Skulls are fun!

Cocky, overconfident and always eager to fight, meet Axolobo ! He is one of the magikants in Cry's class, and Cry's childhood guard dog, who quickly became his best friend and partner. Strong cerberus that can manipulate strong hell fires !

The shoulder skulls Axolobo wears are actually his two other cerberus heads. Their name are Ember and Blaze. They can't think or do anything in their inactive form, but when active, they think for themselves, talk and can even attack at their own will

Axolobo is quite confident of his own abilities, and never backs out from a challenge. He is a competitive troublemaker who not only hates losing, but takes losing really personally. Ember is the calmest and more rational of the heads. Blaze is really protective and quiet.

Female Variant of the Crested Jaguar, a Creature I designed for my worldbuilding project in University of 2020, also a current encounter for my DnD Campaign project!

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_''Crested Jaguars are a very large mammal from the genus ‘ Panthera’, named for their large fin-like crests either side of their necks and large rosettes covering most of their body. Some can say they resemble a large hybrid between a peacock and a leopard due to their colouration and feathered fan tail. Sexual Dimorphism in the sexes are extreme. Females are generally much smaller compared to the males, reaching 6ft at the shoulder. Their pelt colour is a selection of browns, faun and oranges, while their skull shape is more round and short compared to their male counterparts. The males are much larger and stockier than the females, at 8ft at the shoulder, their coats are generally a mix of blues, greens and orange, with a large peacock-like tail feather. A male’s coat colour is most likely used for attracting mates, though this is a theory as this species is very elusive and a live male has not been seen in person in about 100 years.


A Crested Jaguar’s limbs make it adept to climbing, crawling and swimming, their skulls are robust and the jaw extremely powerful, rumored to be able to pierce through even the strongest of armour, which makes these cats incredibly dangerous and deadly.

Their range is very limited in the valley of Roanoak, usually a large male will have a large territory with several females in. Arcgate ruins is said to be the home to a large male for years, the individual is so elusive it has been described as being mythical, a silly urban legend to tell at bedtime stories. However, evidence such as prints, claw marks and scat have been found, proving it is indeed real. Though no one has been brave enough to venture into the ruins.''
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OMG ARE THOSE SKELETONS NAKED.

This is a continuation of the height chart for the main 14 skeletons, this time showing off their actual anatomy! Drawing these really helps me visualize how their poses would be, especially when I draw them with clothes. If it don't look good naked, that means ya gotta re-draw the clothes!

The skeletons showcased are Classic, Vanilla, Blue, Stretch, Red, Edge, Vi, Money, Black, Wolf, Bear, Sparrow, Wine, and Coffee.

This part showcases Classic, Vanilla, Blue, Stretch, Red, Edge, Vi, and Money's skeletons.

I had SO much fun drawing all the different body types. It's pretty easy when you have a template Sans and a template Papyrus to work from. some special adjustment for skulls is needed especially in the Sanses, though, so they don't look balloon-headed next to their brothers.

The scars were really fun, too. Absurdmage was sure to include who had scars on what parts of their bodies, so that was SUPER helpful. OMG. I just now realized Money is still technically wearing his eyepatch... Oh well. We'll leave him _some_ dignity. ~~Even though he 100% does not care about his dignity.~~

If you're interested in reading Making a Monster (18+) by absurdmagewrites, here's the AO3 link:
[Making a Monster by absurdmagewrites - chapter 1](https://archiveofourown.org/works/28953828/chapters/71045637)

Canine skulls with orchids

This is 1 of 21 designs from my floral fiends collection.

I drew this forever ago but then decided to render all the skulls more recently to get a better handle on a new art program. It took HOURS but i used it as an excuse to finally start listening to The Magnus Archives.....which i still haven't finished lol Available on my Redbubble -> https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/69977558?asc=u

oke so this Commission was pretty big one! I had fun drawing this lovely spooky forest spirit! Thank you again for commissioning me KreatureKiu!! Making the skull was super fun! and i think i've evolved from how how i use to draw skulls now lol


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I got caught up and spent several hours in the night (last night) trying to format correctly a little easter egg answer version of this poem for those who are aware of my systemhood. I’m not certain how many will catch on. I completed a poem itself yesterday late afternoon—with the features of a good portion of my headmates. I was able to post it to **[Tumblr](<https://www.tumblr.com/cjoatprehn/748520001357643777/fluxcore>)** before I did pass out for the next several hours. But it is complete!

Back at it again with Skyler Witherspoon’s poetryprompts! Tonight I’ve written a longer one for Prompt 20.

