enigmas-artdeck - Tumblr blog

[enigmas-artdeck]

Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.

[enigmas-artdeck]

Ma-train-shyka

(Rotates them like that one video of their plushies spinning) Train Lads on the mind

Wanted to do my own take on a Vocaloid Matryoska version of the Train Twins, based on an older MV I came across (link in replies, check it out!)

[enigmas-artdeck]

compelled by a discord convo

[enigmas-artdeck]

Saw some official art where Lupin’s jacket blended in with the background and went apeshit. Absolutely couldn’t decide between jacket n coloring effects, so i decided to do sets.

Set A: Here! Set B: Hop on over!

[enigmas-artdeck]

Saw some official art where Lupin’s jacket blended in with the background and went apeshit. Absolutely couldn’t decide between jacket n coloring effects, so i decided to do sets.

Set B: Here! Set A: Hop on over!

[enigmas-artdeck]

Wukong, botta piss off Heaven

Original under the cut:

[enigmas-artdeck]

This is how episode 9 went right?

Textless and original under the cut!

[enigmas-artdeck]

(I'm Blue (Da Ba Dee)- Eiffel 65 playing in the background as I look at Six-Blues Macaque AU) Huh can't imagine. Wild.

I love how most of the Monkie Kid fandom looked at the White Bone Spirit and then looked at the rest of the cast who could have been possessed and collectively went

BUT IN VASTLY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS

Even if they chose the same character to become possessed

[enigmas-artdeck]

SO @winterpower98​ MADE THE SPETACULAR AND ANST-RIDDEN WHITE TANG AU!!! Like holy geez that’s a lotta damage to MK crew.

I Love It. :)c

Really proud of this piece, first time making an animation/GIF!! 4 days, pushed through to make it despite some issues. 

Bonuses under the cut:

Frame names:

GIF name itself:

And  the overlay frame of the fade out at the end

[enigmas-artdeck]

This gave me huge Demon Bull King vibes when I saw it (original under cut)

[enigmas-artdeck]

Place one of these words and a character/pairing/series in my inbox and I'll write a drabble about it

[enigmas-artdeck]

The Cold Felt Familiar

(Skitters in) HEY Y'ALL WANT ANGST?

Related to this, it’s quite the time with his bud, but not for long~. Buckle up buckaroos, angst is coming.

Also on AO3!

He should've seen it coming, he's used the same trick before. Promises of improvement, strength, power-

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to get him back? You were so close back then, before he was granted his empty title-"

He'd wanted nothing more to burst in and pull 2 havocs in Heaven himself for the sheer disrespect from the Heavenly Court. Bi Wa Men, a lowly stable keeper, wasn't a wonder why he stormed out. Oh yeah, giving him the title Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, only as a way to keep him complacent, that won't turn out bad at all.

"-Being trapped under Five-Finger Mountain-"

He swore, he screamed, he declared, he did everything without care for volume and respect once he found out about the imprisonment. Scoured that mountain for decades, never finding a trace of his friend anywhere. Ran himself raw, searching and pleading for anything or anyone to grant him mercy and let him find his lost companion.

They never did like him anyway.

 "-Going on the journey with Golden Cicada and his disciples-"

His blood boiled at that, the journey being the sole reason Wukong was…different. He was still impulsive and hearty, going to Heaven for bi-yearly fights, unafraid to fight anything, chaotic as ever. 

But in the fight at the mountains, after stealing Monkie Kid's powers, he knew Wukong was holding back. He heard all the tales (however scrambled they became over the centuries), and had seen himself the power he held. He could've leveled the area and be done with the dispute in mere minutes. They fought, that's true, but the only reason he was beat was because of the kid.

Wukong didn't even have the dignity to strike him down himself, relying on a trainee who'd needed his powers locked up.

It was downright laughable, nay, pathetic at how Wukong was holding back because of one journey.

"-Before he struck you dead."

Oh. 

Ah, the one experience he had with death. The one where even after blotting out and ripping his name from the book had him checking over his shoulder and hiding in the shadows for a century in f- caution. It was that long before he realized Wukong did the same thing and no one went after him again (the others don't count, that was Heaven trying to remove his immortality).

Every time he saw his scar, he couldn't help but flinch. It still seemed fresh, still felt raw. His red facial marking didn't help either. (Keeping the glamor was second nature to him after all these centuries. He likes causing nightmares, not having them.)

Wukong didn't hold back then.

He took a deep breath, frosty air chilling his lungs as he turned to the young girl holding the spirit whispering promises laced with shards of ice and flakes of snow.

"Deal." He sneered.

(Macaque didn't want to think about the freezing light crawling down his throat. Too familiar. Too frightening.)

θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ 

Having a body mate was weird, but he learned to tune it out for the most part. Acquiring her ice abilities gave him an edge no one saw, and having her on energy sensory lookout helped with telling who's who and keeping tabs on the shady folk. Added a bonus in battle since she could warn him of any ambushers.

Though there were a couple...nitpicks he had.

Macaque had noticed with each new shadow clone, they turned just the teeniest shade bluer, thankfully not visibly noticeable to other folk yet.

Oftentimes when he summoned his staff, the spikes were coated in thin layers of ice. He rather let the blood flow from his enemies, thank you (though he rarely did more than a passing glance).

Even his shadow smoke form was tinged blue, frost trailing up the wrapping adorning it.

No matter, Macaque could handle this, he was flexible in his strategies (certainly helped with stealing Sun Wukong's power from the kid.) He would rather do without the personal physical changes.

Despite how many layers he covered himself with, his fur and skin stayed cool to the touch. Was a great help in traveling to the warmer sections of the area. With the drawback of visiting anything below 15 °C intensifying the chill. 

His face marking, the brilliant red he associated with power, ferocity, hurt, had blue creeping along his eyes. It looked to be icing out in crystalline patterns if he got close enough to reflections.

And his scar, the reminder of why he didn't just remove the spirit he was housing, stayed iced over even in his current setup in the Flaming Mountains.

Ah well, a quick glamor could fix those up. Right now he needed to strategize a way to get Wukong off Flower Fruit Mountain, separating him from the kid and the menagerie. 

(Macaque rose from sleep littered with some cuts and bruising. Didn't notice his camp was a few miles closer to Flower Fruit Mountain. Couldn't notice the blue fading back into gold sclera.)

θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ 

"What the hell was that?"

Macaque snarled at his reflection, the outline of White Bone Spirit staring back at him with nonchalance.

"I helped you win the battle and retreat, is that not what you wanted?"

It was going so well, Wukong managed to be separated with a few shadow clones and simple visual and vocal glamours. The recent attack (more like stolen power-high frenzy. Paint crudely helped hide the Demon Bull family's emblem) from the Gold and Silver Demon Brothers managed to split the group up. It was a simple send off of the right fakes to the right area after they split.

Once Wukong was below and far enough, Macaque made his entrance discreetly, ambushing him just as the other caught wind of something off. 

And it was going great for a while, without his staff Wukong was forced to fight harder. Wasn't close to the levels of Wukong back in the day, but more than the mountain battle. And the sheer thrill of it, seeing his "bud" let loose more, feeling the higher thrum of energy, oh gloriously maddening!

At least until a quick quip about the fake Wukong acting his part of the plan slipped out. Macaque found himself with too warm a liquid dripping out of his nose and mouth, from a punch and kick respectively.

The clarity at which he saw the unfiltered rage made the haze feel less like fog and more like a spotlight.

It was touch and go for a bit after that, but after a harsh, nearly numbing kick had Macaque gasping for breath, he asked for a boost as he wide eyed the threatening advance.

Blinding blues and white crept over his vision's edge, making Wukong's painfully shocked and horrified face the last thing he saw. Macaque regretted calling his power forth.

"I wanted a power boost, not a power surge blackout!"

"You received the power, but you were already on the verge of blacking out. I'm sorry it made you do so-"

"Excuses, excuses, that won't change the fact of what happened." Macaque turned away, only his eyes giving away his surprise, coming face to face with the cyan glow of White Bone Spirit.

"...Since when could you do that?" 

"When I'm not active."

"'When I'm not-' you mean to tell me you can pop out willy nilly? You didn't tell me this before?" Exasperation dropped in his tone, squeezing his eyes shut in annoyance.

"It never came up, this situation is different from humans. With your power, I couldn't-"

"I don't care, you're out." Held up his hands, moving forward, wanting to be done and gone from her.

"I'm sorry-" She made no effort move out of his way, so he walked through. 

"I don't want an apology, I want you out, gone, see ya! Deal's off, get your ice and leave-!"

"-But the body isn't yours now." 

Realization dawned on him once he passed through. Macaque froze.

As in the body stopped responding to any movement he willed.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't move what was yours?" Cyan and white passed around behind him, swirling in the air as she skimmed her chilled fingers up his neck.

"Well then, I suppose there isn't anything special about you." She cupped his face, drawing in close, her eyes filling his entire vision. In the cold white, he could see his own gold turn deep, icy blue.

"You're just a macaque with nothing left." With that she drew back into the body.

Hundreds of eyes gleamed from the shadows, some stretching out on shapes familiar- himself- but wrong. He willed his body to move forward, to turn, to fall, do anything to get him away from the twisted glowing outlines as they approached.

He didn't even so much as jolt when the screaming skeletal face flooded his internal vision, bringing an icy air with her. Forcing to stare at the eternally screaming maw, dark icy hands grabbed hold and pulled down, with him along. 

