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conalola · 10 months
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Y aquí estoy de nuevo, obsesionada con yuu y alma 🥹💗
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verifiablebot · 1 year
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cows for your monday
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nyamcattt · 1 year
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more skullgirls art dump (2021-2023)
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lividjungle · 8 months
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hey jammers
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runicpixels · 10 months
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Terraria Hallow drawing I made back in 2020.
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tetedurfarm · 22 days
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rusasi-ma -> tetedurfarm
welcome to the new look; let's get it started with the perfect photo to encapsulate the changes
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sickly · 1 year
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Hallow showing off. Twitter | Furaffinity | Instagram | Commissions
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yearningaces · 6 months
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Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic
It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.
Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.
Such as the means for this place.
"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.
You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.
Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.
As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.
Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.
Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.
It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.
As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.
You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.
Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."
His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.
"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.
Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.
You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.
Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.
But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.
But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.
And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.
And for now, it's enough.
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dire-vulture · 3 months
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Florabrisa Top 10 Hottest Dragons based on my own taste for bears/charismatic bad boys......
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hallow-luna · 1 year
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Who wants to rub that belly? 🥰
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mothsakura · 1 year
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crymeacriver · 1 month
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The most tragic part of crimson river for sure was James getting his vision fixed. Let the man wear his glasses please.
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verifiablebot · 7 months
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huckled berries
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nyamcattt · 1 year
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some skullgirls art from 2021-2023 lots of valentine and valhal 
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ammonitetheartist · 8 months
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TITAN OCS
Finally made the designs for all my Titan OCs from my Sky and Earth AU:
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Hallow is the middle child out of King’s 3 kids and Squire’s father. Having heard many tales from King & the Collector abt the Archivists when he was younger, he dedicated a massive amount of time to finding and learning all he could about these Titan slayers. Unfortunately, though, the resurgence of the Titan species caught the Archivists’ collective eye, so they noticed what Hallow was doing and captured him to find out exactly what he’s learned.
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Tempest is the oldest child of King’s oldest child, and was the main one look after his siblings as they hatched and grew. As a result, he grew sort of antagonistic toward life on the various landmass Titans. He outwardly acts stuck-up and jerkish, emphasizing that his kind are on another level to everything else on the planet, to drive a wall between him and the uncertain world he fought to guide his siblings through during their most vulnerable years.
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Isthmus is the middle child of Tempest’s sibling group. They keep to themselves a lot, yet are also curious about life on land, sometimes going for nightly swims around the Isles. They’re often the one to reign in Tempest’s snappish and antagonistic attitude, and honestly wishes he could make peace with the beings on the Isles.
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Squire is Hallow’s son and a cousin of the main sibling group. He lives on the island King became, and is known among the people there. When his father was taken be the Archivists, he decided to scour out information themselves in his honor, and to try and find something that might convince the Archivists to leave them alone - or even stop them - for good. He’s a winged Titan, but his wings aren’t developed enough for him to fly yet, so they sometimes ride a massive dragon they’ve named Shattertank.
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Penumbra - the second youngest of Tempest’s siblings - was star-touched by the Collector, given half his power. As a result, her own powers developed quicker and more strongly than an average Titan, with completely new additional abilities. There hasn’t been a star-touched Titan in… well, a while, so she’s kinda on her own in the figuring-out-her-powers department. Despite these difficulties, she does her best to keep the family dynamic together between the four of them, especially being there for Onyx when Tempest and Isthmus have disagreements.
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Onyx is the youngest of the siblings, and often sticks close to Penumbra. He’s very curious about their cousin Squire (as they don’t see him often) and expresses this to her, imagining all the things he might be doing and the adventures he might be having. He also collects feathers.
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tetedurfarm · 18 days
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pov you have cookies in your pockets
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