#clown morph

[makerpreserveus]

My new baby

She's already very active in her enclosure and exploring even though it's her first day

Gonna let her chill and settle for a week then offer a meal

Gotta pick a name for her

[skeleslime-phantom]

You're gonna look at my darling lad, Sir Flapjack.

✨️🐍🌈

[caelidra]

Hatched out a Super-Pastel Mojave Leopard Clown first try. If it turns out to be female it'll literally be our holy grail lmao

[labyrinth-guard]

Im coping with Xmen 97' last episode coming out next week with a funny polyam ship

[elalalune]

Reaching through the looking glass

(Wonderland au)

[bittybatarts]

hatched an egg for the last day of the year and got a very pretty baby with pretty similar colors to my progen Aether, thought it was cute

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Now I really DO want to see Morph and Iceman interact, like what happens when you put the two "Funny Guy" characters in a room together? They will either be completely vibing with each other, or hissing like angry, territorial cats.

[king-hsssy]

Love Morph bc they are giving the catty nonbinary friend who shit talks you but *their* the only one who can shit talk you

[woolhardy]

*Ahem*

Baby fools (clowns,mimes ,jesters, etc) should be called:

Wibbles

[mushroom-for-art]

Id love to see a take on a Pikachu Morph!

Coming right up!

First we have the Lightning Morph

A simple inoffensive morph that's a favorite amongst people due to being a simplistic shakeup of the usual Pikachu look whilst having no health problems or issues brought upon by the different markings. They're just a zappy guy! There was a brief craze when some Lightning morphs had extended cheek patterns as though lightning was sparking from their cheeks, a favourite being zigzags under the eyes affectionately known as the "Ash Morph" due to the similar shape.

Next we have the Nanab/Banana Morph!

An adorable morph with colors similar to that of the Nanab beery including the browning spots older Nanabs that need using tend to gain. Another loved morph due to lack of health concerns and how different it looks.

And from the Nanab/Banana Morph comes the Peeled Nanab Morph

Characterised by having a paler stomach often times a whole pale front this morph is just a slight variation of the Nanab Morph with the pale stomachs like that of the actual Nanab fruit. There is debate over what counts as a 'true' version of this morph some argue it needs to be a whole body stripe others just the stomach, it's up to interpretation really but for a while this Morph whipped up a frenzy due to their cute pale bellies resulting in them selling for more than their original morph counterpart.

The Sweethearts Morph

A more problematic morph, assumably bred from the banned deluxe shiny morph (the shiny status of this morph is heavily debated as is the legality due to the Pokémon apparent inability to evolve and noted shortened tail that causes issue with absorbing electricity but I digress), and an albino morph making a pink tones Pikachu from the Deluxe Shinys darker more red coat and the Albinos white. They briefly caused a frenzy amongst people with heart shaped patterns having ones selling for much more, however they were quickly banned from being bred and being used in competitions and battles due to health issues. Functionally they are somewhat albino, suffering from many of the similar health conditions they're susceptible to heat exhaustion and heat stroke and require sun protection measures, they often exhaust quickly and can't hold a steady charge and often have eyesight issues. Thus the ones that have been bred must only be kept as companions and not used competitively in any manner.

Lastly the Clown Morph! (hoax)

A small breeder posted on their social media the creation of the Clown Morph a Spinda like Pikachu that quickly became desired. At about midday the same breeder posted that the morph was in fact an April Fools with a video of their very patient Pikachu partner having the Pokémon paint washed off of them. Many people caused uproar about the deceit claiming the breeder used unsafe paints or that they took money from them for a Clown Morph and used it to boost their business but the claims were quickly disproven as it was just some people very angry and not taking being pranked very well. Most saw the funny side of this hoax.

[gennianydots]

I love. this. show.

I look forward to it every week.

Dare I say: it has “been my favorite” for a few weeks now. I’ll see myself out.

“How do you feel about him exactly?”

tHe KiSs hsksgksvgs and Mom interruption 1

Piseang comes out to mom but also, says its my business not yours

Pear: What the fuck is a “straight man” anyway? Who are you to dictate what that looks like? Fuck off.

Not: 😟😳

Kawi realizes he kissed Pisaeng and Mom interruption 2

BE MY FAVORITE: it’s all about the truth.

[honeyhobies]

🔀 and punkflower?

work til the mornin' - amira unplugged, lexie hayden — cowboy au

but keep them in NYC - just a strong horseriding community where the stables are on the outskirts and the horses are a welcome regularity in the city.

miles has long become a fixture of brooklyn with his horse, spider. and she is beautiful, a black snowflake appaloosa whose lighter speckles seem to shine almost chestnut in direct sunlight; appreciative whistles often reserved for impressive sports cars follow in her wake as she clops down the sidewalks. spider probably knows the streets of brooklyn better than anyone, has a propensity to nuzzle the heads of children and teasingly nip at the hoods on unsuspecting passersby—and even, if the rumors are to be believed, is no stranger to stopping the occasional crime under miles' expert direction.

she's loved, he's loved, and there's an unspoken truth that if anything were to happen to either of them brooklyn would go on the charge in their name.

hobie's not from brooklyn, or nyc. he ends up in the city out of necessity when a friend's couch opens up and he can make an escape from his past. so when he spends his first weekend there walking around to get his bearings of this new place, he's stunned by the number of horses that seem to just...blend in. there's relatively little reaction from the crowds, they seem to navigate around the horses like it's second-nature, and hobie is intrigued. where he's from, seeing this many horses means needing to make a trip out to the countryside.

where he's from, the people with horses within city limits only belonged to cops. not freely in the hands of new york city residents.

he wants to know everything about these horses. eventually, he gleans from someone who didn't take one look at his spiked vest and narrow their eyes where the stables are, and hobie doesn't wait, he goes that night to check it out. get a better glimpse of what this club's about, check out the horses on his own time, and—

sue him. that pretty speckled black horse looked like she fell in love with him just as much as he did. it's not his fault that the padlocks on the stables are rusty enough to break easily, or that she was all too willing to be led out to the ring and mounted by someone with zero riding experience. nor is it his fault that when she reared up onto her hind legs that hobie didn't know where to grab on that wouldn't hurt her, and thus fell off onto an arm that apparently is just as easy to break as a padlock.

it is, admittedly, his fault that the first thing he did when the fuming owner stomped up to him the next time he shows his face at the stables was ask for the horse's name, the guy's name, and his phone number, in that order, before thinking to apologize.

