#I want this drawing injected into my bloodstream

[basslinegrave]

[jiyaneru]

i love, mine mine mine

[autoboros]

Lil redraw because he is all I ever think about 24/7

Plus dumb thing I made

[archersartcorner]

So Starstruck Odyssey grabbed me by the throat and rocketed it’s way to second place campaign for me (TUC still has first in my heart ❤️) but uhm. Can you tell who my favorite character is. It’s definitely not Skip I promise why would you think that-

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

. . . >:3

"Oh, hey! Mind coming over here?"

no no i really REALLY don't mind<3333

[s-sextape]

the hedgehogs have taken over my brain. save meee i barely know anything about sonic….. but sillies….. fun 2 draw…..

[poltergeist-coffee]

*Head poking from the void*

Did I heard 'Etoiles with star earrings'?

Yes, I care about it

And a lot

We need more pacman duo content

Unfortunately this means we have make it ourselves

I have a rule wich I couldn't broke even if I wanted to

If Fantasminha makes an au, I will love it no matter what the au is about

How do you do this? What type of witchcraft is this????

Also, I must say that this drawing of Cellbit's discord saying "enigma?👉👈" Made my day, thank you for blessing us with such amazing drawings

You would really be too powerful if the word hadn't nerfed you

So yeah, as aways, feel free to ramble about any character/dynamic/moment/au that is on your mind and I will happily hear about it:D

- 🍽️

we are the only chefs in this kitchen unfortunately 😔 we try out best

IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY AUS ^w^ THANK YOU PLATE ANON ILUU <33

hehe i’m glad you like the cellbit discord drawing. i’ve actually been thinking about them some more lately. There’s this music video i really love on youtube, it’s called fight song (linked to a cover of it but the og song is in japanese) and i think the main antagonist in the music video is sort of how i’d imagine cellbit discord if they want to be like seen by others or had a more “human”/physical form

^art/designs from the music video!!!

the big guy in the red cloak and all the eyes >:DD i think he’s how i would imagine cellbit’s discord to be like more!! it just finds a random blanket or huge piece of cloth and hides in it so it looks like it has a more human shape and looms over cellbit or anyone while they solve puzzles on the island

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 24]

And it's the last thing he would have wanted her to do :(

Once again, want to draw your attention to the fact that Julith doesn't seem to really care about Joris. She just set him and Bakara free to get hit by lasers and once he told her "I will never allow this to happen" she stopped paying attention.

Like, did her love hinge on the condition he didn't disagree with her or what? I am insane about her various behaviours and weird way of loving (AKA she doesn't really love anyone besides Jahash, and she might not really love Joris that much either. because she's like. known him for a day and 80% of it he called her cringe(because she's cringe))

Man, I know ankama didn't think about this all so deeply. They were like "cool lasers go pew pew pew". But I'm the CEO of caring too much. So I will literally do just that.

Anyway, her parenting style (setting him loose under some deadly lasers) reminds me of Kerubim, except she's doing this on purpose. yaay.

Joris has GOT to be in a literal state of shock and dissociation by now. Not even years of therapy will fix this.

By now he's seen roughly 1000 and 6 people die.

I've seen headcanons of him keeping his mother's cape. And while imagining Joris with a cool cape is nice and all, I really doubt he Would Fucking Do That.

Not because you can get it as a cosmetic item in Dofus MMO (you can, but it's dubiously canon imo). I just think he fucking hates her and wouldn't want that thang in his house.

It's just him VS. her now.

There's a heaviness to this. All of them (save for maybe Lilotte) have the knowledge that whoever hits the Dofus will get exploded together with them. But with the rush of adrenaline, inexperience of everyone involved (only warriors actively think "oh I am going to DIE for real this time"), and the "if we don't act now 1000 people will die" of this situation, I really doubt either of them thought too hard about it all.

But I think that once you're all alone with that thought - and it's obvious that it's you, who will have to do it, it sinks in a little better.

He looks so distraught...

