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a cute beetle larv i found. no idea what family but when in doubt its probably some kinda weird chrysomelid

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wip. dunno if i'll be able to finish it.

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I'm thinking about this meme a lot lately

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I'm a bit burned out so small pic today

Palette is SADAKIYO5 PALETTE by Sadakiyo5 at twitter. Link.

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In process

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Hi, I'm Phrokk. I draw sometimes.

Also I have other blogs:

@kalmnotpanik is for rare photos.

@phrokkscreamscrochet is for crochet, embroidery and other arts related to fabric.

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Haven't drawn in a while. Meanwhile, winter is coming.

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also i decided that shitpost crossover also needs a text version.

         Miku ran. She had to weave through everchanging entanglement of this hell, dodging bullets, monsters, explosions and spells. Sometimes she had to use her wand, just because there was no other choice. But most of all, she ran.

         Will there be exit deep, deep down, she asked herself. Is it even worth it, she thought again and again, as she was burned alive, eaten by acid, when bullet of crack shot went through her head in unending snowfields. She asked herself again and again, as she woke up besides cursed stones near the damned cave entrance and ran further and further, again and again, only to wake up once again, anything for breaking this curse.

         At first, she hadn’t even figured out what happened. She thought of it as just a dream, and it really was just a dream at first: dream of stars, of giant bird and her nest, dream of creation of world. And then she woke up. Besides three stones, near the cave entrance.

         Of course, she tried to look at another way out back then, only to witness tree she saw in her dream. It was gargantuan, overshadowing even skies. This is that tree that was in the beginning of the world, realized Miku, and fear took hold of her heart. There wasn’t any other way but down.

         That time she killed herself. Accidentally. Back then she didn’t yet know that from wands given to her by cruel gods actual bombs could be created. Back then, she woke up again besides three stones near the cave entrance and was happy that she was still alive. Back then she hadn’t yet realized that it was not a blessing, but a curse.

         That was cleared up after several more deaths.

         After many, many more deaths, so many Miku couldn’t even count them, she was deep down, and she couldn’t hear anything but burble of lava somewhere down. She saw that exit from her temporary, fragile but still safe heaven, was different. It led not down, even deeper, but straight ahead.

         Is it really finally over, she thought, hope in her heart blooming and mingling with horror of what can wait for her further, what this sadistic world will have to go her through.

         And yet, she stepped outside.

         Stone bridge, stone statues in the image of another monster on the sides of it, was just a little spot in what seemed to be impossibly giant sea of lava. Miku had to burn in there more then once and she would rather avoid it, but there was not other choice, no way back, only forward. And so, she went ahead.

         At the end there was a monster. Same that was depicted by statues around it, but big, so much bigger. Bridge looked like a toy in comparison. It was bigger than any living being Miku saw in this hell, even bigger than squid-like creature that exploded her once, after she crossed lake of lava. She froze, holding her wand in hand, but this monster wasn’t moving. It wasn’t asleep, as it looked at…

         What is it?

         Miku never saw anything like it in these caves. It wasn’t looking like any artefacts she ever saw, so she thought that, maybe, this thing really is her salvation.

         She made a step.

         Monster suddenly raised its spider legs, as if it wanted to get them away from this artifact, but then t stopped again. Miku made several more steps, without taking her eyes off the monster, reaching out to the artifact. Monster wasn’t moving.

         Miku sighed with relief and turned away from it. Maybe it wasn’t very smart, but she was sick of it. She just wanted to go home, why she had to go through so much bullshit?! Without any hesitation she grabbed artifact that looked like shining disc. “Salt”, she heard in her head. It wasn’t her inner voice. Is this the name for the artifact? But it doesn’t even look like…

         Behind her there was a noise. Too familiar of a noise, one she heard only once but remembered forever, for there was so much antient pain and rage in it, that even world was shaken.

         It was a voice of the monster, realized Miku, and turned to it.

         It looked at her, inches away from her face. And then it opened.

         Feeling gaze of hundreds of eyes, sinking deep into disgustingly pink flesh of inside of its head, all over her being, Miku screamed.

         Miku woke up again, besides three stones, near cave entrance. This time she sat there much longer, until rain fell from the skies. It was raining blood, she noticed, not having it to even feel anything. She was thinking.

         She had a goal; she knew how to reach it. She knew what lied ahead, what she will have to fight. She couldn’t just run through it this time, realized Miku. She had to fight for her freedom.

         She will destroy this whole world, for that gods decided to lock themselves in here, with her.

Halloween is halloween, get noitad

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older painting of scottie doing some puzzles... old man, he needs a magnifying glass + a sketchbook bonus, scottie in charcoals

his snooze is getting bigger everytime i draw him, soon it will make a squeaky sound then you squeeze it

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Frog, inked sketch

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Halloween is halloween, get noitad

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Rats are cute

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Folks in fandom often try to diagnose other people's sexual proclivities based on which monsters they want to fuck, and in my experience they're almost always wrong, except when it comes to Frankenstein's Monster. I have no idea why this is the case, but as far as I can tell, people who specifically want to fuck Frankenstein's Monster are reliably hand fetishists. The Venn diagram of Frankenstein fuckers and people who write fanfic with extremely detailed descriptions of characters' hands is very nearly a circle.

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design comm for a cactus mage

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Catgirl!

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Scanner ate up first one so it's photo.