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princekirijo · 2 years
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I'm thinking of changing Riku's label to bisexual
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ruporas · 5 months
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kisses of affirmation (ID in alt)
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guesst · 10 months
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MAFIA AU PART 1
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sneez · 1 year
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tervis (oc) sightings
/ id: three screenshots from the video game pathologic. tervis, a hunched figure wearing long hooded robes and carrying a walking staff, has been digitally painted into each scene. the first shows tervis crouching on a metal walkway between two buildings in the factory district. the second shows tervis with their hand pressed against an infected house, looking balefully out into the night. the third shows tervis sitting against the wall of the railway station, observing the trains. end id. /
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localghostgorl · 7 months
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The Vallakovich family. Vargas, Lydia and Viktor as invisioned by me.
I do commissions!  
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dayvad · 4 months
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Starting the year off right with a new vampire oc
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Complimented the Starbucks barista on her cool buzzcut today and said I've been thinking about cutting mine short again and she said "do it" so emphatically that I almost went home and got the clippers
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vjonk · 3 months
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i havent really been drawing at all for a bit now, but i have been crafting :)
lots of photos under the cut vvvvv
gnomes:
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continued my marionette fursona project from last year:
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(i still need to make the wooden cross thingy and string the doll up)
linocut:
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crochet bunnies:
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#crafting#crochet#gnomes#bnnuy#fursona#furry sfw#the gnomes were for a christmas market thing and i also made some for my relatives on my mother's side#the marionette doll is hugely inspired/based on/copied from a furry marionette doll that went viral on tiktok last year#since that tiktok furry doesnt/didnt have any sort of tutorial i had to work out alot of the process myself which took a while lol#i also got into ghost last year and finally decided to try a bit of linocut printing/cutting again :)#and a couple of weeks ago i got rly into crocheting and made a bunch of granny square swatches and those two bunnies#i also wanna make a granny square blanket but i havent decided on a design yet since there are alot of granny square designs i wanna make#but they dont all fit together thematically#so instead of making a decision i made the two bunnies#the smaller one was the first one and i ran out of the multicolored sock yarn towards the end as you can see lol#the second bunny i made with much larger yarn than what they used in the pattern and if id had followed the pattern i dont think id have ha#enough yarn and i didnt wanna buy more yarn for just the bunny so i tried downsizing the pattern#which is probably part of why it looks quite wonky#other than my less than stellar sewing job lol#tbh amigurumi type patterns are more boring than granny squares in terms of stitch variety (so. many. single crochets.)#but there are more full amigurumi type projects i wanna do compared to granny square projects since im not interested in anything made of#granny squares other than like blankets#and a whole blanket of a decent size is also alot of yarn#and i dont wanna use scratchy but cheap acrylic yarn for a blanket so my color options are currently a bit limited since i dont wanna buy#any online (atleast for now)#anyways i also made some cardweaving patterns for bookmark ribbons for fanfic bookbinding but im rly procrastinating that#im just not rly ready yet for the frustrations that i had with cardweaving a year ago
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puphoods · 5 months
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hiii do any of your stories have birds in them as like plot significant stuff. *makes a nest in your inbox while you answer this*
i dont have anything developed enough to rly put anything like that in it forgive me kumie
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britneyshakespeare · 9 months
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should i start reading russian avant-garde theater
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objektum · 1 year
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Is it weird that I *want* to be objectum? Like I experience hyper empathy and have always felt like objects are my friends. And when people are like “I’m in love with objects” I totally get it. I daydream about having a robot boyfriend a lot. But I also have never met an object I fell in love with… like never found that special spark. I’m starting to suspect I’m aromantic with humans and maybe I am with objects too ;-;
I think it's normal.... I'm not the best man to come for advice to as I'm not all that smart but it sounds like you're pretty objectum to me already. There's not a single strict way to understand this label^__^
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Yeah, so basically, the madness DID consume me. I mean, at least a little. So, y'know. Heeeere's this!
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doctorwhoisadhd · 1 year
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im not here to watch tv and then die like some kinda nihilist
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ratgingi · 1 year
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hrngng thinking about vinnie
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emodennis · 1 year
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clockworkfall · 2 years
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It's that time of year again. Tell me a story
sorry it took me so long to answer this! i really do appreciate these i am simply. forgetful.
this is something i put together in a bit of a fugue state but i might explore it more, we will have to see
He woke up with the taste of old blood in his mouth.
Eyes squeezed shut against the memory of burning sun he felt the ragged gums where his fangs used to be.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the almost familiar sensation of air in his lungs. The pulse at his throat, his wrist, the warmth under his skin new, and yet an old ghost.
He fumbled for the false set of teeth on his nightstand. As wretched as it felt to have that sharp memory in his mouth against his tongue and lips, it stopped the dryness at the back of his throat, the way he felt like screaming in pain he hasn’t truly felt in centuries.
Opening his eyes, he still jumps at the sight of sun spilling onto the sheets, onto his skin. Wearily, he sat up, feeling an unfamiliar ache at the nape of his neck. Sleeping was something he had forgotten over the years, never indulging in the rest he had in life. Previous life. Undeath always had that strange phrasing to it, never quite distinct enough to discuss, blurrier still now that he had removed himself from it. Or removed it bodily from himself, if he were to be honest.
Honesty still hurt.
Lying had come naturally, like a compulsion he couldn’t help but wrap himself in and let it seep into his skin. It was so much easier to drink of and mangle the body of truth when it came knocking. And though he had never heard it spoken, as so many of the rules of his undeath had been quietly learned, he was never quite sure if the lies were part of him, some joke meant to plague those who reveled in it less, or if he had just always been that way, and it had been exaggerated in the transformation.
Humanity had not always been so strange to him. Once he had been a child, as most things have been, and he had bled and breathed and bounded across the stages of life. He was sure there had been an old family, though he no longer remembered the name they had given him. They had mattered so little after he had been bitten.
Where the memories of youth and life shine so bright, the time before he had fully transformed had always been gray and hazy. Just the pain of being drained but the unnatural fulfillment brought by the trance he had been under. 
He had never taken thralls. It was a cruelty he couldn’t quite stomach. Or perhaps it had been the threat of responsibility. 
And the sharpness of transmogrification. The way the world itself had become more angled, more vicious to even look at. The comfort in the dark and the biting fire of attempts to exist under the sun. The pain so great and terrible anything he had ever felt and would ever feel would pale in comparison.
He wasn’t sure if undoing the change had hurt more, or if the act had simply reminded him what suffering was.
The wall ahead of him blank, he reeled his thoughts away from the memories. Stopped himself from the same spiral he fought every morning. Slowly, he climbed out of the bed, bones groaning without the old strength holding them up and muscles straining without supernatural aid. He sipped the water he had left for himself the night before, swishing the taste of copper out of his mouth.
He turned, glancing at the window, curtains shoddily drawn across. The bookshelves, less dusty than they had been in innumerable decades, almost new bedsheets despite their age, carpet from centuries prior only now seeing foot traffic. 
And the door, still locked from the other side. 
He closed his eyes again, feeling his weight on his feet. Letting his shoulders slump and his chin fall against his chest, he breathed. In, out, air still the stranger in his lungs as it had been when he had woken up every day since he tore the fangs from his mouth and the bloodlessness from his veins.
He readied himself for the wailing at his door come dusk, for the books he would more likely than not read time and time again until mortality at long last claimed him.
For now, he felt the sun on his skin, and reveled in the aches and pains in his body, and opened his eyes, unflinching in the light.
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