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[starry-summers]

~EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS~

Hey everyone. So within the past couple hours I have had some really bad news put onto me. 

     So my mom has informed me that we are in the situation that the bank is super close to foreclosing our home. Both of us were in a pretty bad car accident last year, and has thus hurt us both in the ways of working. She and I both have a hard time working for long periods of time, and with that we haven’t been able to make house payments. Our cable/internet is going to be shut down any day. And if we lose our home, we lose our dogs. Our dogs are everything to us, to me. I’m coming to tumblr in desperation, asking for any help that I could get to possible save our home and our family. I am not looking for handouts though and am opening up commissions: Pay what you want edition. Any little bit helps. Below you will find some examples of what I can do:

    I can do simple icons, chibis, linearts, colored pics, whatever you would like! I do ffxiv art, OCs of any kind, and will try my best to make whatever comes my way! I will not draw mechs (cannot draw them >< ) heavy gore or nsfw or any kind, sorry ;;

    So please, message me if you are interested in commissioning me, or if you simply want to donate, I will link my paypal below. Please, I have nowhere else to really turn, and I am terrified to think of what will be happening in the next few weeks. Any and all help is appreciated, and thank you for listening.

               Paypal: [email protected]                     Please Commission Me Today

[shaker1972]

Halloween party treat ideas. @sixpenceee

[sixpenceee]

YUM!

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[thedementedbutcher]

Sigmund blinked a moment, then a small smile began to blossom along his features. He pressed his hand to his cheek, and shook his head, “Sorry, I don’t control her. Not going to either. Plus what good does it do me to help you? If anything I know someone else who might be even more hungry, and I am much more inclined to help him.” Suddenly he sat on the floor and started to chuckle a bit, then laugh, to the point he had to hold his stomach, he wiped a tear from his eye after he calmed down a bit, “Jesus, do you even know who you are asking?! Chances are I’ve killed some of you when you were alive! Why would I help you. I’d rather watch you die again. You are supposed to pass on or something when you die, you don’t haunt the earth, just-” he started laughing again, then looked into their faces, “You’ve come to the wrong place if you wanted help. You want Keorob to stop eating you try talking to Brooke like you’re talking to me, do me a favor and tell her Sigmund says hi.” he chuckled and shook his head, stood up, walked past him and sat back down on his bed. 

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[thedementedbutcher]

Now that they were just speaking, hushed, he stopped slashing at them, but now was more confused than previously. “My aura?” then more quietly under his breath, “Why the fuck does all the weird shit happen to me?” returning his attention to the fading faces, he actually… looked at them “Who were you? ah- jesus- ar- are you even real?”

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

After he spoke they all spoke in hushed tones, all at once but their voices no longer were so loud and grating against his ears. They stood more calmly in a circle around him, keeping some distance from him.

“Rebecca” “I committed suicide.” “My inmate betrayed me.” “I wanted to die happy.” “I was old, it was bound to happen.” “Joseph.” “I don’t remember.” “Nothing felt real again until you and she came.” “Adam-No! James-I-I can’t remember.” “It’s been so long since I spoke to anyone.” “What year is it?” “What are you in for?” “Can you help us?” “The cat will get everyone here unless we chase it away!” “It’s a monster, we have to kill it!” “How can we, we’re all dead!” “I-I’m dead!? I thought this was a dream!” A woman started crying. “Yes, I’m starting to remember too!” “I tripped and hit my head on the tile and then stood back up and went outside. Then I realized I had died.” “The heart medications couldn’t hold on any longer. I died in the night.” “My daughter held my hand when I died. I remember her warmth. My baby girl…”

They continued to mutter among themselves, color appearing in their faces as they all start to talk about their last moments.

[thedementedbutcher]

He stood in silence, staring to them, listening to their thoughts, feeling himself start to calm. “All of you are dead.” he spoke up, “Every single one of you is dead?” Suddenly he started to believe in ghosts and thought of all those he had slaughtered in cold blood. The words they were speaking started clicking in his head. ‘You and She’ ‘it’s a monster’ ‘the cat will get everyone’. Brooke. A chill ran down his spine- why did all this shit have to happen to them? 

Maybe she could see them to. Damn it where was she? Maybe she didn’t lose her mind as much as he believed she did. “You-” he pointed to the face who spoke ‘nothing felt real until you and she came’, “You mean me and Brooke? The woman with auburn hair, and a massive feline companion?”