Inside me are two wolves: one of them is saying, "Joris is so brave yet so scared. He knows he will probably not survive this, and he's 10, and, and--" and the other says "JORIS JURGEN SUICIDAL HEROISM MOMENT NUMERO UNO!!!!!"

Both of them are equally insane.

I NEED these frames injected into my bloodstream.

One counterpoint I can think to why Julith is so worried about this despite setting him free to roam under the deadly lasers, is that, as the guardian of the Ebony Dofus, she could simply go "Not that one. let that one live. No, you can kill the blonde that looks like my husband, I don't give a shit about her. But the weird little boy? Don't kill him."

But this is just me trying to fix Ankama's fucky-wuckies with my imagination.

It's jojover. Just completely and irreparably jojover.

This scene always gives me chills, more so than any other insanely evil interaction between Joris and Julith.

There are a lot of ways this scene gets me (imagine me putting on the tinfoil hat from my Aux Tresors kerulou days. I am about to be that insane): The way she envelops him stops any and all movement of him and his Dofus completely, and wipes out all the sound and momentum.

He is completely helpless against how easily she stopped him and took his only way to save everyone from him.

As he falls to the ground, there's a little sense of dreaminess to it — the cape seems far bigger than it should be, the time before he hits the floor seems longer than it should be — and make no mistake, it is on purpose. Seconds before he falls we are shown the floor, and it seems vaguely closer to us at the first glance, than the distance he falls. It's unexpected, it's destabilizing.

It's like he is dissociating, from the horror of not being able to do this.

It's like a nightmare.

And after doing this irreparable evil, and taking his one way of stopping this evil, she looks at him as if he is a tiny, stupid little thing, that doesn't know what it is doing.

As if it's not her fault that his only choice is doing something that will kill him, just to stop her.

And listen. There's guilt too. Because Joris is the one who allowed her to get the Ebony Dofus back. If he survives this and nobody else does, do you think he could ever forgive himself?

She's making him responsible for this.

They will never get to speak, but Jahash is happy, with what Joris has tried to do.

...Unlike Julith, who was reminded of Jahash by Joris's blue eyes, — I bet Jahash thinks they're similar to Bakara's.

There are so many emotions here. He will never get to speak to this man. This man is happy abotu what Joris has done. This man is the reason Joris's life is utterly ruined.

Is Jahash's smile an "I'm sorry that you have to do this, and see this," or "I'm proud of you," or "I wish things were different," or a mixture of all of them?

Joris will never get to know.

He saw something in her that other people didn't see.

She never really wanted to be a "butcher". Even if she could not overpower that destiny, — after Bonta took away her entire family and future, may I add, — the fact that she tried to begin with is saying a lot.

The look he gives her is something between "please don't prove me wrong" and "this isn't you".

I think she realizes now that there is no future where she, Jahash, and Joris are together and happy.

Four lives, in three generations of this family, ruined and uprooted and destroyed, because of some petty politics that were happening behind their backs.

I truly despise Bonta.

It's quiet. The only sound is his own heartbeat. Nothing seems quite real. He can barely believe that maybe she will stop this madness herself.

There is only one kind of reunion that they may have.

No matter how much she wanted a happier ending.

[rius-cave]

You started appearing ALLLLL OVER my fyp! So I decided to ask a Q, (it's not a request btw but u can draw it if it motivates you.) Ahem, I kinda wanna see some Adam angst, why? Cause.. yes. Anywho I had a random idea of like, how would luci react to seeing Adam having a breakdown about his life? I mean I assume Adam might have some self hate and might question everything that is happening in his life right? So I wonder how luci would comfort Adam in said situation. (Also I tend to be the one answering questions for people since im also a artist and idk if i should post on this app- and so this is my first time ASKING so I'm really excited!! Your arts so good keep it up!)

*rubs my little sinner hands together* HO-HO! Welcome, friend! Thank you for asking! I love Adam angst I inject it into my bloodstream every day.

