i have a very normal amount of eyes

paradize she/her writer autistic and all that stuff

[constellama]

this guy pisses me offffff

[mother-sauces]

Tonight's performance of Waiting for Godot has been cancelled. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please see the box office for a complimentary voucher to tomorrow night's performance.

[legallybrunettedotcom]

what vibe does prev give off?

victorian gothic

roaring 20s

70s rockstar

y2k

90s grunge

distant future

Remaining time: 2 days 8 hours

stole it from here

[godwaltz]

KAYNE WHEN I GET YOU. WHEN I GET YOU KAYNE.

[strangerconnection]

you know, i don't remember

[lostxanadu]

the thing about being bullied for being weird as a kid is that even if you've always embraced being weird your brain is still always looking for the line where it's too much. you can be as proudly and intentionally weird as you want and you can love being weird but your mind is still convinced there's a point where you get too weird and people start treating you like a weird looking bug again. also it feels like you reach that point 500 times a day even if everyone you've spoken to today found you pleasant and likable and even if you're completely alone in your house with nobody looking at you at all.

[theminecraftbee]

one of the worst things about being a writer is when you have to sit on your hands about a REALLY COOL SPOILER. and you just want everyone to know about the really cool spoiler you want them to know so so so badly but the best way for them to learn it would be to experience it and you also want them to do THAT so you’re just sitting on your hands vibrating and making a low whine while your dog looks at you with concern. and then your friends go “what’s wrong”. and you go PLEASE I NEED TO TELL YOU. and they go “oh okay so tell me”. and you go NO,

[anthureums]

harrow outfits :) my creepy little dress up doll

✶

love designing outfits but keeping them monotone has always been a struggle for me, so for harrow i focused more on shapes and textures. i like her in structured, top-heavy silhouettes!

there's also a part in htn (the ball dream sequence) about the aunts repurposing her ancestors' old clothes for her so i kept that in mind for some of her outfits...jacket cut and laced back together to become adjustable, ruching to fake more volume or maybe hide holes in tattered thin cloth, etc :')

[radio-galaxy]

fuck you *webtoon-ifies your griddlehark*

here’s a comic i’ve been working on off-and-on for a couple months. it was a lot of fun getting to try out a scrolling format for a comic! if you actually scrolled and read this far, high five and thanks <3

[blorbo-posting]

[arthur-lesters-left-eyebrow]

@spacetimeaccordionfolder @particularly-eyed-individual we should be in cahoots about something

[particularly-eyed-individual]

fuck yeah we should!!!!

[kalgalen]

Is there any better feeling than stumbling upon a character that sucks in the Exact ways you need them to at this point in your life

[annabelle--cane]

most novels at their core thematically are usually about some shit like the protagonist's bone-deep feelings of loneliness and isolation and their cravings for but inability to connect with other people. this is largely because novelists are sick freaks who are driven by their demons to spend hundreds of hours sitting alone in quiet rooms to write tens and thousands of words of text. they may not intend to write stories about loneliness, but by week six of the typing timeloop they are writing stories about loneliness whether they like it or not. writing a novel is not a naturally occurring healthy behavior, humans only do this when they are very distressed.

[annabelle--cane]

most novels at their core thematically are usually about some shit like the protagonist's bone-deep feelings of loneliness and isolation and their cravings for but inability to connect with other people. this is largely because novelists are sick freaks who are driven by their demons to spend hundreds of hours sitting alone in quiet rooms to write tens and thousands of words of text. they may not intend to write stories about loneliness, but by week six of the typing timeloop they are writing stories about loneliness whether they like it or not. writing a novel is not a naturally occurring healthy behavior, humans only do this when they are very distressed.

[annabelle--cane]

most novels at their core thematically are usually about some shit like the protagonist's bone-deep feelings of loneliness and isolation and their cravings for but inability to connect with other people. this is largely because novelists are sick freaks who are driven by their demons to spend hundreds of hours sitting alone in quiet rooms to write tens and thousands of words of text. they may not intend to write stories about loneliness, but by week six of the typing timeloop they are writing stories about loneliness whether they like it or not. writing a novel is not a naturally occurring healthy behavior, humans only do this when they are very distressed.

[ambatya]

[glumshoe]

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

[glumshoe]

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

[glumshoe]

“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

[glumshoe]

“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

[particularly-eyed-individual]

You intrigue me. [/gen]

How many eyes is it, exactly? Or does it fluctuate? An uncountable number? Infinity? Are you the eyes more than you possess them, or are they simply an extension of you much like any other?

-Fakename

oh hello there! funny enough, that exact line of questioning was the reason i started to exchange unsufferably long threads of letters with @arthur-lesters-left-eyebrow until we became friends!

and i'll give you the same answers i did to it. at least one. it could. perhaps. no, not that much. i am my eyes as much as they are me. hope that helps!