#jaybirddraws

[delirious-lycan]

Fuck it. Wolf-ifies ur jayvik (Viktor is currently a wip but i locked in and drew Wolf Jayce in like 2 hours)

Post-canon reincarnation au where they're reborn as wolves and are just generally uncanny to humans and other animals alike. Maybe the real glorious evolution was the wolfsonas we created along the way

[of-witches-and-ink]

/// Speak of the Devil and He shall Appear ///

[maplebars]

hello! i hope you don't mind, but i was super inspired by your krbk Howl's Moving Castle doodle and, well, now I'm writing a fic! Can I send you the link?

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

[happyhealthycats]

my whole life w cats I’ve summed up their personalities into two main categories: absolutely off the walls silly and energetic, and silent snuggly pensive cats. ik cat personality is probably more complicated than that, but what would you say are the most common personality types you’ve seen? (=｀ω´=)

It’s a good observation! You’re right, though. Cat personalities are a little more in depth, but it’s to a point where we haven’t really figured out everything about what makes a cat’s personality the way it is. We’re still sort of stuck figuring out what can be learned and influenced and what is set in stone. For the most part, upbringing does play a rather large role, but there are other factors that we just can’t count for in certain cats that mean there’s another piece of the puzzle we just haven’t solved yet.

For me personally (and I obviously can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m discussing strictly professional observations), I have to keep personality back a little bit and just view the cat as an individual. Aspects of the individual are more important than the broad strokes.

What is their prey drive like? How well do they tolerate touch? Do they seek out affection or do they just tolerate it? Is there food aggression? These things exist across personality types, so rather than a type A or type B situation, I have to look at just...this particular cat in order to figure out the best solution for their problem. 

Now, I can generalize my own cats personalities, of course, but in the grand scheme of things, I’ve seen so many cats that I know by their behavior what they want from me, or don’t want from me. A very skittish cat, for example, can be SO touch-starved yet so terrified that they will not seek out affection, and if they do, it’s confusing for them. In those situations I don’t see “oh it’s a shy snuggly cat”, I see a cat who has various hang ups about human attention for whatever reason is their own, and finding the solution for this particular cat. Sometimes it’s just desensitizing them to a human’s presence. Sometimes it’s slowly getting them used to being touched. Either way, what works for one cat may not work for another, even if, on paper, the cats appear to be the very same.

I don’t think I answered your question very well, but in all honesty, it’s tough for me to pinpoint. Behaviors don’t necessarily define a personality, but on the flip side, there are certain behaviors that stem from certain aspects of that personality. It’s pretty in-depth. Fun fact, as a general rule, the shelter I last volunteered with didn’t like volunteers using the term “sweet” to describe cats. “Every cat is sweet, according to them,” they said. “The shy one who hides in the corner is sweet. The one who reaches out to try and touch someone is sweet. It doesn’t tell you anything about who they are. Use words like timid, shy, friendly, affectionate. But just...not ‘sweet’.” I always found that funny.

[ahumanintraining]

‘til death do us part

It’s about right now that Lance regrets saying yes. — klance

prompt: eating ice cream  for @jaybirddraws​ for the voltron summer exchange 2017 (@vldexchange) - hope you enjoy! (how awesome is it that the stars aligned us so that i write this for you!) no pun intended. :P also sorry for the tardiness! i’m the worst. (read on ao3)

Lance has never been more offended in his life.

Not any more than he is now, looking down at an ice cream cone with the plainest whitest most vanilla scoop on top — only some spare chocolate sprinkles to decorate the pitiful top.

Lance only realizes that he’s been staring at the cone for more than long enough when a melted drip of the dessert rolled over Keith’s index finger, pooling into the crevice between his fingers and threatening to spill over onto his middle finger.

“I thought we were best friends, Keith,” Lance says softly. “Like good ole pals.”

From the confused look in his dark eyes, it seems Keith still hasn’t figured out the source of Lance’s disappointment. 

And maybe it’s that fact that disappoints Lance even more.

“I got you ice cream,” Keith reminds him, with a little wave of the ice cream cone, as if re-offering the dessert to Lance again. “Don’t you love ice cream?”

