your transfem friend recommended a clinic to get your bottom surgery done at. she says its cheap, not gatekeepery, and the results are good, even if the doctors a little skeevy. youre at the address she gave you and are wondering how exactly your murder will go down. the door is on a third floor landing accessible only from a fire escape out of a back alley in the worst part of town youve ever seen. you knock three times and the door is answered by a ratty-looking woman with a severe slouch smoking something that doesnt smell like nicotine and doesnt smell like marijuana. her wavy blonde hair is unkempt. shes wearing an oversized grey hoodie that hasnt been washed in some time. you can identify blood on the left sleeve and vomit across much of her side, as well as other, more mysterious stains. you cant tell if shes wearing anything underneath the hoodie. the inside of the apartment - because it is, very clearly, her apartment - has a smell that you cant place but, if pressed, would probably call sweat, though you know that description is lacking something.

dr davis, you ask. she smiles wide, and her teeth are shockingly good for the state the rest of her is in. just call me riley, she says. never did get a degree.

she ushers you inside and sits you down on a sofa almost as stained as her hoodie. can i get you a drink she asks. a drink, you repeat, dazed. she says yeah. she says she has diet coke, beer, vodka, and coffee. says she used to keep tea around for a friend of a friend but she hasnt come by in a few years and the leaves are probably losing flavor by now. you say just waters fine. she shrugs and says your funeral. she comes back from the kitchen and sweeps some stuff off the coffee table. you see a stray scalpel, a roll of gauze bandages, a soda cup from taco bell, and various crumpled papers amongst the rubbish that she knocks aside before setting down your glass of water. she has a beer in her own hand and pops the cap off with her teeth, though the motion isnt quite how youre used to seeing people do it. she takes a big gulp before she keeps talking.

so what do you want your pussy to look like, she asks. you splutter a bit. she says you are the one who needed their bits redone right. you flush and say yeah thats me. she nods and says right so what do you want. you struggle to give a good answer and she starts asking questions. depth? width? color? clit size? you give your answers falteringly. she starts asking about labia. oh, you dont want dentata, do you, she says. that costs extra. you say you dont know what that means. she says dont worry about it. hey do you wanna get pregnant? you splutter again. not now she clarifies. well i can get you pregnant now too if you want that. doesnt even have to be human i think i have some horse sperm around here if you want. i just meant like ever in the future. you say you dont know. she says okay shell leave it out for now but come back if you ever want her to put the womb in. youre too stunned to reply.

she says oh do you want to keep your dick, i can do that. you say you thought they needed the tissue from the penis in order to make the vaginal lining. she laughs and takes another gulp from her beer. she says so is that a no. you say you guess you hadnt thought about it. she says she can reschedule if you need to think, no rush. you say no i guess i dont want it anymore. she nods and says come back if you change your mind.

she says ok, i think i can start operating now if youre ready. you say okay and she tells you to lie on your back and strip naked. you follow her instructions. youre still not sure if youre going to die today or not. she pulls on a big pair of rubber gloves. not latex medical gloves, they're yellow dishwashing gloves. she grabs a small jar of what looks like petroleum jelly off a shelf nearby. you cant help but notice that theres also lube, condoms, saran wrap, and a bottle of honey on the same shelf. you dont ask. she starts vigorously rubbing the jelly into your skin from the belly button down. everywhere it touches you instantly go numb. she keeps talking while she works. a lot of it is her telling stories about "her amy." you cant tell if amy is a sister, wife, or pet. she might be all three.

she reaches up to grab an empty syringe off the top shelf. when she stretches you notice shes naked under the hoodie. you look away bashfully. she doesnt seem to notice.

she fills the syringe with liquid from a bucket in the closet. the liquid is neon green. she injects it into your inner upper thigh. you are now certain you're going to die today, but you cannot make a break for it with your legs numbed, so you wait.

she says okay this is the part where a lot of people get squeamish so look away if you think you might get sick. she pulls out a set of knives. some of them look like dentistry tools, some of them are medical scalpels, and some of them are kitchen knives. you look away. she starts humming to herself while she works. the tune is pop goes the weasel.

hey, she calls out to you from between your legs, how many nerves do you want in your clit? you say uh i dont know, whats a normal amount. she says about ten thousand give or take two thousand in either direction. you say ten thousand sounds fine. she doesnt respond, just goes back to humming. its a different tune. shes humming old macdonald now.

she gets up a couple times to grab new drinks. you say should you be drinking during an operation? she says dont worry i know what im doing. besides i never took the hippocratic oath. she laughs at that, the sound somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. you don't think its that funny. she resumes her work.

this time shes humming the alphabet song. you ask how old are you anyway? she says somewhere between 12 and 47. then she laughs again. you decide to stop asking questions.

four beers, two diet cokes, three unidentifiable cigarettes, and five hours later, she stands up and announces shes done. she wipes her brow without taking the glove off, smearing unidentifiable bodily fluids across her forehead. she jabs another syringe into your other thigh and the feeling returns to your lower body. you're a little sore but other than that you feel great. she wheels over a full length mirror and tells you to take a look. its perfect. youre everything youve ever dreamed you would be. you cant describe how euphoric it feels to see a vagina, your vagina, between your legs. you thank her tearfully. she smiles awkwardly. of course, shes saying.

how much do i owe you you ask. she shrugs. iunno, a hundred bucks? im not in it for the money. you pay her the hundred bucks and leave quickly. you barely remember to get dressed again before heading out. you have never seen Riley again.

low poly shadow = LPS (littlest pet shop)

do not let him fool you he WILL start biting this is a threat and a promise

Would love to hear more about that angel wolfwood picture if you have thoughts!!

