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interact-if · 6 months
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Hello! I've been following the Greenwarden IF by Fiddles for awhile now, and I was wondering if there were any other games that included the option to have an albino mc? The inclusion made me very happy, but I haven't seen other games yet that had the option. Thank you for all of your work! I really appreciate this blog <3
Hi Anon,
It doesn't seem like we found another title for an albino MC aside from:
Gods and Villains by @godsandvillains-if
Greenwarden by @fiddles-ifs
If someone knows of other games, please let us know!
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Today's disabled character of the day is Uri from Watermelon, who has albinism and an unspecified trauma disorder
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[Image Description: Drawing of a young girl with short white hair, cat ears, and red eyes. She has tears in her eyes. She's wearing an orangish red dress with a pink chrysanthemum over her heart. In front of her are light pink almond blossoms, the background is light orange, and her hair and leaves are blowing in the wind. She has a light skin tone.]
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tromroan · 8 months
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You may see this drawing again from me later on, since I want to finish the background a bit more.... (I got attached to this art fight, haha) But for now, and since I like posting things in order... Here is my second art attack against @cupozo !!! Again, I decide between all of their wonderful characters, so I put two together, with the silly little title "Customer or Curio?" Thank you for letting me draw your guys :)))
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lowkeyliminal · 1 year
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Recent survivor of the Ghost (band) to Ghost (soldier) pipeline, iykyk.
Anyway, a notable thing that seems to be consistent in Ghost’s design is his white eyelashes. My first thought was that I generally only see white eyelashes on people with albinism. So I thought it would be very cool to do an albino Simon Riley take. It would also make sense, beyond being edgy and mysterious, that he would cover his skin most of the time to protect it from burning in the sun.
And of course, we couldn’t have Ghost without Soap, our favorite Scottish soldier and his sexy neck mic.
Designs for unmasked Konig, Horangi, and Roach incoming. 
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pyenkov · 7 months
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[WIP] My oc Zosia Zielińska
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If someone here recognises her then you probably know her from my old account (it’s deleted don’t go searching for it) though I’d be surprised if anyone from my old account somehow found my new blog
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sunnyscript · 9 months
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Fuck it. Match (Kon's clone from the Superboy 93 solo) is albino (white skin and hair + pale blue is all i need). I'm giving him nystagmus too.
And honestly, thinking of him as albino made me think of Kryptonian biology.
Like, they take their powers from the yellow sun. And tanning is your body increasing the production of melanin in an attempt to protect the skin from further damage.
Since the bodies of kryptonians living on earth aren't pastry white worryingly pale, it means UV lights affects them to some degree (tho less so than humans)
It would also mean, Match would be able to get sunburnt or have photophobia (not sure if i'm going to write him with that in mind. Just saying he could have it)
Anyway, I'll start drawing and posting fanart of him. Once i'm done with Superboy's 93 comic. Once, i'm done with it and Impulse's comic (which I'm still not done with😅). I'll make the drawing than go read "Superboy and the ravers".
I'm also not done reading young justice 98 but i think i'll continue reading it after i'm done with superboy and the ravers95
Also will write a bunch of fics. It just takes me time. I already started drafting some impulse fics. They will closely follow canon but there will be canon divergences.
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space-blue · 9 months
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Art Fight Attack #13
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Dr. Matias is a much beloved OC who belongs to @exxorcius but has also captured my heart.
This is my last Artfight entry!
The morning light catches in a fancy bokeh behind him, refracting in his glasses... But overworked Matias is completely out of it. Bonus exposed belly for people who couldn't resist tugging on his shirt to cover it, and those who'd come in for a poke.
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B&W, lineart, no effect and without glasses...
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norsil · 4 months
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There is art I made and Happy birthday to me (since if I don't congrats myself, no one congrats me at all, lol)
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flam-burr · 1 year
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Sun - Yautvember day 6
Content: Yautja Prime is sun and light, fire and lava. It's the perfect place to raise a pup... normally.
Warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abandonment, angst
A/N: Good evening, fellas :3 I am literally shocked by the amount of love this little things are getting, it really helps keep going. Thank you all for the support and if you want to join remember to check @jacklycan for the original prompt list!
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It was said that when Go'ra was born, her mother had looked at her with disgust and thrown her in the canyon nearby.
Of course, like all the stories born from hate, it wasn't completely correct.
Yes, Mother did look at her with disgust when she was born. Her pearl white skin and bright green eyes had made her think of a larva of the weakest kind, but she didn't throw her out right away.
She had been way crueller. She had kept her and brought her up until she was able to walk and talk and understand she was her mother, and then she had thrown her in the canyon.
Go'ra remembered that morning like yesterday. Mother had told her to follow her outside, even if the sun had already risen, and she had obeyed, trailing behind her at the faster speed her small feet could make her.
Mother had taken her to the cliff outside of the village’s border. She didn’t speak, not until Go’ra got closer to her to cover in her shadow.
She had flared her mandibles, eyes squinting on her tiny shape, and her voice uttered, icy: “Why did Paya curse me with you?”
