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weirdmarioenemies · 5 months

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Name: Blewbird Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Blewbird is weird. I mean, no duh, it's being featured on "Weird Mario Enemies," even if our blog title gets less and less fitting by the day, but I mean weirder than you'd realize by just looking at it at a glance. If you just take a quick glance at it, you might not think much of it -- just a stylized cartoon bluebird, reminiscent of The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter.

But then you look at it more closely, notice things like its black shell and brown shoes. How weirdly smooth its skin is, without even the suggestion of feathers. The fact it doesn't have wings at all. The fact these things burrow out of the ground.

Oh, and let's not forget the fact they shoot off their own beaks!

Yeah, let's not ignore the main hook of the enemy here! Blewbirds predominantly appear in the level Blewbird Roost, where they'll stand against walls and shoot out their beaks at Mario and Friends. Of course, usually their beaks end up sticking to walls across from them...

And unfurling into platforms! That's right! Blewbirds are an animal that evolved to create Platforming Challenges! Is this how they traverse all the open air in the caves they live in without wings? It's not like they can burrow everywhere!

So whatever Blewbirds are, I'm pretty sure they're not birds. Blewbirds are birds in the sense that jellyfish are fish. (A comparison I'm pretty sure I've made multiple times on the blog at this point.) But if they aren't birds, then what are they? Well, let's take another look at Blewbird without its beak...

Does it remind you of anything...?

Because it reminds me of Birdo, another character who's named after a bird for no particularly good reason whatsoever! Almost like it's all connected... But I mean, the similarities are hard to ignore -- the tube mouth optimized for shooting projectiles, the white underbelly, the weirdly smooth skin, heck, you could probably make the very bold argument that Blewbird's ponytail and Birdo's bow are connected somehow.

But wait! I'm not ending things right there, because Blewbird doesn't only have similarities to Birdo...

You see, Nintendo has connected the Birdos and Yoshis for a while now, as Mario's main Weird Dinosaur Characters, but there hasn't been an awful lot actually connecting them in-universe... until now?! For you see, I'm making the radical claim that Blewbirds are proof of a missing link species that connects the Yoshis and Birdos! Look at it! The tube mouth of Birdo. The shell and shoes of Yoshi. It's all so clear now!

Blewbirds aren't birds! They're some sort of weird dinosaur! Just like... just like... just like real birds. Hmm.

Maybe I need to rethink the point I was making with this post. Taxonomy is weird, guys.

*phone ringing*

Oh! Hold on, I need to answer that. Hello?

Hmmm... as a matter of fact, I think I am! I spent so much time talking about Yoshis and Birdos that I forgot to do this: *touches Wonder Flower to trigger Wonder Effect for the post*

During Blewbird Roost's Wonder Effect, Blewbirds will start blowing very large, very colorful bubbles! Your character can bounce on these bubbles to go *Pauline voice* ♪ High up in the sky~! ♪, but you need to be careful, since each bubble pops when you jump on it! The number of Blewbirds in the Blewbird Roost doesn't make that much of an issue, but in a Special World level where you're a Goomba who can hardly jump at all? Well... Good Luck!

That being said, this raises even more questions about Blewbird anatomy, because they blow these bubbles out of their beaks! You know, the ones they shoot off that, as far as I'm aware, aren't even part of their bodies? And in order to blow bubbles out of their beak, their mouth has been moved to the end of it! What is going on here?!

I'm not sure, but I can try to provide a relatable human analogy! Imagine if you put a Cone in your mouth, but someone nearby touched a Wonder Flower, so the Cone fused to your face and the mouth was at the end of the Cone, and you were very scared about this development so you tried to scream but only bubbles came out. We've all been there! And for the Blewbird, it's exactly like this. Hopefully now you understand!

#blewbird #weird mario enemies #super mario bros wonder #mod hooligon

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derek-draws-stuff · 3 months

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New jerseyyyyyyyy

We can all ignore a lotta weird anatomy mistakes and whatever I was doing with the wings and stuff, ok? :3

Also, bonus kitty Mass :3

Flowers because I say so

#wttt #welcome to the table #ben brainard #wttt fanart #wttt massachusetts #wttt new jersey #I’ve made anatomy crimes #forgive me #I suddenly can’t draw #:3 #yaaaaaaay #kitty Mass #new joisey #:)

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otiksimr · 11 months

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Hey if you’re still tearing oc’s to shreds I’d really appreciate it with this guy! Their name is Soul, alien sorta-dragon species. I tried to reference cats to some degree but. Not entirely sure if the skeleton totally works out n whatnot lmfao

Some of the info references is from whales 🧚‍♀️ bros semi-aquatic

Just ignore the lack of talons/paws I forgot how to draw them 💀💀

Also, I have a species with 4 wings and 6 wings (+2 front and back legs,, nightmare), been struggling on figuring out how their joints work. Do you have any tips/ideas? Ofc ignore this if you don’t want to think about the horrors lmao

Your art and anatomy is beautiful, currently in the process of Reblogging things I’ve been meaning to— your work is very inspiring !!!!! Always look forward to your posts :)

Ah yes, very nice Whirl pfp

I don't really have anything to say for his? Just that there's a lot of clutter on the design that doesn't really seem all that necessary? Like do those extra fins on the head, the weird numbs on the shoulders or that split tail have any uses or are they just there for display??

SO I proceeded to murder your cat and turned it into a full time fish.

A thick tail so they can more easily propel themself through water. Got rid of all the spikes and numbs and replaced them with the fins. Fins all over the body. Mans is going to get SO many maidens-

Also why would you ever willingly create a creature so pain inducting.

#Kos speaks

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antidotefortheawkward-art · 3 years

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*reworks an OC* got me one of those he/theys

#my art #character design #ocs #xianxia #digital art #pls ignore how the wing pics are blurry cuz i resized them to fit on this page😔#anywho ive freed him from the shackles of dnd and now hes his own dude #I think I wanna put them in the same universe of my other xianxia ocs? but his opera style draws a lot more on qing style so idk if he'd fit #id love to play them in some ttrpg sometime ): but I don't do dnd anymore and the last two times I tried him were.......#but first one had a dm who kept being weird about his anatomy..... second one only called them kingfisher and didn't bother with their name #so he's got a Chinese last name now <3 no more English last name #wong ceoi'gun #ah shit I forgot his wings in the dan meme gjdfksfjgdfk #guns tw

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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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👀👀👀thoughts on the Rowlet line?

Already did Rowlet here, but as for the rest of the line:

I'm probably one of the few people who likes Dartrix a little better than Rowlet. Don't get me wrong, Rowlet is very cute and very round, but I just like this dapper lad's style a little more. It's so fucking funny to see this fop brushing feathers out of its face during battle, and the "hair" goes great with the leaf bowtie and the shape of the face.

Aside from the personality, I also like the body shape a lot; it keeps the best elements of a barn owl in there and is still pretty cute while also looking like an older, stronger version of Rowlet. And I like the color palette a lot here, as the white base combined with the darker brown plumage and lighter green leaves has great contrast, especially with the lighter brown/orange accents.

If I have one complaint though, it's that the wings look really weird (not helped by the right wing being blatantly lower on the body than the left wing in the official art). I know Pokemon (especially newer gen Pokemon), isn't too concerned with anatomy, but even in terms of stylization they just doesn't look right. Even if you ignore the lack of an "elbow", the shape shouldn't taper back in at the base. Rowlet's wings have this problem a bit too, but it's less noticeable there as it's less anatomically accurate to begin with.

Decidueye is a much better example of how to simply a bird wing. Speaking of which...

I have a gut feeling that Rowlet and Decidueye were designed first, then Dartrix was made afterward. Aside from the first and last stages being the most important, the color pallet also reverts back to one near-identical to Rowlet's. Dartrix also doesn't visually connect to Decidueye much, and almost seems to be going in a different direction completely, suggesting that they knew where to end but weren't completely sure how to get there.

