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fantasy-anatomy-analyst · 3 years

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(image description: eight sketchbook drawings of characters holding a variety of pride flags, all nude and posed in ways that match some old fine art pieces. The nudity has been censored with cute digital flower stickers. end description.)

Characters:

Dalmar, intersex man. Kouto, nonbinary. Chacha, agender. Parva, nonbinary. Xulic and Kidron, genderqueer. Obeli (or Abuela) Moruga, genderqeer. Olli, demiguy. Sajak, genderqueer.

Genderqueer is kind of my default for "well, biologically and culturally, they already don't have binary sex or gender, so they kinda default to genderqueer." And I know maybe some people will be bothered by that, but it's just part of the worldbuilding I've written around all these non-human and frequently non-mammalian species of people.

The uncensored version is on my Patreon page. I do have one more drawing to add to this series, but since it's four child characters I will not need to worry about adding any censors and keeping the original image only on my patreon, as they will simply be wearing their pride flags as whole outfits.

The previous part of this, my binary trans characters, can be found over here.

detailed character descriptions and explanations of the pose references under the cut

Dalmar Ubora, a black intersex elf man with short black hair. He is holding his arms up as he holds the intersex flag, mimicking the pose of Virgin Mary from Titian's painting "The Assumption of the Virgin". The shading was washed out by the photo, but his belly is still clearly round from pregnancy. Dalmar is an interesting case, in that he was assigned male at birth based on his outward appearance, continues to identify as male throughout his life, but finds during puberty that what was believed to be an undeveloped penis was actually just a non functional body part. Instead, what actually developed to full functionality was his uterus. He still identifies as a straight cis man, and has come to terms with his body. He is married to a medically transitioned trans woman, and he could undergo operations to change his body if he wanted to. Instead, he has embraced his body and even birthed some children who were conceived via sperm donations. This is why I wanted a Mary pose for him, and this painting in particular is about Mary being welcomed into heaven as a blessed holy woman. Dalmar may not be a miraculous holy figure, but there is a reverence in the way he has come to love his body and chosen to bear children, including the surrogate birth of his brother's child.

Kouto Hayashi-Loryck, a slender nonbinary elf with black hair tied into a bun. They are holding the nonbinary flag and standing in the pose of a statue known as "Apollo Belvedere", which is so old no one knows the artist's name. One arm raised, one lowered, legs in the relaxed contrapposto pose. Kouto is an artist and an art model. Apollo is a god of the arts, and regarded as a beautiful and sexual figure. Kouto is bisexual and admittedly a very sexual and flirtatious person. They did settle into a happy marriage though (actually they are Dalmar's in-law and the sperm donor for the aforementioned surrogate birth.) Marriage has not stopped Kouto's flirtations, merely limited their targets to a singular person. It felt right to give him this pose, from a pretty well known portrayal of Apollo. Beauty, art, and sex, all defining traits of Apollo and Kouto alike, all present in a pose where the figure seems to be reaching for something above them.

Chacha Faraji, an agender black elf with short hair. They are facing away from the viewer, seated on a stool that is covered by the draped agender flag. No physical traits that could betray their agab are visible. Chacha is sitting in the pose of Reubens' painting "Venus at the Mirror". The arm closest to the viewer ends at the elbow, while they hold a mirror in front of their face with their one whole arm. Their face is seen reflected, smiling, little wrinkles visible by their eyes. I chose this painting in part because it did allow me to obscure Chacha's agab. They were my first nonbinary character, and I never really settled on an agab. But also, I enjoy putting characters who have unconventional bodies into poses associated with Venus or Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. Chacha is missing half an arm, they are getting older and it shows in the wrinkles on their face. Chacha is also Aromantic and Asexual, the full queer triple A battery. The mirror pose has become an independence of beauty. "Look but don't touch." Chacha is beautiful, and they do not need to be beautiful for anyone but themself.

Parva Turbatus, a white nonbinary elf with shoulder length curly hair that has been shaved down on the far side of their head. They are holding the nonbinary flag, standing in the slightly closed off pose found in Paul Gariot's painting "Pandora's Box". One hand on their chest, one hand held out to hold the flag. They have top surgery scars on their chest and a c-section scar on their navel, though all of these have unfortunately been hidden by the flower censors. I chose a pandora pose for Parva because they have one of the most intense tragic backstories of any of my characters. Like Pandora opening the box, they have suffered through many things but came out the other side with Hope, and healing.

Xulic Vos and Kidron Engedi, a drow and a lizard person. They are sharing the genderqueer flag. Xulic has long ears and white hair in a braid, with a white monkey-like tail barely visible behind their legs. Kidron looks like a leopard gecko, and their tail is acting as a visual block in fron of Xulic's groin. They are standing together in the central pose of Raphael's "School of Athens" fresco. Xulic is pointing one hand up to the sky, while Kidron holds one hand palm down towards the earth. Xulic's chest is visibly flat, however I have rewritten the drow as a eusocial people, who's biology has made most of the common population infertile and visibly near identical above the waist. Xulic's agab is unknown to anyone but them, and perhaps their reptilian lover Kidron. Both drow and lizard folk have biology and cultures that do not really support a gender binary, so genderqueer suits them both quite well. I chose the School of Athens pose because these characters are scientists in fields that overlap, and they often get into deep discussions on the matter. Xulic is a paleontologist while Kidron is a geologist, and they have another friend (my protagonist) who studies archaeology.

