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Wh͟at͠ fún idȩas̷,҉ dǫ yo̵u h̢ave?̶ [ Indie Nancy/Paige the notepad RP blog from DHMIS. ]

[kimiwillsinforever]

(Paige #11)

PLEASE SAVE US  ME!

WE ONLY HAVE 7 DAYS…….WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF…”TIME”

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1127979050/dont-hug-me-im-scared-the-series

[gooeyxnomad-deactivated20140912]

Curious pure white eyes focus upon the stranger with arms and legs like its own body. An excited and soft gurgle left the creature as its own hands clapped together. It pulled out the little notepad and pencil, writing a short message.

'Hello Miss!' the message said, the tiny creature bouncing slightly in joy.

[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

   Ah, but of course. Ink cannot speak. Though surely here she was chatting away in rhymes as that same liquid dripped and dropped, slid down ever curve and line with each motion. 

   Perhaps little inkling was not entirely put together in all it's creative mishap, hmm?

   Given fluid form but no manner of speech, oh dear. She can f i x that right away! 

   A pencil is within her grasp, tip glinting with trenchant tenacity as does onyx gems gleam, 

                   "̘̭̝͇Y͕̮̬͓̻͇̟o̯u̠̱̥̪̲̯͔ ͇͉̜͍̩ͅc̠̟̮͕͔̞͎a̭̳̞͍̠n͕͎͕̥͚̻'͈̜͕̬t͖̩̮ ͓ͅs̼̫̤̲̺̹p̩͕̤̻̭̼e̻͓̖̪͖̯̱aḳͅ?͇͍ ̣̭O̗̟h̻̣ ̯̝͚̻̖̤de͙̼a̝͎̥ͅr̜͔̰,͇͍̰̹͚ ̠̣̻̩̦̩o͍͔h͕̞͍̝̣ ͈̫̳͕̳̹͎m̤͕̖͍̥͍y,͎ ͉͉͉̼͍̱̜sh̜̣̙̟al̪̜͕͉̱l͔ ̪͚͈I ͚̮h̜e͉̹̩͕̳̲͔l̤̘̦p̝͈̖ͅͅ ̦͈̤̟͎̬y͈͎̭̮̼̞o̦͔͚̯̯̬̗u̖̝̻̙̞̤ g̩̱͉̲ͅe̝͖̠ͅt̲̞͇̪͉̪͓ ̻̜̫̭̤ͅa ̬l̞e͎a̩̙͈k̞̝͕͉͍̲?͎̫̹̹̭̜"̥

[slytherxn-deactivated20140702]

I’m a monster ; I’m a killer ; I know I’m w r o n g.

I’m a problem that’ll never, ever be solved.

[xfornicaras-blog]

creativepaperdoodles started following you.

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[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

(*CRASHES INTO* YOURE BAAAACK!!

[ KSJDHGLKJSDhgkj /HOLDS. YES WE ARE BACK HELLO FRIEND ubuubuu ]

[tenereiltempo]

She's being q u e i t. So sneaky in all her ink and ruffle of fluttered papers. It's with ease that she appears behind the anthropomorphic clock, an attempt to hold back his head whilst free hand reveals the weapon of imaginative; sharp and true, pointing at that sliver of azure flesh present. Whether he allows her to grip him or not, all she truly was after--was a simple kiss from iron lips covered in soft flesh. Because darling d e a r, she missed you so. The world is blue, boring,without you.

         May not one continue his tasks at peace?

He had been consumed, longing to finish his work before the intervals were over. A schedule to maintain, and he was running so smoothly so far. The sudden grip from behind catches the clock offguard, used to the silence; the only other sounds springing from his collections ticking with precise and fluid t i m e. It is with silent shock as lifeless irises, pupils and all met with the familiar gaze of the creative being. He was about to speak, for his complaints ran vivid out of his sudden vulnerability; silent angers and curses already present.

      It was only a kiss, the motion of two sets of lips meeting. Feeling was behind the action, built up emotion ebbing from her end of the spectrum. So different from the bouts of anger, passion and sadism; whether it be through his emotions or hers.

          Darling, what has gotten into y o u?

            “What creative trick is this?”

The clock inquires, grasping for answers from the notepad, as he stumbles along with his own inner reasons.

          How peculiar and strange she was.