In terms of Decidueye itself, I'm mixed. It's not bad, but there's just a bit too much going on with it.

In terms of theme, there's kind of a through-line with the dapper look of its pre-evos, as Robin Hood started off like that before becoming an outlaw in the stories. However, the dapper-ness doesn't really carry through to the end; the only real element that stays is the bowtie. It also drops most of the barn owl elements in favor of more a stilt-owl look. While none of this is inherently bad, it makes Decidueye feel a bit disconnected from its pre-evos.

Not helping with that is the amount of complexity here. The body and wings are okay, but the head is very busy--a “mask” around the face, black accents, and a jagged leafy hood. Having the face be in shadow with just the eyes visible would’ve been one way to handle it. Or the hood could’ve been dropped; I get what they were going for but it looks very unnatural, and doesn’t read all that clearly as leaves. Also, the random feather on top of the head isn’t needed.

I should also point out that I’m not big on the grass/ghost typing. The sudden “spooky” vibe doesn’t blend well with the rest of the line, and it feels like they were trying a bit too hard to avoid just having it be grass or grass/normal. If anything, grass/normal would’ve made sense given the Robin Hood influences. Not that big of a deal, but once again, feels a bit off.

However, with that said, there are a lot of good things going on with the design; the wings look great, the long legs and vine drawstrings are cool, and the archer theme is a good one. While I prefer Dartrix’s palette, the colors are still nicely distributed as well. So it’s still a good final evo; it just feels like the transition to get to it could’ve been smoother.

#rowlet #dartrix #decidueye #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Gonna deal with all of the asks about the male bodysuits versus female bodysuits in one post:

Anonymous said:

To paraphrase a quote from Doctor Doofenshmirtz, "She's 13/14!"

The age of consent in France is 15, you storyboarding weirdos, and that still wouldn’t make it right.

Anonymous said:

the whole ‘skin tight body suit’ is practical is the sense that you can just draw the anatomy and color in without adding stuff but in that aspect it’s also cheap

Anonymous said:

I always thought the reason why every hero wears a skintight jumpsuit was so it'd be easier for them to be animated. Still doesn't explain all the closeups of Ladybug's ass.

Oh, I fully understand the need to keep things not... “flowy.” That’s why you won’t see me asking for more complex things like wings/capes and just talk about very basic armor/padding. I’ve made 3D models before so I understand that having a lot of physics going on can be a hassle, and thus I avoid designs like that unless I’m just having fun.

But yeah, definitely doesn’t explain the close-up shots.

Anonymous said:

I love the spider marinette design but yeah I didn’t really get why they went with such a basic design either but then again they made hawk moth a fashion designer has created Akumas like the bubbler.

Thanks! I’m glad people like my redesign! (well, more like “me just using Spider-man as a reference”)

And yeah, they really don’t keep in mind the characters personalities in most of the designs or names.

Anonymous said:

This is a really dark idea, but I'm just imagining whenever Marinette detransforms, she takes a few deep breaths because of how constricting her supersuit is.

Okay, so Alya is basically dead then.

Anonymous said:

I guess they didn’t want Natalie exposed like the other girls because I might make the weirdness of the skin tight bodysuits apparent.

Agreed. It’d be even more obvious on the body of an adult woman. Nathalie’s also another person who gets slimmed down in her transformed state soooo, yeah.

libralizard said:

Is it odd that (now that you’ve put them next to each other) I’ve only just noticed that MisterBug had a waaaay better design than Ladybug? With the black accents to make the dotted red parts pop more - Just like you showed with your spider man comparaison. If they can give Adrien a good Ladybug herosuit, why can't Mari get that sort of treatment with hers?

The difference between Mister Bug and Lady Noire is insane, honestly. Mister Bug gets all that padding and the more complex Ladybug design while you can literally see where Lady Noire’s ribcage is and she just gets this all gray bodysuit with none of the cool stuff that Chat Noir had (like, I legitimately don’t understand what they were doing with her design).

Anonymous said:

I saw someone online say that they liked the simplicity of Ladybug's costume because they thought it sent the message of "I'm here to save Paris, I don't need a fancy costume." Ignoring the fact that she didn't expect the transformation in Origins, it's clear that person forgot that Marinette is a FASHION DESIGNER! By all means, she should have a fancier outfit than the one she's given. Maybe a frilly Lolita dress and a new hairstyle(this IS Magical girl after all)? But no, femininity is bad.

I could see the argument against a dress - not because of the “it’d be harder to work with” argument - but because of the physics issue I mentioned above (a few asks ago).

...I guess an argument could be made considering Mayura has one though.

They could have more feminine outfits and such if they really wanted, but instead they just do bodysuits that end up looking really generic.

Anonymous said:

Could you show us an edit of what the girls would look like with padding/the boys would look like without padding? I just want to see the difference for myself. ;) And yeah, the tight, sexualized outfits of the ladies always irritated me, it's why I like Mayura's the best, since it looks more individualistic and her dress makes her resemble a magical girl more than the others, who just look like generic comic book superheroes. The poses only make it worse, especially Ladybug and Rena Rouge.

I don’t think I would have the skills to edit/remove padding is the only thing. I’m also not great at design so I wouldn’t know where to put padding if it was there.

The other thing is that it isn’t just padding. In the post with the edited Ladybug using Spider-man as a reference. I point out that it’s not totally about the padding; it’s also the colors and where they’re used, as well as the complexity of the design (like, Chat Noir VS Lady Noire is both a padding issue and a complexity issue, not a color issue, among other things).

This basically means that adding padding doesn’t automatically solve the problem. It helps, but doesn’t solve the problem.

#category: salt #other: ask and answer

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mochibrokenheart · 3 years

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SVSSS: Guardian of the Museum

Mobei Jun x Shang Qinghua

Word Count: 2,756

Summary: Of course there's ominous growling and destruction to the building on Shang Qinghua's first night as a museum curator. Of course there is! Besides being desperate to keep the job, he's not sure what possesses him to actually walk toward the dangerous situation. His survival instincts were better trained that! Except...wait a minute...the terrifying creature causing all the ruckus is actually the hottest thing he's ever seen???

My first contribution for Moshang Monsterfucking Month (and my first fic for the fandom in general!) Heavy on the monster part as the nsfw is not explicit. Who knew that it would be hard to write something short. Inspired by the Day 2 prompt: horny.

Also posted on my Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34305571

A nearby bell tolled at midnight just as Shang Qinghua locked up the museum for the night, which meant that he was officially off for the weekend. Being a party of one, he celebrated with a groovy victory dance while turning the key over in the lock.

There was a little click and he rattled the knob, checking that the door was properly locked—if anything was stolen or vandalized during the night, he would most definitely be blamed as the recent hire!

The job was an important stepping stone in his career path plan to being a rare artifacts curator. He really needed the experience. It was hard enough to land the job, so he wasn’t above looking neurotic by double, and triple, and quadruple checking everything before he left.

A chilly breeze tussled his hair and raised goosebumps down his neck. It was October, he supposed while drawing up his hood to block the chill, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to complain.

He was much to delicate for cold temperatures and would exercise his right to curse out the changing seasons. Of course, he could move somewhere further south, so that he wouldn’t have to put up with it anymore, but still!

The only good thing about the loss of summer was the bugs, he decided.

Clearly, Shang Qinghua was irresistible because bugs treated his blood like an all-you-can buffet. If only hot men thought the same. But alas.

Sighing, he turned up to admire the full moon, who seemed to sympathize with the sad state of his romantic affairs, being the moon and all. Something about it’s pale gray-white color naturally emoted a sad, longing reflection.

It was as he was looking up that he heard a growl, loud not because of its pitch—it was actually quite low and gravelly—but because it vibrated the very air around him.

