#from helluva boss

[scenecipriano]

Alastor to Charlie: Sorry dear your father is being a bit of a B-I-T-C-H

Lucifer on the other side of the hotel: DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH?

Alastor surprised: Well how was I supposed to know you can spell? I’ve never seen you read!

[drublaccthorn]

Zara, pulled Kit’s collar : you are the ones at our mercy!

Ash : it’s hard to resist, I’m really sorry. But considering your approach thus far, you’ve had us tied here for what? Hours? And you haven’t even had us confirm what exactly we are

Manuel : what are you?!

Ash : I’m a virgo~

Kit : AHAHH—

[ms-cartoon]

I'm wanting to take a break from Helluva Boss for a while, but I still feel like ranting about something. So which will be?

Peach Girl or Nana?

[mysuperdupersecretsideblog]

I am asking for art help from people with prosthetics.

So, I like drawing.

Several different types of styles really, I'll go cartoonish, semi realistic, lined, or lineless, etc.

Normally I'm good at picking up how to draw different mobility aids. All I usually need is to see what they look like, see them in use, and see ranges of mobility one would have using them.

I can draw crutches, weight supporting canes, mobility canes, different types of wheelchairs, and walkers, all due to myself or a friend or family member using them and myself being able to have easy reference.

I have realized now that I don't have any idea how to draw prosthetic limbs though.

I have seen pictures on google, looking up references, but all I'm finding is mostly stock photos, 90% are in practically the same pose, and/or they're the wrong type of prosthetic for my art piece, and I haven't been able to make them look good in my art because of this.

My focus in the moment for the art piece that I want to do would be above knee prosthetics and above elbow prosthetics. I do want to learn how to draw all types of prosthetics though because I want to make my art more inclusive off all kinds of people.

If anyone with prosthetics would be comfortable dming me to tell me what kind of range, mobility, and limitations you might have with your prosthetics, and maybe a picture or two that I could use to reference in my art, I would be ridiculously grateful.

Please and thank you.

[fuck-it-tim-shepard-time]

how old do y'all think Tim was when he had to start raising Curly and Angela? What do y'all think that was like for him??

Because throughout the entire book, Tim is a very serious, cold dude,, but like. Cmon. You know that man has a soft spot for his little siblings and I'll die by that.

--- lazy writing & art under the cut ---

When Angela was born, Tim Shepard realized that he could die. When his mother was found dead, he realized that he will

Not in the sense of realizing ones own mortality, no, Tim had come to terms with that years ago. No, this was entirely different.

Before, it had been a passing thought, Curly, their mother's pride and joy, was growing into a fine young boy, even though he was only 7, his little hands seemed built to carry a blade. So, when Tim thought of death, he knew he had no reason to fear it. Curly could at the very least take care of himself. Their mother wouldn't be there to do it, anyways.

Then, she was born. A spitting image of their mother, save for the jet black hair in place of the dark brown that the brothers had inherited. The one trait she got from a man who none of the Shepard's would ever know.

A baby sister.

As she grew, Tim had never felt such a violent mix of love and rage.

Rage. Not at the child, no, he took one look at her and realized he could never be angry with her, but with himself. Before now, he lived his life while being so prepared for it to end- but she changed all of that. She didn't have Curly's affinity for violence, kindness and an innocence that could only ever be seen in those with a silver spoon, rich enough to pay away life's struggles. The Shepard's couldn't provide her that, a rusty spoon sat where silver should, infecting the girl with tetanus before she even realized she was poisoned from the start.

Finding his mother's corpse when Angela was 3 years old felt like proof of that infection.

It was no surprise, hookers get killed, it's what happens in Tulsa. Tim felt a shocking amount of hollowness as he stared at the mutilated body of the woman. He knew he should feel sad, grief-stricken, anything, but he just felt inconvenienced. He'd have to work extra hard to keep his siblings safe and in school. He'd have to drop out himself, probably. No loss on his part, he'd basically been expelled anyways. Seniors drop out all the time, who really cares?

It wasn't until her funeral that he felt something. Holding Angela next to a closed casket, while Curly clung to it like an infant, crying for his mother. Angela staring at it, not fully understanding, but beginning to cry because she knew something was wrong.

Anger. That's all he felt. Anger towards his mother, for not being more careful when she knew how much they needed her, anger towards himself for not protecting her. Mostly, though, it was because he knew he was going to share her same fate. Dead on a street to be found by someone who loved him. The only difference will be that he knows this ahead of time, he can prepare.

So, weeks later, while holding a sleeping Angela with one arm, and half-hugging a sobbing Curly with the other, Tim made a promise over his mother's grave.

"I'll see you again one day, but before I do, I'll make sure they'll be okay."

IMAGE ID pencil on lined paper depicting a young, teary eyed Tim Shepard holding a sleeping, infant Angela Shepard. Text to the left that reads "When I'm gone, You'll be okay." ID END

[catto-ohno]

casually changes my discord and tumblr aesthetic at the same time for max coolness