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This has like absolutely no meaning to anything. I just wanted to draw my girl Cordelia and mess around with some new brushes...although now I want this on a shirt. I would never wear it outside but, it be a good sleep shirt.
“Maybe I deserved to lose my wings, this pain is all I ever know…”
Mimi is a bat demon character of mine who lost their wings from a gang they were hunting for, they suffer terrible phantom pain and the wound aches so much that sometimes it makes them itch it which reopens it, they feel like they deserve this pain for the sinner thy are. Oh, how wrong they are.
I suck at making commission boards help
Odette Hattington my beloved 🩷
Extra doodles below
Dark Incarnations
CHAPTER ONE: The start of the end
May, 24, 2567 Canada, Edmonton
Its was the last day of school and Lú was staring down the clock for it to sound so summer could officially start. Right as it went off She jumped out of her seat handing it my paper, rushing out of the classroom dragging August with herself. “Hey, hey what are you doing?!” Auggie screamed stumbling over other students almost falling over.
“C’mon keep up! It’s officially summer and I wanna get out of here as soon as possible even- WAIT!” Lú suddenly stopped coming to a harsh halt. “We have to get Faye and Sola!”
“Were already here” Sola said walking up to Lú and August with Faye at her side rambling about something. “Ah! There you guys are, I think Lú was going to drag me down…” “Well I would have went down with you” Lú tries to flirt but ends up failing miserably leaning in like she was asking for a kiss.
Auggie sighs. “Your lucky I love you” Auggie the. leans down to her girlfriends level to kiss her. Lú kisses back, the kiss felt familiar and tender as Lú almost slipped her tongue in August ripped her away before things got out of hand to quickly.
“You two done yet?” Sola asked nonchalant shifting her body weight to one side causing Faye to almost fall over. “So! You all wanna head to my place I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind.” Its was Faye that spoke up suggesting that they should get out of the empty hallway.
“Yeah.. It’s probably best we should go.”
[~TIME SKIP BCUZ IM LAZY~]
“So, Faye what do you think we should do since you’re the one that suggested we come over?” Auggie asked, she was positioned to be laying on her back with her head slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. Faue suddenly paused not expecting to be asked what they should all do especially considering doing something that everyone likes. “Well I was think-“ “Oh my gosh did you guys hear about Scarlett? She’s a total wreck right now.”
Faye grunts in annoyance and only Sola notices and pit her hand on Faye’s shoulder to comfort them.
These are some fortnite skins I redesigned. More of like my original characters now. I used to make comics about them a long time ago.
Wavebreaker 🌊- She’s a 21 years old surfer. Very optimistic person, loves doing things her way.
Wingman✈️ - He’s a 24 year old pilot. Has a very cautious personality, but loves helping out anyway he can…safely of course.
They have another companion her name is rebel but she’s a robot so drawing her is a bit more complicated. They all work as bounty hunters.
Here is a simple look of my cute little characters I created called Lumis named Milky and Cosmo. I'll have their full info in the finish character sheet sometime soon.
So like uh this is abt my oc for pretty please i dont want to be a magical girl shes like a sun guardian AND if theres a sun guardian, it suggests theres also a moon guardian!!! So clever right? Right guys? Im stilll not done wit the moon guardian and there isn't much lore abt my oc except for the fact shes a sun magical girl
I still dont know what her name should be so uh name suggestions maybe if anyone actually sees this post or reads to this point
my characters cause I have nothing else to post
I'm chronically bored can't you tell lolz
First one: Emmauri is a demon that doesn't understand human stuff but wishes happy holidays to all
2nd one: they are twins his adopted sons named Nikita(right) and Nikolai (left) they are a product of me practicing digital watercolor
3rd one: practicing digital watercolor start lolz this is the first image of Emmauri on digital
More post to come but slow next week for I'm in high school and I have more semester tests next week-
Confessions Of Memories. | • 7.
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Days had started overlapping with blurred faces and rotting emotions that dried on the hill that was her memories. Her feet could only remember one dance, and that was to shuffle around the room of scrolls and books. Her mind was clattered, rearranging the books in pointless positions.
"You've been so mindless, gosh! Take a week off, that should be enough." Her co-worker sighed.
Please don't fire me.
I'm ting my best. I promise.
The sun made its way down the sky as she left, leaving her key with them. Her body was as heavy as broken heart. Her eyes were burdened with bags of dis-ease, yet empty with confusion.
