#not my body bases

[artistotel]

hey! for todays protest, i made this little zine about palestine (holding just simple and basic information).

you can download the zine here, fold it yourself, and distribute it around.

no credit is needed. feel free to leave it around bars, protests, or wherever. simply print it (borderless) and fold it. here is a tutorial on how to do it.

dont stay silent. there is a genocide of horrendous, atrocious proportions going on. also if you are a zionist here to argue with me, i dont plan to entertain you at all, not on my art blog. fuck off, you'll be swiftly blocked. i see enough of you clowns on my main and i have no energy for you. you can skip the death threats too bc i dont give a shit.

(i'm off to get ready for a surgery now, i just wanted to post it before this. if you need anything, i might take a bit to reply)

#free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #anti zionisim #israel is a terrorist state #israel is an apartheid state #palestine resources #gaza #palestine #art #comics art #art zine #p.s. i usually put my socials on the end of my zines #i didnt do it here not bc i dont stand behind my words #but bc im not interested in self-promotion over palestinian dead bodies! #srsly you dont have to credit me i just hope this zine gets distributed #and as always do *not* sell this. #its a free resource based in what ive learnt from palestinians themselves #its not made for monetary or followers gain

[attyattlaw]

like hiring a horse to dogsit

#based on an actual conversation ive had #trafalgar law #killer #massacre soldier killer #op killer #can we just settle on killer's actual tag like actually? #eustass kid #eustass kidd #this may come as a surprise but i was killer in that conversation #ross then proceeded to compute the actual ascorbic acid content relative to my body mass and i just continued drinking #that band au #forgot that tag #tw alcohol

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

#this is very obviously about my battle with #ptsd #but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery #i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness #and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different #here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed #learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly #and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest #and now it is flowering. #it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now... #... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy. #(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)

[calmparticles]

HORROR TERROR

#aka some.....nice(?) people you probably shouldn't talk to ever all at - all based off some of my fav old viruses!/ #deltarune #virovirokun #ambyu lance #plugboy #fanart #myart #blood/ #eyestrain/ #body horror/ #scopophobia/ #that ambyu just had their virus checklist completely cleared - once they snap out of it the horrors will just look like normal files <3/

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

mold

#ethan winters #leon kennedy #lethan #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #roomate au #based on a convo i had with my friend coffee #ty coffee 🙏 #what if ethan suffers from the same side effects eveline did... #like throwing up mold and stuff #and like has heart aches and stuff or kinda like a phantom pain of his heart since miranda ripped it out... #his body is crumbling apart...

[reegis]

🪱💖you look lonely….💖🪱

#yet another post based on a tiktok audio that probly isnt as good with out it 😔 #tma #the magnus archives #jane prentiss #martin blackwood #jane tma #martin tma #trypophobia #body horror #mild gore #so happy to be able to draw again n finally finish this im inflicting it on all of u #my art

[alleesaur]

felt like designing some sillies

#digital art #oc #based off of my lobcorp nuggets outfits #perhaps they could be uhmmm distortions? #body horror

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

i'm not an amputee so absolutely tell me to stay in my lane if applicable, but it seems to me that there's something really unique about the way that black sails handles silver's disability and the narrative role of his prosthetic. as in, it's one of the only shows i've seen (although i'm sure there are more out there) where 1) a character's mobility is more impaired when using a prosthetic, and 2) where using a prosthetic is explicitly portrayed as an effort to appear more able-bodied to others in a way that's harmful to the amputee character: silver insists on wearing the leg in front of the men to the point of giving himself an infection and limiting his mobility in a fight because he's worried about maintaining his authority. while he doesn't choose to stop wearing it, i think it's telling that he also doesn't try to have a replacement made after he loses it or otherwise seem bothered by being seen using his crutch after he establishes the myth of long john silver by crushing dufresne's skull with his metal leg for mocking him as "half a man," symbolically tying the myth to his disability

#black sails #black sails spoilers #john silver #i saw a post about how mobility aids often seem to be forced on people or withheld based on what would to make them appear most able-bodied #and didn't want to derail it with my pro-black sails propaganda bc that's like. an actual important real life issue #so i made this post instead #kvetch oc

[bigfatbreak]

twilight’s got friends in places! high places? possible. but knowing discord he could be in sideways places or diagonal spaces. or your personal space. with a knife

#my art #mlp fim #draconequus au #discord #queen chrysalis #body horror #idk if anyone here's squicked out by bugs but chryssie's mouth is based on a mantid mouth #which is basically just fingers with teeth on them

[krazycat6167]

So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.

also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.