At first, Adam is just fucking pissed at EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. Lucifer especially, of course. At first, he doesn't even take responsibility, of course. I'd like to think Adam would go through the five stages of grief basically lol. He's in denial, absolutely can't believe it, thinks he'll go back to heaven any second now. He's a prick, he doesn't take anybody's help and flips everyone off, saying he doesn't need any redemption. Then he gets even more angry, like I said, especially at Luci, he's whining and kicking and blaming everyone for his destiny. Then he finally accepts either having a deal with Lucifer, or going to the hotel to try to find some communication with heaven so they can get him out of there. That doesn't work of course, so now his only option is to try and get redeemed. Oh the irony. But then, at night, when no one's looking, he just fucking stands there and thinks about everything that's happened to him. Yes, he is still angry and blames everyone else, but the thought that maybe, just maybe, this might all be his fault, is starting to creep into him. This makes him depressed to no end, but he tries to hide it from the rest of the hotel.

This is when Lucifer notices that he's going through a bad time, and yes, he scolds him some more. But also I think he'd try to get a page from his daughter's book and, begrudgingly, tries to cheer him up and encourage him to give redemption a real try (he was only half assing it until then). He tries to talk to him about the time they spent in Eden, before Lilith was even created. I like to think they had a little bit of a friendship back then, or at least, Lucifer could see some positive attributes in him from afar. He tells him that he just needs to try, and listen, and that soon, he'll understand why these sinners have formed such a tightly bonded family.

Obviously he doesn't exactly change his ways right away. It takes time, effort, a lot of patience, but he starts seeing how caring, fun and good everyone really is. He doesn't realize it, but he wants some of that too, even if he might relapse again and again.

[skully-drawls]

HI HELLO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE LITERWLLY MY FAVORITE PIZZA TOWER ARTIST I AM SO OBSESSED AND NOEMAL ABOUT THE WAY YOU DRAW THE CHARACTERS I LOVE YOUR NOISE AND PEPPINO SO SO MUCH ESPECIALLY YOUR NOISE AND HOW YOU DRAW AND CHARACTERIZE HIM IM SO NORMAL IM SO NORMAL I WANT TO PUT YOUR ART IN A BLENDER AND INJECT IT DIRECTLY INTO MY BLOODSTREAM I WANT TO PRINT IT AND PUT IT ON MY WALLS I AM SO. SO. NORMAL.

OH GOSH! TEXT ATTACK!!! I am really glad you like my work gosh! ; w; It really does mean a lot that you went out of your way to send me this lovely lil message! THANK YOU!!!

I hope to put more art up soon ohohohoho!! But thank you really, it was a mood lift to read this! ; w; <3 <3 <3

[yeyinde]

So with Christmas right around the corner I had this Price thought and wanted to share it 😂 MC's callsign is Wisp (comes from the will-o'-the-wisp legend. there's a whole story behind it lol)

Anyway...

Gaz's leg bounced incessantly under the rickety metal table as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. Wisp smothered her objection with a sip of her offensively sweet coffee and scanned the bustling food court. Multicolored bulbs hung over their heads, the tinsel catching the light and giving the shopping mall a cheerful atmosphere.

Ghost must be miserable.

"Any movement yet?" The crackle of Price's gruff voice in their ears had Gaz jolting, banging his knee against the underside of the table.

"Not yet," she huffed. The ceiling of the food court was open, allowing patrons to see the crowds wandering about on the floor above. She flickered her eyes up, catching a glimpse of who she thought was Price doing his best not to look like he was pacing.

"Hey, Wisp?" Soap cut in, a hint of mischief in his voice. She casually turned her head, easily finding Soap's iconic mohawk as he strolled past the line of families waiting to visit Santa.

"Don't even start, MacTavish," she chuckled, glancing at Gaz who wore a curious expression.

"What? Ya don't wanna sit on the big guy's lap?" Soap teased. His smile was radiant even from a few dozen feet away. She glanced up at the general area Price should've been to find him leaning against the transparent railing, lazily scanning the crowd below. A wicked smile spread across her face.

