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#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#gricko grimgrin#morning frost#gideon coal#hootsie grimgrin#the post doesn’t really have spoilers but I guess the tags kind of do so if you haven’t seen past ep 20 don’t read the rest of the tags#Hootsie i love her dearly but I need to learn how to draw her better#guess which episodes I watched today impossible challenge#he was MAAAD when frost gave away the whistle#I might’ve exaggerated it but in my head this is what it looked like#(I think about the memories they gave to the hares too much fucking Gideon and frost dude giving their stuff away ughhhhh)#gricko and Gideon body swap was#something#consistent sizes of characters is not a concept Im familiar with#Gideon looks off to me but I have no idea why so#Hootsies color by number 🫶#implied grimmorning 😙#except it was just an actual line from an episode
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Stuck in the middle of a forest made of
Flesh and bones and they're all scared of
A lost little boy who has lost his heart
Fear's not enough, they have to
Tear him apart —-------
There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well:
He’s adopted.
He can’t remember anything else before that.
‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents.
What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill.
When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.
(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.)
The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.
It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one.
The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself.
His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.
(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.)
(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.)
They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.
(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)
Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe.
He turned back around and went inside.
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Where do we go
When the river's running slow
Where do we run
When the cats kill one by one
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One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.
He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal.
It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking.
He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter.
Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind.
(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)
After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous.
He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.
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Hazel beneath our claws
While we wait for cerulean to cry
Unsettled ticks run through time
Enough for the hunt to go awry
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There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own.
He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t.
Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward.
(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”)
(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)
He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell.
A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his.
He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it.
His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.
Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.
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Harpy hare
Where have you buried all your children?
Tell me so I say
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When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now.
Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.
He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.
Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own.
(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)
(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)
(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)
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It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders
And they will never
Hear me here listen to croons and a calling
I'll tell them all the
Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow
Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare
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More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother.
Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten.
His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands.
They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely.
It is a fast dream.
His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.
His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods.
The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him.
The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal.
His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train.
(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.)
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She can't keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me so I say
(Mother, tell me so I say)
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When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again.
The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person.
(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.)
(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)
Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird.
(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)
—------
Seeker, do you ever come to wonder
If what you're looking for is within where you hold
Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path
You'll soon forget
Home
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When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is.
When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.
‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off.
He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.
He ends up calling himself Phantom.
(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.)
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Home is where we are
Home is where you are
Home is where I am
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Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danyal al ghul au#amnesiac danyal al ghul au#songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart#musician danny has my heart and soul#yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks#implied good mom talia al ghul#danyal is a momma's boy send tweet#dpxdc ficlet#dpxdc prompts#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au#no beta no edits we die like danny fenton#poc danny fentons#i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on.#but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense#ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later#morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it#since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous#phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:].#danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: 🥰🌸✨#danyal al ghul with everyone else: 👹🔪#am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyal’s amnesia and appearance by the cabin? 👀 maybe#not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him
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Guess who just discovered @yaelokre and is now obsessed! Guess who my favorite is!
#yaelokre#yaelokre fanart#harpy hare#clémentine#clémentine meadowlark#I love them so much#fanart#oc fanart#my art
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And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!
I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!
I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!
And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:
and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.
Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer
Vanessa; POLAR BEARS
Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D
Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')
#apex polarity#polar!y/n#polar!vanessa#polar!michael#polar!eclipse#orca!eclipse#dca#dca au#OK! Here comes the obligatory extra thoughts section- from top to bottom order- GO!!!#BEHOLD!: is the will smith meme- but it's also kind of a reference to the “BEHOLD- a man!” joke but- you know- in reverse :P#also if you wondering why Y/n is kind of T-posing- it's the 'I have too many layers of clothes so I'm sort of T-posing' pose#I love drawing them like that XD#and also I'm giving them a little sass- you know- as a treat 💅❇️#NDA: I love michael. He's been through shit and is trying so hard to keep everyone safe-#and for that I want to give him a break and a hug :')#POLAR BEARS: I know and you know and SHE knows *nods knowingly* polar bears XD#Me and the bad bitch: this fits so well with polar!y/n but it would be an even better fit for hare!y/n XD#my pronouns: Sorry Y/n- eclipse will like you no matter the gender- so you're stuck! Good luck! XD#Yeti puns: OK so Michael knows sirens exists right?#So I was thinking that he's probably a cryptid believer- but not so much a cryptid enjoyer#So I was trying to make a mug slogan that was kind of both#but that was HARD- so in the end I picked just a pure and very simple yeti pun for his mug#the 'Yeti? Not on my watch!' ties back to michael believeing in cryptids- but not liking them#so yes- my headcanon is he will send cryptids to Uno hell if possible#at 'yeti spagetti!' I was grasping at straws- NOTHING RHYMES WITH YETI EXCEPT SPAGETTI!! Also yes-#spagetti is misspelled and I'm going to keep misspelling it because why tf is there an H in the word spagetti? NAY I SAY!! *GASP* ok done!#again I hope all of you are doing well in these times#and I'm sorry for being so late in saying this naff (got caught up in the holiday prep)- but I hope you're feeling better now! Ik how#stressful it can be around the holidays- but I hope this cheered you up and that you'll get to relax after chirstmas!#NOW I NEED TO STOP BECAUSE I'VE REACHED THE TAG LIMIT- happy holidays everyone and hope you have a good one!
