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ronkeyroo · 2 years
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Could you maybe do final beast form farkas? If not maybe the brothers stealing sweet rolls because I feel like they would get up to those kind of shenanigans dkdjd
Your art is absolutely stunning, thank you so much for sharing it! ✨
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YES??? Oh my god you absolutely had me at final beast form!! 👀 Thank you so much for appreciating my work, I enjoy sharing it with you all a whole lot!!
🩸 /// Bonus bloody kill version underneath!
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noxs-mun · 7 months
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Sometimes a kobold will Ascend to dragonhood and sometimes that now dragon likes to polymorph into their old kobold form from time to time.
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poopiemcfartalot · 1 year
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jade is the monster hidden under my bed confirmed
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luckyashesart · 2 years
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Dubious lil creature !!
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Up to no good !!
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I suddenly have the urge to create a pantheon of gods who's physical form manifests as a sentient piece of cloth with Improbable Properties
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Life glows and looking at it feels like you're watching something grow and morph, but the cloth is white, there's nothing there. Still, you feel as though you see something forming out of the corner of your eye. It inexplicably smells like rain and fresh dirt and the morning breeze and the trees in the city of your birth.
Death is Vanta black and looking at it make you feel like something's looking back, like something's sucking you in. It feels dangerous and welcoming all at once. It smells like dust and mud and dried leaves and the nearly forgotten scent of a dearly departed loved one.
Space looks like an entire star scape is captured within it. It looks like just a fancy cloth from afar, but upon closer inspection you can see shifting galaxies, simmering stars, dying planets. The more you look, the larger it feels, never ending, you don't know how you're holding something so vast, it seems impossible.
Time simultaneously looks brand new and decades old. It is decorated finely with years of craftsmanship and it's also clean and undyed. It's filthy and storied and fresh as a gift. It's worn and tattered and thick and strong. Looking at it makes it feel like the world is passing by at an incredible speed, but when you look away, only a moment has passed.
fieojgoijerg When they have a Favored Mortal, they can be relatively covert while following around their Chosen by just, like draping themselves across their favorite. Well, they'd be covert unless someone looks closely
oiajerfjefr glmskmfieonrg Just imagine seeing someone with a shawl on and for some reason they feel familiar. They feel off. You look closer and-HOLY FUCK, THAT'S A GOD!!!! uykgykfurjcmcd XDXDXDXD
vvvvv they can move around like serpents, drape themselves like there's an invisible form underneath, flutter in the wind, so many very inhuman movement possibilities. So other worldly! ojsirjfoigoisr
OMG, Imagine one of them favors, like, an itty bitty child and there's just this kid absolutely swamped with cloth and it's like "Where did you get that large bolt of cloth from, small child?" and the child grins at you and goes "Sssssh, it's a secret!" and then the cloth does something that cloth Definitely Shouldn't Do like wave at you or smth XDXDXDXDXDXD
oaijgoijefijae f What if you just fucking find a god for sale in the market one day. They're not trapped there or anything, just visiting. Just chilling on the stall. Does the stall owner know that there's a god nestled among their wares? Maybe, who knows, you don't question the wims of the gods! If they wanna sit in your stall, you definitely won't protest!
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tatzebea · 2 years
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The Countess - Minor Arcana: Suit of Wands
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new aesthetic: wichtelcore
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soul-sucker-whore · 1 year
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Me, every time someone's mean to me, opening the freezer with a piece of paper in hand: in you go :)
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neconyaa · 1 year
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curse of throws 7 whole ravioli™ at you
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pudimdosubmundo · 2 years
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street rat meets rich boy, what could go wrong
what can i say, fizz n buzz, together make a hell of a fuzz
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bitchassbucky · 2 years
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i love him. i hate him. i want to nurse him back to health. i want to see him die. i want to kiss his cheek. i want to wring his neck. love etc etc
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maehemthemisfit · 8 months
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because tumblr hates me i'm posting it again. if you want to see the original ask/post it's here!
