but this is not what my body looks like :(

whats this?? a finished artwork???

I wanted to practice drawing full bodies again and proportions bc I’ve noticed recently that once I finish the face my motivation usually drops to zero and as a result I have like… SO many abandoned WIPs. so as usual Holtzmann is my default guinea pig ^^

also she’s supposed to look like she’s dusting off her hands but I really don’t know how much it looks like that? I tried

Jillian Holtzmann © Sony, Paul Feig
Art © Aiyana-Kopa

anonymous asked:

I find it easiest to describe emotions and bodily sensations by what they look like. Ex: anxiety is red-orange with yellow sparks and circular and located between my ribs and stomach. Depression is blue-grey-black and matte and it is like a thick liquid or a fog that is densest in my chest but can occasionally consume my whole body. Is the color/emotion thing an autistic thing? Thank you! Xx

This sounds like synesthesia.  While synesthesia is not strictly an autism thing, I did find this study that found that synesthesia is more common among autistic people than in the general population.

-Liz

Embarrassing

Thought of this a while back and never got round to writing it. King Piccolo is a sex fiend who is extremely uncomfortable with the fact that his daughter is an attractive young woman who will probably attract a lot of ill-intentioned guys like him 😂 Gohan is just a sweet caring dad ❤

 xxxxx

Teen Viola: Hey, wanna see my dad freak out?

Teen Pan: :D Sure.

Teen Viola: Watch this.

*she approaches King Piccolo*

Teen Viola: Daddy? I have a question…

King Piccolo: What?

Teen Viola: It’s about my body…

King Piccolo: Uh…

Teen Viola: Are my boobs too big?

King Piccolo: eyes widen* Wh-What?!

Teen Viola: They’re growing really fast… it doesn’t look odd, does it?

King Piccolo: *sweatdrops, turning purple* I - I wouldn’t know about that! I don’t look at them!

Teen Viola: But I’m worried I’ll get picked on if they’re too big. *leans forward and pushes her boobs together* They don’t look strange, do they?

King Piccolo: *closes his eyes tight, starting to freak out* Viola, I have no idea!! Why the hell would I want to look at them?!

Teen Viola: Come on, please? *turns around* What about my butt? Do you think it’s possible to be TOO toned?

King Piccolo: *bright purple and flustered* NO! I - I mean - - I don’t know! What the fuck are you doing with boobs and a butt anyway?! You don’t need those things! Just - cover yourself up and get the hell out of here!

Teen Viola: *winks at Pan* XD

Teen Pan: *giggles* ((Oh my god, that’s hilarious! I’m so trying that with my dad!))

*later, in Gohan’s house*

Teen Pan: Daddy…? Can I talk to you…?

Gohan: Sure, Pancake. What’s up?

Teen Pan: It’s about my body…

Gohan: *blushes awkwardly* Oh… um… maybe you’re better off talking to your mother…

Teen Pan: I’d rather talk to you. Please?

Gohan: Oh… *clears throat* Uh - okay… Go on.

Teen Pan: Well… it’s just… I think my boobs are too big.

Gohan: Wh-What…?

Teen Pan: I mean, don’t you think so…? For someone my size, aren’t they just huge?

Gohan: Oh my god…

Teen Pan: I don’t want to get bullied… *pushes her chest up* What do you think?

Gohan: Pan… *sighs sadly* Honey… *takes her hand, speaking softly* Are the other girls picking on you?

Teen Pan: What…?

Gohan: Listen - Pan, you’re beautiful, and there’s nothing wrong with your body.

Teen Pan: … Um… but… they’re - they’re not… too big…?

Gohan: *laughs* No, honey. Why would you think that? They’re perfectly normal. Girls your age grow at different rates, and just because some other girls are smaller now, it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.

Teen Pan: …

Gohan: I know being a young woman is hard, but trust me - there is NOTHING wrong with you, and if other girls say there is - well then they’re just jealous, and you don’t need those people in your life.

Teen Pan: … but…

Gohan: No buts. You’re perfect, just the way you are. *smiles, and squeezes her hand* Hey. How about this weekend we all go out as a family? Anywhere you want. Or maybe you and your mom can go and have a pamper weekend, maybe go to the salon? Would you like that?

