The Tulgey Woods

Miaw Furry freak, camel enthusiast, TMNT fan, Brainrot Ark player and AO3 dweller All pronouns

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Introduction + commissions (OPEN!)

Hello all! I thought I would make a little introduction for anyone new coming to my page.

My interests

-Teenage mutant ninja turtles

-ARK: survival evolved and ascended

-Furry and Therian communities

-Femtanyl, Lapfox and other similar artists

-The Oddworld franchise

-Outer wilds!!!!!!

-Red Dead redemption 1 and 2

-Cosmo Sheldrake

-Resident alien

-Resident Evil (I love you lady Dimitrescu 💋)

-Spore

-The Owl house

-Warrior cats

-Life Eater

And much more. This might change later, who knows!

Where can you find me?

Toyhouse:

A community for collaborative character creation and trading, worldbuilding and roleplay.

Art Fight:

Art Fight

An art gifting game

Fur Affinity:

Userpage of DoveTheCat -- Fur Affinity [dot] net

My name is Dove! I go by any pronouns I do not care at all!. . I am Baxter stockmans number 2 fan I love him so so much. . If your here ...

TikTok:

these are the sites I’m most active on, if you see me anywhere else the account has most likely been abandoned.

Please don’t talk to me if:

-You are racist, transphobic, homophobic Etc

-Darkshipper

-Ai slop user/bootlicker. This includes generating images, essays, “Art” and even ai chat bots

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Thank you! Enjoy my blog.

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Wanted to practice with backgrounds and buildings so erm yeah

I’m actually quite happy with how this came out

Also a version without the stupid furry

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I love my sparkle dogs (or rabbit in this case

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Human Enough Chapter 2 is on AO3!

Please enjoy this excerpt!

Baxter was trapped within his own body. He could perceive the outside world, but only through blunted senses. Every sight, every sound, every smell was blurred and muffled. All the pain and exhaustion he felt from the skirmish came off only as a dull, distant ache. His very state of being no longer felt grounded in the material world, but rather like a marshmallow suspended in gelatin. Or a pupa in its casing mid-metamorphosis. He spoke, but his mouth didn’t move. He tried to turn his head, but it remained in place. And when he became frantic, his heart didn’t accelerate, neither did his breathing. Nothing happened—not so much as a blink—unless Fly willed it.

He took over, said Baxter. His voice didn’t ring in his ears; it was just an echoing thought. So that was it. He was now no more than a figment of Fly’s brain, a nagging conscience relegated to the spectator’s seat. The only essence that provided any tangible weight was the growing realization of all the consequences that would result from this change. This was worse than being the creature. At least then he had some control over his body, some presence in the world around him, some ability to influence his outcomes. Here, he was at total mercy.

No. He wasn’t going to give up yet. If Fly could influence his decisions, then surely he could do the same. I need to see Zak! Where is he?! Who’s that other guy? Move your head! Move!

All of Baxter’s pleas came off as nothing more than an odd tingling to Fly, and they were met with a vicious smack to the back of the neck. “I am—in control now.” Navigating in a large, cumbersome human’s body on his own was a challenge he wasn’t aware he’d have. He almost fell over with each step he took.

“U-uncle Bax?” said Zak. He was still frozen in place. Fly snapped his head over to him.

Zak! Zak, are you okay? It’s me! cried Baxter.

“Not Bazter. Fly~,” said Fly with a vibrato note at the end. Then he snapped his head back to Scumbug and saw the barrel of the gun. “Don’t hurt me~! Talk!”

Scumbug cocked his head and looked at Antrax. “I swear he wasn’t actin’ like ‘dis before!”

“I know. It’s almost as though he has a split personality,” replied Antrax with narrowed eyes.

The wheels turned in Scumbug’s head. His antennae writhed around while he rubbed the base of his chin. A small number of remaining roaches scuttled about the field once more. “You! Ya said ya name was Fly? Like, ‘da Landlord o’ ‘da Flies?”

Fly curled up a little tighter and darted his eyes to and fro like an anxious kid in class who didn’t expect the teacher to call on him. He gave a small nod, one of many gestures he learned from Baxter through osmosis.

“So what happened ta Baxter?”

He jabbed a finger at his temple. Any attempt to explain what he thought happened dripped out as prattle.

“Huh, I see,” said Scumbug with amusement. He clipped the gun back on his waist and took a couple of steps forward. Fly scooted back the same distance. “I dunno what happened, but ‘dis is an interesting development. I had no idea ‘dere was two of ya.”

Zak broke from his position and tried to make his way towards Fly, but was almost sliced in two when Antrax dashed in between them and swung his axe at him. The intricate skull that was sculpted into the top of the axe’s head glinted in the floodlights.

