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ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

Archer: *jumps back onto his feet like a startled cat, almost choking on his apple while doing it. He thumped on his chest trying to steady his coughing, noticing something odd about his bare chest. It looked unnatural almost. Was Offender suffering from an internal injury? For better or worse Archer knelt down next to him to study it further with a focused frown*

*before his eyes he saw offenders chest shift back into a more natural shape with another sickening noise, while soon after Archer could feel a presence appear in the air as Offender’s consciousness seemed to turn on like a broken old TV, all at once at first with a startling burst of color and noise, before refining as the static cleared and focused somewhat, though things still felt vague and rather off with it. the consciousness focusing, Archer could tell that it’s attention was getting focused on him, and he really didn’t like it.
after another moment or two of stillness, Offender suddenly lurched up into a sitting position with an almost unnatural rag doll look to the clumsy, jerky movement, his head still hanging limp against his chest as though he had no control over his neck, and his arms hanging just as limply beside him.
Archer started to hear a hissing, no, more like a sizzling noise starting to come from the slender being, Archers gaze quickly finding the source of the noise as the black stain that was starting to form over where Offenders mouth would normally be, coming into even greater view as he suddenly lurched to his feet, as Archer could make out that the skin around Offenders teeth was literally dissolving away in patches as whatever corrosive substance he was holding in his mouth leaked between his teeth.
Offenders body proportions shifted creepily along with his movements in unsettling, disproportionate bursts of change that looked painful just to watch, becoming longer, thinner, and more bestial, quickly towering over Archer in even such a quick amount of time and Offenderman stumbled forward to brace himself against the opposite wall.
Claws digging into the brick wall his shoulders heaved and Offenderman vomited, dumping out what almost looked like buckets of inky black goo, which sizzled when it made contact with the floor beneath him, chunks of black sizzling flesh or worrying size being able to be seen in the growing puddle of corrosive black material, his shoulders and back muscles occasionally heaving as he vomited up another batch of the stuff, each one seeming to have more chunks of flesh then the last, as Archer stood there horrified, yet still unable to look away as he watched the older slender-being literally puke his guts out to the sound of brick and asphalt dissolving under the black goo*

Archer: *He remained frozen save for his heavy, startled breathing as he gawks at the older Slender. The vomiting of acid was one thing, but the sudden change of Offender’s appearance was something else. It was a gave reminder of the creatures they really are. Archer swallowed thickly around his tongue, watching Offender seemingly catch his breath. He felt like he should do something, anything to help but was failing to think of any ways to. Not only that… the deformed look of the elder’s body was enough to make his hesitate, and freeze like a deer.*

*he gave a few last dry heaves before turning his attention back over to Archer with a look that was nothing short of horrific.
The acid had burned away most of his face, leaving an inky black, meaty looking face that was given a skeletal appearance by his massive set of pearly white teeth that rimmed his open, panting mouth, which also appeared especially empty with his mostly burned away gums, and the larger hole reaching all the way trough his bottom jaw where his tongue, with Archer even being able to trace back along the slender beings neck where the acid had apparently burned a few holed through his esophagus, and was now leaking the corrosive black substance down his collarbones as well in thin burning lines. 
But most noticeable of all would have to have been the vivid pink irises that looked inflamed, fractured even, with small veins of it burned away with damage from the acid, and with heavily dilated pupils that still eerily focused their gaze on Archer.
Shifting his stance a bit, he turned to face Archer, rearing up from his previously hunched over state to a height of about nine to ten feet tall, even with the light crouch he still had, his body structure having taken on a bit more of a four legged stance like a bear, or maybe a gorilla or something, and taking in a deep breath, before slamming down on all fours and letting loose a loud furious roar at Archer as a swarm of white tentacles snaked from his back and started to thrash threateningly.

