#oc skye blue

[sheppyscribbles]

Dusky Skye

"Observation: This is the third time in two minutes that you've reached to fidget with your jacket, Skye."

The massive Umbreon-morph grunted softly and let go of the zipper. His recent considerable bulk provided plenty of insulation from the drizzly chill of the city night, but he still found himself missing the days when he could zip up his coat. "… it's … uh. Reflex. Yeah. The drizzle and all. I keep forgetting I don't wear glasses anymore, so … uh. Yeah. I try to clean them."

"Skye … you never were very good at lying." The holographic projection of a Skitty in Skye's eyepiece smiled, but its vocoder was modulated to show concern. "I can only help you as much as you give me honest feedback. What's on your mind?"

"I …" He actually had to stop a moment and compose his thoughts. Much as he looked like a massive uncaring brute, under the considerable tonnage he was the same bundle of social anxiety and complex PTSD that he had been as a human. "… I'm afraid people are gonna stare at me. That I'll scare them, or … or look like a huge target for some asshole to try to attack." He sighed, ears splaying, and leaned against a wall, turning his face away from the stinging little droplets of rain. "More things change, the more they stay the same, huh."

"Hey." Skit-chan played a little animation of bumping her nose against his cheek. "In a neighborhood like this, it's reasonable to worry about getting attacked … but you and I both know you can handle yourself in a fight now. As for staring … let's be honest, Skye. You're somewhere around ten feet tall and parts of you glow like a neon sign. If anything, people are going to go out of their way to ignore you out of spite."

He paused and looked around slowly. Not a pair of eyes on him at all. People had places to be, things to do, phones to scroll. No time for more than a passing glance at the hulking dark-type. The knot in his chest slowly unworked itself, and his shoulders settled down and back. "… you make a good point, Skit-chan."

"You programmed me to~."

#luprand art #furry art #pokemon #pokemorph #fat furry #musclechub #gentle giant #umbreon #skitty #cyberpunk #neon lights #oc skye blue #oc skit-chan

[leona-florianova]

Mayhem for @blue-skyes-above.

Thank ye for commissioning me o//

#other peoples cool ocs #mayhem #blue skyes above #o/// #my art #thank ye again #commission #bust

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Just realized that I never posted this gorgeous image of these two goofballs that @plvtosun made, so I'm posting it just in time for Valentine's Day. 🖤🖤🖤

My rainbow beauty Lucy and the Devil from Bluesklok giving her a flower "not of this realm." You can't quite see it because of upload quality, but the edges of the flower are rainbow like her hair.

Still so in love with this image, still have it as my phone background, I swear I'm normal about Rainbow Blues.

#metalocalypse #lucy skye desmond #metalocalypse oc #the blues devil #blues devil #rainbow blues #mtl oc #the wicker man mtl #the wicker man mtl fic #art i commissioned

[lucyskyedesmond]

CHAPTER 20 of THE WICKER MAN

Chapter 20 is finally up and it is here! Happy May Day everyone!!!

This is 100% based on the image that accompanies Dance Macabre by Ghost.

#metalocalypse #the blues devil #blues devil mtl #the wickerman mtl #lucy skye desmond #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #the wicker man mtl #rainbow blues #my art

[dyzzythedemon]

I'm just drawing gay shit now, I dare people to stop me.

#dezra darkhold #pyxis #skye wellheart #castle #night #purple #blue #dnd #pathfinder #dnd5e #5e #dndart #artists on tumblr #dnd oc #ocs #dungeons and dragons #fanart #dnd fanart #queer #queer art #queer artist #spicy #head tilt #art #my art

[kcuf-ad]

TRICKSTAR OC MONSTERS!

Trickstar Iristaff: Level 3 -Tuner - Light Fairy - Attack: 1400. Defense: 300. Effect: If you control a Trickstar Field Spell: Special Summon this card from your hand and destroy the Field Spell. If this card is Normal or Special Summoned: Summon 1 Level 4 or lower Trickstar monster from your graveyard, but banish it when it leaves the field and its effects are negated. If your opponent would Special Summon from the Extra Deck, this card can deal 200 points of damage.

