#(b)art

Some Siren Anthozoa, for the soul and for the brain. She's the second least likely to wet herself, but that mostly because when you're desperate enough, anything can look like a chamberpot. In this case: the teapot the guests had been using served her well.

Squadron leader B-0X0 swipes her claws through Kevlar, heads rolling and blood pooling around her. The squadrons of soldiers fire and attack her forces with fear ringing through their ranks. B-0X0 begins to tire, and a few bullets scrape her chassis, cutting through the metal. She falters, and the human United Forces try to shoot her down.

A blast pushes them back. From above, the form of a male disassembly drone swoops down.

Co-leader B̴͚͎̺̹̺͕̒̽̔̀̐̐̅̃̒̊͊͛̃̏̈́̓̚̚͜-̵̧͙̦̱͇͕̪̰͓̜͓̩̖̓̀͒̄̈́̌͑̿̌̾̈́̈͘͜͠8̷̧̨̘͓̝̥̟͎̗̲̅̾̀͂̾͆͌̇̃̋̾͋͆́̈̕͜͠͠͝2̵̛̤̹̣̟̲͓̪͚͍̠̠̟̲͉̯̫̘͔͙̗̒̆̃͛̒̇̇̔́̽̋̌̍̈́͝X̷̨̨̹̙̪̣̮͍͔͓̪̘̘͗͋͑̀̏͛ͅͅ swings his blade, fighting side by side with ḩ̶̢̣͕̤̲̯͉̬̟͕̰̞̭̯͈͓̹̼̪͎͕͎͇͈͚͆̃̀̈̉̆͂́̇̔̉̃̓͛͒͋̇̿̏̈́̾̑̀̔͠͠į̴̧̡̨̢̨̼̻̤̰̟̖̜̹̘̤͕̳̫͈̣̰̣̹̞̖̟̭͕͔͉͖̦̝̝̓͒̈́̆̉̓̋̏̈́̈̋̆͌̈́̅̇̈́͑̕͜͜͜͜͜͝s̴̡̳̟͍̣̠̥̣̫̦̣͔̭̰̩͍̀̀́̃͐̔̑̑̂͋̑̂̈́͆̒̉͋͊͐͑̊̉̒̀̊̎̀̓̔̒̔͂̊̀̈̎̀̊̚͘̕͝͠͠ ̶̡̡̢̨̛̩͇͇̥̼̲̬̤̩͕̯̟̟̺͖̥̈́́̈̈́͌̈́͆̐̽͠p̶̧̢̢̢̢̨̱͈̼̥̤̳̺͔̞͙̲̪̰̠̝̥͔̤̼̫̳̜̼̭̺̤̠̭̪̭̟̼̜̓̿͜͠ͅä̵̡̛̛̙͚̭͍̜̱͕̖͓̰̱̣̭̼̙̦͚͉͖̬̪̥͈́̋̀̌͂̏̅̎͐̂̔͐̔͒͂̆̓͛̃̅͌̍̈́̏̓̚̚̚ͅr̸̢̛̰̪̱̮̤̩̼͕̪͎̘̦̪͔̱̣̗̪̦̠̦͇̙̰̙̓̉̀̆̃̏̃͂̅̃̍̋̅̆́̎̒̄̐̿̓͋͑̐͗̽̅͛̒͗̇̉͘̕̕͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅt̸̨̛̯̗̪̞͓̫̼̬͈̯̤̯̟̜̑̌͌̈́̾̾̀̐͊̇́̌͌͒̿͗̈́͗̍͗̂̈̾̂͊͛͋̇̌̑̍̏͌͗̽͛̚͘̚̚̕͘͜͜ͅn̷͎͇̲͉͕̓͐̒̆̀̍̈́̏̑͌̀̌̀̍̈́̌̓̆̓̋̄̈́͘̕͜e̶̡̡̛̛̞͓͍̞̦̫̲̯̼̫͌̄͊̌̑́̎̀̏͐͊̉̆̊̓̈́̈̉̏̈̒͘͜͝͠r̷̡̧̢̡̼̼̖͔͚̣͙͓̯̫̩͙͕̘͇̘̥̰̟̗͎̤̣̝̺̖͔͉̙̘̘̟̜͙̭̮͓͍͚͕̎̊͂̕.