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ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

ask-archer-the-slender:

ask-sexual-offenderman:

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

Archer: *jumps back onto his feet like a startled cat, almost choking on his apple while doing it. He thumped on his chest trying to steady his coughing, noticing something odd about his bare chest. It looked unnatural almost. Was Offender suffering from an internal injury? For better or worse Archer knelt down next to him to study it further with a focused frown*

*before his eyes he saw offenders chest shift back into a more natural shape with another sickening noise, while soon after Archer could feel a presence appear in the air as Offender’s consciousness seemed to turn on like a broken old TV, all at once at first with a startling burst of color and noise, before refining as the static cleared and focused somewhat, though things still felt vague and rather off with it. the consciousness focusing, Archer could tell that it’s attention was getting focused on him, and he really didn’t like it.
after another moment or two of stillness, Offender suddenly lurched up into a sitting position with an almost unnatural rag doll look to the clumsy, jerky movement, his head still hanging limp against his chest as though he had no control over his neck, and his arms hanging just as limply beside him.
Archer started to hear a hissing, no, more like a sizzling noise starting to come from the slender being, Archers gaze quickly finding the source of the noise as the black stain that was starting to form over where Offenders mouth would normally be, coming into even greater view as he suddenly lurched to his feet, as Archer could make out that the skin around Offenders teeth was literally dissolving away in patches as whatever corrosive substance he was holding in his mouth leaked between his teeth.
Offenders body proportions shifted creepily along with his movements in unsettling, disproportionate bursts of change that looked painful just to watch, becoming longer, thinner, and more bestial, quickly towering over Archer in even such a quick amount of time and Offenderman stumbled forward to brace himself against the opposite wall.
Claws digging into the brick wall his shoulders heaved and Offenderman vomited, dumping out what almost looked like buckets of inky black goo, which sizzled when it made contact with the floor beneath him, chunks of black sizzling flesh or worrying size being able to be seen in the growing puddle of corrosive black material, his shoulders and back muscles occasionally heaving as he vomited up another batch of the stuff, each one seeming to have more chunks of flesh then the last, as Archer stood there horrified, yet still unable to look away as he watched the older slender-being literally puke his guts out to the sound of brick and asphalt dissolving under the black goo*

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ask-the-flesh-thief asked: Kneeling down next to the pale monster, she looked from him to her claws. "I wonder..." She mused quietly to herself, before pushing a single claw deep into his chest, letting it sink it all the way to her knuckle. At first, nothing happened, but then millions of tiny spikes began to push out, branching from beneath his skin, originating from the claw. Spreading through him like a voracious bacteria, tasting him and binding the being to her so that he could not teleport away if he abruptly woke.

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ask-sexual-offenderman:

*she immediately began to feel a burning sensation, like she had dipped her finger into slightly watered down battery acid, the feeling continuing as she spread out under his skin, which likewise felt softer than she had expected, like his muscles, tendons, and flesh were only barely holding themselves together enough to maintain his shape, although on the flip side, his healing seemed immensely aggressive, the spikes twisting and bending, some even snapping under the strain as his system tried to forcibly reject the intrusions, although she noticed that this was mostly towards the surface of his body, as the deeper it was, the more acidic it got, and the less stable-and more liquid-like his internal structures seemed to be *

The burning was bearable, but not enough so to continue such intrusions currently. Waiting for the caustic biting to finish, she finally withdrew her hand. Missing the claw that had delved into the alabaster skin, tainted steam rising  up into the air. Expeditiously, new flesh reconstituted itself along the damaged digit. In no time at all, a fresh claw was made, like it had never been damaged in the first place, just like the now healed skin of the Slender.

Such an fascinating reaction…

This time, she shoved in all five talons, all the way up to the very last of her knuckles. Pain did not register this go around as the hardened  talons repeated their spreading. Cutting through the mass of tissue that threatened to break them, the murky flesh healing as quickly as the burning lapped against it. Why the Skinner had let herself get close enough to even do this, knowing the larger could wake up any moment, was anyone’s guess. Only that she continued to let her talons spider out and through the slender, searching, feeling, hunting. Spines closest to the surface becoming less common as the cutting stayed deeper inside the body. Not having to deal with the unbelievable compressing force there.

*still she got no reaction out of him, although interestingly enough, with her claws having sliced through the top layers of flesh and skin and down to the more corrosive liquids deeper inside, it seemed they had opened a few channels, allowing for some of the corrosive substances to leak out and start burning the top layers of his skin faster than his healing could keep up with it, making growing black marks that spread out from the puncture points with a slight sizzling of dissolving flesh*

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ask-the-flesh-thief asked: Kneeling down next to the pale monster, she looked from him to her claws. "I wonder..." She mused quietly to herself, before pushing a single claw deep into his chest, letting it sink it all the way to her knuckle. At first, nothing happened, but then millions of tiny spikes began to push out, branching from beneath his skin, originating from the claw. Spreading through him like a voracious bacteria, tasting him and binding the being to her so that he could not teleport away if he abruptly woke.