Doodles:

#somerandomdudelmao #tapakah0 #my art #Dystopia au #Mob’s character design session #cass fanart tag #i think #I’m probably not going to make more C.A.S. bots but just know C.A.S.7 or Cast is bird based (not sure which bird yet) and blue for my sis #small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body #Cash hates Castle while Castle is indifferent unless Cash tries to steal from her #Case is vibing with the farm life and making up little tunes #Cazz is a cross between the crazy old cat lady and a backwoods cryptid - they will stare at you from the shadowed depths of the scrap yard #while making commentary to the parts they keep for themselves and of those parts Benji is the favorite #Battery packs for C.A.S. units attach to the things that stick out their backs for the wires - except Cazz who made some internal modificat #No one knows exactly how since the mods are a chaotic hodgepodge of patchwork but they somehow work #Had a lot of fun watching others make stuff for the impromptu dystopia au the vibes of the world were awesome #Technically fanart #so yeah #enjoy!

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

#magneto #rogue #rogneto #rogueneto #IT WAS SO DIFFICULT TO PICK ONLY 10 IMAGES. SOSOSOSO DIFFICULT. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE WAS FUCKING SUBLIME. #thank you to the person who pointed out the bg music is ace of base 'happy nation' ;wwwwwww; SUCH A GOOD SONG FOR THIS #okay but for real never have i had a stronger 'GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME' moment #magneto can we all form a queue to dance with you romantically in the air while an audience watches............. #their body language. their HANDS. OLD MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR TONGUE BY HER NECK #no word of a lie ive probably watched this scene 200 times today. new comfort media. inject it directly into my veins. #my husband laughing at me as i rewind and play over and over again from the other side of the room #my fave fave FAAAAVE part of this animation is the lil pan they do #the one between mags and rogue and the lyric 'where the people understand and dream of perfect man' #THERE IS SOMETHING SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC AND ADORING ABOUT IT #disintegrates like a sopping wet piece of bread. thank you animators who worked on this scene #i feel like i am burning with the excitement of a thousand suns over this #xmen 97 #leigh's magneto hours

[aslightaddity]

“Oh hahahahaha Johnny and Alex wanted to create an avatar that wasn’t twink able, like that will stop us!” How bout you shut up.

Like genuinely shut up and stop.

There are like two characters that are consistently not twink-ified and that’s Martin and Peter. Let the avatars be fat or conventually unattractive or whatever. Stop making them into twinks for the love of fuck.

If you can’t draw anything but skinny dudes, learn. Stop making everything into a fucking twink. Bring some body diversity into your goddamn horror podcast, this also goes for the women not all of them have to be on the lean or skinny side. This is actually getting infuriating. You can make things sexy or attractive and not have them be just fucking twinks.

TLDR- STOP MAKING THE AVATARS TWINKS

#the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tma #rusty quill #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #peter lukas #gerry keay #needles #micheal shelly #gertrude robinson #lonleyeyes #elias bouchard #the fifteenth fear is just my fear of how many fucking twinks yall draw #honestly like body horror base characters like in spiral flesh or stranger shouldn’t shy away from qoute unquote ugly attributes

[twst-mer]

