Latest Posts by ick-aruss - Page 8
Any other people out there who can't see shit???
man
people can see apples for FUNNNN???????
i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing
started out as a brush test and then I got a little carried away
this moment is Seared into my brain
I wanna start doing backgrounds like this again
headbutts you (affectionate)
+ bonus!
rbs are epic !!!
ALSO this can be interpreted as queerplatonic or regular homies! dont tag this as ship!!! i will bite you!!!
raining gold
this moment is Seared into my brain
Hi! I absolutely love your art! I'm not sure if you've answered this question but I was wondering what drawing tablet and program you use?
Xppen 15.6 artist and clip studio paint!
*offers him to you like he’s a wet rat*
I read a post once that the people who made the bathroom bill to discriminate against transwomen completely forgot about transmen.
what is a glasgow kiss even anyway ?
Soldiers, Poets, Kings
Humans are weird
Hey there demons, it's ya Boi. I have no thoughts, head empty but that brings me to my point. How much of social media is just mindless thoughts? Like really why do we do this, do aliens do this? Just randomly talk about anything to complete strangers. Would they find it weird? Find out thoughts weird? Just imagine the senario, trying to show an alien your phone and then bringing up the topic of social media.
Alien: So you just say things and people listen?
Human: well yes but only certain things, like funny shit or fun ideas. No one likes to listen to the stupid things we read
Alien: then why read it if it's bad? Why not ignore it or not look?
Human: well some people just have the need to argue and we like to watch, it's funny to laugh at stupid people. But we mainly just look at cat videos, here look at this one-
Alien: You watch those willingly?! They are royalty where I am from!! You should pay money for this!!!
Human in a quiet voice:….. I fucking knew it.
The design of the I
cyberknife
help girl im in love with this headcannon
Totoro at the bus stop
I think “You agree. Reblog.” might be one of the most powerful phrases on this site. You agree. Reblog.
You're all grown up now
You're all grown up now
You're all grown up now
You're all grown up now
DO YOU REMEBER THAT POST ABOUT MADUSA WITH THE FUZZY SNAKES AS THE ONES ON HER HEAD?!
no?
Oh well I re drew it because I loved it so much
DO YOU REMEBER THAT POST ABOUT MADUSA WITH THE FUZZY SNAKES AS THE ONES ON HER HEAD?!
no?
Oh well I re drew it because I loved it so much
I don't really animate often but I think this is still one of my favorite parts haha
I don't remember if I ever posted it here but here's a really old c!sandduo discontinued animatic because it's missing them hours
Piglin designs! I’ve only just gotten into the Nether update (late, I know) and wow! I’m loving the design features of these dudes, so I drew some in my style!
tw: kidnapping, non-con drugging
The boy skidded to a halt, almost crashing into a tall body lurking in the middle of the street. He fumbled to steady his footing from the brick wall of a man that blocked his way, brows furrowed instantly in annoyance.
The sun was setting beyond the horizon and the sky had gone a dark red, with ashy grey clouds filling the expanse. The mask sitting on the man’s face made the boy initially think this was Mercenary. But when his head tilted down, finally drawing his attention to the smaller boy, he realised it wasn’t.
The child instantly went sheepish and blushed in embarrassment, having made a fool out of himself in front of an odd stranger.
“Sorry, mister,” he grumbled out, staring up at him with unblinking eyes. He was dressed in a similar get up to Mercenary, with the mask and all. Skulking in the shadows until he found what he was looking for...
The child felt uneasy as the man chuckled under his breath, folding his arms across his chest.
“It’s real creepy lurking on the streets,” the boy sniffed as he imitated his stance, puffing out his chest. “Especially with a Halloween costume.”
The masked man cocked his head. “And don’t you think its a little irresponsible to be talking to strangers?”
The child pouted. “I can look after myself! I’m not a kid.”
“That so?” came the dryly amused response. The boy nodded his head firmly; he hated people thinking he was some weak brat. Mercenary did it all the time and it grated profusely on his nerves. Giving the man one final sweep, the child hummed and blinked up at him.
