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devildom-doll · 3 months
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luci please give your spawn a cat already :v
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shadowpuppetteer · 7 months
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A friend let me borrow their procreate and it's been and interesting learning curve.
Mando and Grogu's lil family always gives me those warm feelings ❤
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0lympian-c0uncil · 6 months
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Zeus: wait, what are your pronouns?
Ares: what?
Zeus: well, if I'm going to bully you, I need to know your pronouns
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shu-box-puns · 1 year
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Leaning to put on an exopack
'You lose that mask, you’re unconscious in twenty seconds, you’re dead in four minutes.'
More of my Dad!Tsu'tey and Spider brain rot.
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Right so when the school was still an active thing and before Sylwanin died, Tsu'tey attended with the other children. He was one of Grace's best students. Incredibly bright and eager to learn. Very competitive with Neytiri to see who could learn the most English words in the least amount of time.
Tsu'tey was not part of the group that set the bulldozer on fire. He wasn't even in school that day since his father had taken him and his brother out on a hunt for the day. By some dumb luck, he missed the entire situation.
The school got closed down. Sylwanin died of her wounds. And the Omaticaya learnt all they needed to about the Sky People.
But Tsu’tey wasn't done. He noticed that Grace's demon body often visited the school. She tidied the learning resources and swept the leaves.
He approached her on impulse one day, intending to chase her off but instead growing curious.
He demanded she teach him about the breathing masks the Sky People wore. How to disable them, how they worked. Anything he could use to his advantage should they turn their attention on HomeTree.
Grace had agreed easily enough. Tsu'tey assumed it was her love of teaching that convinced her, but he had a sneaking suspision she had simply had a soft spot for him.
She had turned to one of the cupboards facing the far wall, mercilessly untouched by bullet wounds, and began pulling out various exopacks for him to practice on.
If she was disturbed by his reasonings, she didn't show it as she cleared one of the tables and began setting the spare exopacks down. She turned away again, ducking down to drag out a human-sized silicone dummy for him to practise disarming. 
The exopacks turned out to be easy to break. All he had to do was break the glass front covering the face or slash the breathing tube that connected the face to the small pack that typically hung from a belt or was attached to a backpack.
He found them incredibly bothersome. 
"Very good." Grace complimented, and Tsu’tey returned his gaze to her. He recognised the challenge in her tone. Similar to how she used to goad him into pushing himself further during English lessons. His head tilted in silent question and the corner of her mouth quirked upwards. "Can you take them off without destroying them?"
He scoffed. Of course he could.
And then he attempted to do so and failed miserably.
Tsu'tey quickly discovered that the straps that secured the mask to the back of the skull were too small for his fingers and he often ended up tearing them clean off by accident. The valves were too fiddly and popped off easily. By the time he could confidently put on and take off the exopack from the human-sized mannequin Grace provided, she had a small mountain of packs in need of repairing. 
Carefully removing the mask from the mannequin was counter productive and far more time consuming than breaking it. He told her as such and she merely laughed.
In hindsight and years down the line, Tsu’tey thanked Grace with all he had for her challenge. He prayed to the Great Mother, praising her for putting those curious thoughts into his head and encouraging him to take those lessons from his late teacher. 
Every prayer of gratitude he'd ever learnt fell from his lips as he knelt curled over his vulnerable, sky person son. The limp boy lay unconscious in his arms, completely shielded from the forest within Tsu'tey's protective embrace.
At the hunter's feet sat Spider's old exopack, the glass front smashed in and the cables in disarray after he'd hit the ground hard and collided with a rock concealed by moss. By some miracle, Tsu'tey had remembered to strap a spare to his belt earlier that morning.
It had happened so fast. Terrifyingly fast.
By nature, Spider had always been clumsy. So Tsu'tey had assumed this fall was like all the others. With a roll of his eyes, he'd hooked his arms under Spider's armpits and hauled him to his feet. He hadn't stood when Tsu'tey had gone to set him back down.
