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gear au
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Mindless (1) She's sharing her weird thoughts with the bugs :3 Many thanks to those who were at the live drawing/colorization of this n_n
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https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/88928220
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He's trying his best đ Find additional Pokemon comic lore here: https://pinkkecleon.blogspot.com/p/comic-lore.html You can view high resolution pages released early on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/grimart Discord https://discord.gg/ZAzcZkEyMs
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hi dunkaccino
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yknow that one dinosaur movie
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send this wonderful valentine's card to your most beloved one! â„
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Me realizing on august 10th that I was starting to desire an end. and subsequently realizing that I'm going about it the exact same way Seadrive did. i'm okay now btw.
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The Path - Epilouge11 - Ending with bonus arts(18+ warning) (by: FallenAngel) Note: Do NOT post the 2 bonus images from here with the bath and beach (human-focused, anyways, so unlikely to be approved). The Cassandra and Samantha topless drawings are specifically not allowed off of FC according to artist. Admins can verify this if they have an official account at FC.
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Bullet Bullet - Hollywood Undead [link] Okay, sorry-sorry, ah my gawd. I just haven't been able to stop listening to this song since someone on my Livestream showed me it a few days ago, and I just had to draw something to it to get it out of my head. I don't cut, and all that killing yourself stuff is bad. owo Just like, I had to draw a thing to the picture. And I'm REALLY sorry about the horrible anatomy and all that crud. X'D I could have tried, but this was really nothing more then a quick-ish doodle. I haven't drawn a gun in a few years, so my apologies. And I didn't sleep last night, so I'm kinda not caring at this moment about how horrid things are. lol
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From source: Fuck You, Ben Ben is not unscathed, karma always manifests inside his own mind. He promises to be better.
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Comic Ral-sie: The confession ---------------------------------- Spanish version: https://bit.ly/3NCcYmI Video version: https://youtu.be/jKYfJlvoLBg My twitter ^..^ https://twitter.com/CaliLuminos ---------------------------------- Autor: Nulmes Gloom, my husband ^..^ Cartoonist: Me, Caliluminos ^..^
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Clack, Clink. The front doors lock jiggles and clicks against the pressure of intrusion quietly, while the residents. High and resting on the second floor, above the brewing storm beneath. Dual addicts Ferro and Cyan lay blissful in each other's arms, their faces marked with contentment over the path they are heading down together. Beneath them, the lock turns and the door opens. Key taken back from its depths This was no break in. The finely dressed white Verling man, flanked by his towering sharkish Aquilion bodyguard had every right to be here. But a key marked ownership, not invitation. And what would come to pass was about ownership, nothing more. âI think someone is downstairsâŠâ Ferro whispers to their partner as they start to come to their senses. Cyan however, can barely even sit up in his bed before the door into his bedroom swings open. Cyanâs father stood in the doorway, fuming, âI knew I could never leave you to your own devices, Cyanide! The unclean state of this property was one thing. But now I catch you eloping with another man!â Cyan stood up, âThey're not a man and their name is Ferro! You better get used to them cause I plan to keep them around!