̶̖̯͎̯̖̙̭͔̻̲̺̱͙̣͕̼͓̏͂̍͌̑̈͑͗̿͗̀̚̚͘͘ [404 Ȩ̸̨̢̡̠̖͙̰̤̝̟̜̣̘̞͈͙͓͈̮͔̺̹̮͉̼̻̝͙̝͉̜͙͕̟̲͙̲̪̳̹̼̦̤̂̔̃̌̀̓͐͂̆̇̎̋̀̕̕͜͜͜ͅR̶̨̢̢̨̤͚̣̬͖̯̬̖̮̝̲͓͈̫͈̖͖̘͖̣͕͉̙̺̟͖͔̥̞̼̖̣̻͇̤̮̯͎̙͓͇͕̗̰̺̔̈́̊͌́͊̈́́͒͂̀́̏͒̓͋̏̒̇͘̚͜͝͝Ŗ̶̢̡̧̢̛͉͖̭̲͕͓̥͍̣̫̠̪̤̮̟͔̺̭̫̦̭͗̉̎́͌͂̆̽̾̅͒̈̉̅͋̐̾͐̾̉̏̌̇̑̽̄̽̓̄̆͋͆̚͘̚̚͜͜͠͝ͅÒ̷̡̢̧̘͍̥͈̯̲̫̘͍̹̤͚͚͓̫̰̯͙̤͕͇̖̱̦̻̞̙͖̰̋̃̑̑̚͜͜͜R̴̞͕̞̀̆͗̃. MEMORY N̴̮̔̂̇̿̈́̃̑́̈́̍̄̈́̊͛̊́̏͌̇̄̄̋̃͂̄̂̒͋̄͂̅̋̈́̍̋̔̈́̉̆̊̑̐͐̽̽͋̅̔̽͝Ǫ̵̡̛͈̼͉̼̥̟̯̜̹̰̼͖̪͎̙̙͎̯̯͙̖̘̼͖͇̻͕̩̼̺̒́́̽̽͆̒͑̿̒̌́̉̅̈́̈́͛̀͌̅͛̒̋̔̄̋̅̌̀͂̾͑́́̈́͘̕̚͝͝͠ͅT̶̢͚̯̣͎͖͖̩͓͈͔͓̠͉͕̗͙̗̖̞͂̔̽̑̿̇̉̈́̌̅͗̈́̏̒̀́̈́̋̏̾̈̎̊̕̚͠͝ ̸̨̡̧͔̫̗̬͈̤̦̲̤̮͔͇̰̪͇͍̯̟̘͇̞̗͎͓͓͓̰̼̪̜͉̤̫̦͍͍̰̼͓̉̆̿̈́͛̒̈͌͌̒̈́̀̾̄̑͐͒̂́͒́͜Ḟ̴̨̮͓͚̻͇̹̹̜̰̐͂̏̂̔͋̈́̂̀̾͂͛͆̒̏O̵̟̐̓̌̎̈́Ư̴̢̧̨̢͖̻̫̙̝͓̪̞̞͍̪͖̥̞͉̝̤̗͓̼̖̫̙̩͎̥̱̺͍̟̪̱̗̜̰̮̜͊̀̽͒̿͒͋̾̍̀̓̌͒͊͐̏̄̓̔̐͂͛͐̊̑̃͋͋̉̔͂͌́̅̔̓̒͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͠Ǹ̶̨͙̥̫͔̜͔͈͙̹͙̍̐͆̐ͅD̷̡̛͉̣͙̝̣͈͕̫̣͉̹͉̭̼̪͍̩̤̄̈̌̏̏̅̓͛̊͗̆̒̅̉͛͌͊͆̔͝.] . . . .

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Based on my most recent fic ( What Hatred Sounds Like) I decided that my little terror Gloom needed a face! So, here is some heart of our lovely ... creature ❤️

(Base used; original base by precia on patreon!!)

Soo uhhh--

Not much to see here besides Kieran in a playboy bunny suit hah

At first I wanted to give him some fitting bunny ears but for the love of God I couldn't make them look natural/ it just didn't worked out like I wanted hhhhhhh

As I said its the first time I've tried a softer shading and almost no lineart (which took me longer that I thought but that's also because of the fucking suit tho)

P.s i can't do men

I’m gonna call him B on here

How we feeling about B’s latest piece guys ⁉️🔥🔥🔥

He knows his yellow he kept saying it everytime he made a line 😭😭😭

some baby and older ranboo sketches and ranboo with michael!!