Trickstar Viola Sylph: Synchro - Level 7 - Light Fairy - Attack: 2400. Defense: 2300. Effect: When this card is Synchro Summoned: Deal 200 points of damage for every Trickstar card on your field. If this card leaves the field: deal 200 points of damage for every one of its Levels. Banish this card from your deck: Add 1 Trickstar card from your deck.

#yugioh #yugioh oc #skye zaizen #aoi zaizen #blue angel #yugioh vrains #trickstars #haven't planned out the designs just yet

[livslunaticdamiansdisciple18]

Be My First! Skye Blue

Skye Blue x Khalise Brown

Warnings: Cuteness!!

Word Count: 296

A/N: Let’s get into it.

Khalise is your name.

Hope you like it.

Khalise awoke to the soft morning light shining through the curtains. She stretched and lazily embraced the comfort of her bed, until she felt her lover’s body nestled against her back, sending a wave of excitement throughout her body.

The warmth of Skye’s skin on hers stirred a fire inside her heart. With a smile on her lips, she rolled to face her and opened her eyes, only to find her own gaze already burning into hers.

“Morning,” she greeted her with a smile, and she immediately returned her smile, flashing one of those rare, playful ones that always gave her butterflies.

“Good morning,” Skye murmured back as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Her touch was like electric shocks jolting through her senses, sending her into a heavenly haze.

“What has put that look on your face?” She tilted her head at her, both curious and amused.

She suddenly felt shy as she found herself unable to meet her gaze. She didn’t usually get weak-kneed like this but her enthusiasm seemed to pierce through her and stir up some unknown emotion.

“I want you to be my first,” she blurted out finally, and it felt like she was releasing all the secrets she’d been keeping locked in her heart since the day they met.

She seemed to recognize the significance of those words – there was something else burning in her gaze now, something that matched the intense desire she felt for her.

“I want you to be my first, too.” She smiled, and with that, they sealed their unspoken, mutual longing into something unbreakable.

From then on, they’d experience life together, hand in hand, and Khalise was never happier. This was what she wanted – the two of them, together, forever.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so so much. <33333

#skye blue #skye blue x oc

[acidicabsolgutz]

Doodle post feat. Zora Salazar from hit webseries Epithet Erased

#my art crap #my ocs #small art account #epithet erased #oc #zora salazar #alastair grimsbury #skyes salazar #skyes’ the blue mf in Zora’s outfit bc. salazar. #heh. hehe #me and my friends made it an inside joke that Skyes commits identity theft under the name of Zora McChungus Salazar III and its peak comedy #also featuring live Alastair reaction bc my sense of humor is at an all time low /pos

[chaylikeswrestlefanfics]

Who here likes Darby Allin!??! If so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read my new wrestling fanfiction, Envious Son on Wattpad!! I need more reads on this, would mean a lot to me. Thanks! 🖤💀🐺🦂🛹

#darby allin #sting #aew sting #aew #aew fanfiction #aew fic #samuel ratsch #oc character fanfiction #oc character #skye blue #wrestler moose #impact wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #smackdown #raw #nxt #roh #ring of honor #aew dante martin #dante martin #aew top flight #coffin drop #scorpion deathdrop #scorpion deathlock #Rebel for life #too sweet 🤘 #nwo wolfpac

[brokenhardies]

54

Skye and Fridge!

#its the lyric 'wild woman dont get the blues/but lately ive been crying like a tall child' #OC: Skye #story: monster

[mayhempro]

Mayhem Pro Wrestling is a semi-au, kayfabe, discord based efed, that's been up and running since 2021! If you're looking for a unique, fun, and welcoming group where YOU get to book your own matches, write your own story, and make some friends - or enemies - along the way, Mayhem is your next destination! In MPW, you have your character's career in your hands, and you get to decide how their story unfolds.

