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I'm so sad I can't confidently cosplay my deranged isekai-favourite 😭😭😭 she's obviously a kid and I'm very obviously not. If she ever grows to be an adult or a teen in the story (unlikely to happen), I would jump on it in a nanosecond.
Ichika is just Touka with Haise colored hair when she grows up. :v
Sorry, it's been a while. Rough few weeks/months. Rewatched Infinity Train on HBOmax tho. I'm assuuming MT/Lake's hair regrows?? Who knows
pink as a rose means my affection for you grows #hlvrai #halflifevrbuttheaiisselfaware
Thee second oni girl. Her eyes light up the night, she rips out her teeth, the demon eye, and grinds down her horn (that grows back) just so she has the chance to be as normal as possible. One left.
My collection grows
These were done by @akirachii1 and I'm so pleased with these
Especially with the artwork of my OC Raccoon lol I love the John Wick raccoon
Maybe I do have a hidden side besides being Lewd and wholesome 🤔
Thank you for these! I love them!
@erikapriceart Thank you, I love this list and hope it grows. <3 I do illustrated stories and comics. Dark themes that draw on Soviet magical realism, Southern Gothic, and the deeply personal. Always queer, trans MCs. https://t.co/E859PhqiH3
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A character illustration (female Grower) for @EvenMAmundsen Tegn world. 🌿 I imagined the elders help the young ones bring their forest hair into shape as it grows. #drawtegn #drawthisinyourstyle
She's like the type of girl who's destinate to be a Milf when she grows up
Round 4-
A serpent that grows 2 heads for every 1 lost vs a 100 headed dragon that fervently guards the golden apple tree. Both slain by Hercules. Who would win?
Like for Hydra (Left) RT for Ladon (Right)
#fantasy #mythology #FolkloreThursday #adventure #writing #horror
As a symbolic gesture of union, sisterhood and the rejection of past enmities, we shall bury a piece of chair along with a seed.
May the tree of cooperation that grows from this seed be never again turned into wood to be smashed across our backs when we're not looking.