felt the need to share my vision
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I love just
making unnecessarily complicated designs LMAO
IDK if I'll draw them much, but it tickles my brain in a good way, the amount of detail does.
Also, I mentioned when reblogging a Hades 2 post that I love love LOVE witch/whimsigoth aesthetics? Yeah well thats basically my Undertale AU JHDSGHFSDHGSDJH
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i've had this WIP sitting in my procreate for like ... two months what did i even think was funny about it
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ok yeah my queer ass is going insane rn
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personal hc: golden arm isn’t going to be gabriel’s literal arm. instead it’ll be a hand-holding mechanic (a la little nightmares 2)
something something orpheus and eurydice idk
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.... I'd be insufferable if I had a dick
I wanna fuck the meat.
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a little silly thing i drew at school
i keep thinking of an au where buzz buzz doesn't die cuz like... I really like him and I wished he stayed longer
guh it's been a while since i played earthbound might replay it soon
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Don’t know why, feel like Whitney has a thing for glasses, what to call it. a kink?
Just sees you walk in in math class one day, looking.. different than usual. Fucking slut, did you change your hairstyle, clothes or something? No, their eyes immediately zoom in on your face, realizing what it is, your eyes framed behind glasses.
Heart rate picking up slightly at the sight, fists clenching and unclenching, trousers feeling uncomfortably tight beneath the desk. Shifting their position a tad bit to ease the growing boner in their pants. Fuck, you’ve made them stupidly hard now.
Because you look nice. Sophisticated. Clean. Professional even..? Something meant to be.. ruined. Meant to be fucked.
Fantasizes about that cute face of yours, flushed up and panting, glasses still on, just a bit cracked and tilted from their treatment. Cum splattered all over the plastic material, dripping over your skin and onto your parted lips.
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In A Crowd of Thousands
He stands straight as a king, expression jovial as he waves to the fervent public chanting his name. The crowd is full of smiling faces. All beaming sunflowers turned towards the sun that is Homelander. The shining beacon of the American spirit. Chosen by God. Vought's golden boy. Everyone beams up at him. Faces full of adoration and cheer.
All except yours. You don't smile. Your expression is cold with dead eyes and gaze level. It makes Homelander recall the first time he'd spotted William in a crowd after all those years. He had the same hardened look. A look that said, I know who you really are.
Inwardly, he scoffs. No one knows the real him.
Idly, Homelander wonders who he killed to earn him such a look from you. He makes certain to meet your eyes as his charismatic smile twists to a smirk.
You notice. He can see how your chest tightens with the sudden inhale you take, even from his spot on stage. Homelander inclines his head as you step back, melting into that sea of adoring fans.
He blinks, losing track of you in the sea of swimming faces. Another blink and its skeletons with his x-ray vision, but that's more confusing with such a crowd. Homelander shifts, turning his gaze to another section of the crowd as he waves. His smile is fixed in place.
He knows your face and that will have to do for now.
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