We're marching right on towards our next marquee Pay Per View event, Darkness Falls 3, which will air live Sunday, May 5th! But today, we're shining a spotlight on our Fatales Division, with a special call out post to bring in some of our most wanted femme presenting wrestlers! The MPW Fatales Championship is one of our longest reigning championships, complete with its annual all-women show! Consider bringing in one of our most wanted ladies today, and get in on the action!

most wanted femme fatales :

Mariah May, Billie Starkz, Alexa Bliss, Jamie Hayter, Utami Hayashishita, Tam Nakano, Mayu Iwatani, Maki Itoh, Yuka Sakazaki, Skye Blue, Rhea Ripley, Kylie Rae, Mercedes Mone, Becky Lynch, Asuka, Kairi Sane, Athena, Kris Statlander, Mina Shirakawa, Tara Zep, Risa Sera, Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Hikaru Shida, Abadon, Emi Sakura, AZM, Rina Yamashita, Dakota Kai, Tiffany Stratton, Sandra Moone, Queen Aminata, & Lady Frost!

#wwe rpg #wrestling rpg #nxt rpg #wrestling rp #aew rp #aew rpg #efed rpg #wwe rp #efed rp #stardom rpg #all elite wrestling rp #indie wrestling rpg #joshi wrestling rpg #oc rpg #discord rpg #billie starkz #utami hayashishita #skye blue #kylie rae

[mermaidchan05]

Vesuvia Weekly: "Let's take a moment."

Saw the "How to Cry" prompt and immediately thought of that one paid scene in Nadia's route, after the carriage crash in the forest (book IX chapter 2 for anyone curious) so... Scene Rewrite With My OC time!

2600 words, featuring Nadia, apprentice Chimalus, and their familiar, Skye the bluebird. Starts directly after the crash itself.

Slight mentions of blood and thunderstorms (and people reacting to both lol) but mostly Nadia angst and some fluff.

“Chimalus… Chimalus!”

Chimalus stirred. Someone was calling them. And there was a rather high-pitched sound right in their ear. They felt their brows crease. It took a moment for them to figure out how to open their eyes.

The first thing they saw was a blue and brownish blur. Skye. The bluebird was right in their face, chirping frantically with worry. Then Skye moved aside… and Nadia was right there.

Chimalus thought that the carriage crash must have rattled them pretty badly. They couldn’t think of any other reason for Nadia to look so openly worried.

“Chimalus, are you alright?” Nadia gasped.

Chimalus tried to move. Were they okay?

They didn’t get much chance to find out. Nadia wrapped her arms around them and carefully extricated them from… whatever they were tangled up in. By the time Nadia had set them shakily on their feet, they had enough wherewithal to notice that the collision had thrown them from the carriage entirely. They had crashed into some heavy branches. And belatedly, Chimalus heard the sound of hooves pounding across the ground.

The horses had broken free. Which was technically a good thing… but it did leave them all stranded.

“Nadia…”

Nadia ignored their call… or maybe she didn’t hear it under the crash of the pouring rain. She pressed a gentle hand to Chimalus’ forehead. When she drew back, her fingertips were stained crimson.

“You’re injured!” Nadia’s expression melted into sorrow. “This is my fault…”

Skye chirped sadly. She settled on Chimalus’ shoulder, finding the little gap between their cloak and their neck, and gently headbutted their cheek. Chimalus shakily brought a hand to their own head. There was definitely a gash up there. But they felt mostly steady on their feet. Their vision was as clear as it had ever been. They weren’t dizzy, and nothing felt broken.

“Nadia, I’m alright,” they assured her.

They had hoped Nadia would be relieved. But she looked almost angry.

“No, Chimalus, you are not alright,” she all but snapped. “Come here. Let me help you.”

Chimalus had no chance to protest. Not that they wanted to. Nadia simply scooped them up, carrying them bridal-style. That particular thought made Chimalus blush. They hid their face in Nadia’s shoulder.

Somehow, Nadia managed to open the door to the broken carriage while still carrying Chimalus. She carefully set them down on one of the padded benches. She lingered there for a moment, her fingers trailing along their cheek, before she finally pulled back and sat across from them.

“This is the second carriage this week,” Nadia sighed.

She nervously ran a hand through her hair. Then she shook her head, took a slightly deeper breath, and inspected Chimalus again. One glance at their forehead was enough to send her looking all around the carriage, searching for something. Eventually, she turned to her own torn, rain-soaked sleeve. She ripped off a strip of fabric.