Teen Pan: … *sigh* Forget it. Why can’t you be more like Viola’s dad?

Gohan: Viola’s dad?

Teen Pan: You’re too nice! I hate it! *storms off in a sulk*

Gohan: ?!

anonymous asked:

Part 3 i had no idea where I was going but with walls of the house felt like razor blades cutting my body as I hit the walls. I then remember looking in a mirror and my eyes went solid black and blood coming out of my eyes nose ears mouth. Then I wake up in fetal position in a closet. I have never felt so horrible and sick. I have no idea what really happened and what was real and what wasnt. I need help

Wow, I guess that dealer got the best deal out of that one. Are you still going to have to give him the other bj’s? Let us know. But remember “drugs… drugs are bad, mmmkay”

anonymous asked:

I'm almost always bloated,,,, like it doesn't matter what I eat, how much or anything like that, I'm still very bloated and I hate it. I feel so disgusting and I look so ugly... I literally only ate 50 kcal today but I'm still bloated, and I drink a lot and it's certainly not gas so I'm not sure why my body is so against me

Hey, hon! I don’t know too much about your situation, but I’ll try my best to offer some solutions for you, okay? ^^

First off, do you have/still have your period? If you’re a guy then you can skip this, but if you still have it then this may be the cause. It’s just natural, and a lot of women get bloated before/during their periods. Don’t worry, the bloating will pass after your period ends!

Now, some general solutions I’ve heard of. Try drinking some peppermint tea! It’s great, suppresses appetites, and reduces general bloating. You should find teabags at your local supermarket.

Additionally, maybe your bloating is water weight. Try taking a hot water bath with 2 cups of Epsom salts in it. When you sweat, you’ll be losing some of the water in your body, and of course the salt will help too!

Other than that, just relax and stay you! I’m not sure if you were fasting, hon, but 50cal is too little to eat on a daily basis, even for the thinspo ladies you see! Try upping it a bit. This will help your metabolism, which also keeps you from gaining weight once you eat more. Stay safe, hon! You’re doing absolutely fine. 💓

okay I had to sketch some of my AI characters because REASONS and these are a few of them. the ones who don’t get Hot Robot Bodies still get to make visual representations of themselves through some manner of character creation-like process (yes, this means they get to choose what they look like) and these get used in holographic projections which they use to interact with humans and bodybound AI. They also choose their names, which means that yes, there are AIs that are named things like “Shnookums” and “Totally Not A Robot” and "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.png" and “fshcnfbvhj”. They’re advised against this (since they live for possibly centuries and by then it will have stopped being funny) but it happens anyway.

As for the characters themselves, some details under the cut:

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WKM - What happened?

I’m going to cover all of this mess in this post. It’s just what I think could be the truly amazing story behind this amazing video series. 

There are LOTS of questions in my own head and I’m gonna try answering (hopefully) most of them! Here we go!

WHO KILLED HIM NOW?

The biggest question raised is, obviously, who killed Markiplier? From what we could gather throughout the series, demons are likely to exist in this scenario.

Even the newspaper gives a hint that the mayor might have been a “demon in disguise”. So there are spiritual, supernatural things happening here. I, for one, can not answer the biggest question out of all, how he died and who he was killed by. I can only make one assumption; here’s my theory.

We know that Mark’s body went missing at some point. Where exactly is never shown or hinted at, but I have a likely theory that Mark himself was the one to hide his own body in form of his spirit. Or just, behind all that was happening in general. However, what we do know is that Mark, I quote (Damien): “(He) trapped us here in this broken shell and we had no way out.” 

It seems established that, during the time we were outside to talk to the gardener, Damien and Celine tried to reach out to Mark(’s ghost), hence she wanted to “talk to the dead”. During that time, Mark took the chance to inhabit Damien’s body and trap him inside his own, dead shell that could not be used anymore. Whilst doing so he either accidentally killed Celine by possessing her first, her not being able to hold the soul inside her body, OR Celine did not die and let Damien inside her body to save him from being thrown into the corpse, which would explain why she was red and blue in the end sequence of Chapter 3. She also appears to be having two pairs of eyes above her head at one point. Possibly a hint that she’s two in one at that point?