â Cyanâs father leans in to inspect Cyan. âYouâre on that poison again, arenât you. You never speak back to me otherwise,â He turns his back to Cyan. Propping himself up against the doorway while tilting his head towards his bodyguard, âBring my son, Ducol. Weâll find a way to purge the poison from his head.â The bodyguard grabbed Cyan by the wrist, beginning to escort him out. Ferro went to stop them but before they could tell what was going on, they were layed flat on the floor. Head aching from where the guard hit them, and darkness overcoming their vision. ~~~~~~~~~ The beachhouse overlooking the lake stayed empty for a week. Save for a few visits from a desperate Ferro trying to figure out where Cyan was taken. They eventually found a break. In front of Ferro was the tall iron wrought fence surrounding the boxy concrete exterior of a state of the art rehab facility. Now Ferro wasnât exactly invited, but they would not let that stop them. Paw over paw, feet scrambling to find footholds. They did their best to climb the fence. Their arms scraped against the cold metal as they tried to pass its peak. This was certainly out of their wheelhouse, they were no adventurer. From the top of the fence, they glimpsed Cyan through the second floor balcony of his room. A fire lit up again in Ferroâs chest and they soldered on climbing down the rest of the fence into the compound. Moving up to the wall below Cyanâs room, they whispered, âCan you hear me? Cyan?â No response. It seems that Ferro was to climb a balcony to meet Cyan again, just like the day they met. The wall of the facility proved easier to climb. Decorative grooves on the concrete surface made for easy holds. When they reached the balcony's edge, Cyan was standing right there, as if waiting for them. âHi, FerroâŠâ Cyan said mutely. âCyan, itâs so good to see you!â Ferro quickly hopped over the edge and moved in for a hug, But Cyan held his arm out, keeping them at distance. âWhat are you doing here, Ferro?â âWhat do you mean? Iâm here to rescue you! Weâre going to run off together, right?â Ferro was becoming increasingly confused at Cyan. âFerro, do you remember when I told you I wished I could be clean from Black Powder, but it was impossible for me?â âSure, that was the night after we metâŠâ âI think it might be possible for me to get clean now. I think you should leave Ferro. My father said heâd find a way to tear down the Driftwood if I ever spoke to you againâ Ferroâs confusion twisted at that. Resolving and galvanizing into pure upset anger. âSo what? Youâre just gonna do whatever your father tells you now! They were grasping at anything. âWe could be together Cyan, no matter how brief! Isnât that what we wanted?â Cyan lets out a long sigh. âWhat do you really know about me, Ferro? Cause I donât really know much about you.â Cyans voice wavers a bit, âWhat I do know is you're miserable, just like me. And want to cover that with anything you can. Drugs, sex, anything.â Cyan turns his back to Ferro, âIf we were to just hang out without any of the drugs or bad decisions, would you want to do that, Ferro?â Ferro tripped over their response, âI mean, uhhh-â âLetâs just say what was always unspoken between us,â Cyan wipes his face. âI wanted someone to kill myself with, and it seemed like you wanted the same thing.â Cyan pauses a moment before continuing, âBut itâs different now. Iâm not going to run off with you and overdose like some kind of romantic tragedyâŠâ Ferro was silent for a good long while. The bluntness of the statement hitting them like a ton of bricks. Their anger was fading, replaced with something far more foundational and insipid. Fear. Fear that this was the end for them and Cyan. And a far deeper fear that they would have to die truly and completely alone. They had to say anything⊠âDonât you love me?â Ferro finally muttered. âEnough to tell you no.â Cyan mutters as he walks to the end of the room. Passing through the door and closing it behind him.
