no more tissues

fat bodies tutorial!

ALRIGHT SO my pal @kalreyno wanted help with drawing fat characters and as a fat artist i felt like i could give a bit of helpful insight on that. there’s also been a lot of complaining about “boo hoo fat characters are hard to draw so i can’t include them in my work Ever” goin on lately so if that’s your case then this is for you too!! and also just for anyone who would like help with fat bodies in general, ofc. anyway, let’s get this show on the road!!

let’s start with some common misconceptions. these are the two main attempts at chubby bodies i run into, so i’ll focus on them. 

the Anime Chubby i see everywhere, and it’s just……so wrong in many ways. first of all, there is almost no additional body fat compared to your average thin character - except for where it’s added in “attractive” places (breasts, hips, thighs). the breasts are way too perky, and don’t have the realistic shape fat would give them (though how to draw accurate breasts is another tutorial all on its own lmao). there is still a thigh gap, which usually only happens in very thin people, and bones are still visible on the surface of the skin, which also rarely happens in fat people.

the Michelin Man is better in some ways, but still not that great. it’s a slightly better attempt, but basically all that’s done there is taking a thin character and blowing them up, while giving no thought to fat distribution. the thigh gap is usually still present, and they look a lot more hard than soft - and fat is very soft and pliable.

here’s a chart on how fat usually distributes (if you can’t read my messy writing, “1. next to no fat, 2. moderate amount, 3. most of the fat distribution”). basically, the more muscle an area has, the more prone it is to develop fat, such as the abdomen, thighs, and upper arms. it’s important to note that fat sits on top of muscle, and that it does distribute in different levels, and not evenly across the body as shown in the Michelin Man. 

now, here’s an accurate fat body with all of that kept in mind!! notice how the fat isn’t only kept to aesthetically pleasing areas, and how it sits realistically on the character’s body. their breasts sag a lot more, which happens even in thin people with larger breasts, and the nipples are pointing more downwards than straight out. there is no thigh gap in sight, there are no bones in sight, and most importantly, they have fat rolls, which are very important in drawing a convincing fat character!! as far as i know i’ve never met a single person with no rolls at all, and everyone has them, whether thin or fat - they’re just more prominent and more consistently present in fat people. pay close attention to where they are and how they’re shaped.

here are a couple of drawings showing how fat is affected when sitting vs stretching. as seen in the first, the fat specifically on the stomach is distributed a lot more evenly and stretched out, so it becomes “flatter”. the love handles are still pretty visible, though, as well as the fat on the thighs and arms. the breasts are raised with the shoulders, and the fat on the shoulders and near the neck forms rolls as it’s being pushed together. 

in the second, there is a lot less room for distribution, so the fat is all pushed together. the breasts sag and the stomach forms rolls and spills into the lap. a good analogy for the way fat works is to liken it to a water balloon, and thinking of how its shape would change when resting flat on a surface, hanging off of a ledge, held upright, etc.

here are a few extra tips i find a lot of people miss!

first on the top is the hip/pubic region. the first circle is showing the way the bellybutton is folded in fat people, as opposed to stretched out in thinner people. the second is the stomach fat spilling over onto the pubic region and creating a separation in the two areas, which is something that’s missing in a lot of art. in addition, the pubic mound also gains fat, making it round as seen in the profile drawing i did up there (i’ve heard people refer to it as fupa?). the last in the hip region is the lack of a thigh gap. i can’t stress this enough!!!! if you’re trying to draw a convincing fat character, make sure their thighs are pretty much always touching!! for reference, mine literally don’t separate until my feet are about 2ft from each other.

the bottom right is showing the double chin, which a lot of people are afraid to draw!! fat does distribute itself here too, and there’s nothing wrong with it, so don’t feel like you shouldn’t give fat characters a double chin in your work for fear of it looking like a caricature.

in the bottom middle, it’s showing how fat affects different types of breasts with the presence of more or less breast tissue. 

lastly, at the very right are stretch marks with their usual locations and directions, which i also can’t stress enough!!!!! i sometimes forget to add them honestly, but they’re so important in accurately portraying fat characters, as they literally come from the skin being stretched from fat being gained (and they’re also just rlly neat lookin like why wouldn’t you lmao). some people have less and some people have more, feel free to experiment with them!

the last thing is body types!! there isn’t one single way for a person to be fat, so feel free to experiment with shapes once you’ve learned the basics!! 

so there you have it, a tutorial on how to draw chubs!! now go forth and make some accurate fanart or some rad fat characters, because the world could always use more of both. hmu if you have any questions or concerns, and thanks for reading!!

