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This is a photo of my tablet, this drawing ain't worth sending it over
Also fun stuff in the # as always
#artwork#artists on tumblr#fantasy#idk#doodle#oc#Bat lad#Her name is Nocturna aka Nocs#I had to ask my friends to come up with names cause I suck at them 😭#Like#In my lil fantasy world you've got names like Rift'halia. Dangeara. Zanartrum. Delkin. Nazriv. Then there's Lee and Mike#Like how can those names exist in the same town#I drew her in like 8 minutes cause I was bored#But I love them so much#Idk how I created them#Like I accidentally gave em heterochromia I was so lazy I didn't notice#Also don't look at the hand... the longer you look the more confusing its direction becomes#ok i think ive put enough tags on this now
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YIPPEE YAHOO TRANS PEOPLE RISE UP!!!!!
#can you see me#trans day of visibility#transgender#bat#microbat#common pipistrelle#allegedly idk how well i captured the likeness#branching out from super heavy reference/tracing my sketches. we trying lads im still learning
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I have sighthounds (greyhounds) at home and I just love your characters!! (hope you do not mind silly art) So.... what if Machete.... but borzoi >:D
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#ah yes#magnificent#peak creature#approaching true cryptid energies now#lengthening the already long lad#the bendy snoot one is my favorite I know it's muscles and soft tissue and such but I just cannot fathom how their faces twist like that#from side to side#*sniffs u* is Vasco's pov#imagine your partner venting about their inept coworkers and mystery aches and neverending existential crisis#and then looking at you like that#I'm just now realizing how strange borzois would look if they had big bat ears#these are wonderful I'm still grinning from ear to ear#gift art#notabrigmain#own characters#Machete#answered
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Our heroes facing off against an overwhelming threat, commissioned by the lovely @aqua-dan! Thank you so much, I had a blast working on this!! ^-^🖤🤍✍️
All characters © DC comics Art © FinzPhoenix
#Baby steps...I'm slowly improving at this whole art thing me thinks u///u#Getting the scale and depth right was so hard omg#and I think I haven't fully managed to nail it as I'm lacking the experience but we're getting there...:')#Commission#Nightwing#Arsenal#Tempest#Aqua Lad#Red Robin#Red Hood#Dick Grayson#Roy Harper#Tim Drake#Jason Todd#Garth#Comic#Comic commission#DC comics#DC universe#DC Batman#Batman#Bat family#batfam#Inking#Finz art#Clip Studio baby! It's so much fun!#Batman comics
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siren
#bakuspecial#cw: nudity#cw: body horror#monster#siren! I think. they're bird to me#I think this has been brewing since that stream mim did of drawing dnd monsters only from official text description#and when the official art for the sirens were shown I was like. oh thats just a woman with wings#lmao like. granted. its an official dnd book available for all audience. you cant make it too Bad To Look At#(I do not agree with this but it wasnt about me. if its about me its gonna be about very few people lmao)#but yeah. after that I got slightly too into the idea of putting more bird into birdwoman#but I also do genuinely love monsters that are Rearranged Human Parts so. I couldnt commit too much to the bird scales Im so sorry#I wanted the fleshiness. the feel. textural experience of holding her hands and being like oh that's a human#even when ur eyes tell u otherwise. mmm#...I looked to my right as I was typing these tags and saw. the fucked up pikmin I tried to sculpt the other day along with the pin#and got startled#its so. its so fucked up. gods. dusty white naked grainy parsnip#I used to have that one doll I butchered wanting to customize in a box next to me and thats way less upsetting than this. man#its perfect actually I will never throw this thing away. anyways#now. now I go to bed. its sleep time for the baku#have a good night lads! you CAN have it both way easily you just need a big bat
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Midnight Rendevouz 🦇🌙
Not all Vampire are frightful beings, some are just looking for someone to spend their evening with 💫
A piece for ValidHeretic! Thank you again, still really adore this piece!