“Don’t interfere, you little runt!” spat Antrax. Even his purple executioner’s hood couldn’t hide the deep furrow in his brows. “And don’t even think of running for help. You know how much faster I am than your kind.” He chuckled as Zak backed down. The boy was equal parts furious and terrified. Baxter could almost hear him quaking.

Fly, don’t let him intimidate Zak like that! Use the bracers! Cleave that axe in two! Do something! Anything! He tried to imagine holding a pair of reins and yanking on them as hard as he could.

“Who are you~?” asked Fly.

Antrax swung the blade around in a cruel arc and turned to smile at Fly. “Excuse me. Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Antrax, former executioner to General Krang. Though, like my companion Scumbug, I like to think of myself as a free agent now.”

“Krang,” hissed Fly. He tried to buzz his wings, but they were already far too sore to move. “I hate Krang! And Shredder!” He prattled and growled and buzzed his voice. “Revenge. Revenge on them all!”

Scumbug guffawed. “Hey, pal, don’t we all?” He turned to Antrax. “I’m startin’ ta tink we had ‘dis guy all wrong!” Fly prattled more and tried to rub his hands together, but the gloves he still wore proved to be a nuisance and he peeled them off. The headlamp was discarded, too. Scumbug noticed the actions and narrowed his eyes in amused thought again. “Hey, Fly, what’s your take on humans?”

“Humans?”

“Yeah! Ya know, how do ya feel about ‘dem? Ya like ‘em or hate ‘em?”

Fly lowered his antennae. On one hand, he agreed with Scumbug’s opinion. But on the other hand, through Baxter he met humans who seemed genuinely kind. The dockmen near home came to the forefront of his mind. But there was also the bodega clerk, the bank teller who gave him extra lollipops, and Vinny, the owner of the pizza parlor they frequented. These people were initially shocked when they saw Baxter’s form, but they never once shooed him away or tried to hurt him. He didn’t know how to respond other than more unintelligible words.

“Hmm, okay, ‘den,” said Scumbug, “How do ya feel about Baxter, ‘da guy up in here?” He tapped the side of his head with his insect claw.

Fly stuttered, but nothing but memories over the course of the evening came to mind. “He-he’s mean to me!”

I am?! But I’ve only ever been accommodating to you, even when I hate the compromise!

“This is quite the interesting conversation,” said Antrax. He turned his axe upside down and rested his four hands on the bottom of the handle.

Zak stood there, dumbfounded. “Unc-I mean, Fly, Uncle Bax is always trying to meet you halfway! He’s a cool cat!”

Antrax glared at him and said before Scumbug could chime in, “Silence, you inferior wretch! I’ll deal with you soon enough.”

“Yeah, what he said, kid,” said Scumbug with a wicked smile. He turned to Fly and gestured with his claw. “Ahem, please continue.”

Check out the chapter here

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at some point in a digital artist's life, it will be gripped with an urge to start drawing backgrounds. this is awesome but also the biggest scariest moment of an artist's life and is equivalent to a fledgling launching itself out of the nest for the first time

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Human Enough Chapter 1 is on AO3!

Please enjoy this excerpt!

A peculiar stench grabbed Baxter by his feathery antennae during his final leg of travel. It was a musty, woody smell, like a damp, rotten log. Unpleasant to him, but intriguing to Fly, and impossible to ignore either way. He alighted on the rooftop of a vacant building—once home to a small confection factory—and looked around for the source of the smell. It was from something living, moving in his direction. Maybe it had something to do with Shredder, that monster. Playing the cautious game, he crouched down and dropped his antennae so they were flush with his scalp. They became tangled in his long, windswept, dirty blonde hair, but he paid it little mind.

“Boy, I’m starvin’! What’s a guy gotta do ta get some grub around here?” called out by a man in the same direction as the scent. He stepped out from the alleyway opposite of Baxter and into the main road where he was bathed in the orange light.

Not a man. A mutant. Part roach. Baxter adjusted his glasses for a better look. Purple flesh and spikes broke through most of his once-human skin, and remains of clothing hung off his body in tatters. His mouth was stretched wide to house two tusk-like mandibles. On top of his red scalp were two very long, yellow antennae that were wrapped by a black coil at the base.

But the most disturbing feature were two tubes that were grafted into his chest and snaked around the back to what looked like a small chemical tank. A third tube fed from the bottom of the tank to a spray gun, holstered to his belt. Baxter wasn’t sure if the mutant needed a steady supply of whatever was in the tank or if the tubes pumped some substance out of his body into it. Likely the latter given the gun.

The mutant stood akimbo in the middle of the street and scouted the area. Baxter shifted from crouching to lying on his belly with as much stealth as he could muster. There was no telling what was in the tank or if he’d fire at him on sight.