Shit. Shit. He wasn’t equipped to deal with some beast! He had no weapons and there was no way his body was going to get the job done either. He was a delicate flower, just ask the bugs who always feasted on him!

He rummaged through his bag frantically for his phone. That was what the authorities were for.

Opening his phone, his mind was racing. Who did you call when there was a potentially wild animal on the loose? The police? Animal control?

Gasp! What if it turned out to be a demon?

…!!!

He didn’t have any shamans or priests on speed dial. There had never been a reason to until then but if it would save him, he’d buy up every type of religious necklace he could and wear them around his neck daily. It was like insurance—it never hurt to cover all of his bases.

While he was wasting time on the sidewalk, what appeared to be small bits of gravel drifted down from what seemed like the roof. Scurrying to get closer to the streetlight, which casted a circular light on the steps of the museum, Shang Qinghua bent down to get a closer look.

It felt dusty when he rubbed his pointer finger against his thumb and did match the shade of stone the building was…The new evidence presented a bit of dilemma. Yes, he was still itching to call somebody have them do the dangerous work, but at the same time, his boss might fire him if something happened to the museum under his watch.

“Well, if there’s more damage, I guess I’ll take a look,” he muttered. He clasped his hands together. “But please, take mercy on me, moon! I promise that if you get me out of this that my next erotica will be dedicated solely to you, and in very large print, so that my readers know the reach of your mystical power!”

His hands remained clasped high above his head as he waited. So far so good.

There was still the scary growls, of course, but those didn’t count because he wasn’t going to investigate that. It was absolutely common knowledge that people who investigated weird sounds always ended up dead, at least in horror movies, and that was all the proof he needed to wash his hands of it.

No, the only thing that could sway him from his crouch on the front steps was…was…

Tears shimmered in his eyes as more rubble was knocked off from the roof, the fine particles irritating his nose and causing him to sneeze.

Thoroughly betrayed, he used his sleeve to wipe at his nose. Forget the moon. Clearly the bond he felt had only been one-sided, and now he was obligated to actually suck it up and put himself in harms way.

The Shang Qinghua of five minutes ago would’ve screamed and called himself a fool. Why ignore those highly honed flight instincts?! Even the Shang Qinghua of the present was screaming and calling himself a fool when he took the first hesitant step inside.

It was deceptively quiet in the stairwell but that wasn’t enough to calm him. As the saying went, it was the calm before the shit storm and he was about to be right in the middle of it. How careless of him.

Just in case this was the end, he started to draft an epitaph—it’s not like anyone else would put in the same amount of effort.

His minor following would be too busy wailing about the permanent book hiatus; his boss would have their hands full dealing with insurance over the architectural damage; and that hot-and-cold cucumber bro of his would still be nagging him in the afterlife, criticizing him for his stupid plan when it ‘clearly would’ve been better to do such and such’. But back to him.

We are gathered here to mourn the passing of one Shang Qinghua, a bright hamster that was taken from Earth far too soon. His exhibit work was flawless, his knack for collections cataloging unrivaled. There was never a day without bountiful office supplies with him around. We thank him for his singular brave—foolish?—sacrifice in the name of historical value. Shang Qinghua is survived by several dying houseplants and the stray dog he usually fed on his way home from work.

There. That sounded as good as he was likely to get. Wait. No. He almost left out the most important part: the secret letter of last words meant only for cucumber bro’s eyes. Bro, if you’re reading this it’s because I died a terrible and scary death. Please take pity and wipe all of my search history. It was all for research, honest! It’s bad taste to judge a dead man.

The access door to the roof was large and imposing in front of him, even though there was still no noise coming from the other side. He was going to be mad and then relieved, in that exact order, if this turned out to be nothing.

He inhaled. Exhaled. Jumped around and shook his hands where they hung down beside the length of his body. He’d watched enough athletes—for research!—throughout his short life and getting loose always seemed to pump them up for competition. The same principle should apply here.

The door gave with a loud screech and he suspected that it wasn’t in regular use. Not that there was probably much to see up there anyway. Just roosting pigeons, stone slabs, and—

His mind went blank.

Crouching in the corner, so close to the edge that all it would take was a gust of wind to send him tumbling down, was some sort of winged creature. And the wings were massive things that arched up before curving downward completely over it’s back, the tips draped on the ground. Judging by how large they were, they had to be functional, which nearly caused him to wet himself.

He didn’t want to imagine that thing taking flight after him. Not that he would be exciting prey. Gods, this probably how a mouse felt when a hawk was flying overhead.

But it was the horns that really caught his attention. They were hulking black spirals and the sharp points were pointed right at him. Even in the poor light, it was obvious that they were pure black. Any other time, he might comment on how cool they actually were, how they were a cosplayer’s dream, but it wasn’t cool when it was a matter of life and death.

And he would most certainly die if those menacing horns and wings were any indication.

Trying to keep the element of surprise, he slowly let the door swing shut. Until a little bat started flew over squeaking, which caused him to squeak as well. The door hit the frame with a loud rattle. His body went heavy with fear and his eyes snapped shut, a natural prey response. He had never, ever been this scared.

Not patient enough for Shang Qinghua to turn around on his own, the creature flung him around to face it with an aggressive growl. And he had thought it was loud when he was on the sidewalk. Which wasn’t true at all. It was much louder and more intimidating when it was right in his face.

“Trespasser!” it growled, teeth clicking.

…Okay, so it could talk. Maybe this was a good thing. Now could grovel with it to spare him!

Blinking rapidly, he opened his eyes and looked up, up, up. It didn’t look as horrific from the front as it did the back. In fact, it had a humanoid appearance and was distinctly male. He was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, a total fantasy come to life. How the hell was he real?

His was incredibly tall, his huge wings proportional to his size now that he was standing up. Now that he saw them up close, Shang Qinghua noticed that they were a beautiful shade of blue that started out dark but lightened to pale blue once it reached the tips, which also had sharp spikes—Nails? Claws? He wasn’t well versed in anatomy—attached.

The top of his ears were pointy, too, just like the tops of the wings. Oh, and the horns! There were two of them, both pure, glossy obsidian, that sprouted out on either side of his temple, the bases thick and ridged as they spiraled like a ram’s. The only difference was that his horns were much larger. He could maul someone with those along if he wasn’t careful.

But now that he considered it more—even in times of crisis, he could multi-task when it really counted—the horns only added more to his attractiveness. They were intimating, sure, but also sexy, in a monsterfucking type of way. He gasped as a clawed hand wrapped around his throat. Yep, he could definitely get into the horns and claws. Mark him down as scared and horny.

The growling died down but sharp teeth were still on display, and there was a stylized tattoo-looking mark on his forehead. Despite the snarl, Shang Qinghua instinctively knew that his face was insanely attractive; it had to be to match the rest of him. Speaking of the rest of him…

He dropped down in front of him, making sure to drag his hands down that ripped physique and gave his massive pectorals a quick squeeze before he landed on his knees in a kneeling position.

His face was right in front of the creature’s impressive package, covered only by a flimsy loin cloth. It fluttered in the night breeze and he had to bite down on his finger to stop his depraved moaning. “Ff-forgive me, my good-demon-sir, but I swear I’m not trespassing. I’m a humble worker here at this museum.”

He quickly took out his employee badge to offer it up to the demon who barely gave it a glance. “Gargoyle,” it said in reply.

“Oh. I’m sorry but I don’t really know what you mean by that.” Wait, why did he say that? He didn’t want to get further in the demon’s bad side than he already was! “I mean no offense, of course. I’m sure gargoyles are absolutely lovely—”

“No,” he interrupted, his face smoothed out into blank slate. It made it harder to read him but Shang Qinghua quickly decided that it was alright. “I am a gargoyle, human. You may address me as Mobei Jun.”

Ohhh. Now that he mentioned it, his wings and horns could belong to a gargoyle. He knew that they were popular parts historical buildings that had a strong Western influence, which the museum did.

