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wonderlartcafe

Sakai Hōitsu (1761–1828) — Crows in the Moonlight , early 19th century

Woodblock print; ink and color on paper, Princeton University Art Museum

1five1two

'Dragon'. Witold Pruszkowski. 1896.

vangoghcore

by camprobber

maviyenot

color-palettes

Rational Gaze - Submitted by fastman27

#F0E9ED #DECAD8 #AE9CB1 #7A129A #400D5B #090329

serennesart

divine instruments: solar flare 🔥, thunder edge ⚡, tundra beads ❄️

rune-ko

Unfulfilled wish upon a (charmony) star

thedeerus

stellaron hunters.jpg

reiykaa

target acquired!

syzygy-yzygy

So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.

I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.

syzygy-yzygy

@aspengrown this is the rawest possible addition to this post thank you

mylordshesacactus

and also:

cat love as in I am small and scared and all of my instincts and my experience and your vast power say you're a threat but I am choosing to trust in your kindness despite my fear. you could kill me with one hand but I know you won't.

cat love as in I can tell you are upset and I don't understand why so I will sit stiffly beside you and awkwardly provide the only reassurance I know how to give. I am uncomfortable with every single moment of this but it is what you would do for me.

cat love as in I am small and powerless but I will curl up back to back with you and stand guard while you sleep and I will mean it with every fiber of my being.

my cat Nepenthe was a former stray behavior case at risk of euthanasia because she kept mauling potential adopters. on her second week in my apartment--having already attacked me multiple times without provocation, I will add, I wasn't special, she needed genuine help--she slinked out of the bedroom yowling at me. when I went to check on her she kept walking back and forth until I followed her, where she insistently paced between my feet and her hidey-hole in the back of my dresser, increasingly distressed. about three seconds after she gave up and hid, an absolutely torrential rain front hit. she didn't understand yet that we couldn't get wet inside. she'd been trying to warn me.

she didn't know me yet, but she knew I hadn't yelled at her when she hurt me. she knew I hadn't tried to hurt her back. she didn't understand why she was attacking me; those episodes probably scared her more than me. she knew I "shared" food with her, and that I asked before touching her. and she went out of her way to bring me into her safe space, to protect her friend.

cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.

yahinata

Dark!Argenti

vantqe

guns n roses 🥀🪦

nem0-nee

The smile he wanted to protect.

tlirsgender

Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions

tlirsgender

Me crocheting: I made a duck ! ^_^

Me writing: pacing around talking to myself compelled by forces beyond my comprehension