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After reviewing @those-other-ones fanfic Powerless (NSFW 18+ fanfic and account), I was compelled to write a very short continuation! No smut in mine, sorry to disappoint, just some light groping. Constructive criticism appreciated.
Redemption
“Close the door.”   
“Sit.” The Supreme One's clawed finger points to her lavish bed.
He follows her command, scared, hopeful - very hopeful - more than he knows should be.
With his heart thundering in his chest, he barely registers the awkward creak of the bed giving way to his weight upon seating himself.
The Supreme One saunters up to him, removing her gloves and tossing them back to join her discarded cape on the chair. Then she fiddles with some feature or another on her high-tech suit.
The obedience collar is disengaged and unlocked. Drakken is stunned into silence - not that he would know what to say, anyway.
Before he can even feel the air around this part of his neck for the first time in many years, her delicate hands steal the first touch, smooth and cool.
It is clear from her expression that she is studying this part of him that has been concealed from them both. The twitch of her furrowed brow flickering her hardened face from analytical to remorseful.
He has no idea what she is looking at, what it looks like. In some far-off corner of his mind it occurs to him that there are electrical burns seared into his skin from liberal use of the obedience collar, punished for transgressions of love and passion. This is what vexes the unshakeable Supreme One, what gives her pause.
Nostalgia overcomes him, transported back to the Caribbean lair, where her very presence extinguished every racing thought for world domination, leaving him grasping for words, for breath.
Her lips on his skin surprise him once more and he gasps, voice hitching. It is soft, sensual, waves of relief and desire flood him at the sensation of plush lips and lapping tongue, unmistakeably gentle and apologetic.
"Shego!" Her name escapes him, hoarse and broken. Unable to control himself any longer, he embraces her fiercely, practiced in the art of gentleness and reverence in spite of his monstrous strength.
Collar clattering to the floor, her mouth finds his; hot, fierce, familiar. He can feel her, the both of them, shudder from the collision.
As if he hadn't cried enough that night, Drakken's stinging tears fall freely, a wretched sob threatening to crawl out of his throat. In an effort to will it away he bites down on her bottom lip, and she moans in pleasure.
Taking her mouth in his again, he greedily swallows every sound she makes, hungry for her.
One of her hands trails down to his chest, softly pushing him back, not with any force, but a simple command. He obeys like he's been trained to, fear spiking in his chest, the Supreme One, Shego, a pale, green-tinted haze as looks down at her. He can parse that her small, open palm moves to cradle his cheek, thumb grazing his scar.
"I've been treating you pretty badly, haven't I, Doc?" She asks - Shego asks - voice tinged with regret, when she knows she's crossed a line with her teasing, or actually hurt him with her plasma, or any number of the hundreds of memories that return to him in that instance. He'd never even been aware that Shego had shown him so much evidence of being feeling person, of remorse and regret. It's just that she never said sorry.
What he wanted to say was no - it was fine, he could take it. To prove to her, to the Supreme One, that he could handle her punishments, to be the perfect reflection of her regime that her last line of defence, that her personal bodyguard, needed to be. Unflinching, unfeeling. Instead, he found himself nodding in agreement, confessing. He had no more strength left in him to respond in any other way. Wounded. Weakened.
He closes his eyes and rests the full weight of his head in her palm, the events of the night leaving him exhausted, body and soul. Shego holds him, thumb continuing to brush against his cheek, interrupting the slow and steady flow of tears. Then her hand moves to the back of his head, fingers weaving into his hair, guiding him down to her shoulder, but his corrupted body can only crane down so far. The other, he is now aware of, settling on his clothed arousal, miraculously, or ashamedly, still erect.
For a moment, a tortuous and wonderful moment, she simultaneously kisses the freed crook of his neck and palms his erection, eliciting a groan.
"Let me take care of you."
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legendary-guest · 4 days
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"Eddie-Bear!" "A-Amy!"
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legendary-guest · 13 days
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Happy 100th Drakgo fanfic!
To think an idea I suggested would be the subject of your 100th fanfic is something I did not think could happen. To be a part of such a milestone and to inspire such a funny piece for an iconic part of Dr. Drakken is nothing short of the highest honour. Tangents about traitorous henchmen, discovering KP, origins of his rivalry with Professor Dementor, childhood illness, all weaving together to build backstory for Dr. D, chatterbox extraordinaire. My favourite detail is him not being able to handle the sensation of insects crawling all over him anymore - not that anyone really tolerates such things - but it differentiates him from Ron's aversion to bugs (whom he mirrors), making his disdain for them distinctly Drakken.