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haven’t posted any of my artfight attacks on here but i figured ya’ll would like this piece I did for ZouZouPowa’s Harker Miku design :)
#my art#digital art#yaelokre#harker miku#yaelokre fanart#meadowlark#harpy hare#hayfields#miku#miku fanart#hatsune miku#I tried to use this as a study of Yaelokre’s style but i ran out of time :(#I love their illustrations so much I need to do some more in-depth studies
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Wyatt enjoyers may I interest you in another rabbit her name is Elwig :) 🍫🃏
#Cyberpunk Dragons#Elwig#Animatronic#Neon Ocean Art#[ HI HI HELLO SORRY FOR THE SILENCE I AM ALIVE BUT LOOK AT MY GIRLYYYYYYY#Technically she's a hare and not a rabbit lol#the March Hare to be specific!#I've honestly had her for SO LONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA#today seemed like a fitting day to post her lol#but yeah she's like the Minnie to Wyatt's Mickey!#Also I truly cannot explain why she is fully clothed and Wyatt is naked lololol#Wyatt actually does wear clothes but I've never drawn him in them sdfsdf#finally revealing another member of the Neon Wonderland cast sobs I love them so much your honor ]
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made a lil meadowlark oc bc @yaelokre 's music has my brain in a death grip.
this is runo, hes a journal and story keeper and occasionally illustrates the stories told to him. also he has an opossum mask.
can you tell ive been fixated on the world yaelokre created for like. a month now.
i hope i can get new ohuhu markers soon to do a better ref of him and draw the other characters theyve made.
#my art#traditional art#artists on tumblr#me talking#danny rambles#boost#open commissions#queer artist#commissions open#it made me so happy#to know that theyre (i think) also mixed Filipino and queer and their art is so cool and they're music is amazing#yaelokre#meadowlark#if i got their identity wrong pardon me#but i just#auaiuuuugh i love hartebeest and harpy hare so much#:3
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HAPPY POST POLLUTED MARROW UPDATE DAY🎉🎉🎉🎉
HKFHSJHFKSJFH HELL FUCKEN YEAH THANK YOU!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3
#there she is! my fucked up disaster hare!!#i love. ur art so much#rachel shooing the Butterfly Of Consequence away ksjfhskjfh#also fucking. evangelion froggy chair chloe sjfksdjfhskdjfshk yeah that's the mood#chewing on these <3#nova answers#snailvibes#marrow max tag#wait wait wait i was too excited i forgot to tag this properly#max caulfield#chloe price#rachel amber#life is strange#there we go sorry lol
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Have a few doodles of tiny Bran, Atlas, and sad man Crain
#Bran Willowing#he was a scrappy little kid and bit Hare the moment they met. solidifying their friendship for LIFE.#Fae#sidhe fae#seelie fae#Atlas#He stole that body and is wearing it like a well tailored suit#and he wears it WELL#Spirit/Myg#Myg#Crain Lovelocke#Crain#Vampire#he writes trashy romance novels#but the good kind#and hes a sad boy#but that just transfers to his creative genius#tales of alor#tablet doodle#god i just //makes fist// LOVE my OCs so much SOB
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i miss poptropica so much
#i know that the website is still technically up#but there's like 10 islands and most of them are bad ones#and even the ones that are good (cough *mythology* cough cough) have been tanked to make them easier for kids#there's only so many times you can play mythology-for-babies or 24 carrot before it gets old#and unfortunately i hit that limit like 3 years ago#i just wanna play the other good islands god dammit. where's my super power island? my spy? my skullduggery? my twisted thicket?#why can't i compete against robots on jeopardy anymore#why can't i beat dr hare at survivor#i know there's theoretically a way to access the old version via flashpoint but i never did get that to work for me#i've played pelican rock like 10 times and as much as i love it i think i'd cry if i tried to play it again#i want the variety!!! i want the other islands!!!#and don't get me started on how goddamn stupid reality tv wild safari is. or half the other islands that are still available#you can only play episodes 1 and 2 of survival!!! you can't even get to the actual human hunting bit!!! and that's the best part!!!