Obeli (or Abuela) Moruga, an elderly goblin with sagging skin and axolotl-like frills on the sides of her head. She grins as she holds the gender queer flag, partly draped over the tall stool she is seated on. Her pose matches that of John Collier's "Priestess of Delphi" painting, which depicts a woman hunched over herself on a stool. Old Obeli Moruga, whose title best translates to "grandmother" is a significant figure in her community, both because of her more practical role as a leader and wise woman, but also because she has gained immortality and become an incarnation of Life Itself, after she was given the offer of such power when she nearly died in the goblin revolution. There are many figures that would suit her. Poses from statues of goddesses, like Athena or Gaia. Perhaps turning away from the theme of greek and roman figures I ended up with for my nonbinary group (dalmar is his own thing) and using the famous painting of Liberty on a battlefield. But now in her old age, all those poses of figures in more active poses, tall and imposing, simply didn't feel right. A wise old woman, hunched on a stool in a pose associated with the idea of an oracle, a priestess, a prophetess, felt much more fitting. (goblin culture does have specific pronouns for leadership, and in the common speech they have decided this translates best to the feminine "she/her")

Olli Moruga, also a goblin with axolotl-like frills, standing with the demiguy flag in his hands. He is in the pose of Michaelangelo's statue of Bacchus, god of wine, merriment, and madness. One hand up as if to salute with a cup, body leaning and perhaps a little unstable. Olli is a gay demiguy, stepping away from the naturally ungendered state of his people to embrace masculinity instead. He is extroverted, loves a good party, and has definitely been a little over his depth with alcohol on many occasions. He knows this is a problem. He used to act rebellious because of it, trying to be cool and aloof, but he has since admitted the truth to himself and now openly seeks help. His trans lover, Zaire (seen in a previous post) has become a great support to him. Even though it may seem odd to use the pose of a god of wine for a character that is trying to overcome an alcohol issue, I still feel like the vibe of Bacchus or Dionysus fits Olli well. He is not only a god of wine, but also of pleasure in general, a concept Olli embraces. Wild joy, perhaps to the point of becoming a little feral, abandoning tradition for personal fulfillment. It is unusual for goblins to embrace a binary gender, even partially. Gendered pronouns do not exist in their tongue, only being used in cases where common speech needs to be used to refer to certain significant figures, such as a leader. It is also unusual for a goblin to take a lover outside their species, since most goblins live in fairly isolated places and all mate together seasonally, depositing their eggs in a communal nursery pool. Olli stands out on purpose.

Lastly, Sajak, an amphibious person with some fish-like features such as their finned ears and a barely visible dorsal fin. They are holding the genderqueer flag as they stand in a commanding pose, one foot on a rock, one arm held out as if pointing to something below them. This pose is taken from the central Poseidon statue in the fountain of Trevi. Their head, arms, and torso are covered in dark tattoos in abstract designs, and they also have a few natural dark stripes along their arms and legs. The obvious connection between Sajak and this statue of Poseidon is that Sajak is a fish person and Poseidon is an ocean god. If I could have thought of a more medical figure, I may have made a different choice in the art reference. Sajak is primarily a doctor, a healer. They are fairly well known and they were an important figure on their home island, though they did leave eventually. Even so, there is a certain vibe to Sajak that suits the image of a powerful and unpredictable oceanic god. They are steady, intelligent, and careful, but they can become fierce when their loved ones are under threat, and the intense focus they show in their work as a doctor can be intimidating to see. There is a feeling of hidden power within Sajak, just as there is in the ocean when it seems calm. Fish folk, whether bipedal and amphibious or fully aquatic, also fit under my category of "non-mammalian people who are just kind of genderqueer by default due to their biology not fitting into a binary".

#figure art #figure drawing #nonbinary #intersex #genderqueer #queer ocs #winks ocs #image description #accessible art #my designs #drow #lizard folk #elves #goblins #merfolk

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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Furies (Mermay OT4)

Request from @angellioncosplay, fill is NSFW

The jagged edge of the harpoon slices into his tail.

Barclay knows he’s doomed but he thrashes and tries to dive all the same. He doesn’t know what the boar above wants, doesn’t care, he just wants to go home, he has to make it back to them, please, all he wants is to see them again.

A second barb pierces his side, blood clouds his vision.

In the darkness below, he thinks he sees two red lights racing closer. Then the harpooners tug, and the world snaps to black.

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“Is he stable?” Duck whispers as Aubrey swims out of Barclay’s bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah. I’m glad Indrid warned us when he did; if he’d lost much more blood, I’m not sure even my powers coulda helped.”

“And Joe and ‘Drid?”

“They’re gonna stay with him. I think they’re okay but, well” she sighs, shakes her head, “if that’d happened to Dani, I don’t think anything could make me leave her side.” She loops their arms together as they swim to the door, “do you wanna come stay with us? I know this is hard on them, but you had to, like, break a harpoon in half while one of your friends almost died.”

“Nah, oughta stay in case any of ‘em need somethin.”

“You want to keep Dr. Harris Bonkers for extra support?” She holds out her sea bunny.

Duck rubs it’s back, “I’ll be okay, but thanks for the offer Lady Flame. You get home safe now.”

“I will. Oh” She turns, swimming backwards as she adds, “if he needs any more healing between now and tomorrow, come get me right away!”

He promises he will, locks the house up for the night and floats into the kitchen to put it back in some kind of order. Indrid’s sketch pad and enchanted pen are still on the floor where he dropped them, Joseph’s book and Duck’s half-built model ship knocked sideways from the seer pushing away from the table in a flurry of silver and panic. And on the counter are the ingredients Barclay’d set out for dinner, the ones he was checking off when he realized he needed scallops and swam off with a promise to be right back.

Duck sighs, jumps when something whaps at the green-glass window.

“Jesus Winnie, thought you were in the bedroom.” He cracks the window enough to lift the octopus inside. See slowly slides off his arm, swimming across the floor to the pile of salvaged ship instruments Duck and Indrid found for her.

“Maybe this will keep her from stealing the silverware.” Barclay plucks a knife from the cephalopods tentacle.

Suddenly, he’s too heavy to swim. They almost lost him.

