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Goretober Day 15: Butterflies Beneath her beauty lies something sinister.. Fly little butterflies, fly! And yes, I chose Dahlia Hawthorne. She was all I could think of when I saw this prompt. I also got the idea for the bloodstains from a Tumblr post, which you can see here. askdahlia-blog.tumblr.com/post ..Also, enjoy the terribly drawn parasol, I need to work on drawing those. Dahlia Hawthorne / Chinami Miyanagi belongs to Capcom.

Goretober Day 21: Teeth "What's the matter, Fren..? You look scared.." ---------------------------------------

So this is what they see in their dreams..

Using this Goretober prompt list: docs.google.com/document/d/1RC… Hey! This character isn't mine, and belongs to another friend of mine, who has given me permission to draw their character.

GT 2023; Day 4: Trypophobia

"I'm going to take everything from you.. Like you took everything from me. See you back home, Spider-Man..~"

Side note: Goddd, this was so much fun to draw! And I've been waiting for this prompt, as it gave me an excuse to draw The Spot. Though I decided to use a pen to go through this as it makes the art look neater than with just the sketch and nothing else. So if you see me use Pen more often please don't be surprised!

The Spot/Jonathan Ohnn belongs to Sony and Marvel!

GT 2023

So many colors, so many crystals, yet so little time.. But then again, what else would you expect from one related to a God..?~

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HEY! This is not my OC and belongs to @devischaotic!

This is why I can't be left alone with paper and anything that leaves a mark

Hi Tumblr I just wanted you to know I redrew my big girl Pasghetti's ask blog bust because the original was absolutely abhorrent.

So, since she deserved better than that, I gave her better.

For this redraw, I traced over a pencil and paper drawing I did of her (I am. Much Better at traditional art than digital) and then, of course, I colored it so people knew her colors.

Honestly I don't know what the hell I was thinking with the original, or how I messed up so catastrophically.

I also replaced her and Nolana's panel on the ask blog 💕

Enjoy !!

Art dumping because bored and I haven't posted any of my own shit in a bit ya hoo !!

Contents:

1 - Me

2 - Me again ?!

3 - All the versions of my sona that have been used

4 - Trickster CrabGod for you homestuck fans

5 - Really old and edgy drawing of CrabGod

6 - Carbgarb 🥰

7 - Hamburger being Hamburger

8 - U as a dog (long story)

9 - Luminous goblin

10 - A cat that @oh-look-clouds saw one time

Enjoy !!

Can you do a handstand?

How has Hamburger been?

GUH it's been a minute since I posted non-tumblr-related art. anywho

Friend found a cool brush. I like it a lot. so I used it.

Enjoy !!

Unfortunately I don't know who to credit for the brush, but here it is for ibis paint users ^

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Rain- Chapter One

I sat on my bed, looking out my small glass window as rain beat against it. My back hurt, just like during every storm, but this time felt worse. Like I was going to burst.

I laid in my bed, and heard creaking in my elbow. I looked, and saw spines bursting through my arm. Clear as glass, but clearly more flexible.

My eyes burned, and I wanted to claw them out, and I felt my bones breaking and rearranging into an unnatural form.

I didn’t scream as I dropped to all fours and my teeth retracted, replacing them with needle sharp fangs. Something burst out down my spine, and I watched as my hands turned to clawed paws. And all of a sudden, it was over.

I looked at myself, craning my head. My clothes had been ripped up and fallen off, my skin was covered in gray and white fur.

I got in my bed, suddenly exhausted, and I closed my eyes.

And I woke to an ear-splitting shriek.

“Nico! You monster! LET MY BROTHER GO!”

I looked up, and saw my big brother standing in our doorway.

Mother came with a shovel and handed it to him. He swung, and I hopped off our bed and whimpered, the glass-like frills raised high.

He swung again, catching me in the side and flinging me through the window, glass shattering against me. It had gone to night now. And it still rained. I started running, and I could hear Ari calling my name.

I returned, and Ari threw the shovel at me. And I stayed. He had nothing left to throw, after all.

My little sister, Alia, came out and began throwing small pebbles at me, and those escalated to rocks and slabs of wood we’d saved for any carpenting we needed to do.

And it hurt. Someone grabbed me from behind, and I screamed and kicked. I still sounded human.

The person froze, confused, and I took my leave, running blindly into the Drake River Jungle.

I hid under a tree. Couldn’t let the monsters find me.

The rain let up, and I felt myself shift back. I wore a cape of gray and white fur, with black fabric over the top, and a gray boiled leather tunic, and gray pants. I began my long, slow walk home, and through the filtering moonlight in the leaves, I saw something far too bright to be natural. Was it fire? Was it dragonfire? Worse, was it a wyvern come to seal my fate of misfortune?

And a small creature poked its head out from the trees and looked up. Its mouth was filled with tiny sparks, but I knew it wasn’t a wyvern, the one the blind changeling had been left looked completely different. 

And I realized it was a baby dragon. I hid, not wanting the mother to find me, when it nudged me and squawked, not unlike a wyvern.

It sniffed me, going around, and got on my back, purring. It was far bigger than the changeling’s wyvern, and far more cuddly.

I heard roaring, not unlike how a mother would call her child, and the baby dragon perked up its ears and grabbed my wrist with a wing, taking me to the source.

A big dragon laid on a tree like a tiger, and looked down at me, then growled something at the little dragon.

The little dragon squawked a reply and the big dragon lept off the trees and changed to a humanoid form.

“Hello, darling. My name is Kyilnth. Shapeshifter… I was told you humans shook hands for hospitality?”

He held out a hand, and I took it. His accent was odd, almost like he were speaking through the growls of a dragon.

“Are you lost? Be glad I got to ya before one of the drakes… but my question still stands,”

I nodded. “I- I got chased into the woods and I just want to go home,”

“Of course… get on. I’ll keep the drakes away, you just rest. Must be tired, you poor thing. Where do you live?”

“Feales…” I mumbled after he shifted back, before closing my eyes and dozing off.

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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.