Jul 8, 2024
@intotheelliwoods wanted me to post their commission so I'm finally doing that hjdfd these fellas were nice to draw,,, I enjoy them greatly
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@intotheelliwoods wanted me to post their commission so I'm finally doing that hjdfd these fellas were nice to draw,,, I enjoy them greatly
My contribution to the baby saga over in the Separated Council Discord!
Everyone but Sprout is getting baby-fied, Red and One will as well, but before that, they’ll cause as much mischief as possible.
Labels for everyone below! 👇
WHAT'S THAT? M O R E MAGMAS?
That's right!
@weeklymagmas ' most recent session was themed on fan art! So here, have some fan art of stories from the community I enjoy!
Featuring:
@boxfullaturtles Goretello !
@bluepeachstudios / @amevello-blue 's The Great Skittle Heist of 2105!
@pvtpunsart 's TMNT Racers AU!
And last but not least, @intotheelliwoods 's Two Arms Left!
Hey um I made another one (part 2)
The reincarnation will *not* leave me alone
Two Arms Left still belongs to @intotheelliwoods I did not steal it
The Important Thing
@intotheelliwoods
How much I love dad puns...
Anyways, Hiii~! I got excited and motivated by this post:
This is part 3! Part 1 can be found here~ Masterpost Medium Leos outfit btw! I find it so funny how I made this reference ages ago but it
I just love your comic and I know I got the colors wrong, but I'm too lazy to change them lol.
Hope you like this! And I hope we can be friends ! <3
P.S. I also can't draw hands. Let alone robot ones. So~ oh well. Hehehehehhehehehe~
(Part 1)
Don't you hate it when you're a reincarnation of a future version of yourself and you start getting nightmares of his trauma mixed in with yours
I've been going slightly (more than slightly) feral over this comic by @intotheelliwoods, and after rotating it in my mind I was hit with the sudden overwhelming urge to write almost a thousand words about it at 2am
Leo was in a white void. There was a wall of dark goo at his back, clawed hands of ink wrapping themselves around his arms.
“Gh- Sprout-” he grunted, trying to shake the hands off. Even more grabbed on, beginning to pull him into their mass.
“Sprout, I’m SORRY!” he screamed. The goop had fully trapped his legs, rendering them useless, his right arm fought against a tentacle trying to pull it into the wave, and his left reached out desperately.
“I’m sorry!” The last syllable came out as more of a screech than a shout. The goo was pulling him in, it took his right arm, hands yanked at the scarf around his throat from out of sight. The only parts outside of the ick were his head and his left arm, still reaching. His tears fell into the muck, rolling off it like oil on water, while it continued to consume him.
“SPROUT!”
Leo gasped as his eyes shot open. His left arm was reaching at the ceiling, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. The blanket was constricting all of a sudden, it was wrapped around his legs, his torso, his-
He sat up straight, throwing the blanket off, and put his hand to the spot his shoulder used to fill, panting heavily. Where his right arm had been, where it had been trapped in the dream. It had been gone for a while now, and himself from the future had been helping him, making sure it healed okay.
“Sprout…” he murmured, looking down at his hand. That was what future him had told Leo to call him, that must’ve been who he was reaching for in the dream. But… in the dream he was older, much older, even older than future him. The arm he’d been reaching with had had three stripes like big him, instead of just the two that adorned his shoulder and upper arm.
He slumped back against his pillow, kicking his blanket away, and staring up at nothing. He was still tired, but that dream had felt so viscerally real, he didn’t think he was going back to sleep anytime soon.
He couldn’t have been dreaming of Sprout, he was missing his right arm like Leo, and way younger too. And Leo had been calling for him, it wouldn’t make sense for him to be shouting his own name, apologising to himself like “himself” was a separate entity.
Leo paused a moment, considering the irony of what he’d just thought.
For probably a solid two minutes he was seized with the fear that he’d been dreaming of himself from the future. Not Sprout, him, all grown up, begging for forgiveness from his older self. But there was something nagging at the side of his mind, some part of him that knew with absolute, unshakable certainty that wasn't right. Not Sprout, not exactly him either, what in the world…
I’m sorry Sprout, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve it, I want you to know I’m sorry.
Whatever the dream was, those thoughts definitely belonged to him, to Leo. He didn't know where they were coming from, but the feeling that he had to apologise to Sprout was overwhelming and his, like an instinct. His mind was too foggy to think of why. Part of him knew the reason, or maybe it used to.
Leo slid carefully off of his mattress, tiptoeing out of his room in an attempt to make as little noise as possible, the floorboards creaking quietly under his feet.
He managed to open the door to Sprout’s room silently. His future self seemed to be sleeping soundly, faint snores emerging from his snout. Leo stepped nervously closer, worrying that he might have to wake him up or just get into bed with him for some level of comfort from the nightmare, but Sprout cracked an eye open before Leo was even close enough to touch him.
“Poptart?” Sprout started getting out of bed, setting his blanket aside. Leo was still getting used to that nickname, it didn’t make any sense to him, but it did feel just a bit more right every time Sprout called him that.
“Stump hurting again?”
He hadn’t noticed since he could only seem to think of the dream, but the stump where his right arm had once been was aching slightly. He decided it wasn't bad enough to constitute medication right away. He screwed his eyes shut and ran forward to hug Sprout as best he could with his one arm, cutting off whatever he was about to say, probably an offer to get pain meds.
“Sorry,” Leo peeped quietly, pressing his face into Sprout’s shoulder.
Sprout’s arm wrapped comfortingly around Leo’s shell, the tips of his fingers gently rubbing up and down the carapace.
“What for?” Sprout asked softly.
“I…” Leo felt like he should know, that the reason was right on the tip of his tongue, but it was missing. He felt like crying.
“I don’t know.”
“Mm, well,” Sprout hummed, “whatever made you sorry, it’s alright."
He moved his hand from Leo’s shell to cradle the back of his head.
“You’re just hurt and scared,” Sprout said calmly, “No need to be sorry for that.”
Sprout squeezed a little tighter. “You were just hurt.”
Something in Leo’s mind told him that Sprout wasn’t just talking to him, or more like it was more focused on something deeper inside of him.
“You were just scared.”
That part of him heard.
Leo sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek and getting all over Sprout’s shoulder.
He opened his mouth to say thank you, but Sprout beat him to it.
“Thanks, Poptart."
Leo craned his neck to look at Sprout’s face, confused.
“What for?”
Sprout smiled. “I don’t know.”
Inspired by the fact that Poptart dreamt that he was big Leo
OKAYYYY
SO TIME FOR A POTTERY DUMP
AND GUESS WHAT I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE COIL POTS
SO HERE WE GO
HERE IS A BIG ASS COIL POT
this is officially the biggest pot i have made and basically the biggest thing I have ever made in ceramics. Here are so.e stuff I am doing on the wheel. I have a few other projects I need to do on the wheel but I got sidetracked with the coil pot
So I'm making a powl/bot for two arms left by @intotheelliwoods here are the designs I'm planning on going with(they are very poorly drawn):
And then I'm making a mushroom jar! :D