“And I am a king. Not a sir.”

Curse his authority kink. He was sure that any new fantasies he conjured up would be staring this particular king and Shang Qinghua as his servant.

“Of course, my king! You’re reeking of kingly handsomeness. As a lowly human, my apologies for the obvious mistake.” The gargoyle king didn’t make any move to acknowledge his words other than a slow blink, so he figured that it was all good. “Excuse me if this sounds rude, but what are you doing up here? And what was all the noise about?”

“Guardian. I was charged with the safety of this place by a war lord.” Jeez. So he’d been with the building for centuries at least, maybe even millennia.

There was a pause and he realized that he wasn’t going to answer the second question. It also seemed like the gargoyle king was waiting on him and a light bulb went off. “S-sorry again my king. I am Shang Qinghua. I am in charge of the rare artifacts inside of the building, so you may see me closing up most nights.”

The gargoyle king nodded sagely and he figured that the role must be acceptable to him. A loud sigh left him and his muscles relaxed just in the slightest way. He might survive this encounter yet. Ever better, survive and be able to go home and break out that new bottle of lube that he bought last week. There was plenty of new material to work with, that was for sure.

Then the gargoyle stepped back, giving him more space, which was actually the opposite of what he wanted. Feel free to punish him for earlier transgressions, king, especially if they were rough in a sexy way!

Unaware of his inner pleadings, he continued walking away to crouch back near the edge of the roof.

“Umm, be careful, king. It’s dangerous to be that close—”

“I am a king. Concerns such as that are not applicable,” he said, puffing up his chest. Those pecs! He might have to put in a request tomorrow to do more work on the roof. It was a crime that no one was admiring that body on a regular basis. “Leave. Return home. The circles under your eyes are hideous.”

He gasped, touching his bags. Rude! He had just finished a long shift and definitely wasn’t at his best. He was going to have to step up his game if he was going to tempt this gargoyle in the future. Trying his best not to show embarrassment, or disappointment, he agreed to leave.

“Whatever you want, my king. I’ll leave for now but if you need anything, I’ll be back tomorrow and the day after as well. In fact, every night, in case you need me.” Screw his weekend off. Who needed one of those when there was a hot gargoyle of legend serving as the guardian of the museum. Not him, that’s who.

He scrambled to his feet and bowed again for good measure. The door was open and he was across the threshold when his dream gargoyle muttered something. “Did you say something, my king?”

He cleared his throat and spoke gruffly. “The pigeons pooped in my hair.”

Suddenly, the growling from earlier made sense. No matter if you were human or gargoyle, having birds shit in your hair, especially hair as luscious as Mobei Jun’s, was bound to make anyone furious.

Determined to keep his laughs to himself if it was the last thing he did, he merely replied, “Yes, my king. I will make sure to chase them away from you next time.”

“See that you do.”

On cloud nine, Shang Qinghua grinned as he bounded down the stairwell. The gargoyle’s comment implied that there would be a next time. And he intended to romance the loincloth off (literally) of the serious gargoyle king.

Hope you all enjoyed! So happy to share this with everyone. Thanks for reading :)

#svsss #svsss fanfic #mobei jun #shang qinghua #moshang

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afictionaladventure16 · 4 years

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Some Kind of Miracle (Avengers x Teen!Fem!Reader) Pt. 1

Part 1 out of 3

Avengers Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts and tendencies.

Word Count: 2,867

Author’s Note: If you have seen the episode Some Kind Of Miracle from Grey’s Anatomy, then you have an idea of how this fic will go. I kind of based it off of that episode. Since this will be in parts, if you have seen the episodes, please don’t spoil it for others! thank you!

Also, a big thank you to @snarky--starky for editing this for me!

Every mission felt the same. Not, the actual mission itself, but the feeling you had before it. The gut-wrenching nervousness usually went away after a couple of minutes, the feeling of satisfaction, easiness. That feeling when you knew everything was going to go well. You’d wake up with a smile on your face and an eagerness to start the day, to get the mission over with because you know the outcome. Well, no one ever knows the outcome, you just always had a good feeling about how an outcome would end up and so far, you’ve been right.

Today was different. Today, you could not shake off the feeling that this mission was different. An uncertain feeling that you have never had before. Staring at yourself in the mirror, it was as if you were slowly disappearing in front of your very own eyes. A hollowness crept up within you, a darkness that you have seen before. Felt before. Darkness that once had you lying in bed for weeks on end, covering any light that tried to pull you up. This darkness came with a friend, a darker friend that you could not recognize.

A small knock at your door drew you out of your thoughts. Bucky leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed, giving you a small smile. “How are you doing, kid?” His voice was softer than it usually was when he spoke to you. Almost cautious, as if he did not want to offend you or cross a boundary. You were still learning to trust him in certain areas.

“Fine,” you let out a soft sigh as you continued to tie up your combat boots. Bucky watched as your fingers turned white from how tightly you were holding the laces, he knew your mind was not in the right place. Especially with recent events. He needed to speak up, say something, something positive.

His mind wandered to what Steve would do in this situation. He missed Steve, wished he was there every day, helping him with you. Bucky always had a soft spot with you, ever since the day he met you at the airport. You followed Steve everywhere and as much as Steve opposed the idea of you fighting in the fight against Stark and his team, Steve knew you would not take no as an answer. You trusted him, mostly because he listened; he cared, he was there for you, he was the parent you never had and always wanted. Now Bucky has to gain that trust, so he could be what Steve was without replacing Steve. “About your mom,” Bucky began to say.

“Drop it,” you snarled as you gave Bucky a small glare. He crossed the invisible line, but he was too worried about you to care.

“Y/N, we have to talk about it,” he said softly.

“We don’t actually. You want to talk about it so you won’t feel as guilty about it, but I am perfectly fine not talking about it,” you stated as you got off your bed. You grabbed your gear from the bed, before walking towards Bucky. “So, please, just drop it,” you pleaded to him before walking out the room.

Bucky followed behind, “you’re wrong,” he stated as you both walked down the stairs into the common area. “I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to feel guilty about it anymore. I want to talk about it because I care about you and-”

“Just stop! I said to fucking drop it, so please, just drop it!” You yelled, causing the others to look over at both of you.

Sam let out a deep sigh, knowing what you were going through. He knew that having all these eyes on you while you were in a vulnerable position was not helping. He cleared his throat before speaking, “Alright, that’s enough.” He walked over to you and Barnes, his head turned slightly to the others, “Wanda, Peter, go ahead and wait for us on the quinjet. We’ll be there in a second.”

You crossed your arms as you watched Wanda and Peter make their way over to the elevator. Sam’s eyes never leaving you, “You don’t have to-”

“Save it, kid,” Sam said sternly. “Look, I need you both to be buddies again for a couple of hours, you can discuss whatever matters after the mission-”

“Sam-” Bucky began, but Sam quickly cut him off.

“But, right now is not the time.” Sam looked directly at Bucky. Bucky gave Sam a small nod, “I need both of your minds sharp for this mission, we can not afford any miscommunication because one person is mad at the other, am I clear?” you glanced over at Bucky, he gave Sam another nod. “I said, am I clear?” You knew Sam was directing it at you.

“Yes, sir,” you replied.

“Now, let’s go before Peter annoys the crap out of Wanda.” Sam walked towards the elevator, you and Bucky followed.

Once you all got on the quinjet, you avoided the empty seat next to Bucky and sat next to Peter. Peter glanced over at you before letting out a small sigh, “Everything okay?” You gave him a small nod. “Usually you only sit next to me when you are mad at Bucky,” he stated.

“Do you ever have a weird feeling that you are just going to disappear one day?”

Peter chuckled, he has felt it before, “Well, when the blip happened, it was as if I felt it before it affected me.”

