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yawnyztired · 2 months
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THE OVEN HAS DINGED
I present Richarlyson🔫
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(The lighting in my room was fighting for its life, for the record)
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F!Leo in every fic:
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What if you wanted to join your family in death, but fanfic writers said "go back in time, old man"?
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styxnstars · 19 days
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Wip, he's a strong one ❤️‍🩹
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artsymyargentavislove · 10 months
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Rage incarnated
Meet CruxGloom!
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A born fighter that seems to feel purpose only through the heat of combat, Crux is a nightmare in the battlefield and possesses the shortest fuse of all Monsunos, to the point of being practically useless in tasks that don't require her fists (Or feet).
Don't take it personally, she's just mad all the time :D
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She can be considered a 'Rushdown' type of character, overwhelming and confusing her opponents by getting on their faces while raining her wrathful fists upon them, although she seems to possess a little honor (Or nasty attitude) as she will taunt and roar at an opponent she deems worthy of her time to give their all when facing her.
An exclusive close-quarters fighter, this beast has an unnerving resistance to pain among her kind and the lower her health gets, the more ferocious the combat becomes.
A monster through and through, she expects the same merciless attitude from her oponent until there is only one standing.
Do not hesitate nor pull your punches, for she will not forgive mercy nor consideration.
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Art dump of all the pictures I’ve done of my character Mask. I just wanted to put them all in one place. Several people have asked me about Mask which Im very excited and grateful for. I’m going to answer a few of those questions today but if anyone would like to read his actual backstory let me know and I’ll put it under a readmore somewhere.
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cornedbread · 2 years
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Childish memories…
《Funfact: Billy’s Girlfriend was originally named “An Old Friend” in older versions of Billy’s Basic Educational Game》
#corny creations#billy bbeg#billys basic educational game#bbieal#girlfriend bbeg#denied basics#denied cellar#bbau#I figured out how to draw Billy’s pants pattern#I used the tattoo inker brush • I love the tattoo inker brush • tattoo inker brush is my friend#putting the screentone was so satisfying aaaa so prettyy#there’s actually a specific reason as to why I gave Denied green clothes in my design for his younger self#I headcanon that he lives closer to the forest while Billy and Girlfriend live in a yown#oh and the clothes are made from flax since that’s the traditional material used for Latvian clothing#the green is because it’s the most available colour but it also helps in hiding in the forest#Billy’s prosthetic shoes are purple because in the game there’s a poster that says ‘Billy’s favourite colour is purple!’#This is accidental but I realised something#Girlfriend is wearing mostly warm colours in alot of my draft designs for her childhood outfits#Billy wears alot of blue • black • white#Denied wears mostly cool colours I originally gave him red to match his fins but it didn’t fit with the forrest/lake theme#In the adult version though Billy and Denied are wearing the same colours as they did when they were kids#Though Denied has more blue in his palette#Girlfriend however has dropped the warm colour scheme now wearing cool colours similar to Billy and Denied#idk I thought it was cool#it wasn’t intentional • but now that I’ve noticed it I’m gonna keep it in mind for when I make more outfits in the future#sorry for my ramble I hope you enjoyed reading it though
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So I put on this netflix show, in their tradition of being extremely obvious with names its called Mech Cadets, and its an alien-mecha human-pilot fight-the-giant-bug-aliens story. My first complaint is that the alien mechas are called Robo's. Wow exciting /sarcasm. Anyway thats totally forgiven because 1 the story actually makes choices and puts the characters through consequences instead of like hinting at oh it something bad gonna happen psych we dont have the guts for that. Its a kid/teen show so its not super dark but it follows through and goes the places it needs to.
