Just aegisdea things.

The other day I came across this awesome program by accident (I don’t even remember what I was actually searching for, but on the several times I’ve looked for a program like this I’ve had no luck). It’s cool enough that I wanted to share it.

It’s called DesignDoll (website here) and it’s a program that lets you shape and pose a human figure pretty much however you want.

There’s a trial version with no expiration date that can be downloaded for free, as well as the “pro license” version priced at $79. I’ve only had the free version for two days so far, so I’m not an expert and I haven’t figured out all of the features yet, but I’ve got the basics down. The website’s tutorials are actually pretty helpful for the basics, as well. 

Here’s the page for download, which has a list of the features available in both versions.

There are three features the free version doesn’t have:

Can’t save OBJ files for export

Can’t download models and poses from Doll Atelier (a sharing site for users; note that the site is in Japanese, though)

It can’t load saved files

The third one means that if you make a pose, save it, and close the program, you can’t load that pose/modified model later. You have to start with the default model. I found that out when I tried to load a file from the day before (this is why reading is important…). Whether saving your modifications (and downloading models and poses) is worth $80 is up to you. 

But, the default model is pretty nice and honestly if all you’re looking for is a basic pose reference it should work fairly well as it is. Here’s what it looks like:

There’s a pose tag that lets you drag each joint into place and rotate body parts. The torso and waist can be twisted separately, and it seems like everything pretty much follows the range of movement it would have on an actual human.

Even the entire shoulder area is actually movable along with the joint! See, like how the scapular area of the back raises with the arm:

The morphing tag is one of the coolest features, in my opinion. It lets you pick and choose from a library of pre-set forms for the head, chest, arms, legs, etc. It has some more realistic body shapes in addition to more anime-like ones. Don’t like the options there? Mix a few to get what you want! Each option has a slider that lets you blend as much or as little as you want into the design. 

So you, too, can create beautiful things like kawaii Muscle-chan!!

The scale tag lets you mess with the proportions and connection points of different joints. This feature combined with the morphing feature not only allows more body shape variations, but it also means that you can do things like make a more digitigrade model if you want. (The feet only have an ankle joint, but for regular human poses that’s all that you really need, so whatever.)

Or you can make a weird chubby alien-like thing with giant hands and balloon tiddies if that’s more your thing.

The ability to pose hands to the extent it allows is far more than I could have hoped for from a free program. Seriously, you can change the position of each finger joint individually, as well as how spread out the fingers are from each other. Each crease on the diagram below is a point of movement, and the circles are for spread between fingers. 

And to make it a bit more convenient, there’s a library of pre-set hand poses you can pick from as well, and then change the pose from that if you like. 

In both versions, you can also import OBJ files from other places for the model to hold, like if you wanted to have them hold a sword or something.

That shaded ball on the left is your light source. You can see how moving the point changed the shadow cast.

Oh and all those other nifty looking things in that bottom bar there, yeah it’s what you think. You can change the model color to one of these presets or even customize your own palette.

Plus for all you lovely people who want something a little more simplified to use as a pose reference

I am glad to announce that I am open for commissions!

Not only am I offering Regular, and Sketch Commissions, I am also open for Icon Commissions for your RP/D&D/Roll20 needs. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to hit me up in the dm’s or e-mail me at [email protected].  If you’re interested, please check out the links for my commission info down below! 

All of my love, and thanks to your support all throughout the years!~ 

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Author: marj-n-ken Fandom: South Park Pairing: Butters/Kenny Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort Rating: T Series: one-shot Beta: basicbewitch Summary: When Butters calls crying, all Kenny wants to do is make his best friend happy again.

Butters couldn’t deny that he enjoyed being spoiled. Kenny may not have been the most well-to-do man in town, but he did his best, and it made every treat tastier, and each act sweeter.

Hello friends! It’s about time I wrote some Bunny, eh? I’ve shipped them forever but never been able to finish something, so I took one of the prompts from this month’s South Park Mini-Bomb - Treat - and came up with this. Find it on AO3 here!

“A’ight baby, get ready for some grade A Kenny McCormick special treatment action, because it’s comin’ your way in approximately ten minutes,” his phone said, and Butters cradled it to his cheek, as though the tenderness in which he held it could transfer through the call and kiss Kenny’s ear for him.

“Aw, Kenny,” he said, his voice melting as much as his body did as he sunk into the pillows on his bed, “you shouldn’t have.”

