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ijjstlostthegame · 5 months

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more crystaldory au fanart cause I’m ill about it

That there’s “WAKE UP” was directed at JD more than directed at himself

Au belongs to @tea0w0stache

#trolls #trolls band together #john dory #tbt #trolls tbt #trolls john dory #floyd trolls #Crystaldoryau #I am so normal about this au #I am sooooo normal trust #:3

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flooflepuff · 11 months

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Mother Spore Grian (Heavily based on @sporelings-au)

I was originally going to make it a fanart of the au but then I went ham on the outfit and the idea of having eyes for the whites of the mushroom hat so here we are :3

Yes the outfit is based on a Luna Moth and yes I headcanon the ruby to be from everyone’s favorite Goatfather 🥰

#grian #grian fanart #sporelings au #mother spore #I am so normal about this au #floofledoodle

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candikin · 1 year

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well uh happy birthday @capturecharlesau! I uh.... didn't know what to do so I just made some basic fanart of your au, enjoy

#henry stickmin #henry stickmin au #thsc #thsc au #terrence suave #charles calvin #thsc charles calvin #the henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #i am so normal about this au

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justtrashperson · 2 years

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OH AND ALSO!!!! Agent Clover,,,… The Rage… he earned that nickname for a reason didn’t he

Oh fuck yeah definitely!!!!

The clover codename was given mostly because this bastard is somehow alive against all odds. Like, how is this man still alive, even after everything he have gone through and did

as for the rage title...at first it was a joke. nothing serious, it's just a title for the fact Daithi is an agent that is so emotional. easily angered. and they tease him for it. It was light hearted

...before there was a mission that made that title official.

When an agent get a title, it means they are a higher rank than regular agents. The highest are the unknowns, then elites, below them are the agents with a unique title, and then the rest of the agents

The title Daithi received was because of a mission, where many of the agents that were sent down was injured, and Daithi was one of the agents that was held captive.

And he didn't take it lightly, he didn't. He was drugged after that, to be unconscious.

but instead, against all odds, proving his agent name true, man managed to use those to his advantage, and just

goes on a rampage on these fuckers.

...Let's just say no one dares to actually make him mad mad

#justtrashask #ask #dd-rockin #crime au #irish lads au #daithi de nogla #irish lads #long post #i guess????#i am so normal about this au #<- (lie)#drug mention #kidnapping mention #drug cw

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the-bad-art-blog · 10 months

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Currently fixated on the "personality" I have given to my Ock's actuators.

I imagine them just going between highly technical and extremely simple sentences.

Like:

Actuator 1: Creator you have been without sleep for 53 hours, Cease!

Actuator 2: Father, Sleep, Please.

Actuator 3: *Sees something on the floor* Oh! Shiny!

Actuator 4: Coffee is not an adequate replacement for sleep!

Side note:

The actuators definitely have names, but I haven't decided them yet.

#doc ock #spiderman au #spiderverse au #my au #text post #spiderverse #I am so normal about this au #not fixated at all

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bacchuschucklefuck · 26 days

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while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy #riz gukgak #figueroth faeth #sklonda gukgak #dimension 20 #this. mmmmhhh this is so. I did Not know how to draw this really.#I am very normal about riz (<- lying)#it's a brennan-dm d20 campaign the bad guy is always capitalism (I am saying this with clenched teeth)#riz out of all of them being aroace fucks with me SO bad. bc its also established that elmsville specifically and probably the #majority of solace is not. made for goblins. and that becomes sklonda being worked to the bone and pok dying on the job #and riz spending all his time trying to keep his friends together. maybe to the point of it being injurous #like. do u get what I mean. its an economy of time it takes your time it eats up your time #not just the gukgaks but everyone you have to spend time to get to live and you don't have a lot of time left in a day #and you have to spend it carefully. you have to prioritize #you're somewhere without an established community and companionship is bought with your time spent working #this place doesn't take care of you. at the end of the day who do you have who'd prioritize you. do you understand me #the evolved aroace loathing where if your friends and family are granted more time nobody would have to choose. we live in a society #holds ur hand we live in a society. idk if Im making any sense #anyway . uhhh riz is my favourite that's my statement thank you for listening. au revoir

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kattwatdraws · 9 months

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They come in pairs, do not seperate

Im so normal about them wow- its currently late so i sticked with something simple but bOy cass' au means so much to me actually

Sleep is for the weak when it comes to @somerandomdudelmao fanart !! >:D

#tmnt #donatello #tmnt donatello #tmnt fanart #rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #cass apocalypse fanart #cass apocalypse au #fanart #I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS UPDATE

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tapakah0 · 10 months

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Pt. 10 | Pt. 12

#life of violence era #L.O.V.E #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise of the tmnt #future donnie #future leo #future mikey #future raph #casey junior #bad future au #I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT LAST CAS UPDATE #YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO DRAW WITH THEIR FIXED WORLD

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unepersonnelouche · 3 months

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The sillies :)

#Kay stole her dad’s phone #and Phoenix can’t take a decent selfie #I am so normal about them #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #trucy wright #pess #wrightworth family #adoption all star au #7yg #dadworth #dadnix

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cappycodeart · 6 months

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MORE OF SHARED CUSTODY WINTER! Ah… love watching this perfect little pretty boy go through his ugly cringefail phase, 💕. These doodles are kinda chronological... kinda... top 2 are in babyworld and bottom 3 are obviously in vampworld (also 4th one is a totally legit wow he was there the whooooole tiiiiime edited screenshot, hehe).

#adventure time #atimers #winter king #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #fionna campbell #cake the cat #shared custody au #winter stowaway au #fan art #digital art #flat color #2023 #the bottom two doodles are older but they happen chronologically after these so... they get a pass #I am NOT normal about him I wanna grab him by the arm and swing him around like a feral toddler with a lil plush toy #i love him. I want to watch him suffer #I don't remember what bubblegum in this universe is called...#oh yeah baby finn is there too ig

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clownsuu · 1 year

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i do think it’s quite thoughtful that even though all your men are whores, you still don’t draw anything that would make clown uncomfortable. love the aus btw

There is a fine line between sus and normal stuff- it ain’t hard to be able to make conventionally attractive characters and not make them do anything spicy or even allude to it. There is like this weird expectation that if a character is very attractive, they must be a complete sus magnet LMAO

Though idk how (other) clown would feel that iv started the trend of their child Howdy being buff as shid JDHGDDHDJD-

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naffeclipse · 4 months

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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.