Finally got around to rendering a turnaround of my goo model :)
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[[My half of the art trade with @vanisketches / @kaibacxrps! They wanted their Demon!AU Set, so here he is! Lookin all spooky, maybe about to stab you, maybe about to tempt you to do some crimes
Their half here!]]
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@whitestetson
Ben told her there was a marshal on the plane, but not that it was Raylan. Just a marshal, who’d been shepherding Austen back to Los Angeles. Not that Ben knows Raylan means anything to her, she’d almost half convinced herself the first time she saw him as she’d approached the beach with Jack, but the closer she got to him, the more she’d been sure: of course Ben knows, because Ben knows everything. He knew about Goodwin, and he knew about her sister, and he knew about her, and he knows exactly which strings to pull to make her dance like a marionette.
But that’s irrelevant right now, mostly, enough that Juliet can forget about Ben for now. There are any number of suspicious stares being levelled at her, but she’d expected that. What she hadn’t expected was Raylan.
He’s not with the swathes of people running to embrace Jack after all this time away, kidnapped by the Others. Juliet eases around them and aims for him, feet steady in the sand. Either he hasn’t noticed the new arrivals or he has and doesn’t care, but she has to touch his arm to get his attention.
“Hi,” she says to him, simply, like this is normal for her, when he’s really the last person she ever expected to see on the island. Her lips twitch up at one corner. “Long time no see.”
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Arocasta’s Scar Reference
A conversation earlier today got me thinking that I should mock up a reference for Arocasta’s burns, so I spent a little time in photoshop trying to approximate what I imagine her scars to look like. I couldn’t get it quite as gruesome as I’d have liked, but you get the idea.
Below the cut in case you don’t want to see! And if you’re curious about how this all happened, I wrote a fic about it!
Arocasta’s throat is nearly non-functional, and without her mask breathing becomes exceptionally difficult and painful. Her mask also augments her speech; otherwise, she can barely speak above a whisper, and enunciation is a struggle.
The burns that encircle her wrists, thighs, and ankles are from ropes of fire that bound her in place for her mistress’ sacrifice, and the five small scars under her rib cage are from the dagger that was used in the ritual. Unlike the injuries to her face and throat, these scars rarely trouble her these days - though, she still keeps them hidden when possible.
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A flats commission for @babycharmander of a scene from her fic Psychonauts Ruin Everything :D
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what the fuck is piss teeth.png
this is piss teeth.png
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@bevercges said:
Be thankful it falls on a Thursday and not on a Friday.png
Escaped by the skin of his teeth.png
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