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i'm genuinely curious
for me i read it zecond zight zeer
Well, that's just rude.
I feel oddly betrayed XD
Anyway, next in my least of demands: where's DUKE?!
silly billies
Sapphs a proud moronsexual
(Cinna and Amber are @hostilemuppet ‘s ocs)
It's finally 2021 and I want to make an announcement:
I FUCKING LOVE VIKTOR WITH EVERY SINGLE CELL IN MY BODY FCUK HOW MUCH CAN YOU LOVE ONE GODDAMN MAN HES LIKE A BEAR WITH BACK AS FCUKIN WIDE AS THREE-DOOR WARDROBE BUT HES ALSO A TEDDY BEAR FOR FUCKS SAKE PUT SOME CHROME IN MY BODY DOC
Thank you.
This applies so much to me with S&G, it hurts
Being a classic rock fan is so funny. Why am I invested in the neuroses of some guy from half a century ago
"To Protect."
Here is my gift to @cinderfeather as part of the Vaderkin Creative Exchange 2024, organised by @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod !!
I just really, really wanted to draw wings. And Anakin’s determined look (inspired from Arcane, for those who got the ref :3).
This one doesn’t exactly answer the prompts, but I hope you’ll like it nevertheless, Cinder!
my tmnt adaptation
imagine being the first guy to wear a baseball cap in a non-baseball scenario
me in 50 years
people keep saying, "you are what you eat."
But I don't remember eating sad. Or gay.
c'mon guys, let's get this ball rolling
Dunglr, tumblr but for dung beetles
The kind of knowledge I live for. 🌌
Zoozve, my beloved
vamp pearl and vampire hunter marina
+ this i don't think i posted
DOGDER DOG DOC DOC STAN STRANGE STEEPI
The Magician
Holy shyet I think they did
did they actually just “not today” us
Blood is lives. It has been since the beginning. My creation wasn't a mistake or nature's laugh at the universe, but a calculated birth of blood and violence. Death was certain, I thought, but I was proven wrong. And, so, I am a breathing being fueled on flesh and the suffering of others. A lonely experience. A lonely life.
My creator- I hardly remember- was like I am now. Desperate. So lonely and in need of another person like himself that he would thrust this curse on another sentient animal. I was born on a bloodied battle field with my men defeated on the ground beside me.
A terrible life was made.
I lived in a quiet solitude with only my creator to humor me. He wasn't a good man by any definition. Selfish. Like I am now, I think. Living so long makes you selfish.
My creator didn't live much longer when he revealed the secret to killing our kind. A had tired of his philosophy, his face, his voice. He thought he was so charming. He wasn't, not to me. Unrefined.
I had traveled for a long time. Long expanses of unexplored land became my solace. The blood that flowed was deliciously filled with a real sense of life. I was living how I was meant to. An animal, eating, walking, and talking like a man but no soul was connected to my body.
After settling down, I found myself wanting more of the world. What lands had I not explored? What blood had I not tasted? The refined tastes of the English were described as a wonderful conquest to my ears. I must go to England.
The solicitor was a charming man. And that loneliness was filled. I had wives, sure. But they were as much as beasts as I once was. No brains, no intelligence was present in them. Their only fine quality was their faces. So pretty, lovely, even. I had forgotten why I had created them at all after meeting Johnathan.
Johnathan, having a youthful face and personality, good company. My sights were on him.
And what a good day it was to see him become like me. He screamed, like I did all of those centuries ago. But he kept himself. His life. The light behind his eyes didn't dim into that beastly personality those women had. He was like me in intelligence. A wonderful creature.
"England is all I've dreamed of, Johnathan." The scene before me was as I've always wanted. Refined people, refined blood. "God, it's... a sight."
Johnathan sighed at that. He disliked me still. "Is it?" His voice was uninterested. I didn't take mind to it. I will make him interested again in me.
I didn't. Perhaps it was foolishness that drove me to trust Jonathan. The secret I had spilled the night before. How to kill our kind. It was my undoing.
My eyes gaze at my body, a ways away. The feeling was gone. Jonathan above me with the ax I had mounted on the wall. In the last moments of consciousness I experience, I notice how much he looks like myself when I had killed my own creator. Eye blazing with a fierce determination I had in myself once. His face is contorted in a snarl. If his heart were beating it would be like a jack rabbit in his chest.
And this man I turned, who has killed me, I still admire. So much like me, and he doesn't even know it. He will follow the path I did. As much as he will refuse, he is to himself. He will create another one of us out of desperate loneliness that takes hold of every one of the undead. They will hate him. They will kill him. The cycle continues forever.