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Behold... this fucking thing

I dunno man. It was too long for tumblr.

(the art is really pretty btw)

Guys

Guys

Guys

Emperor's New Groove AU

This is the real me. This. Not this. This. Not this. Winner. Loser.

I'm gonna destroy your little Ordon village and build my summer castle there. My birthday gift to myself!

Why do we even have that lever?!

You're excused

I'm so sorry for making you all see this. Y'all can block me, I deserve it.

soooooo, stories gotten a little difficult to write, so for the moment have the weirdo in action(?)!

How close to the description did I get?

So I have a description of one of my characters, and a story/official art of him on the way! So Here's...

"Jackson Kinderlune was an odd boy. With pale skin littered in scars and callouses. Startling jungle green eyes, and moonlight silver hair that tumbled to below his chin like white rapids.

He wore a loose gray shirt that went down to his hips, and deep blue shorts that stopped just above his knee & were often confused as a skirt. The pair of dark ash boots he wore went up to just below his knees, and had a little pocket on the inside (the side of the boot that faces the other foot, not within the boot, that would be uncomfortable) of each to hold tiny snacks and his wallet. Little buttons shaped like a square, circle, and triangle (respectively) changed how much the boots way.

A small dagger sat on the outside (the side facing away from the other boot) of each boot. Designed to look as though they were a painting on the side.

A large four-pocketed backpack rested on his back at almost all times."

headcanon that Shadow naturally stays the same height as when he was twelve when not effected by his own magic, so if a spell that nullifies all magic for 24 hrs is cast on his he then has to deal with short jokes.

He doesn't regress, he looks whatever age he is when this happens. He's just short.

[gently holds] I made this with my own hands. I'm so proud of it!

For the linked universe discord server weekly prompt "Bones! (And Chocolate)"

Imagine a fantasy world, but all the towns are social medias.

The kingdom could be called "internet".

everyone would speak in a combination of modern, and old slang from whatever time period they like the most. Other than that, it's extremely high fantasy. You basically are your pfp now if you want to be. You could find some cool technology from an unknown future in the same room as a freshly made spear from ancient Mesopotamia.

You could also have a big city called "media" and have most works of fiction live there, and then have characters branch out into other towns. Like all the tumblr sexymen would live in tumblr town.

“Horny case”! 😂😂😂

HELP

MY ASSIGNED ANALOG HORROR SERIES IS PENIS FILES

I had a dream last night about a little pale demon-looking boy who had a faint glow about him that made him sparkle in sunlight and made him easy to see at night. He helped out on my mom's permaculture farm by taking care of the ducks (irl there are only 6 at the moment, but in the dream there were 20 or 25), taking them down to the river and back up to do their job acting as a environmentally-safe pesticide for the crops.

He was so assiduous about his job that at one point- when a big truck was driving through and didn't seem to notice/care about the ducks in the road and was gonna run them all over -the kid rammed a car like a fucking goat to protect them, and gently explained (through writing because he was mute), to "please watch out for the ducks and sorry about your car I'll fix the dent in it."

People put a "ducks crossing" signs along the side of the road to mark where on the road between the river and driveway to the permaculture farm he would travel almost daily with the ducks. To prevent future accidents.

He was the cutest little duck shepherd he even had a little spiraly crooked staff that he used to give the ducks a boost if they needed one while walking up the hill and would use to to heard them in the right direction. He even had a whistle that would call them over to him and a whistle that he used to say "danger, don't walk further!" and he didn't even work for money, just head pats and homemade bread. He lived in the little play-shack we have on the hill and helped mom with farm-chores but was scared of the dogs because they were big and he was worried they would thing his tail was a play-thing and bite it.

... I'm gonna draw him. I need more people to see this cute little pale moonlit baby that took on a car just fine but is scared to take on a dog.

I might reblog this more than once...

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