#id in alt text#as always if it doesn't show up please let me know and I'll try to fix!#anthro#furry#bat#Vampire#illustration#drawing#painting#digital art#artwork#anthro bat#furry art#furry illustration#sorry for all the tags my lads
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your Honour,
the children:
#clown does art#everything i wanna say is already on the drawing#if yo cant see it --- i would ask you to tell me so i can figure something out for that#ye#amy rose#rouge the bat#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#e 123 omega#team dark#also i dont wanna sound like im full of myself but i just fucking love how my brain decided im going to draw tails#his such a lad#i enjoy him a lot#just a pile of fluff
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words are hard
#it's happened lads I got so into turtles I started watching backwards#and I have so many feelings about 2012 right off the bat#michaelangelo#raphael#TMNT#ROTTMNT#TMNT 2012#save ROTTMNT#unpause ROTTMNT#rhinociart#turtle cousins AU#love how in panel two raph just spontaneously turns into a sonic character#let's ignore the weird colour blending going on this is meant to be low effort#tmnt crossover
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girls who want boys who like boys to be girls? sotd is 'girls and boys' by blur
#this ones actually a bit mundane sry lads#goth#alternative#alt girl#alternative fashion#fashion#goth fashion#gothgoth#goth girl#baby bat#goth aesthetic#dark aesthetic#coldwave#post punk#goth teen#teen fashion#goth goth#kindergoth#casual goth
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Health and Hybrids (V)👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and this is part five💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts
Where we last left off... Batman had a meeting! Danny acquired age appropriate enrichment toys. All is well. You know. Except for the everything else. But it’s fine and MM is on his way so it’ll all be great soon for sure! :)
Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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One…Morning? Evening?
Well. One day, Danny rediscovers his tongue.
Most of the muscle is there. Things taste better after he remembers how to taste.
(If everything tastes like iron, well…Danny tries to ignore that.)
Its main function is social. When Danny needs the quiet humans he can’t see to Shut Up or Go Away!, it is now within his power to blow a raspberry.
A slightly bloody raspberry. But still! A success! And when the fuzzy red human buzzes and whines about scaring them off, Danny blows it one too.
If all it does is make the human cry more, hey. That’s not Danny’s business.
*
The buzzy human comes back with its friends, with fresh sheets, spilling nervousembaras!sednervous all over the room.
Blech. Danny saves himself the trouble and phases through his bed and through the floor below. He does not need to be grabbed again.
He has more energy than he used to. It gets him farther than he’s used to; by the time he finds and works his way through an apple, a pear, and a whole plate of chicken wings, he’s still not sleepy.
…Huh. He rolls over underneath his usual haunt: a conference table. He isn’t feeling the urge to drop into his core. He’s achy, sure, and his limbs hurt and his mouth hurts from eating and he can’t see, but also…
Is Danny bored? Is he finally well enough to be bored of being sick and injured?? That’s. Is that progress? Is it…regression??
Danny sulks under his conference table (his now) with a pile of chicken bones and a few stems and doesn’t know what to do.
If he goes back to his bed…will the sheets already be done? Will people be waiting to get him? Did he lose his…ugh, he doesn’t want to think of them as toys. His…enrichment? Educational tools?
…Okay they might be toys. Whatever. When Danny feels better, he’ll grab something more age appropriate. Maybe he’ll get them from his—
Danny flinches.
…From his house.
If he can get there.
Whatever. He doesn’t want to think about that right now. He wants to figure out how to get rid of his trash without revealing his location. Or leave his conference table shelter.
Danny drums his claws against the low-pile carpet that stretches below him. Should he stay? Rest up? Wait for the threats to his admittedly-kinda-pathetic territory to leave? Should he…go get more food? Should he explore more? He feels all kinds of sore and tired but his head mostly feels clear. Maybe if he—
There’s a hissing noise. Danny bristles. He hisses in like, but—oh. It’s a door.
…Oh. It’s the door.
Uh oh. That’s um. That’s.
Uh oh.
Danny quickly pretends that he hadn’t hissed. He invisibly pushes the top of his head through the thick wood of the conference table. They shouldn’t be able to see anything if he peeks.
Well. Unless they can? But if they can, that’s. Uh. That’s a whole new problem.
Several tall, colorful, adult humans walk into the room. He can’t quite tell how many. Just a bunch. And they’re tall. But hey, they’re color coordinated for easier determination, at least.