ANGEL WOLFWOOD… yes, i have Some thoughts but it's nothing crazy… POST TRIMAX SPOILERS BELOW

it's actually a standard revival / wolfwood returns as a plant au, caused accidentally by the large burst of power vash used to protect the orphanage. he showed signs of life but not waking after his 'revival', so when vash got back to the ship, the best option to keep him stable + safe was to put him in a cold sleep capsule. eventually he'd wake up + sees vash again + gets the worst vague explanation ever + bonks vash upside on the head.

although the circumstances is strange, vash is happy that wolfwood was able to recover(?) and is Alive. a human-plant hybrid situation is new and worries vash on how it may affect wolfwood long term, but otherwise, he's glad to have him back.

i'd like to imagine wolfwood would be disturbed by his revival, knowing it's vash's life that kept him alive + having came back as something different + tackling the "what now" of his future and learning how to live normally again. he'd be frustrated and upset for the most part, but once he eats, sunbathe a little, walk on the outskirts of the ship with vash, and think over the things he's no longer obligated to, he'd instantly crumble and cry from relief.

and now they get to live the rest of their lives out together!! that's my au Anyway.

some other tid bits; i'm sure there's more complicated / fun ways to make a human-plant hybrid, but for my simple brain, wolfwood just has feathers + no verbal communication, communicates like how plants do + improved regen like how vash used to. every time the feathers are sprouting too far from his body/used actively, he's dying, so part of living is him figuring out how to control them better.

TO ME, post trimax vash is basically a normal ass human who can maybe sprout a feather or 2 if he wants to die. as a result, he can't necessarily 'show' wolfwood, but he does his best to explain how it used to be for him. wolfwood was always observational, so there are some things he remembers vash doing that aids him in his predicament now. below is case a) of vash trying to resonate with wolfwood, forgetting that uses power.

ummm i think that's about all i have to say. honestly, i'm not usually one for a revival au, but i read dunmeshi recently and was like ohhhh.. ohh……. and it gripped me, a life full of trouble but not at the cost of the world ending nor family… they could be happy… but only in this au ofc

even More scotish highland things

SUBMAS SUGGESTION? Uhhhhhh Ingo accidentally hitting his big dumb head on a door frame (tragedy)

ingo has a bad time

Miles seeing/finding out that 42 and his Ganke are dating and feel really awkward with his own Ganke afterwards, and finally telling him why he feels like this and Ganke explains and reassures him that just because another version of him went throught different things and it led to them falling in love doesn't mean that they have to also. He (Ganke) also tells him that he (Miles) is bisexual in every universe.

Ganke is best friend ever, also if someone writes punkflower fanfiction with this you have to tell me

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zedaph said primly. Without missing a beat he adjusted the truly heinous glasses on his head. "I've always had these."

Tango laughed so hard he fell over. Zedaph preened.

"Those are - so perfect," Tango wheezed, as he wobbled upright. "Do you have an extra pair?"

"Of course I do," Zedaph said, voice thick with offense. "Do I have another pair. Honestly, Tango, it's like you don't know me at all."

Tango mhm'd through his giggles.

"In fact, I seem to have some on me right now," Zedaph said, and as the grand finale, he whipped out a second pair that was alike in all ways except one: this one was orange.

"Oh, my god," Tango gasped. He took them reverently and set them on his nose like they were made of gold. "Zed, you're perfect."

"I know, I know," Zedaph said. He grinned toothily. "Now, would you happen to know where Impulse is?"

"Nope! But for you, my friend, I will find out!" Tango said. His whole face lit up as he went to type in his communicator. The glasses were obnoxious enough that they kept getting in the way, and Zedaph giggled.

Soon, they'd be a whole parade of terrible fashion. Zedvancement I can('t) see clearly now almost complete!

i dont think i ever shared my my strange roommate art on here so weirdguy yaoi enjoyers come get yall juice ((click 4 full images))

saint and sinner

herald of a new era

Just wanted to share my redesign for my favorite tumblr sexywoman it MAY be final but I'm gonna experiment with colors later and THEN decie3 if it'd final but I'm not decisive soooooo-

i am bone fucking tired so this might be jumbled

thinking about donna and miranda being mirrors and how dear donna would be absolutely fucking terrifying if she went to the same lengths as miranda does to get what she wanrs. imagining a donna so obsessessive in her love for mc and so afraid of her being stolen away that she doesn't even hesitate to garner complete control over her life. she wants to know everything mc is doing, who she's taking to, where she goes in a day, her daily activities and favourite things, all so she can carefully watch over and do everything in her power to ensure mc stays loving her, stays WITH her. of course, eventually just stalking isn't enough, too many people are a little too friendly with mc, too close to stealing her away for themselves. donna starts sending fun little presents to these people until they leave mc alone :o) mc belongs solely to donna after every attempt at new friendships ends abruptly, yet still the botanist isn't satisfied. mc expresses genuien love for donna, but sge says it's a bit lonely not having any other friends. but why would she need anyone else? isn't donna enough? desperate times call for desperate measures, and donna is as desperate as it fuckjng gets. she starts putting something extea in mc's tea. not enough to kill her, that's the LAST thing she wabts! no, just enough of something toxic to keep her home. keep her in sight. keep her safe. with donna. only donna :o)

Do you have any tips for coloring/rendering? I have a really hard time with it, it just looks so flat no matter what I do

Flat how? I don't think I'm much help without more detail

do you like the colour of the sky?

Day 240

The one who walks among the stars and controls the seas

I love remembering that Prismo and Scarab exist and impulsively learning how to draw the both of them so I can then draw them holding hands and kissing