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he's so sly sometimes, and even when you catch on to his act, he blinks his pretty eyes and plays coy, feighning innocence with a hand to his chest at your accusatory tone.
no, no, no! that wasn't his intentions! he was solely focused on the trick and nothing else. if anything, he makes it seem like you're at fault for your mind wandering to such things. Is he really to blame if you're the one being distracted by his "unintentional" charm?
he chuckles at the way you get choked up over his words. he's just so good at twisting them in his favour that it's hard to think of a rebuttle.
in the mist of your flustered state, he takes the opportunity to shower you with affection, planting feverent kisses that bloom warmth across your face, his hands pulling you closer to meet his lips.
the harmonious tune of your laughter mixes together, cards long forgotten somewhere on the table as Lyney embraces you.
after his lips finally depart yours, those purple eyes of his gaze fondly into yours, halflidded and joined by a smile adorning his face. you swear you could see the stars in his midnight eyes if you looked long enough.
"so, what other tricks can you show me?" you mused, flipping his hat onto your head in one fluid motion.
Lyney chuckled, adjusting his hat to sit perfectly on your head while his other hand still laid comfortably on your waist. "well, if you want to learn more magic, you'll have to start adressing me as teacher," he teased, and you sputtered at his words.
with a smirk, his brows raised again, this time a mischivious glint in his eyes as he held his chin. "or maybe... master's more your thing?"
before he could marvel in your reaction, he found himself already outside your door, his body turning against the hand on his back that quickly guided him out.
"I t-think that's enough magic for today!" you hastily said, pushing his hat back into his arms before adruptly closing your door.
"h-hey wait! what about my cards?" he asked, despite having a plethora of them at his disposal. unfortunately, he was met with no response.
"oh well..." he sighed, shaking his head with a smile. with a snap of his wrist, he went to place his hat back on, only to be showered with cards atop his head. he couldn't help but chuckle as they tumbled down, realizing your little scheme. seems like you had a few tricks up your sleeve as well.
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sweetyluvs · 4 months
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imagine ellie getting ur name tatted on her opposite forearm hehehe i need her so bad it’s never been funny
I LOVE THISSS I think she'd be so impulsive and so cocky LOL
ellie woke up on a Tuesday morning with a mischivies grin on her face. She'd fucked you stupid the night before- almost confident you'd sleep for the next 12 hours and try to stand up for another 12. Her green eyes flickered to you when she woke up, slipping out of bed and throwing some random clothes on she wasn't even sure were hers- grabbing her wallet and keys and heading out. The ride to the tattoo shop was filled with Tyler, The Creator and Lana del rey blasting through her cars windows until the familiar stop came to view; tats for t!ts & sh!t.
Honestly, ellie herself didn't even know how they got away with that name. I mean, maybe the exclamation points helped their cause, but not that much. she parked her jeep and hopped out, wallet in hand as the bell rang to announce her arrival. Let's just say she took a moment to decide the tattoo- or, well, what it looked like. As she sat on the chair, a slick smirk was on her lips as she thought about your reaction. "ready?" the tattoo artist, Cat, asked. "hell yeah."
You woke up with a prolonged yawn, stretching in that way that felt just so good. You went to cuddle against ellie to find that she wasn't there. Your brows furrowed, pushing yourself off the mattress and gasping at the pain in your.... 'hips'. you sigh, struggling for a good 10 minutes trying to get out of bed without breaking your body. You successfully ended up doing so, walking to the living room and hearing the sound of star wars faintly from the TV. it got louder as you approached, "luke, I am your father." you heard a gasp from ellie, even though she's seen the movie probably 100 times. "nooooo!" luke screamed, and you walked in just in time to see her left forearm.. wrapped in Tattoo protection. what the fuck did you miss?
"ellie?" you ask, confused. her eyes snap to you, "Oh, hey babe." she said, placing the ice cream she had down in the table beside the couch side. "sleep well?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding. "yeah.." you trailed your view back down to her arm. "what the fuck did you do?" you sigh. the smirk that engulfed her face almost made you want to punch her. god, it was gonna be that luke skywalker tattoo she'd been going on and on about, wasn't it?
You approached her, watching as she delicately unwrapped her bare arm. Your eyes widened with surprise when it was revealed. It was a strangely beautiful tattoo of your name. Your heart beat soundly, genuinely touched by it, "oh, ellie. it's beautiful." you smiled... until you saw what was beside it. The luke skywalker tattoo and a pair of your breasts. how do you know? you just do. "ellie! what the fuck!"
