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Sad that people don't accept what I do as werewolves just because I draw them boofy and kind.
Like.. There's more than just ferocious, blood dripping, snarly bois.
Just honestly sad.
From ch. 129 😳
"Steam warmed his face, giving it a rosy glow. His long hair and lashes were shimmering black and dripping wet. He felt that thin silver chain on his chest; at the end of the chain there hung the diamond ring."
#TGCF #天官賜福 #천관사복 #HeavenOfficialsBlessing
Collie wearing shoes so he won't be tripping, and he wearing a coat so he do be dripping 😳
🎨 by @Stride_Or_Die
reupload cuz i had to change somethin
also they do be dripping
#glattfanart #jschlatt #jschlattfanart #ghostburfanart
#mspaint
The panel on the left was from chapter 9, where one of Seungho’s companion was watching Nakyum paint. It shows his a$$ dripping after him & SH did it. Now I know the significance of it. It shows SH never cared for anyone aside from Nakyum, where he secretly cleaned him up. ALWAYS
Lots of our foliage has gotten a make over in the Singing Canopy, including the Rainbow Bromeliads and Dripping Orchids! What are you eager to discover on Maravilla Island? 📸
#indiegame #indiedev #madewithunity #gamedev #gaming #photographygames
@TheSphereHunter I feel like everyone's getting caught up in the horny, but forgetting that this is RE. She's not gonna turn into something cool. She's gonna be leaking flesh and spewing bone. Dripping in sewage and goop. It's not gonna be pretty.
Stream art (I coloured it off stream)
This is not as cool as I had imagined lol
#commissionopen #illustration #drawing #artistsontwitter #artist #art #yashaart #splatter #bloodspatter #animegirl #woman #blooddripping
And with this, the pact is fullfilled, for she now be dripping too.
#絵フブキ
"Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.”
#Fairytaletuesday
I was hellbent
on becoming
the me that was,
carefree
as the wind
that never visits twice,
forgetting
to look
into my own eyes
to see a warmth
of summer's dawn
still dripping
in coffee irises,
the inner me
beautiful
as the me that was.
#SlamWords #43rdEdition #encore #SlapDashSat