It’s simple, really. Duck is in love with Joe and Indrid. Joe and Indrid are in love with Barclay. But that doesn’t mean Duck doesn’t love the other mer; Barclay is one of his best friends, a sympathetic ear when things go south and the only one of the four of them capable of beating Joe at Ten Shells. Barclay also understands something about Duck that escapes many of their kind; that he can love Joe, curious and meticulous from his black hair to his dapper monochrome tail, and Indrid, strange and aloof until you gave him the right kind of stroke on his silver scales, with the same intensity. It just manifests in different ways.��

Duck cracks the bedroom door open, finds the wounded mer on his back in their large, seaweed colored bed. Indrid and Joe are nestled on either side of him. Normally, they’d be an undignified, loving pile, but the bandages on his stomach and tail prevent it.

Indrid stirs, trilling in distress. His nightmares come and go, are most often the echos of horrible futures he was forced to watch over and over. Duck has a pretty good guess as the which one is playing in his mind tonight.

He wiggles down onto the bed, draping his arm over Indrid’s side and guiding his bony back and red fin against his chest. When Indrid registers his weight, the nervous twitches of his tail stop. Duck glances up, watches Barclay’s hand glide down the bed to hold Indrid’s own.

Someone almost took this from them. Almost ripped away pieces of the hearts of the mers he loves most in the world.

And he wants to know who.

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“Dearest, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, totally fine.” Barclay tries to sit up as a demonstration, only for his whole body to convulse. He falls back against the bed, whimpering pathetically.

“Hmmm, I was afraid that would be the case. There were some timelines where you healed quickly, but it seems the monsters who attacked you did a great deal of damage.”

“No, no, it was just a twinge, if you give me a sec I can-”

“-You will stay in bed.” Indrid’s red gaze sharpens, “no mate of mine is going to re-open his wounds trying to make me breakfast.”

“Besides” Joseph looks up from setting all the med supplies they need in tidy stacks and lines, “it’s not like Duck or I can’t cook. You need to rest, big guy.” He swims over, strokes Barclays hair. Barclay leans into the feelings, trying to ignore the fear gnawing a new hole in his side.

In the three days since the attack, he hasn’t been alone. His boyfriends and friend take turns sitting with him, talking when he wants to and letting him sleep when he needs, bringing him food and changing his bandages without complaint.

It’s all wrong. That’s not their job. It shouldn’t be, that’s what they have him for. Some part of him wishes they’d been too late. Because he doesn’t want to face what’s coming.

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“Any luck?”

“Some. Juno says she saw an unfamiliar hull pass by about an hour before Barclay got attacked, but she wasn’t close enough to see any details.”

“Damn it.” Joseph slams the book one human weapons in frustration, then cringes at his outburst.

Duck swims to him, pulling him up from the chair into an embrace, “We’ll figure it out, slick. Nothin else, happen to know we got a real smart mer workin the case.” He winks, kisses Joseph on the cheek.

He snorts, then looks at the floor, “Some part of me is worried about what will happen if we do figure out who hurt him. I...I don’t believe in violence outside of dire circumstances, but they, they nearly killed him. I’d like to say my motive in seeking them out is to make sure they can’t hurt anyone else but, well, that’s secondary at best. What I want is to make them pay.”

“That makes two of us” Indrid slithers in the door, “he’s sound asleep, not to worry. I have narrowed down our potential culprits with my visions, but I too am afraid of what I may do if I locate the humans who dared harm him.”

“I get the feelin, but right now we’re mostly borrowin trouble. Let’s wait until we know a little more before decidin whether to track ‘em down.”

Joseph nods, opens his mouth to suggest one of them retrieve dinner from the fishmonger down the block, when there’s a crash from the kitchen.

“Damn, Winnie must’ve gotten into the cabinets again.”

Indrid blinks, then frowns, “No, that is not her doing.”

Rushing into the kitchen reveals Barclay trying to arrange food on the counter. His upper body can barely move, and his tail is unable to maintain direction due to the bandages.

“Don’t worry about, ow, me” Barclay smiles at them, but Joseph spots panic in his eyes, “th-thought I’d do some meal prep since you’re all gonna be busy this week.”

He’s about to point out that a)they’re all capable of feeding themselves even when busy and b)Barclay’s only been recovering for a week and a half and Aubrey explicitly told him it would be at least a month before he could move around without help.

Before he can make any points at all, Indrid draws himself up to his full height, frills of his ears fanned out and gestures to the bedroom, “You will do no such thing. You need your rest, dearest.”

“But-”

“That was an order, not a request.” It’s a tone that never fails to make Joseph’s spine turn to mush, and by the flash of pink in Barclay’s tail, he feels the same way. Then his whole tail drains of color and he nods.

“Right. Sorry. I, I didn’t mean to upset you guys.”

Indrid’s frills flatten and he swims swiftly towards the other mer, “Barclay, I’m not-”

“It’s okay. I caused enough trouble already.” He catches Indrid by the chin to kiss him, blows a second kiss Joseph’s way, then disappears into the bedroom.

As Indrid flicks his tail nervously, Duck clears his throat, “Know I joke about him not havin a selfish bone in his body, but this is startin to get ridiculous.”

The silver-scaled mer sighs, coiling his tail around Joseph’s own and opening his arms so Duck will come give him a hug. When the three of them are close together he murmurs, “ I saw this timeline, but I had so hoped it would not be the one we ended up in. I have mentioned before that the culture Barclay and I grew up in as deep water mers is very different than what you have on the reef. One component of that was the belief that a mer who could not carry his weight in his home would not be in said home for much longer. His mate or mates not only could, but were encouraged to, throw him out to make room for a more useful partner.”

The entirety of Joseph’s stomach crawls up his throat, “He really thinks we’d do that to him?”

“I suspect so.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder, “Barclay is already prone to such fears, in that he prides himself on taking care of others. And it is a deeply ingrained message and practice, so much so that there are times I still fear you three may turn me away should my powers disappear.”

