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AND with a little practice, you can even make them 3D shaped (especially with the smaller beads and wire, though you can make them with the bigger beads and string, to an extent) 

Anatomy:

Arms

Breasts

Body Types

Feet

Female

Hands

Heads -Ears -Expressions -Eyes -Facial -Hair -Mouths and Lips -Noses -Tears

Humans

Legs

Male

Muscles

Pelvis

Proportions

Shoulders

Torso

Animals:

Anatomy

Antlers

Beaks

Behaviour

Ears

Facial

Feathers

Fur

Hooves

Horns

Insects

Legs

Paws

Talons

Teeth

Wings

Backgrounds:

Cityscape

Indoors

Organic

Perspective

Quick BGs

Simplistic

Brushes:

Photoshop

Paint tool SAI

Design:

Buildings

Character Design

Clothing

Environments

Folds

Heights

Maps

Names

Sketching

Skin Tones

Drawing and Colouring:

Canvas Size

Colour Palettes

Colour Theory

Comics

Composition

Lighting

Lineart

Painting

Quick Tricks

Shading

Traditional

Fantasy:

Armor

Archery

Horns

Mythical Animals

Mythology

Power Ups

Weapons

Wings

For the Artist:

Copyright

File Types

Exercises

Portfolio

Reminders

Tablets

Tips and Advice

Tools

Languages:

ASL

Ancient

French

German

Grammar

Italian

Japanese

Korean

Morse

Spanish

Misc:

Animation

Commissions

Cosplay

Crafts

Life

Master Lists

Psychological

Resources

School

Writing

Nature:

Blood

Clouds

Fire

Flowers

Grass

Landscapes

Lightning

Metal

Plants

Rocks

Space

Trees

Water

Wood

Poses:

Angles

Animals

Draw Your X

Humans

Movement

Multiple Persons

Programs:

Clip Studio Paint

Krita

Paint Tool SAI

Photoshop

Etc

World Building:

Buildings

Culture

History

Historical Clothing

Video

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Uhm, yancy’s losing lmao

I tried the second one, didn’t come out as platonic as I planned tho :/

I imagined Dark whipping out his fancy white suit for the occasion…

Sweet…

Kitten swallowed by toy volcano

Zuko’s like no, yeah, I totally get it, and just makes her one of his advisors. At first it’s just so she has a good excuse to stay but after the first meeting Toph storms out shouting about how EVERYONE was lying why would you even need to lie about what kind of tea you want??

Zuko: I mean they’re politicians.....but also who, and when, and in what way

They make a subtle Morse code system so Toph can warn him when someone is lying to him without tipping anyone off that she can sense lies.

The villain smiled and - well. She was stunning. The hero felt like they could stare at the villain for hours, or possibly they wanted to be her. Every conversation they’d ever had left the hero electrified, but this was the first time the two of them had met face to face. 

“Come down to me,” the villain said. Her eyes were radiant, piercing straight through the hero’s skin. She held out a hand. Her voice - oh that voice - it curled silken around the hero’s limbs. It made something in them shiver. It didn’t particularly make them want to move closer.

The hero raised their brows. “What, so you can kill me? How dumb do you think I am? I think I’m better up here out of your reach, thanks.”

The villain blinked. The power in her voice grew. “It would feel good. A release…”

“Lol.” 

The villain scowled at that. Then, at peak frustration, realisation crossed her face. Her head tilted. The power returned full force. 

“Don’t you want to be normal?” 

The hero froze. “Nah.” They kept their voice as light as possible. “I’ll pass.” They weren’t sure if the want, the shame, or the fury burned through them with greater strength. Because that…

“Even if it means you are alone? I know you are lonely. I can see it in your head. You have friends, of course, sometimes you even forget you are lonely, but…that person who has your heart would love you, wouldn’t they? If you were different. What was it that they said to you…?”

“Shut up. I don’t need to be different. Everyone feels like that about something, everyone thinks someone else has it easier. It’s not true.”

“So defensive.” It came out a purr. “Do you convince yourself, darling, if you say it loud enough?”

“Shut. Up.” The hero realised they’d moved closer, hand curled in a fist. They forced themselves to stop on the edge of the precipice, however much they wanted to come closer still and punch. The villain had the advantage in close combat, and that was a long way to fall besides. It would idiotic of them. They still wanted to, just to smack that gloating smile aside. The hero’s throat locked tight. 

Desire was not the only way to draw someone close, nor kill them.

The hero drew in a steadying breath. They were content with their life in a lot of ways, they had people they loved and people who loved them. They knew it didn’t matter. They knew other people didn’t necessarily have it any better or any easier they just - 

“We are rare specimens, you and I,” the villain said. “We look around and there is no like us. I could make anyone fall for me and so they cannot truly love me.” Hunger wove through her words like a calling card. “And you…you want so badly be to be enough. To be loved. To be capable of love.” 

“I am loved. I am more than capable of love, as if that’s what bloody matters anyway. I’d be perfectly fine even if I didn’t want love. It’s not the only thing in the world. And, by the way, fuck you, I am most certainly enough. Get out of my head.” 

It had been funny, at first, watching the villain’s frustration grow as her usual tricks didn’t work. Now…it didn’t feel so funny now. Sirens, in the old tales, were not merely creatures of beauty. They had knowledge too. The kind of knowledge that few lived long enough to hear, the kind of song that could devastate and shape worlds. It wasn’t just a pretty face. 

