Henki Vex / Control: AWE

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Henki Vex / Control: AWE
I cannot believe there are consequences to my actions (popcorn kernels stuck in my teeth)
girl_idk - it's raining outside
Dogpunk
2025
your blog has the vibe of the den of a witch, rows upon rows of books lining the walls, lit exclusively by candles, with a bejewelled ritualistic altar in the middle of the room that has a print of colin morgan's face framed on top of it
i want to take this moment to confess my undying love for you. no, actually, seriously, the is so sweet. this is EVERYTHING to me. den of a witch????? yes, please. also, yes, in this house colin morgan belongs on the altar, bless.
tell me about my vibes
what's the actual point of drawing fan art if whatever idea you have, either someone has already executed it better than you can do without burning yourself out, or however dear the unique result is to you, it goes to the void (too alien to be perceived lol). fans are a concept we may take into account, yet we cannot comprehend how it works. also drawing to entertain the fans... ugh no. abso-fucking-lutely no. i have ideas for fan art, then i just ask what's the point. badly, badly written neural network. generate without wasting your energy on this imitation of being self aware.
Today's a 'read fanfiction cuddled in bed' kinda day
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just live in here for a moment.
it’s nearly midnight. you are in your room, at your desk, with a window to the right. papers are strewn over at your desk, illuminated by soft shine of your candle-light desk lamp. it’s raining outside. the window is slightly fogged and you drag your finger across the cold glass as rain streaks down the glass pane on the other side. you can hear the muted raining in your ears as Lana Del Rey’s softly singing Chemtrails Over the Country Club in her lilting voice. it’s magic, this night.