Either way, we know that Damien represents BLUE and Celine represents RED thanks to the ending of Chapter 4:

Which is why it could very well be that She kept Damien’s soul inside her body for a short while to save his life. And of course Damien was PISSED after that, betrayed by whom he cared for, who he fought Will for and whom he thought was a good, a childhood friend he could trust. That’s for the angry step towards us, the angry stare. He looks at us, knowingly. He chooses his victim that very moment.

We are told to run. The door closes and Celine does not come out. Her shell possibly broke and both souls were set free without a shell, or she kept it up and waited for the right moment to talk to us. 

The right moment being the time Will shot us.

And here is the thing; We did NOT die. If you listen closely, you can hear a faint heartbeat in the background during this very scene. They both tell you to believe them, tell you stories to make you feel sorry for them. Which, of course, you do. Damien seems pissed and loses his temper once more, like he did with the Colonel before, and shouts angrily that Mark walks around in his body. Which is why I think that part is true. He couldn’t take his anger in. He can’t, he has a low temper, that’s just it.

But Celine reminds him that he “can’t do this right now”. Reminds us to believe them. What you’re told is that Mark trapped both of them inside his old, dead body and that they brought you there so you have a chance to survive. Damien tells you that you can’t survive on your own and Celine says she can bring you back the same way she brought you there. But what Damien says afterwards is the most important clue.

He says: “But you can’t survive on your own. You’re .. dead, after all. (…) I know this all sounds crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I know that I trust Celine. And if you trust us … let me in. We can fix this.”

Gathered: Damien lies to you after all this time of actually being genuine. He was betrayed by Mark, knows that you trust him, wants revenge and is angry. He lures you into a false sense of security, tells you you can fix this together. He makes you feel like a friend by telling you that he feels the same way about all of this. And then, he mentions that oh so beloved trust of his. That one thing he completely lost thanks to Mark. 

Also important to note; It is ONLY DAMIEN that inhabits your body after all of this. Why is that?
Celine states that she can send “you” back, not “us”. She says “you” have a choice. And Damien ends his sentence with “let me in.” Not let us in.

You trust Damien and he tells you that it will work, he promises.

And it does work! You wake up in your own body, get up, meet the Colonel who is completely out of it by now.

He does not recognize us as a “Dark” or “Damien” because we don’t look like Damien yet and Dark doesn’t exist yet either. Damien, at this point, is inside our body and trying to take over. 

We listen to what Will says and see him, in desperation and utter confusion, try to find his dear friends he lost.

Once he’s away, only THEN do we walk over to the mirror. And here is where it gets interesting.

We take Damien’s cane: Take a look at the hands.

A thin, female and young looking hand (possibly Amy wee i love her), but then something happens.

The hand changes, transforms into a different one. Into a hand similar to Damien’s. Because Damien is inhabiting your body by himself. Celine is likely still in Mark’s body or, as I mentioned earlier, never died to begin with. It’s Damien who was so fed up, he had to use you to get what he wants. And he gets it alright:

A body. A shell to use as a puppet. He transformed your body into a copy of his own. Mark likely still uses actual Damien’s body, but Damien had to make you look like him to finish this with you. 

Then this happens.

And sad music plays in the background all throughout this scene and it broke my heart - but why did it break my heart? Because that right there is a representation of broken trust, my friends. Damien threw us out of the body he stole from us and trapped us either behind our screens or in that mirror (hence the weird noise light inside the crack). He used us. He manipulated us. We were his first victim.

And he feels bad about it at first. Note how Dark’s look changes after he throws us out? Because now we can see what he truly is; a broken man. He had so much trust in Mark, in us. He was a genuine, good and kind hearted man. He neglected his other friends for Mark only to then find himself betrayed by Mark or whatever he had unleashed that day. He is troubled, his emotions are a whirlwind and all the while he has to keep his anger inside. After all, Damien has a short and low temper. Guilty about what happened, he looks up at you.

Reminds himself that he has a goal now; take revenge. Looks at you now with almost disgust to make you feel even worse. This is a reflection of his own emotions that very moment. We are supposed to feel exactly what Damien felt. Betrayal, fear, loneliness. An end. The mirror itself is a genius metaphor for this.

He then leaves us. Clearly guided by rage and hatred and you can FEEL that, I get goosebumps just thinking about this. (@markiplier frickin amazing acting, dude!) Anyway, here he makes up his mind to take back control over what is rightfully his. Mark; his own body.

