#Collaberative RP

[lycanr0t]

valvox making out against a wackdonalds dining area window from a scene in @ziptieparty and I's fic ✌️

(also a redraw of this!)

[solstice-sims]

She a train wreck, I love to watch her derail I told her say less, Guess Ima see you in hell

Collab with @wasntbuilt on Simsta <3 Emeric and Rome really be beefing in the dms everyday tho

[collabwithmyself]

Joined a multiverse RP, got my characters incessantly harassed by slashers and creepypastas, you know how it is

[tragedynoir]

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[nick-web]

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[anonymocha]

God-ish

[ask-grian]

uh. where- I was-

I swear I was just in Tubbo's mansion..

[he doesnt see you yet btw]

@ask-ctommy

OOC: once more answering for you to get some of that SWEET SWEET REACH

Awwooohh not you again! What, are you here to steal Mumbo away a second time???

[lonelymoonbeams]

am i a robot or a doll?

am i anything at all?

maybe a thing like me doesn't yet deserve to know...

[0m0-0m0]

[* The DREAMER has caught you. Time to head back now.]

[solstice-sims]

lol whip it outtttt xD

w/ @softpixls 💖

[noonmutter]

Bad Luck: Tarts After Dark II (2024) - Leon's First Tart Performance

Talthon holds his chin still searching for something specific.  “Now if only I could find....” his brows furrow quickly after as something displeases him with the rack. His gaze shifts to the side stage area and locks eyes with Leon. "You. Here." His rich voice entices while he curls his finger twice before pointing beside himself. Leon rolls his eyes a little, but does step up as requested. Tal continues to contemplate over the large wall of whips and crops, grabbing the bag hanging there on the far right hook. Talthorn slips it off the rack with a firm, “Hold these.” The magi insists on giving the man the bag and a whip abruptly but with purpose. Leon is puzzled but holds the things dutifully as the Kaldorei continues with his theatrics. "It seems that these made their way into my collection by accident, and we cannot have that~" 

Talthorn ’s nimble digits slip out his favorite leather tool before he weaves some arcane in command for the shelf on stage to be dismissed. "Keeping things organized is essential for every Master..." he examines the held crop in his hands before continuing with his thought "...of Ceremonies. To ensure maximum enjoyment for those involved~" The loud clack of the leather is amplified to reach even the farthest patron of the venue as it makes contact with his palm.

As Leon starts to scooch offstage, Talthorn snaps out his hand to catch the man's shoulder and he freezes. The magi's finger armor sparks up his hand with a dangerous hum to them now, and that devious smile slips over the magi's painted lips. "And I so enjoy keeping things...orderly." "Um--"

Talthorn drums his fingers on that held shoulder as he speaks in that luscious tone. "However it will not be -my- talents you will all be observing in full tonight~" His gaze shifts over to the audience as his voice carries over through the entire room. "Esteemed guests and appreciators of all the erotica arts! It is with great pleaaasssure~" His eyes glow brighter with the control he felt in this position. "That I show off. This fine specimen--" the magi motions the crop from top to bottom of Leon in a smooth action, nicely dressed in his venue attire.

"I should… prolly go–" Talthorn's head slithers its way over to the other side of Leon's head, observing his reactions. "Our first performer for all of us to indulge in aaaand first time he's been featured on this stage I might add...."

He flashes his fangs in his nefarious grin, seeming to feed on this as the electric looking spell runs over Leon. "He will not leave anyone disappointed I am sure~” A darker voice resonates but the Kaldorei's mouth is motionless for this part. “There is no escape for him this time.”  Evil laughter seems to have been thrown to the back of the room. The longer Talthorn talks, the more time horror has to set in on Leon’s face. "Oh no."

Talthorn‘s hand rises for this grand announcement! “Prepare yourself for a stimulating display that will leave you both haunted and heated with their undeniable talent in creating powerful imagery through music and motion! I give you! None other than our own Leon, ‘The Succulent Coatrack’, Ambroce~!”

“TAL, NO!”

Everything happens so fast! The moment those words come out of the man's mouth, the magi has snapped his electric fingers and POOF! Leon's whole outfit is magically replaced with a leather jacket bearing dazzling flames up the sleeves, and leather pants that look practically painted on. It takes only a moment for the man to notice what’s happened and sputter while the Kaldorei makes his dramatic exit with his blink spell to settle on his conjured throne offstage to watch with expectant eyes. 

