Tw: Kidnapping, Non-con Drugging

It's you!

Humans are weird

Art, In any form. What if aliens don't have that creativity in them? Kinda like 'Mars need Moms' the aliens have a very bleak and sad world. So what if they see a human expressing their art, how would they react?

Alien: Human Kevin, what are the strange shapes and colours that you are making?

Kevin: oh it's just a doodle of what I'm feeling.

Alien, taking notes that humans make shapes when feeling their emotions: Interesting..

Doodles of the sigil conversation (Post ASIAS, pre- Hollow Mind)

bbno$ jayvik stream got me acting unwise

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Kiri!!

Shout out to my favorite Avatar charater

Water is like the most difficult thing to draw why did no one warn me

Finally finished. It was pretty fun working with watercolors again 😁

I’ve been enlightened to the wonders of Sally x Wilbur

OHHH MYY GODD ITS SO GOOD

I absolutely adore your work and was wondering if you could do some terrifying monster under the bed protecting a kid from his horrible parents??

tw: child abuse

Child let out a horrified sob and scrambled to slam the door behind him. Tears flooded down his cheeks and they desperately tried to nudge his bookcase in front of the door, hearing the sound of his parents footsteps hammering up the steps.

His father’s violent shouts, accompanied by his mother’s equally as vicious words.

He used all of his weight until they were sure enough the door was covered, before darting over to his bed as bangs resounded against the wood.

“Open the door!” His father screamed, his fists smacking against the wood and shaking it terribly. Child once again fumbled on his feet, knees weak, trying to find someplace to hide.

He could hear the vile promises his parents were making, causing the child deep dispair as he bumped against the edge of his bed and pressed his small hands over his ears, disintegrating into more sobs.

His body ached at the thought of answering to his father’s belt and his mother’s harsh hand, his cheek already stinging from the impact of one of her furious outbursts already.

The door shook and the bookcase wobbled in danger, books toppling onto the ground. Child pinched his eyes shut and begged for anybody to help him, to stop his parents from hurting him. He didn’t want to be hit, or yelled at, or called horrible names.

Something tugged on his ankle and Child’s eyes popped open, lurching away from the bed with a fright. With tear filled eyes, the child looked down in horror to see a hand protruding from under the bed. It was an inky black, so dark you wouldn’t even see it in the darkness.

It was too big for a human hand, and it’s fingers were long, sharp claws, holding out to the child for him to take. Child let out a horrified shriek when the door rattled and almost splintered, the loudest bang of them all piercing through their skull.

Child was paralysed with terror, and when he looked down towards the bed, there seemed to be a darkness oozing from the edges like a fog, and the outstretched hand inched closer towards him.

“Come.”

Child winced at another loud bang, and he didn’t think twice. He clasped the monsters hand in his own as tightly as he could, and gave a surprised yelp when he was dragged under the bed. The carpet rubbed against his skin and he was plunged into a sea of inky black, his heart rate picking up.

He clawed through the air and tried to crawl away, but something large wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled him back, cradling him against something warm and comforting.

“Hush.”

Child whimpered, his eyes darting through the darkness in fear. He could see two bright glowing eyes staring at him in the dark.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

There was a crash and Child almost let out a scream when he heard his parents come barrelling in. Their shouts bellowed and the child buried his head into the huge chest, feeling long arms wrap around him in a comforting manner.

He heard glass shattering and heavy objects thundering against the floor. His parents footsteps hammered against the carpet, and Child gave a trembling whimper when he sensed his father gripping the edge of the bed, and peer underneath.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

The words spilled from his lips and the darkness almost coiled around him protectively, keeping him hidden. His father let out a venomous scowl and smacked his fists against the mattress.

“Little bastard...”

Child expected a hand to grab him by the ankles and drag him out, but to his surprise, his father rose straight back to his feet, like he’d never seen him. The child whimpered softly and a cold claw caressed his cheek, wiping away the flood of tears.

“You’re safe with me, little one,” the monster cooed gently, the darkness flowing gracefully. “Don’t cry.”

Child heard more shouts, but they were considerably fainter. He cracked open an eye and glanced out of from under the bed, unable to see his parents in his room anymore. He sniffled and winced when the darkness around him shifted, curling around his body, guiding him out.

Child clambered out from the ground and shakily dragged himself back onto their feet, scrubbing his face. He turned around to see the claw reaching upward, gently stroking his hand.

“Thank you...” The child breathed, curling his small fingers around the monster’s hand. The darkness leaked out from the edges, and he saw those two eyes appear again.

“I will be here whenever you feel unsafe,” the monster whispered, slithering back under the bed. Child was reluctant to let go of its hand, but it withdrew quickly and left him all alone.

He wiped his nose and scurried off to close his door quietly, grateful for whatever strange creature had made its home underneath his bed.

Arcane oc Ivory! Younger and present day version :) they’re a firelight and an artist who makes prosthetics for a living!

The Scary Lady

My first time trying to draw footprints in gravel ish ground? If you're wondering why they're smudged it's because when Frisk got up they moved the dirt, which was just mainly a little detail for me

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