"Please, I don't need Santa," she scoffed, staring holes into the side of Price's face until he met her gaze, "I already sit on a bearded man's lap and tell him what I want."

Even a floor below him, she could see Price's eyes widen, making his bright red cheeks that much funnier. She glanced in Soap's direction to find him frozen in place, lashes fluttering in disbelief as he tried to smother a grin. Poor Gaz looked like he might pass out from his desperate attempt to keep from laughing too loud and drawing attention to them. Even Ghost, who was wandering around outside the mall, was laughing in their ears.

"I'd kill a man to see Price's face right now," Ghost rumbled, his voice light and playful in a way he only allowed his team to hear.

"Mm, the decorations are a pretty good comparison," she mused, meeting Price's heavy stare head-on. He tried to exude his typical air of a stern commanding officer but he looked far too flustered for it to hold up. She wanted to kiss his adorable, red face.

"Careful, love, only good girls get what they want," Price hummed, sounding far more put together than he looked. His voice was dark and heavy with lust, a predatory growl that made her want to fidget in her chair.

"Okay, stop it," Gaz pleaded, half-heartedly kicking her shin under the table, "it's like listening to my parents." Gaz shivered and she caught the echo of Soap's laugh somewhere over her shoulder. She smiled to herself, her skin prickling under the weight of blazing blue eyes pinning her in place from above. Meeting his stare felt like a heat wave rolling over her skin and she knew one thing for sure.

Price would always give her what she wanted.

I'm so unsure about writing for COD 😬 also I hope you don't mind me sending this in. I love your blog 💕

ONLY GOOD GIRLS GET WHAT THEY WANT?? shut up!! I'll need 8k of this injected into my bloodstream, thank you very much!!!! 😳

And I love this!!!! You should def write for cod!! This was soo good 🖤

[awwsd]

Death Fanart part 2: The show!!!

A sequel to this post. Again, she doesn’t suffer from ‘type one’ as much. But there are. Some. So anyway heres some fanart !!!!!

This drawing by illustra.bruno, every single time someone draws show!death in the comic style I giggle and kick my feet and 19 years get added to my lifespan.

2. This lovely piece by @ square cloud, the colors r so soft and I love how the art makes reference to both the show and comics, while still maintaining a unique style!!!

3. Muzenik_’s style makes her look so ethereal n unique while still looking like her actress a lil!!!

4. They are sillies and now I crave a Cartoon Network spin-off where the endless work in an office or smth

5. This is everything to me actually and I’ll never be normal again! Give death a jacket 2023

6. Her hair!!!! Her smile!!! The flowers!!! I’m!!! Gah!!!!!

7. Love this one, which again is reminiscent of the comic’s art style and y’all already know I go insane over drawings w texture.

8. I want this in my room and as a sticker on my water bottle and the first thing I see when I wake up.

9. @ romyjonesdraws, I have never considered the gold ankh but now I can’t stop Considering it.

10. And of course my all time favorite by @ missbliss1294. Genuinely don’t think anything will be able to top it everything about it is perfect and I’d like to inject it into my bloodstream.

I have absolutely zero ability to be normal about death and my brain will explode when season 2 comes out 😊👍

[cactuseri]

saw this and wanted to make my own post real quick bc i’ve gotten some questions abt my art before & now that i feel a bit more secure in my style i thought i’d give a few tips to anyone who wanted that :)

first i have to address how the submission is phrased: i'm sorry & i know no one wants to hear this but “keep practicing” is not a platitude that is always going to be the best advice 😭 the real question is:

how do you make practice fun?