[ignitiscaestus-archive]

I missed seeing you on my dash.<3

[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

how sweet r u omg afdkjlghdgj

[niruja]

I actually finished a wip that I posted here for once^^

[adobe-outdesign]

someone please explain to me why DHMIS is so fun to add stupid captions to

[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

ignitiscaestus replied to your post

YOU’rE BACK<33

WE ARE HERE TO TERRORIZE AND TORTURE DSJFLJSD

[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

gooeyxnomad

Ebony s m o l d e r s as she gazes at the creature before her, a reflection of obsidian eyes that glints evermore with the burning aftermath of creative mischief. Ink drips down her black arms and hands as digits interlace whence appendages clasp together as that Cheshire grin twists up higher 'pon a snowy mien.

Pastel rainbow tresses s l i t h e r and c u r l 'round puffed clouds of attire, stark is the sanguine that has long dried but remains perpetually fresh on her chest. She looms close, whimiscal and in a sing-song voice does she finally speak.

"̜̥L͉̯͉̣̲i͉͎̮t̠̘͉̲̗ͅt̲̠͎l̩̱̬̭͎e͖̘͇͚̥ ͓͙̗̳̣͈͙in̥̤͈k̩̘͓̠̭͍͈l͕̱̘͉ͅi̤̟̼̜͕͖̥n̳͓͙g̮͍̟̣̟̯!̼͚̝̝ L͎̙͉̪̬̮i̘̲̣̘̠t͚ṱ̱͉l͈͓̞e̪̭ ͓̼̙͕̙i̱̰̯̣̙̜n͕͓̟̜̭k̬̱͉l͈͖̤͍͕̱i̼̘͔n̬̱̯g̰͙͚͈̳!̟͙̼͙͉̳ ̪ͅ

              A̱̝̙̦̖̳̜r͇͖͍͕̼e̺͙̞ ̗̼y̯͍̤̼̹o̬̳̹̣̫u͔ ̟b̲o̝r͔n͚͓̦͉̝̼ͅe̲̯̙ ͈̮̻͉̲f̝̥̻r͉͙̙͎̪o̺͈̘͇̥̻m̜͚̳ m͍̤̝ͅe̳͇̣̫̭͕?̯ ͈̠͇̯̬̼̞We̳̰ ̥͇͈̩̣̖a̱̠r̠e̫̝͈ ͎̫t̳̙̦͍͖̰h̼e ͚̼̹̺̫ͅs̤̝a̭mͅe̱̜̳̠̭;̼̮̹̬͚̺ ͎͖̫c̯̰͕̣͓̮̹a͇͉̫n̰'̼̙͈̤t͇̙ ̪̫̳̣͕y̫̲̥͓o͎̗u̥ ͖͍̠̻se̹͇͓e̫̹͖̞?̫"̮

[sketchbook-and-tony-adventures]

Now who wants to go to a few hospitals and get their ear/eye/finger sewn back on?!

[creativepaperdoodles-blog]

[axylhart]

PART 1 / PART 2 {incoming}

Maybe I’m late but it’s 1.35 am and I not care- Well, I’ll tell you a tale where me was on bed thinking at this beautiful ship. Then this comes in my head- and that’s ironic because I’m italian and I don’t know why these phrases comes inside my head in english anyway- and 2 month ago I’ve started to draw 20 pages of this little comic. Aaaaand sadly yes, I finish only these, till now.

Ok, seriously, I was wondering how and where they could meet the first time, and I thought an headcanon where Tony was the kitchen clock, before it was moved in living room. One day, after looong and loong curious looks, a little help from wind opened the notebook, allowing her to return those looks at his admirer. So, Tony decided to use his ability to show what they might do, finally togheter. But, this ‘thing’, the ‘love’ they share it’s a double meaning: they love each other exactly how much both love the blood, gore and all the orrible things that the two videos show to us. Indeed, the more you read more it becomes dark. Initially soft ending hard. Exactly how when you watch a Don’t touch me, I’m scared. Enjoy it. {Sorry for any english error(?)}

Design by Aishaneko

[awkwardsituationist]

for ten years now, leonid tishkov has traveled the world with his moon. here we see him in arctic svalbard magdalene fjord (1,5,7), new zealand, near rangitito (second and fourth photo, taken by marcus williams), the tian shang observatory near the border between china and kyrgyzstan (third photo, by po-i chen) and moscow (sixth and eighth photos taken by boris bendikov)

"the moon is a shining point that brings people together from different countries, of different nationalities and cultures - and everyone who gets in its orbit does not forget it ever. it gives fairytale and poetry in our prosy and mercantile world," leonid writes. "the moon helps us to overcome our loneliness in the universe by uniting us around it."

leonid adds, “the ancient ural peoples who lived in my home told a fairy tale about how a shaman goes into the next world, illuminating the path of the moon. so in all of my photos, i can be seen in my late father’s cloak, because he travels with me in this way.”

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[helpimtall]