One person was to be forgotten, yet they kept disappearing. No matter how many wishes of her mother's she pushed herself to fix, she was still left forgotten.
She slid the door open, letting her hair down. She glanced at the hairpins, hopelessly rolling them around in her hands. The house smelt of burnt rice, the flowers that grew outside dulled without water. Maybe she could tidy the house.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her body just felt too heavy.
"Jiji? Are you there?" Xiao asked softly, peering his head through.
He saw her, quietly glancing at the window he was perching on. He exhaled in relief, his eyebrows relaxing.
"What's wrong?"
"I wanted to come and personally thank you, but you weren't there."
"Just, my memory has gotten foggy."
Are you beginning to forget me?
"Ah." He stopped.
"Yeah."
His hand clenched, his lips twitching with a frown. His heart choked in his chest.
Summer.
The hot night wafted the area with a starless night, and a lonely moon. The wind brushed his scent onto her. She smiled, despite her chest aching. The emotional agony was sitting at the back of her mind, the dull reality of her eternal life being paused by his presence.
He brushed kissed her forehead, as if to kiss her doubts away.
Of course it could never work.
But, she'd like to pretend. The temporary feeling that grew, only had so much space.
"Please stay, Xiao."
"Call my name, whenever you need me." He looked at her once more, his hand resting on her head softly.
With that, the wind that burst around her left only a hint of him in the room. Once again, she was alone.
Her bed made her hostile. What nightmare was on the menu tonight? Whether it was marble or molded faces, she didn't want to see it. What could she do? Beg?
"Mei?"
"Who else brings you to the beach?" She chuckled.
"This is your favourite moment at the beach, isn't it?"
The sun spiralled into the ocean, the sky tinted with setting grey. The sand was cold, and damp. The small rocks were littered across the vast area. Her face was missing once again, but she could see her expression.
It was smothered.
"You have a good memory." Mei pranced.
"Sometimes,"
Sometimes I can't remember want I want to.
"Sometimes?"
"It feels like a curse."
"How can having a good memory be a curse?"
Li looked felt her eyes burn, as she grabbed Mei's arm, her grip pleading.
"Because whatever I remember never makes me happy." She sniffled.
"It's tiring. I'm forgetting everyone. I don't want to. I don't want to!" Her voice was absolute, the beach dead with her resolve, Mei silent.
She sighed, patting her head.
"How much happiness are you going to sacrifice?"
You don't have to live like this.
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Possession - Bad Ending
Bunzy
The room was really dark when he came too. Bunzy had trouble adjusting his sky blue eyes to the lack of light in the large area. He knew something was immediately wrong when one of the first things that hit his senses was the smell of iron and the sound of something decaying. He turned his head left and right and back and forth until he had to get up. Unable to find the light switch in the vast darkness infron of him, he stumbled around the room. The last he recalled, he was in The Rabbit King's throne room of a building called The Burrow, which was situated away in the woods, somewhat far from civilization.
The smell and... the taste? of iron jolted and confused him beyond belief. Had The Rabbit King taken over while he was talking to him? He hoped not but it was a likely scenario. Bad things always happened like this. Bad things always happened- to him. He kept shuffling around, the smell of a fresh corpse getting stronger and cascading his nostrils. He trip, momentarily stalled until he realized in his blight that this was where that foul oder was the strongest.
He reached out in front of him, it was a wall. "How ironic." he thought. Slowly, he stood up, spanning the wall with his arms until he finally found it. He lipped the switch and turned around. The lights in the Throne Room were always delayed a bit to give dramatic effect once the utmost inner rings of light shines on the large seat, the throne of The Rabbit King, in the middle. Behind the throne, where viewers couldn't see, was a solitary light switch, the one Bunzy had just flipped. He looked down to the floor.
Not one sound was uttered when his eyes met figure on the ground before him. It was more silent than the night Amaranth Catar was exiled to The Southern Mountain. If someone else was here, all that would fill their ears would be the sound of Bunzy's heart pounding an escape from his ribcage. The lapse and crack in his breath and the thud of his long legs hitting the ground. His position a kneel at the body of his best friend.
Blood ran from 3 visible places on the surface of his large body, he probably had internal wounds as well. The left half of his face had been mailed to bits. The right side was a permanent scene of fear, anguish and.... Betrayal. He had never known the entire time. Bunzy himself couldn't help but try and soothe him even though he knew it was hopeless. He had stopped breathing the moment he came too. That's where the betrayal came from.
