𝖙𝔞𝖌𝔤𝖊𝔡 by @rolangf to do this. absolutely soul sniping, insane uquiz. ty for tagging me </3
𝔱𝖆𝔤𝖌𝔦𝖓𝔤: @timdownie @bethesdas @bhaalcest @devilbrakers @druidgroves @corpo-rat @artmuseumsandoldbooks and you!🖤
ℭ𝖆𝔫𝖎́𝔟𝖆𝔩𝖊𝔰; 𝕯𝔢𝖛𝔬𝖚𝔯𝖊𝔯💀
Love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. You listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. You committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the deafening quiet of a taxi. There's mold covered rage within you. If to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and rib-cage first. Pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. There is fear in settling down and being seen. There is a glass screen between these bodies and you. Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. The sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. Desire doesn't discriminate between hands or spoken word. Why should you?
𝔐𝖆𝔲𝖉𝔩𝖎𝔫 𝔐𝖆𝔤𝖉𝔞𝖑𝔢𝖓𝔢🦷
An embrace with the shivering figure of a ghost. You cut your hair at 3 a.m. to change it all but it is no use. Love is a war to endure to you. You comfort and hold, kiss pressed to temple and cheek while feeling the numbness filling your nights to brim. What used to feel honorable has now become chore of breathing to sustain another. What else is love, but your disembodied lap to lay another's head into? Your fingers turn blue in the announcing dawn, the cold figure of what you used to know of yourself remains asleep next to them. Another version of you has crept out of your old body, has ripped and eaten itself out of a cast that was fused into the position of nurturing comfort. Remove yourself from your lovers mothers before they become part of you, conjoined with your arms to another's wailing head you have no life apart of maudlin magdalene. You have given endlessly, but this isn't all there is to you. Acknowledge the good that has been done and let yourself be free. You deserve to feel held as well, you are more than what you can give of yourself before breaking down.
ℭ𝖚𝔭𝖎𝔡'𝔰 𝔅𝖗𝔬𝖙𝔥𝖊𝔯🤍
You have been love adjacent all your life. The faint spill of another story that softly grazed your shoulders when stood too close. Whether by design or not, you have yet to build a clear image of what love means to you. The interlocked weaving of a picture locket bound to strand of hair when hugged to tight, the sun patch that meets your soles in glaring sun dried fields when running with a friend. You are not far from love, but moving between line of collision and avoidance at all times. A faint glimmer on sea lake surface of what could be. There is time to find what you want, find whether it's enough as is. Love is in you, breathing in another day. Continue as you are, realizing the love that is slowly blossoming in your life as it sharpens and clears in brushstrokes.
i was thinking that sticking my whole head inside of a lily would feel really nice. especially with a snoot. it would smell so nice... and then creature was born in my head. golden ray lily beast
angel drawings featuring a new unnamed strandbeest angel, lament, and baby grovel! ive been workinig more on an oc-verse/story w them lately (thanks to my BOYFRIEND who has been a HUGE HELP <3)
