#powerswap au

[kittiemitties]

I never posted it but my entry to last year’s @tanabatazine! 

Role/Power swap with some backstory and Ichigo’s exposed midriff under the cut :3c

The idea was a Rukia that found/transfered power to Hime instead of ichigo! Since she's not the bottomless pit for energy like he is, Rukia would've been able to cover her ass, and also take her time training a Very interested in protecting people Hime.

The horns are from a discarded effect of Home's power! Kubo wanted her to sprout horns+ a tail when she used her power but his editor said it wasn't becoming of a love interest/herione. If she's the star, she can sprout what she wants! 

It'd also mean Ichigo's reaper power staying dormant for considerably longer, which I think would result in his fulbring activating like Chad' and Hime's did, but it'd do so to fit his scrappier habits, since his history is with martial arts and street fighting.

In my heart, Zangetsu would have room to grow and flourish without the strain of  having to hold himself together or compete with Ossan for Ichigo's acceptance. Ichigo inheriting Hime's tybw tit window was a Must. Urahara is an Equal Opportunity Meddler.

Something that didn't make it into the art is since Rukia's got a worn type bankai, she still passes that on to Hime. The reaper power would change the forms or her Rikka and allow her to fly with their wings and take on their powers >:3c

[hezuart]

A long while ago, I experimented with some powerswap / guardianswap AU designs with Jack. I never finished them for the other Guardians, though I had wanted to all these years. I wasn't too happy with all of Jack's designs so I went back and touched them up. 

Actually, whatever side he is on or how canon would fit into each story is up to the audience, I just wanted to draw these character designs based on the original character's personality and attire of choice. 

Jack Claus's staff is a wooden staff painted red and white like a candy cane, but it's still a stick. His hoodie is now a thick winter coat, with a scarf fashioned around the waist with puffy winter pants and boots. I experimented with brown hair for him, but it blended in with his red coat, so I kept his hair white. 

Jack Jay. The old Jack design for the ToothFairy was inspired by ask-tales-of-childhood.tumblr.… , but after a time I lost interest in the design and tried to go a different route. I paired Jack with a Blue Jay, a territorial bully of birds. It fit his mischievous, carefree attitude in a way, and kept him feathery. He uses his staff to carry large bags of teeth. 

Jack Rabbit. A white bunny with an ever-growing staff. His hoodie doesn't block his main and most powerful sense: his ears, so it is just a charming fashion statement. 

Jack Sand wears a one-piece night dress with seaweed hoodie strings. His staff has been woven into a powerful dreamcatcher that purifies bad dreams. 

Jack Black (yes, yes har har) wields a staff of black sand, and his mischievousness has now perhaps a sinister side. His preferred Nightmare is a wolf.

[scrunkle]

hello saiki k tumblr, take some whiteboard fox doodles as a treat

+ some powerswap au ideas i had :]

[damagesuppressor]

Powerswap!Teruhashi is very frugal. And Powerswap!saiki is not. Saiki gets the discounts Teruhashi once did, so he uses that to his advantage to purchase sweets (& coffee jelly). Teruhashi finds it fun to find good deals, so she’s always looking for coupons or sales to buy the things she’s interested in.

[littlesilentrebel]

some powerswap donnies that i drew a while ago

-masterpost-

[madyxuwu]

Saiki perspective in my au thing

Guys my handwriting is actually super very good, I'm just using my psychic powers on you to make it look bad

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

amy would have been a fantastic serial killer. she could have murdered you by overdosing you on fucking, your own neurotransmitters. you died of the fight or flight reflex.

[ask-the-omniverse]

Asks: Open

Greetings!

I'm the Mod of this askblog, Killer (mainly he/him, if thats ever necessary), and I'm here to talk about a few rules and facts

Rules!