EDIT: someone pointed out the bad wording in the tutorial. thank you for bringing it to my attention and sorry for offending anybody. i’ve updated the tut, so please reblog this one!

Some of yall: More Zircon! More Yellow! More Courtship!

Me: *a finger on some shriveled up monkey paw curling inward* OK

Have some emotional “just reformed” embracing because your lawyer wife accidentally cracked her case TOO wide open and got both your asses poofed in the process and was afraid she’d never see you again.

“Everyone says your first love hurts the most,” she said. “But they must not have fallen in love a second time.”

I looked at her, so broken and cold. She was fiddling with the dirt under her nails just to keep her hands busy. “Why do you say that?”

She shuddered a little and tried to bring her jacket closer around her body. “You have your guard up the second time. It’s not so easy to let someone in,” she explained. “But eventually you do. And no matter what lessons you thought you learned from the first time, they all fade away when he looks at you and says he would never hurt you.” She met my eyes for a split second before looking up at the stars. I could see tears pooling in them, and her blue eyes resembled a roaring ocean. “But he will. He did. And then, you’re left all alone again, with even more scar tissue than you had to begin with.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #147 // The first cut isn’t always the deepest

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers

2bluefox5  asked:

I know you still take your sweet dang deserved break and aren't working on the next episode. But I must high is the possibility of papyrus(my fav) dying in the next episode? I won't try to pursuade you, not to do it(even thou I'd highly appreciate it, if you didn't hurt him), I just wanna know, if I need more tissues for the next episode(I just said "next episode" 3times, forsake my english limitations XD)

You know I can’t spoil anything or answer things that might be potential spoilers like “will this/that happen?” “will this person die?” “will this person comeback?” so don’t ask me things like that cus I’ll probably ignore them.


regarding that first line of the ask there

I suck at having breaks

hand sliped sorry

(this are the first scenes of the next episode… someone’s remembering something…)

i have spent so long bracing myself for the collision
that i have forgotten what softness felt like.
forgotten that love doesn’t have to be 3am speeding
with the windows down and my ribs in my throat
and my heart between your fingertips. i have forgotten
how to kiss without tasting blood, without drawing it too.
it’s just that holding your hand feels like tying myself
to a shipwreck and i’ve lost too much fighting to breathe
to risk going under the waves again. it’s just that
at this point i’m more scar tissue than girl,
more ashes than flame. it’s just that i’ve spent
so long falling, i’ve forgotten what it means to fly.
—  collision theory | a.c. | check out my poetry chapbook unmythologize!
BTS Reaction to You Having a Bad Nosebleed

Incognito;bts reaction to you having a really bad nosebleed that won’t stop? thank you! i really love your blog :)

Note: jesus, my life is hectic and ive just been trying to spend time on my own the past few days. im slowly getting back on track, so here is a revamp. *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ He accidentally elbowed your face a little too harshly, and quickly pulled you to his chest, whispering apologies to you over and over again while kissing the top of your head. You assured him you were fine while laughing, and when he slowly let you go and found his white v-neck soaked with blood; his heart fell. He felt absolutely horrible, trying to find tissues to stop the blood pouring from your nose. He was speechless, and as you continued to say you were fine and tried to make him laugh to make him feel better—it actually just made him feel even worse. “Stop talking,” he told you, grabbing more tissues and holding them to your nose, “please.”

