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boozerman · 11 months
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Sword of the Sea - Trailer PlayStation Showcase 2023
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shootbangdang · 8 months
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Shy v. Introvert mem
Crane and Lord Shen in Secrets of the Scroll artstyle eee
Made in Procreate mostly using a custom variant of the Mercury brush
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klaushargreeveses · 6 months
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Stars are shining bright The wind is on the rise Whispering words Of long-lost lullabies.
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aanon04 · 1 month
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a study on grief.
pietà - ??? | society of the snow - bayona | society of the snow - bayona | "istirap" (anguish) - schenk
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pleasedontkickme · 4 months
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Took me crazy long to realize I can just draw art of my own fic. That’s crazy. Anyways,
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nightmarevore · 8 months
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a deep breath escapes the predator’s lips as he swallows one final time, sending the love of his life down his gullet. his eyes are closed and he purrs, feeling the man slip down his throat, massaged by the muscles of his esophagus and gently squeezed down, down….
it’s a nice sensation, isn’t it? the feeling of someone slipping down your entire being. rowan can feel luke slip further and further within him, and it’s all he can focus on. the tightness that slips through his chest and downwards is comfortable, and his hand rests on his expanding middle, the shape perfectly round to match luke’s shifted size. he’s slowly being filled with someone who loves him, someone who cares about him for himself. luke enters his resting place completely; his home. right where he belongs. rowan’s stomach is where he should be. where he will be.
his stomach is firm to the touch. luke’s body rested inside, beneath his skin. he settles in, sinking into his stomach and it takes everything within rowan to not lose his mind. he’s excited. he’s in love. he almost wishes he could swallow him down all over again. he can’t help but stare down at the roundness his lover brings to his core. luke, his perfect prey, rests just a few centimeters underneath his skin. he was standing in front of him only moments before, and now he was locked away, safe, warm, and right where rowan needs him. 
the predator gently rubs the surface of his rounded belly, leaning back against the couch he sat on and relaxing. he’s full now, and the tight fullness of his belly meant that luke would always be there for him whenever he needs him. it’s an absolutely beautiful thing. 
“i love you.” he whispers to his stomach, to the man inside him. luke shifts slightly, pressing out against his round middle. the predator chuckles, brushing his fingers over where his skin stuck out. another deep exhale escapes his lips.
perhaps luke can stay, for a day or two. perhaps more, if he’s willing. 
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artbyavasan · 2 months
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Roberto Canessa (Matias) face study. Also, yay for tonal values.
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adsurgitvagus · 11 months
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Giant Squid fandom, how we feeling?
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arsonstick · 7 months
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@weepinglilvessel the gift art train continues
I really really like this design like stars + eyes are two of my favorite things
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wonderful-bellies · 1 year
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okok my dear friend @nightmarevore wrote some stuff and is still writing some stuff for our boys and I was inspired. Here's a serial killer au Rowan!
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wordsofawanderingsoul · 3 months
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Been working on this for a while, glad it’s finally done! I don’t usually do line art but it does have a nice crispness to it. Enjoy!
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monster-gut · 3 months
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Some sots (star of the show) art I never finished and probably won't
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gontic-solution · 1 year
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hehe have some magma doodles (originally hosted by the amazing @maudiemoods <3) with some lore for the reaper au :D
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i mixed Cecil's design with that of AI chat Eclipse and I actually like it, might keep em like that maybe
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SotS my beloved
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:) and for the big one, meet Reaper!Eclipse:
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a good lad, and I'm really happy that people seemed to like him lmao. Might doodle more of these boys <3
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pleasedontkickme · 4 months
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More fic art :)))
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nightmarevore · 7 months
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a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….
“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”
without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 
“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 
loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.
rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 
luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 
love luke. crave luke. devour luke.
protect him from everything and everyone.
another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 
“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 
the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 
right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.
his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.
aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 
one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?
rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.
people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 
the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 
“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 
rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 
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