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Rebel mouth, testifying from the other side.
Franny Choi, "Second Mouth"
Some late night dnd doodles of Vester and his mutated self
I had this picture of dark laying around on my computer i thought you guys would want to see it
Futakuchi Stone-ah! (October 2017)
From Wikipedia: A futakuchi-onna (二口女, lit. "two-mouthed woman") is a type of yōkai or Japanese monster. They are characterized by their two mouths – a normal one located on her face and second one on the back of the headbeneath the hair. (Read more here)
I thought it would be interesting to reimagine this story with a little cross-cultural rock and roll \m/
(Note: I don’t own or claim to own any of the original artwork. This is just my edit.)
hey guys praying mantis emote discovered:
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The second mouth is the first part to appear in her true demon form. She will develop a second mouth right on the top of her neck only during extreme emotions such as extreme sadness, anger, or under great stress. Once she calms down, it’ll go away.
“Why Can’t I Leave You?” by AI
You stand behind the old black mare,
dressed as always in that red shirt,
stained from sweat, the crying of the armpits,
that will not stop for anything,
stroking her rump, while the barley goes unplanted.
I pick up my suitcase and set it down,
as I try to leave you again.
I smooth the hair back from your forehead.
I think with you laziness and the drought too,
you’ll be needing my help more than ever.
You take my hands, I nod
and go to the house to unpack,
having found another reason to stay.
I undress, then put on my white lace slip
for you to take off, because you like that
and when you come in, you pull down the straps
and I unbutton your shirt.
I know we can’t give each other any more
or any less than what we have.
There is safety in that, so much
that I can never get past the packing,
the begging you to please, if I can’t make you happy,
come close between my thighs
and let me laugh for you from my second mouth.