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i had to add them in, i love them too much

I wanna name shadow after a character too but im not sure which one

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IM GOING CRAZY OVE RTHE WALTEN FILES

THE THEORIES AND THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD IS INSANE

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Babys first public fanart

I still don't know how to draw clothes so enjoy the block of blue.

The brushes I used bc they aren't mine

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felt like dying but the bath lights were too pretty

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Little short story i made for class featuring my oc Kora 🫶🫶

White Noise

Kora liked her quiet apartment in Raleigh, NC. She was a college student living alone, working for a barely livable wage, but she loved it. No roommates, no distractions, just the light buzz of her fridge and her TV that stopped working weeks ago. Kora didn't mind the static buzz that played, it helped fill the space in the late nights and early mornings.

At first, she didn't know what she was hearing, small sounds occasionally passing. She brushed it off as bugs or neighbors talking a little louder than usual. The small whispers came to her late at night when the only thing that lit the living room was the television. She blamed stress, overworking herself, and long study sessions.

But soon, the sounds, these whispers grew louder.

It's as if the sounds followed her around her house. The sounds crawled through every room, burying itself into the walls. Every time she left her apartment, it was like there was an itch in the back of her head telling her to go back. Kora searched every single corner of the apartment behind furniture, moving her hands over the countertops to see if there was anything, pressing her ears to the walls to see if it was truly her neigbors. The noise always surrounded a specific wall, her living room wall facing out to the street. Kora looked all around the wall to see if there was anything that could give away what produced the sound, but every time that she got closer, the whispers faded.

On the fourth day, she was woken up by loud murmurs. It sounded like thousands were people were in her apartment. She was sleep-deprived from studying and working late, tired, and finally ready to do something about it. Stomping to the living room, she yanked a chair from the kitchen and threw it at the living room wall, the drywall dust and particles flying off it. Hearing that it didn't stop Kora picked it up and swung at it with the chair, screaming, “SHUT UP!! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!!” Slamming the chair against the wall over and over and over again until she got tired. All she could do it sit there with the voices surrounding her. In one final burst of rage, she grabs the chair and swings it right into the TV.

The screen shattered.

The whispers stopped. The beautiful silence engulfed her.

Kora slowly turned to the TV eyes looking first, her head following. The chair was sticking out of the TV. Tears fell down her cheeks, not out of rage but out of relief that it stopped. After a while, the sun, hitting its peak, shone through the window, as the warm rays hit her skin, waking her up. She shakily stood up and wiped the tears and snot from her face, taking in the mess she had made in her madness. She sighed. She had a lot of cleaning up to do.

After two weeks and a much-needed wall fix, Kora ended her lease early and moved out. She left the TV on the curb, its cracked screen looking at her. Tossing the last box into her car, she climbs in, feeling fresh. She drives off, never looking back at that old TV.

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ive never watched south park i just made this for my bff

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I dug into my torso. I pushed past my ribs and lungs. I grabbed my heart and held it to my face. I stared at it. I wondered how something the size of my fist could keep me alive for 16 years. The way it beat in my hand made me feel alive, not just because that beat kept me alive but because I knew everyone I had ever met has had a similar heartbeat to mine.

I pushed past my ribs and lungs. I put my heart back into its place. I wondered what it's like to be made for one thing and one thing only. I felt sad knowing that something so beautiful could only be seen in labs and hospitals. I wish I could hold my heart above my head and scream that this is what gives me life.

When I die I'll give you my heart, in a glass jar so you can see how beautiful it is. It's the reason I was living.

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im just gonna start posting about my one oc i love her so much i put my heart and soul into her