her head is too small

Chicken emoji reviews

Barely a chicken, the wattles aren’t even right and the comb is too smooth, a bad chicken 0/5

A very stout but good hen, i like their small comb and correct wattles, they look a bit scared tho with those white eyes 4/5

Strong and sharp! This hen reminds me of a dragon, could possibly be a cockatrice, so watch out! The wattles are wrong tho 3/5

The fuck is this, who gave this marshmallow a beak and two twigs for feet? Also those fake eyelashes and blush won’t fool anyone buddy -2/5

Very large and soft gal, tho her head is too small and that neck doesn’t quite look right, nor are the wattles correct 2/5 

That’s just an egg with a face drawn on it and a ribbon put on top, you didn’t even try, very bad -2/5

You tried, tho the wattles nor comb look right, combs don’t work like hair silly facebook 1/5

A better version of facebook’s attempt, this hen looks a bit confused tho, probably because it seems barely anyone can get a chicken’s wattles right 2/5

This abomination is out for blood, don’t let it stare at you for too long or it might attack you 0/5

A nicer version of twitter’s evil hen, simple and kinda cute but still incorrect, would put my trust into her tho to protect me from her more frightening cousin 3/5

Amazing, beautiful! The best looking one so far, almost perfect, has a great looking comb but their wattles and feet are a little lacking, i can look past that tho and this hen will keep you safe forever 5/5

My poor darling, what the fuck are you even?? That’s not a chicken, not in the slightest, and if it is then it has been deformed beyond repair, i feel sorry for whatever this thing is -3/5


she turns onto her back, kicking off her duvet as she stares at the ceiling with a crease between her eyebrows and her lip between her teeth. she glances over to the door, open and leading to the bathroom. he’d been in the shower for a while now, after a football match that got caught in the storm, and the mud that’d splattered up his legs and arms, dirtying his shorts and turning his hair into the unruly curly mess she wishes he’d wear more. it’d been a good game, an intense one, only spurred on by the sheets of rain that puddled on the grass, turning it into a slip n slide. they’d won, by the skin of his teeth and a foot sized bruise to his shin, and the team had celebrated at the pub. she’d gone, of course she had, but after awhile her head became too much and the pub too small and the noise too loud. he’d kissed her cheek, with promises to be home soon.

she wants him to read her mood, but she can also hear him singing in the shower and then there’s a small thud and a ‘fuck’ that she knows came from him playing the air guitar too enthusiastically, and she doesn’t wanna dampen his victory with her pointless self loathing and questioning of life. because really, she’s eighteen years old and she should feel alive, and motivated, and bright eyed; when the reality is she spent yesterday playing sims for a solid eight hours without even brushing her teeth.

she huffs an aggravated noise through her teeth and sits up. a hot chocolate, she thinks, is what the sad people in the movie would do. she pauses outside the bathroom door, tempted to join him, but she rests her forehead against the chipped wood to listen to him hum the guitar solo, before breaking out into lyrics she doesn’t know to a band she probably wouldn’t like but it makes her smile feel lighter to wear, and that’s better than she could ask for.

she opens the door, soaks in the steam that greets her,

“cal?” she calls over the noise of the shower head,

“wassup?” the shower curtain pulls back, enough that she can see his torso too, and follows the rivulets of water thatre creating paths down his chest.

“dyou want a hot chocolate?”

he smiles softly, reaching for his shampoo, “sounds nice, I won’t be long,”

she nods and turns to leave, but a wet, soapy hand shoots out to try grip at her forearm,

“Wait, come in?” He asks and she starts to shake her head, but he pouts his lips and widens his eyes and she feels her resolve crumble and moves back to shut the door again, and he grins. He gestures her to lift up her arms, and she lets warm and nimble fingers lift her sweater and make it damp at the hem. Shes self conscious, when he moves back for her to join him, an arm going automatically around her stomach and eyes dropping to the tub as she steps in. he wounds his arms around her and tugs her in, and she feels so small, encased in his arms and shivers as his palm spreads across her back. Hes smiling as she looks up under her now wet lashes, to see his are closed, and his head is tipped back against the cold, dull patterned tiles as the bathroom steams up, as his skin starts to wrinkle from the water, as hers starts to turn red from the heat.

“You did so good today, y’know?” she mumbles, lets her gaze fall from his face to his neck, to the vein that pops when hes angry, when hes focused, when hes horny. She leans forward to press an open mouthed kiss to it, lets the tip of her tongue trail across it and reveals in the small sigh that leaves his mouth,

“You think so?”

“I know so,”

And he chuckles a little, opening his eyes and cupping her face in his hand until their foreheads knock and their breath is the same,

“Im sorry i havent been very helpful today,” he whispers, and then kisses the crease between her eyebrows, “i know you havent been feeling good, i shouldve focused more on you,”

And fuck, her head swims with the rush he gives her, her tummy full of warmth as she tugs him down for a kiss, slow, gentle, real. She cant believe shes so in love.

“It’s okay, i feel better now. I feel good,”

“I can make you feel good,” he suggests, wiggling his thick eyebrows and she rolls her eyes,

“Maybe later,” she smiles, “hot chocolate first,”

He turns off the shower, and steps out first, before tucking her into his arms and picking her up, spinning her around before putting her down, smiling at the giggle that she rewards him with before they wrap themselves up in towels.