-) No Nsfw or Gore (even just mentions of it)

-) No Spamming me with the same question, I love answering asks and will get to it

-) General Dni criteria holds up here (so no transphobia and stuff)

-) No misgendering the characters (they have pronouns next to them for a reason)

-) Please dont be mean to me, I have school-

Ok, now for the schedule I have planned for now (we'll have to see though)

- I will probably answer 1 ask every day

- Most of these will be text (unless you ask something that requires pictures or I feel like it)

Ok! Now for the Au Links (WILL get updated. Most of these are WIPs)

-Choicetale

-Guardiantale / Traittale

-Sleeptale

-Webtale

-Weirdtale

-CDtale

-Yantale

-Undertale.exe

-Und3r_T4l3

-Smarttale

-Curiositale

-Humanitale

-Monstrocitale

-Apocalipsetale

-Crystalfection Au

-Mewdings /sorta j

-Hungertale

-Powerswap

As you can see Im a huge nerd bastard.

[saelterlude]

Summary:

In a quaint little photo studio, a lonely boy found a family of his own. Across the city in a simple apartment complex, a set of twins deal with the double murder of their parents. No, that’s not how this story goes–

In a quaint little photo studio, a set of twins are left to fend on their own. Across the city in a simple apartment complex, two neighboring boys deal with an abusive parent. That’s how this story goes.

The circumstances are different, yet they remain the same.

Link Click Power Swap AU

Estimated 5 chapter and 6k words total.

Next chapter should be out in a week.

[safyresky]

Storm, Sleep, Single.

send a word and I'll write a drabble or a headcanon based on it (or a smile shot, since apparently the concept of a "drabble" eludes us here at safyresky industries)

Storm

The Time Splinter turned the corner, bearing down on the toddler sized sprite. It lifted its hand; a small portal opened, icicles sliding right out of the past and rushing towards the child.

She yelped, throwing out her hands and blasting snow around her, the force of which threw her out of the way of the icicles just in time as they continued down the hall, her brown braids swinging behind her.

Both Jacks turned the corner; young Jack almost toppled over, his shoes skidding on the tiled floors.

"Got you," said the older Jack, pushing his younger self upwards effortlessly as he slid easily around the corner, not loosing his balance once.

The pair booked it down the hall, fast in pursuit of the Time Splinter as it tried very, very hard to kill the tiny sprite in front of it.

She was holding up pretty well, actually, all things considered. But her little chest was heaving and her snow was getting thinner and oh no, a dead end!

The tiny sprite looked at the wall; she looked at the left. Door. She tried it; it was locked. The right—more wall. She turned around. Maybe she could sneak under it and run back? Maybe she could climb a wall? Jack could so maybe she could too? Maybe, maybe, maybe—she looked up, choking back a sobby scream.

The Time Splinter had grown in size. Behind it, her brothers were rushing over, their hands glowing, her Jack looking ready to kill and the older Jack looking very, very, very, lots of things, too many things that she couldn't even BEGIN to make words for because holy moly, the time thingy had just opened up a time hole and the largest blast of snow she had EVER seen came FLYING out, shoving them both all the way back down the hall.

They landed in a heap. The Time Splinter cackled, its sharp fingers glitching. It turned back to the young sprite with a sharp, bad, bad, BAD grin and oh no, oh no, it was opening a SECOND TIME HOLE.

She backed up, hitting the wall, looking up at the glitchy, colourful thing, unable to even shout for her brother she was so scared.

"You may have dodged all those other ones," the thing said, sounding like TV static. "But I happen to know of a set that won't miss in a few years time...let's speed things along now, shall we?" It hissed, looking back at the Jacks.

"NO! DON'T!" The older Jack shouted, trying to get back up again, only to be thrown back by a fresh glob of snowstorm from the portal the splinter had left open.

"Don't what?" His younger counterpart asked. "What did you do?"

"Bye bye, Little Flurry," the Splinter said, and, with a snap, the three icicles from so long ago but also just a few decades away came flying out of the time hole, the small sprite lifting her hands, the tiniest little ice shield popping up as both Jacks yelled NO, trying to fight what must've been one of Winter's ancient blizzards as the icicles (and the brothers) headed right for her—

"YOU don't get to call me that," said a new voice.

