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Oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away

(Way, away, away)

Save me if I become

My demons!🎶

My Demons - STARSET

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After . . . FOREVER, I finished it!! A Skeppy DTIYS. I wanted to play around with colors and expressions! Try it out! I want to see your go at it! Tag me, on . . .

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I'm very much proud of this! I adore the way I colored Bad!

Inspired by this Twitter Post

You can also find my art on Twitter!

Edit: Post didn't save the final written work. I give up I'll fix it later. Sorry.

⚠️ Warning! ⚠️

Bloody Flower Veins

Their Bond felt empty.

It felt hollow . . .

Cold.

The beating heart on the other side of their link stopped. He didn't feel it.

Even pulling all of his senses onto it and focusing on their Soul Bond, he couldn't hear it or feel it.

There was no gentle beat.

No welcoming Lub Dub in his chest.

His second Heart had stopped beating.

.

. .

Staring at his soulless eyes, Bad felt his heart clench.

From head to toe, the blue diamond that encrusted his skin like heavenly kisses, had turned red. Like bloody thorns piercing through his skin as if encrusted in hellish wounds.

Bad called out for his other half. Called out for the other's heart. He wanted his Heart's gentle heartbeat back.

"Skeppy . . . ?"

His voice broke, weighed with so many emotions he couldn't fully comprehend. He felt thorns pin-prickle his chest, each one dig themselves into his skin, just above his veins.

The humidity in the room seemed to worsen. It felt suffocating, it felt hot.

Breathing in was a struggle, the air was hot and he could smell the spores and toxic fumes the tiny flower buds gave off.

He would have worried and panicked about it if he hadn't felt as if he were suffocating.

The painful weight on his chest moved up to his throat, gripping at his airway and sinking in. Pressing down and restricting his breathing.

Pulling in air was painful. His jaw fell open as he struggled to breath. Squeaky gasps falling out into the quiet chamber.

Hands flew to his throat, but with a pained gasp he pulled away.

His skin burned.

Sweat drenched his entire body and it stung like salt rubbed onto a wound.

He hunched in on of himself. Form quivering in pain.

He was in pain.

He was in pain and he couldn't feel his Soul Bound.

He was in pain and his other half wasn't.

Skeppy stood motionless, glinting like a pretty ruby under the shroomlight.

He was devoid of any feeling.

He no longer felt what his Soul Bound felt.

Bad coughed out a sob, white glassy eyes squinting in pain as salty tears came down, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

Night had fallen over the landscape, the darkness covering the dark wood forest in eerie silence. The night sang with the gentle brush of leaves in the breeze, and the huffs of cows that ran for cover from the deadly horrors the darkness brought.

The groans of the living dead, searching for the last of their life. Lost and enraged and broken as they swiped in vain.

The rattle of bones that made skin crawl. The pull of a bow and the release of the quiver. The zip of an arrow and the clash of bones on the ground.

The hisses of spiders and Creepers. The creatures that crawled on all legs, moving along the damp ground.

The jump of a spider and the slice of a sword. The gurgled hiss of a dying spider.

Night was unforgiving, and so were her subjects. That much did Bad know.

A man, of glowing white eyes, and darken void skin, and long pointed horns, stood over the giant and now dead spider. Two kids at either side of his legs. Wings unfurled over the two protectively.

"Keep moving."

He gentle advise. They moved, weaving through the thick leaves and tall undergrowth. The night was only establishing her reign. The night was for her subjects. So she sang.

The blowing breeze sang with the warning hiss of a igniting Creeper.

Bad immediately swiped his sword, over the blinking creeper that had crossed his path. The mossy and scaly skin of the Creeper radiated sparks. It was getting ready to blow.

. . .

Through the thick cover of undergrowth and darkness, Creepers had an advantage.

Crawling on all fours and blending in with the greenery they moved in silence. Night was your cover. She made sure of it.

George found it fascinating. How they kept so quiet, as they crawled through the land. Mossy and scaly skin blending in with the greenery.