2, and maybe most importantly, I gotta talk about the disability rep. There's four teens chosen by the alien mechs to be their drift-compatible pilots (I think im using that correctly? Im not super informed on the genre but I know some), and we see straight away that one of the guys has a prosthetic leg from the thigh down, and uses it as an example to tell the main protagonist, hey none of us are perfect we dont have to be perfect we just need to be human. The next episode the mechas are given human-designed weapons to fight with, and the disabled kid gets these flippy sticks I cant quite work out. One of them gets a staff, the other gets this glove for punching, story moves on. Then a bug-alien-antagonist gets into the teens dorm and while fighting it, the alien dismembers the guys prosthetic. He immediately grabs his crutches and goes to town on it with his crutches, and balancing on them to kick with his one good foot*. Then they disconnect the rest of the prosthetic and use its sharp edge to kill the alien. And then he just moves around on his crutches with no comment and Ill cut myself off there so I dont spoil the whole thing.
Except, a couple episodes later, Im watching him in the mech fighting and moving around, and I realise that his giant fuck-off monster attacking weapons ARE A PAIR OF CRUTCHES. Theyre his fucking WEAPONS. Thats cool as fuck!
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lullabyes22-blog · 7 months
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Snippet - The Saber of Revolution - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO
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Silco and the crew get the Piltovan welcome...
Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO
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Before Zaun is allowed to rub shoulders with Piltover, they must endure a full-body search.
A squad of Enforcers wait at the checkpoint. Each one dons hypoallergenic white gloves, as if touching radioactive waste. It's equal parts precaution and power-trip. Zaun may be have won independence, but in the eyes of the Councilors, it remains a volatile ghetto. The riffraff must prove their worth through a series of underhanded gauntlet-runs before sharing the same air as their betters.
Hubris by tradition. Humiliation by design.
Silco and his crew give no quarter. They've endured this rigmarole before, and take it in stride. Some are stoic, their features insensate to even the most invasive probings. Others see it as a chance to flex, their bodies a tribute to lifetime of crime and combat.
Dustin hops into the line of Enforcers with a devil-may-care grin. Off comes his jacket. He twirls over his head like a floor-show at the Last Drop—to the Enforcers' deep displeasure. His body is all whipcord sinew and pockmarked scar. Catching the eye of a particularly dour Enforcer, he blows him a kiss.
The Enforcer's expression sours further.
Lock and Ran play along. They crack deadpan jokes about Dustin's affinity for strip-searches, and speculate as to what pestilence might be squirming inside his boots. They even start a bet on whether or not his skivvies are clean.
At Silco's side, Jinx is a shadow. Her fingers twitch once: nerves, temper. But she doesn't give away an inch.
Silco says, too low for any but her ears to catch: "Remember. It's just a dance."
She nods, once.
"You know the steps."
Jinx's shoulders roll. She steps forward.
The search is a typical tedium. Every pocket is emptied; every sock turned inside-out. Dustin's boots—a heavy-duty reinforced version of miner's galoshes—are sent to a specialist to have the insoles inspected for explosives. Ran's piercings, climbing the tongue in concentric rings of small, smaller, smallest, are unscrewed for contraband. Lock's elaborate tattoos are scrutinized with ultraviolet pens in case they are toxic.
One Enforcer unzips Sevika's coat and frisks her from armpits to ankles, taking his time, enjoying the view. Sevika watches him implacably. She doesn't even bat an eyelid when his hand slips dangerously close to a breast en route to her prosthetic arm. Perhaps he believes Fissure females have electric prods concealed in their nipples.
Then again, death isn't without appeal when it's an Amazon staring you down.
"Anything that isn't heavy-duty on you, sweetheart?" he drawls.
A common habit of their lot. Always denying Trenchers the courtesy of a formal address. It's always Sweetheart, Buddy, Boy. Everything stripped of respect and spoken with the wrong syllable and wrong intonation.
Sevika gives him a flat stare. "Just my patience."
Leering, the Enforcer lets her pass. She stalks off smoothly, a lioness with an unruffled pelt.
His colleague is having less luck with Jinx.
The pat-down is perfectly proper. But Jinx's smile grows more unsettling as his lingers. A fine tremor runs through the Enforcer's fingers. His eyes keep darting to her hands, then away, as if she might whip a machine gun out of nowhere. Jinx knows this, too, and does nothing to ease his tension. She lets her lashes dip down as if shy, then brings them up slowly—too slowly—to fix him in her crosshairs.