A wormhole had opened above the child. Snow came POURING out of the hole, hitting the ground with a THWOMP, a blue clad someone barely visible through the storm. There was a crack as the snow froze over, the three icicles embedding themselves into the snow.

The Splinter jumped back, aghast; both Jacks stopped, staring at the snowy wall, waiting.

Behind the wall, the small sprite looked up, her jaw on the floor as the woman in front of her looked down with a very familiar warm smile.

"Little Flurry," the woman said to her. "Meet the Big Storm you'll become one day," she said with a wink.

And with a battle cry, her arms flew back. The snow in front of her cracked and shattered; she pushed forwards, and the snow exploded, the hallway fast entering whiteout conditions.

The woman directed one hand upwards. The snowstorm she had unleashed in the hallway shot up. The snowy flakes froze quickly, gathering together and hitting the Time Splinter directly.

It screeched, withering in the air as the ice pellets pelted it, until finally, it shattered, dissipating above them.

The snow settled; the hall was quiet.

"You okay?" Jacqueline asked her very little self.

The little sprite took in a very deep breath, opened her mouth, and screamed, "I AM A STORM! RARGH!" Her arms reaching high, high, high above her head.

Big Jacqueline laughed; her Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, she's fine," young Jack said, fondly.

Sleep

"Coffee's all around," Cassandra said, sleepy tired, as she sat at the table with most of her wing. "Extra sugar for both Jackie and Amy, double double for you, Charlie, and I have one for you too, Alex. I brought you a bit of everything because I didn't know how you took yours."

"Oh, I don't need a coffee!" he said with a brilliant smile. "I don't sleep so—uh, I mean," he said, faltering as Amy and Jackie both shot him warning glares, "Yes! Coffee! That is a beverage that I do drink because I do, in fact, need sleep because humans need, uh. Sleep. And I definitely did not get enough sleep to function. For the day. Hundred percent. So now I will have. A coffee. To stay awake. Which is something I don't just do naturally. Right."

Amy sighed in relief; Jackie facepalmed.

Cass glanced over at Charlie; he looked just as confused as she felt.

"Are the others joining us?" Amy asked, politely changing the subject.

"Derrick was out all night so no idea where he's at. Desiree's getting Starbs and hitting the library asap to secure us a study space for the midterm prep," Charlie said.

The magihuman chatted with Cass, completely unaware of how carefully Jackie and Amy were watching Alex.

"You know," he whispered, leaning forward, "I've never had coffee before."

"You have coffee at the Dream Spire, though. I'm sure of that," Dite replied. "Really good coffee, too!"

Xander nodded. "I just don't usually drink it; I take after my Renny. They don't sleep, and nor do I. Half of the dream weavers don't need sleep! The other half are always sleepy."

"You didn't think that that would come over with the ordibeing glamour, did you?" Jacqueline asked, pouring chocolate milk into her coffee.

"I have yet to be able to sleep, glamours aside, so I assumed."

"Thank goodness it worked for everyone else. Could you imagine if I was walking around with pointed ears still? Fuckin' eh," Jacqueline replied, sipping her atrocious coffee-chocolate-sugar. Thing.

"What should I put in it?"

"Whatever you want!" Dite said. "Do you want it sweet? Have sugar! Milk and cream thicken it and make it cooler and smoother."

"Chocolate milk makes it taste not like caffeine."

"You're so strange," Dite said, endearingly

"Thank you," Jacqueline replied.

"You know what? I'm going to put a bit of everything in it!"

"Everything?" the girls asked, shocked.

"Yeah! I'm going to live a little! What did my neighbour say yesterday? What was it...oh yeah! YOLO. I am going to YOLO."

"Did you hear that Dite? He's going to yolo," Jacqueline said, hiding her face in her cup.