Danny lowers himself back down through the table. Should he leave? Will they see him if he tries to leave? Can they spot him?
He sits and worries and he dithers as the humans slowly surround the table and the hidden ghost underneath. Should he…should he go through the floor? Will they know he’s there? Is it even safe to get back to his cot yet?
Feet start appearing underneath the table. Danny shies away from them. He pulls his chicken bones away from them too; if they step on one, they might notice him.
Then everything gets quiet. There’s only one quiet, droning voice.
So maybe Danny peeks again.
There’s a giant shadow at the front. It’s probably human. It has black arms and black legs and a patch of what is probably skin in his very fuzzy vision. It stands beside a lit screen.
Danny squints.
…Oh. He can’t quite tell what it’s about, or what’s exactly is being shown on the screen, but he knows what a powerpoint presentation is supposed to look like: a person, a lot of talking, a screen, and a lot of people listening. They’re just…talking. They’re not even talking about Danny.
Okay. He’ll rest under the table. It seems…safe enough for now.
It’s better to listen to human heartbeats and breathing in a room than it is to sit in his silent one, waiting for some new horror to break the everpresent quiet. Danny lays on his belly, nose to the carpet, and counts how many feet are under the table. (There are sixteen feet.) Some humans are wearing real shoes, with inch-thick soles of hard rubber at the bottom. Some are wearing things that look like shoes, but are too flexible, with soft soles that bend and curl as they flex under the table. Very few of them have laces or fixtures. Huh.
A wrapper falls. Danny watches the ball of foil flutter to the floor, at peace with his position, tired of inspecting shoes. And then a face pops down.
Danny freezes. (It’s not the smartest move.)
The face that popped down probably sees him back, considering how still it goes. And then, very slowly, so slowly, a hand reaches down. Danny flinches back, and—
…It grabs the wrapper. The adult carefully gets back up. The face disappears.
Danny doesn’t move. Danny doesn’t leave. Danny doesn’t breathe.
He waits. The human slowly goes back to tapping its toes, wiggling in its seat—and vibrating, in a way that says bored/bored/bored the way the younger human sometimes does.
…No one says anything. No one does anything. No one jumps under the table to get him, there isn’t a break in the speaker that indicates identifying Danny as Present, or as A Problem. Danny is simply…hidden.
He should leave. It would be smart to leave. Danny would be safer if he left.
But also.
Maybe.
This might be the first time he’s been so close to humans in so long.
They don’t know he’s here. It should be…safe. If he just. Listens to the indistinct sound of human voices. Let them wash over him, like a radio left on in the other room.
Danny’s sated. He’s achy. He’s bored. He’s sad. He’s lonely.
…He stays.
He doesn’t notice his humming or the quiet purr in his chest before the hand comes back down again. Danny flinches away from it, the hum guttering to a stop where it had laid.
There’s something about its hand. The hand came down, before, but now there’s something more to it. Another color—a darker color. It’s hard to tell in the shadow underneath the desk. Maybe a—green? A blue? Maybe?
The hand shifts, just a little. And then the thing comes flying at him. Danny jolts backwards, digging his claws into the mere millimeters of carpeting underneath him, and—
Oh. The thing isn’t moving. It hasn’t even exploded.
Danny reaches out a hand. Taps it, gently. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t attack him. It doesn’t excrete anything acidic or bite him. He sniffs it, just to be doubly sure, and nope. It smells like plastic. The wrapper crunches under his hands, even when everything sounds mute and muffled. The noise is borderline imaginary, so Danny can’t exactly tell what it sounds like when he plays with the little plastic flaps.
He can tell what it is now, though. The food bar goes down whole, wrapper and all, into his gullet.
Nice. The outside tastes bad, of course, but it’s nice.
The hand goes away, and no one bothers Danny. It’s nice. There are voices, but they aren’t yelling. They aren’t mean to him. They aren’t talking about what his insides look like or how bad he is or how to take more pieces off of him.
…Danny’s core thrums evenly. Peacefully. Maybe he will want that nap after all. His body gets kind of grouchy when it comes to plastic. He can pretend that it isn’t grumpy with his improvised diet with a nap.
