Things I Drew For My Oomflets And Also Just Bc I Wanted To Draw Something Qsmp That Wasnt Those Blind

what if chat are shapeshifters, so every time we get sent on a raid we morph into another creature

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spiderbit,, fluff or fright,,, day four,,, prompt: murder husbands. this one is absolutely my most experimental one but i like how it turned out <33 INSPIRED BY JOHANNIS' ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ART everyone go look at it neoowwww

You don't know how long you've been running. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, drowning out the sound of your footsteps as you run.

It's raining. It's raining. You sprint through the forest, trees appearing out of nowhere, branches dragging you back.

It's raining. It smells like blood. You don't know how long you've been running.

They're following you. You don't know where they are but you know they're following you, and they'll catch you. They always do.

It's raining and it smells like blood. The ozone stings at your nose, roots catching on your feet and blood slipping through your fingers. They're gaining on you. You can't hear them but you know they're gaining on you.

The forest is dark, darker than you're used to, and the rain isn't helping. You can barely hear anything past the thumping in your ears and the slapping of your feet on wet dirt, and your rasping, exhausted breathing.

You don't know how long you've been running. It smells like blood and they're gaining on you. It smells like blood and it's raining.

They always hunt together as one. Moving with such synchrony that you can never tell where one ends and the other begins. They whisper things in tongues you don't speak, two contrasting voices laughing excitedly. They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running. It smells like blood.

It's raining. Your feet can barely stay under you as you run, you don't even know where you're going. You left the safe confines of the forest a long time ago. Back when you didn't realise how much danger you were truly in. Back before they caught your scent and started gaining on you.

They're gaining on you. It smells like blood. Whose blood.

It's raining, and you can't see anything past the sweat running down your forehead and stinging your eyes. You can't see anything past the rain and the panic. They're gaining on you. You don't know where they are but you know they're gaining on you.

They chase you in harmony. They don't even have to think twice before circling you through the trees. They don't need to see through the rain to know where you are. They're gaining on you.

It smells like blood.

One of them wears white. You can see flashes of it as you run, reflecting in the water drops as they fall. You can feel breathing on the back of your neck, claws tearing at your flesh. This is the one they say you should run from.

The other one wears black. Darker colours that blend in with the sky, invisible. You can't see anything, you can see eyes as black as night and hunger in their gaze. This is the one you should be scared of.

They work so well together they're practically one. They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running. There's a knife in your side and a trail of red leading them right to you. It smells like your blood.

They're gaining on you.

It smells like you. It smells like fear. It smells like rain and panic and hunger and blood.

They're gaining on you.

It's raining.

They're gaining on you.

You don't know how long you've been running out of time.

They're gaining on you.

It smells like death.

i wish for you, for what it's worth

Spiderbit week day 4: 🌺 Cooking/food or Murder Husbands 🌺

It's the Murder Husbands AND THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU 🔪🔪

Star-Crossed

Summary:

Roier is a Time Lord, a time-traveling alien, with a missing (slash deceased) husband and a very empty time machine. Cellbit is a human who may or may not be an escaped convict on the run from an intergalactic government intent on putting him to the death. Together, they're traveling through time and space and trying to track down both Roier's absent husband and Cellbit's mysterious wristwatch. And if they start holding hands while doing so, well. That isn't a problem, now, is it? Or: A Doctor Who AU

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Spiderbit week day 1 💥💥💥

Beach episode || Vampires

Offerings, offerings..

Rose Family my beloved I miss you

Día 7 cozy autumn / momento fav

Volvemos al inktober yeeeeiiii

Día 8 minecraft extremo / catrines

Día 9 missa con tallulah y chayanne / comer dulces

I have the worst headache and I just want to draw but I can't look at the computer's screen without wanting to die