#filling in for the skull

[orbbo]

For fanon swap, possibly eldritch etho?

feelin' casual (its another one you click)

[diana-andraste]

La jeune fille et la mort, Hans Bellmer, 1974

from series Unterweisungen der Sexualität II

[holymaccaronii]

I was making something a bit more serious about this but then I remembered these typa funny redraws

Have whatever this is, feat. my fugly lookin AM design over there in the back staring at you.

[wehavekookies]

They're wonky and they're bubbly but they fit and i love them.

Made my guy a pair of eyes 👁️👁️

[tinteduse]

lala playing + having fun lala

[monotone-artist]

[id in alt]

redraw from the dark beginnings episode!! i am bouncing off walls at a frightful speed

[evostrashbin]

the curse of immortality (spoiler: Kiran is also on this picture 👍)

[wonderful-emoji]

Can i get some skeletons and flowers, maybe?!?!

I love all these emojis so much and I always need more skeleton related ones c:

[asfodeltide]

[super-weed-ninja]

TMNTTober

Day 6: An Injustice

"He dropped to his knees, ignoring the muck as it mixed with the growing pool of blood and soaked into his kneepads.  Michelangelo knew already that it was too late.  Knew when the cries of the toddler stopped as suddenly as her mother had fallen to the cold concrete.  Still, he held his breath and reached his shaking hands over her little form where it lay draped over the woman.  As gentle as he could, he tilted her back into his arm, desperate to feel her breath. Barely a sliver of yellow light broke into the lane from the street, but from above, the nearly full moon reflected in her open and lifeless eyes.  He choked on a sob, holding back both tears and retching as despair tightened painfully in his chest. It wasn't fair.  He'd been right there."

From a one shot I wrote a bajillion years ago and never posted.

there's so many things I want to fix in this drawing now but I have to stop messing with it.

[seth-whumps]

that thing a whumpee with a migraine does, the leaning forward in their seat, elbows on knees and face buried in their hands, breathing through the pain? yeah. yeah that.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

and now, a break from our normal schedule for my Favorite cat dad and his lovely vagabond son

[somegrumpynerd]

Stars vs bad sanses having a fight in a pacifist au where they reached the surface but then it starts raining really hard mid-fight and they all have to go find shelter and wait for it to stop

[frnkiebby]

why is he like this~🎃

[feppepurin]

hey do yall . uh . do yall think that during the time period at end of freaking out and up to the middle of hellbent lewis has 3 lil deadbeats w him bc they remind him of the gan— gets shot

[gintrinsic-writing]

There and Gone Again

“That presence,” Time murmured, eyes searching the old, gnarled branches above their heads. Realization came to him with a smile. “The Skull Kid. He’s here?”

Moonlight doused the Sacred Grove in glittering beams of silver, and a familiar song trickled through the boughs and tall grasses. “I’ve only ever seen one,” Twilight answered. “I doubt it’s the same skull kid from your era, though, right? That would make him…” He paused, trying to add the years, but Time shook his head.

“It’s him. I recognize his magic.”

“I didn’t realize they lived so long,” Twilight said, glancing around curiously. He half-expected to find orange eyes watching him. 

“I suspect he may be an exception. His brand of trouble… Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if it affected his lifespan.” Time’s frown did little to mask the fondness in his voice. “Maybe his spirit is tied to this place now.”

Twilight shrugged. “Maybe. He sure was a…”

“Brat?”

“I was gonna say asshole,” Twilight admittedly with a quiet laugh. “But he did help me, in the end.”

Time nodded like that was no surprise. “Tell me about him. How was he?”

Twilight leaned back on his hands as he considered the question. “He seemed well enough, I s’pose. He laughed a lot.” Usually at Twilight’s expense, but he didn’t need to say as much. 

“That's good. What mask is he sporting these days?”

“Mask?”

“He always preferred to wear a mask. It… became a bit of an issue, actually.”

Twilight blinked. “There was no mask. I reckon he might’ve been a little less creepy if he’d had one.”

“Creepy?” Time gave him an odd look. 

“Y’know, the whole—” Twilight gestured to his own face, “—glowing orange eyes, and that cavernous grin. There were too many teeth.”

Time didn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence was broken only occasionally by the low, mournful trill of a flute from within the woods. “I see,” he said at last. “I guess the magic affected more than just his lifespan.”

“What do you mean?”

Time shook his head. “Nothing. What about Tat’l and Tael?”

“Who?”

“His fairy friends.”

“I never saw any fairies around him.”

"Oh." Time looked disappointed. "But you didn’t see any other skull kids either?”

“No, just him.”

“He was completely alone?”

Unease weighed on Twilight’s shoulders. “He had his puppets.” At Time’s stare, he added, “He used magic to control these large, wooden puppets. They looked, well…” He didn’t want to say creepy again. “They had spindly limbs and low heads, and they wore cloaks up high on their backs.”

The silence, this time, was absolute while it lasted. Time finally let out a quiet breath. “The moon as his mask, the giants as his puppets, and… alone. Completely alone.” He turned suddenly, staring where the shadows nestled thickest. “Is this a joke or a memorial? Has your grief trapped you?”

Twilight shifted uncomfortably. The little hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. “Time?” he whispered.

Something stirred within the shadows, there and gone again. The music trickled back to life, endless once more.