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DID AN ART TRADE WITH @crabgod1432 !!!!! Drew his funky guy here:
Bonus doodle based on that one garnet and steven meme:
@ Zircon
(Amber is @hostilemuppet 's oc)
The trailer for Madoka Movie looked different
they love eachother i promise
humanized my persona
Could you write a Chikan with Dabi? Like I image he sees a sweet little thing like you on the train and he can't just help himself to you. He moves behind you and starts groping you and before you could move away he wraps his arms around your shoulders and whisper in her ear if you don't comply with me this whole train is going to be set ablazed. You instantly stilled and Dabi called you a good girl and starts licking and biting your neck roughly but not too much from being noticed by others.
I'm so sorry this is late, I hope the person who sent this in sees it, if you did please send me an anon message saying you did, I feel so bad for delaying this TW: Noncon dry humping, noncon kissing and touching, threats of murder. You had gotten off work a while ago but because of a villian attack, you had missed your train. Thankfully it was over quick and no one got too injured but it was still chaotic nonetheless, people screaming, running away and just an overall panic from the public. But, with it all being said and done, the train schedule went back to normal and you were able to get on the next one. This cart though, was a lot more crowded then you expected, people squeezing into seats and people hanging off the same bar. The only option was to go to the back, it was less crowded but still packed. It was quieter at the back though, just people reading or having their earbuds in. After the first three stops there was more seats and less people so you had room to sit and relax, that was until a pregnant woman handling an infant got on, looking absolutely exhausted, so, giving up your seat, you just used one of the handle bars in the back. "If you scream or try and get help, I'll set this whole train on fire," it's an instant reaction that had you tensing up. Letting out a stuttered exhale you glance down to see arms wrapping around your waist, covered by thick black hoodie sleeves. The man leans close to your ear, breathing down your neck as he chuckles breathlessly when you freeze against his chest. He runs his hand up and down your stomach as the other hand sits underneath your breasts. The mans mouth moves closer to your throat, mouthing at the right side as he runs a hand down your thigh and slides it back up grabbing a handful of your ass. There's a whimper that leaves your throat, jerking away from the man. Pulling you back by your hips, he growls in your ear as he nips at your shoulder. "Shhh, be a good girl for me." He leaves a wet trail of kisses on your neck, occasionally, nipping and biting. Sucking hickies into your skin, just under your skin. Crossing his arms over your stomach, he grinds into you, licking your skin as he groans in your ear. Trying to regulate your breathing as best you can, you glance around to distract your mind, catching the glare and disgusted snarl of an older lady, you look away ashamed. Your eyes squeezing shut when you feel the man slip his hand under your shirt, marking another hickey above your collarbone. The kisses start becoming more frantic as he pants in your ear, grinding harder into you as his hands grab at your tits. "Oooh fuck- such a nice little ass...your tits feel so soft too." He leans his head back slightly, still keeping an eye you as he does so. The conductor announces the next stop and you hear the man curse under his breath, his grinding getting faster as his biting gets harder. His breath coming out in quick pants as his grip tightens around you, holding you closer. He moves you further into the back of the train, pinning you against the wall, holding you like a boyfriend would. His hips moving faster against your ass as he groans in your ear, grabbing you by the jaw and kissing you as he covers your eyes with his free hand. Groaning into your mouth, you feel something wet bleed into the back of your pants, wetting the ass of your panties while he places a hand near your face, moving it to face the wall again as he rides out his high and grunts. You bite your lip to stop the sad whimper from escaping as the man backs away, the train doors opening and kisses your cheek before leaving, making sure to give you a pat on your ass and a dark chuckle. 'Thanks for the help pretty girl, see you around."
Alex (?): God you really are (pathetic) (horrible)
flat colours ver. & no filter ver. & sketch ver.
Alex (?): God you really are (pathetic) (horrible)
Real Alex Suffering…pt.1
Paranoia and Trauma, with a slight helping hand
TW for potentially disturbing images! I wanted to draw Nightmare and I wanted to draw a spooky beast, so I combined the two!
Unblurred version below the cut.
'what have I become?'
He looks more horrified by himself than I intended, so I've decided that that's what he's saying ^w^
I got a lil too silly I think-
WARNING FOR BRIGHT COLOURS AND DISTURBING IMAGERY(?)
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Day 1 of Silksong Everyday's October Prompts!!
I may just combine some of these prompts with Little Nightmares doodles. I hope that's alright.
Half drawn on paper, half drawn in MS Paint
@sparklefell is soo cool ... i had a lot of fun drawing them and messing around with filters
silly version
The Storm Strikes A Village
You are a child. Young enough to still naively believe in whatever your parents tell you, but old enough to look around and notice the way the people in your village are. Everyone is tired, overworked, underfed, bordering on destitute. If the crop fields ever failed, the village would be ruined.
Despite this, you are friends with the other children. You all play in the fields while the adults smoke and unwind from a long day of farming. You have a hard life, but it's still a good life. It's all you've ever known, so maybe you're a bit biased.
Then soldiers begin marching through. They're all clad in armor. Even the horses wear armor. They troop through the village, following the twisty, dusty road that cuts through the ramshackle buildings. Sometimes the soliders set up camp for the night by the road. You and your friends are warned to stay away, but you're all too curious. Some soldiers mention that they're off to fight The Storm, but other soldiers hush them sharply. To mention The Storm is to bring calamity upon them.
You ask your parents. They have no idea what The Storm is. They tell you it just means a really big storm, like the thunderstorms that roll through during summer. You believe them.
More soldiers come and go. Eventually there are no more soldiers, and everyone forgets quickly. There are crops to tend to, after all.
Then it begins to rain.
The rain is not clean and fresh, like a refreshing kiss upon the dry land.
The rain is hot, and dark, and red. The rain stinks of sulfur and blood. The rain makes you feel sick.
Soldiers are coming again. This time they're coming from the opposite way. They are more tired than the villagers. Most of the horses are skinny and limping, struggling to pull carts piled high with blanket-covered lumps. The soldiers' armor is dented, dirty, stained by the rain and smeared with damp soot. The villagers are avoiding the rain, but the soldiers don't bother. They're already dripping and drenched.
The ground starts rumbling constantly after a while. It started off small, barely perceptible. But now, it's so strong that your bones rattle. Your head hurts and your tongue aches from being bitten by your chattering teeth. Mother fell and hurt her knee because of the trembling, and she looks seasick from laying in bed.
The shaking ground intensifies so much that cracks appear in the muddy ground. People are falling in, breaking legs or twisting limbs. Eventually everyone just stays inside to wait it out. What else can they do?
You're sitting at the window, making faces at your friend, who sits in her own window across the alleyway. The rumbling is so strong that your vision is vibrating, but you're determined to ignore it in favor of your silly game. So determined, in fact, that you nearly miss the shambling figure coming up the road.
It's a soldier, a straggler from the group that came before. He looks... Wrong. His armor is strangely liquid, silvery metal mixing with the muddy red rain. Your young brain struggles to comprehend that the man is being melted by the rain. His skin bubbles and sizzles, steam rising off his body, and the metal mixes with the goopy flesh that sloughs off his bones.
Someone else has noticed the soldier. Faintly, you hear screaming, then more screaming, then more. People are staring in horror from the windows as the soldier collapses in the street, unable to shamble further. The rain has melted too much of his body. All that remains are bones, strangely untouched, while the rest of him spreads in a pool of ugly liquid gore.
Then Mother starts screaming. You finally break away from the gruesome scene through the window. You run to your parents' room, ready to ask what's wrong.
The roof has begun to leak, right into Mother's side of the bed.