Jan 24, 2022
Results of randomly playing around in Procreate, lol.
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Results of randomly playing around in Procreate, lol.
I wonder if Delilah Noir feet/clothes/wigs/ect would fit the ariel? I have two and the body's look similar. The feet are removable, so maybe that's what's up with that?
I think you’re right, they do look like they’re the same body!
tho if the feet are removeable the previous owner apparently had some trouble:
the old pegs are still there, but I can’t budge them, I’m gonna have to drill them out before I can replace anything :p
I had thought you just weren't really posting, considering I had notifications on for your blog but for some reason I wasn't following anymore 😩 Gotta catch up now, haha. Don't know if Tumblr fucked with things or if I accidentally hit something.... But I'm glad to see you're still around and it was just me being a dumbass, lol.
It’s hard to tell if tumblr did it on their end or if it was a slip up, but it is incredibly easy to unfollow someone on this site, I’d blame them no matter what. I’m sorry you got behind because of this! I definitely recommend joining the discord I just started so you can get updates there too!
Like. I always see people put Viktor amd Yuuri as different clothes sizes. But what if they both wore the same size? Say, Viktor being skinny but taller makes him one size, and Yuuri, being shorter but wide being the same size. I dunno, just random thought I wanted to write down, lol.
Yuuri’s unpacking in St. Petersburg, in Victor’s, no, their apartment, when he finds it. From his spot on the bed, Victor can’t see it. He can, however, see the way Yuuri goes pink. He can also see the way Yuuri freezes and then slams it back into the box at the sound of Victor’s voice.
“It’s nothing!” Yuuri shouts, loud enough to make Makkachin perk her ears up.
Victor hums. “Then surely you won’t mind indulging my curiosity.”
“It’s… it’s nothing you’d care about…” Yuuri says weakly, but Victor’s already skittering into the closet on hands and knees to sit beside Yuuri and peer into the box. He sees a t-shirt, white cloth thick and awkwardly wan. There’s a faded but still colorful graphic of some sort cloaked by the creases under Yuuri’s hands.
“If it has this much of an effect on you,” Victor says, “I care about it.”
“Really, it’s not-” Yuuri cuts off as Victor snatches up Yuuri’s hands between his own. He raises the tangle of fingers and fabric up to the level of their eyes.
“On three?”
Yuuri whimpers.
“One, two, three!” Victor snaps the shirt open with a flourish.
It’s Victor.
Yuuri groans at the same time Victor squeals. “Yuuri, this is so sweet! How much did you wear this?”
“Not that much,” Yuuri mumbles.
Victor holds the well worn shirt up beside his face. Yuuri’s eyes flick between both Victors. He sighs.
“It was too big. I wore it as pajamas.”
Laying the shirt against his chest, Victor runs careful hands over his own image. “You didn’t grow into it?”
Yuuri turns impossibly more pink. “By the time I filled out enough, it was…” He flaps one hand towards the cracked and worn print. “Besides,” he rushes to add, “it never looked good on me.”
“Can I try it on?”
Yuuri’s eyes go big.
Victor tilts his head. “What?”
“Why in the world… why would you…”
“Because it’s me!” Victor says with a smile. “And it’s yours! It’s the me that knew you before this me did!”
Yuuri sputters out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
In response, Victor just grins.
It takes a moment, but eventually, Yuuri shakes his head and says, “I guess, if you have to, you can.”
“Fantastic!” Victor chirps. “Now, what will you wear?”
Yuuri lets out a flat “what” and his nose scrunches up tight enough to make his glasses slip, but Victor doesn’t explain any further; instead, he flits to his feet and starts rummaging through one of the many drawers that line the back of his closet.
“Pink or blue?”
Yuuri blinks. “Blue?”
“Hmm, okay. Purple or blue?”
“Still blue. Victor, what-”
“Aha!” Victor spins around, triumphantly holding a wrinkled shirt out at arm’s length. It’s patterned with pastel salmon flowers all over a background of eye-searingly bright azure. “It’s perfect.”
“Perfect for?”
“You, of course!”
“Oh.”
“It never fit me quite right,” Victor says, somewhere between contemplation and stream of consciousness. “The shoulder seams sat odd and the colors washed me out, but they should suit your skintone much better.”
“Oh no.”
“Plus it always hung wrong on my ribs, made me look gaunt.”
“Victor.”
“Hit at such a tough place, too - right at my beltline. But on you!”
“Victor!”
Victor head snaps towards Yuuri as if he’d forgotten he was there. “Yuuri!”
Yuuri’s mouth sets in a thin line. “I’m not wearing that.”
Victor crumples, the shirt collapsing between the fall of his drooping arms. His eyes go wide.
“You can’t expect me to wear that,” Yuuri says.
“Why not?”
“It’s hideous.”
Victor’s lip wobbles.
“It… it’ll look ridiculous on me,” Yuuri tries, but in his gut, he can feel that he’s already lost. He says one more time, “I’m not wearing that.”