“Too late!” Kenny exclaimed, loudly into the receiver, so much so that Butters had to pull the speaker from his ear just slightly. In doing so, the screen awoke, and the picture he assigned to Kenny’s contact made his heart even warmer. It was a selfie of the two of them together, but it was held by Kenny’s arm, not his, and that somehow made it much more magical. “I provide only the best, and there’s nothin’ you can do to stop me.”

gift fic for rainydaydeerling who wanted a “cute Bunny fic with mpreg Butters and overprotective Kenny” :) Somehow or other it got complicated and huge WHOOPS.

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SUMMARY:

After a surprise at the doctor’s office, Kenny and Butters are navigating Butters’ pregnancy and preparing to raise kids in South Park. But nothing is ever easy, especially not in a narrow-minded mountain town that includes people like Eric Cartman.

“A-Awh Ken, can’t we talk about it when they’re older?” Butters had just drawn the shopping cart up alongside their beat-up minivan, and Kenny hurried forward to unlock all the doors so they could load it up.

“No, babe, I told you we are not raising the kids to be supervillains. That can only end in tragedy. I mean, seriously, dude.” Kenny kept a wary eye on the parking lot around them as he helped Butters load up the car. Kenny had always been a wary person because of his curse, and that had only doubled when he started dating Butters “chaos follows me everywhere, whoops I danced now three people are dead” Stotch.

So when Kenny and Butters found out the hard way that that apparently Butters had gained the ability to bear children, now more than ever, everything was about safety in Kenny’s mind.

Their old car wasn’t safe enough now that they were expecting twins- so Kenny sold it and got something with fewer problems and more seats. Their neighborhood had a few too many shoot-outs and shoot-ups per week, so Kenny had taken on a third job and scraped together enough to get them closer to the nice part of town. And even though at only about 3 months in, Butters wasn’t showing much through his usual tummy yet, Kenny insisted Butters cease all villainous activity for at least the duration of the pregnancy.

and Kenny’s able to convince himself that his love for Butters will fade until Karen mentions at dinner that she didn’t have enough money for her milk at lunch today and when he asks why she didn’t ask for his she says, “oh, it’s okay, your friend Butters paid for it! he even got me chocolate milk!” and Kenny knows that chocolate milk is fifty cents more and when she says that Butters didn’t get any milk for himself, then Kenny just puts his head in his hands because that’s it

that’s it, he’s totally, completely in love with Butters

He wants to melt into the wall - to exist in this moment within the curls of the paisley print wallpaper and just watch life happen around him without having to participate for a little while. He feels weird and light headed, but he supposes that’s what he gets for inhaling secondhand smoke and attempting to drown himself in wine coolers all night. Butters usually isn’t one for parties, especially the ones thrown by his classmates. He knows alcohol and drugs are normally involved now that they’re in high school, which is something he’s not very interested in. He also steers clear for fear of what his parents will do when they find out he was at a party, as much as he hates to admit it; he’d like to say that he’s grown out of being such a goody-two-shoes since elementary school, but he’d be telling one heck of a lie. He gets perfect grades, has perfect attendance, participates in as many extracurricular activities as he can, has an impressive resume, and to top it all off, is a virgin. How nice.

Lights and familiar faces swirl and swim through his hazy vision as he leans against the wall in Cartman’s basement, a half-empty bottle clutched tightly to his chest. He feels tingly and pleasantly warm as he watches the other people scattered around the room, all absorbed in their own little worlds. Stan and Kyle are sitting on the floor leaning against each other, their faces flushed and their hands grasping red solo cups, talking quietly and exchanging shy smiles. A few feet away, Tweek and Craig are sitting impossibly close on the couch together, Tweek hiding his face in Craig’s neck as Craig inhales from a lit joint. Butters’ eyes widen as Craig takes an abnormally long drag, holding it in and gently tugging Tweek’s face up to his, pressing his mouth to Tweek’s before exhaling. Tweek visibly relaxes into Craig’s mouth, slowly sliding his hands up into Craig’s hair under his hat. Butters feels his face heat up as he watches the exchange, unsure of what he just saw. It sure seemed passionate from the looks on their faces.

Butters has always loved them as a couple. They’ve been together since the fourth grade and will probably always be together - best friends turned boyfriends, as much as they don’t like to be called that. They can’t really deny the relationship title at this point. Butters’ eyes drift over to Kenny. He wants what Tweek and Craig have; he wants it really, really bad. Kenny currently has some girl pressed into a corner, whispering things into her ear that probably explain the blush on her face, his hands roaming over her backside. Butters sighs and peels himself off the wall, heading for the stairs.