Leon is abandoned to face the audience alone on the empty stage. The moment he tries to run away through the curtains, he’s spat right back out with that whip and bag to center stage thanks to the Master of Ceremonies’ arcane magic.Talthorn tsks a couple times and slowly waves his crop from side to side, warning Leon not to do that again. It’s show time!

A pulsing wail not unlike a distant air raid siren at once echoes and amplifies the creeping panic as Leon’s head snaps up, eyes fully saucered. He looks at the curtains. He looks at his clothes. He looks at the crowd. He looks at the stuff on the floor next to him. He huffs a weak, terrified little “heh” of a laugh. Opening his mouth, his voice is lost in the first explosion of buzzing bass, and he hangs his head in defeat.

Leon almost whimpers as he steps away from the curtains, giving them one last longing look. Eyeing the whip like it might bite him, he leaves it on the floor in favor of the bag. Peeking inside, whatever he finds cracks him up, and the grin stays as he rolls his shoulders and stands up a little straighter. When his voice finally finds him again, it’s released almost in a sigh. “I think I've lost my way… A long vacation”

Tossing the bag up and catching it with his free hand, Leon shakes his head, still grinning, “Like a rat that holds the plague…” He snags the whip with his taloned toes and tosses it up into his free hand. The long tail coils and wraps around his arm like it’s got a mind of its own, seeming for just a moment like a hungering tentacle before he shakes it loose and lets it drag. “The infestation…” 

With a ‘how hard can this be?’ look to him, Leon draws the whip back, swinging it in a slow arc above his head and lashing it with a sharp, satisfying crack… Only to swing wild on the way back. While he manages to shield his face, a whip to the fingers hurts like HELL and he shakes out the stinging digits with an embarrassed smile to the crowd. “We all got bloody hands while playing blackjack…”

Whether perseverance or stubbornness, Leon shakes it off and draws the whip up and around for another try. “You live a life on chance,” this time, he doesn’t crack it, simply swinging it back and forth, criss-crossing steadily lower until he’s drawing the whip in a figure-eight around his torso. Since he hasn’t managed to draw blood, he grins again, triumphant this time. “You get your payback.”

Emboldened, he flicks the whip up into the air, letting the handle spin and catching it deftly. He whirls on his heel and hauls back for a good hard CRACK, aimed properly this time to let the fall come back and sail harmlessly past his shoulder. 

Catching the length of it in his free hand, he wanders slowly from one side of the stage to the other, pensive. “I need a little help sometimes to listen to myself…” Caught up in his musing, he fails to notice a strange, dark spectre slinking into view to set one hand over his, pushing the whip down. “From someone else…”

Leon shoots a bit of a glare toward a few  choice faces: other Tarts (especially Talthorn), friends, lovers, confidantes. But there was a small plea in there, too. The spectre's hand begins to pry Leon's fingers open. “I can't believe I came so far surviving in this shame…” 

Finally, the man seems to realize something’s wrong and tries to raise the whip, but it’s a struggle. “Am I to blame?” After a second, his grip tightens on the whip and he tears himself away, swinging hard and angry toward the thing in the dark until it scatters.

“I'm not!” CRACK! “Shut up!” CRACK! “SHUT UP!”

In an act of almost manic defiance, Leon hucks the bag in a high arc over the crowd, snapping the whip out to slice it open midair. The contents of the bag fly out in a dazzling spiral, dousing everyone in attendance with–you guessed it–glitter. 

“Welcome to the freak show!” With a toss of his head, Leon lets a second, smaller arc of glitter fly from his wealth of dark hair, “Thought the odds were equal, roulette in my head keeps rolling on” He shrugs the jacket off his shoulders and into his free hand, revealing the form-fitting white shirt decorated in glimmering golden roses that’d been hidden underneath it.

Leon reverses the whip to hold it by the fall, swinging the handle in a slow circle like a flail. “Let the bloody streets flow,” That’s a dangerous look he’s giving Ithilios as the whip starts spinning faster, “Nothing holds a candle to the rapid fire of my own gun” He throws the jacket up, watching it fall, then looses the whip handle at it. The jacket is propelled forward, only for Leon to grip the whip tight and stop its motion before any harm can come to anything but, perhaps, Ithilios‘s pride as a speeding leather jacket plaps into their face.

