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✨👌mowaa texture galore!!

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this is based on a tiktok comment I saw lol

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its kinda hard keeping track of what ive posted here and what not but have doodles

some liana backstory stuff as well as a bit of fangblade cus i missed them

im in the middle of moving out so i havent had the time or energy to cook up a rendered piece lololo, hopefully i can get back on the grind once im settled

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wow I am not good with the background stuff. here's ben

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me on a friday night

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"Lui,  

I’m writing to you now so you may begin to understand my perspective on this. I completely understand your anger and disgust. My actions have been inexplicably cruel, which is why you must understand—I did not do this. I’ve never done something like that before, why would I start now?  

The soft trilling of nature floated through the room as my eyes met yours then. They were wide and your bottom lip had quivered; you couldn’t comprehend the figure before you as your own little brother. I’m sure my blasé appearance made me appear all the more apathetic to you, this was not from some malicious indifference to violence but rather an ignorance to the incident at hand. You see it’s all normal still, regardless of anything, here in this house everything is normal. You, me, Mom and Dad. Of course, our dog too, who seemed in usual form. From my perspective nothing in the house was any different, how was I to know something was wrong? Pigs are funny little creatures, pink and brown with cute faces regardless of the coatings of excrement and mud crusted to their skin. They’re the picture of a cartoon, palatably gluttonous things they are.  

Despite this, even you face latent disgust when it becomes apparent how alive they are. Their snarls, lust and bowels have more than once inspired you to plug your nose while attending to them. 

This is why you must understand how awful their screams are. The first time I heard it; I had all but jumped out of my own skin. You should remember this still, how I ran out with tears welled in my eyes. It was raining heavily yet despite the cacophony of thunder; it was not enough to muffle those screams. When Dad had gotten me that morning to help, I had the clean image of swine in my mind. The playful, curious snorts which I was so familiar with played in my mind. I never could have predicted the subsequent wails of terror which emanated from them, as a particularly large one was hoisted up by my father.  

“Hold it.” He commanded me sternly, as he went to retrieve the bolt pistol. I held it down then, its eyes rolling into the back of its skull with each scream. I couldn’t handle such a noise, it sounded human. That ear deafening screams echoed in that small room, and I was suffocated by it. Even then, my disturb was unmatched and I had run before Dad finished the deed. I wasn’t able to eat the roast of it the following day. 

This is why, as you can decipher, I'm so baffled by my own families' accusations. If the sound is so unbearable to me, how could I inflict it? You are the greatest offender in this, who was so quickly to believe.  

I have been haunted by those screams for months now. I have laid awake at night, not as if you’d had noticed from across the room, hearing them in the recess of my mind. I have tossed and turned, awaked with cold sweats trailing down my body. I found myself the previous night pacing the halls. 

At some point, in a desperate attempt at reprieve, I went and splashed cold water on my face. That is when I heard it. I had tried earlier to explain but our Dad has been too angry to listen. This is why you must continue reading regardless of the graphic details. At first all I heard was the screams, however at this point it was nothing unusual. It seemed as the pigs grew larger they knew what was to come and their wailing grew louder throughout the night. Understandably their screams were inconsolable. Yet, despite this I heard it clear as day. A creaking, cracking noise—followed by a single growl that ended abruptly.  

Sure—I could have woken you—but I feared what could happen to you. Or to myself, if upon waking you found nothing and grew irate with finding nothing in the middle of the night. So, with great bravery I crept downstairs. Streams of blue light illuminated the open front door, the deadbolt hanging loosely. I saw that scruffy log of a dog, fast asleep. Normally, if I were to creep downstairs, he would growl or bark for a moment before smelling me and falling back to sleep. The prized guard he was slept completely unmoved by my presence. This furthered my suspicion, and a lump of worry solidified in my throat. 

At this point I knew the likely conclusion, an intruder. For what purpose? I had to find out. It was clear they were prepared, enough to trick the dog into an unconscious state. In retrospect it must have been some drugging—it could be the only explanation. So, quietly to not alert the intruder I grabbed the firewood axe and followed the blue moonlight. My original plan was to alert the neighbours, but then I became distracted. Distracted by the recent adversary in my life, those horrific screams.  

They bathed me, reaching into every hollow of my being as they sounded. Vibrating in the hollows of my sinuses and perforating my veins. Like a zombie, on pure instinct I followed them. Axe in hand, a newfound desire to quell their horror took hold of me. Perhaps I had been wrong to assume this natural to them, maybe they have been calling to me. For me to exonerate them from their torture. From the mindless and endless game of just waiting for their turn.  

This was a false belief, but I confess it to you so you can understand the authenticity of my accounts that night. As I entered the pen I saw it. If reality be what I believe it, that thing was human. If reality is not what we believe it to be, I’ll explain the perplexing nature of its form. Far too many joints, pallid complexation and a gaunt form contrasting its bloated, hanging stomach. Now, listen to me, I understand how off putting this description is. You may even question my mind, as from your perspective I understand this. So, we’ll operate within a realm of understanding for the remainder of this letter.  

This person, hunched over, had a piglet clenched in its jaw. Their long razer teeth lacerating its stomach clean in half.  

In a flurry of terrible emotions I swung the axe, landing hard on their shoulder. They released a rabid wail, and I swung once more, into its neck. Silencing it’s scream and it ran past me into the night. I had collapsed to my knees and cradled the piglet's corps in mourning. I remained there until morning, allowing these negative emotions to wear off. A feeling of pride coursed through me, the pigs were calm now, I had succeeded in ridding myself of this foul and unforgiving cry.  

That is why I had come in this morning, a weight lifted off my shoulders despite the dried blood which cracked between my fingers. I did not kill that piglet, I would never. Whether you believe me or not, I won't confess to this accusation.  So please, Liu, 

Tell dad there’s nothing wrong with me. 

With Love, your baby brother."

Tell-Tale Heart pastiche for class + Jeff face

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LIANA BACKSTORY CHARAS!!!!

CW: implication of underage drinking

Cole and Gary Dunkel, two older men and brothers Liana gets acquainted with when she starts going to church. She regularly talks to both of them there, seeking guidance and sympathy from Gary while meeting Cole behind the building after service to exchange money for alcohol.

A short comic I did under the cut: Liana's visiting the Dunkels after a late night when Gary took pity on her fear of going back home where she'd be alone with her thoughts and paranoia, offering to let her stay at his house for a while until she feels better. What she didn't expect was to see another familiar face.

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— a still sea, shadowed night, and cold moonlight bleeding over the water…

tinged with blood🩸

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mass doodle dumping

(suggestive themes ahead btw,,,)

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Liana moodboard questionmark?

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jeff the killer is asking a question!!

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These hearts seem clear and these flowers are kinda grey.

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fangblades and studies i drew while listening to the new ethel cain album

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him again

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