You shook your head, “No, I mean-” you let out a deep breath. “Do you just get a strange feeling that something bad is going to happen… like it’s the end?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean, I’m Spiderman,” He quietly said. “I sense danger all the time. Aunt May likes to call it my Peter Tingle,” he chuckled as he shook his head at his Aunt’s nicknames for his super-human abilities. You remained quiet, feeling as if Peter was not understanding at all what you were trying to say, but you could not help but wonder if Peter can sense your darkness if he could sense that something was wrong; maybe the danger that lingered ahead and if he did, is he choosing to ignore it?

The ride only lasted a couple of hours. Sam landed the quinjet a couple of miles away from the building, far enough that those inside the building would not detect either of you. “Alright, here’s the plan,” Sam began to say. “Peter and Wanda will be going through the back entrance of the building. I will be dropping Y/N off on the roof-”

“I finally get to fly,” you joked, causing Peter to stifle a laugh.

Sam rolled his eyes before continuing, “After I drop off Y/N, I will be meeting Bucky at the front entrance. We are making sure we got every entrance of this building covered, Y/N will be our eyes and make sure no one gets out or in without us knowing.” Sam looked at his team, there were times where he still could not believe he had a team. Where he could not believe that he had a shield with so much history, a shield that he believes now holds so much more meaning.

“Aye-aye, Captain! C-Captain, sir? O-Or is Captain Sam better?” Peter rambled on as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers. Sam raised his eyebrows at the kid, even after being on so many missions with him, the kid is still a nervous wreck. “I-I’ll just shut up.”

Sam let out a chuckle. “Sam is just fine, Peter. We’ve been over this.” Peter nods, “Alright, go ahead and head on out, it’s going to take you guys a while to get there, in the meantime me and Y/N will keep watch and once you guys are in position we will head over.” You watched as the others began to make their way over to the building, Sam stood next to you. His eyes trailing around the wooded area, looking for foreign bodies. Sam was captain now. He could not let his team get injured because he was not paying attention, but his mind trailed back to you; he also could not let his team hurt inside, emotionally because he was not paying attention. Steve would have never done that, he would not let it slide. Steve talked through it, especially to you. He took you under his wing before the blip, before he time-traveled and stayed in the past. Before Bucky took you under his own wing. Sam felt like he could understand your pain in some way, getting left behind by almost everyone that felt like a parent.

“Do you want to talk about what happened back at the tower?” Sam glanced over at you for a second before glancing back over at the wooded area.

“Nothing to talk about,” you mumbled. Crossing your arms and leaning against one of the trees that was only inches away from you.

“Nothing to talk about? Y/N, you’re going to have to talk about your mot-”

“Not my mother,” you stated, glaring at Sam. Your eyes piercing into his, he got the hint. It is a touchy subject and as much as he hated it, you are not as close to him as you are with Bucky; but you were even pushing Bucky away.

Sam let out a deep sigh, “Alright.”

“We’re coming up to the building,” Bucky said through the comms.

“That was fast,” Sam commented.

“You have a boy who got bitten by a spider, a witch, and a super-soldier in your team. A couple miles is nothing to them, they can do it with ease,” you stated. You backed off the tree and checked your gear once more. The sickening feeling coming back to the pit of your stomach.

“Ready?” Sam asked as he straightened his posture. You gave him a small nod and before you knew it Sam was holding onto your waist and you were up in the sky. You looked down as you both passed trees down below. A large lake came into your view, what looked like a thin layer of ice in certain areas. That water had to be cold. Icy cold. “Whoa!” Sam exclaimed as a gust of wind slightly pushing him back causing him to lose grip of your waist, you let out a small yelp before Sam quickly grabbed your hand. “Shit,” He mumbled, “hold on, we’re almost there.”

You were barely hanging on to Sam’s hand. Giving the lake down below one more glance, you knew it would look like an accident. Everything would come to an end… the pain, the thoughts. All would end. You glanced back up at Sam, he was so focused on getting you to the roof of the building, he would not even notice your hand slowly slipping. He would not even notice if you just simply let go. Tears began to well up in your eyes, hoping it would not hurt. It felt like forever to make the decision, but it was only a second to act upon it. You let go.

Sam did not know what hit him, one second you were there and the next he was watching you fall into the lake. Your eyes widen as your body grew smaller and smaller until he no longer could see you and all he saw was water. “Y/N,” He yelled as he finally realized what just happened. Sam’s hand went directly to his ear as he hovered above the lake, “Y/N fell into the lake, I-I don’t know what happened, she must have slipped,” Sam began to ramble on as his eyes frantically searched for any sign of you.

“She can swim,” Bucky reassured Sam through the comms. Sam let out a relieved sigh.

“She can also hold her breath underwater for a long time, it’s like this secret talent of hers,” Peter added.

“Sam, I would say wait for her to resurface, but she can swim and we can’t waste anymore time out here. Y/N will have to meet up with us later. We need to get into that building,” Bucky informed him. Sam gave the lake one last glance, Bucky was right, they could not waste any more time on this mission.

“I’m only a minute away,” Sam informed his team before making his way back up in the air towards the building.

You began to see the light brighter as you struggled to swim to the surface. The iciness from the water was slowly stealing the heat from your body, making every movement ten times harder. You let out a gasp of air as you resurfaced, being met by only silence. Silence which was deafening, silence that could kill. You did not want silence because it only caused damage to your mind. Tears began to well up in your eyes, “Fuck” you muttered. Abandoned by almost every parent figure in your life and now you push away those who try to get an inch close to you. Your mother’s recent death, close to the death of Steve. Mourning over a man, who you never shared DNA with but still was more of a parent than your own mother.

Bucky knew you needed to talk about it and you knew it too. Talking got nowhere, talking felt like a waste of time and right now it felt like time was up. You slowly stopped kicking your feet back and forth against the water, your hands stopped swirling in motion to keep you afloat. Slowly letting the water devour you, the air inside your lungs, being squeezed out of you. Death isn’t supposed to hurt like this or so you thought. It will all be over soon, you thought to yourself as the light from the sun slowly began to drift away and you were soon succumbed by the familiarness of the darkness that has been lingering inside you for days, but now it controlled you physically.

“Fuck!” Sam yelled as he walked into the empty computer room.

“We’re too late?” Peter asked in a confused manner.

“They were somehow notified,” Wanda began to explain. “They had enough time to delete everything and leave no trace.”

“How could I have let this happen?” Sam gritted through his teeth. He stared into the dark screen of the computer in front of him, withholding everything inside him from smashing it with his fist.

“Sam, it isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault, okay? Right now we have to figure out who our mole is before we try to find them again,” Bucky reassured Sam, placing a gentle hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam let out a soft sigh before giving him a nod.

Peter straightened up in his position, feeling the hairs on his arms lift up. “Have you guys come in contact with Y/N yet?” Peter asked.

“No,” Sam said softly. “She’s probably waiting for us outside.”

“Doesn’t sound like something Y/N would do,” Bucky stated. Sam rolled his eyes at Bucky.

“Something’s wrong,” Peter quickly said.

Wanda gave him a confused look, “Is it your Peter Tingle?” Earning a glare from Peter.

“I jus- ugh” Peter groaned as he held his hand up to his comm, “Y/N, you there?” Silence was met through the other end. Peter gave the others a worried look, “These are water-proof right?”

“100 percent,” Wanda commented.

“Y/N, doll, answer us,” Bucky tried.

“Something’s not right,” Peter stated. Bucky knew to trust Peter’s instincts, I mean, he sensed danger after all. Without giving it a second thought Bucky ran out of the building and towards the lake.

“Peter, I’m gonna need you to talk to that Karen girl and ask her for Y/N’s exact location!” Sam instructed Peter as they all ran out of the building. Peter frantically spoke to his A.I. eventually getting a location, but Bucky was already in the water.