“‘Drid-”

The mer purrs reassuringly, “But then I remind myself that I am not down there. I am up here, with you who love me regardless of my strength. Seeing the future helps a great deal as well; I can peek and see there are no timelines where you turn me away. Hmm” his tail taps Sterns lower back, “I wonder, is there a way we can mimic that experience for Barclay? Help him see his future here?”

Joseph gets an idea and, for the first time all day, the sense that he’s getting somewhere, “I have a plan.”

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Barclay isn’t sure if this is some cruel joke, or if his boyfriends genuinely believe they won’t grow tired of him needing to be cared for all the time. Regardless, he doesn’t know what to do when Joseph lays beside him, kissing his cheek and shoulder as he talks about how they should go see the Kelpie migration this fall, and how he’s heard about a human beach where they serve a swim-up meal to mers and humans alike, and wouldn’t it be nice for all four of them to visit and try the food?

He doesn’t know what to do when Indrid gently sits him upright and combs his hair, jumping from topic to topic between kisses to the back of his neck but always returning to what they should do for Joseph’s birthday, or Dani and Aubrey’s anniversary, or their own anniversary.

He doesn’t know what to do right now, Indrid sitting and drawing while Joseph finishes changing the bandages on his tail. The one on his side came off a few days ago, scar tissue forming a jagged tooth of pink and white in his skin.

Duck swims in, greeting them all at once, his usually friendly expression somber.

“Joe, ‘Drid, could I talk to you in the kitchen? It’ll only be a minute.”

His boyfriends nod, assuring him they’ll be back even as they swim away. He wishes he could believe it, but he can think of only one reason Duck would need to talk to them alone. With a sad little groan, he rolls onto his uninjured side and pities himself to sleep.

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“You’re sure that’s the one?”

“Positive. Minerva had a near miss with it this mornin, described the exact same thing Barclay did. Speakin of which, we know they’re down a few harpoons because the ones they sent after her she threw right back at them.”

“A fair response if ever there was one. Do we all agree on the plan?”

“Yep”

“Yes.”

“Good” A smile that could make a sea monster afraid, “then let us begin.”

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Winthrop lounges on the deck of the Nemo as his guests and the hired guides mill around the edges of the boat. After that run-in with the mermaid earlier today, they’re on pins and needles, hoping to see and (finally) catch another.

Is poaching in a protected cove illegal? Only if you don’t have the money to pay the fine. Is it wrong to hunt the rare creatures that call this stretch of ocean home? Wrong is a deeply subjective concept.

Warmth leaves the deck as clouds swirl above the sun.

“I say, wasn’t it sunny a moment ago?”

“Yep. Could be again, provided y’all head to shore and never come back here.” A voice calls from the bow.

Everyone races forward, shouting in excitement when they discover the merman addressing them with an oddly calm expression.

“Don’t even think about tryin to spear me. You ain’t the only ones with weapons.”

A second mer surfaces, armed with a spear gun he clearly knows how to use.

“Joe’s a damn good shot.”

The other mer fixes them with a steely gaze, “This is your last warning. Leave this cove and never try to hunt here again.”

“Or what?”

The whole boar rocks as something massive bumps the underside. Screams draw his attention to the silver, serpentine shape gliding through the water. A red fin breaks the surface and then it’s gone.

Then the boat nearly capsizes as it rams the port side. In the darkening waves, the monster turns it’s head to look up at them. It’s red eye is the size of a steering wheel, but he forgets all about that when the creature rears up, jaws snapping, and narrowly misses dragging his wife off the boat between butcher-knife teeth.

“Our friend here is mighty angry with you” the first merman rubs the monster's fin as it swims by him, “in fact, he’s downright furious.”

“And it looks like he’s decided to build up some speed before hitting you this time. I don’t think your boat will survive that amount of force.”

“Alright, alright we’ll leave, we’ll go and never come back.”

A hissing screech from the monster.

“We swear!” He says, really meaning it this time.

The first merman points towards shore, “then get goin’.”

The boat speeds away, and Winthrop decides to never, ever look back.

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“That was fuckin incredible darlin’”

“Thank you” Indrid returns to his usual form, groggy but pleased, “you were both wonderful as well.”

“Never been happier that you’re so into workin out how human machines operate” Duck kisses Joseph hard, one of Indrid’s favorite sights in the whole of the sea.

“If you like how I handle a spear gun, you should see how I handle, um, other things.”

“I am” Indrid yawns, “in favor of that idea. But first, I believe I am due for a nap, and Barclay is due for an update.”

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“You did all that for me?” Barclay twists his fingers in the blanket beneath him, trying to sound pleasantly surprised instead of confused. From the look Joseph and Duck trade, he’s doing a shit job.

“Well, technically we also did it to keep the reef safe from hunters, and hopefully start a legend that will keep any like-minded poachers from coming within fifty miles of our home. Or our family. And yes, dearest, that includes you.” In the darkened bedroom, deep purple shimmers up Indrid’s tail. A signal to obey.

“I, I never said it didn’t.”

“Yes, but it has been on your mind for weeks.”

“I…”

“Barclay” Joseph settles beside him, taking his hand, “Indrid told us about what you two were taught about needing care or being helpless. I, we, none of us want you thinking that’s what will happen here. I promise.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying, not until Indrid whispers “hush now, dear one” and carefully rests their tails together so that the wound is left untouched.

“I, I thought saying it would make it worse. Make you think I needed reassurance, which would just make it clear how useless I am. I, I know that sounds ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous to feel vulnerable or scared after something traumatic.” Joseph traces his fingers up and down his arm and his scales ripple in reply.

“Nor to feel off-balance when you are unable to do what you usually do.”

“But you gotta tell us next time.” Duck rests next to Joseph, “we care about you, all three of us, but we can’t help if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

He flashes apologetic yellow, “You’re right. I’ll, I’m gonna try to be better about that. It’s just hard for me to let other mers take care of me sometimes.”