Putting his forefinger and thumb up to his mouth, the man-roach let out a grating whistle while his yellow antennae danced around. “Hey fellas, any good eats around ‘dis joint?”

On their own, Baxter’s antennae began to move in sync with the mutant’s. He tried to smooth them back down to his head, but they refused to stay and bounced up the second his hand lifted. His wings tried to buzz. A lump formed in his throat. In an effort to keep still, he tensed his body and gripped onto the brick rim.

Down at the street, hordes of insects—mainly roaches—congregated around the mutant. He picked one of them up and held it closely to his ear.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I ain’t in ‘da mood for roadkill again tonight. Try again, guys.” He tossed the roach behind him.

The coarse fly hairs on Baxter’s arms and back stood on end; his muscles felt like compressed springs ready to break forth; the lump in his throat slid upwards.

What’s happening to me? thought Baxter as his breathing and pulse quickened to catch up to his racing mind. He gripped ever harder onto the rim to keep still.

The mutant bent down to take more suggestions from the bugs. “‘Da dumpster by ‘da school on Houston Street? Eh, I suppose, but a guy can only have so many fishsticks before he gets sick of ‘em.”

More of the mutant’s signals struck Baxter’s antennae and sent a rattling shiver down his spine. Fly’s presence competed more for dominance than he ever felt since he regained his humanity. The lump in his throat was kept in place only by clenched jaws. His other half could not—must not—take over. Not again.

Then the mutant glanced up and snatched a rogue housefly midflight. “What say you, little lady?” He opened his hand to reveal the fly, dazed but unharmed. “...You and your buddies just had a slice of pizza before a rat took it? Well, ‘dat doesn’t help me now, does it?” He squished the fly before she had time to escape and licked up her remains with a single swipe of his warty tongue. “For the last time, does anyone have any good ideas?!”

Baxter could no longer keep control of his body as Fly burst forth. He sprung to his feet, wings abuzz, and cried out in a higher-octave voice, “The new bakery on 8th and D dumps all their unsold doughnuts every night!”

The mutant jerked his gaze straight up at Baxter. “Who’s ‘dat?” Seeing his bulging yellow eyes make direct contact with him sent a jolt of fear strong enough to pull Baxter back into the forefront of his mind. He squeaked in terror and dashed to the opposite end of the building before fleeing into the night.

The man-roach put a clawed hand to his chin, puzzled. “Doughnuts sound pretty good right about now. But ‘dere was somethin’ awfully familiar about ‘dat voice.”

Check out the chapter here

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Hot rodding teenagers from dimension X

also the Timelapse if anyone cares

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yyyayha

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYYYY GO MY HEADCANONS

i am a trans baxter truther,,, and also absorbed @baxterstockmanisthecenterfold s demisexual headcanon

and Z / Vincent is a beautiful drag queen forever lalalaaaaa and also genderfluid and nonbinary. imagine being trapped underground for 300 years and realizing you can actually be anyone you want to be. and Z has indeed had and it makes me very happy

maaaybe sorta nsfw i dont think but like i know the topic of bear pride and leather pride and those things are like sorta sometimes controversial at pride parades but whatever i can do what i want. its not meant in a sus way at all but i was afraid of putting it like front and center heres another variation

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TRANS BAXTER AAANNND LEATHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

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Since your open again you should totally make 2012 Baxter but him doing the big bang pose Sheldon does

POV you made a tiny grammar mistake mid argument.

1 final slot left for whoever did a request already

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Coming Soon: Human Enough

The second story within the Chronicles of a Fly world is coming to AO3 soon!

Something has shifted within Baxter Stockman since his restoration. For almost a year, he managed to strike a delicate balance between his humanity and his fly half. But lately the fly has grown restless, craving to be in control of the body once again. Baxter fears what the insect will do if he breaks free and so does his best to keep him contained, no matter how itchy his wings become.

Then came Scumbug. The man-roach mutant is over the moon when he meets Baxter, thinking his idol still calls himself "The Landlord of the Flies" and still wants revenge not only on the Turtles, but humanity as a whole. And matters devolve further as Scumbug erodes the barrier between the man and the fly.

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FOAMING AG THE MOUTH EVERYOJE CHECK OUT THIS PLEASE SHOW THIS PERSON SUPPORT 5EIRNWORK IS SO COOL

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ARTFIGHT THEMES AR AHSHHWHSHHXBDBDBEBHXHWHBX

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Biggest kin ever I love you stock market crash

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He is shy and cute

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worthless digital artists tries to make a song core

This is like bottom 10 things I’ve ever made

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new pfp wowie