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luckyashesart · 2 years
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Idk if Imma have any motivation to make smth new but
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Have a Hu Tao doodle I made a few days ago 🙏
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notemaker · 4 months
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Old(er) Hijack Au in which Jack lived his human life during the 1700's and became a spirit at his late forties or early fifties. His previous memories remain intact. Three hundred and a half years later, Jack, self appointed old homeless (human) person, meets Hiccup, national park ranger (and self appointed hermit). Keep reading below.
Jack has been developing his powers for some time now. Since the way in which he became a spirit didn't permanently stunt his growth and emotional stability forever at the tender and hormonal age of 18, Jack became able to control his powers way sooner and better. It didn't take long for him to become a guardian this time around, so he's had the reigns of things for a while now. -The Guardian's belief system works different for Jack. He's a seasonal spirit. He's Winter incarnate. People not only believe in winter, but know it true. So, he gets the bonus of being able to be seen by the overal populace, only lightly. Like passing by a stranger in the street and forgetting two seconds after, people can see Jack, but not quite. Perfect for pranks. -As Jack's powers developed, his staff (yes, he still has his staff. its part of his personality) also did. It grew a little more than in canon. A little wilder. -Unfortunately for Jack, he's made a name for himself in the spirit world. Worse: a good one. He's busy with winter and Guardian duties all year long. So occasionally, he'll sneak out, dress up like no one's business, and launge around, pulling tricks for shits and giggles. -"What do you mean OLD man winter? Im not old, what do you mean old. No, being 300 yrs doesn't count." -Jack is a regular at a cafeteria that's mostly empty during sundays. The lady owner at the counter feels like she's known him for years but never seems able to remember since when. For some reason, she know's the man's order by heart, but only when she sees him enter the shop. She thinks he's fun and mischivious and joyful, but also has sad eyes. -Jack knows her since she's ten. -Hiccup met Jack because Jack had fallen asleep on a bench. Jack, for reference, doesn't breathe. Hiccup nearly had a heart attack, called the ambulance because some guy had died in middle of the park, until said guy woke up and Hiccup nearly had a second.
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eclipsedrgn · 9 months
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅
(y/n) befriended the turtles along with her best friend ren. she didn't have anything to offer the family of ninjas, except her friendship and love. and when she realizes she's just pulling them back, she decided to take it to her own hands.
rottmnt!leo x fem!reader
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It wasn't until you notice they started acting differently around you when you had a feeling they're starting to pull apart. All four turtles, each in their own unique way, rejected you. Either hanging out, or eating out to even going on patrol together. You didn't exactly offer a lot on the table if you were being honest. You were just the lucky girl who they rescued, and somehow became part of this mischivious family.
Mikey became your closest friend, you two were too much a like whether it was being completely naive to the world to being the most childish person of the group. The two of you never felt judged by one another.
Donnie, embarrissingly, became your buddy when it came to doing your homework. You did all the work of course, you hated cheating but Donnie was the one looking over your shoulder half of the time telling you from right and wrong.
Raph was coincidentally your therapist, although you mostly smile around the turtles, Raph knew the signs of depression and anxiety, most importantly anger. He saw how much anger you hold within yourself that he took upon himself to help you.
Leonardo...
To you, in your eyes, he was everything. He was the perfect turtle for you and could not stop yourself for falling in love with him. He was your everything, you were willing to even make yourself unhappy just to get his attention...
But you knew with the way he looks at Karai, it wouldn't happen.
You guess it was probably the way you let yourself loose. You ate too much pizza with Mikey, you barely exercise, or maybe how you just chilled on the couch for the longest time. The turtles noticed.
But they did not care.
And that's how you ended up in this situation, hiding behind the walls of the kitchen eavesdropping the turtle's conversation about you. Worst of all, your best friend Ren just sat there listening to them, though you didn't see her face, she was devastated that the turtles thought of you this way.
"Come on Leo, are we seriously letting this girl stay with us?" Raphael states with an annoyed tone. "She has done nothing but sit here with her thumbs up her nose"
Was all the times you come to Raph about your problems fake? Did you complain too much?
"We can't just kick her out Raph-" Donatello started but was interrupted.
"We can and we will. She eats all the food, she plays all the games while we're up there risking our lives" Raph complains.
"Dude... she's my best friend" Mikey muttered, nobody heard.
