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eclipseunmuted · 8 days
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recent moth commission! (for BlazingKyatto on Twitter)
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eclipseunmuted · 19 days
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if i could fuck a song i would do it
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eclipseunmuted · 1 month
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moth
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One of my very first scalie ocs !! his name is shaw :3
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eclipseunmuted · 1 month
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at least there's gay people
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eclipseunmuted · 1 month
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Welp. Ive made it as a porn artist my art got stolen and put on r34 lmao
kill me
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eclipseunmuted · 1 month
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Thinking about how red marble stone look way too much like meat
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Happy
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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forget who’s the top or bottom, which one of you is nursing a fresh bite-sized wound and which one of you is licking the blood off your teeth
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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Don’t be surprised if you see me on your trail cam footage tonight. I’m just out being a little freak
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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Theres a funny helplessness to being an artist nowadays, especially when youre in a rocky spot. Both mentally and financially
Machines dont hurt like me when they create, they dont think or feel. Nor eat and sleep. Let alone suffer with a fucking financial crisis. Im honestly a little envious. Its the kind of thing i wish i could be, life would be simpler. I wouldnt worry about becoming useless, a dead weight.
But i wouldnt be an artist at that rate. id be a soulless figure, pumping out things that look good on the surface but have no actual thought or meaning. The process being totally forgone. The happy little kick of my legs when i complete a thing? The excitement in sharing my work in progresses? The repeating lines of dialogue to myself so i dont forget as i write them? The hours of detailing? Like the little things. The attempts at new techniques? The experiences, complexes, traumas, ideals i pour into a creation? The years of time and effort and love and care and desperate need to fill a void with praise and approval? None of that would happen. None of that would matter. The joy in every sketch I do would be erased. Id be a mindless machine.
By god. if only i was. After all i barely have a life outside of art anymore anyway.
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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i have an angel and devil on my shoulder but also a third guy who just tells me to do strange gayboy shit thats not really good or bad per se but it will make everyone in my life think im weirder
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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The desire to be consumed by blind obsession and adoration once more... It gave me purpose. It felt good.
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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This blog is just where im unapologetically stramge im realising . Fuck .
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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whenever i go a few days withojut being horny im like wow it's finally over im finally just a regular person just like everyone else and then it comes back and im like ummm lol is the transient yet visceral nature of life making anyone else hard
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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maybe i WANT my vampire boyfriend to drain me to the point of passing out. Did you ever think about that
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eclipseunmuted · 2 months
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“he has your blood all over his mouth” well we are in love. If you must know
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