“Hold still,” she said gently. “This may sting.”

She held the damp rag up to the cut on Chimalus’ forehead. She kept it there, staring so intently that Chimalus started to blush again. When Nadia pulled back, the bleeding had stopped.

“There,” said Nadia. “Now you are alright. Though perhaps we should have you see a palace physician when we return…”

“I’m fine, Nadia,” said Chimalus, completely unconvincingly.

Nadia’s lips twitched into a frown. She put a hand on Chimalus’ shoulder, gently easing them against the bench so they were able to rest their head against the carriage wall. Nadia still didn’t look fully happy even after that.

“Nadia, really, it’s alright,” Chimalus insisted.

Sadly, they were clearly trembling a little when they reached for Nadia’s hand. And Skye’s reproachful chirp didn’t help.

“You will be,” Nadia said firmly. “I am truly sorry that you were injured at all.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Chimalus. “Really. That creature…”

They trailed off. They weren’t sure if they wanted to talk about the figure that had appeared before them, the flash of white illuminated by a strike of lightning.

The cause of the crash.  

Nadia’s expression turned more serious, if that were possible. “You saw it as well, then. I thought it was…” She stopped, almost looking annoyed. She stared out the carriage window for a moment before shaking her head. Her expression turned resolute. “We cannot stay in this carriage forever. I… suppose we should start walking.”

Chimalus sat up a little straighter. They were sure that they could get back on their feet. And finding some sort of place where any future thunder wouldn’t make the carriage shake was a very tempting idea. But Nadia didn’t look like she was ready to go.

“Nadia?”

Nadia looked up at them.

“We should take a moment,” said Chimalus. “Maybe the rain will slow down.”

For a split second, Nadia looked curious. Confused. Then a faint blush crept across her cheeks. She knew exactly what Chimalus was hoping for. But she wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

“Well,” she said slowly. “I suppose if you need to take a break…”

Chimalus had to hide a fond laugh. But their smile quickly slipped. Nadia was clearly tense. Her fists were clenched, pressed against her lap. Her mouth was set into a thin, tight line. She stared out the window again, practically glaring at the trees.

“Nadia… are… are you alright?” Chimalus asked.

The answer was obvious. And made all the more so by Nadia’s frown.

Nadia was silent for a long moment. Her expression softened just the slightest bit. And she let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping.

“No,” she admitted. “No, I am not. Everything is falling apart, Chimalus, and it’s only been three months.” She closed her eyes, grimacing. “The court is corrupt. The city is falling apart. Perhaps irreparably so. My sister is here. Portia has been lying to me, and I’ve no idea who to trust. Frankly, Chimalus, I am perhaps a little upset about all these very stressful things.”   

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Chimalus said gently.

Nadia didn’t even hear them. She took a deep, trembling breath. She kept her eyes closed as she attempted to compose herself. It didn’t work. She drew her knees up to her chest and hid her face.

“And now… I have managed to hurt you.”

Her shoulders were trembling. At first, Chimalus thought it might be because of the cold. They sat a little straighter, ready to put their cloak over her, for whatever little warmth a soaking wet cloak would offer.

Then Nadia looked up. A single tear trailed down her cheek, mingling with the rainwater.

“I suppose it’s only fair I pay for my mistakes.”

Words wouldn’t reach her in this state. So Chimalus acted. They slid off of their seat, carefully crossed the carriage, and sat down beside her. Just as carefully, fingers feather-light, they brushed away some of Nadia’s tears. They could only hope it helped. And Nadia felt so cold… but Chimalus didn’t quite dare to huddle closer. It might not have been proper, even after everything.

Nadia made that decision for them. She leaned against Chimalus, hiding her face in their cloak. And she cried.

Chimalus gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They didn’t say a word. Just then, they knew that Nadia needed silent support far more than she needed any sort of reassurance or platitudes. Though that didn’t stop Skye from adorably nestling on Nadia’s shoulder instead of sitting on Chimalus. Chimalus smiled at that. In their opinion, nothing was a better comfort than some extra-soft feathers.