Delightfully menacing is right! Too bad eagle-eyed, sharp-tongued, fashion-forward Shego is probably (definitely) right; love her comment. She isn't going to let her foray into teaming up with a villain be the subject of easy mockery. (Even if he does look good in red....)
Food poisoning! Mixing up salt with something from the lab - again! Argh, he already has this gnarly scar and heavy eyebags, what's so bad about changing hue? Not the worst thing that has ever happened to him! And he has the gall to paint Shego as being unreasonable! Sidekicks, am I right? Canned, raucous laughter goes here.
He needs a Geiger counter around the kitchen. You know, to prevent further cases of food poisoning, and turning blue(er).
@gogofordrakgo, thank you for being a lovely person to talk to, for listening to me, for encouraging me, and for this fanfic. Thank you.
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@legendary-guest had a brilliant idea about Drakken using tools from his lab when cooking or eating and I immediately had to write this! Go check out her corresponding artwork when you're done reading!
Midnight Writes: #1
Unrelated but happy 100th drakgo fic to me!
“It was a Tuesday and I had made my normal chicken lo mein and I couldn’t find any chopsticks, so I grabbed two of my screwdrivers, and used those instead. After a few bites, I felt a little strange. Hot, and shaky. Sure I was getting the flu I called… Samuels, I think, was my primary henchman at the time…? And had him shut down my takeover-the-world plans for the week. Nobody needs sick henchmen, trust me! They’re a pathetic breed. 
Samuels and some other henchmen stole my plans and attempted to enact them without me, to take the world for themselves. That’s how I learned about Kim Possible, but that’s a story for a different day. Well, actually, you already know that story, don’t you? It was you Samuels defected to.
Anyhow, I went to take a shower since I’d gotten so feverish I was sweating and I noticed my fingertips were turning blue! I kept turning the water hotter trying to warm them up, which was peculiar because other than feeling like I was sick I didn’t feel particularly cold. 
After giving myself mild burns in the shower I recalled being six and getting food poisoning! My mother really shouldn’t be allowed near pork chops…. Well, I’d gotten so sick then that I kept having hallucinations. I never could handle the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin again after that! I chalked it up to the same thing. I’d been rushing, and likely undercooked the chicken!
It took forty-eight or so hours for me to sleep off the food poisoning, and when I finally was stable enough I realized I had turned blue. But, well, it completed the look. It was a shame, too. It made my old red labcoats look delightfully menacing, though I know you know that, with how fast you stole the color after I switched. But Shego came along and was adamant that she didn’t want us walking around looking like ‘rejected elves trying to steal Christmas’ so blue it was! Good thing I look stunning in all colors, right, Dementor?
I don’t know what I put in that lo mein…. I probably swapped the salt with something from the lab again.
Can you believe Shego tries to say it was because I used those screwdrivers to eat? ‘You were working with radioactive explosives that very day!’ 
Psh! She thinks I didn’t sterilize them before eating with them! Ha! Everyone knows fire cleans everything.  
But yes, that’s the story! I turned blue from food poisoning.”
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legendary-guest · 16 days
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@gogofordrakgo wrote something that included a red lab coat and I was compelled to bring it to life. Blue and red are one of my favourite colour combinations, I just had to see what it'd look like on Drakken. I went for a young Dr. D; he has not been at it for very long, but he's developed some muscle. Experimented with skin tones and the scar to see how they would look!
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legendary-guest · 19 days
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Very cute piece! Love the hand on Shea's back, small things like this really get to me.
Ah, Drew. Oblivious as ever! Perhaps for the best, eh? Shea seems to think it's something of an endearing quality. Love the glimpse of her joyous face, very, very sweet. Only good things can come of this! Right...?
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♥HAPPY BIRTHDAY!♥
Much love for my favorite fic and author, @gofordrakgo​ / @gogofordrakgo​. ♥
Fun fact! You can read Dwelling right here on tumblr! Also found on A03 and FFnet. I adore it so. Please give it a read. ;w;
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legendary-guest · 20 days
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DNAmy headcanons because I can, and I like her!
Her other hobby is photography. She loves taking photos of her Cuddle Buddy collection and uploading them to the Cuddle Buddy website's extensive catalogue! She's quite good at it, incorporating proper lighting and even setting them up in little scenes to look like they're living in domestic bliss.