Originally posted by eatmark

Suga ➳ You two were walking down the park when Yoongi suggested grabbing a bite to eat. You happily agreed, and he laughed at how jumpy you were being—that was, until you smacked into a tree so hard that you fell on your bottom. Blood began to trickle out your nose and Yoongi ran to you. “Shit, are you okay?” Yoongi asked, and you quickly squeezed your nose while lifting your head up. You told him you were fine, and as he gave you his bandana to soak up your blood he cursed under his breath as you continued to reassure him. About an hour passed and you began to bleed even more than before, and Yoongi had enough. “Yeah,” he started, getting up and staring at his now scarlet bandana while stretching, “we’re getting hospital food instead.”

Originally posted by yooingi

J-Hope ➳ You two were sitting down patiently while waiting for your food to come when your nose decided to bleed like a dam overflowing with water. Hoseok became worried, grabbing the napkin cloth provided by the restaurant and helping you soak the blood with it. “When the temperature is too hot, I bleed.” You told him and he nodded in understanding. When half an hour passed and he deemed it safe enough to retract the napkin, you were clean and he sighed in relief; until blood started to squirt out and he yelled in what you assumed was disgust — but was certainly shock.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

RapMonster ➳ It surprised him when you turned on the lamp in the middle of the night, holding your nose as if you wanted to protect yourself from an atrocious smell. You stared at Namjoon and he immediately waved his hands in defense, “I did not let it rip.” You glared at him and he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep until you shoved your bloody hand into his view, and his eyes shot open as they glanced to your nose that was smothered in maroon liquid; making him cover his nose in shock. “That looks like it hurts!” He exclaimed and you then screamed at him to help you which he happily complied.

Originally posted by gotjimin

Jimin He threw the basketball towards you and you didn’t know why you thought it’d be funny if you could somehow catch the ball with your mouth. He was laughing so hard to seeing you stumble back while holding your nose and the thought, ‘that was a stupid idea,’ instantly ran through your head. When you heard the laughter come to an abrupt stop, and looked to find Jimin digging through his duffle bag — you became confused. He suddenly took out a small towel, running towards you and stumbling down to the ground. You giggled and he snarled, quickly crawling to you and covering your nose. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He apologized, “I think I broke your beautiful nose.”

Originally posted by bangthetanboys

V ➳ Him trying to be a gentleman failed when he opened the door for you but instead of seeing you walk past him; you cried out in pain. He failed to notice how close you were to him and had slammed the door into your face, your nose immediately beginning to overflow with blood in seconds. He helped clean the blood but no matter how many times he wiped it off more would come gushing out. You stared to him with watery eyes, and he felt like crap from seeing the way you tried to hold your tears in. “I’m okay, Tae, really-”

“You are not okay.” He growled and you were too scared to assure him again, knowing he was right.

Originally posted by cyyphr

JungkookHe lifted you off your feet and gave you a tight bearhug while moving his body side to side to see your legs helplessly hang from the ground. He laughed when he slowly came to a stop, but was dumbfounded once he saw blood flow from your nose like a waterfall. He didn’t know what to do, feeling his heart get stuck in his throat as you cupped both of your hands over your nose to stop the bleeding. “Babe, I-I’m sorry.” He whispered but you were too frightened to tell him everything was fine. Eventually, he took off his shirt to help you clean the blood and took you to the hospital, hoping to god he didn’t break anything from just trying to show you some affection.

Originally posted by apgujeon


Of Nosebleeds and Soulmates

Soulmate AU where your clock starts counting from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate.  

As Castiel looks down at his favourite sweater, now partially soaked in his blood, he can’t believe he waited  22 years, 29 days, 18 hours, 56 minutes and 37 seconds for this.

Based on this post by @silentpeaches that I’m sure everyone and their grandma has seen by now.


“Cas.” Anna looks at him sweetly as she takes a seat opposite him. “Can you get me chicken nuggets?”

“You literally just ordered your food,” Cas says, nodding his head at the tray she’d set down between them.

“I know, but I got stuff from the Chinese place and the McDonald’s queue is too long,” she replies, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

Cas rolls his eyes, pushing away from the table. “Fine.”

“You’re the bestest little bro in the world!” Anna grins, handing over some money.  

