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I need some extra money so I’m opening up commissions! Dm me if interested, payment accepted via PayPal.
(One of the price sheets got cropped by tumblr, click on the image to see the full list of prices)
Feel free to look through the #my art tag on this blog for more examples of my art style; I haven’t posted art on here in a while, so a few examples of my recent style are under the cut:
you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers
get creatured idiot
oh thank fuck i thought i was never gonna get creatured
![kimclitsuragi:
“[Image text: The protagonists of the last three things you read/watched/ played are the members of your zombie apocalypse team.
How screwed are you? /end ID.]
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[Image text: The protagonists of the last three things you read/watched/ played are the members of your zombie apocalypse team.
How screwed are you? /end ID.]
as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.
every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.
until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.
imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet
WHAT
kill the person you reblogged this from with one of these actual warrior cats deaths
crushed by a tree because god disapproves of their actions
sudden rat pack attack
smited by god
vaguely canon meteor strike
impaling a mountain lion while falling to your death
engulfed by a swarm of teenagers
gutted by scourge warrior cats and dying 9 times
sacrificing themselves to permanently remove an incel from the world
the authors forgot to kill them so now they exist in a state of purgatory
greencough
I’ve never been afraid of the ocean.
(Based on a dream I had about a creature that survives by connecting to undersea internet cables. Happy Halloween!!)
‘Top’
I hope they start having better sex, what a shame
me and my friends praying for better gay sex in the vatican
From my experience what these people actually want is confirmation that their experiences were normal and correct and that it's the world that has gone wrong. That's why confronting them with the fact that actually how they were treated was literally abuse makes them so upset, they don't want to acknowledge that they were (and often still are) victims of people and systems outside their control. They were raised with the mindset that to admit something hurt you was a weakness. They were raised to believe that suffering through hardship silently is a sign of good character and strength. They want to be praised for being so strong, not sympathised with for being so hurt, they just don't know what to do with that massive shift in perspective
