in his soul, I find him to be Good and True."

Zeb tugs the sleeves of his shirt further down over his gloves, cheeks heating with embarrassment, Anpu not-smiles at him again with a knowing gleam deep in the god's eyes.

"Death would be too boring like the elf king said, so might I suggest he be sentenced to community service?" The jackal god tilts his head, almost cutely. "He's terrified of you lot, so think about how funny it would be if you all forced him to help you with something for days on end."

"...yeah that works." The judge raps their gavel on the bench and calls the trial to a close.

#ic #action post #long post #trial by liar

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Digimon Tamers - Episode 6

The pace of this show is really slow...in a good way. Not filler-y, just lots of time for atmosphere and character development. Digimon Adventure had a clear formula for each episode, this one you don't quite know what you're going to get. Also, it's interesting to see the ratio of old digimon returning vs. new digimon. I'm glad it's a mix and not all new, less is more.

Notes:

Kay so Ruki is richy rich I guess. We see her fancy academy (with uniforms!) and her grandma basically lives in a Japanese-style mansion. Her inner conflicts appear to be that she's feeling kind of neglected by her too-busy mom (typical 2000s plot) and that she's bored because she's too good at card games lol. Boohoo Ruki. Her mom can't be that neglectful, at least she showed up briefly!

In her flashback Ruki's wearing a skull and crossbones shirt with a popped collar, black jacket. Okay, goth phase...(or maybe emo?) Relatable.

One of the TCG cards shown in the beginning is Andiramon from one of the movies! Cool little cameo.

Renamon moves very ninja-like. I thought it was a little weird looking when she floated into the darkness in one scene. Is floating one of her powers or is that more of a ~dramatic effect~ thing?

Love Ruki's little TCG/digivice utility belt. Not sure what the point of the belt around her leg is. Anime!

I swear every time they show a new dinosaur digimon I'm like "oh great, another Greymon/Agumon reskin." We have enough dinosaurs already! At least go for a dino with a different shape. I guess this new one is supposed to look like an Allosaurus. One positive thing I'll say is that I like that he's furry (or feathery I guess? His muzzle's all shaggy).

Maybe I'm just dumb, but this anime doesn't really warn you when it transitions into a flashback so I keep getting confused. When they showed Ruki winning the D1 Tournament I was just like "oh, I guess she won again" lol.

So Takato and Jian manifested their partners when they were feeling really passionate about them. With Ruki, all of the digimon come to her because she's so good at their card game lol. Renamon wants Ruki to be her tamer the most I guess so she "wins" and comes to the real world. That whole flashback was pretty weird. Why'd they make it so sinister?

Finally we get our first main bad guy! Impmon. I really, really like his design. He reminds me of Kuromi (Kuromi's boyfriend? lol) I also like his "impish" personality so far. Just a little troll. He reminds me of Demi Devimon a lot.

Impmon's awkward conversation with Renamon was really funny. It felt like she was like "Let me hear this guy out...oh wait...he's an idiot."

Is this the first time the "should tamers really be partners with digimon?" question has come up? I honestly don't remember. It could have come up in one of the manga or games or something. I think this is the first time a digimon is questioning it in the anime tho, so that's fun. I feel like it's inevitable in all of these mon series. Maybe Culumon will bring in an interesting angle since he's partner-less

Speaking of Culumon...his role in this episode was so random! He just pops up out of nowhere after Renamon/Kyubimon's fight with Dokugumon. I was like "Where did HE come from?" I feel like he had zero purpose in that scene...?

So the cards definitely work differently in the games vs. the anime. I guess to make them more flashy. It's interesting that you can use them to give one digimon another digimon's attributes, but that might be kind of awkward to implement in a TCG.

I think I've seen too many nine tailed foxes at this point because when Kyubimon was revealed I just kind of felt like "well...seen this design a buncha times." That being said, it does look really nice. You can't beat the classics! I don't really like all the yin-yang symbols tho, I think they look a little tacky (maybe just keep the one on the forehead).

So it seems like Renamon was able to digivolve once Ruki started seeing her as a living being. Another route they could have taken is to have Renamon go into a dark digivolution when Ruki was abusive. That could have been interesting. The arrested development probably makes more sense this early in the season though.

#digimon tamers #digimon #anime

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