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[snurgle07]

Hi there. For a mob psycho request, can you draw Mob and Emi together please? What do you think?

I think you have good taste :>

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Welcome back :3 hope you're all fine, love :33

Still a bit sick but I should be better within a day or so while I work off whatever I had.

[mountainashfae]

Paetra in Mitria One-Shot

What I Expected vs What I Got

(Size not to scale, I don’t think)

[allo-frouto]

Do you like your face slapped by a cock though?

These slaps are something else.

[fuckyourtriangles]

3 and 5

3 - probably Griffith and Charlotte from Berserk? Mostly cuz Griffith is a trash bag of a person and Char deserves so much better >.> or maybe Naraku and Kikyo from InuYasha?5 - probably Griffith because he does really irredeemable shit but he's also really fascinating as a character?

[lxspritdelescalier]

⚠ =w=

Oh, Draven, what terrible timing you have.

A path paved in blood lay before the silver-haired male, streaks and droplets of fresh, metallic red seeping into and melding with the dirt below his feet. Each step brought him closer and closer to the conglomeration of bodies, limp and unconscious, which lay surrounding a figure cloaked in navy blue. The fabric was splotched with a deep black splatter--likely blood that had melded its hue with the dark shade of the cloak.

There was an airy whine--similar to the sound of a balloon losing air--that seemed almost to whistle from just beyond the figure. It was a deathly sound, and it brought about a strange overtone to the scene, like an orchestra cursed to sustain a single note for an eternity.

One step further and the figure’s hooded face bore a faint glow, its form shifting ever so slightly as the whine finally morphed its pitch--higher, almost to a peak--before it ceased completely. Another step and eyes shone from beneath the shroud. He was watching.

With a tilt of his head, Seren grinned, fangs glistening in the light that emanated from his piercing gaze, still fixed in place on the source of the nearly deafening noise from before.

A woman’s neck.

He didn’t say anything--not at first--no, he was too busy trying to satisfy his hunger and he wasn’t going to let Draven ruin his meal for him. Mere seconds passed that expanded into what felt like increments of infinity. One. Two. Three. And then his fangs left the victim, her body limp as roadkill, but her chest still heaving gently as he lowered her form to the ground to join the rest.

Then, Draven had Seren’s full attention. Their eyes locked--Seren made sure they did. And then, finally breaking the silence, he spoke with a smile. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never killed a soul, my grumpy little kitten?” His voice was even, low, calm. It was the same as it was in any other conversation they had had before, only... eerier than it normally sounded. The stench of blood traveled through the air between them as he spoke, but he ignored it, as if the scent of those approaching Death’s door were a natural phenomenon for him to experience.