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Geniuses (+ their guinea pig)

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your mafia au Jing Yuan is so pretty ugh thank you for drawing him can we mayhaps have more of him

take this but dont tell anyone

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Doodle dump! I’ve been super active on @gendervoid-zane ‘s discord and here’s a pile of doodles I did in said server! I doodled… so much laurances my beautiful boy

Just a simple zoey doodle + a concept of Gabriel

( if you didn’t know elf’s in my ver. Instead of grey hair they develope colorful parts in their hair it can be any color of the rainbow and hue)

And my Romeave next gen !! I love my kids they’re all so cute (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

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Thank you bang server for sending me this audio

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In light of recent events

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Yuulma… that is all 🥺

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i just want a beautiful hot evil woman that would care for me even if i was a broke trash racoon am i asking too much

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she is very pleased with the reception

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a bunch of ddvau characters requests from the ddvau discord server

I hate doody

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Missed these guys so much so I dre them yipee

Me when I get caught up to the latest updates of ddvau by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11 💥💥💥✨✨✨

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A warm up doodle, which I got carried away with haha! HE!!!!

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I can't move on

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in the storm

doomed yuri. would you look at that. what would their ship name be? veider? schneitin?

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don’t forget me 🍊

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It's not like it's hard to get Tango taking about Decked Out, but buy him a couple of potions in the museum speakeasy and he gets downright confessional.

Grian leans across the stat poker table, his wings rustling eagerly. "Truth or dare, Tango," he says. "Is Decked Out... alive?"

“Aren’t I supposed to pick truth or dare before you ask the question?” Tango tosses back another potion and gives the group a half-smirk.

“We all know you’re going to pick truth because you’re too particled to get up.” Etho’s face is obscured, but they can hear the laugh in his voice and see his fox ears twitch with amusement. “So spill.”

Tango shrugs. "Well," he says, "It's not exactly not NOT alive, if you know what I mean."

Grian glances at Doc on his right and Etho on his left. They shrug at him.

"Yeah, no," he says, looking back at Tango. "I don't think we know what that means."

"Is it like that Grumbot robot that Mumbo and Grian built?" Doc asks, scratching thoughtfully at his chin, his blunt black claws scritching loudly against the stubble of his beard. Grian tries to catch a peek at his stat tokens and gives a sheepish grin when Doc notices and quickly angles them away.

"Hey, now," Doc starts to say, but Tango interrupts.

"Nah, no -- I mean, Grumbot was pretty... Simple. No offense."

"None taken." Grian pulls a token from his stack. "Number of villagers traded with," he offers. "And I'll up the ante to three diamond blocks, gentlemen."

Tango lays down his own token, and taps a finger on it in an aimless rhythm. “The dungeon is… aware,” he says. “Not alive, I guess, but it knows things. It recognizes people.”

“I’ve noticed,” Etho says dryly. “That place hates me.”

They all laugh, but Tango shakes his head. “Does it hate you?” he asks and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or does it want to impress you?”

“Oh, I’m impressed enough.” Etho drops his stat token on the table with a soft click. “So it can stop glitching and trying to kill me now.”

“Aww, you’re just playing hard to get.”

Doc lays his tokens down on the table and stands. “I will sit out this round, I think,” he says. “I have done almost nothing with villagers this season. Will anyone have more to drink?”

“I’m not playing hard to get!” Etho protested, ears lying flat. “If anything, I’m playing easy to get – I just walk right in there!”

“You heard it first here, folks,” Tango says. “Etho’s easy.”

He ducks, but not in time to dodge the rolled-up napkin Etho chucks at his face. It lands in his hair and goes up in a miniature whump of flame.

Grian snickers, waving away smoke.

“So if the dungeon’s not alive, but it’s not quite not alive,” he says. “How does one maybe go about… making friends with it?”

“That,” Doc says, thunking a fresh bottle of Cub’s custom-mixed potion onto the table. “Is cheating, you pesky bird. No flirting with the possibly-not-not-alive dungeon.”

“You’re telling me you’re above flirting for a few extra keys and crowns, Doc?” Tango asks with teasing skepticism.

Doc sniffs, flipping the cork from his bottle with his thumb. “I don’t need flirting,” he says dismissively. “I have skills. Game strategies, man.”

“He’s already planning how to get the dungeon’s attention.” Etho flips his token over, exposing the total. “Aren’t’cha, Doc.”

Doc tips back his drink and shrugged. “Eh… that is for me to know, and you to worry about.” He winks.

“Tango, what’s your total there?” Grian fiddles with his token.

“Well, I know it’s higher than old three-digit Minecraft master over here.” Tango holds up his token and pinches it between his fingers. “Under three hundred, Etho? What’ve you been doing all season?”

“Not hiding out in a hole for thirteen months,” Etho grumbles good-naturedly, pushing his diamonds into the center of the table.

“Yeah, well, that’s what I have been doing and look at that stat.” Tango displays the count. “Seven k, baby – read ‘em and weep.”