Danny curls up on the floor, core beating along with the quick and even taptaptaptaptap fluttering of a too-quick human heart, and settles in for a quiet one.
(When he wakes up again, no one is around to see him throw out his chicken bones in the tiny trash receptacle by the doorway.)
(His toys and new sheets are all there when Danny gets back to his cot.)
(He’s too relieved to do anything but take a second nap.)
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“So,” Wally tries, leaning against the wall. “The… Alien? Extraterrestrial?”
Barry shrugs. Fishes a cheeto out of his bag. “Bart’s been calling it a ghoul. They crashed half a mile off the Kent farm a little after you popped out of the Speedforce; there’s a huge chance something happened to them as part of the temporal anomaly.”
“Happened as in…?”
“Yeah.” Barry takes another cheeto. “Bad.”
And theeeere is the visible guilt. There isn’t exactly any great way for Wally to feel after his unintentional resurrection led to an unintentional…something else.
“…Ah.”
Barry shrugs. There isn’t anything they can do about it; short of rewinding time and shoving Wally back into the Speedforce, which has been shoved off the table with a great deal of force by all of the man’s former teammates, there’s no way to undo the accident that landed the poor alien smacking straight into good-old-fashioned American dirt.
“Don’t worry about the way it happened. It wasn’t your fault, and it sure wasn’t intentional on your part,” Barry points out, and offers the bag of Cheetos towards Wally. The snack is gone in microseconds. The curse of speedsters is really footing the bill of all their emotional eating.
“So, they’re…do we know what they are? Because they definitely shapeshifted fangs as soon as I found their little—whatever that is. Container? Unit? Under the table.” Wally traces the vague shape of the thing’s cerulean heart in the air. “One second I was holding a glass paperweight, and the next I was on the opposite end of a very angry shadow-snake. I think they would have done worse than bit me if it hadn’t had a clear escape route out of there.”
Barry balls the empty bag and shoves it into a pocket. If he litters in the Watchtower, it’s going to be water cooler gossip for years. Bats would never let anyone defile his super cool, super-secret base with garbage without his own form of petty revenge. “Medical says it likely serves as an organ for him,” he says instead, since monologue about how inconvenient it is to be held responsible for his own actions wouldn’t be professional. “So. Think of it less as a container; think of it more as a turtle shell. Medical is pretty sure it’s a part of their body. Messing with it would really hurt them.���
“Yeowch.”
“Mmhmm. One micro-sec.” Barry darts out and away from his nephew; he just remembered he has bottled smoothies in his room. In the time it takes him to fetch two from his mini-fridge—one of his favorite flavor and one of Wally’s—and circle back, the dust motes in the air have hardly even realized he’s gone. They hardly drift even upon his return. “Here.”
Wally catches it easily. To anyone else, Barry would barely have blinked away. To any other Speedster…Barry knows intimately how lethargic and thick time feels against his skull. Slowing down to a mortal, human speed can feel maddening. Sore. Viscerally and bone-shatteringly wrong in his skin, maybe.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Barry would do that and more for his family.
They drink their smoothies.
“You know,” Barry breaks back in, the thoughts of their previous conversation looming lightly in his mind, “Medical says that the fact that we sometimes see their—let’s call it a core—is really, really bad. It’s not a shock that they’re hiding. It would be like climbing in a closet when you’re so vulnerable that you don’t feel like you can defend yourself.”
The rim of Wally’s smoothie bottle drops from his lips. The man frowns. “Oh?”
Barry shrugs. “Imagine losing your skull so that your brain is exposed all the time. Imagine being a cell and having your cell wall break so your nucleus is exposed?”
They both wince at the image.
“Oh boy. And Bart is…playing? With that entity?”
His uncle snorts. “You tell me. I think you’ve seen more of them than I have at the moment. All I did was catch them hanging out in a conference room. I have to admit, the purring can get a little loud in the…” he makes a vague gesture that could mean anything from room to atmosphere to Speedforce.