He loved his culture and he wanted to know more.

So he insisted on learning.

He'd followed the eldest Creeper he'd been entrusted to with obedience. He didn't stray away. He knew he'd freak out the elder Creeper if he did.

They were on patrol, making sure to keep members of the other mob kingdoms in check. And to keep unwanted beings off of their domain.

That is something that George never understood. What beings?

He had asked the elder Creeper he followed, just what did that mean?

They responded with a story of said beings attacking mobs, the subjects to the night. How they ruined the peace in their domain.

They certainly didn't look like any of them. Not like spiders or the creepers. But resembled actual functioning zombies or skeletons. Those beings however had flesh and bone that wasn't rotting away.

How he should be wary, because they'll always go for you.

That's when he noticed them. Beings. One was tall and hunched ever so slightly, moving in a hurry.

George had pointed it out to the Creeper. They turned to look at the being that approached. They began to ignite and hiss in warning for the elder Creeper had the young prince in his care.

The Creeper would blow to protect the prince. Their blast won't hurt him, he was enchanted with blast protection. He could go off before this creature trued anything against them or their prince.

But the swipe of the sword came faster than the blow.

And the creeper fell and a horrified cry shatter the song the night sang.

. . .

The small group reacted to the scream.

Bad jumped away, his wing pulling the kid to his left, Sapnap, with him, but the kid to his right, Dream, shot forwarded towards the creeper, sword held high.

He swung the blade of his nearly broken wooden sword over the face of a creeper, the one that had cried out when the first one fell.

He was shocked and confused at the cry that he heard. But his instinct and impulse took control and he shot forward. He expected the creeper to flash and blink in defense to his approach.

But he didn't expect it to fling itself away, the tip of his wooden sword, hooking onto the buckle of a mask and yanking it off.

The mask fell revealing the face of a boy. Huge brown eyes, swimming with tears and crying out it horror.

"You killed Crater!" He cried.

The world stood still as the noise of the night became distant. It was all quiet except for the sobbing and cries from the creeper prince.

And the Creeper King heard.

He heard the cries of his son, as did the rest of the creepers. They heard the cries of their prince and anger and fear took hold of their souls.

Enraged hissing filled the night, and heavy stomping of crawling beings shook the ground. The blinking of igniting creepers and white glowing pupils against dark scleras surrounded the group.

Bad was reeling with confusion, panic and shock. He pulled his kids close with his wings, hus white eyes sweeping over the circle of creepers that were closing in. His eyes fell over the small boy that cried in front of him. And the icy feeling of fear washed over his chest.

He nearly threw himself towards the kid. Creepers were behind him and all he wanted was to protect these three kids he had at the moment.

But he couldn't.

He froze in astonishment as the creepers stopped but one came closer and it shifted turning nearly human. They bent down and lifted the sobbing boy in it's - his? - arms. Holding him close to his chest.

A tall man, of glowing white pupils and black scleras glared dangerously at the group who made his son cry. Skin dark with hues of green scales and moss. A gold crown that adorned his messy - mossy? - hair, detailed with thorny vines. He hissed, but his hiss was deep and deadly.

The Creeper King.

Bad had only heard legends.

"They killed Crater."

The boy in the Man's arms whimpered. The glowing pupils of the Creeper King slid to the floor, landing on the decapitated body of an old friend.

An old friend he trusted with his life and the life of his son.

The Creeper King sparked in anger. Eyes flashing, and Emiting the hiss of igniting TNT.

His friend was killed and his son could have died.

The Creeper King was enraged.

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Aye!! Its so late! But I couldn't sleep with this on my mind! So take this Creeper King!Sam and Creeper Prince!George (even though he's human) and DadBoyHalo with his Demon(?) Sons Sapnap and Dream! I inspired and based off of @dtvibez and her anons talking about this in her ask box! I hope you like it!

Good night 😓😴!

Will fully edit it tomorrow morning, it was rushed sorry!

P.S.