The Enforcer swallows. He's not one to give in to intimidation, but the little brat is getting to him. With every second, he is no longer a man taking pleasure in his job, but a human barometer; his sweat is the dial of his fate.
And it says: Hot as hell and ready to blow.
Abruptly, Jinx's demeanor shifts from incendiary to innocent.
"Careful," she lisps. "I'm ticklish."
The Enforcer swallows again. His pat-down concludes with alacrity. Hooking his thumb over his shoulder, he mutters, "All clear."
Jinx, all sunny smiles, twirls on a heel.
And—
"Catch!"
A silver arc zings. It hits the wall by the Enforcer's head—a composite blade, so well-concealed it went completely unnoticed.
The Enforcer's jaw drops. Jinx winks and sashays off.
Silco is given the most cautious rifling of all. His cufflinks may be deadly alloy; his pocketwatch an explosive capsule. The Enforcers anticipate an arsenal and fan out accordingly. Each one is sorely disappointed. Unlike Jinx, Silco has no steel on his person, beyond a cold crux of prudence. Even his bad eye, inspected at length, is revealed to be no sorcerer's orb, but an ordinary deformity.
And his scars are only scars.
After a minute or two of prying, one Enforcer removes a fountain pen from Silco's breast pocket. He eyes it dubiously, as if expecting it to fire rockets.
The Zaunite Chancellor's half-lidded smile troubles him further.
Privately, Silco marvels at the absurdity. A lifetime of blood, sweat and spite to achieve the unachievable, and Piltover's finest believe he'd bother to come all this way just to slash open the Council's jugulars with a writing implement.
Ironic, too, given that's exactly what he intends.
"The mighty saber of revolution, hm?" Silco mocks.
Bemused, the Enforcer hands the pen back. Silco makes a Ta gesture, and walks on.
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caleili · 2 months
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Carlo/Left arm of steel Headcanon 👀
👀 I saw a theory in lore on the official discord that I love and thus must post!
You know how the Left arm of steel, the legion arm P wakes up with is all rusty and old looking? Well it also has the name Geppetto engraved on it and, well… What if it wasn't a makers mark, but the name of the owner? The arms were originally designed as prosthetics, there's posters advertising them I think. I know we get nothing to really suggest this in game, but what if Carlo had an accident and lost his left arm before he died? What if the left arm of steel was Carlo's actual arm? It would explain it's rusted, weathered state if it was years older than P and suffered through a Carlo who hated it and didn't care for it.
Or if he lost his arm younger and had a basic/child design but Gep made the LaoS for when he was older/finished growing? Maybe even sent it to him at Monad laterly but he just left it to rust somewhere until he died…
OR! OR! What if Carlo never had an arm in the first place? It's possible Camille had PD while carrying Carlo, (we know traditional PD is fairly slow to spread) what if that affected his development? What if Gep making the prosthetic arm design in the first place was in response to this and Carlo had some form of prosthetic the whole time?
We just can't see it as the only images we have of Carlo are the sand sculptures and the painting, and the simpler prosthetic was probably something Carlo covered up. In the portrait of a boy it *looks* like he has a flesh coloured arm but he's holding it in a very neutral position. He doesn't have his fingers twisted together, he's holding his left with his right. It's also possible the artist was told to paint it flesh coloured, or it's got a painted porcelain exterior.
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It would also neatly explain Gep's penchant for nervous system diagrams! A moving, controllable prosthetic needs anatomy/nerve knowledge to work, whether from basic sensors or an actual port connected to those nerves.
Plus wouldn't that just be like Gep? Force his son to see all kinds of fancy doctors when he's young and design a new arm for him, seeing that as him being a proper father even when he's never there. Plus it would cement the mindset of him needing to 'fix' Carlo right from day one.
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idololivine · 2 months
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the idololivine fic compendium
this is what the cool fic writers are using as their pinned posts now, right?
