Sick, Delirious Hero

Accidentally peaked after such a long artblock

Ivan!

He has so much backstory

SINCE WHEN WAS THIS A THING?!?! WHAT????

Me: so apparently Looney tunes Instagram declared that Bugs Bunny and Daffy are canonically a couple

Husband: *long long long pause as they process this*

Me: I mean it makes sense

Husband: well since they're both men I hope Bugs tops because ducks have corkscrew dicks

Me: oh bugs definitely tops

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

Nono you don't understand. I need a part two-

Short Prompt #1005

(Version without glitchy text is under the read more)

The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.

Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.

The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.

“Y̼͂o̠͒u c̣̈a͟͡l͔̄l̹̋ed̳̏~?”

The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.

“Dḛ͋mõ͙n̖̾? Ó̰h̺͛…, w̭̿hy͓̋ mu̟̇s̭̅t̥̓ y̛̟o̖͡u̼̎ w͍̌ọ̕u̟͒nd m̜͡e̽͜ so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.

“Yo̼̓u k̳̎n̨͡ô̮ẃ͢ I c͂ͅoǔ̦l̖̈́d ḥ͆eḻ̕p̼͊, d͓͘ar͎̆li̝͆ng̡̀~.”

You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.

Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’. 

And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.

“T̠͑ha̳̓t͙͒ wã͇ş͞ń̜'̝͝t̟͐ s̉ͅo h̙̿ạ͌r̺͛d̛, n͉̐o̲̚w̛͚ w̍͢a̺͌s͇̈́ î̜t̹̆~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.

You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.

(Version without glitchy text)

The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.

Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.

The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.

“You called~?”

The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.

“Demon? Oh…, why must you wound me so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.

“You know I could help, darling~.”

You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.

Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’. 

And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.

“That wasn't so hard, now was it~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.

You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.

Nexus! my Arcane OC

('Inmate 516' is Vi btw)

+ smth w Marcus bc i have bad taste 'Nix' and 'Mark' are little silly nicknames when they were young-ish

I forget to post my art here all the time

But like

Undertale, how could I not?? I'm just casually drawing the au 8 year old me came up with

Old doodle of them based on this template I found lmao

When the tiny friend you just met is more anxious than you

Arcane oc Ivory! Younger and present day version :) they’re a firelight and an artist who makes prosthetics for a living!