No sound left him, not even a gasp.

(The bleakness made him want to flee.)

(The chill made him want to scream.)

(The nothing made him want to cry.)

(Macaque did.)

θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ θ 

Wukong slammed into the volcano's side, smoke and ash obscuring his vision. Blue cut through the thick black, having him reach back into the lava. Red and black shot to the unwelcome color, but turned to white powder before reaching the target.

"Aw, what's wrong Great Sage?"

Okay, this was bad, this was wa-a-ay bad, but distance was key, if he could get distance he could vanish and regroup with MK-

When did the molten rock turn to ice?

Wukong feverishly tugged at his right side, the ice crawling up his limbs, spreading out over stone and lava alike.

He made the mistake of turning around.

 A blue eye with a pinprick snowflake iris nearly touched his own golden eye. Steam rose out past their fangs, doing nothing to help the chill rolling off.

"You look like you've seen a ghost!"

[enigmas-artdeck]

Y’all out here making White Bone Spirit possession AUs so I thought “Hey why not!” and stewed. So here it is, Six-Blues Macaque, in actual Macaque and Shadow Clone varieties. 

@strange-lace made a post  about this as I was finishing the line art so that threw me off guard. SAME BRAIN!! I’m looking forward to your take on WBS Macaque!

Details:

-The scar on both are iced over

-The pillars by the eyes are always present

-Macaque has steam coming out of his mouth whenever he speaks/ breathes because he’s still warm internally, despite his outside being subzero. The clones don’t breath

-If you get a close-up of Macaque’s eye, it’s a tiny snowflake, If you get a close-up of a clone’s eye, it’s cracked

-The left eye is permanently shadowed unless Macaque manages to take the reigns. Clone’s eyes are shadowed regardless, due to the horn-shaped ice in it

Macaque has six blues in his pallet (the black is a really dark blue), but the clones only have four

Actually Hidden bonus under the cut

[enigmas-artdeck]

Today I offer monke. Tomorrow, who knows?

[enigmas-artdeck]

Last week after finding a pic of Squares, I made come connections a couple days later, this came.

Fusions are fun!! And I couldn’t decide between human or jackal so you get both flavors! The human mask felt wrong so I turned the ear cover into a horn.

And you get a bonus shitpost. I like how Square’s pic came out!!

Last night, I found this post by @dizzydennis, then just this morning I found this post by @galacticonejos. Same braincell!

Transcript:

Infinite: Who are you?

Squares: I’m you, but I have better...backstory, characterization, goals, and threat levels.

[enigmas-artdeck]

Tails and the gang are in for more than they bargained for, and good ol’ Sonic certainly isn’t available to help this time...

Happy Halloween folks!!! This is a collab with the amazingly talented @tharkflark1, who made the outstanding lineart and allowed me to color! This was a beast to work on, and boy was it fun to do so

[enigmas-artdeck]

Spoilers for Chapter 9 of A Problem Of Paradoxical Proportions!!!

I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT

PARADOX HQ ARE BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKERS

THEY MADE PEOPLE FEEL CONFLICTED ABOUT PARADOX WHEN HE FIRST APPEARED. THAT'S RIGHT, THEY DIVIDED THE SERVER OVER A FUSION. AND THEN THEY REVEALED THAT PARADOX WAS A BABY AND KILLED HIM. AND THE SERVER WENT WHAT THE FUCK

SO ON BEHALF OF THE SERVER I'M MAKING A CALLOUT POST ON TUMBLR.COM

PARADOX HQ, YOU ARE THE ULTAMITE BABY KICKERS. YOU MADE US ATTATCHED AND THEN HURT US SO BADLY. AND HERE'S WHAT THE MUNCHKIN GIULD IS LIKE.

BBBBFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHH

THAT'S RIGHT HQ, GIANT HAMMERS, TRAUMA MEMES, AND DRAWINGS OF LD. LOOK AT THAT, THE GUILD IS ADOPTING THE BABY RIGHT NOW.

PARADOX HQ KILLED THE CHILD, SO GUESS WHAT WE'RE RETALITATING. THAT'S RIGHT, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, OUR SUPER LASER ASSULT!!!!

EXCEPT WE'RE NOT JUST ASSULTING PARADOX HQ, WE'RE GOING HIGHER.

WE'RE SUPER SPEED ADOPTING THE BABY!!!!!

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT FLARK AND BUCKY! WE'VE ADOPTED THE BABY YOU BABY KICKERS!!!!

PARADOX HQ HAS 23 HOURS BEFORE THE RRRRRRRRRRRRRAGE FUELD GUILD COMES  INTO THE HQ ITSELF. NOW GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SIGHT, BEFORE WE ASSULT YOU TOO.

@tharkflark1 @smallpwbbles