Grian makes an exaggerated sad face that immediately morphs into a triumphant grin. “Rookie numbers, fellas,” he crows. “Try over twelve thousand.”

Tango groans and rolls his diamonds toward Grian with a grimace. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely not telling you how to flimflam my dungeon, you shyster.”

“Tango, I’m hurt.” Grian, entirely unbothered and very un-hurt looking, scoops the pile of diamonds into his pouch. “My stats are all ethically earned.”

“And that’s how your dungeon runs will be too.” Tango stashes his tokens and stands. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. Mostly.”

“Back to your cave, Tango?” Etho doesn’t stand, but his bushy white tail wags a little in barely-contained excitement. “So, Decked Out will be open again… soon?”

“You bet your foxy good looks,” Tango says. “Or… maybe don’t. Not with those stats.”

This time he does duck the thrown napkin.

He exits through the museum, the laughter of his friends fading behind him as he steps out into the cool afternoon air. For a moment, he stretches, shaking out his elytra and clearing his head a bit of the potion particles.

Is Decked Out alive?

Tango grins, sharp teeth glinting. Of course the dungeon’s alive, who’s he kidding? And she’s hungry, too, he can feel it even from here. His friends should just be grateful he’s only ever built friendly monsters that want to devour them.

“On my way,” he mutters to himself. Or the dungeon. “And Etho’ll be coming over soon too.”

He feels the dungeon’s excitement.

“Oh…you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tango launches himself in the air and spirals over the shopping district, angling toward Decked Out and laughing so loudly the sound bounces off the buildings below.

His dungeon totally has a crush on Etho.

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Nothing Changes

No Warnings Apply General Audiences Dream SMP Tommyinnit Word Count: 225 Completed

The waiting room is all that's left.

"Name?"

"Uhhh..."

"Come on, quickly. What's your full name? I haven't got all day here."

"Um, Thomas Careful Danger Kraken Innit."

"And you were last in...?"

"Uh, Dream SMP... Where am I?"

"The waiting room."

"I, uh, what?"

"What are you doing here so early? You're not scheduled here for another few decades at least."

"What exactly is here?"

"The waiting room. Ugh, oh well. Take a number and then sit down. When you're number is called go down the corridor and take the first door on the left."

"I don't understand."

"Listen, you go down the corridor, go in the first door on the left and you'll meet your case worker. Then you get the option to either stay here or go back as a ghost, alright kid? Now hurry up and sit down. You're holding up the line."

"I'm... Dead?"

"Yes. Now go on, you're making everyone else wait. Have your little crisis when you've sat down. NEXT!"

"But... I was just..."

"Kid, I don't care. I have a job to do and you're dead. Nothing's gonna change that. Now go sit down. Your case worker's name is Kristin, just in case you forget which door. Now go sit down. No one's coming to rescue you and you're not going back just because you're sad. So just, sit down and embrace eternity kid."

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The Crow Father

No Warnings Apply General Audiences Dream SMP Tommyinnit & Phil Watson Word Count: 1,459 Completed

Tommy's brothers had always told him that monsters weren't real.

They also told him that there was a child eating crow monster in the forest which is why he shouldn't take it as a shortcut.

He's never been good at listening to what they tell him.

Or: Tommy finds a father in a forest after a sleepover with Tubbo and Ranboo.

Tommy had been wandering for hours. Or at least, he thought he had. He was hungry and thirsty. He’d run out of water a while ago and he’d rejected Tubbos attempts to give him food. It was dark in the forest and he’d wandering for so long, turning and moving around trees so much he wasn’t exactly sure where he’d started from.

He refused to call Techno though.

Regardless of whether he had his phone on him or not, he absolutely would NOT call his brother. He just knew he’d made fun of as soon as his brother found him and all the way back home. He knew Tubbo would be upset with how long he’d been gone, but he just wasn’t willing to let Techno or Wilbur make fun of him. He refused.

That being said, it was definitely getting darker, and the trees were looking… less than healthy. And it was getting colder, he thought at least. He’d been pulling his cardigan tighter around him as he’d been walking, as the trees started losing their leaves.

He paused. Then sighed. Maybe he could stand some teasing from his brothers if it meant he could get somewhere a bit warmer. He dug his hand into his pocket and grabbed his phone, squinting at the bright screen.

3%. What the actual fuck?

He was sure he put it on charge last night. He made sure to ask Ranboo whether it was charging before he went to sleep.

Wait...

Fucking Ranboo. Damn memory bitch.

Of course his phone wasn't charged. Shit.

He tried to beat it. Sped to his messages and flicked through them, trying to find either of his brothers.

Why did he let Tubbo change his contact names?!

The screen went black just as he found Techno's number. He stared at his reflection in the screen.

He was absolutely fucked.

He sighed, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and turning to kick the tree beside him.

"Fucking fuck!" He hit his head forward, pressing it against the bark as a cold wind blew right past him and made him shiver, pulling his cardigan tighter around him.

He breathed out slowly before turning around and leaning up against the tree. As he looked up, he saw the murder of crows, all staring down at him from the bare branches above him.