“Maybe psycho,” He merrily croons with an almost tick-tock tilt of his head for the word as the jacket lands. “Push me and you might go over in a blaze of arcane blue” He turns and lunges at the opposite edge of the stage to slide to a stop in front of Taedelan, rolling onto his back and staring up into their eyes. “Stop me if I ramble,” Rolling over once again and planting his hands, he springs back to his feet effortlessly, giving Taedelan a wink, “I'll come take a gamble for you,” and caresses their cheek with the whip as he bounces back on his heels to saunter center stage.“'Cause you need a little bad luck baby”

As the music rolls on, Leon lashes out in a series of increasingly rapid strikes. Despite the apparent recklessness of it all, while rips and tears appear all over the back and sides of his pants, there’s not a single scratch to the skin underneath. There is a little glimpse of bright blue under there, though…a *very* little glimpse. In no time at all, they’re barely a complete pair of pants anymore, more like chaps with a bunch of string across the back.

Eyes scanning across the crowd even as he continues to wreck his wardrobe, Leon’s smile returns with a vengeance, now outright cocky as he purrs, “A new ghost in the house…The city's haunted”

Leon points at Celedyn, then snaps the whip straight out toward him. “I never crossed the line,” the lashing tail coils around the drink in his hand, and with a sharp yank, Leon fetches it for himself, catching the flying goblet in his empty hand and toasting its former owner. “But I like feeling wanted.”

He takes a messy gulp that seems to pour as much down his neck as into his mouth, then dumps the rest over his head and tosses the empty vessel aside, “Foundations wash away the pain I tasted.” His shirt, now soaked through, clings to his chest and outlines every muscle underneath, practically highlighting the dark hair running down his middle.

Sliding into a kneel in front of Santheloria, he reaches for the first button on the clinging fabric, grinning as it slides free, “Now you'll love the game we play.” In short order, there’s no buttons left and he peels the drenched cloth away to bare his fuzzy chest and abs. Walking his fingers up his body, he comes to a stop when he reaches the edge of the burn scars decorating his stomach, and this close, it’s easy to tell that those scars dip past the waistline of his pants. “But your luck is wasted.” 

As he leans toward Santheloria doubtless with something wicked on his mind, the spectre reappears. With its own whip in hand now, it hauls back and swings hard. With an almost discordant crack, that fancy shirt of his hangs from his shoulders, now split down the back as well as the front. Leon arches in shocked pain and drops his whip, a bright red line running up his spine.

Leon looks almost mournfully at the sleeves of the thoroughly ruined garment, seeming lost for a moment. “I need a little hurt sometimes to keep me who I am.” Then, his brow furrows and he strips the last of the wet cloth from his body. “To give a damn.” Standing back up, he turns to face the spectre, jaw set as he squares his tattooed shoulders despite the stinging mark up his back. “I came back with my shattered soul to find a better way.”

Leon picks up his whip and begins to swing, raising it slowly until it’s spinning an almost perfect circle above him like a lasso. “Now who's to say?” Almost snarling, Leon strikes at the spectre, the resultant crack sounding on beat. Face contorting in a silent shriek, the darkness scatters, and Leon turns back to the crowd, invigorated once again.

Kicking the discarded goblet up from the floor with an almost triumphant “Welcome to the freakshow!” he snaps the whip out quicklike to send it higher. As he continues to sing, the goblet tries to fall, and Leon refuses to let it land. There are a couple close calls here and there, but it’s all but impossible to tell whether it’s intention or narrowly-averted disaster that sees that flying goblet arcing out over the crowd only to be snared and launched another direction again.

Only when another whip lashes out and snakes itself around Leon’s throat is the stolen goblet finally allowed to land in someone’s hand, but he’s too busy getting dragged to his knees to do anything about it.

By the time he’s gotten himself untangled and turned around, the spectre has approached to cradle him, reassure him as though it could save him from the next strike. Leon nestles back into it, seemingly unaware. “I need a little help sometimes to listen to myself…”

The darkness begins to crawl over his skin, slowly enveloping his bared flesh as he looks out at everyone, seeing no one. ”From someone else… From someone else…” When he looks back down and sees his arms covered in black, he shakes off the fog and recognizes the danger he’s in. 

Reaching out, he looks almost frantic. “I couldn't find the words to say I miss you more than peace.” The darkness wraps completely around his arms and pins them to his sides, and he hits the floor. “So save me please… Come save me please!”

