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could u draw more Eepy mumscarian

Yah <3

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kimetsu gakuen obamitsu for an art trade 🐍🍡

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the gang's all here! You can build these creatures yourself in real life (links below the cut!)

disclaimer: Skizz not included

Link to all my MOCs (part lists and free instructions!)

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i think abt the part in the golden compass where it was noted that if your daemon chose to assume the form of a fish or some kind of ocean dwelling creature you could never leave the water again. at best you could dock, maybe walk a bit away from the shore, but that's it. chained to the water because your physical soul form commands it.

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MY DARLINGS <333

sabito and giyuu (or sabigiyuu….) for @/hatowsaur’s birthday!

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This Is How You Start The Time War

It had started so simply.

Grian and Scar both had been- tetchy. Since the introduction of the Life games. Sure no one was thrilled- join a tournament as PR? Who had time? Yet Hotguy and Cuteguy both had been acting off for days.

Impulse had given up getting answers after Scar actually snapped at him- Scar doesn't snap. Scar is always polite and amused and just so irritatingly cool-headed, if he's not freaking out. Grian? Forget it, with his wings he's run from every interaction. Hell he'd crawled out the top of the elevator when the Alchemist had asked him if he was looking forward to the selection process. So Impulse had given up.

Tango's boyfriend Jimmy and Gem, on the other hand, had not. Which is how Undertow, at an official unofficial meeting with both Teknician and Singularity, informed them that these Life Games were just a PR rehab of real, actual competitions that the Watcher Council had been holding every other year for longer than anyone wants to think about. That Grian and Scar were, in fact, both winners of one of those competitions- the only two to ever 'win' together.

Apparently before their outstanding performance it had been last man standing as a rule.

"There's a clause in their contracts about talking about it," Gem had said, eyes dull and hard. "but Grian found a way around it. He brought in tangrams and spelled it all out. They specified all forms of written communication but kid's toys don't count, you know?"

Impulse Esvey would be lying if he ever said he didn't suspect the Watcher Council of underhanded dealings. It's a barely-regulated body, only ostensibly funded by the government that had birthed it and overseen by toothless watchdogs.

He'd simply decided- as many other heroes had- that having their support was worth the price of whatever it was they had going on. Money laundering, Tango had always figured on those nights they both drank too much and theorized. Maybe some strong-arming for the mob? Or, oh, maybe there WAS no mob and it was all the Watcher Council!

But they'd saved the world. They'd saved the city. They'd done that multiple times! It had to be worth it.

It had to be.

At least, that's what Impulse told himself until he was invited to dinner at Tango's- not his suite in the Watcher Council main headquarters but the brownstone where he and Jimmy cohabitate, when they can. Impulse thinks mostly to himself that it's a damn good thing Tango had picked someone who was as much of a workaholic as him, because between the Teknician's never-ending projects at Watcher HQ and Jimmy's managing of his precious diner, they see one another maybe once a week if that.

It doesn't occur to Impulse to wonder why he has been invited to interrupt this sacred shared time between his friends until dinner is done and Tango brings him into the Office. Tango built the Office himself, gutting a room in the brownstone and creating a space that can't be bugged or tapped- a fortress of solitude and privacy.

Which is where he puts down a copy of the files that had been stolen- goddamn filing cabinet and all!- from the auxiliary office months ago.

"You want page sixty seven." Tango says.

Impulse doesn't want to read page sixty seven.

He does anyway.

Skizriel Lehman

Meta Ability: Swapshop.

Description: The ability to switch two items within a sphere of influence. Currently, Lehman uses this ability to pick pockets and do card tricks. Stress-potential high.

Results: Eliminated.'

And suddenly, Impulse Esvey- Loop Hero Singularity- realizes something he'd known deep down for years but had pushed away as easily as he'd dodged reporters asking him about operations, his love life, whether or not he'll ever change his costume.

This was not worth it.

It would never be worth it.