He needs more alcohol.

***

The night wanes, and Butters is fantastically drunk by the time he decides he’s too tired to keep laughing and dancing with Bebe and Wendy. They pout when he tells them he needs air, but let him go with a tight hug before they go back to dancing. He estimates it being close to three in the morning by now, but he doesn’t want to go home, doesn’t want to return to reality just yet. He stumbles through the house in search of the sliding glass door that leads to Eric’s backyard. He struggles to get the heavy door open, his arms not wanting to cooperate properly. When he finally gets the darn thing open, the frigid Colorado air hits him like a ton of bricks. It feels good on his hot skin, raising goose bumps all over his torso under his oversized sweater as he steps out into the night. He stands on the icy patio and closes his eyes, breathing deep.

“Butters?” A voice asks to his left. It takes him a bit to realize that someone is talking to him, and then a little longer to open his eyes and turn his head toward the person. Kenny is standing a few feet away from him, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips and a lighter in his hand. “You okay? You look like you’re gonna hurl,” he says, eyes shifting over Butters’ face before focusing on lighting the end of his cigarette.

“‘M fine,” Butters mumbles with a scowl, folding his arms over his chest petulantly.

“I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t even know you drank,” Kenny muses, blowing smoke out of his mouth and looking over Butters again. The smoke smells oddly sweet and curls in the cool air captivatingly, distracting Butters until it disappears into the night. They’re silent for a moment before Kenny’s comment registers in Butters’ head.

“I-I can come to parties and drink if I want to, Kenny,” he pouts, feeling his cheeks warm.

“‘Course you can, Butters. Just doesn’t seem like your thing, is all,” Kenny answers seriously, eyes on Butters like he can see right through him. He probably can.

Kenny’s hood is down for once, his messy, wavy, dirty blonde hair bristling in the cold wind. Butters really wants to touch it.

When it’s clear that Butters isn’t going to open up about what he’s trying to escape from, Kenny drops his gaze from Butters’ thin frame and stares off into the night.  

“Whoisshe?” Butters asks on a sigh, the words blurring together on his thick tongue as he tries to get the focus of the conversation to shift. He doesn’t want to talk about what he wishes he could forget. Kenny raises an eyebrow, taking another drag.

“Who?”

“T-that girl you were with in the basement. She’s awful pretty,” Butters clarifies, the words bitter in his mouth with something he doesn’t want to admit is jealousy.

“I don’t know - Bebe’s cousin, maybe? She’s not from around here. I know she’s got a great rack, though,” he smirks, waggling his eyebrows.

“O-Oh,” is all Butters can think to say, tightening his arms around himself as his cheeks darken. Another topic change would be good right about now, he decides. “H-how long have you smoked cigarettes? I c-can’t remember seeing you with ‘em before,” he slurs a little, squinting at Kenny’s amused smile.

“I don’t think you can even remember how much you’ve smoked, let alone how long I’ve been smoking,” he teases, leaning against the side of the house. Butters’ eyes go comically wide, his mouth dropping open in horror.

“But I d-don’t smoke,” he stammers, knocking his knuckles together. Kenny shoots him a dubious look. “Honest I don’t, Ken! I n-never have!” Butters protests.

“Well I hate to burst your pristine little bubble then, Buttercup, but you might have gotten high off of fumes,” he says matter-of-factly, giving him a knowing grin as Butters blushes at the nickname.

“Oh hamburgers. I d-didn’t wanna muck up my lungs an’ all,” Butters says sadly, looking at Kenny with shiny eyes.

“I’m just kidding, Butters,” Kenny says with a grin he tries to hide. “You can’t really get high off of fumes; that’s just a scary story people tell. I’m sure your lungs are fine.” He looks down at the slow-burning clove cigarette in his hand with a grimace that Butters almost misses. “A lot better than mine, anyway,” he mutters to himself. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” he addresses Butters again with a reassuring smile.

Butters watches Kenny inhale on his cigarette again and is suddenly reminded of how Tweek and Craig somehow shared that joint without Tweek actually smoking it.

“Um, Ken? I-I was wonderin’ if you’d mind explainin’ somethin’ to me?” He asks timidly, sliding his knuckles together nervously.

“I’ll try my best,” Kenny answers, ash falling off the end of his cigarette onto the ground beside his worn-out boots.