With only his face still uncovered, Leon squeezes his eyes shut. “You taught me how to hate the world itself, well lucky me…” They snap back open, and he looks back at the monstrous thing that’s all but overtaken him. In one last, desperate act, he manages to jerk an arm loose and grab his whip off the floor. “But am I free? Now am I free?” Tendrils snag his wrist and drag him, whip and all, back into its inky embrace.

Silent tension reigns as the darkness consumes him completely and, finally, goes still. The music sounds like a falling bomb and for a moment, it seems like the fight is lost… only for Leon to EXPLODE out of it, both whips in hand. He stands there, gasping, skin almost ablaze in sparkles from water, sweat and glitter alike. Then, he looks out… and finally up. At last, he raises both whips, swinging them in tandem above his head and bringing them out to his sides in a deafening dual crack as he finds his footing.

As he launches into the final chorus, Leon takes a running leap and launches into the crowd, snapping out a whip to swing from the rafters, only landing briefly on a table before he lashes out with the other whip to take off again. Tattered cloth falls from the ceiling as he passes overhead, the remnants of his destroyed pants falling like confetti. A rather…larger…piece of confetti drops unceremoniously onto Tal’s head as Leon passes, the front half of those pants discarded at last.

When he finally touches back down on stage, he’s bare down to his ever-present collar, and a pair of blue mesh booty shorts that hide virtually nothing. Turning his back, he grins over his shoulder to the crowd and hooks his thumbs in the waistband, giving them time to see the bright gold lettering spelling out “BAD LUCK” across his ass.

Just as he begins pushing them down, the music cuts, and the lights go out. 

“...Aw, c’mon.”

( @succulent-tart )

( With endless thanks to @talthorn-sylvoran and @anzhin-the-starman for their assistance )

[tragedynoir]

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[bluu3berry]

sketch your character with Hyde!

I haven't done one of these in awhile and Hyde is my hyperfixation SOOO! Draw yourself hiding, or saying hi or just interacting with Hyde!

You may delete the box and the shelf but don't touch Hyde :3

Rules: No proshipping, No nsfw (Hyde is 10), Don't alter Hyde in anyway, You may delete the shelf and the box

Don't repost, reblogs encouraged

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[loartacc]

RUNS IN

Baby time in Ramora Weyr again yall heres the latest batch from me and min!

Meet Mauve Meavith! A collab with beloved @minnowbit !!! We traded this lil guy back and forth after every markin so Collab Baby. Hes a little trouble maker and gave me HELL posting him wise.

Meet Felasith! A spicy lil rise onyx who was drawn by yours truly. Shes a mean lil snakey dragon, and has definitely one of the more unique impressions I've written.

[silvertws]

The urge to make a silly goofy dead oc because funky Avicane Lore is very strong.

Like, if Heyhay in all their wisdom decided to make this a thing......... Surely... Surely it wouldn't be my fault if I ended up making the most gut wrenching, sad, heartbreaking guy/girl right..?

I definitely don't have ideas........

What no... I would never have ideas that are angst related what are you talking about...

*quickly hides my angsty posts*

See? I'm just wholesome! :D

Hear me out... Harpy Hare + Vast + a bunch of dead birbs... It'd be a cool animatic...

Ok... I may be making a bit of a storyboard... (I hate making them because they are so annoying and just UGH but yk)

One problem I encountered tho is not having like... The canon designs for some pretty important characters, like Giovanni with young Pietro and Virgil; the guys who yoinked Armor; Vast's parents (ik he looks like a lot like her 'dad' but still-) and their SISTER, we've heard so much stuff about her in the memories but haven't actually seen her much.

Also remembering what birds everyone is is kinda making me go crazy but ok.

This could also be a really cute Collab idea ngl.

I really want to actually use some fanon ocs for the dead bird kiddos/teens (cause Heyhay made the post regarding how training ends at 16 so like, I presume they can get turned into birds even after 8 yo?) but I don't want to actually ask anyone cause my motivation sucks, even tho I have the ideas, and have divided the song in parts where specific characters will show up, and have started the storyboard, I am pretty sure it will just be another project left to be dusty :((( and I really don't want that to happen cause it happens every time and I hate that :(((

[wordsbyparker]

Series Finale: An Adventurer's Heart, Part 5! (Written by Riley W. at DragonSong Studios)

The finale to @dragonsongstudios 's excellent series, "An Adventurer's Heart" is now available! Featuring the talents of @zetaaudio, @zsakuva, and @gwenifred!

Part 5: youtu.be/qLc32FeNcno

Series Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6RAz579zz8rHyWDaCWYB6__l-EB9ri4W