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” Yuuri grumbles a few minutes later, his voice muffled by the shirt currently covering his face. He drags it down over his torso and adjusts his glasses with a groan.
“Can I look?”
“Are you changed?”
“Yes,” Victor sings, drawing the vowel out like a trill. “So can I?”
“Sure,” Yuuri says. “Let’s get this over with.”
Slowly, they turn around to face each other.
“Wow,” Victor breathes, and honestly, Yuuri agrees. The shirt that Yuuri had slept in so many nights growing up looks reinvented on its model. White fabric glows against Victor’s pale skin, fluttering wispy around the planes of his chest, and the length that had been awkwardly short on a full-grown Yuuri sits stylishly cropped just above Victor’s belly button. Even the stretched out neckline suits him, a smooth sweep along the curve of his collarbone. The graphic looks so much brighter, Yuuri thinks, when he can look up from printed blue to see the rich reality of Victor’s eyes.
Said eyes flutter shut as Victor smiles, slow and languid. “I knew it would suit you better,” he murmurs. He was right - the flowers mirror the gold-tinged flush on Yuuri’s cheeks and the blue makes Yuuri’s hair shine deep. Those damned shoulder seams look tailored to land just perfectly on his frame. The shirt is that much longer on a shorter torso, enough to end at a flattering spot above the swell of hips, and it doesn’t hang awkwardly on Yuuri at all, instead sliding just so across every sweet dip and curve. There’s one printed flower tucked against the bottom of Yuuri’s ribcage; the fan of its petals matches the sway of his waist. Victor can’t look away. “We should share clothes more often.”
“Yes,” Yuuri says, and he licks his lips. “We should.”
I was just thinking of the idea of a my centaur barbie, but like. Seems like it'd get expensive, haha. But imagine if you can work it out to where there's like the chest joint as the body or something for more movement?
oh! @sadiesdolls centaurbie has a middle body joint
tho it does come with butt-boobs
You ever have the moment of how did I manage that with your collection? Because mine is that I have 17 American Girl Dolls. I don't know how I got to this point, tbh.
yes and no
I have the unique experience of being a second gen doll collector (my dad collects too) so dolls have always just been in my life. There’s no ‘started from 0′ for me, even the years I lost interest I still had a small collection of ones I couldn’t bear to get rid of
my ‘how did I manage that’ moment tends to be me looking at my Corpse Bride Emily doll and being amazed that she’s no longer a distant fantasy and I can touch her
sometimes it does get overwhelming to have so many dolls (I have over 600! it’s a lot!), worrying about space and maintenance. wouldn’t it be easier to have a few to focus on? but I like having a big collection, I love the variety
I wish I could provide a more relatable answer, but I think it’s amazing you found something you love and are so passionate about you’re willing to invest in so many!
@mudkipsonice replied to your post “So there’s a week dedicated to knocking Yuuri up, which, cool, not my...”
I've been thinking that the whole time. Viktor who's pregnant as he watches his husband skate, feeling accomplished enough in his career to retire, and wanting their children to see Yuuri skate. Viktor who when talking about kids decides to go back to Japan because he couldn't imagine raising their kids without Yuuri's parents around. Yuuri stressing out about the birth as Viktor acts as if he's done this before, and everything will be fine.
Viktor feeling a little weird about being bigger than he's ever been. Just anything but super feminine Yuuri I tend to see with every fic of him being the pregnant one.
Yaaaaas. Give me Victor who decides that Victor Nikiforov really is dead - he’s Victor Katsuki now! Victor soaking in the onsen to ease his aches. Victor getting mildly jealous of the way Makkachin licks his belly instead of his face in greeting. Victor desperately trying to learn how to knit so he can make blankies and hats and booties and Mari silently buying him better yarn and how-to books to leave on his pillow. Victor letting his hair grow out just a little bit, because he doesn’t want to waddle into a salon, because it makes him feel a little bit younger, because the first time he’s able to pull it back, the awestruck look on Yuuri’s face stops him in his tracks.
... Also, give me a magical realism universe, where this sort of thing isn’t impossible, but it is very, very uncommon. Give me Yuuri who doesn’t believe Victor at first, because back when Yuuko got pregnant again (twin boys this time; Takeshi’s genetics just can’t take it easy on her, can they?), she gave him a couple positive tests to prank Victor with. And so Yuuri rolls his eyes, and says, “Really, Victor? I thought you liked surprising people.” And Victor just smiles at him and keeps smiling and smiling until Yuuri’s mouth drops open and Victor sighs, “Surprise.”
Trans Viktor tho. He transitioned early, always having realized he was a he. He didn't tell the public, and the only reason Yakov knew was he's seen the medical records. When Viktor has the Yuri's try on his old costumes, they both are confused. "Where the fuck did you keep your dick?" They ask. Viktor's confused because Yuuri literally just saw him naked a few days ago. The only part of him he didn't get surgery on was his genitals because he wasn't sure he wanted to.
I don’t have much of a headcanon for this, sorry. :( I’ll post this ask, though, so anyone who wants to share ideas can jump in!