M. S. Morton

Mikey | They/Him | 34 | 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ | 🌱 Singer @ The well of loneliness

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Wolf it down!

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Long live the Black Parade in Glasgow 🍑🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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Happy 10, Pois!

Or - another artwork inspired by my friend’s superb fanfiction

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PAGE ART PREVIEW!!!

A sneak peak at a hauntingly beautiful depiction of the Phoenix Witch by @mordecaitherunaway for one of our written pieces!

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Anatomy of a fall.

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Something about staying up until the next sunrise. And the voice that leads me to it.

It was dark woods, lovely and deep, but the Frost poem resonates in my head: But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

Not yet.

A note:

This was meant to be a big piece, or at least that’s how I envisioned it in my head - I wanted to link the two parts with a red thread, à la Kahlo but physical thread. I ended up using the worst paper ever for even trying and to avoid destroying the paper I left them separated. Maybe I’ll do it again (and better) as I planned it.

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He’s thinking about Illi, I promise

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Inspired by Databug’s fic “Heaven ain’t got a vacancy”.

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Die together.

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Overstimulated at the open space.

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They have their way.

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They’re the people’s princess.

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Stay on my arm you little charmer!

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A birthday gift for my favourite MOAT prisoner.

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Gotham’s most hated mama’s boy.

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I want your things in my room I miss you all of the time.