“Are you one of those contract killers?”
The masked man didn’t move. “Yes, I am.”
Oh. The boy wasn’t expecting such a blunt answer. Was he telling him because he thought he was harmless? He scrunched up his nose and narrowed his eyes at him.
“Then can you kill somebody for me?”
The killer shrugged his shoulders, as if in playful exasperation, and reached for his belt. “Sure. After I’ve done this job.”
Pinched between his two fingers was a rectangular card, flashing it towards the boy smoothly. He took it from him, all while giving him a perplexed, yet judgmental stare.
“Contract killers don’t have business cards.”
“This one does,” he responded with a light chuckle. “How else are people meant to find me?”
“But Merce–” The boy caught himself and stumbled to cover his tracks. “–the people on the television shows say it’s just through the right connections.”
The masked man hummed. “You’re old enough to tell fiction apart from reality, aren’t you?”
The child’s expression wrinkled in anger and he sent him a deadly glare. He flipped over the card and glanced at the front, making a note to ask Mercenary about this guy. He seemed illegitimate and wondered if he was any good at his job at all.
“Of course I am, I’m not...” His heart sank to his boots and his words fizzled out on his tongue. His eyes were wide as he stared at the name on the front of the card, a name Mercenary had warned him about, a name he was meant to stay away from.
Stupid.
It was Mercenary’s rival. The rival that was out to kill them both. Along the ground came a bright stream of light, and the sound of a car slowly rolling up the pavement. The boy swallowed the parched lump in his throat and subtly glanced behind him, watching the black car come to a stop.
He bit the inside of his cheek and turned his focus back on the killer, who was already staring at him. The child could almost feel the smirk.
“I have to go...” He whispered shakily. He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice or his body. “I have to go.”
He turned to run, but a strong force yanked him back by the collar of his shirt, sending him crashing onto the hard floor. He scraped his hands and hissed in pain.
“Stay a bit,” the masked man cooed, his haunting steps coming closer by the second. “After all, I did say I had a job to do.”
The child scrambled onto his feet, ready to break off in a run. But he felt huge arms grab him and yank him back into the hard body, pinning him there. He instantly began thrashing frantically, swinging his legs in the air as he was carried back.
“Help!” He screamed, shredding his vocal chords as tears welled in his eyes. “Mercenary, help! He–”
A gloved hand closed around his mouth and nose, cutting him off. His fingers dug into the man’s wrist as he squirmed uselessly, gasping in pain when he felt the smack of hard leather seats beneath his body.
He lashed out with his legs and kicked viciously as the killer climbed in afterwards, shutting the car door behind him. There was something in his hand and the child cried out in fear, hands scrambling at the locked door opposite.
“No–” He wailed, terror flashing in his eyes as a hand wound through his hair and tugged him back. Something sharp pricked at his neck, and the boy tried reaching lazily for the door handle. His vision started swirling and his arm slumped against the seats.
Voices became too hazy to hear, and in a daze, the small child fell deeply unconscious.
I am INVESTED in this story
tw: kidnapping, non-con drugging
The boy skidded to a halt, almost crashing into a tall body lurking in the middle of the street. He fumbled to steady his footing from the brick wall of a man that blocked his way, brows furrowed instantly in annoyance.
The sun was setting beyond the horizon and the sky had gone a dark red, with ashy grey clouds filling the expanse. The mask sitting on the man’s face made the boy initially think this was Mercenary. But when his head tilted down, finally drawing his attention to the smaller boy, he realised it wasn’t.
The child instantly went sheepish and blushed in embarrassment, having made a fool out of himself in front of an odd stranger.
“Sorry, mister,” he grumbled out, staring up at him with unblinking eyes. He was dressed in a similar get up to Mercenary, with the mask and all. Skulking in the shadows until he found what he was looking for...
The child felt uneasy as the man chuckled under his breath, folding his arms across his chest.
“It’s real creepy lurking on the streets,” the boy sniffed as he imitated his stance, puffing out his chest. “Especially with a Halloween costume.”