We are then left in darkness, questioning and clueless, sad and quite literally broken. 

Dark’s origin, ladies and gentlemen.

(just my take on this. It’s probably, like, super wrong lmao also sorry for the long post ilyall)

let me fucking tell you a thing about self-diagnosis.

I have kidney stones, that if not medically removed, would kill me, and this has happened several times.

I’ve had them since I was 16, I’d go to doctors, they’d say, oh it’s your period, I’d go to another doctor, they’d say, oh it’s a UTI

it was not until I googled and searched up my particular symptoms, that I figured, hey, it might be kidney stones.

So I told a doctor, I’m like, hey I might have kidney stones, and so they’re like, lets do an ultrasound, nothing showed up. And so the doctor was like, I guess not.

And I’m like fuck, I wonder what it could be then, until I googled it, and found out that sometimes kidney stones don’t show up in ultrasounds.

If I didn’t google that particular information I would have died, because they wouldn’t have taken a cat scan and found MY GIANT FUCKING STONES blowing my kidney the fuck up.

Self-diagnosis SAVES LIVES, it saved my life, and it saves millions of others.

If people know there is something wrong with their bodies, and doctors continuously blow them off, if those people don’t look into it, or have someone help them look into it, they can very easily end up dead.

Doctors are NOTORIOUS for blowing people off.

“Hey, does this look good?” Alec asks, voice getting louder as he shuffles into the living room, his dress shoes making small noises on the wooden floor.

For the past fifteen minutes, Magnus has been comfortably sat on the couch, waiting for Alec to finish getitng ready so they can leave for their date night. What’s strange is that his boyfriend has been unusually secretive about his outfit, immediately piquing Magnus’ interest. He turns quickly, one arm swinging over the backrest of the coach and all playful words die on his tongue.

Alec looks exquisite, even in the artificial lighting of the loft. He’s wearing a diamond-patterned dress shirt paired with dark pants and matching accesories - the fabric hugs his arms and chest, stretching with every movement of his hands as he buttons up the very top. 

Magnus swallows, his throat suddenly dry and nods in lieu of a real answer, eyebrows stuck near his hairline. He’s not that hungry for seafood anymore, he’d rather devour Alec, a five-course meal standing right before Magnus’ eyes. He smiles, thumb pressed against his lower lip and Alec picks up on the well-known tension between them, his mouth curving into a pleased grin, bold and comfortable. 

“Who do I need to thank for this outfit?” Magnus hums appreciatively as he stands, crowds against Alec to brush his palms down those broad shoulders hidden under a thin layer of expensive silk. Beneath the desire, beneath all of the fondness Magnus feels for this man, there is pride that Alec feels he can be himself, uninhibited, out in the open like this. 

“I may have gotten inspired by my fashionable, magical boyfriend.” Comes Alec’s nonchalant answer and it makes Magnus chuckle. He steps forward, guiding Alec back towards the wall nearby. 

“He won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, I’m sure.” 

When Alec’s back hits the wall, he gives a little gasp, his eyes twinkling with something mischevious; he knows exactly what he’s doing. Magnus kisses him, hard and like he’s falling, like it’s the last thing he’ll do in his life. It pulls a different kind of noise from Alec’s chest, as their mouths shift together, bodies like magnets until there’s no space left between them.

When they part moments later, both breathless, Alec doesn’t look so smug anymore when he speaks, hands pressed against Magnus’ chest. “Aren’t we going to be late?”

Magnus shakes his head. 

“Who cares?” 

