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Bertrum joins(?) the crew! | pt. 1
The others got spacious rooms to be imprisoned in. Bertrum got trapped in a very crude facsimile of his own face.
weeping angel 🕊️ 🎄 ❄️️
Posting this one separately to apply all the relevent trigger warning tags for gore! Artfight attack. https://artfight.net/attack/8246698.your-existence-is-my-cage
Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /
Bold of you to assume I wont give you your fluff cherry on top of the angst cake. (Macaque in panel 10 being like: "I told you so")
Of course this is not over. Of course this event will have consequences. So let's hear the chat for our favourite river demon! Next chapter: MK goes to therapy!
SPOILERS!!!
For Chapter 10 of @story-monger's incredible fic "by touch, by sight"
TW: for Eye Trauma
This fic has some of the most incredible characterizations I've ever read. The brothers, April, Splinter, Casey Jr., Draxum. Chefs kiss. I love them all so much. Especially Mikey, the writer gets him so good
in five minutes, i would appreciate it if you could call me an ambulance.
new typ’a beast just dropped
Honestly, I think scars and prosthetics should be more common traits in character designs, especially in fantasy settings. Along with tying into a character’s backstory, they also provide new opportunities for different design traits. Over on my side blog I recently wrote a bit about magic (mostly in the Elder Scrolls series, but it counts) and about a third of it was focused on magically caused scars and prosthetics. I hate the Star Wars series for a long list of reasons, but I really enjoy its attitude towards prosthetics, and how casually they’re treated.
The Sketch
Image ID under the cut.
[Image Description: A half elf is shown from the shoulders up, with dark skin, and dark red hair. Her shoulders and cheeks are covered in pink, red, and grey freckles. Her lips are also red, and she is smiling. She is wearing large gold earrings. One of her eyes is a bright green, but the other is duller, and surrounded by electrical scars that spread across one side of her face and down her neck. End ID]
"I'm sorry I never asked."
For more context, look in the read more (cw: severe burn trauma, eye trauma, and scars)
This is based around a concept for c!tubbo's design that I had thought about, specifically how his scars would look:
I will post the series of heads again
Original:
Biolitary school AU (maybe can be deleted):
Depressive school AU:
Adults Kids AU:
Cory & Janet class (Angel is Cleavers Cult characters now) + Alice's class OCs (can be deleted):
Cleavers cult character (Some of them don't have a new story in Cleavers Cult yet):
And others' OCs:
I still have a bunch of sketches with other people's OCs, but I stopped publishing this series. I may implement full-length versions, but we'll see.
I tried to make kids in my Swap AU
But I'm not sure I like the result
I also decided to give the girls' dresses to match each other's style. Which version do you like best? I like Lily and Alice's.
Bonus:
I had to keep it
Another sketch
I wonder what the background to the situation with Felix is?
Hidden sketch at the bottom
Repost some of the old arts that I think is good
Since you need a lot of tags, tws will be among the first
It's my birthday
And, traditionally, Jerome's versions from different people's AUs
👑 @rainrayne
👓 @cringycrisis
🍉 @arbuz-lol
♀️ @justnuggz
🧟 @kg-apocalypse-au aka @c4rl4-k1nn13 (The design was created by me)
👁️ @kg-theredcarpetproject-au aka @twistedeye-vibeplace (old name is indicated)
🍝 @juststupid882
💣 @drfirsnogayny (If you don't congratulate yourself, no one will, he-he)
👀 @dakilasmagiclimo (color version below)
🦒 @kindersbymoth aka @goldmoth82 (The design was created by me)
🏀 @kindergarten2-hsau
🌟 @ask-teen-dorks-au aka @stars-artacc
🚬 @kgmilgramau aka @onsennnnn & @clover-color
📦 @kindergartenbuttiny aka @pawzofchaos
💇♀️ @cursed-kg aka @rjlae (not indicated on the art)
🐎 @lammy-art (I lost the side blog)
👿 @gabycantart
🏕️ @kindergartencampau aka @ketchupandpickles
🤖 @kindergartenlol
Since I still can't cope with my anxiety, so I can't be sure that you will like my gift. If you hate that I drew you, tell me about it and I'll remove your part from the drawing (it can be saved in reblogs).
By the way, the color around the characters is different for a reason. I took it from the background on other people's art. If there was no background, he took the color of the clothes. Otherwise, I used a color from Kindergarten 2 that I took from the Russian wiki.
And as I promised, a fully colored version.
This is, let's say, my headcanon, and it may not coincide with the author's view
Может быть, в следующем году я нарисую других персонажей. Например, Элис. Или Эмми. Или Лили. Или Карлу. Или вообще ничего не буду делать. Не знаю, правильно ли я поступаю, делая это.