Her homemade creatures are also the subject of these photography sessions, dressed in cute clothes and accessories. They aren't the best at staying still....
She's been a panellist at several Cuddle Buddy conventions - and banned from others.
Favourite books are Flowers for Algernon and Pride and Prejudice. (She cried her heart out over Flowers for Algernon - she is so glad that her breakthroughs in genetic mutation are permanent).
A fan of historical romance novels in general, especially of the more indulgent kind.
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legendary-guest · 23 days
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In my mind's eye, this plays out like a horror story. The second-hand embarrassment is so potent, so lethal, I had to stop in my first reading of it. Not even I, progenitor of this disaster of a ship, could withstand the initial fallout.
The sour cherry on the melted sundae is a great metaphor, very unique, I quite liked that.
Despite his fatigue reducing him to caveman levels of language, Drakken is so ready to get into an argument with Shego when she accuses him of changing the code; not like she wasn't egging him on this time. It wouldn't be them without petty quibbling at unwelcome moments. I think a full-blown argument would have been preferable to their discovery.
The dread, the sheer dread when he leans in to listen, and those lines!
20 African elephants couldn't withstand the life-destroying properties of those lines from Motor Ed and DNAmy - mostly Ed. Better ride than my Harley?! Even the transcribed groan, no! Actually insane, actually nuts! Hell on Earth. Hell on Earth!
Love, adore, Amy's correction, and the nickname! The situation is ridiculous, so ridiculous, but that moment is so cute!
Feeling the glow before hearing it is a fantastic detail, I quite like that.
The screaming!
What have I done, what have I done?!
The sweet mutterings afterwards are very endearing, though. Yes, I am in so deep with this ridiculous pairing that I made. Yes, I do love torturing myself.
If Drakken weren't so tired, I am certain he'd be on the verge of a heart attack. Call the ambulance to the lair, this is the scene. Drakken taking Shego's hand is so sweet, I love very small things like this. Let it go, they'll deal with them later. Possible has really got them beaten down and now this.
The final sentences. Motor Ed, stealing the show. So brazen. Rank. Foul. Disgusting. SO GROSS!
IT'S BRILLIANT! How did you come up with that? Ugh, it's so foul, so insanely foul and so him!
HAUNTING FINAL LINES THAT PUT THE GREATEST HORROR WRITERS TO SHAME! This was so fantastic. SO NUTS, SO INSANE! Everyone should know that the two of them doing it in the Drakgo bed was BCB's idea, I have yet to be so diabolical as to think of such things.
The cringe. Only the finest, only the best, the highest quality around. I really did not know what would happen when I posted about this pairing. Like DNAmy's feelings towards her homemade creatures, I adore such abominations, and yet, I am not blind to its utter monstrosity.
I'm weird, I do like these moments of genuine softness, like the cooing and Dr. D taking Shego's hand. It rounds it out nicely into, not just a funny story, but, you know, these couples love each other, despite the crazy circumstances.
I honestly feel a little like this right now -
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As well as this -
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I am not a huge fan of GIF use in posts, but, I will make this the exception. Thank you, BCB, I both love and hate this. I want to see it prosper, and I also want to see it die a horrible death. You have perfectly captured the sheer chaos in which this ship thrives on. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This was so lovely of you to do for me, I adore it to pieces.
[sorry not sorry]
The cool of the lair was welcome against Drakken's sweat-dampened skin as he and Shego walked through the cave in near-darkness. He could have turned the lights up, but his exhaustion demanded only that he fall into bed as swiftly as possible, if his sore limbs could even bring him that far; seeing his way there was a secondary concern.
"I get the shower," Shego said unnecessarily as they approached their room, a sharp edge to her tone borne of the frustration of their defeat coupled with just how tired they were. Having Possible blow up the hover-car with their own laser had been humiliating, but running from the teen and the cops for miles had been the sour cherry on top of the sticky, melted sundae of their failed plot.
Drakken gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgement as they approached the doors, and his muscles ached as he quickened his pace, the promise of soft oblivion motivating him. But then as he reached the automatic doors...they didn't open.
"Dr. D., what gives?" Shego asked, pushing her frizzed hair back before setting her hands on her hips.
Drakken was already reaching for the keypad to input the code to unlock the door, scowling at the delay. It should have opened at their presence, but he was too eager for bed to consider that he hadn't in fact locked the door when they left that day.
