what if Grimwalkers bled like Palismen?
emerald entrails, amirite
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made a new ref for handy, cause i didn't think i made it very clear what their back looks like-
each lump is a stem for one of the arms. their body was not built for that so it's quite painful.
@ask-the-64-rejects
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Guilty sadism, self inflicted shame.
When you don't have anyone else to inflict pain onto, you use your body as the canvas.
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yeesh, that looks like it hurts.
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Super AU Pip has my heart and soul, he’s perfect actually. Alias is Starfall, he’s in high school so that villain shows up more when school is out!
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Undead bitches got to stick together 💀🖤
art by @ vodka-and-ocs
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"And I am the idiot with the painted face
In the corner, taking up space
But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved"
-Alternate Versions Below-
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@ofvalyriansteel asked: “It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s only me!”
Baela the Brave. There had been no feelings of bravery while she faced her captors. Those captors shared her blood, and yet they had proved there was no love for her. Her escape had been nothing but sheer luck and the aid of a dagger she had taken from one of them at some point. Now, she was stumbling around with the dagger falling from her hands.
What she wouldn't give to be with her dragon. Instead, she continued to put one foot in front of the other. Not a clue where she was or where she was going. Everything in her bruised body screamed at her to just get away. Every sound startled her, and her mind told her they were not far behind her.
The sound of the approaching footsteps made her quicken her pace as best as possible. Not again. No, they wouldn't take her.
❝ Get off me! Get off me! ❞ She screamed before facing the person who she believed was chasing her. Baela's eyes widened the moment she realized it was Rhaenys. Her grandmother. Tears began to pool at the corner of her eyes. Relief washed over her as she threw her arms around her grandmother.
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@wcrlds
"Peter! You're alive!" Elizabeth gasped breathlessly, reaching up through the cell bars to caress his face. "I knew it!"
Locke and Sid had tried every trick in the book to convince her that he'd been killed in her recapture. But she knew better. With what they had, what they felt for each other, on top of her powers... Well, if Peter truly had been killed, she'd have felt it. She'd have known. Mere seconds was all it took to know they were lying, and she just had to bide her time. Try to form a plan for when Peter would inevitably come.
This time, Elizabeth wasn't going to sit back and take it. She wouldn't be a victim- a captive- anymore, and she wouldn't let what happened to Matthew repeat itself. She'd fought like hell when they'd come, and her battered body proved it; matted hair, bruises, dried blood, tears in her clothes. It reminded her of the night they met, really. When he'd saved her the first time...
But that was the past, and none of it mattered. Not anymore. At long last, she accepted who and what she was. And she knew what she had to do. Peter had given Elizabeth not just her freedom again, but a purpose. And she planned on doing whatever she could to use her powers for good; just as he did. And they would both get out of here if it was the last thing she did.
"I knew you'd come for me."
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TW: TORTURE, BRUISES, BROKEN RIBS
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Rib Tickler~
Sunny's a stickler for rules, especially when it comes to his "games".
part 1/4
pt 2
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first big drawing of the year, and i ~finally~ give Iris and Anima a fully rendered artwork of somekind heheh
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