#mama char

[hellishgayliath]

Showing some love to the best mama opossum around uwu

Happy Mother’s Day <3

[moonstruckdraws]

Mama Char(lotte)

(I refuse to fix her eyes on this one cuz I'm lazy)

You mentioned @hellishgayliath that she stitched the pockets on herself. And being, assumedly, unskilled with sewing (and only recently be given the ability of thumbs) she'd be bad at it at first; but keep trying and being stubborn to do it herself, because Pico had to get his stubborness from somewhere :]

Just nicknames :] I based it off their favorite plants (and she calls Sage a fairy cause i don't think she'd just call her a fungus/mushroom lol)

Yep that's everyone... oh wait. Where's Luci?

(that's later cuz i ran out of steam and can't draw their first interaction rn lol)

SO IN PLACE OF THAT!---

imayormaynothavebeen a teensy-bit inspired by Eda and her dad's situation in giving their parental figures crippling injuries---

I didn't want to design a bad future design for you, so I just put her in a patients gown, like she just woke up or something idk lol don't worry, i already put myself six feet under for ever drawing this

And that's all I got (for now) of the new woman that's taken over my mind. I didn't even get to my idea that I told you before (in an ask I can't find for the life of me, stars) but I'll get to that another time

[storge]

Don't wear a veil next time.

Follow Your Heart (2024) 1.07

[paperdolles198art]

[channelslam]

the wicked movie reigniting 2004 tony awards discourse 😭😭

[shysheeperz]

[seithr]

Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh

[odysseys-blood]

Anairis Quiñones and Allegra Clark are so fucking hot and we should say it more

IDK HOW I'VE NEVER LOOKED UP ALLEGRA CLARK (<- low object permanence in terms of recognizing va's and their roles so this might be a lie) BEFORE NOW BUT OHHHHH MY GOD. SHES SO PRETTY i followed anairis on twit before i stopped really using it but sometimes i think abt going back for her

[edenpoise]

Thinking about Mother's Day for Eve, cause during the time of her being alive there was certainly nothing like that for her. Her life with being a Mother filled with guilt over the cycle of Sin she has given her children, the death of Abel and then the punishment of Cain. And when hearing about this "mother's day" being made, this woman must've felt like this was another punishment for her. A day for mother's to be celebrated only for the Mother of Humanity to never be able to get a present or even be able to see her children either due to them being in Heaven, stuck on Earth, or some other reason.

[justanechoflower]

i wonder what Chara's reaction to grauntie is.

(them adopting flowey that is.

Flowey: Toriel would never let me make cookies with glass and blood, unlike Grauntie. Too strict.

[hellishgayliath]

//me eyeing you when I just remembered Pico’s mom got mutated & reigniting my excitement

Me to myself:

And you shall be rewarded for your patience Moon uwu

I haven’t worked on her since May I believe and then summer had me all sorts of distracted so I kinda forgot about her for a bit :V And I know I said I’d make a comic bout Pico’s reaction to her first but I kinda lost steam for that.

Meet Pico and Clem’s mother Charlotte but you can just call her Mama Char :D Out of universe she got her name from a opossum plushie I own but in universe Todd played the movie Charlotte’s Web for her and she just instantly grew a liking to it :3

She likes being in flowerbeds the most(plus napping in em) and helps with farming/gardening and likes foraging too. She even added pouches to her dress to hold all her babies and finds it so much easier to carry them that way than carrying them all on her back when she was smaller. She’s a very sweet and friendly lady and would honestly accept anyone as her child cuz ROTTMNT NEEDS MORE MOM FIGURES THAT NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO THEM

And Pico of course is gonna make sure nothing bad happens to her as part of his protective nature.

But I think the turtle fellas would grow to like her, Donnie especially cuz she does compliment and acknowledge all the hard work he puts into building the dog park that her family is able to live safely at and is just so very impressed by that ( and you know how Don is when it comes to parental validation lmao)

[moonstruckdraws]

Family Portrait

@hellishgayliath here is your gift :D

I spent—apparently three weeks on this lol

I wanted to do a landscape of them on a picnic first actually, but I didn’t like how the sketch was looking

I then started thinking of baroque portraits and made a lil sketch of them all napping together (sorry no apron here it’s would’ve been more work to put it in against the white of their fur so-)

I did try to find some way to add at least one of their tails but it was just a nope lmao. Also Pico’s stripe is missing but I forgot about that-

But I hope you like it :]

[serenanymph]

Poison for the dragon ask game :)

Hello!! Thanks for the ask! Ask game is here.

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad).

Have some Zephyr Kas and Madge hehe. Under the cut as always

“Zee-zee was late for lessons.” Madge pipes up, and adds: “Kas got worried.”

Zephyr whirls in shock to stare at Kas. “You were?”

“I – I wasn’t –” Kas sputters, his skin turning the color of ripe tomatoes. “Auntie asked us to check on you!” he protests, but too late, there’s already a grin spreading across Zephyr’s face.

“You were!” Zephyr crows with delight, pointing. “You were worried –” he turns to Madge, wiping away a fake tear – “look, he actually cares, I’m so touched I could cry!” Madge just nods along. Isn’t it obvious?

“Was not!” Kas snaps, shoving past them to stomp back towards the main road.

Zephyr sprints after him, calling out: “You so were!”

“Not!”

“Were!”

“Shut up!”

“Kas Zayin cares about me!” Zephyr shouts to the sky, hands cupped around his mouth. He just barely manages to dodge a swipe from Kas, clutching his stomach all the while, bent over double from how hard he’s wheezing.

Madge stares at the two of them charging down the road, slip sliding in the half-frozen dirt, Kas chasing after Zephyr, and sighs, fisting her hands on her hips. “Honestly,” she mutters, shaking her head.

Her big brothers can be so silly sometimes.

As the grey clouds overhead part to let sunlight slice through – it seems it won’t be raining after all – she hurries after them with a call of “Wait up!”, cold hands shoved in her coat pockets, Zephyr’s gleeful laughter echoing through the midmorning air.

beast taglist (lmk if you want to be +/-): @sapphos-scientist, @allianaavelinjackson, @arctic-oceans, @space-writes, @reneesbooks

[glynnisi]

Put in the tags please if you answered yes lets have fun with this

For example my childhood dog was named Cher after the singer and yes she had a brother named Sunny

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home–”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

[sun-lit-goth]

I love asparagus