The door didn't respond to the code.
"Could you hurry up already?" Shego said.
"It's...broken," Drakken said, feeling his every nerve ending tingle with the desperation to lie down.
"How is it broken? Move," Shego said, shouldering Drakken aside to try the code herself.
When two tries from her yielded nothing, Drakken started looking the door up and down as if it were an enemy he was sizing up.
"Did you change the code?"
"No, why would I—"
"Wait. Dr. D.... Did you hear something?"
Drakken had paused, leaned against the door in his exhaustion as Shego started in, but now he turned and pressed his ear against the cold metal as Shego's brow furrowed.
His eyes widened. There was sound within their bedroom. He closed his eyes tightly and focused, trying to bring the rise and fall of different pitches into something recognizable.
And then, his eyes popped open as it did.
"Onh, seriously Ames... You're a better ride than my Harley."
"Call me...DNAmy... Eddie-Bear."
Drakken felt the heat of Shego's glow before he heard it crackle, and turned to see her face changing color as a combination of fury and disbelief overtook her features as rapidly as he knew disgust was claiming his.
"Is that...your cousin...and that geneticist...!?"
"In...our bed," Drakken finished in a whisper, his mouth having gone dry.
He couldn't begin to form another thought as combined shouts of ecstasy, one piercing in pitch and the other guttural and triumphant sounded from within their bedroom.
Shego's hands flared. Drakken whirled and pounded his fist against the door.
"Eddie!" he shouted. "What are you doing in my lair!?"
"Sheesh, 'Cous, at least give us some time in the afterglow, seriously."
"Eddie!"
Silence was the reply, except for muttered soft cooings that made Drakken's hair stand on end. He opened his mouth to tell Shego to break the door down, but then thought better of it. He wanted to see his cousin in bed with DNAmy even less than he'd wanted to hear them.
"Ugh, forget it Dr. D. Let's...just go to my room."
The call to rest was more tempting in the moment than dealing with his cousin, and so Drakken acquiesced, took her hand after the glow diminished to follow her down the hall. But before they were out of earshot, one final blow left Drakken in doubt of getting any peace that evening:
"Oh, and 'Cous? You might want to have Green burn these sheets later. This was only round three and I've still got plenty of gas to fuel my babe, seriously!"
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[all this because @legendary-guest said Eddie won't do it in Amy's frilly pink bed, and she won't do it in his race car bed (with actual race car), so they compromised on...Drakgo's bed. nicknames Ames and Eddie-Bear belong to Legendary, haha. this one's for you, friend!]
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So, who put himself in this mess for this to happen? Dr. D. Nice to know he was always self-foiling.
"I think I will hire a beautiful young woman despite my obvious loneliness and desire for 'companionship' (romance)."
Fantastic song choice by the way, love it for them.
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[Don't Stand So Close To Me plays distantly in the lab]
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This is a scene that I have read and a piece of art for said scene that is pretty interesting.
Very unique building block for the rebellious Shego we all know and love.
Then, the frankly enabling behaviour of a young Dr. D.
If you ask me, he should be kissing those scratches better, but what do I know....
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“You really need to give me a key to the gate.“ “You tried climbing the fence, didn’t you?” - The Company You Keep, Chapter 13
Because I definitely needed to draw an entire kitchen just for this one little corner of it….
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legendary-guest · 28 days
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Say it with Flowers
Drakken and Shego are talking about one thing or another. Maybe it's the subject of their relationship, their feelings, their future. In a vulnerable moment for him, the petals make their debut. He's irritated, but defeated in this moment, so he leaves them. Maybe he sits down if they're standing or turns away.
Whatever it is, Shego's there, wry smirk, glint of mischief in her eye, and something else. She reaches up to pick a petal off.
"He loves me." Then another. "He loves me not."
He just watches her, mouth slightly agape. She doesn't look at him whilst she is doing this, her mischievous look softening to gentleness.
"He loves me not." There is one last petal left around his neck. She looks at him in anticipation.
He just stares at her in awe, processing this whole little game she's played - the fact that she said - she said he loves her and he loves her not and...
"He loves you." He responds, then winces, corrects himself.
"I-I mean - I - I love you! I...I love you, Shego."
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legendary-guest · 29 days
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Ron Stoppable would 100% become Therapy Naked Mole Rat in the future. Forget destiny, forget Mystical Monkey Power, forget being a sidekick to KP.