“Bestest isn’t even a word,” Cas mutters as he dodges people left and right.

Castiel hasn’t been standing in line for more than a few minutes when the man in front of him - gesturing wildly to the redhead next to him - hits him in the face. Hard.

Cas’ head snaps back and he hears an “oh fuck!” but he doesn’t know if it’s him who says it or someone else.

“Shit, shit, I am so sorry,” the man says, bringing his arms up but then dropping them to his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.”

Castiel can feel blood trickling down his neck and can taste it on his tongue and it’s the most unpleasant thing in the world right now. He wrinkles his nose in disgust but that just sends a wave a pain through it and he winces.

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
Another Man - The Bartender x MC, (Rules of Engement Fanfic)

[A little note: What happens to the other men that MC doesn’t choose in the finale of Rules of Engagement? How do they feel knowing the woman they’ve fallen in love with doesn’t pick them? @hartfeld and I were talking deeply about it and then I decided to do this little piece after.]

[Summary: Goodbyes have always been hard for Dean. Especially when it’s to the woman he fell in love with all summer and inteded to spend the rest of his life with.].

Originally posted by mayrazalez


So this is what it feels like. The sharp pain inside his chest. It’s settled there from the beginning of the night and hadn’t lessened with each passing hour. A pain so feverent that it stretches; threatening to tear apart his very soul. 

So this is what it sounds like. His heart bursting at the seams, as if it’s shattering into tiny pieces when he watches the taller gentlemen sweep her off her feet. Another man that isn’t him, that is nothing like him. And the realization stings as much as the memories they’ve shared over the course of the summer. 

He has lined shots along the bar counter for patrons and replenishes them just as quickly as they come. Secretly, he wishes his shift would end just so he could down them all in one go. He wants to drown in liquor until he can’t see them, or hear them laughing anymore from across him. He wants to drink until he can’t think, can’t see straight. He barely resists the urge to grab a glass just as he looks up again. 

A lump forms inside his throat at how happy they look. At how happy she looks. He shifts his attention again and pours another round of shots.

A guest has floated by again - a pretty blonde this time that would’ve kept his attention if things were different. If he hadn’t already fallen for the woman across the room. 

Instead of taking a shot and leaving; her intentions have shifted on him. She leans over the counter and tries to catch his gaze with a flirty smile.

He knows the role he should play. He knows the role as easily as the back of his hand but his patience isn’t here tonight. Tonight, he nods rigidly and his smile is brisk when she asks him for his name. He doesn’t want to make small talk. In fact, he’s dissimive and has already forgotten the guest as he thinks of the woman’s lips he remembers kissing from the other night. Trailing lustful kisses down her spine as they rocked gently together in the boat he had rented. For once, they were hidden away from the rest of the world. There were no pretenses then. Only fond memories. He remembers entwinning their hands together when they joined and her cries of passion which had finally done him in. Goddammit. He had confessed his very soul to her, and now all those memories are a bitter reminder of what they’ll never have.

The blonde clears her throat loudly, and he’s finally finished with patience. He roughly sets aside a shotglass in front of her. “Not interested.” He says harshly, until the woman slinks away after intentionally spilling the drink across the counter.

He hisses and swears under his breath. As if the night couldn’t get any worse.

He drags a hand towel over the counter until he hears the sound of her laugh again. Involuntarily, his eyes quickly flies up - and he watches another man, quite different from himself roams his hands across her arms and cups her cheeks before kissing her. He watches even as the sight twists his stomach; seeing the way he pulls back to gaze at her. That should be me; he thinks. But it isn’t and it hurts. The little pieces of his heart. Their jagged edges hurts.

He can’t tear himself away from the sight this time. The way she stares up at him is the same way the bartender has often stared down at her; with unadulterated affection. But she’s looking at another man that way instead of him. 

Look away, just look away. He tells his mind, but cannot bring himself to. The rest of him simply refuses to obey that command. All he can do is watch stiffly from a distance as his summer romance has been claimed by another. 

