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My first anatomy tutorial. How I connect arms to the torso. Simplified the muscles for better comprehension

PS. Pectoral is misspelled as “pectorial” in the picture. Don’t make that mistake haha

And I’d love to see the art made from using these as reference, you can message or tag me.. whatever you want

Edit: The extended names of the muscles:

Neck - Sternocleidomastoideus

Traps - Trapezius

Thank you, I’m glad you did! And wonder no more, because I will. Lo and behold—the headcanons everyone has been secretly hoping for:

NSFW 2p! America headcanons

If you’re not comfortable with NSFW stuff, this is your cue to leave. And it’s not even general— we’re getting into the details so it’s... Hot. So if you’ve come here for that, I hope you enjoy.

Are ya winning Don?

Germany: Luther would offer relief from the pressures of strict traditions and responsibilities as he sweeps you into a more relaxed version of the world you once knew. In the modern apartment style home, he will provide all you desire and for a while it’s amazing. You feel like a cat in the sun.  

Until it wasn’t. Suddenly, the thought of the silver dish that once made you smile, instead makes you sneer. The part of you that itched for something to do, to leave something of worth was like a flea infestation on your skin. As you show your claws, Luther slowly becomes stoic and attempts to distract you with meaningless things.

He is hurt when this is one of the things that causes your distance. Like a good guard dog, Luther decides your next visit is your official move in.

As you step back in, fully intending to search for the German and say your goodbyes. The sound of a lock clicking and then a heavy gulp makes you freeze.

Turning, you expect to face a much taller man, instead you see a beast. His maw wet with drool, his teeth shining in the lights. His body has fur colored blond and beige that covers him in the same way a coat with rolled up sleeves does. Luther’s lower half is no longer human legs, but large German shepherd paws.

As you attempt to speak to the larger man-beast, you take a step closer to the door. Luther lunged, pinning you down to the floor. His snout forced your head to the side, teeth scraped your neck as he bites your shirt.

The world swirls as the warm living room changed to a cold pound. Runs line the wall, their grate doors reminded you of jail cells. Especially once he looked you in the far one.

Numerous bones lined the floor as you sat, huddled on the low cot.

Your escape would require you not only to require the key, but to get past Luther. Maybe instead of a game, try a bet.

If you can beat him in a simple competition, then you leave. Things like keep away, or hide and seek will pique his interest. Though if you lose, then you’ll be his precious kitten. Collared and declawed, forever.

Prussia: When you crossed the tunnel, you didn’t expect to be greeted with a summer cottage. The air smelled of lavender and a leucitic man greeted you. He didn’t speak, but his sullen blue eyes told many tales.

The times with him offered you reprieve from the chaos of your normal world. The more comfortable you became with him, the more Wil began to speak.  You enjoyed the conversations, but something felt off when Wil told you that there would be a time where a choice must be made.

You woke up confused the next day. Wondering what that meant and what it would be. Three sunrises later, Wil gave them to you.

Stay with him, enjoy the peace, but give up your eyes. Allow him to care for you and all your worries. Or, you could return and shut the door forever. Though something would be missing in return for your time spent with him.

In anger, you challenged him. Demanded why you had to pick and why the price was so heavy. Why was there a price no matter what you pick? No straight answer just riddles that left you feeling terrified.

There was no hesitance when you skipped dinner. Wanting nothing more than to escape from the terrifying pressure.

When you returned to world of your origin, something was missing. You searched for the one you held closest to your heart. Calls were unanswered and there were no results from the physical search.

 Tapping from an old, standing mirror took your attention. The sight inside looked like a prediction from the bible. Tall flames, dark brimstone, and fear in their eyes.

Running you return to the façade of peace. Upon entering, the world had changed into a large stone chapel. Stained glass colored the room in a malevolent rainbow.

Running, your feet slap against the stone as you search for your heart. The sound of slow-moving hooves slowly corner you.

Screaming you take in the sight of a man crossed with a Chamois. Wil had grown in height, his ebony horns nearly touching the ceiling. White goat legs ending with white hooves. His teeth had become needles coated in a light layer of pink.