Gen or Multi
Product Testing
EiEd, QuinEi, EiOli, KuyaEi | Short, non-explicit vignettes of Eiden testing sex toys with the lads.
if I could begin to be (half of what you think of me)
Eiden/Everyone, background implied polyclan | Fusion AU, light angst with a happy ending, found family.
epsilon
Character study vignettes within non-traditional omegaverse.
Alphabet Soup
Random Bullshit Go, omegaverse style. Dumping ground for snippets I wanted to write but weren't hefty enough to be a standalone oneshot.
green carnations
Olivine gets sick with hanahaki disease in the lead-up to chapter 4.
caretaker
Karu & Olivine | Omegaverse sickfic, Olivine takes care of Karu. Written for NU Flash Fic.
Eiden/Olivine
weathering the storm
Blade & Garu | Pre-game. It's storming and they're cuddling platonically. Written for NU Flash Fic.
Iterative Design
Eiden tests various sex toys on Olivine, vignette style.
Hands-On Learning
Explicitly consensual and fairly generic omegaverse porn, ft. omega Olivine and none-of-the-above Eiden.
In Love and War
Painplay fic. Olivine gets hurt in a routine fight and Eiden notices that Olivine's horny about it.
Office Hours
Impact play fic. Eiden spanks Olivine with a ruler.
if i've been enveloped in tenderness
Hurt/comfort, Eiden regulates Olivine after chapter 11. No longer canon compliant as of chapter 12.
Much Ado About Knotting
Omegaverse modern AU. Ft beta Eiden, omega Olivine, a prosthetic knot, and omegaverse as a way to discuss gender and predetermined roles. Written for Knot In My Name.
got milk?
The milk fic.
Morvay/Olivine
the body keeps the score
Olivine briefly relapses in self-harm, and seeks Eiden out for comfort. No smut.
Edmond/Olivine
Studies in Demonology
Olivine questioning the church's stance on demons, reading books about it, and then fucking Morvay, in that order. Olivine's first time topping.
Quincy/Olivine
courtship token
Omegaverse fake dating AU. Written for NU Flash Fic.
Olivine/Garu
oh, the weather outside is frightful
Remember when the Festive Glimmer trio had a sleepover? Dante falls asleep and then wakes up to find quinoli going at it. Non-explicit sex, mostly about the humor.
Blade/Olivine
a helping hand
The omegaverse fic where Olivine helps Garu through the beginnings of a heat until Eiden comes home. Written for Two Wolves.
Learning by Doing
Omegaverse porn, and no one's even in heat! More of an excuse for me to make people read my (fairly basic) worldbuilding. Ft. omega Olivine and none-of-the-above Blade.
Dante/Olivine
knife's edge
The knifeplay fic. Hefty dose of polyclan, and apparently it's unexpectedly cute for being, well, a knifeplay fic.
Quincy/Eiden/Olivine
summa cum laude
The Collab Fic Ever! Dante/Eiden by @requiodile and Dante/Quincy by @zerenovation. Dante gets a three part crash course in being a better top.
Quincy/Eiden
Tying the Knot
Explicitly consensual omegaverse porn, now with knotting! Ft. omega Olivine, alpha Quincy, and none-of-the-above Eiden.
A Boner to Pick
The t4t fic. More of an extended dick joke than anything, really.
New Bone Plus
t4t fic now with porn. Ft phalloplasty, boner magic, and Eiden topping Quincy.
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jasontoddsmommyissues · 8 months
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Halloween with Eddie
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Eddie takes Halloween very seriously. From the second those first leaves of the year start falling from the trees, he’s ready to go. As his girlfriend, you have the honor of partaking in what amounts to a month-long celebration of all things spooky with him. 
Normally, he’s not much of a planner, but he’ll carefully create a schedule to fit in all of his favorite activities during the month of October. 
First is of course decorating, which happens promptly on October 1st (or, if Wayne allows it, sometimes even earlier). The Munson’s don’t have a ton of decorations, but Eddie finds a way to make the most of what they do have (when you two move into your own place, he’ll definitely become the kind of person that goes all out building super intricate scenes in your front yard every year). The pumpkin patch is also a must, so you can pick out some good carving pumpkins. Eddie always comes up with some elaborate design for his. A creature from DND or a metal band logo. It takes a lot of work, but it always comes out looking incredible. 