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âA new Drug?â Ferro asked, fidgeting nervously on Cyanâs bed. âYeah, I got it while you were out last night,â Cyan smiles his devilish grin. âThey're called âEspershroomsâ, apparently itâs a really strong hallucinogen...â âOhâŠâ Ferro took their shroom and looked at it for a moment. âI guess I don't really have much to lose...â They smiled meekly at Cyan. Who kissed them on the lips before picking up his shroom. âEat up then, Ferro!â Cyan chomped down on his and swallowed. Not wanting to be left behind, Ferro quickly followed suit. The mushroom was small, dry, and didnât particularly taste like much. Like bland earth they swallowed without much effort. They didnât even seem to feel any different right now. If they focused hard on their perception, they could possibly feel a line drawn together between them and Cyan. Like they could sense him their even if their eyes were closed, a real subtle effect. Ferro chuckled, âMan Cyan, these shrooms arenât shit.â Ferro turned to smile at him, but found the bed empty. They were alone. Perhaps Cyan had gotten up and left while they were contemplating the drug's effects. Ferro got up and went to head out of the room, when something caught their attention. The screen door slightly ajar. They walked to the door and peaked their head into the outside world. No sign of Cyan out on the balcony, so instead they let their gaze wander further out, to the soft white sand and small lapping waves of the lake. When a lake had waves, it was a sign that it was truly massive. Truly all encompassing and suffocating. So large you can look out to the water's horizon and see just a dark spot under the surface of the water. A dark spot getting bigger. Moving closer, deadset on Ferro. So far in the infinite tide between them. Yet it was set to find them at some point⊠They had to find Cyan. Find him and get out of here⊠Ferro turned tail and ran out of the bedroom. Down the stairs into the stark emptiness of the living room. They spin their head around desperately, searching. Outside the window the shape loomed larger, a spout of ethereal mist as the mass crested the surface. It wouldnât be long till he reached here. They had to find him and get out. âWhere are you Cyan?â ***** Cyan knew exactly where he was. The all encompassing sealed walls of his childhood estate. Truly empty, cold, and stretching so interminably far, mist forming at the end of hallways. He sat on the floor weeping softly, heâd always know heâd end up here again. His escapes were always temporary, and this time wasnât much different. He wiped his tears down to the prim patterned carpet. He really hoped itâd be this time, this time he had Ferro. Ferro⊠Just then, Cyan spots something out in the mist in the distance. A small furry creature next to the ground, just a simple animal. A rabbit. It was soot coloured, with red eyes. Reminds him of Ferro. Before he could even process what was going on, his body had gotten up and began the chase. The rabbit bolting off down a hallway. Footpads pattered against the cool carpeted hallway, in pursuit. He knew what he and Ferro had wasnât the same as a good relationship. It wasnât even sustainable. They didnât care about each other in the way where they could live happily ever after. But he knew with them, they might be able to do something they were always too scared to go through with. Something that meant they never had to come back here again⊠***** He wasnât here. Ferro had looked all over the house. Perhaps Cyan left like everyone else did. They couldnât even hold on to this, of all things. Not even a relationship, just⊠A promise to destroy themselves together. Something so simple, and so transactional they thought they couldnât possibly screw it up. They looked outside. The darkness was nearly here. They decided they would just stare until it arrived. Ferro was like poison. They hurt anyone who got close enough. Perhaps that was what theyâd do. Standing still, they watched the creature burst out of the water and break through the shore. A giant Black-Whale heading closer. Ferro watched as it tore through concrete and smashed the balcony to bits, until finally swallowing them whole. ***** Cyan chased the rabbit out to the courtyard. And down into a clearing filled with erected stones. Most of the headstones were smaller, but the rabbit jumped onto a large gravestone. A voice booms from behind Cyan, one that sends a shiver down his spine. âYouâve killed everyone youâve ever cared about, Cyanide.â His Father spoke behind them. âPets like that rabbit die from your incompetence. Your mother died from your birth. People tell you itâs not your fault. But you know better...â His father walks past Cyan to lay flowers and the foot of the grave. âYou are poison, Cyanide. Itâs what you do naturally. Perhaps itâs why you were so excited when you found someone so willing and ready to die.