Oh I know LOTS of things

Yoongi as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by yoongles

  • THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO bE NIcE
  • Okays now lets begin
  • I feel like Yoongi wouldn’t date someone unless he knew a little about them
  • So you two would start of as friends (even if he liked you when he first met you, he just wouldn’t be comfortable starting a relationship with someone he didn’t know)
  • Anywayyy, both of you would be friends for awhile just so he could make sure what he felt for you was real
  • And when he knew it was the real deal there was no holding this boy back
  • He wouldn’t waste any time telling you he loved you
  • It would most likely be in the middle of the night when he confessed
  • He would ring the doorbell of your apartment (ignoring the string of curse words that followed and the large bang that he could only assume was you falling out of your bed)
  • You would open the door with messy hair and lopsided bunny pajamas but he wouldn’t care
  • Yoongi would kiss you right then and there, not giving a damn that you just rolled out of bed
  • He’d smile into the kiss once he felt you reciporcate
  • He would pull back and stare in your sleepy eyes, watching in amusement as you tried to form words
  • But then he’d just go, “Shh, I need to go back to sleep” before brushing past you into yOUR APARTMENT leaving you dazed and confused to question yourself what the fuck just happened
  • You’d just leave him be though, it wasn’t worth getting you eyes scratched out for waking him up
  • Over the next few weeks everyone would be kind of confused
  • They couldn’t figure out whether you and Yoongi were actually dating or just friends
  • However, one fatal night in Yoongi’s studio in the middle of making out Taehyung would burst in
  • Before running back out in the hallway screaming “oh my gOD THEY ARE DATING! FINALLY!”
  • You would giggle slightly which was then cut off by Yoongi sticking his tongue in your mouth again (rude boi)
  • There was no filter in your relationship btw
  • Yoongi would kiss you everywhere and anywhere he wanted
  • He’d also grab your ass a lot
  • So yeah he’s a big fan of PDA despite him not seeming like it
  • He just loves showing you off
  • He’d secretly dedicate lyrics to you during concerts, winking and pointing to where you sat, letting everyone know that you were his and he was yours
  • Yoongi would also be really possessive and jealous, but not to the point where it became overbearing
  • It’s just little looks and glares he’d send to the person who dared flirting with you
  • This also caused the boys to start flirting with you just to annoy Yoongi
  • You two were deemed the ‘grandma and grandpa of bangtan’ and believe me you both lived up to that title
  • You two spent most of your dates in the dorm and complained about anything and everything
  • There was also hardly a time when the both of you weren’t asleep together (not like that…)
  • Taehyung and Jungkook would constantly record the both of you for future blackmail
  • But even those two couldn’t deny that you both didn’t look adorable
  • You were the only one that could actually get Yoongi to relax
  • When the boys got worried that Yoongi was overworking himself they called you over, already knowing he wouldn’t listen to them
  • But once you arrived you’d pull him over to the studio couch, ignoring his whines, and he’d instantly fall asleep in your arms
  • Whenever he was on tour he’d ditch recording sessions and dance practices despite your protests just so he could skype you
  • Most of the time it’d be really sweet as you both exchanged “I love you’s”
  • But other times it’d become quite naughty if you know what I mean ;));)
  • He’d also send you encouraging texts throughout the day to help you get through work/school
  • You two would rarely fight
  • But when you did it was B R U T E L
  • You and Yoongi are both hardheaded and stubborn so it was hard to agree on some things
  • Your fights would include screaming matches and bringing up pointless things from the past that added fuel to the fire
  • The aftermath of the fight was the worst part
  • Yourself and Yoongi had a hard time apologizing so you two would ignore each other for a few days
  • However, after thinking about it for a long time one of you would apologize
  • And the other would immediately forgive them because you both missed each other so much
  • Yoongi would also be a big cuddlier in private
  • He loved having you in his arms on his days off, cherishing the way your body seemed to fit so perfectly with his
  • Overall you and Yoongi had the cutest relationship that most were jealous of
  • He wouldn’t know what he would do without you