"Be nice!" Dite said, Jacqueline suddenly lunging forward in her seat a bit, her chocolate milk coffee spilling. "Sorry, sorry. I thought that was softer. I can't see them so, you know," she shrugged.

"May I steal your chocolate milk?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, but you're refilling it."

"Of course!" Xander said, pouring the rest of the disguised sprite's chocolate milk into the very close to overfilling cup. "Well, here we go! Cheers!" he said, carefully bringing it up to his lips and taking a very long sip.

"So? What do you think?" Dite asked.

"Wow! Tasty!" he said, and then immediately fell forward, his face landing on the table with a hefty thunk.

Charlie and Cass jumped up, as startled as Amy and Jackie, who were already on either side of Alex, Amy checking for a pulse.

"Is he okay?" Charlie asked.

"He's either dead or sleeping," Jackie said. "That was his first coffee ever," she added with a grimace.

"What did he put in it?" Cass asked.

"EVERYTHING," both girls replied.

"EVERYTHING?"

Amy nodded. "He isn't dead!"

"Oh my god. He's snoring," Jackie said, stunned.

"He's actually asleep!" Amy said, shocked.

"I'm using this for later," Jackie said, taking out her phone and snapping a photo."

"ZzzzZZZzzzz," snored Alex, as the flash went off around him.

Single

Well, it was over.

He was the single last Frost standing.

Mom and Dad? Gone. Off to Rosehaven when this whole stupid war had broken out.

Did they choose to go there? Did Pyros send them there himself? As much as he wanted to believe the latter, he was positive that the pair of them had washed their hands to the mess and fled so as not to deal with the consequences of their actions.

(They should've just gone with the Call all those years ago).

And now Pyros.

Defeated by his own hand, and now sealed into the old castle they had grown up in. Hidden away from the world, both magical and ordinary. Trapped forever. Alone. King of his Castle, which is what he had wanted, anyway.

The Grand Witches finished the seals on the force field, bickering the entire time. A shadow fell over him.

"Blaise?"

He looked up. Mother Nature.

"It's been done," she said in response to his silent, stony look. He nodded, eyes down on the ground.

"Do you need a moment?"

He nodded again.

Mother Nature surveyed him intently. "Girls," she said over her shoulder. "Let's give his majesty a moment, alright?"

"Don't—" Blaise sighed. Whatever. He'd burn that bridge later.

The trio disappeared, leaving Blaise behind at the gates, staring up at Old Frost Castle.

He turned his back to it, leaning on the fence and sliding down, down, down, until he met the ground with a heavy sigh.

"Room for one more?"

He looked up; his heart softened.

"For you? Always," he said, scooting over for the season. Her cool presence was comforting.

"Still the flatterer I see," she said, sinking down beside him, her thin skirt fluttering on the way down.

"Only for you, Miss Winter."

She smiled, her hand gently resting on her collarbone. "I know it's a silly question, but I must ask. Are you okay?" she said, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

"No. Are you?"

"Not at all."

"Can we be not okay together?"

Winter smiled. "For you? Always," she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hands in her lap, ready to listen.

"I was just thinking," Blaise began, "It's just me now. I'm the last Frost standing. They're all gone. My mother and father. My brother. It's just me. The single last Frost." he sighed. "I don't have a house," he realized, with a funny little frown.

"You can stay in the garden, if you'd like. I'm sure Mother wouldn't mind."

"Would your sisters?"

"I don't think so, no."

"And you?"

"Not in the slightest," she said, happy to see the familiar corkscrew grin she was embarrassingly fond of on his face. "We'd all be quite happy for the company. And I think you would too, Blaise dear. You know," Winter continued, scooting even closer to the young would-be King, her knees pressed up against his toasty warm thigh. "You may be the last Frost standing, but you aren't alone," she said. "Family is what you make of it. And even though your parents are gone and your brother is, well," she pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. "You have us! Mother Nature, my sisters, countless other magibeans and myths and legends—"

"I have you," Blaise said warmly, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

She giggled behind her free hand, squeezing Blaise back. "If you'd like."