You shook as Wil picked you up, shock making your vocal cords feel thick and heavy in your throat.

You were left in a simple bedroom, told that since you could not choose that the price is now much higher. He would wait until you were ready before taking everything from you; and yet he would give you everything.

As you wait, your able to plan. Remembering Wil often quoted the Bible and did his best to atone for something. Something told you that it involved his past victims.

Maybe you could find a way to appeal to his sense of mercy. Or just maybe find away in the laws of justice by the terms of a challenge to clear your ‘debts’.

Seeking the keepsakes of his previous victims may be a good idea, even attempting a Herculean labor. If you fail any of them, then not only do you lose, but your loved ones do as well.

Germania: Amalric’s small home was full of large windows allowing the viewer to see the large mountain plateau. You were speechless at the beauty of the windswept meadow when you first entered his home. His chuckling was what initially alerted you to his presence.

It was awkwardly comforting to find a bearded man in the world inside your home. He was very patient with you. Answering all your questions with kindness and even asking you questions with in a tone of sweet innocence.

As time goes on, you become comfortable with Amalric. You stay close to the cabin, ride horses and play with his many dogs. It was a wonderful time until he asks you to stay. After all, you seem to enjoy your time there and are always complaining about the other life you lead. Wouldn’t it be better to stay?

You come up with excuses. Telling him that you only needed to vent, that you loved your other life. The people around you were amazing. You left through the tunnel and went to bed once you got home.

What terrified you, was that you woke up back in Amalric’s home. It had become dull and lifeless. As you ran to the door, he sat there. His heavy armchair in front of the door. His already long hair was now shaggy, covering his face. Long brown horns stretched to the heavens, while sharp horns scrapped the wood floor as he adjusted his weight.

He looked like a twisted version of Pan with long tusks poking out of his lips and a blond cow tail lashing.

Before he could speak, you ran. Determined to find another way out, but as you returned time and time again to the cabin, you lost hope.

Tears began to create rivers down your face. Sobs bubbled but died when a new voice spoke from above.

You saw a brown muscular cat slowly slink down the barren cedar. A long curl bounced with his movements. Despite the aggressive tone, he introduced himself as Ignatius, telling you that you weren’t the first victim. Though unlike the others he would help you escape for a price.

So cuuuuuute. I’ve been in a found family mood lately so this kinda stuff is so nice rn

I can ABSOLUTELY see Slender teaching his child/child figure how to handle and take on the business. I've said it before but at some point, my Slender will take after his mom and become the head grim reaper of the Underworld, and when he does that he will no longer have the time to manage the mansion's assassination business, so it would work out great that you could carry on that business for him.

When the topic of you inheriting the business comes up, Slender gets SO fucking excited. He feels so incredibly proud that you would want to take after him, and he's more than happy to help you learn how to take over. The first thing he does is get you familiar with all his current employees, making sure you know to learn their strengths and weaknesses. BEN actually also helps you out with this as the intel gatherer of the mansion, making sure you'll be able to assign the right tasks to the right employees so that everyone can handle their jobs okay. The next step he'll start doing with you is having you shadow him at his job that way you can see everything he does in a day for the business.

 - Marilyn Monroe, last taped interview, days before her death

Also:

As one of the biggest Ella Fitzgerald fans, she literally helped desegregate her performances. Ella was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race.

Ella Fitzgerald: “I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.” thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg (Source: dmvnessa)

ALSO:

In August 1956, Monroe began filming The Prince and the Showgirl, with Laurence Olivier staring and directing. The production was complicated by conflicts between him and Monroe. He angered her with the patronizing statement “All you have to do is be sexy” and his attempts to get her to replicate Vivien Leigh’s interpretation. She became pregnant and miscarried during the production, which heavily worsened her depression and increased her drug abuse.

She was on courses of strong medication, had invasive surgery to try and limit the damage caused, and despite trying for a baby numerous times, suffered many miscarriages because of her condition. The miscarriages especially sent her into deep depression, since she desperately wanted to be a mother.

There is speculation that the condition may have been one of the triggers in her drug dependency as well, because when you have endo, you will take whatever you can to stop. it. hurting.