#continuation post

[picklesthenonbeanary]

Click clack and thespius as Jessica and Roger rabbit but this time click clack has pants!

Sorry if the lightings bad, took this while in my dining room so it’s not the best

Drew click clack in pants, this will be my second and final public update about this fanart before I sacrifice it to the coloring realm (hoping it turns out good, I’m gonna use markers for their vibrancy but it is also the biggest risk if I mess up I think)

Making this post more as a self documentation thing so that I have a photo of it from before colors just in case I ruin it I can still admire it. Thespius took me so long to draw and like I think it turned out great for me having little to no knowledge on how to draw boobs and cloth good, I guess using losts of references helps a lot with that lol

Also as a treat since this just seems like a reupload have a picture I took last night of the drawing before I finished drawing thespius’ top half

[torveiglyart]

Parrrrrttttt 3! Keithy Weithy has a quirk page now too! You’re welcome.

Keith’s quirk: Due to currently unknown reasons, Keith’s transformation quirk is not listed on the registry. His quirk is a transformation one that turns his skin a light purple, gives him fluffy feline-esque ears, solid yellow reflective eyes, and other animalistic traits such as fangs, claws, and heightened senses. Unfortunately, the transformation results in a loss of rational and increased agitation while in it, and partial memory loss when reverted. No one but a select few people know what his quirk is.

Likes: knives, watermelon, and athletic attire

Dislikes: socialization, his quirk, and swimming

Keith was originally going to attend public high school, but his older brother, Shiro, was able to pull a few strings for Keith to attend UA’s General Education course. Keith appreciates the gesture, but sometimes regrets accepting it as it interferes with his vigilante work. Shiro has no idea what his adopted little brother (son, legally) gets to in his free time, but he grows increasingly worried with each bruise that appears. He is also one of three people that know of Keith’s quirk, and would like to help him utilise it rather than hide it.

Keith had been a vigilante for years before Shiro took him in, yet has never made a name for himself. He prefers to stick to the shadows and avoid attention, villain or press. His mask has been vital to concealing his less-than-legal activities, but people are starting to talk about him due to its easily recognizable look. Keith anxiously waits in anticipation for the day an article is posted about him. Until then, he’ll try to keep his grades up at UA and avoid expulsion, mostly for Shiro’s sake.

What should Keith’s vigilante name be?

Red Lion

Raion

Shinku

Crimson

Other (comment)

Voting ended onAug 9, 2024

[animeshon-anime-by-blbambeyond]

TADAIMA, OKAERI (2024, JAPAN)

S1 E4 SHINING DAYS

Part 2

[thewallsaretalking-again]

Baby Chompazoids

Ok, because I can't keep my thoughts short and simple i had to make an entire new post for this. This is a continuation of this post:

What Am I Doing?

Alright everyone stop So we all know about the dinosaurs with feathers theory And some of us know what dinobots are -You know where this

So go there for a bit of context

Anyways, the question was if baby Chompazoids would also have feathers, being a sub-species of Dinobots and all that ( @x-vivern-x ). The answer: kind of. The Chompazoids have been compared to dogs many times by the TF wiki, but more important to me would be that the Chompazoids look very similar to Gorgonopsids, an old group of mammals. Taking those facts and The Chomps preference towards violence into account I've come up with this: Just like Dinobots, Chompazoids are born with feathers, but they aren't necessarily needed, their armor is thick enough to help them maintain a pleasant temperature without insulation. Even if they were needed, they wouldn't last very long, because baby chompaziods seem to take enjoyment in ripping their own fur-feathers out, like the little psychos they are. (Long story short, yes, they are born with feathers, but they rip them all out in the first week just because they can)

Here are some bonus facts about these lil' creechurs bc I have way too much time on my hands:

Chompazoids only stay with their parents for a week to a month after being born, before going off on their own and tearing through everything in their path

Little Chomps eat scraplets

Baby Chomps have no sense of balance and waddle around like mini wrecking balls most of the time

They don't have fur, but they don't have feathers. They have a strange in-between

Chompazoids wag their tails like dogs when their happy

Baby Chomps don't roar; they SCREECH

Chompazoids absolutely HATE being on their backs

Thats all folks, thanks for stopping by! (Bonus-bonus:)

[etoileplume]

i made an edited version for me to use as an icon and IT LOOKS SO PRETTY AHH

[herbaelogist]

continued from here w/ @lupiinee

Neville probably reached too eagerly for the chocolate treats, but he didn’t care; Chocolate was one of the few things that warmed him from the inside out.  The sweet, rich taste was like a warm embrace that melted his worries.  He nibbles on an edge thoughtfully as he listens to his professor tell his sad tale of loss and heartache at proportions Neville couldn’t even dream of. Hmm.  Maybe chocolate couldn’t heal everything after all.

It was strange to Neville to hear such a grim tale from a professor. He was so used professors acting so. . Professor-y, that one could easily forget that they, too, were human, and experienced every emotion that students could feel. They were just better at hiding it. Part of Neville felt honored that he got to see this side from someone he looked up to. 

“‘M sorry for all that’s happened t’you.” Neville responds between bites of cookie.  His eyes held sorrow and guilt— Guilt that his sense of loss was so minute compared to Professor Lupin’s. A frown formed. “Why is it always that bad stuff happens to good people? S’not fair.” 

Neville included himself in that.  He’d always tried his best to be kind and sweet to those around him.  And yet his parents will still taken from him— In a sense, anyway.  They were alive, unlike Professor Lupin’s losses, only not really. They were just shells with heartbeats. 