The purple returns to Indrid’s tail, and when he turns to look at Barclay his smile is no longer gentle and ethereal. It’s almost tangible enough to slice his chest and send everything he wants pouring onto the bed.

“It seems to me, my dear one, that you could use some practice in that area.”

“Yes” he murmurs, then yips when Indrid bites his throat, “I mean yes, sir.”

“Much better. After all, your convalescence has made such things difficult until now. And yes, Joseph, I will keep an eye on the futures to be certain no one is hurt. Speaking of which: Duck, please adjust so Barclay’s head is in your lap. You’ll need to hold his shoulders down should he try and disobey me.”

A shift of the bed and then his head rests on mottled green scales.

“Hey” He smiles up and Duck sends a crooked grin his way, setting more pink off in his tail. He may not want to fuck him, but Barclay’s not about to deny how handsome Duck can be.

This rumination distracts him from Indrid and Joseph’s conversation, so he’s pleasantly surprised when the black-tailed mer catches his lips in a kiss. It’s precise, down with calculated care that always makes him feel like the most interesting, important thing in the world.

“That’s it big guy, relax for us.”

“I’, I’m tryINGfuck, it’s, it’s kinda hard when Indrid is doing that.”

Indrid chuckles, continues teasing the scales in his upper tail, “Shall I stop?”

“No, please no-”

“Please what?” His slit opens at the steel in Indrid’s voice.

“Please sir.”

“Good boy. Ah, and here’s that lovely cock of yours. What shall I do with it, hmmm?”

“Anything you want sir.” He tries not to giggle as Joseph nibbles his ear.

“I was not asking you.” Indrid cocks his head at Duck.

“Huh” Duck toys with Barclays hair, “think I wanna see you suck it. Been too damn long since you had a dick in your mouth that wasn’t mine.”

Indrid licks his lips and then Barclay’s moans fill the bedroom as his boyfriend lovingly sucks the head of his cock.

“Is now the time to mention he sucked me off yesterday while you were at work?” Joseph smiles up at Duck, though his hand is busy teasing Barclay’s nipples.

Duck growls, “and you didn’t even give an encore where I could watch. Mighty rude of you. Both of you.”

“Don’t blame me” Indrid jerks Barclay off with one hand and fingers his slit with the other, “you know how needy our pet gets.”

“True. Guess I’ll have to put him in his place.” Duck looks down at Barclay, gaze soft in spite of his tone, “not tonight though. Tonight his job is to take care of you.”

“Speaking of which” Joseph turns his face into another kiss just as Indrid’s mouth envelopes his cock once again. He moans and whimpers between those perfect lips, a month of not even being able to touch himself meaning his body is already being dragged towards orgasm. His hand finds Joseph’s tail, petting it enticingly.

“If you AHnnnfuck, lay perpendicular babe, I can suck you off without hurting myself.”

Joseph glances at Indrid, who pulls off of Barclay’s cock and shakes his head, “Not tonight, dearest.”

He whimpers, tries to lift his head, use his tongue to tease Joseph’s retreating tail, only or Duck to hold him firmly in place.

“I know, sweet one, you do so love being inside our pet, whether with that talented tongue, those skillful hands, or this sinful thing.” He gives a final jerk, then uses his tail to guide Joseph into his former position, “And I would never deny you that pleasure. He’s such a good little pet after all.” He kisses Joseph posessively, then glides behind him and sets his hands on his waist, “which is why I am going to fuck him on you. I will control his movements, so as to avoid aggravating your injury.”

“And because you get off on it.” Duck adds.

“That too.”

“AHfuck!” Barclay’s whole tail lights up purple for an instant as Indrid shoves Joseph down onto his cock. He might submit to Indrid, but Joseph is the mer in the sea he most wants to claim, to fuck until he’s begging for more.

“Nghnshit, shit that’s so good big guy, fuck I missed this.”

“Ahem.”

“Thank you Indridoh, ohohohohfuck.” Joseph’s hands scrabble on Barclay’s tail as Indrid bounces him up and down. He looks so handsome like this, cock hard and slit swallowing Barclay to the hilt, dark hair loose and framing his head like a crown.

Barclay reaches for him, desperate for a touch, but Duck holds him down.

“Thank you, love, if he had moved just then he would have hurt himself.”

“Don’t care” Barclay growlwhines, “Joseph, babe, wanna touch you so bad.”

“You’ll get to, big guy, there’ll be plenty of chances after this.”

He growls, teeth clenched as the riptide of his orgasm pulls at him.

“It’s okay big fella, you can let go. We’ve got you.” Duck’s voice, as soothing as the hand he scritches down his scalp.

“Fuck” is all he gets out before Indrid pushes Joseph down and Barclay spurts up into him with moan.

“Better, big guy?” Joseph’s smile is as dazzling as ever.

“Uh huh.” His bones are mud, his eyes heavy, and he feels better than he has all month.

“Good. Come, let me look you over and hold you. Duck and Joseph will join us shortly.”

“But I thoughtAHfuck” is all he hears before the sound of Duck frantically fucking Joseph fills one half of the room, his boyfriends moan switching from charming to mouthwatering as Duck keeps fucking him after he’s cum.

Indrid builds them a nest on the other side of the bed, guides him into it to comb his hair and rub his aching shoulders, humming as he does. Eventually, Duck swims over to join them, Joseph more floating than swimming in his embrace.

“How do you feel, big guy?”

“Good. Really, really good.” He closes his eyes, safe in the knowledge that his home and family will still be his when he wakes up.

Then he opens them again.

“Wait, so what the fuck did you actually do to the guy who harpooned me?”

#OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #mermay fills #indruck #sternclay #inclay #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #agent stern/duck newton

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gluevah · 3 years

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the way you customize plush is so cute and unique, i'm in love.. it reminds me of what I would do as a child. but as children we weren't scared to mess up our expensive toys lol D: do you have a link/tutorial on how you made the shiny jolteon & vaporeon? they look amazing. thank you in advance :o

Thank you! I love doing it, it's so much fun and the result is so satisfying c:

I do not currently have a tutorial written out, so I'll just do that now I guess!

First, I unstuffed the plush. completely. For jolteon, I undid the neck seam to remove the white neck ruff. For vaporeon, I undid the seam in the middle of the head to remove the frill. I then undid the outer seam to separate the white from the blue. Then I removed the head fins, and separated the yellow from the blue. I set aside the white parts (and the yellow for vaporeon).

I filled my dye pot (if you dye plush, you need a separate pot that you ONLY use for dye because once you dye in a pot it is no longer food safe) 3/4 full with water. Bring it to a boil (or at least a simmer). Then add the dye. For jolteon I ended up using a full bottle of Kentucky sky (but that was the second dyebath, the first one I mixed yellow and blue and he was this weird yellow-but-maybe-some-green color). For vaporeon, I used about half a bottle of super pink. I started out with maybe a quarter bottle but it didn't do anything, so I just added a little more at a time and then suddenly it was REALLY PURPLE so I was like "damn" and didn't add any more.

For each bath, you leave them in for between half an hour and 45 minutes (I usually get tired of stirring after like half an hour) stirring continuously so the color is even. A trick I use to see if I can stop is, I fill a glass with cold water, lift up a little bit of the fabric in the pot, and trickle some water onto it. If the color runs right out of that spot, y'ain't done. If it stays mostly the same color, you should be fine. I've only tried this trick with minky though so idk how reliable it is for other fabrics. Also, the more "furlike" fabric tends to change texture on the high heat so I think next time I dye one I'll do it on lower heat.

Aaanyway, once the heat is off, take the pot and pour it into the sink, plush and all. IF YOUR SINK IS WHITE IT'LL PROBABLY STAIN so maybe use a utility sink if you have one in your laundry room? Rinse the pot and set it aside. Now you're gonna rinse the plush in warm/hot water until the water runs clear. Then, you're gonna fill the sink a little bit with water, add a little detergent, and wash the plush. A lot more dye will come out, it's fine. Once you've washed it, rinse again until the water is clear. Drain the water, fill it again a little bit (filling the whole sink would be really wasteful), add a little detergent, wash and rinse again. Once the water runs clear, squeeze out as much water as you can (don't wring! It'll stretch the fabric weird and make it wrinkle and it'll dry goofy lookin) and lay it out to dry.

Once it's dry, you'll need to sew them back together. With jolteon, the head opening and neck opening stretched so they were way wider than the hole in the center of the neck ruff. So what I did was, I just sewed his head to his neck. I stuffed his head, and his neck. Then I widened the hole in the neck ruff so I could slide it on over his body up to his neck. Then I ladder stitched the ruff to the base of his neck, right up by his head. Then I stuffed the rest of him. Idk if other people will have the same issue, I've no idea why I had that problem so you might not. If you don't, just pin the ruff to the neck and baste it, then pin the head to the neck and ruff and sew all 3 layers together.

For vaporeon, first you'll have to sew the yellow bits back to the tops of the fins, and sew them back into place on the front of the head. Then sew the white part of the frill to the colored part. Once the frill is back together, baste it to the front of the head. Then pin the face and frill to the back of the head and sew all 3 layers together. Once that's done, stuff it and you're done!

#dye tutorial #modified plush #build a bear #how to dye your plush #resources #reference

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Sixty-One: Swimming ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, drowning ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

The memory has always been foggy.

Even now, ten years after that fateful day, Sasuke recalls very little of what happened. One minute he had been swimming in the shallow edge of the ocean with his brother, enthused and excited to finally have a family vacation. His parents were always so busy, but at last, they had a few days to just...be together. Have some fun. Even Fugaku had been smiling.

And then...he went under.

Water. Flashes of blue and white, short gasps of air, flailing limbs, not knowing what way was up or down. It seemed to go on forever, struggling to breathe just enough to stay alive before being pulled back down.

It was like the current had him by the ankles, determined to pull him to a watery grave.

...but then...it stopped. He surfaced. Swam a few desperate, amateur strokes in his youth until his feet touched a sandy floor.

Where…?

He was in a strange formation of stone. Almost like an egg from the inside, with a hole at the top, bright blue with sky. Around one edge was a belt of the fine earthen granules, golden and soft. A few plants grew along the edges. And there, to the other side, was a dipping abyss.

It looked like it went...under the stone? A tunnel out, maybe?

But he’d been far too frightened to try to swim back under - to make his way back out to his family. Instead, he cried for help. Cried until his voice went hoarse. And then finally, blessedly, someone looked in through the top at him. Lowered a rope with a slat of wood to sit on, like his swing back home. Clinging to it and shivering, Sasuke had been pulled up through the gap and back into the panicked arms of his family.

Itachi blamed himself. Said he’d let Sasuke wander too far. The younger brother had tried to explain that pulling feeling, but...no one would listen. Told him it was a current, not anything conscious or seeking.

...but still, the conviction remained: something had pulled him down there. And then...something had saved him. Put him safely into the strange cove beyond the ocean’s reach.

One would think such an experience would drive a primal fear into him...but instead, he did the opposite. A drive to conquer the water rose in him. And so, Sasuke joined his junior swim team in school. And progressed with it through middle school, and into his final four years of primary education. Now no longer a high schooler, he steps into his final summer before college begins.

And he’s back at the beach.

In his family’s eyes, it’s no longer a welcoming place. He has to wait until his agemates choose it as their last class-wide getaway before he can return. It takes many assurances that he’s going to be fine, he’s no longer a child, before his parents agree to let him go.

It’s...changed since he was a boy.

There’s now a fancy hotel, the beaches far more crowded and trafficked than before. Where they once vacationed with little interruption, there’s hardly a place to sit in the sand.