Obviously, Haunted Houses are a favorite. Eddie likes to play big and tough, promising that it’s not scary, he’ll protect you, until something actually pops out at him, which will undoubtedly elicit a terrified shriek. If you mention it to him afterwards, he’ll insist that he totally wasn’t scared. Speaking of being scared, horror movie marathons are a big tradition, too. You love that particular activity, if only because it gives you an excuse to cuddle up to him extra tight if something “scary” happens. 
When it comes to dressing up, Eddie doesn’t mess around. This year, the two of you decide on a couples costume of Aragorn and Arwen, and Eddie makes it his mission to create the best Lord of the Rings themed costumes Hawkins has ever seen. You two end up finding generic knight and princess costumes, which will simply not do for Eddie. He spends hours with paint and sponges reworking the plastic armor so that it looks appropriately battle worn. He convinces some friends in the drama department to hook you up with prosthetic elf ears and hand makes you a circlet out of wire and a cool gemstone he found by the quarry. Not a lot of people fully understand the reference, but even they have to agree you two look awesome. 
Once the festivities are over, your Aragorn takes you to bed, and the two of you spend the night cuddling. He can’t actually offer you Gondor and Arnor, but snuggled up next to him, you think his room in the trailer will do just fine. 
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mossy-rainfrog · 1 year
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hello everyone, I made a series of doodles to put inside of my copy of MobyDick and I would like to share them :3 pls enjoy:
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[ID: Two traditional drawings. Ahab shows off his new pegleg with a flourish. Ishmael infodumps about whales to a fond Queequeg. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
New Leg Goofin is for chapters 108-9, when Ahab gets fitted with his new leg! it's right before a super devastating chapter so i needed to make myself laugh lmao
Wikipedia Page About Every Whale is for the whole goddamn book, honestly, but I chose to put it at the beginning of ch.32, Cetology, where Ishmael really does try to explain every whale ever
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[ID: A comic of Stubb and Flask bursting into Ahab's quarters, thinking the Captain is in danger, only to find Ahab and Fedallah playing a game of cards. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
This gem belongs to p.344 where Stubb wonders if Fedallah means to kidnap Ahab, which was such a baffling ridiculous concept that I couldn't help but make fun of it. literally Ahab snuck this man on board bro, what the fuck is fedallah going to do to him. they're playing uno. shut up
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[ID: Two drawings, with the first showing Pip after being cast away, haunted and alone on the deck of the Pequod. The other shows Ishmael and Queequeg homoerotically grasping hands while processing whale sperm. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
this goes out to chapters 93-95, because the UNREAL whiplash from "a child was just abandoned at sea" to "hey let's be horny about whale sperm" is still the most insane transition of all time. Ish, what the fuck
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[ID: A simply doodled meme diagram for how to greet a fellow amputee. The "wrong" answer shows Captains Ahab and Boomer shaking hands, while the "right" answers show Ahab in a handstand and then kicking his leg up high, both times to cross his prosthetic with Boomer's. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
this goes out to p. 454. every interaction between these two absolutely delighted me but my mental image for the specific line about them "crossing ivory limbs" got. very silly.
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[ID: A small comic of Ahab asking the Harpooners to give him blood to temper his harpoon in. They stare back at him with varying expressions of confused, uncomfortable disbelief. End ID.]
the last one, for p.504. yknow that feel when your boss just walks up and asks you to bleed on his custom made harpoon??? yeah uh. normal workday things
anyways thank you for reading, I had a delightful time making these and am so very fond of them all, so yea :3
credit as always for the designs goes to the darling @pocketsizedquasar , as well as credit for pricelessly annotating my copy of MD and thus getting me to actually read it, love youuuu💙💙
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adaginy · 2 years
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[Part 1 + prompt] [Previous part]
Part 8
It was years later, several years, that Kiddo abruptly skidded to a stop as it ran to check its exam scores and turned on its heels to head toward the shuttles.