They stayed just like that for a while longer. Chimalus wasn’t sure exactly how long. But eventually, Nadia took in one more shaky breath. And she sat up. She still looked sorrowful. But there was something thoughtful about her expression as well.

“Thank you, Chimalus,” she murmured. She carefully wiped her eyes. “I… I haven’t cried since I was nine. How nostalgic.”

“It looks like you needed it,” said Chimalus.

And it was really no wonder why. Nadia was under an almost inconceivable amount of pressure. She had an entire city to bring back from the brink of destruction, all while planning a giant event, and with many people she was supposed to be able to trust actively working against her. Then there was the debate on whether or not Portia was doing the same. And as Countess, and one who had lived her whole life as a princess besides, she had to put on a show for almost everyone. She couldn’t show weakness. She had to make it seem like she was in complete control.

It must have been exhausting.

Nadia was quiet for a moment, before finally nodding. “You’re right, of course. It’s not as if I am ashamed of my emotions. Quite the opposite, in fact. However… I usually experience them in solitude.”

“Well… nobody else is around right now,” said Chimalus, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Does that count?”

Nadia gave a soft laugh. “Perhaps. Though one may want to show a bit more self-control in front of a renowned and powerful magician.”

“I wouldn’t call myself renowned,” said Chimalus, embarrassed.

They were more infamous than anything, if the odd looks they still sometimes received from people in the market were any indication. But they decided not to comment on that just then. It wouldn’t help Nadia.

“But either way, you don’t need to put up a front just for me,” they said instead. “You don’t need to be the Countess, or a princess, or anything like that. You can just be… yourself.”

Nadia’s smile was small, but genuine, and perhaps a bit playful. She leaned against Chimalus again, visibly relaxing.

“Perhaps not,” she said. “It may take a bit of practice, opening myself up in such a way. This may shock you, but I am used to doing most things alone.”

“You don’t need to anymore,” Chimalus said softly.

Nadia’s smile grew. It had become the smile that always made Chimalus’ heart pound.

“No… I suppose I don’t,” she said. Then her smile vanished, immediately replaced by a look of frustration. “Well, I might do to avoid giving you any more grievous injuries, lest I find myself alone once more.”

“You won’t,” Chimalus assured her. “I’ll always be there for you.” 

They had no idea what had possessed them to say something like that out loud. Sure, they had thought those exact same words many times. More often than they necessarily wanted to admit. Just the fact that they had said them now made their cheeks flame. But still. Every word was true. 

And despite not being able to give true facial expressions, Skye managed to give them a very knowing look. Chimalus decided to ignore it. 

Nadia must have noticed. Or maybe she just thought that the way Chimalus had managed to utterly fluster themself was adorable. She smiled, giving a soft, humming sort of laugh. And she gently pressed her lips to the edge of the cut on Chimalus’ head. 

“Thank you, Chimalus,” she whispered. “I assure you, nothing like this will happen again. I intend to keep you safe.” 

Before Chimalus could reply, Nadia pulled slightly back. She straightened up her skirts, smoothed down her hair, and briskly wiped away the last traces of tears. Chimalus’ heart ached a bit. They wanted to say so much more. They wanted to keep her safe, too. They couldn’t be the one protected all the time. They couldn’t be another burden for Nadia to carry. They wanted nothing more than to help. 

And to stay by her side. 

At least she was still holding their hand. The two of them weren’t quite tangled up like they had been before, but their hands, resting on the seat in the little empty space between them, were still decidedly connected. 

Nadia gently ran her thumb over the back of Chimalus’ hand. 

“The world always looks a little better after a good cry, doesn't it?” she mused. “I had forgotten... thank you for reminding me.” 

“You’re welcome.” Chimalus’ voice came out a little higher than usual. “I know I always feel better after I let things out like that.” 

“You do so often?” said Nadia, teasing. 

Chimalus played along. When Nadia smiled like that, they simply couldn’t do anything else.

“Oh, yes,” they said with as straight a face as possible. “I cried yesterday.” 

Nadia’s eyes widened. “Oh? Whatever for? I hope I haven’t given you reason to cry...”

“Well, your riding outfit was absolutely incredible,” Chimalus said casually. “You looked so powerful. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I had to let it out somehow, right?” 