(uncle aaron knows something miles doesn't know, he's sure of it. bc he otherwise can't figure out why his uncle would offer hobie a chance to join the club, as well as offer miles up as his partner.)

((the first thing miles does is throw hobie a shovel. if nothing else, at least he's going to be off cleaning duty for awhile.))

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, get an au ask game!

[frankysworkshop]

Sillyy

[clownkiwi]

has anyone tried converting megalovania to doug (the cartoon) intro soundfont??? or like. the boy band soundfont from mixcraft

[drakre52]

Toon Hermans Morphing

Music Karpa ║ Drakre52 Film

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC "Pick Me Up"

The stream goes live on the first day of the school year. It's the usual song and dance - mad laughing, threats, poor jokes, terror, and about thirty kids huddled together in a classroom behind Joker's back. Tim recognizes it as one of the Gotham Academy classrooms. Dick can't imagine the horror those kids' parents must be feeling right now. Jason jokes about middle school traumatic experiences. Damian is feeling very justified for skipping classes today.

Bruce, all suited up in his Batman garb, is making his way to the Academy as fast as he possibly can. Those are kids.

Gotham is once again anxiously kept on the edge of their seats, watching as Joker decides to interview the kids on their learning experience so far. Something about leaving a good first impression on the new generation or some other bullshit. Most kids stutter over their words - it's true that Gothamites are way more composed when facing life-threatening events, but those kids are only fourteen or fifteen for the most part. They are not old enough to keep their cool in the face of a murder clown.

That is, until Joker points his camera at one of the girls. Black hair in a high ponytail, blue eyes without a trace of fear, a slightly displeased, even bored expression on her face. She looks straight into the camera, not even waiting for the laughing madman to finish his question, and deadpans:

"I don't think I like school. Pick me up, please."

Joker sputters.

"Not so scared, I see," he sneers, and, in the next moment, a comically large gun painted in purples and greens is pointed to the girl's forehead, "How about now?"

The girl scrunches her nose and makes a so-so gesture.

"It's kinda meh," she admits, "Like, yeah, points for style, but you know, size doesn't matter. It's all in the technique."

Dick snorts over the comms. It's a bad time for laughing, sure, but the phrase caught him off-guard. This is not what you'd expect to hear from a teen, and definitely not something you'd expect anyone to say to the Joker. Jason's comms are muted, but Barbara knows he also laughed a little.

"Technique, you say?" Joker hisses, pressing the gun closer to the girl's head, and she winces, leaning away from it, almost as if she is disgusted by the touch.

"Yeah, I mean, guns are not that scary anyway. What are you gonna do with them, blast my brains all over the floor? Been there, done that," the girl shrugs, "Kinda nasty, but overall, it's just like slime, only sticky." She pauses and looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought, "Huh, maybe we should have added Borax to it. Or was it baking soda?.."

"Listen here, you little brat," Joker's fingers catch the girl's chin, and his voice becomes sickeningly menacing. Bruce is almost there, just two more minutes. Tim is already grappling onto the wall.

But none of them get to finish.

"Put your dirty fingers away from my sister," a low, cold, and even in a way that speaks of barely contained fury, voice comes from out of the screen.

The camera spins, like whoever is holding it turned really fast, and everyone watching the stream sees a fairly normal guy standing by the window - a turtleneck and ripped jeans, same black hair as the girl, same blue eyes... Wait, they are not blue.

And that's not a guy.

The camera falls down to the floor, and there are a lot of panicked screams coming from the broadcast now, but none of them sound like children's voices. It's the screams of adults, of grown-ass men, and later, someone even claimed they heard Joker's scream among them, too. The picture on camera glitches a few times, and the angle is awkward, but everyone still gets to see how shadows in the room morph into eyes, wide open and green, and how the darkness grows sharp teeth, countless grinning mouths that don't belong to any faces.

Screams turn into gargling and then to quiet whispers, filling the ears of all those listening with countless words in languages they don't know.

Red Robin turns off the recording and looks to that same guy from the levestream, sitting across him on the couch. The guy - Daniel, or Danny, as he introduced himself - looks him in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, and?"

"How did you do it?" Tim asks for the third time this evening. Danny blinks.

"Did what?" He asks, completely incomprehending. Tim groans. He's been trying to get his answers, any answers at this point, from the guy for thirty fucking minutes already. So far, he's got nothing. Danny, whoever the fuck he is, proves to be the most annoying human being on Earth.

"Seven people in a coma, including Joker himself, with no physical injuries and none of the children remember a thing! How?!" He demands, and a girl's face peeks from around the corner:

"I remember!"

Tim snaps his head at her, "What do you remember?"

The girl pauses, blinks, and looks to Danny. Then shrugs, "My brother picked me up from school."

Tim drops his head down and breathes out in frustration. He can't force the information out of civilians, he is a vigilante, not a mafia.

"Would it make you feel better if I promise not to do it again?" Danny asks, and his voice is way too innocent for Tim to believe him. He raises his head to look the guy in his shameless, amused eyes.

"I hate you."

"Thanks," Danny grins.