But in truth, the beach isn’t exactly what Sasuke’s looking for.

He wants to find the cove.

It would be easy enough to climb to the top, but...getting down would be dangerous. No...if he wants in, he’ll have to swim back through the gap under the stone.

Why?

...he has to know. What dragged him down? Was he really just imagining things? Or is there something lurking in these waters?

Managing to ditch his classmates, he makes his way down the beach to the strange cove. From here, it just looks like a rock outcropping. But in truth, it’s perfectly hollow: like a bowl resting on its edge. Wading out to his knees, Sasuke has only a pair of goggles to let him see through the murky water.

From here, he can’t begin to see what he’s looking for. He’ll have to search, first.

Taking a deep breath, he goes a ways further before leaving his feet and swimming. Smooth, clean strokes take him easily out into deeper waters, sticking close to the outcropping before starting to dive in search of the opening.

After fifteen minutes of diving with no luck, he surfaces and treads water, thinking. He can’t really remember what side of the cove he came up through...once he was taken out, his father had scooped him up and taken him back to the car, and his orientation had been lost. He could be searching on the wrong side, but...this was where he was first pulled under.

...maybe there’s no way back unless he’s taken.

It’s risky, but...maybe worth a try.

Doing his best to relax, Sasuke takes several preparatory breaths...before letting himself sink beneath the waves.

For a long moment, there’s a calm weightlessness as he just...floats between the ocean floor and the surface.

But then an ankle tugs, and he can’t help a partial exhale of surprise - precious air lost as he watches the light of the sky above him quickly darken.

Struggling to look down and regain his mobility, he can’t quite see if something really has him...or if it’s just an undertow. Seaweed soon brushes past him, tickling at his skin and obscuring his vision. Slowly his lungs begin to burn as his oxygen depletes.

Then...the pull suddenly stops.

Hovering in a forest of kelp, he slowly strokes with his limbs. This...is unnerving. He can’t see anything, but - there! Something just swam past! It...it’s not a shark, is it…?

Dark eyes flickering, he cautiously starts making his way to the surface, only to jerk as something grabs his wrist! Rather than up, he’s pulled forward, and the water turns pitch black.

Is...is he…?

No...there! Light! A surface! Freed from whatever grasped him, he strokes in desperation to breach, gasping as he hits air. Struggling forward, he eventually finds sand, crawling up before collapsing on his back.

Silence, save for the muffled calls of gulls, and the gentle hiss of the ocean.

“...it’s you again.”

Stilling and feeling his heart stop, Sasuke stares straight up. Who...who said…?

“That was...a very foolish thing to do. I almost lost you.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sasuke pulls himself upright, sitting along the sand and looking to the water.

There, leaning on her elbows in the shallows, is a girl. At first glance, there’s nothing abnormal, but...her legs aren’t legs. It’s...it’s a tail. Like a dolphin’s. And her eyes are a strange, solid plane of white. No pupils. Webbed skin clings between her fingers, the shells of her ears long and frilled, like fins.

It had been only a dream. A figment of his imagination. Something seen so briefly, even a child barely dared to believe it, dashed quickly by the stern words of adults.

There’s no such thing as mermaids.

But he remembers, now. She’d pulled him in. Disappeared in a flash...but he saw her on his way up, clinging to that rope and board.

...she saved him.

And now she’s done it twice.

Her head tilts, wet curtain of amethyst hair slithering over her back. “...why did you come back?”

“I...I had to know.”

“...know?”

“That you were real. That I wasn’t crazy…!”

“They won’t believe you.”

“I don’t care! It’s not about them...it’s about me.” Struggling to stand, he starts to pace. “I told them...I told them something pulled me! Saved me! But no one believed...so neither did I. But now...now I know.”

Staring at him, the mermaid then asks, “...now what will you do?”

“...I dunno. Go back, I guess.”

“You won’t try to tell anyone?”

“No. You’re right - no one would believe me. I just had to prove it to myself.” Taking his turn to look at her, he adds, “...thank you for saving me. Twice.”

Her lips lift in a smile. “...you’re welcome. You like my little hideaway…?”

Gaze moving around the strange formation, he nods. “Never seen anything else like it. Or like you.”

“...Hinata.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Hinata.”

He brightens. “Sasuke. Nice to...officially meet you, Hinata.”

“Likewise.” Again her head tilts. “...will you ever come back again?”

“I dunno...maybe.”

“I would...like that.”

“Yeah? ...me too.”

“But...you are not alone now, are you? They will come looking.”

“...yeah, probably.”

“I should take you back.”

But he just got here, just met her…! Just finally proved to himself he’s not insane! “...all right.”

“Keep hold of my tail - I’ll show you the way.”

Obliging, Sasuke watches as she carefully makes her way out, quickly heading for the surface. As he’d suspected, they’re far farther from shore than he’d initially thought.

“See this stone, here? It marks the way. For when you return. Stay close to the side, the current won’t find you.”

“Is that really what dragged me down?”

...she doesn’t reply.

Treading water, he hesitates. “...well...guess this is goodbye for now.” This all feels so surreal, just...talking to her. Like she’s any other person.

“Yes...for now. Take care, Sasuke. The ocean gives and takes as she pleases. Don’t tempt her again.”

“...I’ll try not to.” Taking her advice, he makes his way around toward shore. It’s gotten late, the crowds thinning a bit.

“Hey, there he is!”

“Sasuke! Where you been?”

Making his way up the beach, the Uchiha pauses. “Just...doing a little diving.”

“C’mon man, we’re going out for dinner! Fresh seafood!”

“...be right there.”

.oOo.