And when they crawl into bed, hot chocolate and whipped cream, a bit still smeared on calums cheek that she hasnt had the heart to tell him about, she feels good. She feels in love.

2. Eruca and Stocke from Radiant Historia.

About theme: criminally underrated JRPG, probably one of the best games for DS. Also, probably the best Yoko Shimomura’s ost.

About execution/critique: Eruca and Stocke both have golden hair and also hearts of gold! So primary I wanted to give this picture the feeling of gold etching, using only given three colors. Was it succesful? Eeh, not like I wanted at least.  There are also some mistakes in anatomy, girl’s head a bit too big and her hand is too small.

who’s going to tell trucy her dad is a dick, 180 words

A small red top hat rests on her lap, her nails digging into the silk. It’s far too small for her head now, but it speaks of times gone by.

“Daddy… my first Daddy… he wasn’t a good person, was he?” Trucy asks.

Miles looks up through gray bangs and sets his paper down. She can’t ask her father—he would just lie. But Miles… she can ask Miles.

“He did a lot of terrible things,” Miles answers truthfully.

She already knew that. He lied, cheated, and ruined people’s lives. He left her.

“Did he ever love me?”

Miles’s jaw tightens. How can a father leave their child when some are never given that time in the first place?

Trucy sees his shoulders tense, his hands clench. “I don’t know.”

She shouldn’t have expected him to know the answer. His palm cups her chin, and he wipes away tears she didn’t know were there.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “But your father and I do. Very much.”

She thinks that leaving was the best thing her first father ever did for her.

anonymous asked:

Hey friend! I saw you reblog the cool asks for fic writers and 1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing???

A woman wearing a Tokyo Ghoul shirt walks into the room absently biting her short nails. Her black hair falls over her shoulder on one side, the other side of her head shaved. The glasses she wears look a little too big for her small eyes, but she doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, she looks like she doesn’t quite know what she’s doing here. When she notices you looking at her, she looks mildly uncomfortable for a second, before muttering in a surprisingly shrill voice:

“Hey. I have a cat. Wanna see a picture of it?”

Here’s the first full preview of Herella’s Broken Isles set.

Her hair are like horsehair, because of her bind with the wild world, making her a really feral look. She’s as wild as a female orc !

It looks like a lion mane. I really want to touch it… !

And a new pair of small horns grow on her head too.

The dress is a mix between two shaman raid armors (DS Cataclysm and WoD HFC) and quest cloth set from WoD.


I made Mel a new wig. I loved her old one, but it was simply too small on her head. The mohair is a lot more orange in real life than in these pictures. I always wanted her to have a longer mohair wig. 

I didn’t have a leather working needle, so I used a regular sewing needle. My fingers hurt so bad by the time I was done, even though I used a thimble!

Either way, I’m really proud of how it turned out, especially as my first wig. I don’t think I’ll make more wigs, I’m just going to stick with face ups I think…

Melody is a Doll Chateau Snow Nymph, clothing by Angell-Studio, eyes by Glastic, and face up and wig by me. 

Imagine Maximoff Twins

Imagine on Christmas day, you give the Twins a lecture about Christmas movies, decorating the tree, leaving food for Santa, having sacks and mistletoe. They’re like kids again; Pietro sprints around the facility decorating wherever he can reach- blue tinsel here, red baubles there.
Wanda giggles wildly as she bakes various Christmas treats, gazing out the window to watch the snowflakes dance, eager to soon play in the snow-glazed fields. You watch them cover themselves in glitter and flour, losing themselves in the fun and forgetting the sore memories of Hydra.
You’ve done your work, and you’re proud.

Originally posted by e-dna-e-mod-e

When writing Christmas letters, you find yourself bombarded with kisses. Pietro appears out of nowhere and steals kisses where he can while his little sister holds you tight. “Mistletoe!” Pietro yells as Wanda pulls some out of her dress and attempts to hold it above your head, though she’s too small. You snort with laughter before you assure yourself, and the Twins, it will be the best Christmas ever.

So….. I got bored and thought ‘how cool would it be if Laurel got brought back as a Winter Soldier like character by the season 5 big bad, and then she fights Sara or Thea like at the end of Captain America 2’. This was the outcome and I don’t know what the hell it is but its something 😂 plus her head is either too big or too small, I have terrible photoshop skills. I do like the shield though
(The original with no yellow and a sword is on my Instagram, username is the same)

“I’ve been told my mouth is too small,” Molly says, and she turns her head to look out the window.

Anthea raises her hand to meet Molly’s cheek, and Molly turns again, looking into her eyes. Anthea’s thumb traces along Molly’s lower lip. Her eyes study the curve of her mouth. She smiles.

“You really shouldn’t listen to men. They’ve absolutely no idea what a mouth like this can do, given the proper circumstances.”

“i wasn’t as excited, honestly, when Peridot turned out to be short. i thought her design with the limb enhancers was interesting and unique, and now shes all out of proportion! her head is much too big for her small stature, and her neck and body were much longer. it just feels really fan-servicey to make her “smol” and “cute”.”