#hirasaka yuuka #mito yuuta #twst #twisted wonderland #book 2 manga #book 3 manga #i love the way yuuka is a judoka #how yuuka specializes in judo throws--and how that might even be a reference to the way simba throws scar #how part of the philosophy is about overcoming even significantly bigger opponents #how concept art literally says yuuka can lift jack with ease #speaking of jack--i love the way yuuta interacts with jack #laughs and gentle arm touches #how yuuta likely had to deal with a lot of different types in a restaurant and probably reads people like a book #tsundere expert #i wish yuuta wasnt treated so much as a gag character #if my read is right--jack & leona never criticize based on body at least #but a lot of things are gonna happen and could change in book 3 with savanaclaw so im both afraid and hyped #skipping school with jack #giving jack pointers while they work together in mostro lounge #JACK BRINGING YUUTA & GRIM TO SAVANACLAW AFTER THEY GO HOMELESS...SLEEPOVER WITH LEONa... #screaming all night with grim for leona to help them because its all or nothing on their last day in savanaclaw #leona eventually helping out and saying Sorry Azul. You're just not quite as dastardly a villain as Yuuta is. #pls #they bring out the essence of the dorms and foil the overblotters so well!! fave official yuu designs hands down

[swiftispunk]

just keep breathing | javier peña x f!reader

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

summary: javi finds it harder and harder to keep up with the more physical aspects of his job. reader offers him some love and words of comfort.

word count: 1k

rating: 18+ minors dni

warnings etc: BODY REPRESENTATION <3 (reader is described as having thicker thighs, a belly, and crow’s feet), smoking + smoking related health issues, hurt/comfort, back massages, fluff, angst, bein in ur 30s/40s, established relationship. probably bad spanish (please correct me). NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: just a little drabble while i finish up imh pt 2. this is not based on any canonical instance, just a made up scenario that i imagine taking place somewhere in season 3 of narcos. 

PLEASE NOTE that this is purely self-indulgent and may not to speak to the experiences of every larger-bodied person and/or smoker.

For once, the raid is basically going according to plan.

At least until one of the narcos makes a run for it.

“Go around!” Feistl hollers, as he darts towards the back of the building, too far for Feistl to get to, close enough for Javi to maybe catch a break.

“Get him on the other side!” Javi hears from the front room, but he’s already running out the back door, in time to see the man - really just a twenty-something kid from what Javi can tell - heading into the alley outside, under the banner of the scorching Colombian sun.

Javi books it after him, as fast as his legs can take him. He follows the guy on foot towards the end of the alley and he’s just about within non-lethal shooting range if he could just get a bit closer -

Then they’re both bursting out onto the main road, blocked from corner to corner with bodies, the kid weaving through them with ease, too fast now - Javi can’t keep up.

Run, you piece of shit, Javi tells himself.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It’s a reminder he needs more and more the older he gets.

He manages to keep the guy in sight, sprinting with all his might to stay with him, till he feels like someone trudging through a dream, slow and useless. The narco’s getting away and Javi can’t fucking get to him fast enough -

He takes in another heaving inhalation of hot air, willing his muscles to take him forward but it’s no use, there’s nowhere left for the air to go, his lungs full and burning, oxygen lacking as the joints in his legs beg for respite.

He has to stop. 

Sweat pools at the front of his shirt as he tries desperately to haul in a fucking breath, crumpling forward with his hands on his knees, as the kid disappears out of view.

“Qué pasó?” Feistl demands, finally catching up with Javi in the throng of bodies. 

“Le perdí,” Javi admits through a series of painful gasps.

“You see where your goddamn smoker’s lungs get us, huh, boss?” the young Feistl gripes furiously.

And Javi can’t even protest, because he knows it’s true.

-

You’re already in bed when he comes home later, long after dark. You sit up when you hear him come in, watching him cautiously in the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand as he removes his sweat-stained shirt. He sits on the edge of the bed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, frustration visibly mapping the muscles of his back.

You run your palm over them soothingly.

“Tough day?”

You’d learned better than to ask if he was okay. 

Javi sighs, your hand rising and falling on his back as the air raggedly fills his weakened lungs.

“Getting too old for this shit,” he murmurs, tone agitated and desolate.

You move to situate yourself behind him, so you can let your fingers dig gently into the meaty flesh of his shoulders, broader now than they had been when you’d first met him.

“What happened?” you ask softly while you tenderly massage the tissues of his back.

He lets his head fall slack behind him, indulging in the feeling of your hands working away, willing it to be enough to relax his anxious mind.

“I can’t be out chasing these motherfuckers anymore...I mean, he was right there and I couldn’t -,” 

Javi’s breath catches as you discover a particularly tough knot in his lower back. He sighs shallowly again before going on.