They did their best to hold Nadia’s gaze. Nadia was smirking again. It took all of Chimalus’ effort to hold back their own laughter. 

Then Skye gave a decidedly exasperated trill. And Nadia burst out laughing.

Chimalus couldn’t hold it in anymore. They wound up joining her. The two of them collapsed against each other again, their shoulders shaking, though the tears had been left far behind. 

“Well, then,” said Nadia when the laughter had finally subsided enough for her to talk, “if that is true, then you must remind me to talk to my tailor. I’ll get you a suit, too.” She smiled, both playful and somewhat alluring. “You’d look quite ravishing, I think.” 

Chimalus would be surprised if their face hadn’t turned into a tomato at that point. “You don’t need to get me anything.” 

“I would like to repay you for the compassion you showed me today,” Nadia said simply. “For the companionship as well. If there’s anyone I could have utterly broken down in front of, you are by far the best choice. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on... I hope you know that I am there for you as well. And if a shoulder is not enough, then I fully intend to shower you with gifts until you feel better. Including a riding suit, of course. And perhaps a horse of your own.”

Chimalus somehow turned redder. "Nadia..."

Nadia gently kissed their cheek again. “If I can offer you even a little comfort, I will be happy to give it.”  

“Nadia, really, that’s very kind of you, but you don’t need to repay me,” said Chimalus. It was amazing how flustered they managed to get.  

Nadia chuckled. “No, perhaps not. But I would like to. If you’ll allow me.” 

Chimalus met her eye. She was smiling again, far more soft and sincere than the playful smirk from earlier. Chimalus found they loved this smile just as much as the other one. They loved all of Nadia’s smiles. They hoped she had reason to share those smiles more often. 

Before they could say anything more, a clap of thunder shook the air. Chimalus jumped, nearly sending Skye flying. The carriage windows rattled. 

Nadia sighed, scowling at the windows as though personally offended by the thunder. “It seems this storm has no intention of letting up. We’d best go find some real shelter.”  

She stood gracefully, offering Chimalus her hand. Chimalus accepted. They didn’t exactly like the idea of trudging off in the middle of a storm. But they knew there was very little choice. And it helped to know that they weren’t going through this alone. 

Chimalus put up their hood. Skye tucked themself in the little space between Chimalus’ neck and the edge of their cloak. Nadia smiled, more fondly this time. And she gracefully stepped out of the carriage, pausing to help Chimalus down as well. 

The two of them set off. And neither let go of the other’s hand. 

#vesuvia weekly #how to cry #the arcana fanfic #nadia x apprentice #nadia x mc #oc stuff #apprentice chimalus #scene rewrite #no beta we die like the apprentice #the arcana game spoilers

[little-mouse-gardens]

Some random incorrect quotes with my rise ocs and the turtles

Generated some random quotes for my rise ocs and turtles that I found funny.

My rise ocs are : sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie

Marcy, answering the phone: Hello?

Donnie: It’s Donnie.

Marcy: What did he do this time?

Donnie: No, it’s me, Donnie. It’s actually me.

Marcy: What did you do this time?

Marcy: Donnie, no.

Donnie: Donnie, yes.

Marcy: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant.

Donnie: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

Marcy : and I adore you for it

Skye, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

Leonardo: Blue flavor!

Skye: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

Leonardo: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

Skye: Blue is not a flavor!

Leonardo: BLUE FLAVOR!

Leonardo: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Skye: …I was hungry.

Skye: When's the last time you slept?

Leonardo: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Skye: A few- how many?!

Leonardo: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Skye: What you need is sleep!

Raph: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Sunny: Raph, what did you think a tiger shark was?

Sunny: Raph... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.

Raph: *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Sunny: dammit, work can wait you're adorable :3

Sunny walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Raph, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Raph, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Angie , throwing their head into Mikey's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Mikey, lovingly stroking their hair: you are the prettiest, love. ^W^

Angie : remind me to make you those bunny shaped cinnamon rolls later ^W^

Mikey, internally : I AM WINNING TODAY

Mikey: What are your three best qualities?

Angie : I love to bake and paint, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Angie : Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween!

