Lucifer: Mc you are permitted to visit the Human World

Mc: world up there bad, wanna stay in actual hell

Lucifer: what?

Mc: (shows him the news)

Lucifer: I believe it would be in your best interest to stay in the Devildom

MANHUNT!! now with a 4th hunter!

My very first small animation I did for this fanbase. This was when Ant just joined as the 4th hunter.

Single frame below the cut ⬇️

Reposting for shits n giggles. From one of my fav Smith interviews.

i don't think people understand the insane conditions i experienced november 5th 2020 under. it was an out of body experience for a lot of people but for me specifically:

i was working news, in the year 2020. i spent every day looking at the literal horrors and had become a hollowed out shell of myself by the time the election had came around

an early covid infection and probably that fuckshit job gave me a neurological condition where i was unknowingly put on a psychiatric medication without my consent that is jokingly often called DOPE-amax because of how it makes you zooted out. other than being in the hospital for said condition i kept working in said job the ENTIRE summer and fall of 2020, on this medication, ingesting the brunt of the world's news while numbed to the world, stuck in my house because of covid, protest street curfews, and a diuretic medication that made going in the sun difficult so i could barely even go on walks

because of sunk cost fallacy i was one of the few people still watching spn by the final season and actually was caught up and still watched it week to week so i had the CONTEXT when november 5th rolled around

the week BEFORE the election, i had been doxxed by jack posobiec the white supremacist and said news job tried to fire me for it, so i couldnt say anything political online, leading to my only outlet being TALKING ABOUT DESTIEL for days at a time to which said employer spying on my private social media accounts performed a WELLNESS CHECK on me because of the amount of destiel i was posting

the week of the election i was obviously working more than usual while being on call for the election results for days at a time so when a friend said "oh my god check tumblr" my first response was "theres no election results on tumblr"

i was taken off said medication that made me zooted out about a month or so before the election (and being doxxed), so i went into that fateful day with a clearheadedness i had not had in literal months

please imagine experiencing destiel putin election night under these conditions

i’m trying to get out find a subtle way out not just cross myself out not just disappear

(redraw)

thyla actually means dumbass dont tell jim

style experimentation stuffffff

Here's some old artwork of my precious boy, Marsh, struggling with socialising and dissociating, HARD.

You’ll Never Find Me

Dir. Indianna Bell & Josiah Allen

Lucifer: Mc why are you still up?

Mc: I just woke up

Lucifer: and where are you going?

Mc: because someone has forbidden me from keeping drinks and snacks in my room every time I´m thirsty I have to get up walk to the kitchen have to say hello to Beel and then walk all the way back to my room which at this point I´m already awake

Lucifer: you don´t have to say hello to Beel

Mc: I´d rather die then ignore him

Found the VERY first drawings I did for this fanbase 😭 from 2020

Skephalo and rivals duo!!

Anonymous: I can't stop cumming to the thought of filling you up and later when you're about to birth my pups I deny it and fill you again making your pregnancies overlap until your mind is completely broken and I fuck you into a mess

Good thing you can’t stop thinking about it, ‘cause it’s something I like thinking about too~

I’m imagining a big, scary monster with a massive cock - maybe that’s you - filling up an unwilling breeder - maybe that’s me - with pups. You kidnap me to make sure that your pups grow nice and healthy inside of me, bringing me back to your rocky den inside of a cave, and as scared as I am of you, I can’t help but get wet at the knowledge of my body being used.

When my belly is so swollen that I would look more than overdue if I were carrying a human child, I go into labor. You’re alerted by my moans of pain, and take the opportunity to immediately start fucking me again, preventing me from giving birth. I’m begging and pleading for you to let me get your pups out, please, it hurts, please let me give birth - but you refuse to listen, growling as you rut into my wet hole.

You cum inside of me, and I immediately know you’ve just knocked me up all over again, the prospect terrifying but also one that makes me cum explosively, clenching hard around your cock. When you pull out, you pick me up like it takes no effort at all, and then sink me onto a particularly smooth, rounded rock formation that sticks up from the cave floor, making the stone act as a plug that prevents me from giving birth while your next litter is on the way. The thing is too big and I’m too heavy to lift myself off of it, so I’m left in simultaneous pain and pleasure while my middle grows even more.

When I go into labor for the second time, you effortlessly pick me up and again force yourself into me to seed me with another litter. When your hot cum pumps into my womb, my head goes blank as I accept that this is where I am and where I’m stuck, not screaming nor pleading anymore - but it also feels good, and I’m struggling not to admit that as you rail me before sliding me back down onto the stone.

When the third labor comes, though, and you lift me from the cave floor yet again, something inside of my head snaps and my cunt suddenly feels horribly, painfully empty - and I need you to fill me, bless me with your pups, make me as pregnant as you want, keep me pregnant, oh fuck-

You’re all too glad to comply, and your renewed vigor at my obedience just makes me scream and moan even more from the combination of pleasure and pain - though the pleasure far overwhelms what pain is there, and the pain itself is something that just makes me even more wet. With your fourth litter growing inside of me, I’m impossibly swollen at this point, the activity of your previous litters just causing even more sensation, and I can’t help but get wet at the feeling. I soak the ground beneath me as I moan and shift my hips on the stone toy you’ve impaled me on, just trying to get a little more stimulation, my brain entirely melted away in place of my new life as a perpetual incubator.

The pandemic really out here having me think 2020 was 7 years ago

Do I draw my MCD/MYS:ES big booba lesbian villainess again or do I continue to suffer with my brain rot on my lonesome

So uh... any other TSS fans know REPO! The Genetic Opera?

Anyways, after two and a half years I’ve finally finished this comic! Drawing the original 9 pages and then having to re-draw them all took up most of that time lol

Hey guys, sorry, I am too much a mermaid person at heart, I have to make merfolk versions of all my favorite blorbos and comfort characters, It is a curse I bear and must show the world. Yes it went so far that I told my own mother I wanted to drop out of school and go learn how to free dive so I can perform as a mermaid at aquariums and shows. How far did I get? Very wistful thinking. I can sing like a pretty mermaid so I hope that means something. Wait, what was I originally talking about?