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dizzidoodle:

My current Project: a short story about a guy.. and his fish erh, merSHARK. And when I mean merShark..I mean a merWHALEshark. Still dicking (HAH) around with the character designs before I can start this project at the end of 2014. I have a thing for monster/mytho characters

M/M relationship. MERFOLK! check tags.‘untitled story’/ characters © DiZZiNESS

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soggywarmpockets:

Tonight I may have had an encounter with the smoothest human being on earth.

As many of you know I work as an actor in a haunted house. This is a fun job for many reasons, but witnessing people’s reactions to being scared is by far the best. I’m a scare window actor, which means I hide behind a section of the wall that is held up by a latch that I can lift and drop away suddenly, scaring people with both my scream, and the loud sound my window makes upon being dropped. I have a small hole drilled in the wall to look through to see people passing.

The smoothest human being on the planet wore a white hoodie. He came in a group with three other friends. I did not expect to scare him much. After a while you can kind of gauge just by what you can glimpse from your peephole whether someone will be a good scare or not. Men in their 20’s in a mixed group of friends typically do not get scared easily. But this guy was wearing white in my blacklight-equipped hallway, so he had made himself an easy target and I had to take advantage.

I dropped my window precisely when he was in front of it.

He leapt back toward the wall on the other side of my narrow hallway and his drew back his arm like he meant to punch me.

“This is it.” I thought. “I’m finally going to be socked in the face for scaring someone.”

But I was wrong.

His arm kept curling back behind his head. Smoothly, flawlessly, effortlessly he tucked his hand behind his head, leaned back on the wall opposite me, and propped a foot up on the plywood frame of my open window, reclining with ease.

“So, come here often?” He asked.

All of this occurred within the span of a second. Maybe two.

I was shook. I was stunned. I almost broke character.

I shrugged. “Only on the weekends.” I replied with my character voice. His group laughed. He double finger gunned me and walked on.

I will never forget him.

I cannot stress enough how perfect his transition from his fear reaction to his playboy act was. It flowed so naturally.

He is already a legend in my haunt.

kaijubrainsart:

The Creeping Gate- A strange creature capable of granting wishes. It cannot alter the dimension it currently resides in, but it can open portals to parallel dimensions where you are already in possession of whatever it is you desire, which you can go through. of course, as with all genies, there is a price. Doubles are against the rules; you must find the version of yourself that lives in that dimension, capture them, and feed them to the creeping gate as compensation. The last person to be consumed takes the place of the deformed humanoid figure embedded in the creeping gate’s flesh, and is not fully digested until the next time a portal is opened, and whatever is left of their life source is used as fuel to open the portal. If you do not complete your end of the deal, the creeping gate will stalk you in your new life, and make it worse than it ever was before until you do

(An adoptable design I bought from blinkpen. Description also written by blinkpen)

(Edit: original design here- x)

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agatharights:

Trying to get into the swing of practicing comic pages regularly so…have some entirely unplanned Rampage vs Botanica for my vaguely Beast-Wars-Y setting? I’ve been calling it TF: Paradise.

Both of them are incredibly adaptive, functionally immortal, and capable of almost entirely re-growing their bodies for different environments, to heal damage, or to give themselves specialized features. This is probably relatively early after the first time they met- seeing as Rampage seldom underestimates his opponents, and likely doesn’t know that deserts are just as happy to host plants as anywhere else, yet.

Transcript under the cut, because of my handwriting.

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