Bucky swam up for air a couple of times before swimming back down, Peter attempted to give out the location to Bucky who frantically searched the water. But Bucky spotted something at the bottom of the lake. His eyes widened as you laid lifelessly at the bottom of the lake, he swam frantically towards you, thankful that the cold could not affect him the way it affected you. Once he had your body in his arms, he wasted no time bringing you to the shore of the lake. Bucky placed your body flat on the ground, his hands on your chest as he began to do compressions.

“I thought you said she could swim!” Sam exclaimed as he bent down to your body.

“She can,” Bucky muttered as he continued to do CPR. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you, hoping that any second you would let out a deep breath for air, spitting out water from your mouth and everything would be alright. But as he continued, his hope slowly slipped away from him. He shook his head to himself, he was not giving up, even if you had.

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pallanophblargh · 3 years

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Hello, I've love the way you draw wings on your Aequis (Aequises? Aequi?). They always look so muscular and powerful! I am drawing a design for a winged human, and I was wondering if you had any tips for drawing wings in general? Thank you, and have a great day!

I have at least this post from an older ask here, but generally speaking, my advice is to hoard any references you can get your hands on, be they photographs, anatomical diagrams, or actual life drawing. Also a lot of patience, wings are tricky and I don’t get them right a good chunk of the time. (Which usually means I’m not double checking ref material, heh.)

I see people doing exercises involving tracing wing photos and then drawing in the wing bones/feather shapes to help them learn the structures. I think this is a great way to begin understanding how they work! Honestly, I’d love to see more solid anatomy books covering birds/wings for artists, I personally don’t have a full book devoted to that and I need one. No joke.

Main advice: Don’t rush into drawing crazy angles/odd poses. You’ll just get pissed off (speaking from experience!) Start drawing wings in neutral poses, flat out, dorsal and ventral views, get used to the structure of the wing itself. Then move onto folded poses. Once you feel like you GET it, start looking at dynamic photos/etc and see if you can really understand what the structure of the wings are doing in these poses. Wings are... weird. Overall, lots of time, lots of patience. I’ve been futzing around with wings for the better part of two decades, more or less, probably more. You’ll always learn new things.

There are probably a lot of decent wing tutorials out there, but one needs to weed through the chaff first and ignore less than helpful advice. I’m answering this ask when sleepy, otherwise I’d do some searching and have some good examples here.

Followers are welcome to chime in, if they’d like, of course.

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bad-comic-wings · 4 years

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Iceman 2017 Issue #7 page 16. Art by Robert Gill

So this one was a doozy, I wasn’t even sure how I was going to approach this for a bit. I decided that the main point of this panel was to show off just how BIG Warren’s wings were. So when doing the redlines here I wanted to keep that idea in mind.

The first major correction here is the most important, I fixed the anatomy on poor Warren’s wings. His joints were all messed up. Feather layers were non-existent and the guy suffers from that same weird skeletal bone thing that Sky had in the previous correction.

Bird wings are homologous to human arms. They have a shoulder, elbow and wrist, same as our arm. They also have digits but they’re fused at the end of the wing. In a lot of ways the first five or six primaries can act like “fingers” if you really need to emote a wing with a hand like gesture.

Keeping in mind that wings and arms are the same structure wise note that anything you can’t do with your arm, you also wouldn’t be able to do with a wing. (Wings have some restrictions arms don’t, mostly in how the wrist is allowed to bend but that’s not for this discussion)

Warren’s “elbow” here is bent in the completely wrong direction on both wings. He wouldn’t be able to use this wing, or properly fold it, ever. And that’s a pretty big problem. There also looks like there’s a strange joint in the middle of his primaries, or what I’m guessing are supposed to be his primaries... Lets just, remove that shall we?

Like most of the pictures I have saved here, feather layers are ignored completely. Most wings from the front will have three main layers of feathers, lessor coverts, greater coverts and then the flights. Flight feathers are the primaries and the secondaries, the primaries are the “finger” like flights and the secondaries are the rest. The usual point of differentiation for them is the wrist. Everything below the wrist will be secondaries. The back of the wings have more layers, including the alula, median coverts and then primary and secondary coverts. Many birds have four or five distinct feather layers on the back depending on the wing type.

I gave Warren the correct number of feather layers. Already that makes a huge improvement for how they look. Next up was the posing. Because the original had such terrible anatomy it was hard to keep it exactly the same. I opted to extend Warren’s right wing all the way out to showcase how big it was in this small room. For the left wing I did two poses, the first was trying to keep with how the original had the feathers bending on the floor. I had the wing come forward at the wrist and let the primaries drag. Feathers can indeed bend like this, they’re more flexible than one might think. The second pose I decided to just have him partially fold the left wing up. One could also draw a tighter closed wing, if he was moved slightly more to the left of the room, or if there was a more clear indication of where the other wall was, to really give the idea of a small, cramped, dorm type room.

He could also pose them like this which would be hilarious. Drop the elbow down ever further than I did and then tuck the primaries in to the back, horizontally. I was very tempted to do this with his left wing. I still might draw it in a different post.

#Iceman 2017 #warren worthington iii #Warren Worthington #Iceman #Comic Book Wings #Wing Corrections #Wings

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chessdance · 4 years

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Alright, here I am, bringing you some crunchy cringe content because I can! Ignore the little note, that is just me trying to feel smarter than I am. Anyways. More under the cut, because lets be real, it’s a lot.

My brain is thinking too much. Ignore this if you don’t want infos to my headcanon world for these. It’s just what I’ve been carrying around with me for a while.

I was thinking a bit about what to do with my ducks in the universe and then I debated on how to draw Donald’s anatomy, mostly because I like such things. So here we are. They aren’t descended from humans as implied somewhere in the canon (which is honestly just speculation on my part, I haven’t actually watched/seen it, just heard it being mentioned.

Anyways, here we have Donald. Because he’s my favorite. He’s actually pretty average when it comes to the species. However, he is underweight, meaning you can see his hip bones, which, in my head, isn’t the norm for his species. That comes mostly because he doesn’t eat enough (duh), not really by choice, but he either 1. doesn’t have enough time to do so or 2. simply doesn’t have the money to spare. Uno will change that, of course, because for what else is an artificial housewife good for, right? What Donald has going for him, though, is that he’s pretty musculous for someone his kind. Not buff, of course, but what I would personally call wiry. Though. Roughed up by his life before. (Maybe I will talk about THAT some day, but it goes into really dark territory. Let me know if you wanna hear more.

His height is short to average (for a duck, mind you) with Uno as Odin one of the tallest for the species.

In my mind, they still refer to themselves as what species they represent, even though they are much more advanced. I.e. most birds evolved at sometime, think from dinosaur, to bird to this. Whatever it is. More human, after all, they DO refer to themselves as humans as a whole, or else they couldn’t specify what they mean when they are talking about intelligent animals (birds, dogs, mice, what have you). Yet, there are still those that didn’t evolve. Imagine lemurs with us, they are still around after all and yes, some of the evolved birds think their ancestors are a little bit creepy, but cute.

I had some stuff written down for these sketches though... let me retype:

1. Wings have evolved into arms and hands and are flightless. There is no way any of the evolved birds can fly anymore.

2. Their hands have somewhat hard feathers on their bottom for better grabbing. Think short, rough hair. Only four fingers with one of them being opposable, figures.

By the way, their elbow is pretty far up. Why? Zootopia logic. It makes them look less like humans with a duck head and more like animals. It’s interesting, give the documentation a look if you get the chance.

3. The hallux (that’s the backwards facing toe by the way) moved to face forwards! That is not only very useful for wearing shoes (which they almost never do anyways) but also helps with weight distribution! Nature is smart sometimes.

4. Their tails don't really have much of a use anymore but to emote. It’s still there, though, and they use it to show emotions via wiggling, perking it, etc. Individuals that like to play poker perfected the art in sitting absolutely still. Brave warriors.

