#swap reblogs

[meeludrawz]

Summer is coming, it's time for some S L U S H

[reserved-system]

hi. i saw u reblogged the hermit fanon swap thingy… butterfly joe hills >:)

JOE OF THE HILLS FROM NASHVILLE TENNESSEE EDIT: You can request more like this over at @pocketofpossums that's our art blog!!

[socksandbuttons]

I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ABOUT THEM HONESTLY

CRATOR BBG LOOK AT HERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway SAMS Swap Au Y'know the one with Eclipse and Lunar swapping with Sun and Moon?? I have so many thoughts about it. Anyway they dont give me who Earth is swapped with. So- It's Solar Flare for me. Anyway I have changed the timeline already. Things are different but still mirror a bit to a Point. Crator isn't Earth tho- like she's swapped sure same and with Space but Crator's her own thing and Im loving herrrr Anyway Space actually arrives much earlier than Earth, Crator gets to be active much sooner and they meet and become good friends. He worries for her actually while she's just vibin' doing her job. Altho... pointless given BM is annoyed more with her presence than helped. They thought Moon would take his time. Also Roxy starin at these two... love Cowboy roxy he's so mwah actually haVE YOU CONSIDERED THAT?? Anyway. Im totally normal about this AU.

[nionom-art]

It’s finals week at my university rn. But anyway, have some pose studies with Noire and Coccinella.

Poses were referenced from various artists on Pinterest: https://pin.it/54p3wvo

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Horse Yaoi trotted so Horsegirl Yuri could fly.

[gladumfdoodles]

something about the night changing

watching the guess that build videos made me so nostalgic for the old build swap videos, I almost started crying

click on the picture for better quality, I think Tumblr has really butchered it this time

(also if you submitted a writing ask, those will start to happen tomorrow, today has been really emotionally exhausting and I haven't had the energy to write anything, but I will get started on those soon!)

[rilli-luci]

Redrawing my Sanders Sides role swap series before I get to drawing Remus' swaps starting with Patton!

He absolutely wears a bell so the others can hear him coming but it's not like knowing would stop them anyway. Good thing he's not very malicious, just a little mischievous.

A new taglist will be created now that I am drawing more, Send an ask if you'd like to be tagged in the next Sanders Sides post!

Want to support me or see the next Role Swap early? Check out my Ko-Fi!!

[ahollowgrave]

-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light.   Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender.  Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks.  Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars. 

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people.  In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person.  Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises. 

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her.  Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red.  Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers. 

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No.  Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of  ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing.  Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul.  Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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[teriyakiaqi]

TAKE TWO 🎬

Art of @spilledkaleidoscope’s Disco Sapphics 🕺🏽🪩 in jackets from the Santa Clarita Diet show!

Close ups:

Yes, this is a repost! Explanation in tags

[plulp]

hey guys. remy design

[momentsofamber]

The freeing myself of cringe culture continues. 🌸🍀

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[vindictivenerdcels]

"Heard from Donovan that you asked him for help and claimed that you are Ryan. Well, the only Ryan here is me. I'm Ryan Brewers, and if I heard anymore crap like that from my bros or you trying to derail my plan, I'm not going to hesitate to put you inside a random bum I found on the street later. Bet that bum will be more grateful to be inside that body than you,"

[laughingmango]

Ghost Swap treat for the approximately six people who requested domestic Alma/Jowd/Cabanela! Always 💜💚🤍

[voidsnarrator]

My loveliest of babies!!

Blind Narrator and his Stanley from "I see you, I hear you" And swapped AU! Vincent and the Observer "Swap AU"

I've been becoming a little obsessed with the swapped boys and I really wanted to draw them haha Going from happily in love to uh, complicated? :')

I love them and if you can point out the key 2 differences between them from just the art I applaud you 👏👏

[umbraticstickerz]

Honestly I'm enjoying making these Edits

The character i edited in on the front row in the last one is my Online Sibling's, @unkn0wn4rt1st , oc Karl!!

Rick is probably the least recognizable in the first one since I had to age him down, with the others, to be in Ross' role.

Rick is Ross

Frank is Roy

Radford is Robert

Roy is Rick

Robert is Radford

Sad Guy is Dexter Doll

Boxcutter is Frank

Boxcutter is basically never acknowledged so ye lol. Hes neat honestly.