Yes I appreciate all the notes I get from people hitting the little heart on my posts, but having followers who do more than just cherry pick my stuff as it comes up in a search is even more appreciated.

 

aetherium-aeon asked
Lavi Bookman x Allen Walker from D Gray-Man

glaucousrougarou:

((I am so sorry to inform that I have never read nor watched D Gray-Man. ; w ; I am so so sorry, dearie. My brother has part of it, so maybe I’ll hit it up one day and get back to you with a paragraph as compensation.))

I am always spreading the knowledge of Laven, mostly because my bf and I want to do a Laven cosplay sometime (me as Allen, him as Lavi)

unexplained-events:

CCTV Footage

A strange creature was seen running across a motorway in the UK. 

The legs bend in a strange way.Seems like a two-legged creature running (very fast) on all fours

Saw a reblog of this a bit ago with commentary, but it was removed before I could reblog it with my thoughts, so here they are. It was in response to someone saying it was a deer and another person saying something about “deer with legs that bend backward”

That joint is called an elbow, and believe it or not, deer and other quadrupeds have them. The odd thing here is that the elbow is located much lower on the front limbs than on most quadrupeds. The location of the elbows on this creature’s forelimbs suggests bipedal body structure along with the length of torso, though the hind legs are very much quadruped in joint positioning.

My closest guess for comparison, unfortunately, is not a real world creature to anyone’s knowledge, but the body structure highly suggests a faun type creature that is for some reason running on all fours. (walks on quadruped hind legs, but stands upright with bipedal arms)

Also, to me, the neck does not appear to be long enough for this creature to be a deer.

whowasntthere:

championofazura:

Girls, romanticize yourselves. You are a queen. You are a warrior. You are an enchantress. You are a mermaid. You are a goddess. You are all of these things and more, you are the stuff of fairytales. 

Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares.

(Source: sapphiology)

thedreamingbutterfly:

You hear all these “you’re not a real fan unless” and it lists a hundred things, but I met a dude today who saw my Deadpool pin and asked what my favorite story arc was, and I explained that while I loved Deadpool, I was new to Marvel (I only really got into it a year and a half ago) and hadn’t been able to find a lot of the comics. Instead of making a face or a derogatory comment, he just offered to send me all the stuff he had. That is a true fan.

I wish someone would send me Guardians of the Galaxy stuff. I really want to read those comics, but for now it seems like I’ll just have to cosplay Starlord based on the movie alone.

miss-nerdgasmz:

toxic-dolls:

resuku:

askwere-froggy:

wheatley-spooks:

mandopony:

ahagotit:

re-sublimity-kun:

HIF … PRE ….
art by RE-sublimity-kun

Epilogue: True story, bro.

This is the truest of stories.

Artist problem #1059250912501681095802485203948106

This is truthful. Why? Because artists think that things are handed to them. So they start getting greedy. They wait until they get, and stuck with, a big amount of followers. Mostly by luring them with requests. They they wait and BAM. The slam down the “Pay for my stupid art”hammer. Most people are hungry and will do anything to get their hands on art they requested. But that’s how others unfollow them. Not because they’re idiots. but because nobody should have to pay for shit like that. Unless your mentioned in the news, stop doing commissions.

Well I’m hungry too, that’s why I do commission, you asshole.

What a prick! Drawing takes fucking time! What happened to ‘getting a job and doing what you love?’ how the fuck can we if no one wants to pay for anything and just expects artists to draw for free?

"Artists think that things are handed to them. So they start getting greedy" you mean non-artists start getting greedy, right?
"Most people are hungry and will do anything to get their hands on-" Have you heard the term “starving artist?”
There is a reason why being an artist is considered a “risky” profession by non-creative people- because PEOPLE LIKE YOU like to cheat us out of the pay we deserve because you like taking talented people for granted, and have no concept of labor or exploitation. Show some respect.
We ask for commissions because WE ARE WILLING TO WORK FOR THE MONEY WE EARN. It’s not asking for handouts. Art doesn’t come out of nowhere, and should be paid as such. Don’t believe me? Watch an art time lapse. It takes time and years’ worth of skill to create a piece. Something that people have went to school and trained for, or trained themselves to do for extensive periods of time.
If an artist deems their skill worthy of pay, then it’s FREAKING WORTHY OF PAY. Don’t throw a temper tantrum like a 5-year-old just because you can’t afford an artist’s work.


^ This

miss-nerdgasmz:

toxic-dolls:

resuku:

askwere-froggy:

wheatley-spooks:

mandopony:

ahagotit:

re-sublimity-kun:

HIF … PRE ….


art by RE-sublimity-kun

Epilogue: 

True story, bro.

This is the truest of stories.

