#Do i... Tag as partial nudity?

[doostyaudi]

Ah... Trans Sapphic demon woman... Waow

Also rnwank in casual (at least clothing she wears around the house) clothing, for artfight, but also for funsies!

Gwah.. I love her 💖💖

[rochenn]

throwing the entire tattoo saga into one post bc they deserve to be together

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[crustycrackhead]

*Throws my swampcat brain rot at y’all*

Swampcat MorningKrem (Morning Frost x Kremy Lecroux)

I’m in literal rare pair hell man, no one understands me nor my freak. I’m gonna be the crazy one that draws them like crazy (draws them only once)

Clean Freak 4 Clean Freak, they both particular and shit okay?!?? SIGH, they would prolly even hold hands but to me… they can be silly (do taxes togther)

[ottosbigtop]

Techno-themed trolls human art dump! I’ve only breezed through a few eps of Trollstopia but I love synth so I wanted to get some design down for him! And then there’s the other guys (ft rave fit poppy because I needed to draw her decked out in so many beads)

[stargloom]

ignore the fourth image i needed to format + i dont want to draw anything else

[lunarharp]

scribbles... pre-relationship onsen trip

[medicalunprofessional]

the devil with his fuckass lighting lol

[hemi-demi]

Sry if followers saw me deleting/reposting my sketches earlier. Tumblr did the thing where it said "Lol, you're not getting this into tags." I guess the link did it.

Anyway, I'll try posting again later when it hopefully decides to not jail me. Here's a bonus Jon as an apology, idc if it doesn't work in tags. Oki love you

[am-iaou]

oh no ! Brushbug spilled another bottle of ink and woke Oru up-

[peapod20001]

Can I have a breakdown of Steve 🥺?? I would love to see kt

Couldn’t help myself, had to color him <3

He’s fun cus he’s not super ashamed of himself like he’s very aware he’s into certain things and acts / comes off a certain way to other people, but then he’ll like bawl his eyes out cus he don’t like being left alone nor does he like how he’s built (the boys were so slender in the 20’s and he’s always been thicker rip) but like other than that he’s fine mostly

One thing about him I don’t mention all too much is like he may have been pretty much an alcoholic and that kinda killed him to death rip man was trying to spice up his life with clubs and drinks from questionable sources and he then he just died </3 that’s why he comes off as kinda airheaded sometimes even tho he’s really smart, alcohol fucked his brain

He can sometimes come off real demure (haha funny word stfu) so people assume he’s a loner or that he doesn’t enjoy going out and hanging around people, but he fucking LOVES spending time with people or partying and what not

[saintadeline]

what if I made you look at my OCs again though. they're all I've been drawing lately

[penofwildfire]

Alright! I finished all the Ninja! These are for body type and scar reference lol. Anyway! My headcanons for the Ninja (in Dragons Rising Era)

Kinda sucks that I had to put Nya in a bra cuz her most prominent scar is on her chest 🫤

Might do the DR kids at some point too.

[lunarharp]

hehe. almost christmas!

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 25

This feels like a Halloween post if I've ever made one. Writing things I didn't know I was capable of. Please heed the warnings, this is more intense than my usual writing!

Content warnings for: threats of death, mild gore via excessive blood, wound manipulation, stabbing, forced consumption of blood, creepy whumper, partial nudity, and stitching wounds.

Again: please do not read if you are sensitive to blood.

Stitches

“How many fucking times?! How many times have I found you doing this same bullshit?!” He slammed his hand down on the table, nails scraping against wood as they curled into a fist. His captive flinched away violently. “You’re terrified, just look at yourself! And yet, every time you’re afforded a bit of freedom, you find another way to test my patience!”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” They gasped, backing further through the kitchen until they hit the counter. He followed.

“I can see through your act, idiot,” he spat, not swayed as he usually may have been. Their eyes widened, just enough to betray their shock. “I know. You think this is a little routine now, don’t you? I throw you back to the basement and you play nice until I give you another chance?��

His hips pressed against theirs and he loomed over, forcing them to lean away. Wild brown eyes searched for an answer, pupils dilated to nothing.

“I don’t! I swear to you!” One finger curled in their collar ring, nearly lifting them off the ground with the force of the pull. His nose pressed into theirs, breath seeping into their pores.

“Wrong. Answer.” A guttural yell and he threw them to the floor. “You think I can’t hurt you! That’s your problem. You don’t think I’d go further.”