Go’ra had looked down, as always, preparing for the moment Mother would have moved to go attend her duties, leaving her exposed. Then, suddenly, she was falling.
In a first moment, she screamed, scared to the bone as Mother’s silhouette got blurred by tears, then she impacted the rock wall and all her being had gotten sucked down in a spiral of emotions.
She felt pain, for her body was rolling with no control, getting cut on any surface it faced.
She felt fear as the light hurt her eyes and blinded her.
She felt anger… but she didn’t have the time to understand this one before she hit the bottom.
She experienced a moment of numbness so strong and visceral she could have said she was at peace. She sucked in the air, floating in her own mind, then it all came back.
It was hot. Excruciatingly hot. And bright.
She forced herself on her belly and crawled around like a worm with no other thought than flee that infinite torture.
Her blood was fire and her skin tissue paper that got dustier and bloodier as she staid under the light. The rocks under her body got mixed to the bones of the ones that preceded her and didn’t make it. Would she be like them, tiny white bones that shone dimly under the moons’ light?
It had been the fear of becoming part of that army of traitors that kept her moving, ignoring the drop of her stomach every time she recognised the kind of bone she was pushing onto. She could still remember the warmth of the sun, like a heavy cloak on her head, pushing her down to surrender.
Eventually, that pain had flagged and relief had come to replace it.
Go’ra had savoured that feeling like fresh water in summer, until she felt strong enough to open her eyes and lift. She had made it to a rock spur, whose shadow had been the source of the relief she was feeling.
Paya have had mercy, even of a weak and broken thing like her.
She had curled up under her refuge and cried until she had nothing left inside.
When she calmed down, she was burning with a fierce desire to see Mother. She wanted her cool shadow and powerful energy, but she also wanted to bite her and destroy her weapons.
It was a confused feeling, something her pup mind couldn’t elaborate further than the physical push to survive and do both of these things, so she settled for coming back.
She had studied the rock wall she fell from, following the shadow until the night came, and then she started her hike.
It took her more than three days of climbing at night, hiding from the sun and eating the very few and small insects she managed to catch to get to the top.
She had surged from the canyon with a pathetic whimper, rolling on her back to breathe as her heart slowed down. Her body was a constellation of scars and blood, but she was alive.
It took a little to stand again after that physical effort: she felt a suckling again as she wobbled towards her home on tired legs. She had banged on the hut’s door with all her remaining forces, pleading, threatening and sighing until the adults of the neighbouring homes had come to push her away.
Mother was not there, they said. She had left and she had to do the same if she wanted to keep moving with her own limbs.
Go’ra had cried that night, and many others, for pain and anger to the point she couldn’t see the line that separated the first from the latter anymore.
She hated her skin more than anything else. That ugly and useless white that could not protect her from the heat of her world, but shone brightly under the moons revealing the green veins underneath. She had thought many times of cutting it off.
All of it, inch after inch.
She would have used her teeth, like a bird breaking its egg, and once done she would have found a dark and tough skin, just like her mother. Thick and cool and useful. And she would have come back to her home, where the adults would welcome her as one of their own, and become a hunter, a Matriarch even! Everything would have been perfect or at least better than this.
She never did it, though. Surprisingly enough, her will to survive had been stronger than her suffering and she kept going.
She discovered that the night could be her day. That stealing food and weapons was easier if she was faster than anybody else. That a hunter makes a melodical sound as they die and that honour was bullshit.
Against what she had ever thought of herself, Go’ra had made it to adulthood, but never saw Mother again.
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ramonessaa · 5 months
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💜🤍
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grimloire · 9 months
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Moonlight Magick by me for @/frobbin_ on Artfight, Instagram, Twitter, and Toyhouse.
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wormlordzz · 1 year
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just a cute bunny boy i decided to draw
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Today's disabled character of the day is Amnesia from Gothic Wa Mahou Otome, who has an albinism and amnesia
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[Image Description: Drawing of a girl holding a black baton in her right hand. She has long white hair pulled into a braid and red eyes. She has a light skin tone. She is wearing white pants with black outer parts and gold accents. She is also wearing a white jacket, black undershirt, gold necklace with a large gold pendant, and white band hat with gold accents.]
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shpepyao · 5 months
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thatonebitheaterkid · 2 months
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Hello
Hello, my lovelies. I'm thinking about starting a series where I take a simple outline of a character. I drew call color her in many times with different conditions with skin hair and whatever and if you ever find one of my characters representing the community, the wrong way, please tell me and then I'll fix it. And if you have any suggestions for things I can make, just tell me I'll do them. This is gonna be a very long series and here are 2 of them. One has Exama and one has Albinoism😁
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colourcodedcrazy · 1 year
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Black and White Our Primordial God and Goddess, wife and husband. married for a very long time.
Black, is Polynesian whilst white is a bit of everything but Albino. it's a little harder to tell what he is
Concept art by our sweet mod goldfish, you shall soon find out what the style of Me Mod Magpie, is. It may be quite a shock it'll shall be quite different.
Ask box is open feel free to ask about them
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