"You know I would."

She giggled again. "It's an opportunity for a fresh start," she said, clasping his hand in both of hers. "And isn't that lovely?"

Something was happening, deep in Blaise's chest. It was warm. "It...it kind of is," he realized, that warm feeling intensifying. There was a spark; two, three more. Then a crackle. His hair, flat and dark like burnt out embers on the top of his head, began to glow, the red slowly seeping into the dark. Then WHOOSH!

His hair lit up, a roaring fire on the top of his head.

"I can do so much good!" He realized, talking with his hands. "All of those stupid rules and laws Mom and Dad had—I can get rid of them! I can change them, make it better, make this place better—" his face was growing red; he was blushing, jumping up and pacing with a spring in his step.

Oh, it had been too long since Winter had seen him like this. She had missed it; and if she were able to blush, she would be too. "We can!" he finally said, turning back to Winter, his heart free of the stony confines the War of Succession had put it in.

He held out his hand, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We?" Winter asked, taking his hand and letting him pull her up.

"My first and ONLY order of business as King, is to get rid of the monarchy. Crystal Springs is a place for everyone; and everyone should be able to have a say in what they want. And I am going to make sure of it," he said, confident.

His hair flickered; he frowned. "Do you think your Mom would be okay with that?"

"Oh, she'll love the idea," Winter said, caressing the summer sprite's face. I love the idea, she thought. "Vive la révolution!" she announced loudly, throwing her fist in the air.

Blaise threw back his head, laughing, the flames on his head reaching heights not suitable for the indoors.

Single last Frost, huh? Well, he thought, pulling Winter along with him and running away from his childhood home, not for very much longer.

[wannameetmyson]

Ok so one of the things I wanna say is that I'm intrigued by powerswap au between Jack and Pitch but I would want to try and work out how people's centers could stay the same. This is really tricky since book lore/canon goes off.

What's Pitch's powers? What is his center?

the fearlings are their own separate force and consciousness, pitch's body is the physical vessel. So is it fair to say fear's his center? Fear and darkness are very thoroughly linked in canon.

I wanna keep centers, and I guess for Pitch it may be more like a backstory, consistent because that's who the character is. I think changing power makes adapting things more fun. Jack is still Jack and pitch is still pitch, but different powers highlight different parts of themselves.

Like Pitch with his nightmares is theatrical and he likes to have a classy flair, even though he's also good at fighting dirty obvs. How'd that look with winter?

Then Jack is playful and calm, and a big difference will be his freedom traveling. Is there a way to make the shadows thrilling to use? Is there a way to play games midday with them?

[sehtoast]

Indulge Me (Homelander x Reader Powerswap!au Smut)

18+ | 1.5k words | Pure smut, gender neutral reader, oral sex, lazy blowjob, ball sucking, rimming, begging, overstimulation, come eating, HL!reader, oral fixation | Fic Directory

This is your favorite.

He really was so perfect for you. Indulging this little need of yours, head tipped back on the couch, warm breaths escaping between his parted lips.  

Your head rests in his lap while his fingers thread through your hair.  It’s how he grounds himself.  You know he enjoys this, too.  This little… fixation of yours.

You lost track a while ago of how long you’ve been like this.  Head turned toward his body as you suckle the head of his limp cock, tongue teasing his foreskin.  You can’t recall how many loads you’ve swallowed, but you know he’s dazed and you’re in heaven.

Your own arousal has long since drenched your underwear, but you’ll take care of that eventually.  

You roll your tongue lazily over the head, drool spilling down your cheek landing in a dark patch on his pants.  He tastes so good, so sweet, and he’s all yours.  You roll closer to him, letting his soft cock slip further back your tongue. 

The goal was never quite to get him off, but rather to satisfy that little oral fixation of yours. He’d discovered it fairly early on in your relationship.  A thumb pressed to your lower lip after a kiss, the digit sucked into your mouth, your eyes glazing over.

