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iris, they, adult ☀ incoherent rambling and reblogging ☀ i don't tag anything! watch out for bugs (literally my pinned post), mild artistic/sfx gore, and nsfw themes ☀ (currently inactive) KCD sideblog @drunkenlayabout

[onenicebugperday]

@qreature submitted: why did the european mole cricket cross the road?

I'll bet it was to do mole cricket stuff

[alt-illustrations]

Pleasant Pheasant

[qreature]

microdosed living alone for 3 weeks and now that we're back to normal i'm feeling like a feral animal

[lindagoesmushrooming]

In the bog

[flunkett]

the next child safety act will be locking every child in a plain white room with absolutely zero stimulation inside to prevent any bad ideas being picked up by exposure to anything at all

[dogpuppy]

I’m panicking why are the Swedish talking about me

[rednightmare18]

OUR WORST CREATURES

Rating: Mature (subject to increase) Relationships: Charlotte Balfour/Cal Balfour, Charlotte Balfour/Arthur Morgan Major Warnings: Graphic Violence, Serial Killers, Gendered/Sexual Violence (referenced), Mental Illness, MH Arthur Morgan Summary: A complete reimagining of Charlotte Balfour in the tradition of fin de siècle horror: the civilized violence of the Gilded Age, the advent of American serial killers, and the bottomless wellspring of feminine rage.

Read here.

CHAPTER 11 - RAVENS, CIRCLING

“I’ve done something very foolish, Missus Balfour,” Arthur tells her curtly, darkly. Charlotte is trying to think of something funny to ask when he supplies an answer. Arthur paws for his throat, unbuttons two snaps of his impervious blue coat, ruffles aside the fox fur under his chin, and reaches deep into the dangerously soft wool. It’s a little black puppy. A Labrador. Its tongue is too long and too pink and it is as dark as a crow, save for a splatter of brown dapples on its front legs and, in the center of its chest, a swirl of white hair. It is barely a handful for Arthur. His palm is cupped under the plump puppy belly, its limbs dangling happily through his fingers. He seems bashful to show her what he’s got, as if he’s not supposed to have it. “Ain’t a gift,” Arthur swears, diligently avoiding her eyes as the puppy clumsily attempts to gnaw on his thumb and wags its thick baby tail. Tacitus, she says, thinly. It’s a dog.

[homunculus-argument]

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

[luckyletd0wn]

supid

[homunculus-argument]

supid.

[normal-horoscopes]

[tatzelwurming]

listen i consider myself an empathic person but after a certain point i get sick of other people’s problems. my friend is always talking about how the jewel-eyed skull on their mantlepiece is tormenting them w its sinister beauty and im over it. like dude i don’t want to talk about this anymore. get rid of the fucking skull

[e-102]

you’ are biased against my skull

[tatzelwurming]

i’m not having this argument again man

[cluepoke]

Valiant knight

[qreature]

back pain came back with a fucking vengeance today. i need my spine to be placed in the path of a hydraulic press

[qreature]

i'm ok now :) i'm sure this will never happen again

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm going to go to sleep in my bed for 400 hours

[qreature]

back pain came back with a fucking vengeance today. i need my spine to be placed in the path of a hydraulic press

[necromancelena]

I'm going to fix everything in the next three hours everyone wish me luck. if i dont then probably ill dig a hole and lie down in it for a bit in the rain/sun/whatever outside looks like these days

[necromancelena]

the hole isnt even that bad

[sobcat]

[the-punforgiven]

It's always a knight in some fuckass brigandine nowadays 🙄😒

[knightposting]

Fuck with me