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# FluxCore
**[20. Write a poem about your gender.]**

I, Mx. Whisper, have many genders. /

As the idea of it all is a construct of a lack of fluidity. /

I’m the flow the oceans waves. /

The cascading of the waterfalls /

soaking boat riders in a blissful wash. /

I’m the apparition of the Void, /

that’s just a little guy. /

A fuzzy little cat of the darkness. /

I’m the moon and the stars /

that you shoot meteors across. /

I’m the hobbit underneath the grass mounds, /

Gazing up at passerby through a mosaic window on the ceiling. /

I’m the creature living in the closet, /

Scarred and horrifying /

But is quite wholesome that comforts you on scary nights. /

I’m the stink stink just doing their thing in that there corner. /

I’m the cyborg who’s got his eye out for men; /

Feasting on popcorn as tea spills. /

Mischievously pranking children as a fitted sheet monster; /

Only seeking cuddles and tickle matches in dominance. /

I’m the big brother ready to swing and box. /

I’m the stripper bratty to the lot. /

I’m the drag queen that dresses in hot pink hoochie shorts; /

To the funky Mettaton EX theme. /

I’m the man giving a Megan Thee Stallion-worthy booty performance. /

I’m the recluse in the woods. /

Deep in a book, written in Braille. /

I’m the linguist who fascinates herself in the many calligraphic forms. /

I’m the nameless princess who grew to Duchess. /

I’m the mother of your children. /

I’m the warrior leading armies in the night; /

By the glow of my bioluminescent wings en mass. /

Close your eyes and trust in pixie dust. /

Diplomacy is key. /

I’m the erosion manipulated by your corruption. /

I’m the sky clouded over and misty. /

I’m the tears you shed in gold sunlight. /

How soft a pillow, am I, Mama? /

I’m the geeky gadgets of your endeavors. /

I’m the large platforms you wear on your soles. /

I’m the collar adorning your neck. /

I’m the goggles that snap pictures of your fire poses. /

Slaying your competition in your worth, Your Grace! /

I’m the clicking of your mouse. /

I’m the tapping of your keyboard. /

I’m the manager of your chaos, /

Wearing bunny suits and buck teeth. /

I’m the children of the playground. /

I’m the singing of the birds. /

I’m the climbing up trees to read a book about peace. /

Hey look! A sunset! /

The others going home. /

This is our space. /

The children outcasted from the village. /

I’m the reading in your ears. /

I’m the booping of noses. /

I’m the squishing of slime and swishing of tentacles in the ocean. /

I’m the big hoodie that covers your hands; /

Obviously too big but that’s the point. /

I’m the Death that draws near. /

Not literally but ego-wise. /

I’m the owl that escapes your trap. /

I’m the wings beating in the air. /

I’m the heartbeat within your eggs. /

I’m the goth besties with emo girls. /

Alternative is fun, even with the skulls. /

What? They’re great for mixing in. /

I’m the tinking of glasses. /

I’m the foam from your beers. /

I’m the ice in the shaker, /

with your drink being chilled. /

I’m the warmth of the hearth. /

The softness of clouds. /

The sleek of the silk. /

The Jester in your eyes. /

The screams in your mind. /

The turmoil in one party. /

I’m the boy that starts the fight; /

and the girl that finishes it. /

Settle down or take it outside! /

Staying sharp these days, hmm?

I’m the sizzle of hot in cold. /

The chinking of metal. /

The sigh from your chest. /

The sweat dropping from your brow. /

The sailor-born swear of frustration. /

I’m the coin tossed to your butcher. /

I’m the blade holding your fate. /

I’m the hammer that broke the anvil. /

I’m the one who snores deep and loud. /

A hard day at the forge earns you great sleep. /

Even if you’re napping on a customized warhammer. /

It’s comfortable. /

I’m the brood that has seen Death itself. /

I’m the medium who heard all. /

I’m the mirror you dance in. /

You’re doing great with your recitals and practice. /

I’m the dragon breathing fire. /

I’m the prism that facets color. /

I’m your hoard of cherished goods. /

I’m the pen in your hand. /

I’m the hands on your phone. /

I’m the window to the world. /

The bridge between cups. /

I could go on. /

I am no gender. /

I am a system. /

Of flux.

CJOAT | For SkylersPrompts in Escapril 2024
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Meow Skulls finds herself being ambushed by a strange hooded (and smelly) individual. After a short struggle the hooded punk managed to get a hold of her panties and hike them up with brute force.

The assailant kept yanking and pulling on her panties, each yank jerking her off the ground and causing her much pain and embarrassment, but as the same time with each yank the assailant was able to stretch them that little bit further closer to her head, it became clear that this smelly punk was going for an atomic!

Eventually the cat found herself being forced to her knees by the hooded assailant, she could feel the assailants knuckles touching the back of her head, holding onto her panties which were now stretched tight and cutting into her ass deeply.

She could hear the hooded figure mutter to themself "one more oughta do it!", and with that her smelly attacker gave one final heave on her already taught panties, stretching them over her head and hooking the fabric tightly over her eyes. Before the cat could even try to unhook her wedgie she felt the attackers boot sole press against her back and shove her to the floor.

The hooded figure laughed at the struggling cat as she tried desperately to unhook her wedgie, but her panties were hooked so tightly over her head she struggled to get a grip. She could hear her attacker snapping a few pictures before turning to leave, as the hooded figure walked away she could hear them mutter the phrase "right, on to the next one then".

(Meow Skulls is a character from Fortnite owned by Epic Games)

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Skulls are my favorite things and I should do more studies of them c:

horse skulls with flowers surrounding it

A very fun "abandoned" project. I call it "abandoned" as I'm just too lazy to complete the couple skulls left to actually finish it for real. I had the idea of a mirrored image of an angel, a holy creature, vs a demon, a vile/corrupted creature, but the people around me wouldn't accept it so well, so I changed the concept to Life/Justice vs Death/The Reaper. Even then people still were kinda... "scared" of it.