John had looked like a deer in headlights, but he went along with it.  Pushed and pulled his thumb in and out, soft sighs escaping from him as he imagined how that tongue would feel on his cock.

He took your hand back then.  Guided it into his pants, under his cute little briefs, let you grasp and stroke him while you laved over his finger.  He ended up lightheaded and had to sit.  That was when you, filthy little thing you are, traded his finger for his cock.  

You held him in your mouth until your chest was soaked in a slick combination of come and slobber.  Even then, you didn’t want to let off.

You feel him grow against your tongue, twitching again after his refractory period passed.  He uses his grip in your hair to rock your head gently.  

You don’t care.  As long as you get what you want.

He pushes until the tip is at your tongue and you wrap your lips around him, sucking gently.  Can’t be too careless, can’t hurt him.  But you have to have him.

He looks down at you with glassy eyes and red cheeks. His chest heaves, he chews his lip, lets his hands roam.

“Mmm, god, what’d I ever do to deserve you?” He moans.  “That’s so– oh, fuck…”

His cock twitches and you roll to swallow more of him.  Your tongue travels lazily along the length.  You angle your head to catch the bump of the vein that runs on the underside and his hips jerk.

“Hnngh,” he gasps.  He’s sensitive, damn near overstimulated.  His eyes travel to the window of your penthouse, basking in the beautiful blue sky as you work his cock– but not for too long.  

The sight of you is far more gorgeous.

You shift, releasing him to prop yourself on your elbow.

“Pants off,” you tell him.

Without a second of hesitation, he pushes them down to his knees.

“Lay back.”

Once again, John does as you say, kicking his garments away and splaying his legs wide.

Your face is buried against him almost immediately, though this time you take one of his balls in your mouth.  You hold it gently, tongue swiping over it in meticulously slow strokes.  You taste the salt of his sweat and a flavor that is uniquely his.

You can feel him start stroking himself, his skin moving along with the more aggressive tugs.

He’s a moaning mess above you, but he knows not to come.

Not until your mouth is back around him and he can be savored.

His heel digs into your back and he arches up, pressing his sack against your mouth.  He feels your drool slowly dribble down his balls, over his perineum, a small trail painting over his hole.

“Ah, might be a, uh, a weird ask,” he shudders, “your spit feels r-really good when it goes… down there, uh… C-Can you uhm, you know… drool… more?”

You look up at him with a twinkle of amusement in your spaced out eyes. You suck off of his sack with a wet pop, grabbing both of his thighs to push him so that his ass is exposed entirely to you. 

“H-Hey!” 

You press his thighs to his chest, kneeling before him.  You can see the realization in his eyes and it stirs something playful in you.  You drop a heaping glob of saliva on his hole before diving in, tongue swirling around the tight muscle.  There’s more of an effort here than what you’d been doing before.

He deserves a treat for being so good for you for so long.  

Your sweet little Johnny.

He keens below you, hands swatting below his rear to seek any part of you he could grab.  Somehow he manages a handful of your cape.

You press your tongue flat against his rim, holding it there to warm him.  Your hands move to knead his rear, the globes of his flesh so soft and malleable in your palms.  

His whines and whimpers are so sweet, but your name flying off his tongue is by far the most delicious part of it all.  He practically screams it when you pierce that tight ring of muscle, tongue wriggling inside.

How fucking amazing to know he was all yours.  You could take him apart at your leisure, in any way you want, and he’d always beg for more.

Just like now.

“Ah, please! Please– fuck! Fuck!”

Your little birdie loves to sing for you.

“Oh, god, fuck, can– can I t-touch mys– AH!” He cried out as you pushed your tongue further, slipping out to suck hard on his perineum.  “Please, please, oh fuck, please!!” 

Your hand slipped around his waist to grasp his cock, squeezing just enough to make his whole body jump.  You drag your fist over the length of him torturously slow as you tongue fuck him.

He weeps, begging and pleading.