Artist problem #1059250912501681095802485203948106

This is truthful. Why? Because artists think that things are handed to them. So they start getting greedy. They wait until they get, and stuck with, a big amount of followers. Mostly by luring them with requests. They they wait and BAM. The slam down the “Pay for my stupid art”hammer. Most people are hungry and will do anything to get their hands on art they requested. But that’s how others unfollow them. Not because they’re idiots. but because nobody should have to pay for shit like that. Unless your mentioned in the news, stop doing commissions.

Well I’m hungry too, that’s why I do commission, you asshole.

What a prick! Drawing takes fucking time! What happened to ‘getting a job and doing what you love?’ how the fuck can we if no one wants to pay for anything and just expects artists to draw for free?

"Artists think that things are handed to them. So they start getting greedy" you mean non-artists start getting greedy, right?

"Most people are hungry and will do anything to get their hands on-" Have you heard the term “starving artist?”

There is a reason why being an artist is considered a “risky” profession by non-creative people- because PEOPLE LIKE YOU like to cheat us out of the pay we deserve because you like taking talented people for granted, and have no concept of labor or exploitation. Show some respect.

We ask for commissions because WE ARE WILLING TO WORK FOR THE MONEY WE EARN. It’s not asking for handouts. Art doesn’t come out of nowhere, and should be paid as such. Don’t believe me? Watch an art time lapse. It takes time and years’ worth of skill to create a piece. Something that people have went to school and trained for, or trained themselves to do for extensive periods of time.

If an artist deems their skill worthy of pay, then it’s FREAKING WORTHY OF PAY. Don’t throw a temper tantrum like a 5-year-old just because you can’t afford an artist’s work.

^ This

(Source: re-sublimity-kun.deviantart.com)

strigays:

furryscumbags:

rainbow-lick:


"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”
-Dogbomb

 
sweetest story ever…

This is a really cute story and I hope it lifts your spirits. -mousemod

IF ANY OF YOU ARE UNAWARE OF WHAT Furries stand for literally read this story . furries are not in it for the sex they are in it to make others happy.

It pisses me off when people think being a furry is all about sexualizing everything. It’s not. It’s people who feel like they shouldn’t be human trying to find acceptance by making others happy.

strigays:

furryscumbags:

rainbow-lick:

"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.

My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.

Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”

Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.

Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.

It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.

Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.

"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."

He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.

We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.

"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.

Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.

We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?

Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.

"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….

Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.

As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 

I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”

-Dogbomb

image 


sweetest story ever…

This is a really cute story and I hope it lifts your spirits.
-mousemod

IF ANY OF YOU ARE UNAWARE OF WHAT Furries stand for literally read this story . furries are not in it for the sex they are in it to make others happy.

It pisses me off when people think being a furry is all about sexualizing everything. It’s not. It’s people who feel like they shouldn’t be human trying to find acceptance by making others happy.

xfreischutz:

remington-zero:

ahhh I hope this serves as some sort of use for people? orz

learn your anatomies to the point that you can build it in simple shapes! perspective is also essential, i’m sorry

if you can build things in your head and take them apart in your head you will have little to no problems building your pictures { aside from composition issues }.

remember to use references, it’s not cheating, your mind won’t ever come up with as much variety as nature and if you haven’t rendered something before and you don’t know how to do it, what are you going to do? not use references?

and practice lots, it’s the only way to develop your own style and see what sorts of stylization works and what doesn’t!

tl;dr: make a skull, slap some meat on it, pull skin over it, tighten and loosen as you see fit

sibiet:

i actually like asshole couples best like the couples that pick on each other so much and call each other names but it’s okay because you know they’re actually totally in love and none of it is meant in a mean way and every insult is punctuated by a sweet comment to remind the other how much they actually adore them and i’m sorry but there isn’t anything cuter ok

You’d love my bf and I then. We learn other languages so we can insult each other in said languages.

akkochi asked
hhhhh your art is so beautiful u v u. I'm wondering if you could do some references on backs? Of course only if you have time and feel like doing so o v o;;;

kelpls:

forgive my handwriting I HOPE THIS HELPS A LITTLE BC IM NOT RLY SURE IF IT MAKES SENSE also here are some pics of rl backs which you can also locate via google 1,2,3,4,5(nsfw bc butt) 

ultrafacts:

thescoon:

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

I rarely reblog stuff like this, but this is so damn clever and hilarious.

(Source) for the fact in the picture

ultrafacts:

thescoon:

sir-hathaway:

gryffinpoor:

dudemanbropants:

gryffinpoor:

thepreciousthing:

the-ordinary-nerd:

ask-or-rp-with-will-petrisous:

squad16:

finalellipsis:

bestnatesmithever:

What if it bites me and it dies?

that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.

What if it bites itself and I die?

It’s voodoo.

What if it bites me and someone else dies?

That’s correlation, not causation.

what if we bite each other and neither of us die

that’s kinky

oh my god

this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever

I rarely reblog stuff like this, but this is so damn clever and hilarious.

(Source) for the fact in the picture