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hee-blee-art · 1 year
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“vulnerability�� ft. sandman and b.g. (part 2)
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[image ID: a comic sketched in blue featuring sandman (he/him), a short fat humanoid creature with long tail, a large wizard hat, and a star design on his chest; and b.g. (any pronouns), a tall buff humanoid shapeshifter with a skeletal face, dark hair, and black sclera.
transcription:
[begins with a scene break]
sandman: [blushing and smiling nervously] I, ehm... I haven’t decloaked in front of anyone in... well, ever.  sandman: [using his wand to magically undo the stitches holding his form-fitting burlap clothes together] so, you know, bear with me. sandman: [now with his burlap removed, showing him in his same shape, but made entirely of sand] kind of chilly in here, huh? [from out of frame, a thought bubble with b.g. blushing face is shown with the text “oh my moon, why is he so cute?”] [now both sitting down facing each other and both unclothed, b.g. reaches out to hold sandman’s cheek and brushes his ear, making him startle] b.g.: [concerned] what? what’s wrong? [sandman blushes and hides his face] sandman: [stammering] s-sensitive... b.g.: [looking apologetic and pulling his hand back] oh right, I forgot about your ear thing. sandman: [stammering] all my s-sand is sensitive when I-I’m uncloaked... b.g.: oh, so... you’ve never been touched directly before, have you? sandman: ehm... no... [b.g. holds his hand out to sandman and sandman peeks through his fingers at them] b.g.: that’s okay. we can go slow. [sandman takes b.g.’s extended hand, and b.g. brings both of their hands up to his face to hold sandman’s hand against his cheek, then begins to kiss sandman’s fingers. sandman blushes harder and his tail begins to wag as he lovingly repeats b.g.’s name]
[scene break]
sandman: [from out of frame] b.g.? b.g.! were you even listening? [b.g. is standing and blushing, fully dressed in a collared shirt and vest and looking distracted, revealling that the previous scene took place in her imagination.] b.g.: hm? I was, uh... just thinking. sandman: why’ve you been looking at me like that? b.g.: I... [b.g. trails off and all of a sudden her face morphs to be more skeletal and monstrous.] b.g.: [now sweating and yelling] what’s it to you?! sandman: [still out of frame] goodness, b.g., what’s the matter? b.g.: nothing! sandman: but your face; b.g.: [becoming more distressed] ugh! just shut up! [b.g. shifts into a large werewolf form, ripping through the sleeves and pantlegs of her clothes, while sandman watches looking startled] b.g.: [yelling] I’m walking the rest of the way alone! [b.g. runs off away from sandman.] sandman: [looking confused] what in shooting stars was that about? sandman: [now shown to be walking down a path in a forest] sigh... and here I was actually starting to have a good time. I thought they might finally be warming up to me... [b.g. is shown crouching by the side of river, splashing water in their face.] b.g.: [staring hard at their reflection as they shift back to their natural skeletal monstrous form, still blushing] get a grip! it’s not like it means anything. it’s not like I actually have feelings for him. [b.g. pauses for a moment to stare at their reflection and then suddenly dunks their whole head under the water while yelling unintelligibly in frustration.]
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hee-blee-art · 1 year
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“vulnerability” ft. sandman and b.g. (part 1) 
[link to part 2] [link to full comic]
[image ID: a comic sketched in blue featuring sandman (he/him), a short fat humanoid creature with long tail, a large wizard hat, and a star design on his chest; and b.g. (any pronouns), a tall buff humanoid shapeshifter with a skeletal face, dark hair, and black sclera.
transcription:
sandman: [looking shocked] b.g.! b.g.: [from out of frame] what? sandman: where are your clothes?! b.g.: I’m changing them. sandman: right here?? b.g.: you literally never wear clothes, sugarplum. sandman: [looking away and hiding in his face in his hat] not true! my cloak is my clothes, plus my hat. [a dark garment is tossed on the floor beside sandman] b.g.: [as she changes her clothes] are you serious? sandman: yes! b.g.: tsh. well that hardly seems fair. sandman: what are you talking about? b.g. you’ve seen me naked plenty of times; I’ve never seen you naked. sandman: [stammering] it-it’s not like that’s my fault! b.g.: [buttoning up a new shirt] really? ‘cause it seems like you could even this all out by just getting naked right now. sandman: [yelling] absolutely not! sandman: [still hiding, blushing] ...why do you care so much, anyway? b.g.: well you and I are supposed to be all about balancing each other, right? sandman: oh, spare me. you’re just pulling my strings because you like to see me squirm, aren’t you? b.g.: [now fully dressed, looming over a startled sandman with her face morphed into a scary smile] hm, perhaps, heh heh heh.
[scene break]
b.g.: [from out of frame] you’ve got to be more careful, you idiot. sandman: [inspecting a scratch on his arm that reveals some sand underneath his form-fitted burlap clothes] I’m fine, it’s just a scratch. it takes a lot more than that to really hurt me.  b.g.: you got lucky, sugarplum.  [b.g., whose hair is now longer and in a ponytail, pulls a loose string from his ripped t-shirt and bites it loose with his teeth] b.g.: [crouching down to sandman’s level and holding out his hand] give me your stupid arm. sandman: [looking confused] what? why? b.g.: [annoyed] so I can sew you up, sand-for-brains. sandman: [reaching to pull a wand out from his hat] you know I can just fix it with magic, right? b.g.: [yelling, losing some of his form’s composure and becoming slightly more monstrous] what, you think I can’t handle a simple bit of stitching?! sandman: I wish you’d quit being so dramatic. it’s really not a big deal. [sandman uses his wand to control some of the sand from his wound and uses the sand as thread to patch up his scratch, as if sewing. b.g. sits down next to sandman on the ground] b.g.: so sandman is pretty literal then, huh? you’re all sand under there? sandman: [slightly annoyed] for moon’s sake, sigh, if you must know, yes. b.g.: is it the same sand you cast with? sandman: er, no, not exactly. the sand I cast with doesn’t have feeling. b.g.: and the burlap isn’t actually a part of you? sandman: my cloak? not quite. it’s more like... enchanted armour. b.g.: and you don’t ever take it off? sandman: [clicking his tongue] tsk, this again? I can, I just usually don’t have any reason to. b.g.: what about for... well, you know. sandman: [distracting by his magic sewing] know what? b.g.: [glancing away and blushing slightly] ehh... nevermind.
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