I Feel I've Reached The End Before I've Reached Death, Pick Up The Pieces Of Me, You Can Have What's

I feel I've reached the end before I've reached death, pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left

[Image ID: Dr. Charles Gears, an old man with short, receding hair, and Dr. Jack Bright, an androgynous person of indeterminate age, in an embrace. Half of Dr. Gears's face and half of each of his hands are replaced by brass gears and mechanical parts, and he is looking slightly off to the side through hooded eyelids. Dr. Bright has cracks in their arms, out of which is dripping what is ostensibly blood, and has their face blacked out, save for one of their eyes, which has a glowing red pupil and is staring at the viewer intensely. They have an ornate amulet wrapped several times around their neck, which they are yanking on as if they are trying to get it off by breaking it. The background consists of white geometric shapes that resemble quartz crystals, bordered by three shades of pink. /End ID.]

my girl Dr. Rights, seriously one of the characters of all time

[Image ID: several drawings of Dr. Agatha Rights, a plus sized middle-aged woman. She has brown skin with warm undertones, brown eyes, long, kinky black hair with gray streaks, and wears brick red lipstick. In the first drawing, she is depicted wearing a dark red keyhole sweater with white trim, a gray pencil skirt, a white lab coat with an SCP foundation logo on one breast pocket and a name tag clipped to the other, and earrings that resemble molecules. She is holding the back of her hand to her cheek, and she is grinning and winking towards something offscreen. The second drawing has her in a similar outfit, but sporting earrings that resemble pink donuts. She is holding a metal bat that is resting on her shoulder and is dripping with blood. There is blood splattered on her lab coat, sweater, neck and face, and she has a distressed and wild-eyed expression. In the third image, she has a very small pterodactyl perched on her left shoulder that she is petting with her fingers and looking at affectionately. The pterodactyl looks very happy about this. In the fourth image, she is wearing a DIY tie-off crop top made from a bright red button up shirt with white buttons, light gray mom jeans with white accents, a lab coat similar to the one in the first three drawings, white latex gloves, and earrings that resemble DNA strands. She has soot on her face and lab coat. In her right hand she is holding a beaker filled with bright blue liquid, and with her other hand she is holding her pointer finger in the air, as if she is making a declaration. She looks excited and determined, and her lab coat and hair are blowing back as if she were in motion. The final image is significantly smaller than the rest and is drawn in a more simplistic, cartoony style. She is wearing a similar outfit to the fourth drawing, except with white and red heart earrings. She is shooting finger guns to something off-screen to her left, is looking away from what she is finger-gunning, and is smiling nervously. There is a close-up of her eye and swatches of the colors used in the corner, and the background is solid desaturated red with a light pink square. /End ID.]

Lily your hands are so fucking good?? just looking back at your art and :0

Youre so talented

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (falls on the floor)

MY HANDS WERE COMPLEMENTED THE HIGHEST PRAISE AN ARTIST CAN GET

ok lmao but seriously holy shit holy fucking shit THANK YOU seriously this means the world to me!!

art i did of @andrejstasiistais 's scp oc, katerina, for an oc exchange thing :-3 (actually did it a while ago but kept forgetting to post it lol)

Ship bingo! Give clight and talloravan opinions>:)

already did talloraven so here's clight!

admittedly I usually view their relationship as platonic, but I do like romo clight and them in a qpr makes me go insane, actually <3 either way I rotate them in my mind SO FREAKING MUCH. what if we both had been repeatedly dehumanized throughout our lives and struggled with our humanity, what if we were both kind of assholes with really weird senses of humor, a fuck ton of trauma, and severe attachment issues, what if we just kind of understood each other in a way not a lot of other people we've met can, what if we were there for each other in the best way our weird dysfunctional afraid-of-vulnerable selves could, what if our fates were intertwined in some way, and what if we were both aspec and we spent decades in denial about it. HM. WHAT THEN. sorry i went a little insane over these shitty old enbies but uh yeah i like them

something something opposite ends of the gay fashion spectrum