Mikey: but That doesn't exist angie-

Angie : Not with that attitude.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt ocs #oc : sunny #oc : Skye #oc : Marcy #oc : Angie #rottmnt oc x canon #random quotes #rise oc posting #mousespeaks

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Lucy's human form in the Siren AU @m3gahet came up with, and Blues Devil again (since I've got the two of these idiots [affectionate] as mates.)

The spots on her shoulders and hips are tattoos which are some of her scales in her siren form. <3

Lucy is a singer, guitar player, and dancer at Mardor (@pan-flute-skeleton came up with the name) where her act is somewhere between Jessica Rabbit and Lili Von Shtupp (Blazing Saddles).

She is a siren who was found by the pirates on the ship the Green Man near where she was born in the Gulf of Mexico and raised as a member of the crew.

Eventually she made her way to Tortuga after getting captured by rival pirates and eventually burning down the rival ship and eating the Captain's heart (he was a scumbag, he deserved it).

She worked in Tortuga in the hopes of seeing her found family again, which she ends up reuniting with the pirates of the Green Man eventually. <3

#lucy skye desmond #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #the blues devil #blues devil (mtl) #siren au #rainbow blues #my art

[edutainer2022]

This is a glimpse of my bosom future!headcanon timeline. Just 'cause (I came across a West Wing gif-set, probably why). It also features in Timey-Wimey and Piano Practice. Though, always in flux the future is... Virgil and Kayo have a chat - they worry about Scott. A lot. That's it, that's the story. Some things, old and new, hurt.

Warning: an OC death mentioned in passing (please, read the end note*, if you kindly make it that far).

WORRIES

A gust of wind ruffled his hair - still trademark styled, but more liberally sprinkled with salt and silver now - as Shadow landed on the pad. Kayo still used her trusty old bird for errands and investigative missions, although her flightsuit was a mandatory solid black of the Secret Service now. Ms. Kyrano, Chief of World President's Security Detail, joined him wordlessly at the railings of the rooftop terrace, overlooking the magnificent vista of the Alps, crystal blue sky and the beautiful city below. Virgil sighed.

"I need updates on his BP and heart rate stats twice a day, uploaded to my comm directly. Thrice a day if there's a... situation or Ambassador Lemaire shows up, or the First Lady starts a war or something..."

Kayo suppressed a smile and leaned sideways on the railing.

"Eos gleans his stats every morning and every night before bedtime from all the residences sensors."

"Yeah, but Eos doesn't have access to the situation room. Not that Scott knows of, anyway. And I can't risk..."

Virgil was short for breath and the last words came out as a croak. Kayo squinted and squeezed his arm.

"You don't approve?"

"That he had a cardiac episode after the memorial service and then went on to take the most stressful job in the world? No, I well damn don't approve!"

Virgil's knuckles went white from the grip on the railings. Kayo stayed silent, giving room to his anguish, a hand on his bicep an unwavering anchor. When dark brown eyes next turned back to her, they were glistening with a sheen of tears.

"How does he do it, Kayo? After we lost Jeffy Jr.*? I can't breathe sometimes, it hurts so bad! And I'm just an uncle."

The pain flared readily from an ever fresh wound. Virgil's voice hitched:

"Allie felt so guilty he left for that deep space mission! I'm so scared all the time. How does Scott even cope?!"

Kayo snorted at that.

"Have you MET Scott? He doesn't."

A wide arch of the black clad arm indicated the massive World President Residence and Offices all around and below them.

"He hoisted up the heaviest mantle he could fathom and let duty consume his every waking and sleeping hour, drowning out all other thoughts. There's nothing much heavier than the weight of the actual world, huh?"

"Guess not. That's what worries me most..."

Virgil's sigh was tinged with bottomless rue this time. Keeping busy with International Rescue is the one thing that keeps me from going crazy. The echo of the words biggest brother said to him so many years ago, on a dark, dark snowy night, rippled through memory. He hoped so much they were past... THAT stretch of self-destructive coping. For a blissful while, moreso after Dad got back, they were. Jeffy Jr. and Skye were born. It went unspoken between them all, but Jeffy was their golden chance at a Scott that was happy and carefree, encouraged and inspired by legacy, but not subsumed or crashed by it. But they were the Tracies, so the universe would never let them truly catch a break. Ever, it seemed...