Their head had hit the tile and it took a few seconds to remember anything at all. The click of a lock sounded and then metal on metal, sliding and reverberating. They managed to kneel up and look back, only to see him brandishing a boning knife.

“You know what? No. You don’t even think I’ve thought further. You don’t think I have ideas I’ve forced myself to hold back from. That I could indulge in at any moment.” They were cornered, trapped in between the counters and a… dangerous place.

“I don’t think any of that! I’ll go back to the basement, I’ll never try again, you can keep me there the rest of my life! You’re acting crazy!”

“Oh, am I?!” he shouted. “Last time I checked, the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting something to change!” Screaming, he was screaming now, dropping to his knees, dragging them by an ankle. “I’m giving you what you want! Something! Is! CHANGING!”

His knee on their left thigh, forcing it flat, then pushing their legs apart.

“STOP!” They sat up too quickly, flailed, pushing at his leg even as their vision swam.

“I’ve cut you on broad, safe surfaces. But I always wanted to cut down through creases.” What he lacked in volume he made up for in dead certainty, but his hands were still trembling with rage. “Right where your arteries run. Just to see what would happen.”

He traced the crease where their thigh joined their pelvis and a palm smacked down to protect it. 

“Stop touching me. Put the knife away and-!”

The knife stabbed through their hand.

The

Knife

Stabbed

Through

Their

Hand.

Disbelief couldn’t scream until he wrenched it out. And they wailed. Blood poured from both ends, and god it was just the edge, through the muscles of their pinky, missing bone, but one wound was gushing from two points. Their other hand clamped over it. Out of sight. Keep it out of sight.

“You’re pale. I wonder, where’s your blood gone?” Sick pleasure. That’s what he was getting. Holy fuck. “But I hardly nicked your thigh.”

And it slid directly into the crease, too hard, too quick, too deep. His face was red. Splattered. Bright. Dripping. Then the cabinet. It sprayed. Blood sprayed. 

“Your femoral artery.” That smile was coated in it. “That’s what I hit.” And he was looking, his fingers-

“PLEASE! PL-EEEEEEAH-SE…!” Pushing into the cut, triggering some reflex deep beneath their consciousness and they were convulsing back on their elbows, black static, not enough to hide crimson pushing up their shirt, shoving into their mouth. It was skin and nail, human, but it was iron, human, pressing down their tongue, dripping down their throat, dripping down the cabinet, dripping dripping dripping.

He was back with a sewing kit. He had left. But he was back. Their ears were ringing.

And they were bleeding out on their back and he asked them “you understand now, don’t you? You have another leg. You have two arms. You have a neck. The most important ones are in the neck, you know. Could I slit it and still save you?”

He was threading a needle: a straight sewing needle.

“You- you need a… a surgical…”

“This is all I got. You’ll have to deal.”

“911…”

“You’re stupider than I thought. Scream.”

Fingers pinched raw edges together, pulling hard, forcing the needle through. Pulling harder when the thread knotted. They screamed. They didn’t know they still could.

“What do you think? Ten? Eleven? Come on, look and make yourself useful.” The collar pulled and they were sitting up, listing to the side. There was a puddle under them. Their pant leg was cut away, and the leg of their underwear. All scarlet.

He must have let them go. He said this was number five. Then number eight. He was out of his mind, he couldn’t count, and they were dying.

“I think it’s still bleeding.” Swiping across the sealed seam. Their body couldn’t hurt anymore, but it prickled through the darkness. Then smoke. Burning.

Fire in his hand, his lighter, under the knife. The blade black with ash.

“Cauterization. Something else I always wanted to try.”

They faded out, then.

[scn-thedog]

OK I NEED TO GET MY INNER ARTIST GOING... uploading some of caravaggio's works here to use as inspiration because HIS USE OF LIGHT AND SHADOW IS AMAZING AHGHh....... i need to do a style study oh my goddd.... any of my artist followers know any artists like him? i want to have a wider inspiration pool for when i draw and i don't know many artists

The Taking of Christ

(this is absolutely stunning like oh my god... sorry i am not worthy this is so beatiful. the EMOTION????? THE DETAILS AHHGGh sorry i'm insane. this is my favorite..)

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Ms Maya King, you have me in a chokehold…

I wanna explore her more do you guys wanna explore her more I do-