â âThat isnât trueâŠâ Cyan chokes out between tears, âFerroâs important to me, I mean. I care for them⊠I think I might even love-â The rabbit hops off the gravestone, running off into the distance. âLove isnât going to change what youâll do to them. What youâve already been doing to them. But if you donât care, run after them. And do what you do best, Cyanide.â Cyan hesitated for a moment. But they couldnât just let them get away. They took off running, the pursuit beginning again. ***** Ferro braced themselves into a ball as they slid down the whale's esophagus. Finally breaking form when they landed against the soft carpeted floor of its stomach. Brushing the slime off of their limbs as they headed to the stomach's door. It opened to reveal the same sight they saw over and over again in their dreams. The plush room with the game table. And the dominoes counting down the days. All Ferro could do was scream. âWhy do you keep showing me this!â They stormed over to the table, planting their hands so firmly that the dominoes shook before stabilizing. âI donât care if I donât have much time left, Iâm the closest I've ever been to happy! I don't want everything to come crashing down again. I just want it to be over, I want to quit while Iâm ahead!â And with that Ferro sweeped their arms across the table, sending all the dominoes flying in the air. ***** The chase was finally over. Cyan had the rabbit cornered against the edge of a massive cliff overlooking the sea. Cyan approached slowly now, âThere there, itâs just me. Iâm here, please come back with me..â The rabbit stared blankly at Cyan before doing something that made his heart drop to the floor. Slowly the rabbit turned away from him. And hopped off the cliff. âNo.â Cyan muttered. He wasnât going to let this one go, not this time. So off the edge he dove as well. The rabbit fell limply, almost indifferent to how they plummeted. Cyan streamlined his body, stretching his body to get close. Reaching his arm towards them, towards Ferro⊠***** The room dissolved away as response to Ferroâs tantrum, and the whale with it. They were alone, deep in the sea. Their first reaction was to scream. Muffled rush of bubbles, almost soundless in that endless void. The crushing weight of the seaâs depth pressed down, the water filling the void of their lungs with searing pain of salted burns, soon to be replaced with numbing darkness. Was this what they asked for? Was this what they wanted? They looked up at the blurry light of the surface so far away. Fading as they did. And then something drifted in front of their view. A paw reaching out for them. It took the last of their strength to reach out to it, to stop themselves from drifting away further. They didnât want to push this one away, not this time. They made contact, grasping so desperately so they might be pulled out. The touch was warm. They hadnât realized how cold they had gotten. And then, just like that⊠***** They were together again. In Cyanâs bed, shivering and holding each other desperately. The sheets were drenched with their collective sweat which matted their fur in messy unkept clumps. Salted tear streaks lay upon both of their cheeks. Ferro just lay there shivering for a while. They stared at Cyan, and found a strange comfort in it. Soon he opened his eyes too, and stared back. Ferro felt their ingrained reaction to look away, but instead got lost in Cyanâs eyes. A deep set sort of peace. Ferro knew what they wanted to say, they understood how they felt. But this moment. This stillness as the storm parted. It was something to be treasured. So the two of them just lay there, being with one another till sleep finally took them.
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âMy life is better now, my life is betterâŠâ The rat-like Verling Ferro mutters a mantra to themselves behind the bar of the Driftwood Inn. It was something they learned during their time in court assigned reintegration therapy. And something they often found themselves repeating during the joyless few months since the trial. The Driftwoodâs welcome chime rang, but Ferro didn't look up. Too lost in their thoughts. Well, the same thought, on repeat, over and over again. âMy life is betterâŠâ âHey Ferro, you in there?â A familiar voice tugs their attention into place for a moment. They looked up to see a face they thought theyâd never see again. âIâm pretty surprised you still remember my name, Beryl.â Ferro eyed the famous paranormal author up and down, trying to find the way they felt about him being back. âWhat? Thatâs crazy Ferro. Iâd never forget you. After all, we spent such a lovely night together.â They looked Beryl in the eye. His honeyed words made it sound like they had something more than just meaningless sex. âI think about that night now and again, youâre really quite adorable, Ferro. Especially when youâre trying to impress someone.â Beryl leaned closer in a way that made Ferro feel... Nothing. They didnât feel anything other than the fact that someone entered their inn. It was the same when Radium came to visit. Life was simply a collection of actions put into a list, devoid of any experience. âWhat do you want, Beryl?