Kayo, ever the psy-ops, ever the bereft family like them all, sensed a need to shift the subject to something brighter.

"Did you get to see Lucy rehearse?"

Virgil's whole face lit up immediately and he beamed at her.

"Oh yes! I was at the dress rehearsal, and she asked me to accompany her after lunch today, for vocal practice before the premiere! Though I think it's more of a courtesy - she's got world class concert pianists at her disposal."

Kayo was smiling fondly in return. Virgil's kids were as much a reflection of his kind and caring nature, and talent, as Scott's son and daughter were that of his consuming drive, focus, and dedication to duty. Okay, maybe not to go there at the moment! Kayo waved the imaginary wisps of hair out of her eyes to blink away unwarranted tears and regroup.

"Have you considered you're maybe Lucy's favorite world-class concert pianist?"

Virgil's smile was impish, yet full of love. A sudden idea occurred, as his glance fell on the Shadow, and made him gasp.

"Please, tell me he's not cowboying it here in Delta-One?!"

Kayo actually let herself laugh at the implication. They certainly wouldn't put it past Scott to ditch the entourage and take his augmented Thunderbird out for a spin.

"Relax! The Joint Chiefs requested an on-the-go meeting, so it's a scenic route across the Atlantic on a GDF bus. No Delta-drive jumps for our favorite Commander today. Besides, the whole media circus tagged along from NYC. Nobody would miss the World President's favorite niece perform Carmen at the Season opening of Vienna Opera."

"Scott doesn't have favorites!"

The response was automatic, which scored another of Kayo's smile. It wasn't quite a secret the family consensus placed Scott a higher ranking Dad in the overarching hierarchy of Tracy parents. Jeff Sr., the proud Grandpa, was more of a partner in crime and a co-conspirator to everyone's endless befuddlement.

Virgil's take-away from her previous statement was, however, unexpected.

"So there IS a situation?! Kayo, I need his stats THE MOMENT they land!"

"Nothing your Casey had warranted worthy of high treason to inform me about. Virgil, it's fine. He'll be fine!"

That was true. Virgil's second youngest was currently the Deputy Chief of Communications of the World President office and, besides Kayo herself, the family's trusty person on the inside. She virtually worshipped the ground her Big Uncle walked and would flag anything potentially too worrisome with regard to his mood or health. Besides, John would probably know in advance anyway if it were Bereznik or any number of regions giving grief du jour (something the World President himself probably didn't need to know about, for plausible deniability and a semblance of restful sleep).

Kayo made a point to amend her reassurance with a shoulder squeeze. Dark brown eyes turned to her were frantic again.

"Look after him, will you?!"

Kayo gave a firm nod in acknowledgement. A pang of an old heartache flared up. But it became a well practiced, tried and true spiel between them, through the years - he was burning himself to light up the world, she was the shadow.

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*[spoiler alert] The relentless narrative logic and poetic symmetry part of me dictates that Scott, in the later arch of his journey, would, very likely, have to loose a son to his own legacy and footsteps. The way Jeff dodged a bullet (just barely). But the regular bleeding heart part of me screams in agony in the face of such abject tragedy and comes up with elaborate scenarios in my head how it all could eventually be okay. Dad Jeff couldn't have used up all of Tracy limit of miracles.

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WOOHOO ITS FINALLY @heropartnerweek !!!!!! DAY ONE’S CHOSEN PROMPT: COMBAT

challenged myself with what would be the hardest prompt for me cuz i wanted to draw a sick ass FIGHT!!!!!!! specifically this is my ocs Skye and Rin from eos fighting the muk in the postgame story :]

[Image ID: Digital art of three pokemon fighting. In the middle is the enemy, a muk, and on either side of it is a prinplup and a lucario. On the left, the prinplup has jumped into the air above the muk, a glowing attack surrounding their raised wings. Muk faces the lucario on the left, who’s kneeling and holding a blue orb. The muk’s hands are outstretched, and the background is murky and dark. /.End ID]

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