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mystic-warriors · 28 days
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Pretty much first time I’m drew a fight… I’ve no idea what I’m doin but I’m trying my best lmao :’) 👍
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*comic was started before my sonas ref was made so the outfits outdated :)
A part 1 for this little arch
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mxriviera · 6 months
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im so upset, i cant believe i never posted Penelope and Toontown Roxie. This is just a Malfina and Connecticut Clark Comic redraw. OG post / Reddit link under the cut!
https://www.reddit.com/r/FlorkofCowsOfficial/comments/b2mfzz/clark/
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clottedscream · 2 years
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couldn’t think of a witty or meaningful caption for this. you’ve got the image make ur own meaning out of it. eyesball
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dawnleaf37 · 2 years
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take a bite out of food objects. not illegal
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ben-drabbles · 7 months
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Lacretians
A stout, four-legged species of rocklike people. Hailing originally from the now-dead planet Lacron, they have since settled on a number of asteroids and small moons, from which they bring their impressive technological advancements to the rest of the galaxy. Their natural magnetic fields led to a relatively early development of electronics, even compared to the humans who had colony ships to work from. Much like the slurm and their decentralized nervous system, this magnetism also gives them a rather unique relationship with modern galactic tech - not to mention their taste for the precious metals said tech is made from. We all have to eat, I suppose.
Lacron was once a resource-rich world full of natural fuels and precious metals, but their regrettable history of exploitation and industrialization poisoned it to the point of uninhabitability. The high gravity and now-deadly atmosphere prevent true exploration, but the longevity of automated lacretian systems lead some to theorize that, despite centuries of neglect, some of their Lacron-based factories may still be running. At the very least, an entire planet's worth of culture and technology still remains, beneath the roiling toxic clouds.
While some lacretians still cling to the 'glory days' on Lacron, they are widely unpopular, even among their own people. Most lacretians have moved on, embracing cleaner energy and greener tech; some even hope to one day heal Lacron, though they know that process will take much longer than their lifespans, if it's even possible at all. Their new asteroid homes suit them just fine - after they perfected gravity generators, they were even able to stave off most of the ill effects of living in a lower-gravity environment, and subsist partially on the metals found within their new homes. Some joke lacretians always land on their feet - lacretians say they never fall at all.
Lacretian ships are, much like the the people themselves, sturdy and strong. Often built from hollowed-out asteroids directly, they sport heavy engines, metal walkways, dim lighting, and sophisticated lacretian grav generators - along with the shielding to boot, to ward off any debris caught in the gravity field. They are reliable and efficient, a real spacer's ship, but don't typically make for a comfortable living space. Though, that's starting to change - as the lacretians become more self-sufficient and find themselves with more room for leisure, it's more and more common to see small decorations, the odd cushion or two, or even lightly scented air recyclers.
Though, lacretians are much more than their industrialism and tenacity. Much like any people, they can now be found almost anywhere in the galaxy. Wandering asteroid homes or businesses might find and rescue stranded ships; mercs and scrappers can always use a durable friend. Lacretian technicians are natural experts at the repair and optimization of failing systems, often able to 'feel' where the electrical breakpoints are. Scientists, performers, artists, leaders - the lacretian people have certainly seen a comeback, and have well earned their place in the galaxy.
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1000fingers · 8 months
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Warterm,elmon
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tenfaceandthree · 11 months
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"Honestly, I don't think Andrew's cooking is that bad, it's food is it not?" Francoise asked, tilting his head to the side as he munched on a stray cigarette butt he had found.
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spookyboywhump · 2 years
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I want to bite Everett (romantically)
I’m sure Everett wouldn’t mind all that munch-
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homoqueerjewhobbit · 1 month
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No other option because these are what bounce around in my head but I always wanna know what lines bounce around in yalls heads, too.
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mochumochuu · 10 months
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🌷back on my old favorite character again🌷
Cruncha - Yokai Watch
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blackbackedjackal · 1 year
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Crouta crouta more like Cruncha cruncha your fucking skull 
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mxriviera · 5 months
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"Yearning..."
"My heart beats so unruly!"
"Yearning...
"because I love you truly."
"While I'm turning around and around..."
"Honest, Truly I do."
Merry Christmas folks! wanted to do like a cute toontown toy au sort of deal. Roxie is a wind up doll on a music box where the key is on their back and Penny is a nutcracker! which doesn't really count as a toy but y'know it's cute so i kept it.
Definitely based off of the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Music Box Scene.
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squisheebugdoodles · 1 year
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cruncha crunch
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fiomeras · 11 months
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Cruncha munch munching on your art
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YUM!
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Venomous Teachings au: Fic snippet
I’m writing a fic. Here’s a bit of it
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“Do you know why I was captured?”
Don's attention turned away from his food and over to Nya. Her head was down, focused  on what was left of her soup.
"I don't," Don said, "I just heard Skulkin gossiping about an 'important prisoner' being held in the main base, snuck in to see if that was legitimate, and found you with Cruncha and Nuckal." He shifted where he was sitting. "I have no idea why you got roped into this."
Nya's scowl deepend, her grip on her spoon tightening.
"But," he continued, "between what I know about my-er, about the Skulkins leader, and what you know about yourself, maybe we can figure out why."
Nya huffed at that. “I’m a 13 year old orphaned blacksmith from a rice farming village in the armpit of Ninjago. That’s it. Absolutely nothing special enough for Lord Garmadon to send his Skulkin army after.”
Don gave a strangled gasp, “Lord who?”
Nya looked back at the cat-man, who was gaping at her. He looked outraged, ears down and back against his head, while his tail lashed angrily against the floor.
“Lord…Garmadon?” Nya said slowly, tensing up a little. Don had been fairly relaxed up until now, and this shift in demeanor put her on edge. “The leader of the Skulkin?”
Don stared at her a moment longer, before standing up, walking to the pool of water in the back of the cave, and crouching in front of it. He took a deep breath, before shoving his head in the purple water and screaming. Don pulled his head out of the pool, took another breath, and then filled the cave with the sound of muffle screams and roiling water once again.
With a small huff, Don sat back where he was before, water running out of his hair and fur.
“Sorry about that.” He said, no longer sounding as upset as he was earlier, but with an edge to his words. “You just gave me a bit of a shock.”
“Why? What did I say?” Nya raised.
“The man in charge of the Skulkin is really named Wu.” Don looked tired as he spoke. “And apparently he’s been using my name as a cover while he’s been working with the Skulkin.”
It was Nya’s turn to gape in surprise, “Hold on, you’re telling me that you-”
“Are the real Garmadon? Yes, I am.” Don-er, Garmadon was rubbing at his forehead with one of his hands. And I am certainly not a ‘Lord’, or the ‘leader of the Skulkin.”
“Well, who the hell is this ‘Wu’ guy?” Nya scowled, her voice raising.
Garmadon gave a weary sigh, “He’s my brother. And he’s a very dangerous man.”
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lucyvaleheart · 7 months
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oooghhh I'm an ice cruncha..... an ice muncha....
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