1. challenge yourself in a way you find enjoyable/fulfilling :)

i liked doing things like art prompts from inktobers, and to draw comics of the stories i wrote, but mostly the answer for me was “set random number goal, meet random number goal, inject the validation from completed goal directly into my bloodstream, repeat.”

i worked on things kind of systematically, which just made my brain happy; i spent one summer when i was 14 doing nothing but drawing 10 full bodies a day, all with references of course. did the same throughout the fall with hands, then eyes, then expressions, then clothes, etc etc. it always had to be 10 diff angles and positions.

i did a repeat of this 10-drawings-of-10-angles rule throughout quarantine in 2020. failed all my online classes cuz i was drawing 6-10 hours every day and ignoring my homework but still passed the year in the end 💀 i got the idea from yumeii-art; it's been over 7 years since, so idk if i remember right, but she had given a similar rule of thumb as a response to someone's question about drawing without a reference, i think.

is this the Best path? probably not, idk. and it definitely lead to awkward phases where i was much better at drawing bodies than faces, for example — but it worked for me. i liked breaking things down like that, it felt more manageable.

the other number goal was. in 9th grade i saw this post:

and i was like. y’know what? yeah. i keep feeling bad abt my art, how about i put that feeling on pause until after i’ve filled 14 sketch book. i hope this user knows i owe all my achievements to the phrase “fill 14 sketch book” powering me through years of depression and art block.

so i did fill 14 sketch book!

i met that goal between ages 14 and 19. obv this doesnt include the doodles on my homework, on other random surfaces, or the ~150 digital artworks i’d done in that time, so maybe it was more like 16 sketch book? but that doesnt matter, i had 14 labeled & organized sketchbooks that were full, and i did feel better about my art by then. this was my anime training montage. this was 90% of my improvement. this was the best art advice i’d ever gotten.

so i guess what made art the most fun to me was numbers? which sounds lame but i guess since i’m competitive & love competing against myself the most, it just worked for me.

comparisons, with 2016 on the left and 2020 on the right:

(the new sketches are still rough and lack some detail ofc but i have terrible ADHD and always found it hard to sit down and keep working on a sketch once it was “done enough” — for some reason i dont rlly have the same impatience with digital art & have less of a problem completing pieces on my ipad now) (the point is. 14 sketch book level complete. 1000% worth it)

then my 2021-2024 improvement, when i had bought my own ipad and again spent most days drawing instead of doing my schoolwork (i.. did end up failing that first year of uni):

2. try out different mediums aimlessly!

what i mean is just go ham with some charcoal or whatever you have on hand, without the determination to Make It Good. i can’t say if this helped my actual art get better but what it did do was keep the joy of it alive & i had fun which lead to more practice & therefore improvement. color pencils weirdly were my favorite. hell, my school had us do a project with linoleum printing (is that how u spell it idk) and it gave me months’ worth of art inspo.

i also recently got a gift card for a stationery store and got some nice markers and those also gave me a ton of motivation. markers r good

3. if u do digital art, find ur fave brush; it will be ur familiar ur trusted companion ur lover in a past life

for lineart i mostly use the IGB office pack, favorite ballpoint. you’ll have to buy & download it online tho i think it was like $7? but yea it was worth it. (i did a lot of work with the gesinski ink brush in past years but i think it’s a bit too “sharp” now)

but also go crazy try them all it’s fun!

4. in my opinion it’s fine to do redraws of ur fave artist’s work now and then — as long as u keep it to urself and dont take credit for it

i’ve had ppl ask to use my art as a ref and my answer is always Not Sure Why You’d Want To Bc It’s Not All That, But Yes Of Course. as u can see most of my 2021 work was redrawing panels of the “gangsta.” manga; it didn’t even end up influencing my style much, my style was already based on all the manga shit i drew at 13, but it was the only thing i was motivated enough to draw at the time, and it was valuable practice.

art teachers still stress that the best reference is to draw from life & yeah thats true maybe but idc sometimes ur just not feeling that! so mix it up, whatever works. obviously respect it if an artist says not to reference their work and don’t only reference ur art from one artist but generally i think it’s harmless.