This time the Peprine had kept track of the schedule, at least, and had pre-booked a bigger shuttle. Jana brought an entertainment-filled tablet, snacks, and a couple spare translation docks. And eir friend Solstice, who loved kids but whose adoption efforts were being stymied by living in space (for earth kids) and by being human (for space kids).
Jana and Kiddo still lived on the same ship. They could have moved. Jana had had other research offers, friends had moved, they'd actually moved quarters within the ship as Kiddo got bigger, but Jana liked eir ship. It was a good balance of "people ey knew" and "exploring the galaxy to find cool new stuff".
Tlume was still around, though Jana hadn't known him much and they still didn't move in the same circles. Basche had been killed in a docking accident; there'd been a horrified inquest into worker safety practices and pilot licensing and so on. Tlume had taken on his kid (which was a surprise and delight to Jana, since traditionally that kid would have been left to die fend for itself, and ey'd expected to need to scoop it up). Sthani had moved to work on a resupply ship only fairly recently, but that was a job where Jana saw him sometimes. Tlume, Tlume Jr, and Basche Jr -- Jana didn't know their names -- were among the shuttle passengers. Uvair had moved off the ship within a few months of Jana threatening her. Good riddance. She apparently hadn't reported Jana as a speciesist, though, or if she had someone had decided ey was right. No remedial diplomacy class. Maybe Uvair had realized she might get in bad-cross-species-interaction trouble herself for insulting a human's child. Other Peprine had moved aboard. One recent surprise was Binn, who Jana was pretty sure wasn't supposed to be loose from Uvair quite yet, but whatever, Jana certainly wasn't going to insist anyone abide by Peprine tradition or hang out with Uvair. It had sought Kiddo out and apologized, and they'd even reached a level of distantly pleasant acquaintances. Good thing, or this shuttle ride would be very awkward once they snapped out of their focused hazes. Kiddo was the biggest Peprine on the ship, taller than Jana, about the size of a dang kangaroo. It had had that surgery on its two-fingered hand, giving it a "thumb", and the mock fingers of its its fingerless hand now helped attach a custom prosthetic. It had helped design and craft the hand, even. Its electrics exam was a licensing formality before it could officially take the position already offered to it by a clinic that made all sorts of custom bodywork (and campaigned against 'protected cultural practices' that shat on their clients). It could move off the ship, if it wanted; Jana didn't know if it planned to. Ey hoped it would stay in touch like a human kid would.
Jana certainly wasn't going to watch as Kiddo worked the field of potential mates, but ey'd heard it mumbling to itself about things to say -- raised by a deathworlder human, had visited death-planet Earth, was about to start work doing electrics for custom prosthetics like this one (fingers: *click click*), so if you'd write a kid off for being a "castoff," you could, as the humans say, "go fuck yourself." Kiddo had asked Jana if that would be the right usage and could ey teach it to say that in English, and Jana had happily confirmed it was an exceptionally correct usage in this context and helped it practice until it could say it flawlessly.
Solstice was re-reading the files ey'd brought about Peprine biology and culture, and was clearly committed to the idea and bursting with hope even though Jana kept reminding em that there might not be any extras. Solstice about leapt from eir seat when the Peprine yanked the nav around; only didn't because ey'd been too excited to undo the safety restraint.
When the ship landed, they split up, with the humans preparing to follow the Peprine kids to the Elder field. Tlume pulled them aside and asked that, if possible, they not adopt Belen or Peri -- Tlume Jr and Basche Jr -- because that would be weird. "If no-one takes them, then you can, and we'll work out the problems on the way home, but they have very good prospects, please let them go." They hadn't really thought about it. They agreed it would be weird though probably not for whatever reasons Tlume was thinking of, and ran to catch up. "Okay. Have a seat, relax," Jana told Solstice. "Kids might come up to you, might sniff you, just wait and see if they offer you anything. You're human so they might come up out of curiosity while they're running around, without intending it to mean anything. Move slow, we're scary. I'll be a little ways over here so they don't think we're a team. Ping me on short-range if you have a question, don't yell. Kiddo will come over when he's done and do translation if needed, the kids won't understand. Okay?" Solstice knew how to fit translation docks, and would back on the shuttle, but giving or lending the kids anything during this process would be confusing.