Wally’s been mostly of the same mind—the physics of the entity, whatever they are, aren’t specifically third-dimensional. It might be related to how they only sometimes manifest, or how they manifest with only partial corporeality.
“It’s been at least some play and some games for him, I’m sure,” Wally admits, a smile pulling at his mouth nevertheless. “I spotted him going through a stim toy website before he suddenly and mysteriously had a mission on the other side of the planet. But I think most of his concern is the…”
Wally winces at the thought of the myriad of medical issues the entity’s faced since his arrival to Earth. Barry’s wince stretches to match. They both saw the report.
“…So it’s been a lot of food on Bart’s part. A lot of managing his care of them too; Superboy and Rob aren’t the most straightforward team in the world, but I think they’re largely keeping Bart in check on this one— not that they’re on base as much as Bart is.”
Wally smiles. It’s not a very happy smile, or very relieved of his earlier guilt, but it’s a smile nevertheless. That’s fine. Barry’ll work on the rest on Sunday; they’re due for a good luncheon out somewhere nice. Their JLA-approved food budget can foot the bill. Maybe…Indian? There’s got to be good food in Delhi they haven’t tried yet.
“At least J’onn’s back on base next week.” Wally sighs, crooked and a little weary. “Maybe this will finally get them to stop running every time someone gets within forty feet of them. Like, they realize they’re losing vital fluids, right? Wait, is Bart even giving them any water?”
“…I’m going to hold off on that worrying thought. I have a different one I’m sweating over. Do we even know if Bart will let our resident telepath get within forty feet of his new playmate?”
Wally groans, face in his hands. Barry can’t help but laugh a little—perhaps tinged with desperation.
Sidekicks. Always with the new problems. At least last time they had this problem, Kon could talk.
#The speedster clan is all here baby#and they are all Deeply Concerned#how they show their concern varies. But hey! They Care#and Caring is what matters :)#Bart Wally and Barry: hey can we get this one before Bats can? Yeah. Yeah! Let's try it#health and hybrids#Danny Phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dcu crossover#faer fic#tw body horror#tw gore#tw medical#cryptid!au#spooky lad
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just saw this photo while was scroling pinterest and thought it was cute
With bath time, you get a fuzzy bat!
#ask#beautiful beautiful fanart#my art#bloody flora#THIS IS SO CUTE#BIG BAT LAD#dip in water(?)#why am I seeing that one video the pope doing baptism dipping this one child into water upside down#baptism would probably kill these two huh#anyway come here lemme hug you#I love your doodles I giggle everytime I see them#🥺🌹
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I̶ ̴f̶o̸u̷n̵d̷ ̵y̵o̵u̴.̵.̶.̵!̸
An illustration of my FNAF OC, Neo the Neon bat!! An 80's arcade themed lad who runs the laser tag area...!
Might be offered as a print in my etsy shop soon too ;)
#fnaf#fnaf oc#art#digital art#horror#fnafsb#fnaf security breach#security breach oc#spooky#halloween#virus#viral#bat#robot#animatronic#arcade#retro aesthetic#neon#fnaf pizzaplex#he is very precious to me#please enjoy this art#I'm very proud of it currently#he's such a funky lad!!
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Glamour Shot
#Hairy Slit Faced Bat#Bats of Africa#Bat of the day#daily bat#Bats#batposting#Bat#You love to see it#Look at this Lad
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Snoopy the Malayan (?) Flying Fox, via
#i forgor what she is sorry lads#trying to speedrun this queueing session I have dnd in like fifteen mins#dubious id#flying fox#bat
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Hi. Vertin kept Schneider’s dress and coat.
#you could hit me in the solar plexus with a bat and it’ll hurt less#reverse 1999#just finished chapter two! we’re not making it out of this one lads.#tender is the night? WRONG. the night hurts so bad.#certified storm moments
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I accidentally fell asleep so this is all I have to offer for Halloween art 😅 Here are past Halloween bats of 2021, 2022, and 2023! (I did not do a Halloween specific on in 2020).
#MOOGLE BAT IS LONG OVERDUE#I still want to draw something spooky but idk what#lads what is considered too late to be a socially acceptable Halloween art offering?#bat bat bat bat
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