Not much to say about this one besides...mermaids! Mermaid Hinata, specifically. And almost-drowned Sasuke, lol Not as fleshed out as I'd like, but it's late and I'm tired, as usual - someday I'll do these when not exhausted =w=;;; Anyway, my eyeballs are screaming - time for bed! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #drowning //#of monsters and men [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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the-hcroine-appears · 6 years

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Brio was dozing off on the couch, wings trailing on the floor. His phone buzzed, startling him as it did so right next to his face. He grabbed his phone and stared at it. It took him a few moments to process the words on the screen and what they were saying. Turned out it was an incoming text message from Roan's Undyne. He yawned and opened the text to give it a read.

"HEY U R U READY 4 A FIGHT???????" read the message. Brio stared at the message for a moment, let out another yawn and typed something back.

"not up for fighting. want to race instead?"

He hit send and then laid his head on the couch again. He tried to fall back asleep, but Undyne's return message came too soon for him to even doze off. He lifted his head just enough to be able to see his phone and opened the message.

"Ya sure that's fine. U want me 2 come over or do u want 2 come 2 me?"

As he typed up a reply, Brio found it amusing how it much extra effort it would have taken Undyne to add those numbers. He didn't know why phone keyboards were laid out the way they were. But he did vaguely recall a time when it would have been easier just to swap certain words out for numbers. Having an actual virtual keyboard to type with certainly made things easier.

"i can head over to you, no problem."

"Ok! I'm outside my house so meet me there."

Brio sent her a thumbs-up emoji, before sticking his phone in his pocket. He sat up and cracked his back a bit and flexed his wings. In a moment, he disappeared.

Undyne jumped as the skeleton appeared before her, her fins frilling up a bit. She stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips, fixing Brio with a big grin.

"HEY! Now that you're here, LET'S GET RACING ALREADY!!!"

"we should probably set out like, a course and rules or something."

Undyne deflated a little, frowning.

"Ah, come on, it's a race! What more do we need?"

"a destination, for starters." Brio took a few steps towards her. He turned on his heel and leaned against the wall of her house. "kinda hard to declare a winner if we don't know what 'winning' looks like, you know?"

Undyne huffed and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Okay, fine, you've got a point." She glanced around for a bit, mentally trying to plot out a course. "Okay, let's say we... start from the roof, and then race to see who can reach the edge of that little pond over there."

She pointed past the opening to her cave and to the little sliver of water beyond. Brio leaned a bit to follow where she was pointing before nodding.

"okay, sounds good to me."

Undyne turned to say something to him, only to find he'd disappeared again. She looked around until she heard some scuffing on the roof. She blinked and looked up to find Brio trying to keep his balance on the roof. Undyne stared at him for a moment, before grinning and rolling her eye. She leapt up onto the roof next to him. He let out a startled yelp and clung to the nearest roof fixture for a moment. His wings flapped a bit as he tried to maintain his balance.

Undyne laughed, standing tall and proud. She unfurled her own wings and got into a ready position.

"Ready?"

"no!"

Brio scrambled into a more ready to go position, holding his wings out at an awkward angle as he tried to balance.

"Are you ready now?"

Brio nodded this time, glancing towards her. She flashed him a big, toothy grin, lowering herself and getting ready to launch herself at any moment.

"Okay, ready... set... GO!"

She launched herself off the roof with a big leap, catapulting herself a good distance in one go. She let out a glorious cackle of delight and spread her wings wide to help her glide. She cast a glance over her shoulder to check on where Brio was. To her surprise, she spotted him gliding along not that far behind her. Well, maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised. He was made of bones, after all. He didn't have as much weight to carry on those flimsy little bone wings of his.

This would be the point at which Undyne would try to pull ahead with a significant burst of speed... if she could actually fly rather than glide. At least Brio didn't seem to be much better off than she was, she thought to herself. They were both gliding along at the same pace, so she didn't have to worry about him overtaking her.

Until he managed to overtake her.

Undyne blinked a couple of times in disbelief as he casually floated ahead of her. She caught a glimpse of a blue glow in his chest— he was using blue soul magic, the cheater. Well, if that was how he was going to do this, then two could play at this game.

Undyne reached out and grabbed his arm as he tried to pass her. He glanced back at her in time to see her yank him back. She used the momentum from the motion to propel herself forward. She laughed as she heard him yelp, flapping a couple of times to compensate for the change in speed. She glanced back to try and see how Brio was doing, only to see him rocketing towards her. She twisted in midair, just in time to attempt to brace herself as he collided into her.

They went tumbling through the air, turning end over end until they hit the ground and went sliding. Undyne was on the bottom, and her head fins hit the water first. She caught Brio in a headlock and pinned him to the ground.

"MY FINS HIT THE WATER, THEREFORE I WIN!!!" she proclaimed. Brio squawked a bit, flailing in her grasp. Good thing he didn't have a throat, because otherwise she'd be crushing his windpipe.

"okay okay, you win! heck."

Undyne cackled again and released him, before standing up and dusting herself off.

"Ha! Even using your soul magic to cheat, you couldn't beat me!"

"hey, we never said that wasn't allowed." Brio rolled over onto his back and flashed her a mischievous grin. Undyne laughed and playfully kicked Brio.

"Come on, I thought it was obvious!" she said. "Just you versus me, nothing else. No fancy tricks, only raw skill!"

"well, in that case i definitely had to cheat," Brio said with a big grin. "because you've got more experience with wings than i do."

"I only got them like a day or two before you!"

"see? more experience."

Undyne rolled her eye and offered Brio a hand up. He took it and she yanked him to his feet, almost causing him to topple over again. She then clapped him on the back, flashing him another of her patented toothy grins.

"Well, regardless! That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"i think i'd like a chance to recover from some of the bumps i got from the last one, nyeh heh."

Undyne laughed and gestured towards her house.

"Want some tea, then? It'll patch you right up!"

"tea would be nice, sure. thanks."

#!long post #!undyne talks to people #!drabbles #m!a: majestic birb #((just a couple of monsters goofing around))#((finally got around to having them race lol))

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