He is going to dress up in a naked mole rat suit and take phone calls from random strangers on the Internet and listen to their problems. It is so much easier than saving the world, and he is still helping people!
He has KP as a guest, as well as Dr. Drakken and Shego.
Yes, I love Therapy Gecko.
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legendary-guest · 1 month
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My secret crack pairing is Motor Ed/DNAmy.
Amy already has great taste in men, there's nothing that needs to be altered on her end to get her to find him attractive. Well, what about Ed?
It's her chassis. It's huge. Her assets. You know. She's so forward, too, it really doesn't take a lot from him to get her to go along with things.
I imagine a first encounter would induce such extreme second-hand embarrassment to anyone who happens to be around them. Here is one version.
Who approaches whom - Ed. He's busy 'window shopping' in that café in Graduation, since he attended the ceremony. He needs a pick-me-up after seeing Green and cousin Drew practically hook-up on stage. Yeah, yeah, more fish in the sea but, ugh, where's he gonna find another babe like that? She fought him with that green magic and had long, beautiful black hair and her bo - Whoa.
He spots her.
Seriously. She's not a 10, but she's enough - actually, more than enough - a rejection is unlikely. He's played this game before.
One of two things could happen - she reciprocates his advances, or she turns him down. Turning him down would mean that Motor Ed would, potentially, have to compete for her attentions with the petrified corpse of a genetically altered British man obsessed with monkeys. This is insanely funny, and would be awesome. The girl he really wants is with his cousin with a receding hairline, and being rejected by a woman he is settling for could hurt his ego enough, incense him enough to really, truly pursue her. Besides, what does that - what - thing have that he doesn't? He's tall, he's tan, he's smart, he's handsome, he has an awesome mullet. What, she likes hairy guys? He's a hairy guy! Just take a look, seriously.
Option two is she reciprocates. Now, she may be committed to pursuing Monty, committed to him emotionally, but now that she's got him...what's one more? After all, after she completed her collection of Cuddle Buddies, she felt the need to make her own! She openly flirts with Mr. Barkin and even lead on Dr. Drakken. There's no way this woman doesn't go astray every now and again (frequently). He's cute, sure, but is he smart? O, he's a mechanical engineer - maybe she has heard of him - best in the country! She's a geneticist, she says, which leads into Ed using a rather awful pick-up line about not having taken biology in forever and needing a tutor.
O, doctor, it would be my pleasure. Ending the sentence with a girlish giggle and a punch to his arm. The punch doesn't hurt, but she's got some strength to her! He makes a comment about how he likes a girl that can scrap - then she really comes on to him, hand on his chest, eyes half-lidded. She tells him, in as many words, she can be real bad if that's what he really likes.
Ed likes where this is going. Really, really likes where this is going. Seriously.
It's clear that this conversation needs a change of scenery. Before they run off, she mentions that they can't leave behind Monty. Who? O, this thing. He decides to show off, picks up Monkey Fist's statue in one easy gesture it's built weird, he thinks, and sure, it's on the heavier side of things he can lift for extended periods of time, but he's got that adrenaline in him right now and she's looking up at him in awe, in surprise, and then...well, they gotta get going!
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Thank you so much for answering my questions! I always love picking the brains of authors, so this seemed like a good opportunity to do so!
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"🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?"
well. one day in 2004 when visiting my cousin in the hospital after her car accident. i missed an episode of Bonanza, due to...you know, being at the hospital. this was back in ye olden days of TV guides, recording things on VCR's, and....no....wikis.... not like we have now. no sites to tell you everything, no screencaps, no youtube... and ye olde dial-up internet days. and anyway.... the TV guide descrip made that episode sound thrilling. and...and i just had to know!
and i knew... i remember, knowing in my heart. that if i went online and tried to find out what happened. i'd never get off the computer again. well, i was right. the short conclusion to this tale is i found specific Bonanza fansites loaded with fanfiction!!! and i devoured it. i wanna say within the same month? i was hand-writing fanfic in spiral notebooks for Bonanza. still have that spiral notebook and that unfinished fic, literally locked in a treasure chest. and i still remember the entire plot, what i planned to do with it... yeah.
no, i never did find out what was in that episode i missed/didn't get to record... like i said, no wikis or anything of that nature... (we had to leave from school that day so i didn't get to go home and program the VCR; i'd not known that morning we'd be going to the hospital later.) and they didn't re-run the episode again... so i've still not seen it... but, i started writing fanfic that summer. a defining moment in my life. and yes, my cousin is well!
"🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?"
ohhh, hmmm... idk if i could scale it. maybe right in the middle, a 5 or 6? this will make more sense if i describe my process perhaps.
so if i'm really in the writing zone, i just...plow ahead until i'm finished. and then i go back and edit. when i'm "in the zone" oftentimes i don't see things that could genuinely be improved by better phrasing, better language choices... they just elude me cuz i'm so hyperfixated on the story and it's so clear in my head, so, of course it's great on the page! (example: Forfeit was written this way.) usually i then just quickly fix obvious typos/grammar things and toss the fic into the void. then i'll return a few months later when it's no longer fresh, and then see soooo many things that could be better, and depending on my mood i'll go back and heavily edit, or, i won't.
the other process... if i'm not "in the zone" usually i write a few lines, get stuck, and to get myself unstuck i go back and edit what i've done. fixing things, adding things... and usually once those few lines are edited i have the next ones ready to be written in my head. it's a slower process overall.
editing for other people is a whole different ball game. i love doing that (as long as i'm in the mood/have the energy/time) because it helps me refine my writing craft too, in trying to assist someone with a totally different style than mine. it's great. and i've edited/beta-read for so many diff people now with such a variety of styles it's really making me more aware of my own, and how it's changed over the years. and i also just enjoy helping people.
the idea of something getting better just appeals to me i guess. it's a good feeling, it's productive. so in that sense, i enjoy editing. if i feel really stuck on a project, then it can become just another slow-down however. that would be the only negative i suppose.
"🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?"
haha, already answered this in a prior ask but i'll choose a different one.
i spent days learning how to waltz properly. all the techniques, and the process by which one learns... to write one character teaching another character, very, very methodically. and apparently i did it well, i received a comment about it from someone who actually waltzes professionally if i remember correctly who was very pleased with my writing of it! can i waltz? or dance at all? no, no i cannot. but i could probably talk someone else through how to learn!
thank you SO much for the ask!!! ^_^
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legendary-guest · 1 month
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I love how threatening and vile he looks, it's so fantastic. It bears repeating, but the way you've translated his weird nose is great, leaving lots of room between it and his mouth, giving him quite a long philtrum, actually. You've even drawn his scar as if it were a keloid scar - why didn't I think of that? That's so great, such a great translation of the permanent stitch on his face! Receding hairline, great, love it. Love the wiry, greasy quality of the hair. The very thick monobrow, 10/10. Thin upper lip - GREAT! There's so much here that brings it all together. I know the sharp teeth are more of a fun thought experiment, but the way they work here, giving him a shark-like appearance, is great. Maybe a little cheesy, or self-indulgent, but not totally. I can believe that this is some sort of slasher villain intended to be scary. TL; DR love the threat, love the translation, love the ugliness, vileness, love a good, old, mean Dr. D.
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I don't really know. I just had this idea of combining @kerenitychan 's sharkteeth Dr. Drakken art with @creatorping 's muzzled moodulated Drakken art. Suddenly felt stressed and thus started doodling harder. Then one thing led to the other. The art got out of hand...
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Had I the foresight to know what I'd help bring into this world...would I ask for more?
Nay. I shall be merciful.
Here is a song
This is so insanely funny, thank you for this, Flower! It is already a treasured piece of debauchery. Perfect censorship, might I add. Don't believe he is S(o) T(he) D(Rama) free? Just take a look for yourself....
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He's been trying to contact you about your car insurance... 'cause you need one after this.
Based on... this post.
@legendary-guest pointed out an STD test and that he'd smell of car...so well... added that and an airrefreshner. This image popped up in my mind and well, here ya go. 🤣🤣
I'm not a Motor Ed girlie but I hope you guys like this!!
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legendary-guest · 1 month
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One of my favourite drawings of Shego, ever, full stop.
This rendition is clearly based off of an early expression sheet of her, where her eyes are distinctly triangular and longer.
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Even the gesture is reminiscent of other early iterations.
I can easily see this adjustment of her glove leading right into this expression, where she seems to have spotted a broken nail.
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The show's style fluctuates a lot between different seasons, most notably seasons one and two, and between different pieces of merchandise and promotional art. It's a very challenging style, I would love to do a complete breakdown of it sometime. Hopefully soon.
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