Unfortunately, it is I.

The tumblr blog of horror/erotica author Dee Overtoun, confirmed loser and professional Weird Facts Dispensary. Until tumblr implements some code/policy changes, I will not be marking this blog as explicit, but all content will be appropriately tagged.

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[art] Unnamed Girls

I’m trying out the new editor for this post! I like the looks of it a lot.

These are examples of the style of piece I’ve been doing lately. I hope you like it!

Original concept for dinosaur girl.

A size comparison between the dinosaur girl and the glass girl to show how small dino girl is.

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Duets With Dice has dropped the final episode of ‘Fear and Loathing ‘77′ and you should go watch it RIGHT NOW!!!

Margot lost her belt, her vest, and about half of the fabric of her pants on her way from the first episode to this one, at least according to this art. But you know what she hasn’t lost? Her bad bitch ways.

Oh, and the agg claws. Musn’t forget those.

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Azumi, from the Masks RPG being run by @corporategeomancy over at Surprise Round on twitch. Playbook: the Joined; a well of incredible cheer joined to an extremely grumpy Nova, Jayce, who’s in queue for his own piece. I’m stoked for her character arc, I think she plays really well into the themes of Masks and uh also she’s a fukken??? Super-duper cutie???? Some people have it all.

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*homerun slides into your dashboard* I forgot I had a tumblr

Here’s Elpis from the Masks game being run by @corporategeomancy over at Suprise Round on twitch. Playbook: the Innocent; seasons ghost who once was and one day might become a dreaded super villain. I am terrified at what could have made this Extremely Sweet Gal turn in what she did...

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I went for dynamicism in this but IDK if it worked. Oh well. This is the mystery man who gave the girl from the second and third pieces her tanto! He loves her a lot but he’s a questionable role model at best....

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Days Three and Four together because I couldn’t get on the computer to post yesterday. I got sick yesterday but I think I’m recovering.

Top is plant growth, which is always what I think of when I have searing stomach pains. Like thorny vines and roots are writhing through me. So that’s deep.

Bottom is a Minecraft OC, a settler from the End trying to figure out how to live in a place where plants actually grow. It’s not deep at all.

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Inktober 03

"Use this knife to cut the throat of any man that hurts you." Same girl as before; now as a child. Who is this mystery man? Is he gonna get his throat cut? 

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Inktober 2018 Day Two

How much of a weeb I am should be evident in this: when I need reference for the tanto, I just got up and got mine off the shelf.

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Inktober #1

Inktober again? No problem!

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Fear and Loathing ‘77

Duets with Dice Presents: FEAR AND LOATHING '77! Join our Gangrel protagonist Margot as she nomadically travels from Los Angeles to Las Vegas and beyond in this horrifying tale that gets to the heart of what it is to be alone on the road with nowhere to call home.

This Vampire: The Masquerade 20th Anniversary Edition live play was done by my roommates and, like 'Yours To Keep,' features art done by me.

This particular game is based off the scenario created by Brad C. Hodson and is about the level of violence, sex, and horror you would expect from a Sabbat-centric campaign inspired by one of the most influential American movies of all time (no points for guessing which.) So if darker content isn't your speed, this one might not be for you.

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Islander

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And so you continue in this world where you are the only moving, changing thing. The sky stretches blue-on-blue, the stormclouds paralyzed the moment before bursting, patches of sky all the more vivid for the contrast. Trees are frozen jerked to one side by the wind, and the cars on the street have been empty for as long as you can remember.

There are birds and…

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[Frankenstein] - Regaining Composure

[Frankenstein] – Regaining Composure

Things at the house were in disarray after Victor’s meltdown. Father made plans to send him on a health retreat to a summer home in Marseilles, Justine and Ernest and William panicked. Henry took it upon himself to visit Victor every day to suss out the cause of his collapse. Everyone asked Lily what had happened, if she had any idea what had triggered this latest break in Victor’s already frail…

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A Bullet With My Name On It

A Bullet With My Name On It; background development for an in development project. A war survivor discusses the origins of a grim piece of jewelry.

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I was given a bullet with my name on it by the man who killed my father, a year to the day he was executed.