All either of them really wanted to do was reconnect. But he had metaphorically slapped him in the face of his repressed feelings for him, for Vik. His friendship, his honor and loyalty, his unrequited love. He let it all out in the stinging pain of words, and when he, Vik, tried to bring him back from jumping off the deep end- he was too late.
It was just like graduation day from highschool, where it all went down. Bunzy had blown up into a million metaphorical pieces and stabbed Vik through the heart with his knife in the form of words laced with hurt and resignation. A bond killed, a friendship destroyed, paths and bridges severed. It took all of Bunzy's strength not to cry when he watched Vik, the Valedictorian (go figure), walk across stage with his grin lined with mirth and humor, dimples on display and shining brighter than the sun so as to hide the dam of feelings inside him. But Bunzy knew better. He looked into his eyes as he spoke and saw nothing. Saw nothing when he was applauded at the end of his speech and saw nothing when he smiled and shook the Mayor's hand. Vik was dead and gone, Viktor Torian, the mask and the face, was alive and thriving.
Nothing
The Rabbit King had already taken his place at the front wheel. He took his long, claw-like nails and drove them through Vik's flesh like a rabbit would do an enemy. Vik fought back with a feverish desperation, punches and counters, trying to win his friend back from the monster that held him down.
Maybe coming here had been a death wish all along. Trying to reignite a spark that had long since been washed out by a tsunami of hurt. Trying to resurrect something that maybe should've been left dead.
But where would that leave them?
The memories played through his mind like a torture device made solely to attack you psychologically. He takes his vision across the cold body of the one person he could truly call a friend all his life.
He had always been perfect.
Near midnight colored skin complimented the raven sheen of his silken hair. A smile that won him any argument since he a child. Dimples like trophies to prove it. Friends came easy to him, as compared to Bunzy where people saw him- saw his crooked grin with a gap on the side, his fluffy but messy blonde hair, his affiliation for the color pink, rabbits and wonky smiles.
They saw him and saw his occasional passive stares- sky blue eyes and pinprick pupils that would see straight through your soul, his tendency to smile out of nowhere and bare his teeth like a challenge, a dare, telling you to come near and get bitten like an animal. Eyes darkened and pupils blown to high hell. They saw him and saw something monstrous and incomprehensible. It was rabid and wild. Untamable and seemingly unkillable. Older and quicker and something that wasn't of this world.
They saw him and they saw he needed to be exterminated.
The tears that flowed from his face put the water on Europa (or was it Titan? I don't remember) to shame. His cries were something similar to the creaks and groans of a large metal structure falling to its impending doom. Never had he cried this much over anything, especially not over a person.
Vik was the only person loved more than himself, hell more than his own mother even. But now they were both dead. Mrs. Trander had passed about a year ago, the funeral was lonely with just 2 people in attendance- Vik and Bunzy.
Ironic isn't it? How Vik's name was first... like always. The number 1 choice, leaving Bunzy, the afterthought, the runner-up. And now, Vik was the first of them to die too. And to the hands of his number 2, how fitting.
After letting everything out, Bunzy decided not to let any information of the incident trickle out of his cult of 8 years, Rabbits of The Down. Even if no information was let out, he still did his best friend the service of leaving his body in a place where the police could find it. So he would be given an awe-inspiring funeral, closed-casket of course, presented by his... wife; the one and only person to ever come near the greatness that was Viktor Torian, Arista Torian Kayes. Bunzy attended from afar. The guests, including himself, all in immaculate shades of purple (Vik's favorite color), swarmed around Arista and gave her their condolences.
Viktor had gone off one day after contemplating something. He had said his sweet "See you later, Darling" to Arista and gone off to the edge of some decrepit woods. The last anyone saw of him, his face looked like stone and determination.
His body was found a few days later when someone complained about a bloody oder emanating from the woods.
Bunzy stayed situated in the woods for the rest of his life. Slowly, The Rabbit King took over permanently, and Bunzy himself was never heard from again.
The End.
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Inspired by,
SatoSugu (Jujutsu Kaisen, Gege Akutami), Bang Bang Boom! @bangbangboomcomic , Watership Down (Richard Adams), more shit I don't remember.
This is an original story (ending) by me. @jammofsammichflip
How's it feel to kill one of your friends? How's it feel to kill him again?