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[thedementedbutcher]

Now that they were just speaking, hushed, he stopped slashing at them, but now was more confused than previously. “My aura?” then more quietly under his breath, “Why the fuck does all the weird shit happen to me?” returning his attention to the fading faces, he actually... looked at them “Who were you? ah- jesus- ar- are you even real?”

[thedementedbutcher]

this is from 2011, some of my earliest pictures of sigmund.. then... there is now...

I cANT BELIEVE THIS IS THE SAME CHARACTER. 

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

For a long while he heard nothing and only felt the relentless pressure of someone’s eyes on his face.

It felt like it had stretched on for five minutes before a cold white hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grasping his one arm like a ivory vice and a face of a woman with long black hair and wide pale blue eyes stared at him with horror. The woman was just a floating head and arm, almost see through, but she felt as real as a corpse.

“Save me!” He rasped. “Save me from the demon!”

[thedementedbutcher]

His whole body stiffened, as she suddenly appeared to him. Every fiber of his being wanted to scream but he was silent- then she spoke and he pulled his arm back to force her grip off him, he was at a complete loss of words, and just stared at the apparition with his jaw dropped, until he felt his blood thicken. He didn’t know when he had summoned it but the arm Sedecim gave him was out. Sigmund could see her better now, but he didn’t understand, “I- I don’t-” her black hair, white flesh, and pale blue eyes reminded him of his mother, “get away!” he yelled, with his eyes shut, he slashed at her face. 

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

The woman’s wails were silenced as her face was slashed apart, drifting into thin air as her wide, wild eyes began to cry; continuing to stare at him until all of her had faded. The tingling in his skin had stopped for a moment but it then returned and the sensations appeared on his arms and legs and he could see colors and human shapes slowly taking form in his room.

[thedementedbutcher]

“what the hell… nnnn…” his hands ran through his hair, “This isnt real, there is no way this is real- I’m hallucinating again? why now?” he managed to back himself in a corner, the prickling sensation running up and down his body. “Get out- get out- GET OUT!”

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

More faces appeared around him, all of them people he didn’t recognize. All of them deranged: Some crying in utter misery, others laughing maniacally, while the rest simply screamed demands from him.

“Save us from the demon!”

“The Cat is the devil and the antichrist has red hair!”

“It’s out to eat us please send help!”

They all drew closer and closer to Sigmund, trying to grasp him with their hands but most of them simply passed through him now.

“The monster of the mind has left us all behind but when it wants a snack it surely will come back!”

[thedementedbutcher]

“Save yourself! What?” backed into his corner like a scared animal he started slashing at the faces that drew near him. “Sedecim! Please! Where are you?!” he called out desperately, “Get away from me!” he slashed at faces, more and more, the screaming. the laughing- there were so many the noise was so overpowering, his head throbbed, the lights were too bright. “I can’t help you! WHy are you coming to me?!”

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

For a long while he heard nothing and only felt the relentless pressure of someone’s eyes on his face.

It felt like it had stretched on for five minutes before a cold white hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grasping his one arm like a ivory vice and a face of a woman with long black hair and wide pale blue eyes stared at him with horror. The woman was just a floating head and arm, almost see through, but she felt as real as a corpse.

“Save me!” He rasped. “Save me from the demon!”

[thedementedbutcher]

His whole body stiffened, as she suddenly appeared to him. Every fiber of his being wanted to scream but he was silent- then she spoke and he pulled his arm back to force her grip off him, he was at a complete loss of words, and just stared at the apparition with his jaw dropped, until he felt his blood thicken. He didn’t know when he had summoned it but the arm Sedecim gave him was out. Sigmund could see her better now, but he didn’t understand, “I- I don’t-” her black hair, white flesh, and pale blue eyes reminded him of his mother, “get away!” he yelled, with his eyes shut, he slashed at her face. 

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

The woman’s wails were silenced as her face was slashed apart, drifting into thin air as her wide, wild eyes began to cry; continuing to stare at him until all of her had faded. The tingling in his skin had stopped for a moment but it then returned and the sensations appeared on his arms and legs and he could see colors and human shapes slowly taking form in his room.

[thedementedbutcher]

“what the hell... nnnn...” his hands ran through his hair, “This isnt real, there is no way this is real- I’m hallucinating again? why now?” he managed to back himself in a corner, the prickling sensation running up and down his body. “Get out- get out- GET OUT!”

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn’t see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn’t see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[caityandkitsune-deactivated2019]

For a long while he heard nothing and only felt the relentless pressure of someone’s eyes on his face.

