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Idk what the black bar is. Thanks instagram
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Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
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Art is my passion 💖🎨 #securitybreach
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4 minutes using my finger to draw on my phone later....
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He just wanted his keys ;-;
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He just wanted his keys ;-;
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Do you remember being born?
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Listened to Cradles. Had a breakdown. Here's Phantom Arlo
#my artwork#traditional art#original character#reblogs > likes#arlo smith#fnaf 3 inspired#phantom arlo#tw body horror
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Colored Springs! Ignore Metal Bender on the side there
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(Sorry on mobile so no read more)
Dust danced in the light filtering through the blinds covering sliding glass doors. The coffee pot gurgled lazily in the background as Tess pulled a pan from the cabinet and turned a stove eye on with a flick.
She periodically glanced out of the corner of her eye to her house guest. The Beast had taken to running a hand across the floor, feeling the difference between the rug, hardwood, and kitchen tiles with each sweep on his hand. His fascination with the different textures of the floor was almost cute.
The thought was quickly shut down at the sound of one of his claws scraping a tile.
The Beast yanked his back and cradled it to his chest as if he'd been stung. He glared at the ground as if it were to blame, visable eye narrowed and his lips turned into a pout.
Okay, still kinda cute. She laughed through her nose and shook her head. The Beast shot her a petulant look and slinked into the hallway out of sight. Tess poured the steaming coffee into a mug slowly and kept her ears peeled for any troubling noises.
She looked at the thawed package of bacon she had taken out of the freezer the night before.
Would the Beast eat meat if she cooked it? The sinew she saw stuck between his teeth the night before had given more insight to his diet than Tess was ready (or willing) to learn. Her main concern was the bacteria, but would it matter to him?
Did he hunt his food or scavenge it?
Had he ever eaten pork before?
Maybe he had eaten boar before, that was the same thing, right?
Right?
Did boars even live around here?
Was she overthinking this?
What if there where preservatives in the bacon that would make him sick?
She was definitely overthinking this.
Sighing, she turned the eye off and grabbed a pair of scissors off the drying rack. She pursed her lips as juice leaked from package and on to her hands.
"Hey, Beast!" Tess raised her voice slightly as she tossed the scissors in the sink.
The Beast popped his head around the corner with an irritated expression.
"C'mere, try not to throw it all up."
She gingerly placed each strip of bacon on a plate, noise scrunching up in distaste. Tess crouched and held the plate to him, "Eat up, dude."
The Beast stared at her with no comprehension on his face.
"What am I doing? You aren't a dog," she chastised herself.
Tess remained low to the ground as she moved forward and tried again. He leaned forward and sniffed, but made to move to eat.
"Seriously? It's dead, raw, and gross. You love that stuff."
He flinched at the harsh tone of her voice. Tess felt a pang of guilt.
"Uh, sorry...." she rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. "Didn't mean to snap at you."
Tess softened her voice and tried again, "Here, Beast. This is yours. I got it for you." She placed the plate on the floor and push it toward him. "I won't take it from you, honest. All yours, B-man."
Tess frowned. B-man? "You need a normal name, dude."
The Beast's hesitation broke and he snatched up a few slices and shoved them into his mouth.
Tess wrinkled her nose. "Ew."
Atleast he was human enough to chew with his mouth closed. Mostly.
He paused at the sound of her voice, a fistful of meat halfway to his mouth. He looked back and forth between his breakfast and Tess as he seemed to contemplate something.
To her surprise and disgust, the Beast thrust his hand forward and offering the raw meat to her as it dangled just inches away from her face.
"Um, no thanks. Like I said, all yours pal," she replied in the most polite tone she could muster.
The Beast looked genuinely confused as Tess gently pushed his hand away from her. Then he simply shrugged as if to say, "more for me", and continued to eat.
Tess groaned as she pushed herself to her feet. Holding her hands in front of her as if she were a surgeon, she jogged to the sink and scrubbed her hands vigorously.