"They're adorable." Ey covered eir mouth to suppress the squealing.
"I know, right? Good luck, have patience, the kids will be trying for Peprine Elders first."
And Jana walked away and spread a blanket to sit down on, and waited. Waited. The field dwindled; whenever a 'match' was made, that kid and Elder would head back to the Elder's ship. It had been hard to judge numbers, if there were more of one than the other, but both were dwindling fast. Jana hoped that, if only one of them was leaving with a kid today, it was Solstice. *ping* "Do you know anything about Peprine twins?" "Are twins are a thing?" They hatched, sortof, and Jana would have assumed that precluded twins. *ping* "Look toward me, then about 60 degrees in." Well, Peprine twins were apparently a thing, and apparently not an ideal thing. They looked upset and exhausted and tiny and when this next Elder stepped back from them, one started ear-crying while the other other tugged it along. They saw the two humans, talked between themselves, and started tentatively walking over. Toward Jana. Shit. Jana crossed her fingers and smiled at the twins. A genuine human smile... with human teeth. They immediately stopped, argued, looked at Solstice appearing much less threatening (ey had eir mouth covered in awe/aw), argued a little more, and slowly approached em instead. Whew. They circled Solstice carefully before, together, holding forward something Jana couldn't see -- though ey saw it shine and sparkle in the light. Wheeew. Solstice accepted it, gestured the kids forward, and soon had them leaning against em. Ey was about to cry eirself.
Kiddo came up behind Jana. "None for you yet?"
"Solstice's kids considered coming to me, but I scared them on purpose so they'd go toward em instead -- you know how hopeful ey was. I can't see if the field is clear yet, but I was going to walk around to see if any stragglers need me." Ey stood up to pick up and start folding the blanket. "Did you... Did everything go well?"
"It went great. Very little rejection. I was, um, in-demand." Humans were strange. Wanted grandkids, did not want to know about their children mating; did want to know that social events had gone well, still did not want to know about the mating. "...You did a good job, Mom."
It was a good thing Kiddo was so big, and that ey knew this was okay: Jana hugged him.
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(I've had so much fun writing this, but I'm preeetty sure this is the last chapter of this story. If I decide on a post-script, or when there are other prompts or plot-bunnies that get to me, they'll be under "#addie writes" as well. Thank you all for the comments/tags/support! <3)
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lemon-and-lead · 8 months
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Character made for @mocharuu 's contest on Instagram! The idea was to design for a teacup, then create a "tea sprite" character that incorporates elements from the cup. This is Jade Spring, my character.
Design notes below ⬇️
-I've always loved the idea and aesthetic of Kintsugi, the Japanese tradition of repairing broken ceramics with gold. I reflected the choice to include kintsugi on the cup with scarring on the character's face and a prosthetic leg on the full body illustration.
-I created the floral pattern on the cup myself, and incorporated it onto the vest she wears. The outfit design was inspired by something I saw on Pinterest, but I swapped the colours to match the palette I chose.
-the colour of her hair is a more saturated version of the pale mint green present on the inside and base of the cup, and her sweater is a darker value of the same hue. The underside of her hair is the same pink as the flowers in the floral pattern.
I had a lot of fun doing this challenge. I've included a WIP shot of a full piece I'm also doing that includes her. I recently found a new brush that I've very quickly become quite fond of.
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cy-cyborg · 7 months
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Hello. Do you have any tips for designing and writing non traditional looking prosthetics?