It felt like it had stretched on for five minutes before a cold white hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grasping his one arm like a ivory vice and a face of a woman with long black hair and wide pale blue eyes stared at him with horror. The woman was just a floating head and arm, almost see through, but she felt as real as a corpse.

“Save me!” He rasped. “Save me from the demon!”

[thedementedbutcher]

His whole body stiffened, as she suddenly appeared to him. Every fiber of his being wanted to scream but he was silent- then she spoke and he pulled his arm back to force her grip off him, he was at a complete loss of words, and just stared at the apparition with his jaw dropped, until he felt his blood thicken. He didn’t know when he had summoned it but the arm Sedecim gave him was out. Sigmund could see her better now, but he didn’t understand, “I- I don’t-” her black hair, white flesh, and pale blue eyes reminded him of his mother, “get away!” he yelled, with his eyes shut, he slashed at her face. 

[thedementedbutcher]

Over the past few months, in the asylum and in-between phases of boredom and near delirium, Sigmund felt something strange happening to things around him and in him. Ever since his arm was taken and Timothy practically used him as an anchor onto Earth, every month or so he would feel the faintest tingling numbness on the surface of his skin. It started in his disfigured shoulder, barely noticeable, but then as time went by, it would happen again on random parts of his body. (cont)

On his face, his other shoulder, his hand, feet and knees. It was like cold or warm breeze was hitting him on those particular spots or he had brushed himself against something or someone he didn't see coming. Nothing bad came of them and could have been just his own imagination, anyone would have said that it may have been nothing to worry about. Until one day it hit him harder than ever and something, he couldn't see or tell what, was watching him.

Sigmund’s eyes scanned the room, he was alone. He was always alone. A chill ran down his spine, and his skin prickled. He was ultimately reminded of Sedecim, and how other must feel when he was around. “I can feel you. Where are you?” he came to a stand, and wondered if he should bring out the gift Sedecim bestowed him to replace his arm. Maybe it would help him see. A deep breath as he took a stand, “Where are you?”

[thedementedbutcher]

*Whisper* Still smells like murder up here.

Damn it, I washed the carpets seven times!

[coffeequ33n]

Commission Time.

Edit:

Its been pointed out to me that these prices are very cheap, and in two weeks time I will be bumping up the prices! Selling my work for so little is nice for you guys but some of this stuff takes me hours and doing hours of work for 5$ is unreasonable for all artists everywhere! So, again, in two weeks I will be bumping up the prices!

Okay so I figured its time to update my commission page now that I am getting the hang of digital work with the tools I have now, so might as well update.

I draw just about anything, just no incest or rape/sexual assault, just send me a message so we can get things sorted out. Please, if you can’t afford them, signal boost <:)

I was doing gemsona requests back when I was in an art block//and still owe people some// but I will be charging for them now. And If you want it in my style they will fall under the prices listed for normal bust/full body color/Black and white. If you want it in the style of Steven Universe it will be a whole $1 less!

-only for gemsonas!-

Some examples and prices:

Bust Color- $6 (+$1 for complicated bg) /// $5 BnW

Full body- $10/color (+$2 for complicated bg) /// $8 BnW

Doodles- $3

Sketch- $5

Scene (Black and white +1 color) $15

Scene (full color) $20

[coffeequ33n]

Commission Time.

Okay so I figured its time to update my commission page now that I am getting the hang of digital work with the tools I have now, so might as well update.

I draw just about anything, just no incest or rape/sexual assault, just send me a message so we can get things sorted out. Please, if you can’t afford them, signal boost <:)

I was doing gemsona requests back when I was in an art block//and still owe people some// but I will be charging for them now. And If you want it in my style they will fall under the prices listed for normal bust/full body color/Black and white. If you want it in the style of Steven Universe it will be a whole $1 less!

-only for gemsonas!-

Some examples and prices:

Bust Color- $6 (+$1 for complicated bg) /// $5 BnW

Full body- $10/color (+$2 for complicated bg) /// $8 BnW

Doodles- $3

Sketch- $5

Scene (Black and white +1 color) $15

Scene (full color) $20

[thedementedbutcher]

Hey, sedder! I see you have a new gf now. So...how's it like to have some furry hands all over you?

“Not exactly.. new. I enjoy the touch, but my favorite part is to hear her purr.”

[thedementedbutcher]

Hey, Sedecim. Would you smooch a giant phantom feline?

“Been there, done that. Will continue to.”

[coffeequ33n]

My new bae, Seera

[coffeequ33n]

Size chart for fun