i watched Cleo's Witchcraft episode, and all i could think about was this Arthur Aguefort quote. alt quote, and textless under the cut.
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Here's The Time Witch as a mermaid. I was thinking how I could show off her motif while she's in the water, then I had the idea of ancient ruins of a city lost in time hidden at the bottom of the ocean. She then using her time powers to return the ancient ruins back to their former glory (You can tell I was inspired by the time power ability from Tears of the Kingdom). What do you guys think about this one?
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Serenitea
10 x 14 Acrylic on watercolor paper
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YOU, A REGULAR PERSON: Pink Witch King of Angmar
ME, AN INTELLECTUAL: nazgUwU
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an animation loop I had as a WIP on my PC for aaaaaages. I decided to finish it finally... It still has issues here and there but I find it cute enough.
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I'd noticed these spaces melt into each other recently and had my friend @seshrat help cook this up :)
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This is the original post of my time witch. I thought it would be a great idea if she had wands that resemble clock hands that she uses to control time.
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Prompt 95
Captain Marvel, new Den-Mother (despite the fact he himself is a child even if the league isn’t aware of that fact) for the Young Justice team blinks. Klarion, so-called chaos lord, blinks back in the middle of a spell.
He tilts his head. The other baby realms-being mirrors him. His own magic-fueled core pulses, and a chaos-core vibrates back. Oh. Ah. So that’s what’s happening.
“They can’t play right now,” he explains to the barely-younger ancient-in-training, ignoring the team’s incredulous looks at his words with the practice of someone who had to deal with the voices of gods all the time.
And Batman’s narrowing eyes. Scary.
The chaos-core thrums in a distinct pouting-sensation, alongside a whine unique to young ghostlings. A whine that he replied with, even if only they could hear. Come play later, busy now, he insisted again, even if Klarion’s pouting was turning visible before it shifted to a scowl.
“Fiiine…” And then the chaosling was gone, his familiar with him. Billy really wished he could join in disappearing, seeing the info-hungry look in the others’ eyes.
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