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Horsing Around

A wholesome little audio drama of a farm boy Sebastian teaching Ominis how to ride a horse, muggle AU. Made this aaaaages ago, together with @waywardprintmaker and @silasbug, the cute art was done by Printmaker😭 Non-profit, just made for free for fans by fans. (p.s.: I take no responsibility for the quality of the mixing xD)

#BIG SLAY #man the good ol' days #reminded me of farmboy AU again as well #when will i write it? i just don't knowww #hl #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #fanart

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#nature

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screams

#that is all #bug.txt

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Worth Every Hurt

#art

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Anastasia Samoylova , Gator (Florida, 2017) , from the series 'FloodZone'

#critters #aesthetic

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unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.

#word #to myself

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#this motherfucking cunt #i hate him #he needs to die #i hope there's poison in his wine #or that the waiter spit in it when Ava wasn't looking #make him stumble and fumble and embarrass himself #hl #fanart #avaric gaunt

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Satan Barbie serving

#satan barbie #SATAN BARBIEEE #what a slut #i need him to die #he is so horrible #awful man #die die die #fanart #hl #avaric gaunt

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Go to bed. Go to school. Go to hell. (CLXXXIII)

#art

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“Cold and Warm” by Vill Liedo

#art

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☀️ Dandelion Doggy ☀️

#art

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#critters #word

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recent and older-ish doodles.

#bug.wip #idk what i'm doing lol #sebinis and gary from ib i guess #vrrrr

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I found these moths separately, and placed them on the tree together I walked away for some time and came back to the little one hiding out under the larger one’s wing :3

#bugs

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They’ve come a long way together, he and Pascal. You don’t forget the serpent who coaxed out your first words. The one who’d keep watch at your cradle, woven between the bars. The one who curled up on your stomach after Ollie left for Hogwarts, when you were forcibly graduated to a grownup bed and got scared of the monsters beneath. I’ll crush them all, Pascal would say, until Father snuffed out the flame. You’ll grow up weak and dependent, Father would say, shooing Pascal back to his study. Every man must face his own demons. - the_invisibility_bloke @the-invisibility-bloke

#i've stared at him so long my eyes are burning #i am still pepecry #HE IS JUST A BABY #thank you for the feels (pain) #fanart #ominis gaunt #hl

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Sunday

Forgot to post this earlier. Art I whipped up for a fanfic :)

#fanart #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hl #look at the soft bois #i wanna squish them in my hand

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when you're younger you make fun of it because it seems boring but one of the best parts of getting older and maturing is recognizing how simply lovely all that cliche shit is. sunsets really are so endlessly satisfying. the hint of lilacs in the breeze really is soft and delicate and sweet. sometimes it feels good just to successfully clean the sink, to find an affordable appliance in the color you've been wanting, to try a new recipe, to finally get through that one television series like how you've been meaning.

it seemed stupid because they tell you - it'll feel quick - but it does feel quick. when i was younger it was like time was molasses. i couldn't get out of there fast enough. all the eras of my life stretched out into taffy. but then you are 29 on a walk with a friend and you both just stop to smell the lily of the valley at your feet. you are both standing there, quiet, enjoying the simple moment of peace.

they say it gets better a lot, which used to have no meaning to me. better for me was undefined and daunting. but here is one way it got better without me trying - a few days ago i was walking my dog and stopped to stand in a sunbeam, turning my cheeks up at the shaft of golden fairylights, the dustmotes in the wood all shivering their little dancing bodies. a stranger stopped and kind of cocked her head and said basking? and i laughed nervously, already moving to get out of her way. instead, she said can i bask with you? and we stood there, full adults, a soundless hum in our chest. when the clouds came back over the sun, we made that awkward small talk - yeah i didn't expect it to be this chilly! and haha spring allergies are comin'.

and you pour yourself a cup of tea and are delighted when you measure the sugar ratio perfectly and you manage to parallel park correctly on the first time (probably because nobody was looking) and yoga really did help your lower back mobility and brown paper packages really do tug on your heartstrings and you love sweaters and furry blankets and watching your little potted plants grow one new and shining leaf and you want to find your younger self and say. yes, i am nostalgic for summers that bent like wheat and were buzzing with low energy and sleep. but darling. adulthood gets better because the time condenses into a prayerbook of your own psalms, these tender beautiful memories. it gets better because things become prettier, gentler, kinder to you - somehow. without you even noticing. you just get to the top of the hill and you realize - oh, this is the thing i've been missing.

#word #relatable #to myself