I Draw Sometimes

Robors….. She/Her art tag: #kerriaart

[voidsetup1]

and out of the darkness - you you you you you

[shrugsinchinese]

Let’s pray

[ghstwht]

I heard you guys love PHM x Artemis II content...

[fernsnailz]

the waves 🔊⚡️

[neonfretra]

She said, "You ain't no son of mine, For what you've done, they're gonna find A place for you and just you mind your manners when you go, And when you go, don't return to me, my love!"

//

Mother, mother... Mother of me, I know I know you would hate me so, and mother of me, I do too. But I would not feel, not think, not dream, were it not for you in my rusted iron womb… Your tortured love brought me to this war, that I could take the heart of another, and need you no more.

[comet-mirai]

[ochiody]

i dont actually go here but the death screen made me think a lot

[rgbwings]

[mangotr0nn]

dumb

[mothcpu]

my part for the ULTRAKILL MAP!

check the full thing out here!!!

[wingedbirdthing]

I wrote a Prose for my Writing class inspired by Ultrakill, I've been encouraged to post it. It's in the format of diary or log entries. This is just the first entry but I may wanna post the full thing to AO3, not sure yet. Blehhhh.

Entry #4759

I think there’s an angel after me. When I turn the corner I hear buzzing in my ears. It sounds like heavenly bells. Bells that rupture my eardrums and whisper God’s word to me. There’s a taste of iron that fills the inside of my crude mouth. A mouth that does not exist. A mouth that can not scream out in pain. That can not cry to the heavens above and ask for forgiveness for its actions. The actions against the heavenly father to which I can not follow. For the sin is inside of me. Made of the sin of others who wished for sin to become an overwhelming flood of hatred. The blood I pull from others coats my body, my artificial flesh in a way that gives me the strength to continue my onslaught. My purpose is naught. In a place that bleeds the darkest crimson that my circuits have only just begun to identify as the fuel I need to survive. I have yet to live the true life I was destined for. Body after body piles behind my form as I trade weapons for life. Each life taken is insignificant next to my purpose. He looms over me like the shadow of God. Reminding me of a humanity that has long since disappeared. Long since left in an eternal night that basks the land in inky blackness. I will wipe out the remains of a society that was so power hungry they have driven themselves to extinction. I will be the hand of god that was never brought down upon his people. I will be the reason the heavenly father cursed his own creation for immoral acts. I will bring angels and devils alike to their knees. The blood that falls will fuel me for a moment. Just enough for me to begin a new cycle of hunger. Hunger for more as I rip through others like me. Others who cry out for the remains of humanity. As if a prisoner was strapped to their back, endlessly feeding into their killing, endlessly feeding a child to which they could not birth. A parasitic relationship that borders on a mothers love for a careless, hopeless child. Suckling from a teet that was never meant to sustain them. A future lost due to them.

[hrokkall]

Pale blue dot

[squiggl3]

DONT FORGET WHO IS IN CONTROL

[faery-the-diamond]

Chikin

[itagerhardcoreyaoi]

i put hot coals under their feet so they have to keep doing this until they cool down

[ascii-txt]

HELL

(I wasn't sure how to draw Hell in a really expressive way, so I ended up thinking, "What if it uses the corpses or remnants of V1's defeated enemies as a stand-in for itself?")

[megahertzmaroon]

WHO ARE YOU REALLY?