Lance folds his arms across his chest. “Well, yes,” he concedes, nodding his head and shuffling his stance a little bit. He looks down and sighs, before finally meeting Keith’s eyes again. “But not vanilla.”

Keith wrinkles his nose. “What’s wrong with vanilla? I even got the frozen yogurt since you’re trying to be healthy and all now.”

“Frozen yogurt,” Lance quotes. And as if to make very clear, he repeats, “Frozen yogurt.”

“Yeah, I mean, you even said yourself during the ten-year Voltron reunion that you needed to reel in the sugar,” Keith defends. “Something about how reaching your late-20s was making the weight catch up to you.”

Meanwhile, the frozen yogurt drips over his middle finger.

Lance nods, recognizing Keith’s logic, but then tilts his hand flat and palm side up to state what is so obvious to him. “I mean when I say I want ice cream when it’s ninety degrees and ninety percent humidity in Miami after a full four hours on the beach and we’re on a vacation, I think I definitely mean the most instantaneous gratification of my needs rather than a well-intended conscious foresight for my health.”

“Well, okay, instant gratification — are you eating this or not?” he asks again. “I thought you wanted this.” He looks at the drooping frozen cone tip. “I even got chocolate sprinkles. I know you like those.”

“We piloted mega space lions, defeated an alien overlord, saved the universe together, and even got over our differences and became best of friends forever, and you still don’t know that when I say I want ice cream, I don’t want vanilla-flavored frozen yogurt,” Lance exclaims, throwing his hands up into the air. “I can’t believe it.”

“With sprinkles!” Keith reminds him in a sputter. “With chocolate sprinkles!”

And in regards to the slow steady drip of the melting frozen yogurt? It’s trailed over Keith’s middle finger and is creeping over the gold ring over Keith’s fourth finger.

Lance sees how far he’s let the not-so-frozen yogurt melt down Keith’s hand and raises his eyes to look at Keith’s face.

Keith is devastated. He has the most pitiful expression on his face — a full-blown almost puppy dog eyes, the shadow of the mid-afternoon sun against his scruffy bangs contrasting everything to the right of his nose, how he weakly holds the rejected cold dessert in his still-extended hand in almost the same way he weakly holds his rejected attempt to please Lance.

Of course — and predictably — it’s at this point when Lance decides that he can’t take looking at Keith’s dejected face any longer.

“Oh, you know I’m only giving you a hard time,” Lance confesses, reaching forward for the frozen yogurt and chocolate sprinkle-covered cone. “Just joking around.”

“…oh,” Keith says, veering his eyes down to the ground with some embarrassment.

Lance can see the small goofy grin that Keith hides behind the slope of his chin, though, and the sight of it makes Lance warm in the chest.

Lance looks down at the cone and then gives it a hearty slurp. “It’s a little more tangy than I’d like,” he says, smacking his lips a bit before licking up the sprinkle that caught at the corner of his mouth. He shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, I’ll settle for this,” he says, after another bite.

Keith picks his head up, the smile stretching wider over his lips. His eyes light up when he sees the already-half consumed frozen yogurt.

Lance rolls his eyes, raising his hand to remind Keith of the matching gold band on his ring finger. “I mean, I’ve already settled for worse.”

“’Til death do us part?” Keith teases, with the slightest smirk of his mouth.

“Not if you keep getting me vanilla frozen yogurt,” Lance replies.

But this time, even Keith can tell that’s a joke.

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Ur beautiful and ur art is beautiful and u deserve ALL the happiness I hope ur having a good day ok bye

<3 <3 <3 you are sweet thank you <3

[delirious-lycan]

I think the direwolves deserved armor. I believe this wholeheartedly.

[delirious-lycan]

[Emerges eons after the show ends and the books are on a gigapause hiatus]

A humble offering,,,

Behold: a Jon Snow sprite I drew to show off his outfit in a fanfiction I'm plotting out. Premise of said au is basically "Jon Snow: Become Soul's-Type Indie Game Protagonist"

I'll be drawing a few more sprites and maybe even scenes from this AU eventually