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Beyblade X OC - Dark Queen Rising
They watched as the world got engulfed in flames, the audience in awe at the display of such raw beauty and power, as the stadium burned to a crisp. Just who is she?
[Is in no affiliation and or correlation to the King of Darkness, nor does the title imply the same meaning. There’s a difference people(lol)]
Age: 16-17 Occupation: Blader Beyblade: ??? Pronouns: She/Her Artstyle: OG Can fit into any Bey Gen.
Oh so now when I have other friends and a girlfriend it's a problem now, since when did you care?
I love blueberry new outfit in season 4 it was a great change
I added more lore about Finola but to keep it brief she starts a relationship with Howzer
got a really banger attack so i'm back at artfighting now. a friendly fire revenge for zhenbot, featuring Seon-hui and Bun!
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I was trying to watch the OG 60s Top Cat on Prime, and wow, here I was thinking that female Choo-Choo was something Jellystone invented…
Lore and jokes aside, this is me trying to emulate the Classic Hanna-Barbera 1961 "Top Cat" artstyle, also it's me praising the queen
Androids!
I know that they're all cyborgs, but when I say androids you instantly know what I'm talking about so no harm done
THE ORIGINAL IMAGES:
Our plan, your vision, my artistry! 🖼️✨ If you’re interested in your own personalized pieces, I’m open for commissions <3 <3 <3
A dbz redraw of Surge kicking Shadow's arm?
Ask and you shall receive!
Fighting against the Androids!
I know that she's a cyborg, but when I say androids you instantly know what I'm talking about so no harm done If you have any more Dragon Ball moments I could Sonic-ify, just send me an inbox!
ORIGINAL IMAGE:
Our plan, your vision, my artistry! 🖼️✨ If you’re interested in your own personalized pieces, I’m open for commissions <3 <3 <3
WW&tCF (OC) - FR: Class War - 'Mr. Pratt'
Meet Mr. Cornelius Twat Pratt: teacher of the 'Class for Excellence' (it's just the upper set), Mr. Turkentine's long-standing rival, and avid John Lennon kinnie. also he's designed after matt berry.
There are two things that piss this man off more than anything: 1) That the Beatles split up (of which he is in a support group for) & 2) That Charlie Bucket, a member of Mr. Turkentine's class, won a Golden Ticket and the entire bloody Wonka factory.
Also, Mini-fic for the art:
Pratt stood at the front of his pristinely perfect classroom, nothing out of place but the slightly unkempt children sitting in front of him. His shorter-than-average bulky frame was far more apparent when measured up to the height of the blackboard, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for with a presence that took up more space than it had right to. "Good morning, Class. And Congratulations." His words had an odd cadence to them, almost like they weren't being pronounced correctly... "You are the chosen ones. Those deemed worthy enough for a chance to be the best. And if you're in my class, you Will be the best." His lips unfurled into a toothy, smug grin. "Why?" The mentor stretched out an arm, equipped- oddly- with a conductor's baton instead of the usual pointer or ruler. With a loud clack, Pratt slammed it against the blackboard, the words 'Win.' written gorgeously in cursive chalk. "Because you have one purpose in life: to Win."
Pratt lowered his baton, mouth forming an almost pout, eyebrow raised. "Failure is not on the curriculum. Perhaps for other classes- 7A, 7C, and damn well sure 7B" a slight growl slipped into tone for the last, but very quickly dissipated. "Never 7S."
In his white turtleneck and light blue-grey suit, he looked more like a fancy CEO giving a pep-talk than the teacher of a rather lower-tier comprehensive school. Pratt closed his eyes, and broke into an almost mocking tone. " 'How am I, a small weakly child, to raise to such ranks' you may sing out in desperation. Follow me, and you. will. find. your. answer." His grin dropped, a serious tone, and outstretched his arms, "So long as you are in this class, I am your God. Your Messiah. And if you fail me, you'll surmount to nothing. Understand?" As he looked out at the children he would teach for the forthcoming years, a chant of 'yes, sir' perfectly in tandem- likely out of intimidation, albeit- he could only feel power coursing through his body. Turkentine stood no chance.
December 2nd 2022/December 19th 2019
Another re-edit, Christmas edition! :>
I remember making this for someone as a Ducktales Secret Santa gift 3 years ago.
Here's the description I wrote back then:
"He tried to wrap presents with an old Woodchuck technique, which wasn't that easy as it seemed to be."
That's all. I just used the opportunity to re-edit it during Christmas season-
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