I Love My Sad WW1 Boys

I love my sad WW1 boys

They deserve better

CENTRICIDE SLEEPING

Ancap

Sleeps like a cat on its back

Somehow taking up the whole gosh darn queen sized bed despite being a skinny little gnome

You will be sleeping on the floor, sorry

Monogrammed silk pajamas

Snakeskin eye mask

Gets high and has spa night

Has NFT throw pillows

Ancom

Sleeps in an oversized Dead Kennedys shirt

Facedown on the bed with their face to the side

Usually brushes their hair (with their hands), washes their face (with tap water), and brushes their teeth (with a bottle of Jack) before sleep

Will sleep on top of you in a child’s pose type thing

Twin bed

Commie

(One mention of malnourishment)

Sleeps like a board. Like how they teach you to sleep in socialist efficiency school or sm

Insomniac

Tortured by pressing philosophical questions

Dunks his head in a year old bucket of rubbing alcohol to get clean

His pajamas are just a pair of sweatpants

Holds his day clothes while he sleeps because if he doesn’t he can feel his ribs through the blanket

YOU WILL sleep on top of him for OPTIMAL HEAT CONSERVATION

(And so he can pet your hair and whisper his anxieties to you in Russian)

Military cot

Blueman

Stole Ancom’s pillow; sleeps on his side hugging it

Very very very ashamed of this

I TOOK IT AT THE BEGINNING OF CENTRICIDE IT DOESNT HAVE THAT DEGENERATE’S GERMS ON IT

Toothpaste, floss, hot shower, soap, hairbrush

Tank top and striped pjs (he hates himself and they are covered in filth)

Drools a lot

He will grab onto you like a leech

Your faces are like an inch apart

You’re on your sides facing each other and he’s squeezing you like he’s consuming your mortal form and digging his raggedy nails into your back

If you’re asleep he will reposition your limbs. If you’re both asleep he will reposition your limbs

Maybe I’m finally getting the hang of digital Art you guys

ANPAC my sweet girl

Doesn’t she look like she’s inviting you on a picnic

Febuwhump 2024, Day 2: Solitary confinement

I'm doing this one with my Vampire: the Requiem OC, Damien Velasquez (maybe I'll draw him soon)

CW: uncaring god, wishes for death, mention of gagging

Damien is a shuddering wreck. I still don’t remember what I did wrong, he thinks, but it’s not a mistake that I’m here. At least, that’s what he thinks whenever he can pull himself out of that animal part of his mind. It hisses, it growls, it keens pitifully, and while Damien is more alone than he has ever been before, he is sure of its presence. The room is so dark it’s as if no light has ever touched it. Damien feels twisting, gnawing pain through his torso, and he wishes he could die. Death, pain, heartbreak- all that he had feared must come and shield him from that slowly circling dread.

It is closer now. Maybe it will put him out of his misery. 

That is a foolish hope. He is the only one there. The slop behind him molders and attracts legions of flies. He can drink from these, the way a fish gasps in anything before it. Damien gags on the struggling insects. ‘Ayúdame, Dios’, he whimpers, as if God would look at him with anything other than contempt. 

If He would look at all.

50% of you are bonkers I guess

Please. Help.

The girl I'm dating and I both think that we sleep on the left side of the bed. I'm coming to terms with the fact that she may be a psychopath and I don't know what's real anymore.

« If there is a god, they’re gender-nonconforming, bitches! »

ANQUEER MY BELOVED

they are so slay and hotttt (respectfully)

Best character in Centricide fr