I made new art that I actually felt proud enough to share.
I hope that I’ll start posting more often since I make a bunch of art stuff on tiktok. Despite how scary the art community can be I wanna contribute some of the things I create.
I might post more fandom stuff (depends on which fandom I’ll be fixated on atm)
New DND character called Hollow Blossom: A former cult leader who escaped her execution.
I might drop another art tiktok I made about Sampo from hsr just after posting this.
Guys, I will never finish demon slayer. I remember the last time I read it back in 2020 at my friend’s place and I was sobbing on the floor with my strawberry vape in the other hand.
Take me being somewhat of a poser as a sign of self care 💕
Everything that I’ve learnt past the whole Shinobu vs Douma chapter, is all from my fellow soldiers that came out of the battle to tell the story 🫶😊
CW: physical restriction, might be uncomfortable for some
My ass really fucking hurts. I can feel dirt and grime clogging up my pores just from the smell alone. The more I come to my senses the more uncomfortable I feel.
I attempt to lift my hand up to rub my eyes but no matter how much I try it’s not moving an inch. After much struggle my eyes open.
My wrists are tied up to the armrests of a wooden chair im sitting in. I look around in the area, the lights were off. All I could see was the dark blue tint from the window in front of me, a thin curtain veiled the glass, keeping the night light from creeping into the dark room.
The sound of old floorboards creaking diverted my attention, I could hear something else was in this room with me.
By the sound of the creaks I knew that this entity was pretty heavy. My breath started getting faster as my body autonomously tried to wiggle itself free. Animalistic bellows from the entity that I could feel vibrate through my whole body, made me freeze.
It was completely silent for two minutes or so. I could hear my heartbeats in my head, the raindrops hitting the window in front of me and nothing else, it was as though it was all a figment of my imagination.
Like a chainsaw in the distance the bellowing started again before the most bloodcurdling screech I’ve ever heard sounded from behind me.
In my petrified state, all I could let out was a soft whimper as tears ran endlessly down my cheeks.
“Slept well?” The electric ceiling lamp flickered above me, blinding my vision. My eyes squeeze shut upon reflex.
When they started to open, Guzma was already leaning against the windowsill in front me with his arms crossed and presumably his golisopod standing right next to him.
It took me some time to process what had happened before I woke up strapped to a chair.
“What have you done to me??” My voice was brittle which didn’t earn me any sympathy, in fact it looked like he enjoyed seeing me in distress.
He shrugged his shoulders, his face was drenched in pure sadism, almost as if he was holding in a laugh.
“Fuck around and find out.”
After that sentence his shit eating grin crept back onto his face just the way it was before.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, i no longer felt scared or upset, I felt furious.
Here I was, physically restrained to the most uncomfortable chair I’ve ever had my ass on, where the air in the room was downright humid, warm and disgusting. I have no clue where on earth I am, let alone the time and how long I’ve been clocked out for. Whereas Guzma, who was behind all this was nearly laughing in my face.
“The fuck you mean by that???” I was autonomously digging my nails into the chair, getting some of its old polish under my nails.
The way his face went from amused to serious was nearly abnormal, even that change alone was enough to make me realize how defenseless I was against him, yet I kept my hard exterior.
“Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you did.” His tone was flat, but I could see he was fuming by the look in his eyes.
So much so, I couldn’t look him in the face anymore. He had the nastiest, the most unsettling glare I’ve ever seen and I could feel myself start to sweat.
My eyes batted in his direction as soon as he whistled to get his golisopods attention and then pointed his index finger with his arm outstretched and and drew a curve in the air towards me.
I looked at him, fascinated yet unnerved by this gesture.
His golisopod waddled in my direction and behind the chair, I had no idea what any of these hand signs meant, I completely forgot how to breathe, until I felt myself getting pushed closer to Guzma before stopping a few inches away from him.
His tall stance towered over me making my eyes involuntarily meet his gaze.
“Would you like me to remind you of what you did?” He cracked his knuckles and put a hand in his pocket, seemingly trying to grab something that was in there.
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