“I just couldn’t breathe.”

You pause the motions of your fingers to lay your head on the bare skin of his back, wrapping your arms around his front so your hands hover over his soft belly.

“Thought that’s why they gave you this Big Important Job? So you wouldn’t have to be out there chasing chicos malos anymore?”

You hear Javi exhale lightly, and can just imagine the tiny smile that’s no doubt playing at the corners of his lips.

“Doesn’t work like that, hermosa,” he says placatingly. “Not the way this goddamn government operates.”

He reaches into his jeans pocket then, retrieving his cigarettes and lighter.

“Guess it’s what I fuckin’ deserve,” he grumbles as he lights one and takes a long pull. “Said I was gonna quit smoking.”

He laughs once without humour before taking another drag and you squeeze him a little tighter, feeling his body lean back into yours as you do.

“Bodies change, Javi. Everything catches up with us eventually. I’ve changed since we met,” you add, thinking of the extra weight you’d gained in your hips and thighs since moving down to Bogotá, no longer working and a little more sedentary while Javi hunted the ‘bad guys.’ Not to mention the wrinkles that had begun sprouting around both your eyes, the squishy tummies you each now boast, the kind that just naturally came with age.

“No me estoy quejando,” he grins, reaching behind him to grip your soft upper leg, an area you’re particularly self-conscious about but that you know he’s grown particularly fond of. 

“I know you’re not,” you giggle as his fingers tickle the bare skin of your thigh, pressing a kiss to his ear and sighing when his head falls back completely onto your shoulder, exposing his sumptuous neck and giving you a full view of his chest. “And neither am I.”

His eyes fall closed as he takes another drag of his cigarette and you watch his ribcage fill with smoke before he breathes it out, creating a cloud of toxin around you both.

“You’ve worked so hard for so long, Javi, baby,” you say reassuringly, goosebumps rising on his arms as your whispered voice brushes over the taut line of his jaw. “There’s no shame in slowing down.”

You grab the cigarette out of his fingers then. His eyes fly open to follow your hand as you wrap your lips around the filter and take a rare drag of your own.

“Any maybe we cut down on these,” you suggest lightly as you exhale, considering the little stick as you twiddle it between your fingers. “But only because I’d like to have you around as long as possible.”

You punctuate the sentiment with a kiss to his clavicle.

He snags the smoke back from you, takes another elongated pull and, exhaling huskily, leans forward to put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“For you, cariño?” he hums, twisting his body around to better cup your face in one of of his big hands. “I’ll try.”

You both know it’s a promise he can’t keep, but the sentiment is enough to make you smile for now. 

He presses his lips to yours softly, and takes his deepest breath of the day as he falls deeper into your familiar kiss. 

END.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena drabble #narcos drabble #pedro pascal character fanfiction #javier pena angst #javier pena fluff #body inclusive fic #narcos fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña x y/n #javier peña drabble #javier peña fluff #javier peña angst #javier peña fanfiction #why am I so nervous to post this??? #based on very real conversations between me and my bf lol

[freakshowcowboy]

hello.

#this is based on the scene when cas first enters jimmy just before he tells claire hes not her father so i almost captioned this #new body who dis #but i like this too much to make it a joke #castiel #supernatural #draws #spn #anyways im not joking when i say i lost like 5 hours drawing this #i hadnt drawn in probably a couple months by now and the euphoria of drawing again put me on such a high i started this at 7 #then suddenly it was midnight and i was dizzy bc i hadnt eaten since lunch #i have like. maybe 30 minutes of drawing this in my memory everything else is a haze

[reegis]

on my hands and knees for Jane art. Doodles or otherwise (i have ur Jane sticker on my phone as we speak how u draw her makes me Insane)

jane is my princess & did nothing wrong 🥰🥰

#tma #the magnus archives #jane prentiss #trypophobia #gore #body horror #trying to cover all of my bases sjfkfk #finally finished this piece thats been sitting in my unfinished art pile for u anon 🤲🏻💖 #sorry the background is incomprehensible dont worry abt it #i just didnt want to leave it empty lmao #asks #my art