5. Their beaks are softer than their ancestors and developed teeth. (Ducks already do have some sort of teeth, I know, but I actually mean the white chompers most of us have in our mouths)

Either way, to the topic of hair: It’s wildly different and it depends on heritage if you (as an evolved bird) can sport different colored hair or not. Those that do, of course don’t have actual hair like us, but long thin feathery structures that look like hair. Donald is not blessed with this and simply has a head full of white fluff, but he has to cut it (which he doesn’t often, and if he does a mirror and some scissors will do, thus it’s looking so wild all the time)

Also, Donald in my mind has blue eyes. I decided that when some of the panels in pkna showed him with blue eyes and it stuck. I mean forever. It glued itself to me and here we are. Also, wanna see a cool duck? Have a cool duck:

Your eyes are so pretty, beautiful, now stop biting me!

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I am getting tired from typing but this is by FAR not all I had in my mind. But I think I rambled on enough about stuff that really no one wants to know. If you do, though and should want to talk to me about all of these weird things I came up with, feel free to shoot me an ask or a message (altho I like asks more, because those I can throw on my blog, ranting some more about ducks).

#pkna #donald duck #pkow #pk2 #oh god i am so sorry #this all sounds smarter than it is #i actually dont know a thing about this stuff #i am just sitting here playing duck scientist or something #duck avenger

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fantasy-anatomy-analyst · 3 years

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Previous post over here. Now it's time to use the references from before to alter the vrock to have a more anatomically correct skeleton and musculature. First I sketch out how i think the skeleton should look:

Image description: the first altered picture of the vrock with better wings, faded out so I could draw the skeleton over it. I have corrected the length of the leg that's further back, because it looked pretty long compared to the other one. But where no ribcage really fit before I have now draw a much larger ribcage with a large keel bone so it has somewhere for flight muscles to anchor. And since it has both wings and arms, I've given it an extended shoulder blade. Part of it drops down to cup the arm shoulder while the rest is long and thin like a bird shoulder blade to create the wing joint.

Is that a realistic way to draw this shoulder? Well frankly there are no real animals with wings and arms so this is the type of fantasy anatomy that has to be fudged a little. It's perfectly okay to fudge some anatomy when designing a creature that doesn't exist! But my purpose with this blog is to point out creature designs that just straight up ignore all anatomy for the sake of Aesthetics like making the vrock incredibly scrawny and lanky just because it looks creepier.

So now I add the Beef.

Image description: same image as before but the skeleton is faded out a little so I can draw muscles over it. I'm no professional expert in how to draw muscles but I can at least get some nice basic shapes down as a guide. It's important to think about where muscles anchor and how they overlap, as well as considering that there still needs to be space for internal organs and that adding skin and such will obscure the muscle shapes somewhat.

I've put the wing pectorals in a position to overlap the arm shoulder muscle. Since they're so close together, one kinda has to take precedence over the other or there will just be too much muscle bulk. So the arm muscles stay kinda scrawny and the wing muscles take up more space.

So the final result of these alterations!

Image description: the vrock with better wings and a bigger barrel shaped chest. To give it that look, I just selected parts of the base image of the vrock and reshaped them into the new beefier figure. It still has its long scrawny arms, but I've fixed the shoulder position a little. I also added feathers to the chest and upper arms to help them blend into the body (and to cover up the weird shrink wrapped muscle texture the original had.)

And that's that! The original design of the vrock has been altered into something that looks like it can actually fly now.

And my next posts will detail my own process to totally redesign the vrock in my own style. Next

#accessible art #dnd 5e vrock #dnd creature critique #fantasy anatomy #image description #accessible images #wing analysis

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2149599 · 7 years

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vreinth my most recent son

#ignore whatevers happening with his hands...hand wings #hissi anatomy is weird #zone art #txt

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yeet-imma-skeet · 4 years

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Oh There’s The Sky

(Based on @starr-fall-knight-rise ‘s unique universe. Part 4 of the story.)

(Part 1: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/613232997621202944/the-sky-is-falling)

“Holy shit.”

“What a big ass spaceship!”

“Looks like right out of Star Trek.”

“Doesn’t it look like it’s broken though?”

The crewmen and marines gathered in the mess hall to recuperate murmured to each other in agreement as a wide projection of the strange vehicle outside spread throughout the ship like wildfire.

It slowly grew closer to them as they fumbled through space with what was left of their thrusters, showing evidence of damage to its hull. A jagged line the size of their own ship cut through its back end, nearly cutting off a winged structure.

"I bet the ones who built it are tiny."

Someone choked on their drink, "Pfft, how do you know that?"

"Well usually the smaller the alien, the bigger they make their stuff. You seen a Celzex ship? They're fucking huge."

"It’s best not underestimate whatever is in that monstrosity," A bright yellow Drev joined in, cradling a slinged arm.

The resting humans begrudgingly agreed until a sudden sense of caution flowed through them as the pearly ship towered close to their own. The few injured Drev in the room felt unease at the sudden restlessness the humans shown, especially those who were marines.

The yellow one asked, "What's wrong?"

"That." A young marine pointed at the display, "The vibes feel weird."

"The vibes."

"Don't underestimate the power of vibes, too."

The Drev shook their head in disbelief, but then again, humans were known for their strange power of prediction...

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"Caldat!"

Thunk! Galia’s vision erupted into black and white splotches as she held her throbbing head. Dizzy and quite mad, she slid out from under a techy floor table on the fritz.

"Yerras! What?!"

"Report to the command room immediately!"

Sensing something wrong, she ignored the fading pain and ran out one of the gathering decks. Within a few minutes, she flew through the corridors to burst into the command room. The hovering orb projected a few panels of information around it as it connected to the master control panel. Then she heard it. It was a mix of lilting tones along with short hisses and abrupt humming not unlike her own voice. Curiously, she opened an arial, listening to the disconcerting yet beautiful sound.

Remembering why she came there, she asked, "What is up with that noise?"

"We've encountered another dolmier through short range communication. The noise you are hearing is an unknown language sent from it. It also sent data which I am working to translate by looking through their own systems. Their security is surprisingly weak, almost ancient."

Her eyes widened in shock, "Doesn't that mean—"

"We have met another sentient species."

A bombshell could almost be heard inside her head. Scientists theorized that there could be others in the vastness of space but no one found any interest outside their solar system. They had plenty of resources and had no shortage of companionship. The few who gazed towards the stars were only seen as eccentric and mostly worthless. Why would they look past their reach? Why would they try to find anyone else? What worth is there in another people?

Now that Galia is about to encounter another, she had no idea how to react. The past fifty cycles of training and combat did nothing to prepare her for meeting a whole nother alien species. Sure, some diplomacy would probably help but how would she know that it was appropriate for them? She sighed as she remembered that her comatose friends could've helped as they were taught to be the best diplomats. As numerous thoughts and improvised ideas past through her mind, the orb made a revelation through its translation.

"They are asking for assistance. Their dolmier is critically damaged and they have injured."

"What?" She was knocked out of her thoughts, "Show me the dolmier."

With a few moving around of its projections, a large image appeared. She was prepared to see something mysterious and powerful. Maybe discover a giant behemoth of a dolmier or one decked out in countless weapons. Instead, she found a stumpy, gray brick. A very beat up brick. Chunks of space rock were stuck in its hull. It was... quite small. She couldn't imagine living in such an enclosed space.

"Despite its appearance, it has a powerful engine called a 'warp core' made for deep space exploration."

"Exploration? Why?"

"After looking through some of their data, the makers seem to be an unusually curious species. Their dolmier's directive is to purposely find and record unknown things."

"Hmm." Her tail swished around in concentration, "We have no shortage of rooms but we have next to no food for others."

"...Our directive to keep the Royals safe and search for others. They may jeapordize our purpose."