especially when there’s a specific thing an artist does very well that’s hard to find other examples of; personally i was fighting for my life trying to find how to best translate references of dynamic movement into art of dynamic movement. and i think the bnha mangaka does this wonderfully so i often referenced thise action panels as practice. and i think it helped loosen up my art style. (and… i was extremely ridiculously mentally ill about hawks so that…. contributed…. my fave ask to date is still the person who clocked hawks as my old fave character based purely on how i draw eyes 😭😭)

tracing is a diff conversation and my advice there is it is not actually helpful and it's. idk it feels very Against Artist Code. sometimes, and i havent done it in a couple years, but if a piece REALLY isnt working i've done the thing where u trace the general movement of a pose then go from there but i've never posted completed works where i used that method bc it felt wrong. but yeah that's a separate thing that i don't wanna go too deep into

5. another fun thing that motivated me to practice was doing speedpaints!

if you draw on procreate, it's probably set up automatically already. i don't have the storage to record everything, but when i do have it on, the knowledge that i'll have a speedpaint of the finished piece pushes me to put the last necessary touches on it. (if you'd like to see some of my speedpaints i have a few on my instagram)

some more technical advice:

1. flip your canvas flip your canvas flip your goddamn canvas i KNOW it hurts i KNOW it’s like ripping off a bandaid that’s superglued to ur skin i know but YOU HAVE TO FLIP YOUR CANVAS

(when i didn’t have an ipad i’d do this by taking a picture of the drawing on my phone and flipping the image in the photo app)

IT IS THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD AND IM NOT ASHAMED TO ADMIT I’VE RAGE QUIT SOME PIECES OVER SEEING THE CANVAS FLIPPED BUT LOOK AT THIS ART BEFORE AND AFTER I’D FLIPPED IT AND FIXED HOW WONKY IT WAS: desaturated so tht the colors dont distract so much

like it's the BEST and honestly often the ONLY way you're going to catch things that were off/out of proportion/etc. flipping your canvas gives your brain a "new eye" and it's invaluable.

2. until you have color theory figured out…. i honestly depend on adding layers and setting them to color dodge, divide, multiply, overlay, etc…. i am cheating, perhaps, but it works

3. this is how i draw front-facing noses because it's what a czech woman in an extremely bad mood taught me in a cramped overheated stuffy classroom in germany when i was 12

it was our only meeting but she changed my life. i do not know how common this method is but it's possibly the only thing i can concretely give you a tutorial for. after a few times you won't need to do step 1 anymore

anddd i think that's all the advice i have that wouldn't be a repeat of every other art advice thing you've seen. i do know it boils down to "keep practicing" but again you won't get around that, and i just hope that concretely showing what's motivated me might help motivate someone else.

as an ending note, please take this sentence that motivated me just as much as the 14 sketch book rule: (via graveweaver, author of the webtoon "i'm the grim reaper")

[quietwings-fics]

Bark and Bite

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Simm!Master & OC - Even) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Major Original Character(s), Biting, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Teeth, The Master (Doctor Who) Being a Bastard, Post-Season/Series 04, Ambiguous Relationship, Alternate Universe, Nonbinary Character Wordcount: 943 Part 9 of 11089/Even Fics Summary:

What happens later.

Self-preservation is the name of the game.

Self-preservation is the raw gum on the left side of their mouth that they can’t keep their tongue away from. It still tastes like iron, but their blood isn’t staining the teeth they still have anymore. It aches in the way all broken things do when they want attention and will never be satisfied by what’s given. They wiggle their tongue in the hollow again.

“There. Finished.” What’s between his fingers, bordered by nails kept immaculate and skin rough and peeling from the cold air that’s leaking in, is a tooth.

It’s also a suicide pill. It’s a gift.

There are worse fates around them than death here. Self-preservation takes new forms. It’s a choice they’d rather have then avoid looking at until it was too late.

They don’t take his gifts before asking how they work. They’re smarter than that. Or, at least, they know him better.

“And how do I keep that in my mouth without cracking it open on accident when I’m eating?” He draws the tooth, passably natural but veined with gleaming technology, back into his palm and closes his fist around it.

