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[himbo-deficient]

“You’re such a bad dog.”

I’m hard

“But don’t worry, I’ll make you good for me.”

Ok so now it’s dripping and I’m trembling aa little bit too

[pluviofleur]

HI HELLLOOO HI!!! I JUST WANTED TO SAY HOLY SHIT I LOVE UR ART!!! its got this amazing stylized 2d feel, yet it also has such solid 3d concepts?? Like that borzoi you drew! The ears and shoes are very much stylized shapes that most would flatten out, but urs feels soooo 3-dimensional!! Like. I can look at ur art and rotate it in my mind like a blender model. Its amazing and I aspire to draw like that! *gnaws on ur arts*

- rommy :]

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ARGHH HELLO HELLO HII i do a little. victory dance over this.

I'M HONOURED!!!!!!

[cukizilla]

sisas llevamos un mes saliendo, keep scrolling

[a-myriad-of-stars]

Going live in about 15 minutes, if anyone has the time! We playing cult of the lamb again! Let’s beat Heket!

[circuits-unending]

Hero of Time

Hearing the whispers of the old forest felt like a lie.

Remnants of old old trees burned and scarred.

Memories of tiny feet bolting through the undergrowth, taking their time finding new adventures.

Until time stopped to take an adventure to them.

Those tiny feet grew too big to fit in their shoes and they couldn’t walk anymore.

Only run.

And run.

And run.

Feeling your own hand on your face, thumb pressed to an eye they could no longer see out of.

And seeing your own future.

One full of just as much decay as new stories.

New life.

A new hell.

Seeing the shape of her back in the golden light of morning and wishing you never had to leave the bed.

Seeing the glow of his eyes in the dark of the stone, and wishing you could have known him in another time.

In one not as cruel.

Wishing you could find it in yourself to forgive him.

Gold and white brushes your face and blue turns to red, a gray hand near the wolfish grin.

The single braid down his back, shaky hands tying it at the end.

Cold lips on yours to wake him up and bring him back home.

Wooden fingers running through your hair when you were sick.

A child-like laugh echoing in the back of your head with every chime of the clock.

Red and blue streaking a body still too small for its size. Too small for its heart, its mind.

Blue. Red. Green.

The single sad tree that sang a song you didn’t realize you already knew.

The laments of a spirit that felt like a brother and told you you could do better.

The heavy breaths of a man who fought for his children and failed and begged you to do better.

Dead eyes mirroring your own and telling you you are better than this.

And blank eyes telling you you will never be good enough for everyone, but you are good enough for her.

Remembering a time where she wasn’t alive to you.

She wasn’t a person yet.

But she still loved you, no matter the cost.

And she made sure you could go back to her in another life.

Blonde hair hiding sad eyes, teaching you the music you’d forgotten.

Those same eyes filled with tears as they pushed you away, back to where you were more needed, despite wanting so badly for you to stay.

So that they wouldn’t be alone anymore.

The scream of a child born to the last one left in the time where everything was dead.

The relieved tears dripping on wooden hands as they clutched the face of the one who was new.

You brought so much but you feel like you are dead.

Nothing but bones in the forest to be found by those who would carry on.

Dead and overgrown.

Dead and forgotten.

But you will never be forgotten.

You are a legacy to the oldest story.

You did more than any other, you have brought more than anyone else could.

The one before you made mistakes, but you were not one of them.

A smile.

Rough hands on your collar and neck with panicked screams.

Jagged movements that felt inhuman.

Red staring down at you with a fond familiarity you didn’t quite trust.

But the wood of the mask in his hands told you of your own story that you didn’t know.

Just as a different set of red told you how you look like a legend.

Find your truth.

Find your heritage, and find your legacy.

With simple taps against the mirror you hate so much.

The small head of red hair staring back at you.

Facing yourself is never easy.

Especially when you love them so much.

Hearing the whispers of the old forest felt like a lie.

Until the sound of wings hit my ears.

A single word spoken, whispered to me.

Hey.

I’m not ready to let time pass.

Just let me stay in one place.

[nerunerunerune1]

Shower thought

there is "ew" in "interview"

[a-myriad-of-stars]

Dudes I just had the best gift idea for my sister-in-law!

[finalexpenses-moved]

when ur mean 2 me this is who ur hurting