“W-well see, Craig was smoking m-marijuana all normal in the basement, but then he did somethin’ funny and inhaled real big, and then kissed Tweek before letting the smoke out. And I just n-never seen that before,” Butters trails off with his explanation, feeling self-conscious as his head becomes a little bit clearer. Kenny just gives him a sweet smile.

“They weren’t really kissing, Butters,” he chuckles a little. “Craig gave Tweek what’s called a shotgun, which is where two people can get high off of the same hit by sharing the smoke,” he explains, taking another drag.

“Oh, gee, they both seemed real into it,” Butters says, feeling a little wistful thinking about it.

“Well I guess they would be, huh? Being boyfriends and all that jazz,” Kenny grins, smoke coming out of his nose. They’re silent for a minute before Butters works up his courage.

“W-will you show me how you do it? With your cigarette? I know it won’t do nothin’, I just wanna know what it feels like.” Kenny stares for a moment, caught off guard by the request before his eyebrows pull down over his eyes.

“You sure? I don’t want you doing somethin’ you’re not comfortable with, Butters. Don’t wanna dirty up your lungs an’ all,” he says, searching Butters’ face.

“W-well if you don’t wanna I understand,” Butters says quietly, looking at the ground.

“It’s not that, Butters. I’d do shotguns with you all day if you wanted,” he says with a sly smile. “I just wanna make sure you know what you’re asking is all,” he adds as Butters moves in closer, grabbing onto his orange sleeve.

“I know,” he says determinedly.

“Whatever you want then, Buttercup,” Kenny concedes with a shrug. Butters leans back against the house, pulling Kenny against him. Kenny hit his growth spurt later than most kids in their grade, but his was definitely the biggest. He towers over Butters and everyone else in the senior class at six foot one, only being beaten by Craig who stands just shy of six foot three. Butters is a mere five foot six if he stretches a bit on his tiptoes, but he finds that he doesn’t mind the height difference when he’s with Kenny; it makes him feel safe.

Kenny inhales slowly from his cigarette, filling his lungs. His hand slides around Butters’ jaw, lightly urging him to look up as he presses their lips together, easing their mouths open. Once their lips are slotted together, Kenny exhales the poisonous smoke into Butters’ mouth. It’s disgusting - Butters can’t deny that it tastes like licking an overflowing ashtray - but he also feels like Kenny is breathing life into him somehow. The pressure of this boy’s lips against his make him suddenly feel wide awake, as if someone flipped a switch in his brain and sucked out all the fog that had gathered there.

Kenny’s lips are without a doubt the most heavenly things Butters has ever felt. They’re chapped and warm, and Butters can’t help the small noise of contentment that leaves his throat as he brings his hands up into Kenny’s hair,  holding him in place once the smoke dissipates. Kenny seems surprised for a few seconds before he gets the message, slipping his tongue into Butters’ open mouth with a small groan. He drops his unfinished cigarette to the ground to free his hand and slides it down, grabbing at Butters’ ass through his tight jeans. Something akin to a whimper escapes Butters’ mouth, his small hands tugging hard at Kenny’s hair.

Butters doesn’t want to stop and process what is happening, afraid he’ll wake up from this incredible dream alone in his bed again. Kenny is currently fastened to his neck, making a trail of slow kisses down to his collarbones.

“Leave a mark,” Butters hears himself command breathily. Kenny pulls back, giving him a stunned smile. Butters feels his eyes widen, not sure where that came from.

“I-I mean-”

“Can I?” Kenny asks, interrupting him. Butters thinks of the other marks littering his skin and feels himself nod. This bruise will be welcome, one he chose. Kenny’s eyes flash in excitement before he plunges back down against Butters’ throat. Kenny latches onto the skin between Butters’ neck and shoulder, sucking with fervor as his hands slide into Butters’ back pockets. It kind of hurts, but it’s definitely the best sort of pain Butters has ever felt, drawing a breathy moan from his lips.

Then the sliding glass door opens.

Butters scrambles away from Kenny as Clyde pokes his head outside.

“Hey you guys seen Token? I can’t find him,” he asks.

“Nah, sorry man,” Kenny says easily at the same time Butters shakes his head furiously. Clyde gives them an odd look before shrugging and going back inside. They’re quiet for a moment until Butters clears his throat.

“Well I, uh, think I-I better get home, Ken,” he says quickly, turning to leave before things could get any more awkward.

“Well can I at least, uh, walk you home?” Kenny asks, looking a little lost. Butters gives him a sad smile.

“You don’t hafta pretend you like me back just ‘cause we kissed, Ken. I’m okay on my own.”