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Trotting into the fray, a hero to the citizenry in times of need! It's (ex-) Victorian Mounted Police Officer Graniiiiiii!
#ArknightsFanArt
Plz take this old SkwisTok WIP that's been rotting in my files 😖 #NSFW
This was rotting my brain all night I had to do it [#owarinoseraph #seraphoftheend]
@TheWolfFang1 May I and Elsif can enjoy a good trotting or a lovley 69 and both are knotted 👀
#bnha harry potter au sketches.. this au is rotting my mind
Botanical illustration and the park; Bog trotting for orchids, by Grace Greylock Niles, 1904, BHL/NYBG, https://t.co/BLcO0tWoeB #botanicalillustration
okay hey is my brain rotting or this yohei guy from paradox live lowkey looks like toshiya
@thatbuggybee You'd stink, too, if you worked with rotting corpses, all day
Look what I found rotting away in my computer! Back when I was trying to draw without the outlines.
#JujutsuKaisen x #sakuatsu crossover!
In other news I’ve been brainrotting over gojo and satosugu for a whole week send help
Trotting Zagreus' little bi ass into his room to gaze upon my wall scrolls after I lose a run:
"Alone in a rotting world, without master or friend."
(I added some details to it since the last time)
CW// Light Gore, Horror, Undead
The Undead of Edenvale:
Undead are always unwilling, souls trapped within rotting bodies causes unknowable amounts of pain. Killing them is a total mercy, but unable to control themselves they wind up killing others. Sometimes easy to dispatch...
Uh, I'm Oliver and uh..I usually just draw whatever pops up in my rotting brain 😳 but yes I like the block men alot ^^
#myctartistappreciation
@tricksterair me, a year ago, oblivious: here’s my main girl, the love of my life, my perfect daughter, and here’s her husband
me, now, rotting brain: here’s my boy, my son, my absolute little shit whom i love, and his wife
my other 50 OCs that i haven’t drawn in years:
@sarahnatochenny That happy face, those murderous red eyes, the smell of rotting flesh and just a cheerful positive attitude!
Feral hearts and skin like quartz
Carving scars like watering flowers
Rotting away in the prison of one’s own blood
🥀