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i cant wait for winter and snow and cold and death and hopelessness and the fear it will never end and the tempory comfort of heat and the pain that cuts through your skin when you step outside

why did no one tell me quantum computers looked like that

don't talk to me till my carapace hardens from my last molt 😭😭😂😂

i would like to imagine that after machete dies, vasco starts collecting red things. red, like the soles of machetes shoes and the hems of his cassocks, the front of his nightgowns after a heavy nosebleed. or maybe he collects pink things, like machete's nose and ears and paw pads, or things white like his fur. he never collects anything black, however. red like the hems but never black like the fabric. black is too sad. it's grief, it's unfathomable loss and it means admitting machete is actually gone, stolen from the world. but ludovica is there, and she indulges his collections in little ways on the occasion. it's a small comfort, her love for her husband in their lavender way.

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bored out of my mind so i'll be outside hitting concrete with my longsword for a while

Literally cannot remember if you’ve already drawn something like this but I think of Vaschete everytime I see In Bed by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

I may have a particular fondness for this subject.

If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.

I like being lesbian. women

Silk is so beautiful. Thank you worms

[oc] A little compilation, I love how they all look together :)

Eyes that will be used by a taxidermist

i dont have any followers but can i get some drawing requests or something im bored as fuck

jesus no

Character Popularity Poll Pt 2

So I've done this a couple time on twitter, but I want to try it here!

Father Basil and Dandelion are quarantined here for the poll's health

WEIRDCORE TUMBLR ARCHIVES - V3

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ZgBBjTWT3cM99HqGB7RcL4S8Y4Yqiyed

160 blogs, 8.22gb of edits, nearly 20k images!!!! 

Done with [a lot] help by the incredible @etherealascend, wouldn’t be possible without him.

If you are unfamiliar with the archive, this is a collection of edits that were created by tumblr users, sorted by blog name! The goal is to save edits and editors works. This also includes deactivated accounts, collected by me and albeon by hand. 

(Note: This archive is completely up to date as of 7/10/23. Deactivated accounts are mostly archived after deactivation and therefore likely incomplete.)