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Succubus

  • Writer: Malice Blūm
    Malice Blūm
  • 2 hours ago
  • 1 min read

This was one of my first digital drawings—a succubus. I was still learning line work, shading, and how wierd I was willing to take things. It started as a normal body, but soon became a little twisted.


I was on a Discord call with my friend while drawing this. He used to watch me sketch while he played games. At one point, I was very zoomed in… working on her panties.


His screen froze.


And that’s when his stepmom walked into his room. He couldn’t minimize it. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t explain. Just stuck there.


So somewhere in San Diego, this piece made a very unexpected first impression.

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