What was your first kill like?
“Messy, but your first time tends to be regardless of what it is you’re doing.” Roman said, and would have smirked had he still possessed the ability to do so. His first kill? Now that was almost a lifetime ago. He wasn’t even eighteen at the time but killing somebody with your bare hands was very different from merely being the culprit such as how he’d been responsible for setting the fire that had burned his parents alive in their family home. ”I was a young punk back then, picking up the pieces of my life and rebuilding after shit went down when Janus Cosmetics was bought off by Wayne Industries. I lost everything that night and had nothing left so starting over was tough. I made a few friends out on the streets but made lots of enemies too, and some realized I was going to be a problem in the future...” He reclined in his seat, taking on a pensive look as his fingers brushed over his forehead. ”One guy in particular, never learned his name but he was the main drug dealer in the area at the time. No connections to any big players, just didn’t like me and my boys muscling in on his trade so he shot one of them in the head as a warning. Horsehead and I started targeting his men after that, making it difficult to distribute Drops while cutting off funds at the same time. Pissed him off so much when I found out who his main suppliers were and forced them to start selling to me instead.” Angry enough to come after him, a fact which Roman had gleefully anticipated. ”Anyways, he tried to get the drop on me one night. I knew it was him because he always wore this orange motorcycle helmet plus never went anywhere without his precious bulletproof jacket. Didn’t help him much when I shattered his visor with a steel pipe and stabbed through the gap it left. Messed him up real good doing that...” The very memory was nostalgic, euphoric even as he recalled the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as hot blood sprayed across the alley walls with every frenzied swing he’d made. Burning his idiot parents alive had been satisfying but even that couldn’t begin to compare to the thrill of cutting somebody down so personally, removing an obstacle in his path just so he could rise to the next level. ”Word on the street afterwards was that he didn’t have much of a face left by the time I was done with him. Kind of wish I’d taken it a little easier and drawn it out, but what can I say? First times are always messy.”
What's your favorite method of torture?
“Come now, friend. You can’t expect me to pick just one method when the potential to inflict pain is endless...” Roman said, eyes glinting like chips of black ice floating in a winter sea. If ever there was a topic he thoroughly enjoyed, torture was it but alas, most people found it too uncomfortable or even downright unacceptable as casual conversation, much less going into specific detail about it.
”See... torture, there’s no one right way of going about it. Your average serial killer and sadist, they get these ideas in their heads, start falling back on particular methods. I like tried and tested as much as any other guy out there but they lack dedication. They use torture as a tool. Me? I make it into a work of art, exploring the possibilities to maximize suffering and misery.” He sighed longingly, fingers itching for some quality fun. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d last unwound with a good session, being too caught up in his work as of late to truly dedicate himself to his most macabre of hobbies. An idiot rookie who’d let him down had been his most recent playmate, hardly the type to appreciate his endeavours. He hadn’t lasted long either, losing consciousness not even twenty minutes into the fun while begging all the while for it to end. Roman scoffed. He’d never liked it when they did that. Such people were hardly a challenge when anything could make them beg and plead for mercy. He leaned forwards in his seat, fishing a cigar from his pocket before lighting it up and inhaling the intoxicating fumes which soothed his agitated hands before breathing out a lungful of smoke, eyes cold and hungry like a shark that had just scented blood in the water. "Can’t tell you all my secrets but I’ll tell you about an entertaining session I had. Had this couple in my hands one time, hadn’t done me any wrong but they were involved with somebody who had. Naturally I had to send a message and what better way than to target a loved one? I took my sweet time with the husband first, taking him apart bit by bit. He took it like a champ on the promise I wouldn’t harm a hair on his pretty wife’s head so I didn’t. Didn’t promise I wouldn’t make her swallow his eyeball like a gumball though.” Oh, how she’d screamed. She’d wailed like a banshee when her husband passed out for the last time, his body too wracked by the agonizing marathon of suffering he’d been put through. She screamed a hell of a lot more when he’d clamped her mouth open and dropped the slippery orb down her throat, veins and all. He tutted at the memory, flicking away the ash at the end of his cigar. Eyeballs were so tricky to keep in one piece but he’d gotten it down pretty nicely by now, he liked to think. He’d certainly removed enough of them over the years.
“One person dead, the other mentally broken and locked up in a mental institute for life. Torture ain’t just sticking bamboo needles under some schmuck’s fingernails or waterboarding his face while he’s strapped down on a table, you gotta get imaginative and figure out what makes him tick! One man’s pain is another man’s hell so it doesn’t do just to stick with the basics, no no no. You gotta dig deep to find the nerve that aches the most, be it physically or mentally.”
Did some loose drawing today. Drew this oc, it's been years since the last time c:
Her name is Maji! ♥