Hey, sorry for the slow response! I have a lot of tips but it's pretty dependent on what you mean by non-traditional. Assuming you just mean prosthetics that aren't designed to look like the limbs they were replacing, my main tips would be:
consider your character's personality and intrests. Is there something the character wearing the prosthetic is really fond of (e.g. horses), are they part of a subculture or group (e.g. a punk) or does the rest of their design have a "theme" (e.g. Posion Ivy and plants). Any and all of these things can be used as inspiration. It can stick to surface-level stuff like putting stuff on the cover of the prosthetic or even painting the prosthetic to reflect these things, but you can go a lot further with it too. For example a druid in a DnD setting might get magical plant prosthetics, or in a more grounded setting, you could have something like the "Vine Arm" Designed by Sophie De Oliveria Barata for Kelly Knox.
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[ID: a photo of a white woman with blonde hair in a green dress. She has a prosthetic arm on her left side made to look like a moveable vine covered in flowers and leaves. /end ID]
Speaking of Sophie, I'd recommend looking at her work for some ideas and inspiration too, she has a lot of very cool prosthetic designs and founded The Alt Limb Project - which is a project specifically centering unusual and alternative prosthetics designs. I was going to suggest looking into a couple of models and performers such as Viktoria Modesta who is known for her unusual prosthetics (and their use in her music videos) but as I understand it, she and all the other people I was going to recommend were part of The Alt Limbs Project and worked with Sophie De Oliveria Barata lol so I'll just link the website here.
Finally, just remember to have fun with it. Most people irl who use these kinds of prosthetics do so as a form of self-expression and exploration of identity, so don't be afraid to do the same thing for your characters.
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artzychic27 · 8 months
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Continuing on the tradition of the previous two posts, what do you think are the theater kids and recess class (minus the Austins) worst experiences with Ms. Marinette?
Lotta Jameson:
This girl actually greased the hand rail of the stairs when she saw Lotta talking to Adrien and laughing. After sliding down the rail, Lotta fell face first into the floor and had to get fillings
Keeps promising to fix her goggles, then flakes out at the last second because of more “important matters”
Kendra Anne Gunderson
Didn’t appreciate Kendra’s trademark snarkiness, and started badmouthing her to others
This resulted in Kendra getting kicked out of a club she was a part of due to the badmouthing delving into rumor territory
DJ Detweiler
Marinette exposed several of his harmless pranks, getting him in trouble multiple times with the teachers. He hasn’t forgiven her since
To get back at her for a prank she still holds a grudge against, Marinette laced some cupcakes DJ made for a bake sale with itching powder, getting her in trouble
Austin Spinelli
Once she heard his name was Austin, that was enough for her to start antagonizing Spinelli, and she refused to refer to him by his surname
While Spinelli was in the art classroom working on another chalk piece, the dust kept getting on an outfit she was designing. So, when everyone left, Marinette poured water on the chalkboard, ruining Spinelli’s work
Gia Griswald
Constantly critiques her love of camouflage-print clothing and keeps trying to get her to wear more bright colors
If the girl wants to wear camo, let her wear camo! Shut the fuck up
Victoria LaSalle
Whenever Victoria is unintentionally blocking her way, she just pushes their wheelchair out of the way without even politely asking them to move. (Just don’t touch another person’s wheelchair, alright?)
Acts like this perfect advocate and suggests Victoria should find a wheelchair basketball team to play on rather than DuPont’s, and it pisses Victoria off
Gerard Gunderson
Makes a big deal about his prosthetic leg and keeps trying to get him to model for her inclusive line
His tooth gap often causes him to slightly whistle, and then one day, Marinette got annoyed by it and caused a whole scene, making him embarrassed
Mindy Blumberg
Has implied several times that Mindy should quit singing and join the school wrestling team due to her “physique.” The girl wants to sing! Let her sing!
In reality, Marinette couldn’t stand when Mindy was chosen to sing in accompaniment to Adrien’s piano playing during a school function
Rochelle Weems
When she heard that Rochelle often spills secrets about people, she decides to get revenge and spill some of Rochell’s secrets…
… And that caused Zir to run home crying, and skip school for a week
Mason Ewing
Keeps trying to push him out of his comfort zone despite his obvious discomfort. It’s led to panic attacks on two occasions
Calls her creepy for keeping her classmates’ info logged in a binder. Pot. Meet kettle.
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