The masked man cocked his head. “And don’t you think its a little irresponsible to be talking to strangers?”
The child pouted. “I can look after myself! I’m not a kid.”
“That so?” came the dryly amused response. The boy nodded his head firmly; he hated people thinking he was some weak brat. Mercenary did it all the time and it grated profusely on his nerves. Giving the man one final sweep, the child hummed and blinked up at him.
“Are you one of those contract killers?”
The masked man didn’t move. “Yes, I am.”
Oh. The boy wasn’t expecting such a blunt answer. Was he telling him because he thought he was harmless? He scrunched up his nose and narrowed his eyes at him.
“Then can you kill somebody for me?”
The killer shrugged his shoulders, as if in playful exasperation, and reached for his belt. “Sure. After I’ve done this job.”
Pinched between his two fingers was a rectangular card, flashing it towards the boy smoothly. He took it from him, all while giving him a perplexed, yet judgmental stare.
“Contract killers don’t have business cards.”
“This one does,” he responded with a light chuckle. “How else are people meant to find me?”
“But Merce–” The boy caught himself and stumbled to cover his tracks. “–the people on the television shows say it’s just through the right connections.”
The masked man hummed. “You’re old enough to tell fiction apart from reality, aren’t you?”
The child’s expression wrinkled in anger and he sent him a deadly glare. He flipped over the card and glanced at the front, making a note to ask Mercenary about this guy. He seemed illegitimate and wondered if he was any good at his job at all.
“Of course I am, I’m not...” His heart sank to his boots and his words fizzled out on his tongue. His eyes were wide as he stared at the name on the front of the card, a name Mercenary had warned him about, a name he was meant to stay away from.
Stupid.
It was Mercenary’s rival. The rival that was out to kill them both. Along the ground came a bright stream of light, and the sound of a car slowly rolling up the pavement. The boy swallowed the parched lump in his throat and subtly glanced behind him, watching the black car come to a stop.
He bit the inside of his cheek and turned his focus back on the killer, who was already staring at him. The child could almost feel the smirk.
“I have to go...” He whispered shakily. He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice or his body. “I have to go.”
He turned to run, but a strong force yanked him back by the collar of his shirt, sending him crashing onto the hard floor. He scraped his hands and hissed in pain.
“Stay a bit,” the masked man cooed, his haunting steps coming closer by the second. “After all, I did say I had a job to do.”
The child scrambled onto his feet, ready to break off in a run. But he felt huge arms grab him and yank him back into the hard body, pinning him there. He instantly began thrashing frantically, swinging his legs in the air as he was carried back.
“Help!” He screamed, shredding his vocal chords as tears welled in his eyes. “Mercenary, help! He–”
A gloved hand closed around his mouth and nose, cutting him off. His fingers dug into the man’s wrist as he squirmed uselessly, gasping in pain when he felt the smack of hard leather seats beneath his body.
He lashed out with his legs and kicked viciously as the killer climbed in afterwards, shutting the car door behind him. There was something in his hand and the child cried out in fear, hands scrambling at the locked door opposite.
“No–” He wailed, terror flashing in his eyes as a hand wound through his hair and tugged him back. Something sharp pricked at his neck, and the boy tried reaching lazily for the door handle. His vision started swirling and his arm slumped against the seats.
Voices became too hazy to hear, and in a daze, the small child fell deeply unconscious.
Humans are weird
School. I hate it, I think everyone does. Imagine if school was actually fun and we actually wanted to learn stuff. But imagine if aliens didn't do school, what if they just kinda learned everything as they grew up. Imagine how confused they'd be when they saw children being forced to go to places they don't want to and sit there for 6 hours.
Alien: where does the smaller humans go during the day?
Human: oh to school
Alien: ... School?
Human: yeah where he goes to learn? The teachers there teach him science, math, and English. Do you not have that?
Alien: no, our parents teach us all we need to know and then when we leave we learn the skills we need from others
Human: ......... What?!