Originally posted by kinkyoongi93

  • Now lets get to the sexy stuff ;)
  • Yoongi wouldn’t go easy on you when you got down and dirty
  • Don’t get me wrong, there were times when you had soft sensual love making
  • But most of the time he would be very rough
  • Slight kitten kink (okay huge kitten kink)
  • He’d love having you on top, not because he couldn’t be bothered doing anything but because he wanted to admire your fucked out state while riding him
  • Yoongi would love pulling your hair
  • He’d probably do it while he was kissing down your neck to expose more of it or when he was taking you from behind, then he’d bunch it into a makeshift ponytail
  • He’s pretty experimental in bed but he would make sure he remained dominant
  • Even when you were on top he’d hold your hips and guide you onto his dick
  • Most of the time you’d come out with multiple bruises on your hips due to his roughness
  • This boy would absolutely L O V E marking you as his
  • It was unlikely for you to have no love bits after sex
  • He’d leave them all over your neck, collarbones, chest and thighs making it impossible for you to cover them
  • As I said before he’s a jealous lover, so every time someone as much looked at you he’d make sure you remembered who you belonged to that night
  • He’s also the daddy type (he prefers kitten and princess though)
  • Yoongi would make you strip for him and would buy you the most expensive lingerie only for it to be ripped off your body later
  • Obviously he’s big on eating you out
  • But again he loved having you on top
  • You weren’t sure about it at first but once Yoongi grabbed you by your thighs and ordered you to sit on his face you’d practically melt
  • He would eat you out as a form of roleplay, it was his favorite thing to do before you two actually got started
  • He loved the way you pulled at his dark locks while looking into his intense eyes, as his tongue teased your clit
  • Hanbane is also a big post-sex cuddlier
  • He wanted to relax after intimate moments with you, so having your nude body pressed against his was like a dream
  • In conclusion you and Yoongi were practically the cutest couple (and the hottest of course ;))

Anyway I hope you guys liked this. I’m thinking about making this a mini series for each member just like my fake texts. Let me know what you guys thought! (。♥‿♥。)

Taehyung and Jungkook

villains & their injured siblings

Based on a variety of prompt requests. Like, so many. I tried to cover a range.


1) “Why didn’t you tell me you’re hurt?” The villain’s voice dropped dangerous. One hand wrapped tight around their sibling’s shirt, keeping them from hiding the bruises splotched almost carelessly across their ribs. “Who?”
Their sibling said nothing. 
Who?” The urge to break, to protect, to ruin, burned in their blood. 
“Just drop it.” 
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because you react like this!” It exploded out of their sibling. They tugged back away from the villain, breathing hard. “Because I get so much as a scratch, and you react like this! God, you should see the look on your face.”
“I’m trying to protect you!”
“I haven’t got the screams out of my head from the last time you tried to protect me.” Their sibling laughed, hysterical. “I can’t sleep for thinking about it.”
The villain stared stunned.


2) “What-” The protagonist stumbled back as the antagonist shoved into their house. That would have been an alarming enough thing on its own to open their door to, let alone when the antagonist cradled a body in their arms. There was blood everywhere. 
“So help me,” the antagonist hissed, “you’re going to save them or I’m going to make you regret it.” They strode over to the living room, setting the body down on the sofa. Carefully, with a breathtaking gentleness that the protagonist hadn’t once thought them capable of. 
Heart hammering, the protagonist closed the door and moved closer. Not a body. That was very much a person, bloodied and faintly breathing. Instinct kicked in. Their gaze darted to the antagonist. Desperate, wild as a cornered animal, all composure gone. Oh. They’d never seen the antagonist like that before.


3) “You?” 
The protagonist’s gaze shot up at the sound of their siblings voice, still squinting to adjust to the light after the bag was ripped off their head. It left that familiar voice just a voice the rest silhouetted. They didn’t need to see the rest to know. 
“What exactly is the meaning of this?” Liquid nitrogen would have been warmer. 
The antagonist’s employees shifted - uncertain and confused. “We found them trespassing.” 
Trespassing?” Their sibling’s hand reached out, smudging across the crust of dried blood on the corner of their swollen lip. Their fingers shook nearly imperceptibly. “Fuck.”
The protagonist’s eyes closed, sinking into the coolness of the touch. Their head throbbed. “Hi,” they mumbled. “Good to see you too.” 
“This is my [sibling of choice].” 
The panic might have been amusing in other circumstances. 


4) “Ah, this is nostalgic!” The antagonist slammed their sibling’s wrists into the dirt, grinning. “I love beating you. It’s just like when we were kids, hm? You never could win against me then either.” 
“And you never did stop being a filthy cheat.”
The antagonist’s grin broadened before they pulled back, breathing hard. 
The protagonist rolled over, gasping for air, shuddering. 


5) “I need your help,” their sibling said. “They took - they took -” They clamped a hand over their mouth as if that might contain the strangled sounds that felt more like wails than sobs. Now wasn’t the goddamn time for wailing. 
The villain straightened. “[Child’s name].” Whatever differences they had, that wasn’t one of them.  
Please.

They made sure no one ever dared touch their family again.