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KO-FI
Just so excited to see some improvement and my art style slowly coming out. I do seem to have more of a soft cartoon style most times. Here's a little bit that I wrote for fun a while ago.😜
The air smelled of fresh grass and dirt which brought out a sigh of relief along with a twitch of giddiness to be out of that so called alien lab and abomination of a world Dimension X. Suddenly her rejoicing twitches turned to hunter like stiffness, though she was the one being hunted. The familiar odd voices in the distance grew closer as they foraged the land for their lost property. Crouching to the ground as if becoming one with itself she could feel the tingle of her sore muscles from exhaustion and fear of being caught to relive the same feverish nightmares in repeat. Letting out a light breath to release some tension, she closed her eyes to focus. When doing so she was engulfed by the shadows of the night. “She couldn't have gone far alone in her new form” exclaimed a screeched voice a few yards away from the stowaway. “Knowing Albedo she would have jumped two other portals by now just to infuriate us.” replied the other screeching body. “Kraang will be displeased with…” its words were cut off from a high pitch squeal it produced while being pegged. Another erie deep slow voice threatened “She better be found or the two of you will become slop for the worms”. Both creatures squealed in fear and floated away on their devices searching away in the distance. After a big huff came from the intimidating creature he whispered “We will find you, little one.” Then stomped off in his search.
Everybody welcome Cain who is not tamed and insane. He is one of my OCs that I'm working on for my story with my main character Albedo. It's chaotic like him for now of his idea lay out. His inspiration was from Discord for his body idea and a little bit of personality. Cain is a random, kooky, charming, obsessive and predatory. He is the discard of unwanted personalities and emotions that Malefor (my main villain) did not want in physical form. He rules the mid dimension ring I'm working on. He has the body of a longish scaled dragon, long whiskers, elk inspired antler on L side, curved Ram horn on R side, vampire style bat wing on L side, owl wing on R side, an Ox's L back leg, Lion's R back leg, boney werewolf L front leg, lizard man R front leg, longish hairy elf style ears, and two fox tails with scorpion stringers within the tails. Hope y'all enjoy this random update of my journey. I've been writing more than drawing, because that's the area I need to work on the most. 😜
New oc (and prob future pfp)!! Drawing this dragon’s wings was a huge pain in the ass :,) but I like how they turned out
I remembered one of my old characters and did a redraw. Her name is Vooka, on the left is the old design, on the right is how she looks now.
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Its my new Pngtuber/Vtuber Model! I hope to be streaming more and getting my stuff together art wise!
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Warning: body horror
Just got my first tablet, I think it helps me render better. I’m not actually sure if I want to render the robes, my hands are cramping. Oh, and this is my original character, but I might not even draw it again unless I want to draw body horror again.
Character concept
MONTY REID
the only son of johanna and dustin reid, monty can often be described as a bit of a flirt. he can be rather cocky, often getting himself into trouble even though most of the time, it is unintentional. monty was unaware of how toxic his father was towards his mother, often due to the fact that his twin would get him out of the house before the screaming began. he was rather close to his father, completely unaware of how cruel the man was towards his mother up until his untimely death which lead to both his twin and his mother telling him what truly was happening behind closed doors when he wasn't around.
Basics
nicknames : mon, sweetheart
age : twenty one
gender : male (he/him)
sexuality : pansexual
face claim : taz skylar
LIKES : smoking, cooking, sunsets, rainy days, movie nights, reading, flirting
DISLIKES : lgbtq+phobia, people lying to him, being seen as weak
admin : bellamy. she/her. legal. nzst & no triggers. credit
OCTAVIA REID
mentions of DA (domestic ab.se)
octavia is the only daughter of johanna and dustin reid. growing up, octavia was always the one to clean up the messes her father would leave laying around the house after beating her mother. octavia can often be seen as a quiet individual, often keeping to herself and refusing to let anyone close to her. Growing up, she would do everything in her power to protect her twin, often getting him out of the house before things would turn ugly between their parents. due to constantly keeping her twin sheltered from their fathers abuse, octavia didn't really have much of a childhood, often taking on the protector role
Basics
nicknames : via, o, angel
age : twenty one
gender : female (she/her)
sexuality : bisexual
face claim : emily alyn lind
LIKES : alone time, reading, cold weather, snow cones, painting, gardening, horseback riding
DISLIKES : seeing her mother upset, loud noises(e.g. things crashing to the ground, glass shattering, etc)
admin : bellamy. she/her. legal. nzst & no triggers. credit