Cray23artblog - A Wild Carrot Wondering Around

Next question: can someone cook?

Cuz I like veggies raw and hard, but that's not everyone, and I can't cook shit

Dear president, plz hire a chef or u're gonna starve to death /j

yall if i ever become super popular for whatever reason, slap me

i shiver at the thought of being suddenly responsible for thousands of people-

we can all just be a little town where im the president and you are all my horror-stricken citizens :)

One day I'll understand how SIG studio characters' hair work and will be able to draw them

That being said, that day is not today, but at least I tried, so it counts as a win right?

Also, totally unrelated but Zorn palette fucking slays

Here we go

also mayB a tw for eyestrain? not sure but better safe than sorry

These ones are similar but the third is haunting me ngl

The colors turned out really interesting on these ones (also not Winnie looking soulless lmao)

I hate this cuz why do I work for about 20 minutes on just finding the right colour if this mf lowkey looks way better than the original

... I think this one's self explanatory

and this one's color scheme screamed dead plate to me and I found that really funny so there ya go

Thats all folks gn <3

Uhh... silly gays Ig

and a slightly better version because I realized overlay exists

Also, just to scare y'all, I did the colors on two layers each, one layer being the shadows and the other being pretty much anything else

(I'll reblog this post with a bunch'a alts cuz I played around with layer modifications a bit)

Something, something... Angst art :>

I played a bit with the filters on the second one

Also Wraith I will write my part as soon as my pretty little head will be so kind and remember what I wanted to write yesterday

Also I know I didn't quote Nightmare perfectly but I drew this at like 10 pm yesterday and I remembered it wrong pretend that's what he said-

Wrote something based on the idea Cray and I thought of:

Desperation wasn't new to Killer. It was what drove him into madness in the first place, filled his soul with so much Hate that he scarecely recognized himself as a Monster. Sometimes, he'd find himself lost in the hallways of the castle while his soul melted like those DT-riddled amalgams.

And he knew Nightmare wasn't far behind, hands and claws grasping at his shoulders and throat, whispering all of his sins like a Judge. It wasn't rare to see Killer hunched against a wall and sob so hard he choked on his own breath.

He'd remember Cross try making his way to him - or was that Horror? - and say something muddled but stop. Maybe they realized he was a lost cause and gave up trying. Or Nightmare simply selt them away. He can't quite tell with how his sockets flood with liquid Hate.

Sometimes, he seeks Nightmare out before an episode, when he can feel it in the back of his mind and thrumming in his soul. Staggering into Nightmare's office and collapsing at his feet as his legs gave out.

If there was one thing he did remember, it was the way Nightmare smiled at him. Like someone sick with pleasure at seeing another in pain. It was a mean smile, one he'd made all the time before the episodes came more frequently. It was a wonder Nightmare still sent him on missions. Maybe he liked watching Killer try to take lives before seizing up.

"Killer."

His head tilts up from his spot on the dark carpet, knees rubbed raw from kneeling.

"Who allowed your thoughts to wander. Pay attention."

With that, punishment came swift and agonizing - a tentacle had shot itself right through his ribs and forced his body to tilt back as he was pinned in place.

"AAAAGH!!! Uhhhnn...! Hah... hah.....hah... sorry...." He grunts out, pain shocking through his bones with every faux breath.

Every moan of pain was met with a slow twist of the tendril, never once giving Killer a moment of reprieve.

"Mm. You came to my office to hurt. Don't waste my generosity."

Killer slowly grins, he cant help it. Yeah... He deserved this. He needed it. Someone to keep hurting him. Because after all that fucked up stuff he did, maybe it was about time he paid for it.

Another tentacle shot through him, and his head was thrown back as he screamed. He screamed and eailed until his throat was hoarse and no sound could escape. Nightmare's laughter quickly filled the silence instead, his twisted glee replacing his bloodcurdling screeching.

Any would have thought this was torture beyond measure, a fate anyone would do anything to avoid meeting again.

But they knew. They both knew.

He would come back for more.

Wraith dear you know you can tell us anything, right? We won't judge you, no worries

i’m sorry what.😦

WAIT NO WAIT

WAIT

I drew Flowey the other night :]

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