The hunter's ears flickered uncertainly at the strange wheezing sound the boy was making. He realised that the mask was no longer hissing in time with every breath. Time had slowed as Tsu'tey glanced to the moss cloaked rock and recognised the shape and shine of broken glass. His blood had run cold and Spider stopped making that awful noise.
Somehow that was far worse than his son struggling to breath.
Instinct had had Tsu'tey scooping his son up into his arms. He spun him round and Spider had gone limp in his grasp. His lips turning blue and his eyes unseeing. He was still breathing. But each breath was shallow. Unfufilling.
Muscle memory had Tsu’tey scrambling for the exopack at his belt. His eyes were narrowed in concentration despite the sickeningly fast pounding of his heart. Those hours spent crouched over the silicon mannequin came in handy as he managed to slip the straps over his boy's face and turn on the air flow. His large fingers fiddled frantically with the buttons, eyes flicking all over Spider's face as the mask audibly suctioned on.
Spider did not wake. But the blue tint to his face had immediately subsided as Earth air flooded his system; filling his suffocating lungs. The seizing of his chest ceased and he finally stopped twitching. He looked like he'd fallen asleep again.
Tsu’tey could've wept with relief as he clutched Spider to his chest; fingers spread between his shoulder blades to support his back where he could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his hand. His head was cradled against his neck, where the rhythmic inhale and click of the exopack further calmed Tsu'tey's nerves.
He would live, he knew.
After years of war, he knew first hand what a dying human sounded like. How their body seized from the lack of breathable air, how they went deathly still, eyes unseeing. 
In contrast, Spider was peaceful. Cuddling into his warmth and practically melting under his touch.
He’s been fast enough, he reassured himself. 
And for now, that was enough.
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aronaax · 1 month
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i lied i don’t have art block anymore 😁😁
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tomsbly · 3 months
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dad said i will get bigger real soon
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math-is-math · 2 months
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All I want is a few more father-son bonding moments between them! Is that too much for a girl to ask?? Is it???
Arrested Development has my heart this show takes the number one spot in my heart (tied with parks and rec ofc) 💕💕
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initial-lime · 1 year
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So, we all noticed it was a callback to this moment when the titan said “I am both king and queen, best of both things” (they literally said king said that first so hard to miss)
But did you guys notice that the archive kinda looks a bit like the grom crown when it fell?
Idk if I’m reaching here but I just thought it was a neat parallel
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lavaflowe · 2 years
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Nap time <3 tho it is a little hard when you’re successor is taller than you
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camilieroart · 2 years
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Commission for @reynkaiser !
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artcreature326 · 1 year
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I posted this to my portfolio acc by accident 💀
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panderp123 · 12 days
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⚔️ Quality Time w/ Cornelius ⚔️
❌ DO NOT REPOST ❌
Commission by @gabendselarom
Doodles of my Pen with his Dad.
• Admiral Pendragon uniform inspection 😤
• Meeting his grandchildren (Gaby’s) 🥺💜
• Gushing about Pen’s Mother & their ‘escapades’ 😏
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I can't believe my old man was created all because Pen wore the incorrect uniform for a general of his era 😂 (red is correct not blue).
Cornelius is saying the ranking is wrong, medals & colour are incorrect. Also why does he needs a riding crop if doesn’t have a horse
Meeting the grandchildren is adorable QQ they’re 4 yrs old @gabendselarom adores Cornelius because her precious Noelius has a role model to follow to becoming a protector of his family 🥺
Connor is a curious bean & Cornelius is besotted that Eva looks like her grandmother
Last but not least in order to win his wife back Cornelius had the amazing advice from his son Pentious on how to court her once more.
Unfortunately the aftermath of the success leaves poor Pentious having an awkward ‘bro talk’ with his own Father.
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0lympian-c0uncil · 10 months
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Zeus: Ares...
Ares: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.
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oberynsrighteyeball · 2 years
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coy-lee · 1 year
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Sans's pillow is on the floor and his sheets are balled up in the middle of his bed, and it leads me to believe he might be so beat mentally that he just sleeps on the floor... So I made some skelefluff based on that idea.
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