"It, uh, it says they'd put up fliers," Tango says. He sounds far away. "Fool people into coming for job interviews or, or community service. Targeted guys with records, poor people, you know."

Tango sniffs. "He'd- he'd have jumped on it, you know? He only ever wanted to help. That's. Fuck that's the thing, isn't it? He only ever wanted to help, Impulse."

Impulse is doing his breathing exercises, the ones meant to keep him from looping unnecessarily. He looks at Tango, sees his friend's ever-present metal shards and bits twisting around one another.

"Tango?" He sounds calm. Too calm.

"I know," Tango says. "I'm with you."

"Tango-"

"They KILLED SKIZZ, Impulse!" Tango says and the metal all becomes sharp and points out from his head like some kind of twisted halo. "They tricked our friend and they killed him and they probably dumped his body in a pit somewhere! They hurt Grian! They hurt Scar! They ruined SO MANY LIVES we can't do this, man. We can't. So tell me what you need me to do."

Impulse looks down at the paper again.

Skizriel Lehman

Meta Ability: Swapshop.

Description: The ability to switch two items within a sphere of influence. Currently, Lehman uses this ability to pick pockets and do card tricks. Stress-potential high.

He finds that his eyes can't quite focus on the final line.

Results: Eliminated.

That would be the tears.

"What do you think we'd have to give Mumbo," he asks, "to get a meeting with the Goat?"

Tango, to his credit, doesn't ask Impulse if he's lost his mind. He only says, "I will find out."

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mmmhhh does he want to go to the beach? Beach vacay with friends :D?

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Giggs at the beach

Scar nearly ended up bald i realised and fixed it before uploading

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hermitcraft but grian is a tiny baby bird and everything else is the same

closeup baby bird

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Fall hike🍂

My piece for @5senseszine ! Leftover sales are open so don't miss a chance to get absolutely beautiful digital zine and merchandise and also some amazing and cute physical merch!💕

I'm so happy I was part of this amazing zine, it was such a cool experience to work with all these amazing artists and writers! Thanks for making me a part of it!💜

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— requested by manbunjon

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More background + colors practice!! He forgot he doesn't have wings..,

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Trying to practice backgrounds but the stupids haunt me

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uhmm the hashira plus a couple others

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Long Time Coming

Skizz, who was once Sarandiel, has a conversation with an ancient foe.

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Once he's done setting up all the blocks, Skizz steps back from his beacon and examines it critically. Beside him, Mumbo Jumbo- the subject of today's test- is circling it like a curious cat. "This is fascinating!" Mumbo says. "The shape, the blocks- it makes perfect sense and yet no sense at all!" "A lot of science winds up that way," Doc says. He has his lecturn, and Ren has his log seat. "Now, Mumbo, when the first- contact- happened, you told me it rattled your Research Partner." Mumbo nods as he returns to his own designated spot on a small spruce platform a few blocks off from the beacon. "Yes. I couldn't understand what they were saying for the first time since I was a boy, but it was very loud." "I remember," Skizz says. "You were, uh. Crying the red stuff." Mumbo nods. "I was. But without the influence of Command, perhaps it will go differently." "That is what we're testing," Doc agrees. "Skizz, keep your influence to only this area. Try regen." "Oh you're gonna like regen," Ren assures Mumbo, who laughs nervously. "I certainly hope so!" He says. "Okay. Do we count down, or?" Skizz climbs the beacon and stands, but doesn't activate it quite yet. "Mumbo, remember," he says, looking almost pleadingly at his friend, "if you feel it start to go south I'm shutting it down." "I know, Skizz," Mumbo says. "The, eh. Safeword is toodles." Skizz can't help his giggle and Ren can't help his snort. Doc tilts his head back and stares at the sky over the abject tragedy of the word 'toodles' having to exist in his notes at all before he looks at Skizz. "Alright. Go." Skizz does. It's as instantaneous as ever, a surge of a white inferno that concentrates on the angel's body, outlining his eyes and wings in the brilliant glow. As promised, he holds onto his range- only twenty blocks in all directions, which covers his beacon, Mumbo's platform, Ren and Doc's work area and a little beyond the dried-mud front of the Surplus Megacorp yard where they'd set up this experiment. "Okay," Skizz says. "Regen. Mumbo, ready?"

