#i think he'd like the rock and crystal slimes

[minimoll7]

The one thing I like about drawing slimes in that simple, chalk style, is that its nice and quick. A huge reason why I don't really post art that much anymore at this point is that I don't like how long it takes, I start a lot of stuff but never really finish them

But this drawing style is a lot quicker and doesn't hurt my hands as much. I'd love to apply it to other stuff tho, not just Slime Rancher art. I just don't know how well I'd be able to pull it off. It is lineless art but because of the brush I'm using, some colors don't stand out as well as they otherwise would. Not sure what exactly I'll do but I think I can figure something out, eventually

[sparklinpixiedust]

Mark Of Shame

A/N: Thank you to @ossy-serenity for the prompt. I don't think this is what you had in mind and it's not exactly gwevin but once I began to write, this is what came out. 😅

🚨🚨 TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS COULD POSSIBLY TRIGGER YOU.

And as always , not proof read.

Bingo card from @badthingshappenbingo

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“Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.” ― Nina Guilbeau

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" How'd you get that scar?" Gwen asked.

His hand traced over the scar, his finger tips feeling over the soft healed ridges of his skin.

It was Tuesday, or atleast that's what it would've been according to his calculations had he been on earth. And he sat there, munching down on the last piece of alien goo that was left on the ship.

It had been 5 days since he had been deserted by the 10 year old omnitrix bearer , 3 days since that rock alien had taken the last escape pod to who knows where, leaving behind him and all the others who were deemed unworthy of saving.

He wiped his face of the purple slime from his mouth as he overheard the fellow outcasts on the floor below try to make an escape plan. He let out a sad chuckle.

Ha. Escape. Even he managed to leave this death trap, where would he even go? Earth? Home?

The same home that always called him a monster? To his mother who hadn't seemed to have made any effort to find him since he ran away? Who chose her new man over her own son?

If anyone had told him 1 month ago he'd end up a giant hideous frankenstein-esque monster drifting in the unforgiving cold embrace of space , he would've laughed in their face. He recalled how he thought that was his rock bottom, how his life couldn't possibly get worse. Unfortunately he spoke too soon. Atleast back then he could hide, blend amongst the crowd, now he couldn't breath without drawing massive attention to himself.

He was alone. truly alone. No crazy teenagers, no family, no familiar humans. No one. And no one was coming to save him.

He put down his meal as he felt his throat tighten, his eyes beginning to water. He let out silent weeps, trying to not attract attention from anyone. His face scrunched in disgust when he noticed brown viscous liquid pouring down his face and on to his lap. Even his tears were monstrous now, Oh what had he become?

He noticed his taydenite arm gleam brilliantly under the bright lights of the spaceship , almost blinding really if you looked at it from certain angles.

He broke off a shard , catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection. This was his life, for now and forever. Nobody wanted him,no body ever could. How could they, for now he didn't even want himself? He slowly looked around making sure there was nobody in the hall.

He closed his eyes as one of his arms searched for a soft spot on his abdomen that some sort of alien armor didn't cover. As soon as he found it he held his breath and pressed the crystal in quickly. He couldn't feel anything , so pressed in deeper and deeper, twisting it for it to do something.

And suddenly it stung terribly. Like being electrocuted in his bones.

When he pulled it out, yellow liquid oozed almost like a overfilled pressure hose. It hurt really bad and Kevin couldn't help but let out a yell crying as he did so. But soon the pain began to fade , and so did the strength in his body.

As darkness clouded his vision, it brought him a sense of relief, a sense of peace. His nightmare was going to end soon, and he couldn't wait to wake up from it.

Unfortunately or fortunately, he did however wake up, around 24 hours later in a pool of now orange crusted blood in same body. He hadn't died.

Had he imagined the whole event? He couldn't have for there was giant slash on the side of his abdomen, but now fibrotic. His body had healed.

He tried again later that night, and the next, and the next, only to always wake up after a while, almost as good as new. It took him a while but he eventually realized this wouldn't work. His alien form was saving him.

He kept that shard with him, trying every so often in hopes that it would work each time, only to wake up angrier and sadder than the last. Over time though , it became less of an suicide attempt and more of way to relax. Those moments before he blacked out were always the most peaceful and the boy craved for the moments of numbness.

It went on for a while, more and more ,till one day he woke up with a very angry Kwarrel standing over him in his null void cell.

He expected yelling, but instead the blue alien got down to the floor and hugged him tightly. Kevin broke down and sobbed for what felt like hours.

Kwarrel threw away the glass that day and made Kevin promise not to do it anymore. The topic was never really brought up again and he was thankful for it. The dark haired boy didn't want to talk about it but he knew he could to his new freind if he ever chose to.

Most of their conversations instead revolved around escaping the prison and then travelling across the universe as partners. A different day a different planet. Making their own rules and money along the way.

Kwarrel managed to plant a little dream in him that things were going to look up for him soon, that there was a future the boy could hope to look forward to, a future that didn't have to be so grim.

The alien died for him later on, and Kevin while intially upset felt he owed the blue alien enough to atleast try this whole living thing out.

His life wasn't the most ideal and there were times he was tempted to revert back to his old habits, habits that would surely end him this time around without his body to protect him. But hearing Kwarrels screams echoing through his mind snapped him out of it all the time. He couldn't let the death of literally the only person in the whole galaxy who wasn't repulsed by him go in vain.

He grew, however his scar remained. Even when he absorbed other materials , it was always a bit raggedy in that area, never smooth as it was everywhere else. It served as a constant reminder to him of his trauma , his very own mark of shame.

"oh , this? " Kevin answered, his voice unwavering," I got roughed up pretty bad once. Left a scar, no biggie"

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“A joker is a little fool who is different from everyone else. He's not a club, diamond, heart, or spade. He's not an eight or a nine, a king or a jack. He is an outsider. He is placed in the same pack as the other cards, but he doesn't belong there. Therefore, he can be removed without anybody missing him.”― Jostein Gaarder