"The fuck are you all looking at?" He whispered, brows furrowed in annoyance. They just continued staring at him, all their eyes laser focused on him. Tommy huffed out another breath as he glared at the nearest crow. It tilted it's head to the side as it stared back at Tommy.

"He's going to keep watching you if you keep watching him." Tommy startled at the new voice and turned around sharply.

There stood a figure, seeming like he was part of the fog Tommy hadn't noticed rolling in.

He was cloaked in darkness and Tommy wasn't quite sure where his coat? Cape? Ended and where the darkness of the forest began. His belt and cape details glittered every time he moved slightly and breathed. His cape was fogged with a purple haze and seemed to emanate the cold that was surrounded them. Tommy looked up at his face and found it hidden behind the shadows his wide brimmed hat made. His eyes were glowing though. They shined through the shadows and somehow? That wasn't concerning to Tommy. The crows seemed to halo this man, most of them turning to face him more fully while they still stared at Tommy.

"Who the fuck are you?" The question left his lips before he could even begin to stop himself. The man looked at him and smiled, his sharpened teeth shining through the shadows the same way his eyes did.

"You can call me Phil. You seem a little lost." The stranger, Phil, smiled at him, raising a hand to tip his hat upwards a bit and the shadows receded slightly so Tommy could see his face in more detail. His nose was elongated and slightly hooked and his eyes had slits for pupils.

If Tommy didn't know any better, he'd think this guy was some sort of cryptid.

But he did know better. His brothers had drilled into him that monsters weren't real each and every time Tommy had come to them with nightmares about the creatures in the forest, in his closet or under his bed. He knew damn well that monsters and creatures and cryptids were not real. It was just fact. His brothers had said so.

But seeing this man, with his shadowed clothing and crow like appearance in the middle of a forest with dead trees that Tommy was sure weren't dead when he saw them from Tubbo's bedroom window that morning, he began to think that maybe his brothers didn't know exactly everything.

"I'm not lost. I'm just... Taking the scenic route." Tommy said. Regardless of whether this guy was a monster or not, he wasn't just gonna accept help from the weird stranger in the forest. He wasn't that stupid, no matter what Technoblade said.

"Ah, of course. Well, would you like some company on your scenic route? I've often found I get places quicker with a companion." Phil said, the crow on his shoulder cawing softly in his ear. He chuckled quietly, looking at Tommy and waving his hand at the crow. "She can wait a few minutes more, I'm sure. So, what do you say?"

Tommy didn't speak for a moment. His focus was drawn straight to Phil's hand. It had long, pointed fingers that looked more like claws than a human hand. And it seemed to have... Something red on the tips of his fingers. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know what it was.

Phil noticed his gaze and chuckled again, bringing the edge of his cloak up to wipe at his fingers. "Nothing to worry about mate. Ian just had a small injury from a thorn." Tommy looked at the man, who was still smiling gently.

"Ian?"

"The crow." Phil shrugged slightly, jostling the crow how in turn squawked and nipped at his slightly pointed ear. He laughed, louder than he had earlier, before reaching up the brush back some of the crows ruffled feathers. "So, about that walk?"

"Are you the Crow Father?" Again, the question left Tommy before he could think about it, but he couldn't find it in himself to take it back. It was a childish question, but he wanted to know. He needed to know whether his brothers were wrong about creatures and monsters and cryptids. Phil paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly looking confused. "You know? The guy in the forest who can control crows? Wilbur and Techno used to tell me stories about how he'd kidnap kids and feed them to his crows but then they told me it was all fake and that he wasn't real."

Phil smiled. "Do you think he's real?"

"Well, apart from the fact you haven't actually kidnapped me yet, you've got everything else going for you." His mouth was running a mile a minute, not letting his brain catch up for even a moment.

"Well, I can safely say I've never kidnapped a child, nor fed or eaten one. And neither have these crows. But, I suppose I was probably the inspiration. It's not exactly easy to make friends with people in town when they think you're a monster now, is it?" His soft laughter brought a smile to Tommy's face. Somehow, he knew Phil wasn't lying.

"So... How do I exactly get out of here?" Phil smiled, and swept his arm upwards and pointed to just to the side of him.

"Right this way. It's a wonder you even made it this far in. Most people end up on the other side of the forest before ever seeing this area."

"Yeah, well I'm just built different, ain't I?" Phil smiled.

"Of course." Tommy moved towards where Phil was pointing but paused, noticing the man hadn't moved beyond pointing Tommy in the right direction. "Are you not coming?"

"Unfortunately not. I have someone to get back to and I'm already late. If you just go in a straight line, you'll get home though. You have my word." Tommy squinted at him with furrowed brows before nodding once.

"I'm gonna tell my brothers you're not a child eating weirdo." Was the last thing Tommy said before he dashed off in the direction Phil had directed him. In his absence, Phil blinked before letting out a loud, sharp laugh.

"I think we'll see him again Chat." Phil smiled, before sweeping away behind him, delving deeper into the fog. "Yeah, we'll see him again."