"As I'll ever be!" Mumbo calls, and with a low hum the chosen buff surges to life.

For a second- half a second- Mumbo does get to feel what Ren had assured him he would. A sense of invincibility, a warmth and fullness that was muted by regular beacons. It was like getting the pure uncut version of a drug he'd relied on his entire life shot directly into his heart.

Then Mumbo isn't there.

"Well," rasps a new voice. Mumbo goes a little languid and loose, and his eyes are filled with redstone-colored static. "Well, well, well. Hello, Sarandiel. Long time no murder."

Ren makes a low growling noise and Doc opens his mouth to demand Skizz shut it down but the angel holds up a hand to them, a request to 'hold off a second'.

"I didn't murder you," he says. "I was on backup duty. And the name is Skizz."

"You were there, regardless of what you call yourself now," Mumbo's Research Partner says, its voice- his voice?- a hissing rasp, like redstone blocks crumbling. "I remember all of you."

"Good for you. Any reason you're bothering us? We're busy."

"A fascinating solution," Research Partner notes. "will it last?"

"What does it matter to you?" Skizz snorts. "You didn't."

"Lies," the Research Partner snaps. "I am here, Skizz who was Sarandiel, and I am everywhere, and I will be in all things forever."

"Yeah. In tiny, pathetic little pieces, just like we left you. Keeping lights on across the multiverse, what a glorious ending for an absolute jerk."

"Skizz-!" Doc warns as Mumbo's body jerks puppetlike towards Skizz's beacon.

"Big words for a little angel," Research Partner says. "All alone atop that pedestal. What can they do? What can anyone do?"

He takes a step forward- and is repelled backwards by a pulse of energy, an increase in the regen tic.

"You know," Skizz says, stepping off the center of the beacon- which, to Doc's wide-eyed wonder and Ren's yelp, keeps operating, "I spent a lot of time thinking about all the people and places I ruined. All the death. All the destruction. I'm no different than you, in that respect. But I never lost a single night of sleep, on a beacon or off it, at what we did to your server."

Another step. Another pulse. The Research partner yells, trips, falls back on the spruce platform.

"Skizz my dude be careful!" Ren says, already reaching into his inventory for a weapon, and Skizz nods but does not look at him.

"It's funny," Skizz says, coming down to the bottom tier, eyes still shining and body still suffused with light, the beacon behind him now entirely operational with neither nether star foci or living Third Circle to maintain it, "All that time just being a thing, and I wanted to be someone. To be able to have both. Things can be leashed. They can be locked. Someones can't, not without work. So here's a question for you, bud."

Another pulse, another yell, and Skizz is standing on the spruce platform, gazing down at Mumbo's body being piloted by his everpresent Research Partner with the same cold clinical consideration that had heralded the death of worlds.

"Are you willing to risk what I can do now that she can't touch me anymore?" he asks.

The Research Partner spits. "You can't get rid of me."

"No. I can't. And I won't. Because I love Mumbo. But let me make one thing perfectly clear."

Skizz leans in, eyes blazing even brighter- all of them. His halo is spinning like a stonecutter set to max speed, the blue of the crystal inclusions a blur in the gold.

"You ever pop out without his permission again, and I'll see if I can't smite a god right out of his Conduit."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try. Me."

The Research Partner snarls and lunges and there is one more pulse. He is knocked ass over teakettle to the edge of the platform and Mumbo Jumbo sits up, coughing.

"Oh goodness," he murmurs, then faints.

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When Mumbo wakes it is to Skizz fretting, Ren trying to calm him, and Doc furiously writing.

"Is everything alright?" He asks and Skizz is on him in an instant. "DUDE! Dude are you okay? Were you awake, did he fuck with you, did he-?"

