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lilidawnonthemoon · 5 months
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thesleepychaoswitch · 3 months
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Purple goes with corvids in my mind for some reason. Either way, have a water color corvid skull drawing.
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Short story - Tips for a Gentleman [CW - murd3r]
One must always start eating one's food from the outermost fork when with company. When eating fish, one must strive to use two forks, as proper etiquette states. When one feels like one’s food tastes wrong, one should discreetly spit one's food into a napkin. So as to not harm the feelings of one’s host, one must then say ‘apologies, I found a hair’. One must then, respectfully, switch to simply drinking for the rest of one’s meal.
When one’s host starts foaming at the mouth, one mustn’t sit there idly. One must call for a medic, try the Heimlich manoeuvre on one’s host, anything one possibly may to extend one’s host’s life. When, inevitably, one’s host dies, one must tell the police everything that happened during the evening, without excluding any information. One must mention that one is a well-renowned detective, and that one’s host was one’s childhood friend, John, that one only just regained contact with. One must say that John made dinner by himself, and that no-one had contact with the food one and one’s friend ate that night.
When the police propose that one joins the case, one must accept, for John. One must personally take part in the autopsy of John, and one must notice the obvious, tattle-tale signs of nightshade poisoning. One must also take notice of the test lab results from the analysis of both one’s and one’s host’s fish. One must not let it surprise oneself, that one’s food was as well laced with nightshade.
When one returns home, one must always walk on the right side of the street, avoiding walking under ladders. One must always carry upon oneself an umbrella, in the case of a shower. When rain inevitably comes, one must open one’s umbrella, so as to not soak one’s ash coat. When one sees a dark figure in the corner of one’s eye, one must take note, and speed up one’s pace. When one finally arrives at one’s flat, one must lock the door twice and close all the windows for good measure. One must be aware of the fact that one lives on the second floor, and no danger should reach oneself from the windows. However, one should also be aware that being safe never harms oneself. When one sinks into one’s favorite armchair, one may take a long sip of one’s coffee, as one ponders the untimely end of John.
When one feels a pair of hands enclosing around one’s neck, one must not panic. One must not panic. One must try one’s best to pry the intruder’s hands off one’s neck. One must defend oneself. One must take the empty bottle of wine that stands next to one’s armchair, and one must smash it over the intruder’s head, and when one feels the hands around one’s neck disappear without a trace, and when one gets up to see there is no intruder, one must clean up the shattered glass. One must turn in earlier despite one’s doubts. One must pray, to whomever is listening.
One should never be late to any social gathering. One should instead strive to be early, or at least on time. When one goes to Sunday mass, one should partake in it, regardless of whether one believes in God. One should take off one’s cap when entering a church. When one prays, one should lift one’s head this time. One should turn to the direction from which one feels someone’s eyes on oneself. One should look to the left pew and notice a dark, obscure figure, peering their black eyes into one’s very soul. It is them. It is them. It is they who were in one’s flat last night. It is the killer. They are out in the open. They will strike again. Run. Run. RUN
When one shows up to the police office the next day, one mustn’t share one’s experience with the police. One must know that they would not believe. One must be aware that the police are narrow-minded people, who would instantly send oneself to a mental institution. No, it is safer this way. One should instead cover one’s bruises on one’s neck with a thick scarf. In the case that someone questions one peculiar attire, one must state that one has a cold. One must take many notes, interview various suspects. One must oneself be certain in one’s beliefs; that the one knows who murdered one’s friend. One must simply muddle through the day, aware that something is coming. Someone is coming. Run.
One must uphold oneself in the utmost hygiene. Before going to bed, one must take a shower. As one brushes one’s teeth, one mustn’t look into one’s mirror. It poses too much of a risk. Do not look up, do not look up, do not look up. One mustn’t look up, one mustn’t. One looks up. It is inevitable. One sees. One sees something that shakes oneself to one’s very core. Something hideous, indescribable. One cannot escape the endless pits of the figure's eyes. And suddenly one feels… overcome, by a feeling of peace. This is inevitable. You did well, now rest, my child. You are free. Do not resist. You are free. You are free. It is over. You did well. Rest.
You let out a final breath.
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townofcrosshollow · 2 years
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Just realized that pinterest has been gender profiling me this whole ass time. Like I checked the "male" box and they filter all of my searches through a secret Male Filter to show me only men unless I specify otherwise. Why
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rains-inky-mind · 1 year
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Hi, happy WBW! How does your character building process look? (sorry for using term worldbuilding loosely this time, heh)
also, Tumblr glitched when I tried to send it the first time, sorry if you got this twice!
I did, in fact, get this twice. I'm getting used to back to back asks from you, White Rabbit. It's no issue. ^-^ I don't mind replying to both.
But let me give you a random gif from my camera roll:
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[Credit to the creator. I'm not sure where I found this, but it's one of my favourites. Please if you know where this came from tell me.]
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cynthiafeline · 1 year
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🌫 🟣6. Fog 🟣🌫
Fog is not mysterious, fog is the mystery itself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
Spellvember Artwork for CynthiaFur on Twitter 💜
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ashe-alexysss · 8 days
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Creepy-Owl-that-is-technically-fan-art-but-we-don't-talk-about-it.
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dear-eliza-my-friend · 7 months
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Dear Eliza,
Savemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesavemesaveme
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aaronsummerdust · 9 months
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I look kinda creepy in this but I love it lol
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spammofoc · 1 year
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Here’s a couple of drawing done while bored
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wolfythewitch · 3 months
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wouldn't you like
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xx-sketchy-xx · 3 months
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It was the cutest dream I’ve ever had.
Wally, except baby size, and he hung out with me all day
andthentheworldsortastartedfallingapartbutthatsok
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thesleepychaoswitch · 6 months
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Drawing smiles and horns practice. Might give him a back story.
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Flash fiction - based on 'Nothing in the Chest' [CW - murd3r, bl00d]
When I came home from work one day, a most peculiar sight awaited me - a chest; heavy, wooden, and laden with gold. I have not been one to try my luck, but something in the chest drew me in. I brought it into my house, set it on the kitchen table. I looked it up and round, and saw no inscriptions, no frescos, no imagery whatsoever, but a single crow feather. A nothingness, despite the gold.
Naturally, I opened the chest, curious of its interior, hidden behind gold and wood. I opened the box, and upon my eyes was a most peculiar sight; Nothing. Nothing unlike anything I had seen in my life, a Nothing deeper than one may possibly explain. A Nothing that swallows you whole, becomes you, inhabits you. A Nothing you cannot escape.
And so, one may imagine my surprise when I felt myself ripped from this peaceful Nothing, and thrown back into the painful realia of Everything. One may imagine the shock I felt, when below myself I saw blood. Above me, blood. Blood on my hands. Blood on the warm body below me. Blood filled my lungs as I ran. I ran as fast as I could, tripping over myself and cutting my throat dry. I could not run fast enough. I could not escape the Nothing, the Nothing you cannot escape.
The crows are satisfied.
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yourlocalphantom · 2 years
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Has anybody look up something once then every time you open any search app it recommends the thing you only looked up once.
If not talked about to a friend unaware it would look it up for you so you can potentially but it
This happened to me multiple times
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marzipanladyart · 27 days
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Hojo sketch but I had no idea where I wanted to go with it
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