"Yes, but we can't really do that in the middle of nowhere when we are running out of food and have a broken thruster. If we save them, they may offer us some assistance in return."

"...They ARE omnivores like yourselves and seem to have a better handle on food production."

She walked to the control panel, "Then we agree to assist them?"

"I shall send an affirmed message and instructions on docking. Though the translation isn’t perfect, they should get an understanding."

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Captain Silva sat hunched over in his quarters, head in his hands as a heavy sigh slid from his lips. If anyone was with him, they would've smelled the faint aroma of rum from his breath. Granted he only had a sip, a shot-sized sip, but one nonetheless. He wanted to keep sipping, maybe from the bottle itself as the thought of the many deaths he caused weighed on his mind. As mich as he craved the feeling of freedom in the form of alcohol, he promised his crew that he would be back after a break. They wouldn’t find it very comforting to find their captain inebriated and he needed to do all he could to prevent panic.

A voice called from his com, “Captain, please report to the command deck. We have a reply.”

He heaved his heavy body off his untouched bed, combing his hair into place to look like he hadn’t just been pulling at it a few moments ago. Looking into a mirror as he almost left, he swiftly washed his face of any tear stains. He can’t let them see him like this just yet.

The weary officers on deck perked up at the sight of their captain entering the bridge, looking tired yet stern as always. A lingering medic, the head doctor in fact, narrowed her eyes at his flushed cheeks but paid no mind once he started giving orders as usual.

“What’s the reply?”

The communications officer stood as she reported, “They have accepted our ask for help and showed diagrams on how to board their ship. They apparently have a docking bay that can fit half of the ship though it is normally used for smaller craft.”

“Have you gotten anything about what kinda alien we are dealing with?”

“Well we received a bulky package of medical data. Some of it is unintelligible but we do have an image. It’s—um, well see for yourself. You too, doctor.”

The room grew still as the hologram of something not unfamiliar showed. The first thing they noticed was the face. It was very much like their own except for a lack of a mouth and nose, only a smoothened white face with red eyes which seemed to stare into nothing. They then saw the noticeable differences. The most apparent thing they all noticed was a long reptilian tail on their rump, ending with a tuft of hair the same yellow hue as the mane on their head. Something like bird wings grew from the sides of their head where ears would usually be. They were also bipedal, with legs resembling a prehistoric raptor’s.

Latinar stepped back at the sight, eyeing their three toes ending with sharp claws. He shivered at the thickness of their arms and even sharper looking claws from their six fingers.

“A predator species!” He exclaimed.

The room erupted into a flurry of whispers of surprise and awe as a few muttered in unease. Silva gazed at the rotating image as shock rolled into his mind. The commander and his crew were the only other ones to find a predator species. They were only just barely sentient with a young civilization but a predator species nonetheless. And he, Captain Silva, and his crew discovered another one!

“Now, now. Everyone quiet down.” He motioned with his hands, “Are they safe to approach?”

The officer read through the incoming message as she said, “The message they sent was cordial though some words were a bit off. Plus, they sent us their anatomy and medical records. I don’t see why not.”

“Hmm. Doctor?”

“Whoever is doing the translating is appearing to be accurate. The records are changing as I’m reading it and it shows biologies similar to us.” She answered, not looking up from her screen, “I suggest we wait a bit until everything is translated so we can produce vaccines as needed.”

Silva nodded, “Alright then. Send a message that we’ll wait for the medical records to fully translate and secure our safety before we come. Also, send some of our information to their side.”

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“We received a message back and a data bank of biology records.” The orb wrote on a screen.

Galia stopped her pacing as she asked, “What did they say?”

The orb relayed the message as multiple squares of information projected from its form. The foreign characters on them changed into Farrisan ones as she skimmed through. Then her gaze landed on a 3D image of the dolmier’s creators within. They were almost like her own species! They had forward facing eyes with strange protrusions on their face and had small, strangely-shaped arials on their heads. Their legs were almost straight and gangly along with their arms. They also seemed to be clawless and only had five fingers on each hand. What surprised her the most was their lack of a tail. How the heck do they stay balanced without a tail?

She tilted her head at the sight of the strange creature, looking into its blank eyes. The image seemed empty, devoid of life. She couldn’t imagine it being real if it wasn’t for the fact that they were within orbiting distance of multiple. Another projection caught her eye, one completely different from the first creature.

It looked like a shiny, armored bird. They stood like Farrisans, with strong legs that ended in two stubby toes. They also had no tail, making her flick her arials in disbelief once again. What made up for the lack of one was an extra set of arms. An interesting thought crossed her mind as she imagined the creature in front of her. It would be quite interesting to fight with one, especially because of their extra arms and large stature like their own males.

“The first species which makes up the majority of their group are called humans. The one you’re looking at now are called drev.”

The unknown sound it said aloud for their names sounded almost musical. It would be quite hard for her to pronounce ‘drev’ but found saying ‘human’ much easier on the tongue.

An icon appeared next the the orb, “They are requesting for a live video call, caldat. Do you want to answer?”

Her arials perked up as her tail flicked around in thought, “You’ll translate?”

“Of course.”

“...Accept the call.”

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The room of humans and a drev stood uncharacteristically quiet as the centuries old dial tone rang in the air. Captain Silva sat on his chair, dressed with his cap and uniform jacket as he anxiously waited for anything to happen.

Then it did.

The image almost blinded him with the sheer amount of white on the other side of the call. The room inside seemed to be of the same material one the outside of their ship, an almost obnoxiously bright pearly white. When his eyes adjusted, he finally saw what inhabited it. The creature was almost as white as the room with long dark hair. One of its golden eyes was closed as a pink scar ran down the left side of its face. Though he hadn’t seen them for long, even he could tell that they looked weary and cautious.

They hummed and hissed as words crossed below the screen, showing a translation, “Greetings human. I am Galia. May I know who this is?”

He spoke with practiced ease, “I am Captain Silva of the UNSC Esperanca. I’m glad to speak with you as we need immediate help.”

The being paused as they read their own translation, “Yes, I have seen but I also am in need of aid.”

“We have seen the damage to your ship as well. In exchange for sheltering in your ship, we can help fix it. There is next to no room left for our crew and we need to contact our allies.”

“That is a sound exchange though may I ask for help with provisions? My food supply is almost empty and its procurement is slow.”

“How many are in your crew?”

“...It is only me.”

Silva’s eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, “You are alone in that giant ship?”

“Yes, there were more but...” Her strange ear-wing-things drooped, “A sickness has killed them.”

The nearby doctor’s head shot up from her readings. Without any regard to the captain, she butted into the video, “A lethal sickness?”

The creature looked at her in surprise, “Yes, but the onboard AI has found a preventative medicine to combat it from my own blood. I was fortunate enough to be naturally immune to it. I will mention, however, that there is no cure at the moment if one does get infected.”

The captain and doctor looked at each other, a silent conversation passing through their eyes. The white being looked between them, confused yet intrigued at the staring contest.

The doctor asked with a serious expression, “Can you send us all the information about it?”

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For once, Galia had no clear answer. Who would want to help them if they knew about the Infection? Saying ‘well you’ll find that it killed most of our population right after they gone mad and infected others and there no cure so please help’ is going to make them run for the hills. She did the best she could to not visibly look panicked but she had to say something, the hesitation was starting to show.

The orb interrupted, “I’ll send every known instance of the disease and my progress in its eradication. Forewarned, it can be graphic.”

The humans looked at the orb in shock as information poured into the doctor’s tablet, causing her to brush off her shock as she scanned it.

Galia openly gazed at the floating ball in disbelief, “Orb! What the h—“

“After looking through their data, I have concluded that they will not leave us behind.”

“H—Why?”

“Because they are human...”

(Part 5: https://yeet-imma-skeet.tumblr.com/post/616966577516150784/the-sky-is-in-pieces)

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