â Beryl seemed worried he had offended Ferro. But he decided the best thing he could do was get to business. He started to explain the current investigation he was doing, and Ferroâs mind began to wander. Reintegration therapy had been an ordeal of figuring out every single way Ferro didnât fit, and trying to fix it. It was effective, at the very least. Ferro now kept a consistent sleep schedule. Ate three meals a night. Quit drinking and smoking hashnip too. They were just a regular Innkeeper; they rented rooms to those who came, served drinks, even pointed passing adventurers to places where they could help. Their parents, as rocky as their relationship has been. Would probably be proud that they were finally normal. Profits even improved marginally from their efforts. It was these small joys that made Ferro feel⊠Nothing. Ferro lost their train of thought. They looked around themselves, realising they were walking to a beach, with Beryl at their side. In a small panic, they check the pocket of their apron. Relieved to find the medicine the court assigned to them to lower their libido. It was almost time for them to take it. âSo Beryl, tell me about the place weâre going to?â It wasnât like Ferro was completely in the dark when they zoned out like this. It was more that when they werenât actively focusing on their life, it just passed them by, like a stone rolling down a hill. âUhh, Itâs called Siltcrib. Itâs a paper town on the beach that some people think theyâve visited. You said you had some connection to it, but never explained?â Beryl reiterated. âOh yeah, I used to play in that spot as a kidâŠâ That was as much explanation as Ferro got out before they stopped talking, causing a long awkward silence. â...So, Anomalous areas usually react strongly to people with nostalgic ties to them,â Beryl explains, breaking the silence. âAhh umm. Why do you call them Anomalous? It seems strange. People usually call me something like that...â âOh sorry, I had no clue you were an Anomaly...â Beryl's voice takes on an apologetic tone so strong even Ferro can pick it up. âMy profession has a bad history of being twisted. We started calling places we didnât fully understand Anomalous Zones. Our research was misinterpreted. These places became seen as unnatural and evil. A place where merely spending a night in it could corrupt someone, and drive them to âmadnessâŠâ â Beryl rolled his eyes, âOf course this isnât true, it was just meant to alienate and vilify people like me.â The two of them reach the beach where Siltcrib was said to be. It was just flat grey sand, and a sea that stretches out to the horizon. âBut it didnât end thereâŠâ Beryl continues, âLawmakers whoâve never set foot in an Anomalous Zone in their life found opportunity in it. If they could convince people that all forms of âmadnessâ came from this unnatural source. They could frame their hate policies as âprotectingâ the general populace. So they labeled every neurodivergent, disabled, or otherwise different person as an Anomaly. And Iâm sure you are already familiar with how they limit the life of anyone marked with that title...â Ferro nods, Itâs something theyâve dealt with for as long as they could remember. Their entire life was people telling them they canât be the way they are, and being adjusted until they were acceptable. They eye their medicine in the pocket of their apron. Perhaps they finally succeeded... Ferro wrangled their attention enough to explain their experience, âI used to play with a boy here a lot, The thing is. He wasnât from around the rest stop the Driftwood is part of. Itâs only a few businesses making money off of travelers so-â âI see you got tricked into coming here too, Beryl,â The voice of a confident pure white Verling drowns out Ferroâs. They turn to look at him. He walks with a cane in one hand, smoking a long cigarette in the other. Despite his distinguished dress, his pristine fur reveals his youth. âOh, hi?â Beryl greeted the stranger interrupting their time together, âAnd who are you?â âMy name is Terne, Iâm a fellow paranormal investigator.â He takes a drag from his cigarette, âSorry to say it, but Siltcrib is a complete hoax.â That wasnât true. Ferro was pretty sure they used to know someone from Siltcrib. But by the time they could form a sentence in their head, Terne was already drowning them out. âConsider that only locals talk about this myth, and the only buildings nearby are businesses that would benefit from the tourism paranormal interest brings.â Terne looks at Ferro directly and smiles, âBut look at me blabbing on, I see you brought a lovely partner with you on this investigation.â âOh yes, very lovely. This is Ferro. They run the local Driftwood Inn⊠Huh...â Ferro could see Beryl finally realising how bad this all looked. Ferro had to say something. This new guy was turning him against them very quickly. âBeryl please, I swear to you this all really happened to me-â âWell it's certainly possible, most people experience something strange once in their lives.