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a very happy marvin for the lovely @the-pastel-kitsune ✨

get ur own art @ my pinned post <3

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boom boom boom boom i want you in my loom knit you into a sweater then sew it up forever

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what was the first song you listened to in 2025?

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art vs artist 2024 ✨

ty all for ur continued support and love... aaaand patience lol

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orchestra holds harlow in too many arms. giggling with a hundred different voices, like a song ricocheting against the walls of her skull. fingers brushing through her curls like a tidal wave building and then crashing into shore. the ghost of something trying to crawl into her ribcage, too much liquor in her system to even bother squirming.

"i love you," orchestra croons, drawling like it's as drunk as she is.

she nods. tries to reach out to stroke its cheek - her hand slips through the facade, and she whimpers at the lack of contact until it finally decides on a face to wear. something iridescent, and smooth, like a pearl. she holds clumsy hands tightly to both sides of it like it'll vanish on her again, like every other shadow she's chased so far.

"i'll never know why anyone wouldn't. you're so..." several tongues in several mouths try to taste the word its looking for. eventually, it decides, and speaks with the shimmering mask she holds: "you're so softhearted."

it isn't quite right. she could be so very cruel when necessary. when ordered to.

but her love just kept expanding, from the little animals she doted on in the trailer park to the wicked creatures that beat her blue. her heart just stretched out like taffy, pulling and tearing at the seams, sweet bursting over, so malleable.

it could reach in, claws puncturing her heart, let her bleed into its palms. its certainly done worse to toys far less pliant. she wouldn't even scream, wouldn't blame it for a moment. she might even say thank you, if she wasn't dead by the time it was done.

instead it casts her arms aside, pulls her closer to its own chest. there is no steady rhythm there, only a constant, shivering hum like an electrical current. she sinks into it, despite the dizzy colors and the hazy glow. it loves her to the core, from the twisted misshapen center of itself to the tender chambers of her heart to the spider-webbed neurons they both share and overlap across. she knows that, even in her hazy state, and that is all that could possibly matter.

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through the thick smell of copper, piss, and chemicals, anti still faintly smells jett's cologne on his skin. at the thought of it, bile rises in the back of his throat, but he rather quickly forces it back before glancing at the peroxide and considering taking a swig of it.

brushing the thought off with a roll of his shoulders, anti kicks at the arm of the body below him. the gold bangles on her wrist chime against each other, in the same gentle tinkling tone that drew him to her at that bar in the first place. that makes a cold chill trickle down his bare spine, goosebumps appearing in its wake.

he kicks again; its more of a nudge, really. as if that'll do anything. he feels like a sad child finding a bird on the porch, its hollow little bones crushed from impact. the image seems to ricochet around the inside of his skull. remembering little rhymes with friends forgotten, he nudges once more, even gentler now. wake up, warbler, where's your trill? a sharp-eyed shrike has come to...

anti sighs something close to words then glances at the mess soaking her leggings. his hands, already rinsed of blood, slowly gather paper towels into a wad to awkwardly drop between her thighs. not the grace he hoped to demonstrate with her tonight. a waste on every count, really. didn't fuck her as intended, didn't hurt her for any worthwhile amount of time as unintended, didn't spare her selflessly, or spare her for later stringing up selfishly. didn't even get the chance to make her something for dinner, and that pitiful thought makes him give the plastic container of cleaner a second thirsty glance. he doesn't remember when the last time he had internal burns was, but surely it wouldn't be the worst decision he's made all night. still, he looks away.

one set of towels soaked through, he drops another handful and pushes them against the floor with his boot and a groan. the rest of the roll will be to scrub hydrogen peroxide into the floorboards. with no decorum left, anti pours from the bottle directly onto a splatter of blood and watches it foam up and hiss like a rabid cat. to work he goes.

the more cleaner he spills out onto the floor, the more he's in awe of the blood's tenacity. he's sure part of the scent's pervasiveness is just the little fleck of dried blood right above his lip, right in the curve of his philtrum, but it's still a wonder how heavy it seems to linger.

still, somehow, not enough to cover awful overpriced cologne. he wished she hadn't noticed it. all she was trying to offer was a nice compliment. curling too closely around him as he tried to clean up the place, you smell like oranges and flowers. what followed was a knife from the dishwasher finding its way between her ribs, that warbling shriek shaking out from her chest, then a lamp smashing against her unsuspecting skull, the shattered lightbulb leaving lacerations in her cheek. he moved entirely on unrestrained impulse. he didn't mean to. but that didn't matter. all that mattered was that her limp body had started seeping life onto his floor before he could process what he'd done, or how to fix it. he didn't know if he could. he'd never seen a face that he cared to keep around crushed so thoroughly.

really, anti tries not to look at her face much. but it's still soft, on the side pressed to the floor. her mouth rests slightly agape and brow twists in the slightest hint of pain, but far less dead.

he throws all of the used towels into a trash bag, finding one unused left over. a few drops of peroxide still sit in the bottom of the bottle. he considers, then tips the container against the last towel before he can even decide what he's doing for certain.

he follows the curves of her brow, her eyebags, her dimples and jawline. the blood wipes from her face easier than he thought. his trembling fingers comb her hair forward, blood somewhat hidden in the black strands. it covers the cuts in her flesh, though not the sizeable chunk of exposed and damaged brain matter. maybe if he got lower...

he sinks onto the floor, where the remaining peroxide hisses against his dirty coat. there. from here, his head even with hers, body pressed flat, she looks just as beautiful as before. she's laying comfortably in some other better world where anti left a bludgeoned jett at his ugly little house and made this woman dinner instead.

he puts his arms around her waist, like they'll sway to some slow song together. she'll be stiff and cold soon, but he can imagine warmth if he tries. he pulls her closer, and her lifelessness obliges to his memory of her laugh as he presses his ear against her collarbone, curls his knees close to his chest like a fearful child cradling a doll, and closes his eyes, pretending he's in another world too.

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you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you people are next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!

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The King

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And what do you think you're doing Simon?

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simon petrikov

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Self-portrait, 1960 - Vivian Maier.

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Palestinian girls and women are forced to use tents as pads. People boost. Donate if you can

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guys i'm sorry i've been so inconsistent on posting especially for my projects. life is busy. here's my cat.

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The Laughter echoes...👁️‍🗨️ (ignore the fact that I forgot to draw JJ flshdfsdnf)