“Maybe you put it in, and it injects a toxin into your bloodstream instantly,” he suggests. They trail their hand along the cold console. Poor defective thing. She struggles to carry them where they need to go, and she can’t keep her own heart warm, let alone them.

“How does it work, Master?” they ask again. He likes hearing his name follow a question. He likes his threats being ignored less so.

“You clench your jaw,” he says, annoyed, “and push it. It’ll hurt, it’ll pop, and then…”

“It’ll hurt more?” they guess.

“You’ll be dead soon. Does it matter what happens in between?” It does. He could have made it painless. “If you don’t want it…” His palm opens wide, and the delicate tooth rolls down like he will let it fall to the floor. They move faster than they think. They catch the tooth against his hand.

They don’t like touching him. It always feels like there’s something more moving under his skin, something that grasps at their curled fingers and reaches into their cells until they drag their hand back. His expression hasn’t changed, but they’re grimacing and they hate it. Their face melts back to something safe and blank. “I want it.” The tooth is warm where it sits in their fist, and they aren’t thinking about that.

“Put it in, then.” There’s an awful smugness radiating from him. They almost want to try, but they don’t want to die here. Not this frozen TARDIS, not with him, not on this moon so small it isn’t named beyond numbers — none of that matters. They don’t want to die here, inside of it all, where time echoes back and forth until even someone- something like him can barely stand it at the loudest places. They didn’t come all this way to die in another cage.

They will die somewhere that death matters. That’s all they want.

So, they don’t struggle with the tooth and put their own life in danger like a fool. They let him take it back, and if he takes the chance to kill them, then at least he is something that can change and live and escape. If he kills them, he takes them with him, whether he wants to or not. And if he is ever free-

He tries to touch their jaw, and they recoil.

“I have to hold your mouth open to get it in,” he lies. They bare their teeth, nothing special, nothing particularly sharp about them. He’s hesitating all the same.

“Take your chances,” they say.

If they are crossing this channel together, then they want to be able to sting him.

They open their mouth for him. They reveal their missing canine, waiting for its replacement.

They feel his fingers against their lips and teeth. They hurt where they press against their gum. He tilts their head with a little pressure to see the empty space better. They stay still. Their breath fans out across his hand.

It hurts. They inhale sharply. Metal, not bone, digs into their gum. It pierces through and burrows until it’s secure. Their gum bleeds again.

His fingers rest against their lower set of teeth. He’s surveying his handiwork.

They close their mouth around the tips of his fingers. He barely has time to react and yank them back. They still catch the skin at the edges, digging in until blood spills out and the rest of his fingers come out scraped pink and raw. They lick their lips. Their new tooth, battered by the sudden movement, doesn’t break, doesn’t kill them.

“You bit me!” he snaps. They brace themselves against the console, but all he does is hiss and retreat.

“I did!” His blood doesn’t taste like theirs, not exactly. They resist the urge to touch their new tooth. That feels too much like tempting fate. “How does it look?” He glares at them, bloody fingers held to his chest. Really, it was only a nip. They barely tore the skin off. They could do worse.

He would know. He would…

They don’t want his blood in their mouth, suddenly. There’s too much of it. They spit, but the taste lingers.

It’s futile. He made the tooth. Part of him, lodged in them, poisonous. Death preserved inside, like a bullet, or like a moment, the seconds wrapped around a shove from surprise to terrible impact to puddling blood below a still body. He made this.

Even asked for it.

(Enjoyed it? Any interaction is welcomed. You can even support me on Ko-Fi <3)

[rui-drawsbox]

The way you draw the dragon man is adorable I want to snort him and inject him into my bloodstream

Yea its like that sometimes

[lillystarshine]

I want to inject this ship into my bloodstream. /hyperbole (Also, this drawing is the perfect size for phone wallpapers, so this is free to use as a phone wallpaper.)

❤~ (ɔˆз(ˆᵕˆc)