His summer romance which was destined for forever has turned into bitter winter. Maybe his eyes are deceiving him. Maybe the fresh midnight air, and the stars above him are all lies. For how can it be summer, when all he’s left with is this cutting frost - the cold reminder of never being good enough? Of never feeling as if he has ever been good enough - not when it came to her. Not when it came to them - the other two, which had competed for her affections just as much as he did. 

From the very beginning he knew; he had a long shot. A fighting chance, but one that never quite measured up. Why would she choose him when the other two could offer so much more?

In the glimpses, when he’s noticed them by the bar - he’s always been way over his head. They’re wordly, they’ve been places; they are cut from a silver spoon - and all he’s had to his name is a baterdender on this summer cruise. What could he offer her that they couldn’t?

All he can do is watch the way her eyes light up, and the little squeal she gives once the man nuzzles his face inside her neck. All he can do is watch even as his heart shatters at the sight. The image of another man giving her the future he has always wanted to give, but never had the chance to.

He drops the towel on the counter and steals a bottle of rum before calling it quits for the night. Maybe by tomorrow morning if he’s drinked enough - he can forget her dazzling smile and the sound of her voice, even if it’s only for a little while.

Mary Beatrice Kenner

She changed the world of feminine care with the invention of the sanitary belt, the precursor to the self-adhesive maxi pad. She also has five patents covering various household items, including an improved version of the bathroom tissue holder. What else did she invent?

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I remember that I told @niklisson I would have a Solas heartbreak tissue-box to dry the tears of my fellow Solavellan-hell residents? xD
Maybe the box whispers “Vhenan” everytime a tissue is taken out of it.

Idk I’m too tired to make sense anymore ahaha.

The second pic has no background, if you want to use it. (Just credit me)



Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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Losing Your Humanity

Wanted to write something about Henry turning into a toon after seeing @squigglydigglydoo‘s Toon Henry AU  and @yunisverse‘s BATIM posts. So here goes. 

The changes had started off small. Little flecks of black in his blood, less creaking of his joints, more energy. He didn’t think much of it in the beginning. As long as he could run away from the strange ink monsters and evade Bendy and whatever Sammy had become, he was perfectly happy to ignore anything strange that might be happening to his body. He had been wondering if he’d get ink poisoning from wading through all the ink, but it vanished quickly. He hadn’t realized the ink was seeping into his body, changing it from the inside out. He started coughing a lot. He chalked this up to the dusty studio at first. Then he’d started coughing up blood. This, of course, was cause for concern. He almost didn’t notice the flecks of black mixed in with the usual red in his panic. The coughing ceased after only an hour or so, although only after he’d vomited up something which’s contents he didn’t particularly want to guess at. It was black and almost like tar in its consistency, with lumps roughly the size and shape of human organs. The substance felt slick and oily passing his lips, nothing like normal vomit.

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Pairing: Rafael x Reader

Requested?: Yes! I asked for angst prompts and got a great one from an Anon!

Prompt: “For once stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” Daveed or Rafa

Words: 2k+

A/N: My first solo Rafael imagine! I didn’t think it would be this one but hey, life works in mysterious ways! I hope you guys enjoy! Also quick thanks to @helplesslylins for being my beta! 

Tags: @tempfixeliza @diggs4life @imagineham @americanrevelation @daveedish @daveeddiggsit @patron-saintof-sluts because yall are the biggest Rafa hoes I know

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Rafael was acting weird. That statement is one that everyone says often but it was a bad sort of weird. A weird that made you feel distant from your boyfriend. He started staying in the living room longer than usual, writing at all hours and disappearing without so much as a goodbye or a kiss. Confrontation wasn’t something you liked because it usually ended with tears and yelling instead of resolution. However, this behavior had been going on for a week now and you couldn’t recall the last time Rafael had kissed you on the lips. You could only bottle up your emotions so much before it became too much. Rafael was gone again, off to party with some friends for a birthday, leaving you home alone with your thoughts. You were a powder keg about to explode and the only thing that could help was talking about it. So you called over someone who would be able to 100% understand your situation. You jumped up as the doorbell rang, tugging down on the large Oakland shirt you washed that morning as you walked to the front door and opened it.

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