Simp over my drawing of Bad /lh /j

Based off of our conversation! I'll doodle some scenes later when I can! Also Tumblr Persona go brrrr!

This took forever! I kept getting interrupted!!!

Jealousy. That’s what he felt.

For what reason? He wasn’t really sure and he entirely hated that.

He hated the way his heart clenched. Jumped and pulled at him, the way it threw itself at his rib cage, begging him for something. His heart would beat it’s way to his throat, clogging it, and blocking out his voice from speaking, words that he was sure would always fail. Hate the way his words would stumble out in a mess of ugly feelings if he spoke. For a few seconds, he would feel the tightness in his throat and wince. His eyes would narrow and glare at the closest thing near him. His hearing would hyperfocus on the cause of his jealousy. He’d feel his lips part into a sneer. To stop himself from revealing his feelings, he’d bite down on his lip, pulling it closed and seal his lips. Pulling his hand up to his cheek, trying to shield his strained feelings casually. Rubbing his face in an attempt to calm and ground himself. He’d tear away his eyes falling back into his turmoil. He’d pull at his heart, struggle for a bit before forcing his hearing to listen to his thoughts. His free hand will pull in as if to hug himself and grip the closest thing he had. And after a bit of a struggle, he’d finally pull his heart into place, lock it up and pull himself back to reality, the one he’d rather not face. His mind would come in and scold his heart. Yell at it, but his heart would still beat at his rib cage. He hated how he would feel. So he’d turn away and force himself to move.

But he couldn’t do that right now.

He sat at his desk, griping at his hoodie sleeves—the vile feeling pushing up his chest and towards his throat. It always left an uncomfortable gap in his chest. The longer he listened to them speak, the longer he thought he’d explode. He silently inhaled, pulling air into his lungs. His lungs felt thick as if he went a while without breathing. He grounded himself once again (They’ve been at it for half an hour). He pushed the wretch feeling down and straightened himself. Centering himself always helped.

He stared at his computer screen, TeamSpeak was open and moved his courser at the exit button.

“Hey, I have to go,” He mumbled out, his voice cutting through their conversation.

“Awe, really?”

Oh gosh. Their voice had to fall into a disappointed tone, yet it contained a slight hint of teasing. And darn did it do things to his heart.

“Yeah, I’m tired,” He bluffed smoothly; he could hear the ‘goodbyes,’ but he couldn’t care at the moment. He closed everything and turned off his computer, the light disappearing and casting him in the darkroom alone. He glanced at his window, watching the setting sun sink over the neighborhood. The once golden orange light glided out of the window a good while ago. Although the sky was still a fiery color, several stars began to blink awake.

Sitting in his room, he felt alone.

The wicked feelings immediately came back full force—his heart reeling with the sudden punch of emotions.

Gosh, those feelings hurt. Jealousy was back and thriving in his current state. Oh gosh, he didn’t want to go back to it. He didn’t want to go back to the life Jealousy had ruled before—the life where Jealousy, Loneliness, and Indifference ruled.

His thoughts began to slip. They cascaded from his consciousness towards his heart. They followed the flow and trickled to his soul like raindrops through a broken roof. They pooled to the bottom and began to fill, gracelessly spilling through the cracks of his healing soul. The cracks he’d begun to cover in cement over the years. His mind fell into memories he buried under his feet, so long ago. They came up to him, looking him deep in the eyes, making their presence known to him and him alone. He dropped his elbows onto his knees and leaned his face into his waiting hands. He growled, furiously rubbing at his face, threading his fingers through his hair and tugging to center himself again. A pained grunt tumbled out of his lips as he shut his eyes in an attempt to block the intrusive memories out. They, however, engraved themself in the back of his eyes, darkly chuckling at him. He was slipping back into those thoughts.

‘It was going to be one of those nights again, huh?’ He wondered, resigning himself to the thought.

Throwing his head back up, he stood up from his chair, deciding that doing anything would help him. Anything at all would do.

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