Life and death have never been opposites.
They have always shared the same fruit.

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Life and death have never been opposites.
They have always shared the same fruit.
Got bored
Fresh out the OC oven
Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!
Let me put you on peak
Fascinator by maretu. It’s one of the songs that I listen to and still like after listening to a lot. Also hmm histrionic by kikuo. Also a lot of vocaloid in general………………….. can I also just say, In A Deep, Dark Forest sounds like it would be a sound track in chapter 2 piggy. Like the beginning. I love edgy music. I am a edge lord 🥺
I’m lazy today. As you can see. After I finished the head😔😔🫤🫤 i got incredibly lazy.
Diabetes, Acryl & Powder. My fav trio from chained man
This poem is about how the red string soulmate theory applies to me as a aroace person.
"The Little Red String”
I cut my little red string
without knowing
who stood on the other side.
I did not care.
That thread had become a tether,
tight around the ribs,
pulling me toward places
I never chose to go.
With every day
it tangled itself deeper,
knotted through my hands,
my throat,
my steps.
So I took scissors to it.
Snipped thread by thread,
small severings,
careful violence.
I watched the color fade
with every cut,
its bright insistence
bleeding into nothing.
Now I have a black string
dragging softly behind me.
It does not yank.
It does not command.
It does not pretend
to know my destiny better than I do.
It follows where I lead.
And for the first time,
what was once a leash
has become something gentler,
something chosen.
I decide where that little string goes now.
Whatever waits at the other end
can learn to walk beside me. 🖤
I've been a little absent recently due to life stuff but I just thought I'd make a little reminder because of the new and returning fanbase thanks to the show:
Ciel is 14 years old. Please do not sexualize him.
Ciel is 14 years old. Please do not ship him with adults. (You know exactly what I'm talking about)
Even though I haven't seen much about this, I thought it worth mentioning: Grelle is a woman
Yes, they are fictional characters, yes certain things you say or do about them online affect and harm real people, I know because it happened to me. (No I don't just mean I was "offended")
I realize that nothing I say or do can make people change their ways, however, there are certain things I can control, such as this blog.
So, if anything you do to interact with this blog breaks or contradicts these boundaries/rules, you will be immediately blocked. (This includes trying to argue with me on this post)
If you want to make things easier for me and unfollow because you disagree with me, go ahead. I will be none the wiser but all the happier.
Thank you all.
i suck ass at stylized cartoon drawings so i guess this is my art style now.
anyway here’s dazai being illuminated by unresolved trauma and a bar sign.
made a tumblr account specifically to practice more stylized/cartoony art and i need to know if anyone else has this problem.
people talk about realism like it’s the final boss of art but nobody warns you how hard it is to LEAVE realism.
my brain sees a face and immediately starts calculating bone structure, planes, reflected light, anatomy, and skin tones.
then i sit down to draw something stylized and suddenly i’m like
“okay but where is the zygomatic arch”
NO. BAD ARTIST.
GO DRAW THE LITTLE CARTOON MAN.
i am actively trying to unlearn details. this is somehow harder than learning them.
i know where every shadow on a face goes, but ask me to draw a simple cartoon character from memory and suddenly i’m fighting for my life.
anyway, if you’ve ever gone from realism to stylization, please tell me i’m not the only one getting my ass kicked by a character made of three shapes and a dream.
Happy birthday dazai!
he used to wonder if he’d live to see tomorrow.
now he’s wondering what to do with all the tomorrows that followed.
expectations
I kept thinking about the idea that sometimes people can look at the exact same thing and see completely different worlds.
One person sees drowning.
Another sees peace.
One person sees an ending.
Another sees the first moment they’ve been able to breathe in years.
This comic is about waking up from a dream and realizing you’ll never know what would have happened if you’d stayed a little longer.
Maybe that’s the tragedy of it.
We weren’t talking about the same place.
The nightmare wasn’t the water.
The nightmare was waking up.
🎪🌹 Vesper Bloom 🔔
Vesper Bloom is a 15-year-old demiboy clown who once performed fire acts in a traveling circus. During a show, their act was sabotaged, causing a fire that killed everyone in the circus except them. Unable to let go of the guilt, Vesper remains trapped within the abandoned circus, convinced the tragedy was their fault.
Flowers bloom wherever they walk, but wilt when touched by their hands. The bells sewn into their costume contain the souls of the performers lost in the fire. To everyone else, the bells ring with screams of agony. To Vesper, they sound like applause from their beloved audience.
Beautiful, charming, and deeply unsettling, Vesper hides crushing grief behind theatrical enthusiasm and fragmented, dreamlike speech. As their guilt grows, the circus decays around them. Only by learning to forgive themself and release the souls trapped within the bells can the circus bloom again.
“My beloved audience… why do you look so frightened?”
Feel free to ask questions about Vesper, their story, the circus, or the characters around them! Both I and Vesper will do our best to answer in-character and out-of-character. 🎭✨
Nikolai is probably asking if fyodor would love him if he was a worm and fyo is mildly entertained💜🖤🩶🤍
Hey guys my name is McKyah you guys can call me mickey im aroace (no romantic or sexual attraction) I love writing poetry and doing art of fandoms im in along with making ocs cant wait to hang out with yall in this community 🖤❤️
Russian albino Dallas Winston AU