And want - attraction - was so many things, tangled, for that voice to catch its hooks on. The hero should have been prepared for this, even if the siren hadn’t been.

The siren’s smile dropped. They both glared at each other, hearts pounding.

“Well, then,” the siren said. “I suppose I’ll just have to come to you then. Rip your heart out the old fashioned away.” 

On that note…the hero bolted.

A/N: So I don’t normally A/N my writing, I prefer people make their own conclusions and draw their own thoughts on my work. I’d put this in the tags if tags were not being weird. So. Under the cut. #Sorry not sorry.

Hey, I’d really appreciate if you’d tag this as asexual since as an allosexual aromantic I would like to filter asexual content so I can decide if I feel comfortable seeing it. No hate towards asexuals I promise! It’s just that quite a bit of asexual content I see is very arophobic. Thanks so much!

I thought I was going to let this go, because I don’t want to start to drama and tumblr can have a disturbing habit of dogpiling that I don’t want to perpetuate…but the more I thought about it I just don’t want to let this go. 

I also don’t want to privately message you about it, because you decided to take this to a public forum on my post where everyone has to read your words, so now we’re going to talk about it.

Please note that I am not basing this on your one reply to my post detailed above - I looked into why you might feel this way and noted this on your profile:

“Not all aro’s are ace, just like not all ace’s are aro. We aro’s already deal with so much erasure and hatred and we need solidarity from the ace community instead of hatred toward aro’s who aren’t also ace. The ace community is only recently gaining visibility and support from the rest of the LGBTQIA+ community. Don’t you remember when you were as erased as we are now? I’m not asking for a whole lot here. I’m simply asking people to tag asexual content as such.”

Okay. Do you not see the irony here? No? Let’s unpack. 

In short: your response to my post literally asks asexual people to enable you to erase them, because you find us uncomfortable. You say it is because you do not want aromantic experiences to be erased but you are explicitly coding my identity as a trigger warning and asking it to be treated as such. 

There are two key things here. 

1) You are asking for a lot.  It is not the responsibility of asexual people to make ourselves invisible for you. The mere existence of our identity does not deserve to be a trigger warning. You are responsible for your own consumption of content on the internet. You can ask for your needs to be met, but you don’t get to say that erasing ourselves for you is nothing. That is not and never will be your decision.

2) You went out of your way to post on a post made explicitly about asexuality, by an asexual person, about asexual representation in particular…to tell us that our experience, our existence, is something that should be filtered out and sanitised for you. Maybe you don’t mean that as hate, but it is not okay, and frankly reads rather a lot like ‘no offense, but can you go back to the closet. I don’t hate you, you just make me uncomfortable by virtue of existing.’ 

And that sounds horribly familiar in a way I feel like you should understand. 

I believe you when you say you don’t mean any hate towards asexual people, but the implications of your words were hateful, and reading your reply felt like getting punched in the throat. 

But let’s look some more at the post which you so object to. 

It is very clear from the initial ask at the top of this post that this story/post is going to be dealing with asexuality and an asexual protagonist. Therefore, regardless of the issue of how it is tagged in my original post or any reblogged versions of my post, there is no version of it where the asexuality is going to sneak up on you. It is not hidden. This means that on the most basic level the post does allow you to decide whether to read it or not based solely on the fact it includes asexual content, and therefore you already have control of your experience and the ability and choice to not engage. 

You cannot pretend you didn’t know it was about asexuality because you posted specifically about the fact it was about asexuality.

Therefore, you could have simply skipped and that would have been fine. You do you. Stay safe. 

However, you didn’t do that. 

Which means this is not about your boundaries anymore, it is about you wanting us to stop being there entirely. It is you wanting to erase us even if you are not fully conscious of that. It is you being spectacularly disrespectful to asexual people in the way that you want to avoid for yourself. 

I don’t get to filter you out when you literally come onto my post and force me to get a notification about how much my existence makes you uncomfortable, and I’m not entirely convinced you paused to think or care if your response and requests made me or any asexual seeing it comfortable or not. 

Did you read the story? I’m guessing you didn’t before you told us to be more invisible. 

This post is about how many people try and reduce asexual needs, desires and representation to a joke. It is, despite the fantasy setting, me navigating my personal experiences with my identity that I do not see talked about or reflected a lot. It is me trying not to feel alone. Me trying not to feel invisible and erased. Me trying not to feel like everything I want in my life is wrong. Me still trying to feel like what I am is okay years after coming out, because people like you consistently remind me in quiet little ways that what I am is not ‘normal’ and not accepted in the way that other people get to be. And some days I can breathe past that and some days I can’t and I shouldn’t have to.

To put it bluntly, this post was not made for you. This was our safe space.

Finally, as the added kicker to all of this, if you had bothered to read the story before posting on it, you would have noted that my story explicitly states that regardless of if the romantic asexual protagonist wants love or not…that’s not what’s important. It wouldn’t be wrong even if they didn’t want that. E.g, if they were aromantic, they would still be just as worthy of respect, and they would still be enough.

I’m not aro, so maybe I’m misunderstanding or lacking some deeper nuance, but last I checked I didn’t think that was arophobic. I remember specifically thinking about aro people actually when I was writing that post and thinking ‘hey, I don’t want to act like aro people don’t exist and that romantic love is the end all of end alls because it is not’. 

I didn’t want anyone to feel the way I feel now. The way that you made me feel.