Mumbo winces and Ren gently says, "Give him some space, Skizz," before offering the other hermit a bottle of water, which Mumbo gratefully gulps down.

"I can hear him, always," he notes as Skizz watches him drink, wings twitching anxiously. "Right now he's- he's sulking. He's actually sulking Skizz what did you do?"

"Played chicken with an ancient eldritch diety and won, the idiot," Doc mutters as he writes. "Mumbo, your Research Partner seems able to lock on to pure Beacon energy to overwhelm your primary control. I take it it hasn't happened before now?"

"Oh- no, goodness no. This is the first time, I mean, since the first time Skizz tried to run a beacon for us."

Doc nods. "Do you remember the conversation he had with Skizz?"

"I do recall sort of what happened. Like watching a film you remember from childhood. ...Skizz did you threaten him?!"

"He was being a jerk," Skizz mutters petulantly.

Mumbo bursts into laughter. "Oh my gosh. You did. You did! Brilliant! No one's ever threatened him and lived!"

"Well he's not half the ancient horror he used to be," Ren points out.

"How long was I out?" Mumbo asks.

"Not long," Ren says. "Fifteen minutes. Enough time for Doc to grill Skizz about getting off his beacon and leaving it running."

Mumbo blinks. "I remember that. He got off it and it was still glowing! Skizz have you always been able to do that?"

"No," Skizz says, shaking his head. "I never could before. I just sort of- did it?"

"Just did it, he says," Doc mutters. "As though this doesn't add a WHOLE NEW BRANCH of parameters."

"I was just so mad," Skizz says. "I wanted.." he goes quiet for a moment. "I wanted the regen to be good for Mumbo, you know? Caus' that first time was such shit. Then he ruined it. And now I don't know if he'll stay away when I try again."

"I mean you were pretty clear with what would happen if he tried," Ren points out.

"Yeah but I don't actually know if I can DO that! I was bluffing!"

"It was a very good bluff," Doc says. "We should play poker sometime."

"I'd like that- but that's not the point!"

"Skizz," Mumbo says, "I'd try again."

"You would?"

"Yes! Before the mess I felt great. And I promised I'd help. So let's see what else we can test. Even if my Research Partner decides to try again he doesn't seem eager to push it."

"As he should not," Skizz mutters, and offers his hand to Mumbo with a grin. "Alright. Haste next?"

"Haste next," Mumbo agrees, and takes his hand.

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the first of a couple of ghibli prints i’m gonna have at smash in sydney this july! chihiro and haku from spirited away, aka the embodiment of all my childhood animal/spirit/dragon companion fantasies 

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idk im really tired of 15-17 year olds who have never interacted with the gay community irl and spend too much time on tiktok trying to act like the authority on all that is lgbt+ 

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(Skizz as an angel headcanon)

Skizz has wings and you will never forget he does. Not only cause they're huge but also because he's not careful with them. Grian can keep his still even when he's angry, but Skizz- Impulse has the bruises to show how much he regrets standing by Skizz's wings when Skizz is angry- and Skizz does not at all mean to do it on purpose it's a completely accident and he always apologizes after. But he just never learned how to keep them still. And, while he feels bad every time he accidentally hits someone, he doesn't care to learn how- which doesn't help him with pvp he always trips on his own wings or smacks himself with them during fights.

He likes showing his emotions in strange ways. Of course with his classic Skizz noises but also his wings. Especially when he's scared. He flaps his wings to make himself look bigger, as if he's not a 6 foot giant, but it's like how some birds do in the wild. And, Impulse will never admit this, but he also does the same thing (has tiny wings)

And for something sweet, he will wrap his wings around his friends when he sees they're feeling down cause they're really soft and Tango hatttttesss it. Not that he doesn't appreciate it he does actually appreciate it but considering Skizz is so much taller than Tango his wing pretty much just absorbs him- And Skizz will sometimes purposely cover him-

That's all I got-

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