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No one will understand you--you are all alone
[ID: Colored digital art featuring Lionblaze holding Dovepaw in StarClan and Hawkfrost holding Ivypaw in the Dark Forest. Their positions are mirrored vertically, linked by Dovepaw and Ivypaw's twined tails.
In the top half of the image, Lionblaze holds Dovepaw close to himself, shielding her with his paws, and he growls protectively at the viewer. Dovepaw seems to be uncomfortable at Lionblaze's overprotectiveness, trying to get out of his grasp. She has a solid yellow halo behind her head, and there's a larger yellow ring around her and Lionblaze. Six disembodied eyes are watching them. Outside the ring are several winged StarClan cats, with halos above their heads and around their wrists.
In the bottom reversed half of the drawing, Hawkfrost draws Ivypaw closer to himself, smiling deviously as he covers her face with his paws. Ivypaw looks away with a downcast expression. She has a solid red halo behind her head, and it's dripping like blood. Behind her and Hawkfrost is a dark purple forest of dead trees. Six paws claw upwards towards StarClan. Where the two sides connect are clouds and dripping blood.
The second image is identical, except that it is flipped so that Hawkfrost and Ivypaw are on the top. End ID] ID written by @curlfeatherstar
a special liech for 500 <3
something that boggles my mind is that in Bones they say Pelant and his first victim on the show arenât connected in any way but,,, they both moved from Denmark to the US at 6?? was that not added into canon until later or something??
I HATE when people think ARTISTIC NUDITY and P0RN8GR@PHY are the same thing like
LEAVE MY ARTISTIC ASS ALONE >:(
My baby
I joined this roblox rp game just to explore but I did actually get in a rp with someone. They were pretty cool and taught me how to follow along with the games rules and mechanics.
As you can see my regular avatar is now an OC for this game so I'm actually coming up with some sorta backstory :3
3/3
Andddd we're done here.
Art challenge thing that took 10hrs out of my life.
1/3
Move over NERDS its my turn on the writingđĽ
DOAI SPOILERS :3
(Okay so in this context Alex is developing veldigun sickness AGH)
Alex slumps home, their paranoia has been..getting the better of him. All their thoughts have become a jumbled mess of sounds that donât even vaguely resemble speech. Watching every single car that even happens to go in their general direction before speeding off. They knew Lankmann was onto him, they were sure of it. Its just, why he was waiting so longâŚ?
The squeak of the door that theyâve opened at least a thousand times to get to their apartment room is only now starting to get on their nerves, the slow pain thats developing in his knees. It was like they could barely walk anywhere without feeling some kind of pain. They felt like shit, to say the absolute least. Crashing down on the cheap mattress, Alexâs mind doesnât exactly know where to go now, what exactly would they think about? The fact the man they were unintentionally helping sacrifice people to some monster was going to kill them? How nice. They cough burying their face into the crook of their arm. âThe weathers getting colderâŚitâs only a cough.â They thought to themselves. As if trying to convince themself of something. As if there was a hang of dread they couldnât feel, Alex leaned against the wall, tired but not quite enough to sleep, unfortunately. They coughed again, and then again. And soon found they couldnât stop. Each one more violent, more painful than the last. So hard they begin to tear up.
Alex shoves open the door to the bathroom and hangs over the sink. Staring into the mirror as the flickering light fights to illuminate their surroundings. Before coughing, choking. Harder than they ever had. Alex opened their eyes and stumbled back upon what they saw in the sink. Blood, Alex had coughed up blood.
âNo..no no no no..â
They repeat to themself, pacing around the small room for a moment before pausing. Looking down at their arms, then into the mirror. Theyâve lost so much weight, and their skin is becoming a sickly pale. They fall, just barely catching themself on the sink. The horrific realization theyâve come to leaves them in a state of animalistic panic. Lankmann wasnât going to kill them, he was going to let them die. They cough more, the metallic smell of blood was hitting their nose was making them even more nauseous. They turn the sink on and splash the cold water on their face. As if that would do something, anything. But it doesnât. Alex falls back against the wall, their breathing is labored and hard. Not helped by how clogged their throat felt. They thought they were just going to be killed but this is so much worse. Alex tilts their head back against their breathing wasnât slowing down, it was so rapid. Only occasionally interrupted by the violent coughing. Their heartbeat was a clumsy banging drum that played in their ears. Their whole body was shaking, thoughts were running around their mind at a thousand miles a minute and almost nothing could break past the wall of their mind and escape through their mouth.
âI donât want to die..â
Alex paused, almost covering their mouth as they heard themself say that. Their shakey breathing was slowing but didnât stop. They lean back against the wall, the last thing they ever wanted was to show fear. Even completely alone, even in the security of their own falling apart room. They wanted to be brave about it the last thing they wanted was to admit on any other level other than subconsciously. That theyâre afraid, terrified. Theyâre still young, they still have so much life ahead of them⌠Alex hunches over staring at the ground, they hold themselves and a feeling of defeat washes through their mindâŚ
The sound of Alexâs breathing is the only one that hits their ears, the room is so quiet, but Alexâs thoughts are screaming, yet somehow, still so vague and hard to make out. Theyâre completely spaced, they stand up. Their legs shake violently, but they walk forward anyways. Staring into the mirror for a fleeting second before looking straight back down into the overrun sink that theyâd forgotten to switch off. They do so and a silent sigh rolls out of their breath. Unsure of what to think, of what to do. All they know is to walk forward anyways.
In a second i passed to i love this piece to i hate this and my art isnt going anywhere
id go for the somewhatmoderntimesbutnocellphones since i think the belief in vampires was bigger around the 18th/19th century
pondering about a small vampire hunter au
Whatâs myr and theoâs relationship like ? :0
Myr always tries to visit her brother at least every month, trying to do something fun, catch up, make the best of their situation, because she thinks she understands how hard it is on Theo. She knows of the hazard put on him, but not how badly it affects him. Myr sees him as their little brother even if they don't remember how old the other is anymore. They feel like they need to hold onto the time they spend with him, show him mercy and joy in his elongated lifespan, hoping he'll be freed. The only 'real family' she has left. Theo loves her very much, but always holds a pit in his stomach knowing that their moments together will end. Despite the memetic hazard affecting his perception of time, he can sense the start and end, always dreading the end.
Theo can sense the holes in his memory, but it feels like gaps within gaps, unable to be entirely completed, attention shoved aside to something else. One of his oldest memories was the dream of starting a bakery on the outside with Myriad, but no longer knows if or when it's going to happen. Even in her company, he misses his sibling so much. It feels like they used to be close. He can't tell the next time they're going to meet, and some people just disappear from his life. He doesn't know how long any of them have lived. He dreads the day she disappears too.
what if i cry RIGHT NOW
sorry for drawing them tenderly it will happen again
