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and-corn · 8 months

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bundleofboys · 3 days

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April's $5+ Patreon Exclusive is extra special: a 1000 word illustrated prose story featuring catboy heat, magic rings, and the workings of a threesome between Casio, Damh, and Zarak 🔥😻💦

Patrons can read it right now, and for everyone else, a non-illustrated version will be available publicly sometime next week.

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#patreon #Patreon exclusive #monthly exclusive #short story #prose #illustrated prose #Casio #Damh #Zarak #catboy heat #heat kink

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amoodybun · 10 months

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I am almost postive I never posted the Sorrel and The Dogwood Illustrations here.

Have some 2020 art.

#Illustration #artists on tumblr #rabbits #bunny #fairy tale #fantasy #illustrated prose #poetry #flemish giant #netherland dwarf #bunny rabbit #ink drawing #vintage #my art #myart

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blueberry-lemon · 5 months

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I'm very curious if the "illustrated prose" form will ever take off in a big way. Like, the form that Paranatural is currently made in, as well as the most recent chapter of Cucumber Quest and Homestuck: Beyond Canon.

It definitely loosens up the labor/time requirements for a comic creator, and I feel like it should be pretty adaptable to reading on mobile depending on how you format it.

Is there a website that hosts these kinds of things?

#blogofkylelab #illustrated prose

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nasikasakura · 2 years

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A little home for me ♡ ♡ ♡

"I want to belong somewhere that I feel safe, respected, and free to live the way that I choose. This is my life - my only one - and I want to actually live it. I want to be where I am welcome to take up space. I want a space to reflect my soul, where I can flourish. Someplace not dominated by the stipulations and energies of others. I want someplace that is mine. I want myself a home. A home. A home. A home." June 2nd, 2022

#anime art #anime illustration #ink drawing #ink illustration #copic art #illustrated prose #stream of consciousness #mental health #stagnation #lonliness #feeling lost #home #self portrait #NasikaSakura_Nasika

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lucidloving · 25 days

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D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn

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adriancm · 6 months

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It was neither fate nor destiny, but manifestation.

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #nature #aesthetic #art #artwork #drawing #illustration #ocean #moon #clouds #stars #blue #thoughts #space #writing #traditional art #waves #prose #landscape

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bebs-art-gallery · 2 months

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Artworks by Konstantin Korobov

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thirstywaffles · 1 year

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Kimcom on a summer vacation for a zine in 2020

#doodley #artists on tumblr #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #yoo sangah #lee gilyoung #lee jihye #lee hyunsung #biyoo #orv #jung heewon #shin yoosung #illustration #added alt text! thank you @/princess-of-purple-prose!

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punkpandapatrixk · 5 months

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When I was a child I believed everything was possible. Sadly, I was met with adults who told me I should grow up and be responsible. They said fairy tales aren't sensible.

For a time I listened to that, thinking their worldview was reliable. When they told me my dreams and ambitions were unattainable. But then, I grew up and came to my own senses...how some adults are abominable.

Adults…many of them see in children what they’ve allowed to die inside of themselves. I know now they are very much ashamed of themselves. For that reason, they’d rather no child grows up to be happier or nobler than themselves.

I’m sure it must be envy.

I’m now a grownup, too. But unlike them, I haven’t died; not really, no. Even better, now that I’m older, I’m going to see all my dreams and ambitions come true.

And one day, when I have a child of my own, I’ll teach them to fight for their own fairy tale.

When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.

— Brian W. Aldiss

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fredicancompose · 1 month

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Maybe we are unique, maybe we are not just people, but art museums displaying vivid colours.

- Fredicancompose

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and-corn · 5 days

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artbysherryle · 5 months

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My art @artbysherryle

November 19, 2023

Autumn came

red orange and yellow trees

Just around the corner Thanksgiving

I will think of you

when I feel the warmth of the California sun

And everytime I hear about

the beauty of Indonesia

or the cold winter's in Holland

and in the cute faces of dogs and cats

I will forever see you in your children

and remember how special you are

I send you my love

#prose #artrage #digital art #Autumn #illustration #my art #saying goodbye

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tohakumaru · 28 days

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>you lower your head and touch the tip of the nomad's beak >you put the palm of your hand against the side of its head, tenderly

the nomad closes its eyes and presses its forehead against yours, and the world explodes behind your rotting eye lids. flashes of pink, white, and red streaking over a stream of technicolours. your heart bursts with hope, like the first time you'd ever seen fireworks, like the furtive joy of being-let-in-to-a-love-larger-than-life. a warm taste of candied ginger spreads from the tip of your tongue all the way to the back of your throat.

it ends just as quickly and suddenly as it starts. you can't just come back to life. i'm sorry, that's not how this works.

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once upon a time there was a little girl standing by a murky pond, on the side of the road. she was too young to understand desire, so this need, this surging, swirling temptation churning in her stomach ladden with disgust and fright, telling her to crush between her fingers a clump of foaming pink snail eggs resting on the stalk of a lotus surely must be the voice of the devil.

i don't remember how the story ends. i can't tell if the girl went home that night and became a woman, or if she is still sleeping amongst the lotus roots.

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you watch the nomad pulls away, puts its cloak back on, and resumes its walk. begrudgingly, your faltering limbs move as if of their own will, and bring you along. as silence makes itself known like a tertiary character in a crude paperback novel, you become acutely aware of a desperate thirst. your throat is all but parched, shrivelled flesh, brittle bones; fingertips grating away with sand like chalk on the pavement.

then it appears before you. a gaping hole in the sand: a pool of water inside a black rock, an abnormal outcrop in the sea of sand. the water is crystal-clear and so perfectly still, its reflection of the empty sky gives the impression of an infinite pit. as casual as can be, the nomad approaches the pool and dips its beak in a few time. then it stands aside and looks at you.

without waiting for an invite, emboldened by the incredible thirst, you rush towards the water. at first you try to cup your hands to drink, but the water keeps leaking through so you abandon all attempts at etiquette and sink your head in, lapping up the water like an animal. and who cares, who cares? so beautiful, my love, as the water runs down your chin, wets your neck and splashes all over your hair.

when the thirst subsides you see a fleck of silver at the bottom of the pool. the moon, the bastard! you claw at the water, trying to catch it with your fingers. give it back, give it all back. please. please. please. i want to go home.

but that's not how this works.

the nomad puts its hand on your shoulder. it's time to carry on.

read the previous chapter here

story up to date here

#illustration #drawing #art #impossible nomad #fiction #writing #story telling #prose #poetry #and belated happy birthday to myself #i'm 27 #and i want to be alive #poll

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peaceishim · 6 days

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I miss my pretty little radio.

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weirdlookindog · 5 months

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Frank Utpatel - Cover art for Clark Ashton Smith's 'Poems in Prose', 1964

#frank utpatel #clark ashton smith #poems in prose #arkham house #cover art #horror art #fantasy art #art #illustration

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