Bethany, 30s, England. ko-fi | ao3 | 🦀🦀 I try to write. It doesn't work. Don't believe me? Click on the crabs for my writing link! Currently into cdramas, kdramas, DC and Danny Phantom (especially dpxdc rn)! Remember when I had a sheep here all the time? That was weird.
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They are like father and daughter
#the thing i love about gaoshun#is the speed at which he took maomao's 'dont be so formal with me' and turned it into xiaomao#which like on the surface is no problem - xiao is a term of endearment used for children (and i think servants too? in that period? idk)#except xiaomao means kitten#'dont address me as a lady i am too lowly for that' 'alright kitten'#makes me laugh so much#kusuriya no hitorigoto#the apothecary diaries
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No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!
#me#my brother gets so angry because i dont watch any of his recs and its like..... the stars arent aligned im sorry
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I've been dying to finish this/do this cause Spectra is one my favorite DP Villains
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i just have to know what happened to the ui/ux designers at firaxis between civ6 and civ7
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actually, frankenstein is the name of the scientist. the horrible emo monster nobody wants to fucking talk to is named lord byron
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happy Thursday the 20th
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the ides of march
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A small piece from an upcoming chapter of my Phan fic 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚.

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A reflection stared back at him.
A boy—no. A man. A stranger.
His black hair clung to his forehead, greasy, dull, lifeless…
Just… this—this empty thing wearing his skin.
Blue eyes. But were they his?
Hollow. Glassy. A dull, dead shade that wasn’t supposed to belong to him. His gaze drifted downward, skimming over his body—ruined, broken, scarred. He didn’t even flinch at the sight anymore. The jagged lightning-shaped scar stretched across his cheek and neck, a souvenir from those seven months, from that collar.
Seven months.
The scar would never heal. Like the Y-shaped wound carved across his chest. Like the invisible ones inside him, festering, splitting him apart from the inside out.
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⟢ Ao3
⟢ More under the cut—some detail shots.




⟢ The drawings in the polaroids are older ones that I never shared before, way back from August last year ;3
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take me to snurch (snail church)
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caesars assassination but with empty cardboard tubes
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oh yes it's that time of year again
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Tried to keep it fairly graphic feeling, but I cannot resist the call of rendering things with a bit of extra shine lol.
For @green-with-envy-phandom-event, and lines by @hithisiszooz
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