The magnitude of his gesture wasn't lost on her. The man had been living like an animal for God knows how long. And animals usually weren't too keen on sharing food.
Did this mean he trusted her? It was more likely that he just thought she was just barely able to take care of herself. He probably thought she needed a babysitter.
Tess smiled at the notion as she leaned back against the counter and sipped her still-steaming coffee. Now that he was confident his meal was his and his alone the Beast slowed down, opting to chew slowly and savor each bite.
"Since you can't eat at the table, maybe I'll join you on the floor," she remarked as she took another sip.
The Beast twitched his ears at her words but ultimately decided his meal was more interesting.
Tess kept talking, "Y'know, at my high school, there weren't enough tables in the cafeteria for all the students. So my friends and I sat on the floor."
Tess felt a wave of nostalgia at the memory. "Damn, seems so long ago now. Time flies, huh?"
No answer.
"I wonder what kind of stuff do you remember, B."
They allowed the comfortable silence to grow, and Tess felt the stress of the last couple weeks physically being lifted from her shoulders. Even the Beast seemed lighter than he'd probably been in a long time.
Ding dong
And just like that, the stress was back.
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#my artwork#traditional art#original character#reblogs > likes#arlo smith#blind#scars#reptillian#i think?
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I hate this 🙃
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Despite the Beast being unable to see her face, Tess attempted to suppress the inevitable twist of her lips and scrunch of her nose when she plucked his ripped, dingy pants off of the chair with two fingers. Keeping his clothes at arm's length, she glanced at her guest and paused. Did he need help getting dressed? She didn't mind giving the Beast a hand, but she didn't want to invade his space any more than she already had.
His stiff posture and flexing spines made is clear that he had had more than enough of her meddling for one night. Cautiously, Tess made to move closer and froze when the Beast swung his head around and pinned her in place with his single, unseeing gold eye.
The moment of silence that followed lasted for a few seconds, but felt much longer.
"Uh, here ya go," she said as she tossed his pants in his direction.
The Beast flinched when they landed on his shoulders with a soft thwap before hardening his face back into an emotionless mask. He kept his attention on her as he slowly tugged his clothes off his shoulders. The grip he held them in looked so tight that Tess was worred they would tear.
The Beast rose into an awkward half stand, half crouching position and leaned on the foot of her bed to balance himself.
Tess's eyes widened slightly when he gently stepped into each leg with no problem. She continued to stare as he fiddled with the worn rope he used as a belt.
"I guess you had to've done this before, huh?" Tess thought aloud.
The Beast's ears pricked forward as he looked at her again, acknowledging her addressing him but not understanding a word she said. Not that he seemed understand words in general. Tess bit the inside of her cheek in thought.
Maybe....
Tess made her way to her immaculate closet and swung the door open. She tapped her fingers on the doorjam as she scanned the line of various shirts, skirts, and dresses. Finally she found them, a handful of button-up dress shirts her father left in her house. He kept them there for back up after he spilled syrup on his best church shirt on Easter sunday last year.
She pulled a pastel pink shirt- the largest in the bunch- off its hanger and unbuttoned it as she whirled around to present it to her friend.
"I have an idea," she said, mostly to herself. "Try this on."
She stood directly infront of the Beast, who was now considerably more relaxed. Tess pressed the shirt into his hands, took a step back, and waited.
The Beast cocked his head to one side and ran his hands over the strange new item in his grasp. Then he paused, back straightening and brows raising.
With practiced ease, the Beast flung the shirt over his shoulder and onto his back, then pushed his arms into the sleeves. Starting from the bottom he buttoned the shirt up as if it were second nature to him. As if he had done it a thousand times before.
Tess felt something in her chest tighten when he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
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Lil doodle of the Pumpkin Rabbit that probably took longer than it should have
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I started drawing Nagito, but he turned into the Birthday Binturong
#traditional art#my artwork#original character#birthday binturong#fnaf oc#five nights at freddy's#reblogs > likes
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