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colentine (cole and clémentine, yaelokre) stimboard under cut
🐑 -> art credit -> yaelokre
🦗 -> requested by -> me. my Heart.
🐇 -> taglist -> @kolektsiakomah
🪕 -> requests -> open !
#I love tjem so much. literally my little guys#neath the grove is a heart on loop as I make this#stimblr#stimboard#tw hands#tw bugs#bunny stim#hare stim#foraging stim#sheep stim#lamb stim#or are those goats. I can't tell#instrument stim#trinket stim#mushroom stim#green stim#brown stim#gray stim#nature stim#gray stimboard#brown stimboard#green stimboard#colentine stimboard#colentine#clémentine#cole yaelokre#yaelokre cole#yaelokre#yaelokre stimboard#🧁 stimboard
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Happy Sunday ❤️
#today was filled with such joyous chaos this got panic drafted and forgotten but i still want it archived so 😌#5sos#5 seconds of summer#ashton#ashton irwin#ai ig#Instagram#kh4f post#you know i def miss the loml my everything aka the Haring robe but i have def warmed up to this one 🥰#not in the way i wish i could be warmed up in this robe but i digress 🤫#this was so long ago#so much chaos ago#i love the narrative that this man was in his robe til noon changed into a henley for a couple hours & by 6 was like ykw robe time bitches#man after my own heart#anyways#this is fucking dreamy and I'll never be over it thanks for asking 😃#🥰🥹🫠😀😭🤸🏻♀️👰🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️🚀👩🏻🚀☀️
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this isn't really an ask but I really like RuthieLand, so I hope you don't mind that I tried to draw Ruthie!
Ruth! Holy crap he's so adorable. Thank you so much for drawing him ♡
#Ruthie my oc#yandere oc#fanart#I love Ruthie and his gang so much y'all don't understand-#My silly murder hare#Damn my phone for dying right now or I'd rant more about this thank you so much
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I've been listening to Yaelokre a lot lately so I made an oc/sona (sorta???) idk I really like it. Also, I don't play the tambourine, but I've always really wanted to and really liked them as a child, so that's why I gave my oc/sona one :3
#Yaelokre#yelokre oc#oc art#i love their music so much#harpy hare is probably my favorite song by Yaelokre#also Hartebeest#they both rock!
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At first I was like “what if I made 11 sibling OCs for the March Hare from Alice in Wonderland and named them all after months of the year” as a joke. But bro, I don’t think it’s a joke anymore.
#alice in wonderland#the march hare#I went ‘haha funny gimmick’ then all of a sudden I have a dysfunctional family on my hands#I do Not have the skills of recreating the Vibe of the original books so it’s more of an AU where the world is normal-ish#magic and stuff still exists but like. I made one of his brothers a lawyer#all the projection I’m doing onto March probably isn’t helping either lol#I’m gonna read/listen to the original book again to try to get the vibes at least a little closer#will I ever share it online? probably not unless someone rly wants to see dhdhdh#but I’m so attached to July. my butch short king lesbian. I love her so much#if someone asks about it I might share 👀 but for once I feel awkward posting about it unprompted#what is this. I love being weird about fictional characters.#is it because they’re OCs and I mostly only ever post about canon characters? perhaps#is it that AiW is a ClassicTM and for children and also old so I feel like it’s not ‘for me’? maybe#is it that I’m worried about mischaracterizing the canon characters despite many different adaptations portraying them differently? yes.
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More Malhare stuff now that im more confident in posting it
#i love them so much guys you dont UNDERSTAND#the comfort ship#klowndraws#my art#doodle tag#poptropica#binary bard#binary bard poptropica#dr. hare#dr. hare poptropica#malhare
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