“I’ve never lost anyone like you have,” Neville continues on quietly, the guilt present in his voice— As if his pain is any lesser than his professor’s.  He seeks acceptance in the kind gaze of his professor as he struggles through his next few words.  “But my parents. . They’re unwell. Very unwell.”

[marshmallowprotection]

Ray felt her hand tremble in his grasp. It was a small tremor but it was a nervous tic all the same that he couldn't ignore.

She had always been not all that excited at the prospect of facing anyone, especially the RFA as she abandoned all of them at the last second to go and find the hacker and disappeared without a trace. It wasn't like she'd chosen to leave Mint Eye with them, they didn't give her the choice.

She had tried to convince them to save Ray, but they didn't have the time, and she struggled with that guilt, even though she felt like she made the right choice in going back for him. Even though it had seemingly damned the two of them to some significant wounds in the process, she had been okay with that.

Her fingers had dug into the fabric of her coat as they spoke, seemingly for the last time, and then everything went up in smoke. Ray couldn't at all remember the time when he slipped in and out of consciousness but he could remember the fear in his heart when he couldn't feel her warmth by him anymore and he found himself staring deep into Mint eyes that had damned them in the first place.

His voice had been gone, but he felt his body and mind scream in anguish as he seemingly tried to figure out if he was in Hell, or Heaven. Was he to live being in adulterated agony, seeing the rubble moved from his form by the person that had just caused him to hit the switch.

Let me die, let me die, let me die, I'd rather be dead then stuck with this monster. Is this my hell for damning my angel? His mind thought with a frantic unease.

The person that had damned him and damned the person that he loved the most. The longer he was forced to stare at V, the longer he came to the realization that he hadn't died, and that the pain he suffered was real.

He couldn't move, and he panicked, thinking why, why couldn't he just die and why was he forced to see this man? The anguish as he pleaded for the suffering to end and for V to stop haunting him did nothing to quell the misery.

Ray did not want to relive that day. But, he could remember when he found use of his weak voice, and demanded to know where she was, where in the world had Lila gone, she had just been there with him, in his arms, and now he could feel not a thing.

And, he remembered, that grim look in V's eyes, as he looked to the right and Ray forced his head to move in spite of the screaming, burning, the pain was blinding-

"Ray?"

He was shaken from his thoughts, pulled from his memory as her voice called out to him. Ray looked to the voice and saw Lila, peering up at him with the eye that wasn't covered by a cloth patch. That would be his fault too, as well as the lingering burns that covered her back, and part of her neck to her cheek, covered mostly by her shirt. Not that anyone would know about those other than himself or V.

Normally, she would have hidden such things behind her hair but most of it had... it had slowly grown back, anyway. Now the curls puffed out below her ears, just enough that she could hide behind her locks if she wanted but she hadn't done that in such a long time.

"You look nervous," she murmured. Her fingers tentatively brushing against his unmarked cheek with her thumb. "Is everything okay?"

She was worried about him and yet he knew that she was just as incredibly nervous and uneasy about the rest of the day. After all, it had been two years since everything happened had went down and there was no telling how it would go knowing that they would be showing their face to everyone.

V thought that it was time, and while Ray agreed to some degree, there was a pit in his stomach when he thought about it. Thought about the RFA and what they would think when they knew what Lila had gone back for in the first place and how Saeyoung would react.

Guilt.

As well as some other things. Even though he had been able to work on a lot of those feelings and he had been able to understand what had been done to him and what was wrong, it did not wipe away the pain or the weight of what he did for Mint Eye.

Seeing her was a reminder of that and yet, he had to admit that he didn't want to forget. It was better that he didn't forget because he never wanted to fall for something like that ever again.

He feared if he forgot he may make a mistake again.

He never wanted to do that.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know," he said, simply. "You're trembling."

"Am I?" She looked down at their hands. "I guess I am. It's just a lot to think about... I don't know if I can... I mean. So much has changed and I kind of left without telling them... I guess I don't want to think they felt guilty for this. I was the one who choose to..."

Go back.

"Its okay," even if it wasn't. "We've talked about this. So much of this was... out of our control, you know?"

"I know," she gripped him tighter then. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know if I'm ready to see him," he said, carefully.

"We can wait," Lila answered. It was feather light and almost inaudible. They both glanced at the building that V had entered first to go and greet everyone and prepare them mentally for what was about to happen. It was also good to let him breathe and talk to Jumin. "I mean, what's five minutes to two years anyway?"

Ray cracked a weak smile, but it was a smile all the same.

Lila managed a weak laugh. It made his heart feel less strained. She nudged her face against his shoulder and sighed. "And you know what, call me greedy but I like being able to be with you alone like this. You're handsome all dressed up like this."

His cheeks felt the heat return. Wow, it had been some time since she made him feel stunned and at a loss for words. He couldn't help but to look at her too, see her way that she seemed more at ease in a sweater and skirt instead of sweats and stolen sweaters.

"Y-You too," he muttered.

[yostresswritinggirl]

im the anon that was harrased, thanks everyone for their kinds words! and thank you for the fic it was very good.

i’m doing fine, i took more safety precautions and my friends let me talk to them. the guy tweeted “people are trying to take down my account 🙄” but now got intimidated and went private!!!! woo!!!!!

Today is a good day uwu

I'm glad you liked it! We're always here for you and everyone too, in this place we advocate humans supporting humans!

Have a blessed day to everyone!

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