"She doesn't bring anything to the table! April does the news, Casey's a police officer- hell even Ren brings us notices about the Foot. (Y/N) does nothing" Raph says.
You are nothing.
A burden.
Leo shook his head, the warm feeling at the thought of you turned guilt, anger, confused. He knew his brothers were right. You didn't bring much to the table. But how can he kick out the only person who brought joy and compassion, no matter what the atmosphere of the lair is.
You clench both of your fists as tears stream down your face, you covered your mouth with both hands as another sob was coming. Leo barely stood up for you, Donnie barely stood up for you and Mikey... all he did was sat in silence. You wiped your face with your hands, getting rid of signs you were crying and came out of the kitchen with a smile on your face.
"Hey guys, I'm headed out for some pizza. Want anything?" you asked.
"J-Just some Hawaiian dudette" Mikey says with an unsure look on his face.
You smiled, "Sure Mikestar, I'll be back in a few"
"At least she brings us food" you hear Raphael scoff as you walk further from the lair.
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You barely looked where you were headed, you were just walking aimlessly for the past 20 minutes since you left. The depression was getting worst, your anxiety is off the roof and the fact the only people who truly liked you has been faking all this time...
You sighed as you yelp when you bumped into something... soft? You opened your (e/c) eyes seeing the father of the four turtles. You forgot Splinter likes to take walks around the sewer twice a day, curing boredom he said when you asked him once.
"My child, were you crying?" Splinter asks.
You sniffled and shook your head, "Allergies, Sensei"
"I can tell in your eyes you are lying. Tell me, what's going on?"
And so you did.
You snitched.
You told him how the turtles hurt you. How they didn't know you've listened to their cruel words.
The look on Splinter's eyes slowly dimmed, his sons, were not nice towards you?
"I'm gonna leave" you decided, Splinter looks up surprised you even claimed such decision. "I can't spend the rest of my life being a burden to everyone. I need a change of pace, I need to leave New York City"
Splinter sighs, "I cannot change your mind. But I do have an offer for you. My Master Yoshi has a friend in Japan called the Ancient One, fly there and tell him Splinter sent you. Tell him your desire to change, he will help you"
Your eyes became misty as tears started to gather, you hugged Splinter tightly and then came up with a plan. The turtles need to know how much you've been hurting, you became a little bit of a bad person.
That night you came back home, calling your tech friend to fake a news, hacking into the lair's tech and played the news.
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"We interrupt this program for some breaking news."
Leo paused sharpening his katana as the news blared on, Raph paused his benching, Donnie came out of his lab and Mikey stared blankly at the TV.
"(Y/N) (L/n) was found dead in her apartment at 21:34, her cause of death is currently unknown."
"No" Leo gasps his eyes widening, the brothers followed, Mikey gagged sprinting towards the bathroom. Leo watches at the apartment building you once live in, burst into flames, the firefighters rushing to put it out.
"Firefighters rush to stop the fire but it is all too late. The body was found with burned beyond recognition and the police have ordered an autopsy... Stay tune for further news"
"She never came back" Mikey croaked, leaning against the door frame. "She went out for pizza and never came back"
"S-She must've went to get more money, went home and then boom" Donnie says rushing towards his computers for answers.
Leo slammed his katana against the ground he was sitting on so hard, it broke into two pieces. He stood facing his hotheaded brother with a menacing look in his eyes.
"Are you happy now?" Leo sharply asked. "You asked for her gone right! You told us, to kick her out right! Well here you go Raphael. She's gone. For good"
"I-I never meant-"
"You knew she was depressed, you knew she fighting on... Raph, you have no idea!" Leo yells.
"BOYS!" the four flinch at their father's tone.
Splinter...
What're they going to tell him?
"What is going on here?" Splinter demands.
"(Y/N)'s dead" Mikey says voice cracking as the tears finally streamed down his face. "She's dead and its all our fault"
"Mikey..." Donnie says comforting his baby brother. "We should've helped sensei... but we... we didn't"
"5 times" Leo says confusing the others. "I saved her 5 times and this time, I couldn't"
"Leonardo..." Splinter sadly said.
Leo shook his head and walked away, the others slowly went their own way to grieve.
Splinter stood there with one though, he hopes you know what you need to do.
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