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Don't worry. Daddy's home

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she deserves everything beautiful <3

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I can't believe I'm going to own this creature

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i am full of love and also fatigue

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touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

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when you forget to read the tags on a fanfic:

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I saw @peachyxxkeens chart of her OC and felt really inspired!

So, here are some characters I used to create Jennie personality, all very sane thank god 🤡 May the lord save anyone I ship with her.

Haven't yapped about my OC Samantha in a while, so I found this decided to do it. 💗

Art of OC is a comm from gelatingelaato

Edit here's the blank template

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Ermm...It's just his time of the month...

*stomps on him

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If you know me, you know how much I loved The Boys comics, so it’s no surprise that the TV show has me hooked. Naturally, I had to create some pieces inspired by this chaotic show. Here's a look at the characters I've brought to life.

I'm going to start with my favorite. The man, the myth, the walking grudge, Billy Butcher. Butcher’s ruthless determination and sharp wit inspired me to capture his essence in all its morally grey glory. You can almost hear him growling, “Oi!”

This is a repost because something happened to my original post.

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<3 my vampire corpse boyfriend ✨

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Okay, I just needed to post my Oc x Butcher for Valentine's day. The illustratrion is from chapter two of my fic >:D (Butcher is really hard to draw btw)

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Wreak Havoc - The boys fic

---------------------------------------------------- TW: Mentions of blood, Ilustration can be disturbing to some, contains blood in the background.

This is just a snipped of the part of the chapter that inspired my first illustration for my 'The boys' fic. This is an Butcher x Oc and Frenchie x Oc. English is not my first language, so there could be grammar mistakes.

Murder Party - 1

' Butcher swallowed dryly, leading down the aisle to the only door that had a dim light coming out of the little window space. Room 02. If Frenchie was right, that was her. The beeping of the card made the red light of the door turn to green, opening it with a slow push, his body stiffening, staring inside warily. M.M stayed out with Hughie, that seemed on edge, both observing the insides.   The room was white, all padded on the inside, no window or opening other than the bars into the door where the humming was echoing thought. A cushion was on the floor, ripped and with blood stains; with no covers, no pillows, thin as paper. It really looked like something took directly off an asylum.    In the center of the room, under the dim light, a feminine figure was on the ground, her covered knees on the floor. She stretched her back, a straitjacket squeezing her arms glued to her torso, making her whole body stiff. Her head was bent back, the long blond hair with a washed out pink tone on the ends touching the floor. Her eyes were closed, the soft humming suddenly stopped, the pale lips pressed together.  “I don’t reckon any of you…” Her weak voice barely scraped through the silence, sing-song yet sharp enough to cut, “New guards? Seeking a bit of fun?” Her lips twisted into a wide grin as her eyes flicked open, locking onto them with an unsettling intensity. “Fair warning: I bite. And not the fun kind, either.”

That probably explained some of the blood stains on the floor. The girl was nuts and probably dangerous. Was she really Daniel's daughter? For the names she had written on the walls, yes.   “We ain’t guards, luv’…” Butcher took a step ahead, his thick British accent appearing between his rough voice, still unsure of what he was dealing with.     And the more that he stepped inside, the more he could see the padded walls from the dim light. There were multiple drawings made of markers, butterflies, a fake window, and days counted in sticks on the walls next to the cushion. Until they weren’t.   Older and new stains of dark red started to mark the walls, scribbles of writing, like a storm had passed there, while getting darker and more confusing. Butcher tried to keep his poker face, even if a cold shiver ran through his entire body, making the hair on the back of his neck raise. That was fucked up.   She hummed in agreement, her back rolling to the normal position like a flower blooming, stretching out her spine as she got into her bare feet, the cracking noises from her joints echoing through the room. Some strands of the messy blonde falling over the thin face, but the blue spheres studied each one of them from head to toe, icy, like she was frozen in time.  “Doc said Yoga relaxed the anxiety, but trying without any hands is… messy. Are you real? The ones I saw last week weren’t.” The blonde mumbled, stepping closer to them carefully, eyes wide as if she was expecting them to disappear in any second. '

I have the fanfic in AO3, but will post it in here soon, still trying to tidy up all my socials <3

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A Star Is Born

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mean mugging

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saw this on tiktok and i don’t know how to feel anymore

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Oh boy, first time posting here, kinda nervous btw. But yeah, probably going to post mostly oc x canon, cause being an artist and writing has its kicks.