Through his tears, he tells you how close he is.  You angle his body, pointing the tip of his cock right at his mouth.

“Catch it,” you tell him, “but don’t swallow it.”

He nods like the desperate slut he is.  Needy for you, needy for all that you’ll give him, starved until he can have it.

You drag your tongue from hole to sack, suckling his flesh and jerking him in three hard pumps that leave him howling an open mouthed moan, ropes of his come painting his face and tongue.  You trail back to his hole and dip your tongue inside to feel every pulsation of his glorious release.

He feels his body drop and your tongue is upon his face in a fraction of a second, licking him clean.

He’s pretty sure it’s in his hair, too, but he can’t possibly care about that.  Not when your tongue delves between his parted lips to lick everywhere you can possibly reach, desperate for more of his taste.  

You’re like an animal starved for something only he can provide. 

You press him against the couch, tasting your little pet, savoring his sounds and how they echo inside of you.

He’s so fragile looking when you pull away. He’s been undone and put back together over and over again.  So good, so perfect for you.

All for you.

“Good boy, Johnny.” You purr into the shell of his ear.  

He arches against you.

“You’re gonna take such good care of me now, right?”

He nods eagerly, nearly rising from the couch if not for your overwhelming strength keeping him in place.

Your hands slip under the hem of his sweater, pushing it up to reveal his nipples.  You lean down to tongue over one, fingers finding the other.

“That delicious cock of yours is gonna be ready for me soon, right?” You murmur against his chest. You relish the feeling of his hands in your hair, gripping and tugging.

The thought of more damn near scares him.  He’s not sure if he’s got anything left; he might end up shooting dry.  Would you be upset that you didn’t get your little treat if that’s all he had?

“You’re gonna fuck me and take such good care of me, baby. I know it.” 

You suck his rosy bud into your mouth, smirking at his weak moans.

“My sweet little Johnny…”

[hezuart]

Toothiana Powerswap / Guardianswap! 

Her outfits are inspired by miscellaneous South East Asian traditional fashion. 

Santiana's wings are made of Poinsettia flowers, as is her hair. She wears little bells on her wrists and always keeps her ears warm! 

Frostiana I'm not completely happy with her head. She's technically wearing a pointed beanie hat with a frost crown at the front of it. It just looks off with the rest of her face, but... I wasn't able to make anything else look good so I gave up. She has snowflakes for wings. 

Easter... fairy??? Hoppiana is a flying bunny rabbit! Her giant ears are able to do so, with just a pinch of magic. She wears a crown of wisteria and brings her painting supplies everywhere. 

Sandiana's wings are made of sand. She is adorned with a necklace of golden pearls and seashells collected from the shore. 

Inkana, the Queen of Nightmares with a wispy shawl and bat wings made of Nightmare sand. Her favorite Nightmares are bats. 

[chippermelon]

from my powerswap au LYATU

[aoki553]

my take on a saipsi powerswap au

kusuo getting some natural color on him is something i needed to see tbh

[littlesilentrebel]

hello, welcome to this mess i call my mind! you can call me either silent or rebel! :3

things you will find on here: tmnt (mainly rise (mainly donnie from rise)), some short things about my ocs that tell you almost nothing about them, a bunch of random drawings and writings for.. random things, jumping from hyperfixation to hyperfixation, not a single coherent thought in sight

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AO3: littlesilentrebel

discord server: https://discord.gg/4Hq4XACyXz

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art tag: #silent drawings / #silent art

writing tag: #silent writings

shitpost tag: #silent shitposting

poll tag: #silent polls

fic tag: #silent fics

not my art tag: #nom nom mf

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my rottmnt aus (i do not have much for them yet-):

cracked rainbow -masterpost-

shredded au -masterpost-

powerswap au -masterpost-

accidental draxdad au -masterpost-

come back to us au -masterpost-

my pjo aus:

13+ reasons why posideon should (not) have adopted thalia grace -masterpost-

child of amphritrite -masterpost-

shared custody -masterpost-