#teeheeheeheehee

(tw: blood and meself (very beaten up) . and V2 ultrakill sniles)

Your face lolls into the pillow and it smells like fever dreams and cold-sweat nightmares.  The fabric of your underwear catches on your clit and you gasp, arching against his chest.  “Easy,” he murmurs as his fingers drag back and forth.  He hooks his foot around your ankle, forces your legs open.  You asked for this.  You’ll take it and thank him. 

Lightning silhouettes the world beyond the porch in black and purple.  When you close your eyes, you see the rooftops of the town in the colors of heaven.  You rock against his hand and pretend you’re someone else somewhere else.  You feel the thunder in your teeth and wish with all your heart the rain would fall. 

He puts an abrupt end to the friction and cups you in his palm, wide and warm.  You make a plaintive sound and wiggle your hips, push your ass against him.  You need to feel something.  You need him to help you. 

“Please,” you moan. 

He presses his lips to the back of your neck, whispers into the shell of your ear like a lover.  “You love me?” 

AHHHHH THESE WERE THE FIRST DRAWINGS I EVER MADE OF MY BABIESSS [The original five, that is]

Ignoring the incredibly outdated and horrendous, this is a sketchbook page I made yesterday

how it's started vs how it's going =]

its officially been over a year now seince I wrote this story, and it's just as if not even more dear to me

i was going through my canephrine folder, and I found the original reference sheet for the original five, it was such a nostolgia trip, and made me so happy to see

as a silly tribute, I decided to make a page in a canephrine sketchbook dedicated to them, and how they have changed over the past year

also wowza, look at my art progress