*she immediately began to feel a burning sensation, like she had dipped her finger into slightly watered down battery acid, the feeling continuing as she spread out under his skin, which likewise felt softer than she had expected, like his muscles, tendons, and flesh were only barely holding themselves together enough to maintain his shape, although on the flip side, his healing seemed immensely aggressive, the spikes twisting and bending, some even snapping under the strain as his system tried to forcibly reject the intrusions, although she noticed that this was mostly towards the surface of his body, as the deeper it was, the more acidic it got, and the less stable-and more liquid-like his internal structures seemed to be *

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ask-archer-the-slender asked: Archer: *sits on Offender's chest munching an apple contently, occasionally looking at the other Slender's face to see if he will stir. He frowned feeling a strange sense of pity for the unconscious brute, well, only a little bit. But continued eating none the less*

*he had only barely sat down for a few moments when suddenly felt a slight twitch of movement from underneath him, followed by a sickening cracking noise coming from the unconscious slender-beings chest, as if bones were being shifted around beneath the skin*

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zenuxprime asked: Arc, who would say Smexy sounds like? Who would you compare his voice to the closest? I'm sure this has been asked before but im to lazy to scroll through everything to find it x.x

Arc: here, Ive got a few links for it on my FAQ
http://arcanineryu.deviantart.com/art/Smexy-FAQ-379140453

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miss-fifer asked: //How's the comic script going for you?

Arc:it’s goin alright all things considered. Ive got a pencil artist working on it now and have got one of the scripts very close to being finished. it’s just about finding the time and drive to finish both them and my homework, especially since no matter what i do the comic’s are going to take months of work to pull off, and im worried that interest in the character will wane too quickly during the time in which i have to focus all my effort on these big projects instead of making sure the audience get’s a stady stream of smaller works of art consitently to keep them engaged.

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Anonymous asked: Ey, I put the blanket on him because nobody said he was wearing his coat and he's passed out in an alley. There's more than. 70% chance he was in nothing but his hat and nobody in their right mind wants to see that.

*well he still had his coat on, but i guess it’s the thought that counts*

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japanesecommunity asked: Arc you sound really exhausted, need any help?

Arc: sure, but the question is how exactly could you legitimately help me in the first place? what exactly could you do that would help me in my current situation?

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cfw-is-foxy-the-fox-profile-2 asked: AHHH SHIT NOW WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO! *bites his head*

*his inky black blood seeps into your mouth, but thats about it, nothing much else happens and he still doesnt respond*

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ask-raverman-the-slender asked: <b>*Walks over and sees Offender passed out on the ground with a line of crazy anons leading up to him* *cuts the line and walks over to him, leaning down and scrubbing the marker off of the tall being* There you go. *sits down across from him and waits for him to wake up*</b>

*needles to say the results are pretty entertaining*

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cfw-is-foxy-the-fox-profile-2 asked: GOD DAMN I'M NOT SUPPOSE TO SMELL GOOD! *eats his hat*

*it seems to refuse to get ground up in your gears however and instead jams them, so now you got a hat stuck in your throat*

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supersheogorath asked: Fine you got me but I was jus pissed off because he wanted me to show him my insane side and I wasn't very interested in doing that so I decided what the hell he wants to see it he'll see it. Come to think of it eating something unnatural is one of the signs of insanity.

Arc: yeah maybe, but analyzing what constitutes as insane behavior to see which one should be best imitated typically isn’t

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Anonymous asked: Arc why is Smexy knocked out?

Arc: you say that like you expect me to keep tabs on the guy or something. what, you think i want to watch him go about his daily routine of raping a bunch of people or something? because i don’t fly that way.

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shinigamidhamon asked: With Smexy being this passed out. why is it only poking/asking questions/placing blankets on him when they could get away with much more than that like drawing on him or perhaps even taking a few limb's off him hell even dress him up is some childish cos-play if he's as passed out as i think he is or even move him to a precarious location where he could get hurt or even die?

*you muse to yourself as a random anon covers him even further in random knick knacks. now he just looks like a random pile of crap somone had dumped in an alley*