There was no powder in it, of course, because the commander was not the sort of man to give away a tool that could be used to kill him. My name, in loopy letters, and a loop of brass over where the primer would be on a live round. The bullet was the same…

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You Gotta Watch Them Alpine Lakes

You Gotta Watch Them Alpine Lakes

Sunlight glared off the only boat in the mountain lake. A few yards away was the island that might have saved the passengers, maybe even the captain if they were especially quick and steel-nerved. As it was, the boaters who’d been brash enough to dare the water thirty minutes ago huddled on deck, unable to even glance at the choppy surface.

On the sandy banks, a crowd had gathered.

Boats rocked…

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Graveyard Hills and Stillborn Grass

Graveyard Hills and Stillborn Grass

Years and specifics blurred together for him. It was a symptom of location, the flat scrubland punctuated only by oil pumps and their entourage of rangy cattle. Grass that grew up dead and yellow, snapped like matchsticks under the boots of the people who lived here. Why any sane human being, let along a few thousand of ‘em, would ever settle here had sometimes boggled his mind. Before the oil,…

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Hungry Stupidity

I came up behind him on silent feet. Or maybe not? I wasn’t listening to my own footsteps, it was too far gone for that, too deep, all I could really hear was the beating heart. Awash in raw, unfiltered sensation like a sea of boiling glass. Grating on my skin and fire in my throat, so sharp so hot so overwhelming.

Haven’t we all been in that situation before? Don’t we all know how crazy even a second of it makes you? How desperate you get to douse the fire of Everything with anything?

Only one thing puts that fire out, though.

Anyway, even if I wasn’t being as stealthy as I should have, he wouldn’t have heard me. He was panting. He could probably only hear the pounding of his shoes on the cement and his own pulse. Loud to him as it was to me. Could be. But I doubt it was any louder.

Blood pooled in his skin. Physical activity flushes the meat with blood. Blood to take the acid and to give the air. I remember drawing a picture of what I thought my teacher’s tits looked in the margins of my notebook when we talked about the circulatory system. The craziest fucking things get stuck in your head, don’t they? I can’t even remember what she really looked like. But I remember doing that awful thing when we learned about the blood.

I wish something other than me being a teenage shitbag was connected to my memory of that most vital facet of existence. I wish I’d been a good student. I wish I’d been a good person. I wish…

I wish I hadn’t followed him down the jogging trail on silent feet.

His breathing heated the air around him. That air wrapped around me. Felt like it was melting the ice around me, like I left puddles when I chased him, quiet as I needed to be. Felt like there was rain in my mouth as I opened my jaws, and—

And—

And doused the fire of Everything. And slicked my limbs with the blood of some guy stupid enough to jog alone at night so the sea of boiling glass slid off. And soothed the burns inside my throat. And turned the brittle, ragged flesh of my corpse into something that, for a moment, felt the press of all existence against its skin. And, for a moment, was happy with that.

And, for a moment, was warm.

But the hunger faded and with it, the heat of his life. The blood I’d spilled—it crystallized in a second, froze to ice against the frigid dead meat I’d smeared it across.

Beneath me, a crumpled thing with bites taken out of its neck, the rags of muscle and skin like the pulp of an orange. I’d chewed on it to extract every last drop of blood. To feel it squish between my teeth and coat my teeth with every life-giving substance. Their original owner mutilated. A dead and near unrecognizable thing.

I wish that when I looked down at what I’d done, I thought ‘person’ instead of ‘thing.’

I wish he’d turned around and seen me. What would I have looked like in that moment? Unrecognizable as a human, like he became? Gaping mouth, white fangs, eyes wide and animal in their hungry stupidity?

I wish he’d gotten away. I wish I… I wish… I wish the fire of Everything really was a fire. And that one day it would get so hot it would burst through the ice and boil me alive in all the blood I’ve spilled to keep that fiery hunger at bay. I wish that if I waited long enough, if I just held out long enough, I could get so hungry, so hot, that I consumed myself and left nothing but ashes behind.

But it’s not really a fire, Everything, and the blood douses nothing, and there is no ice, no melting. There is no warmth. No warmth at all, except that little moment you live vicariously when you steal it from a living thing.

A person. A living person. Not a thing.

I wish I could still remember that.

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‘Yours To Keep’ Season 1 Final Episode art. It's here! Like the title said, the final episode of 'Yours To Keep' season 1 is…