â Terne jumped to their defense so quickly it caused Ferro to stop in confusion. âTell me Beryl, have they told you more tales of the uncanny when you've asked before?â Fuck. âThey did say their inn was haunted by their aunt when I met themâŠâ Beryl stared daggers at Ferro. Terne laughs, âBeryl please, the haunted Inn is the oldest trick in the book for drumming up business.â âYeah, I should have known better... But they seduced me!â No. No. They didnât use him like that. They would never! They had to explain, but all of this was moving too fast for their clouded mind to keep up with. âBeryl, I-â âI think youâve been manipulated by the Innkeeper enough,â Terne tapped his cane against the sand. âI could use an escort back to town though. My leg is acting upâŠâ Beryl took Terneâs arm, giving him support as the white devil leaned on him. With a grimace Beryl looks back at Ferro, so convinced they had been playing him the whole time. Ferro just stared at them disappearing into the distance for a while. âMy life is betterâŠâ Ferro mutters. It was all so unfair; they knew that was true, but still struggled to feel anything. âMy lifeâŠâ They kicked the sand... Not even rejection could make life more than a list of events. Searching for a spark they once felt, they looked out toward the long breath of the sea. The water rose and crashed in frothing waves, keeping an eternal rhythm that started long before Ferro was, and would continue long after they didnât. They put one footpaw in the water. They were meaningless to it, the water simply moved around their foot. Even in their brief time here, all they would ever be is an obstacle overtaken and enveloped in a moment. Their other footpaw goes into the water. Looking out towards the horizon, it seemed so easy to get lost in the vastness of the sea. They always joked about throwing themselves into it. But what was stopping them now? From swimming so far they couldnât possibly get back, and drowning in a place theyâd never be seen. They took a step, then another and another. Soon they were waist deep. Imagining their arms getting tired from swimming, looking back to a shore that was just a tiny speck. Their lungs would burn as salt water entered it. Drowning would be a painful death, so much sharper than the constant dull ache of being alive. Water would fill their lungs with scorching agony until finally all of that faded, replaced by⊠Nothing... âNo.â Ferro stood in place, feeling a heat they havenât felt for months well up in them. Their entire life had been spent getting swept under a rug, made quiet, complacent, and acceptable. They clenched their fist. âIâm not gonna die the way I lived, dealt with, and out of the way...â Ferro dug into their apron, grabbing the vial of medicine. It was time for them to take it, anyway. They turned themselves back towards the beach, uncorking the vial before stopping themselves. They stared at the open vial of medicine. Assigned to them because their sex drive was deemed too high. They did fuck themselves out of a healthy relationship, before almost fucking themselves into prison. Perhaps they really were a danger to themselves. But was this really the solution? To chemically shear parts of themselves away until they were finally made acceptable? The heat they felt kindled in these thoughts. Flares of anger, frustration, and rejection burned together until they became a roaring inferno of emotion, hot enough to break through their clouded psyche. âFuck thisâŠâ Ferro muttered, fresh tears streaming down their cheeks. It felt almost unfamiliar. They realized it was the first time theyâve cried since taking this medicine. âFuck this world for labeling me an Anomaly. Fuck my parents for never treating me like a person⊠And fuck this stupid fucking poison Iâm forced to drink!â Ferro upturns their medicine, draining it into the vast body of the sea. They stood right there in the stillness of their decision for a while. Before, as if in response, the sound of a massive expulsion of water startles Ferro, making them jump out of the shallows. A giant pillar of displaced water lingered in the air not so far from shore. The pillar dissipated into mist as Ferro eyed an impossibly massive dark shape under the blue. Within a few awe struck moments, the cryptid had vanished back into the depths. âW-was that a Whale!?â
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Random one-off character made for /trash/'s adhg threads
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Sharkrags Cleo, in her canon crazy werewolf state, drawing this just made me feel terrible. See more and support at https://www.patreon.com/watsup/
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fuck my life https://patreon.com/grimart
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Drugs are bad mâkay?
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