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my oc Flick

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sketches of my oc nova

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EXACTLY

To all my fellow artist/writers/content creators on Tumblr

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Love

Smile and laugh, if you need, in the face of love. But when it starts to laugh back? Run, run far away from there. Run until there are spots in your vision and your lungs burn and your eyes sting at the agony, for love is not a sweet candy to devour; it is a drug to become addicted to.

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If Firestar became a medicine cat instead. Also, I turned him into a girl. Spottedleaf doesn't die. And when he became a full blown medicine cat he and Spottedleaf get together (because I,,, do not want to write mentor/apprentice). They argue that they're both med cats so it's fine (Star Clan gets annoyed at the logic)

His name is Flickerfire in this AU 'cuz I liked it.

[ID: Flickerfire is drawn in a cartoon-ish style with a black and pink flower tucked behind her ear. "Flickerfire" is written in the background in my (admittedly bad) cursive. She is set on a sea green background.]

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Perfection is a smile, given freely and kindly. Perfection is love, and it is the common courtesies of every human being.

It's a shame that nothing perfect exists, isn't it?

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Prolouge

It's too late for me, I think. My blood already starts to boil against my bones, my sleep fleeting.

Pain has settled into my bones, and there it shall stay.

It's an infection, spreading from limb to limb as I fight to live, fight these waves. If I am to drown, will the world touch the poisonous waters? I shall never know.

I always wanted to be a villain, even before I knew the word. I was never really blessed with the sweet notions of helping people, I never wanted to be a doctor or a veterinarian. My world was always a little dark, and a lot of times I saw things I shouldn't have.

And this- this, is my story.

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can you draw me- It's me Jay from school- no pressure if you dont want to-

YESSSSSS

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Will

silver plated,

a wish made in heaven

will you let me give it to you?

will you let me love you?

will you let me wither?

will you let me cry?

wish I could die?

too late.

love comes with a price, I promise you

you will not like what the world asks of you

you will wish you were dead, you

will.

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love is pain, they say,

tell me, with their euphemisms,

will you love me today?

tell me, love,

do you like me at all?

am I yours to hate?

is it yours to make?

tell me, who am i,

in this place of pretenses

will you tell me why?

will you stay while I sway and change like a willow,

will you stay and play this little game with me?

will you pretend with me?

will you stay, just for a while, while I pull myself together?

will you put on the mask?

I promise it comes off

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Purple, my love is not.

Yours is, it's the color of sunsets and twilight and sweet kisses of the breeze. Mine is the dripping tar, liquid black of ink, of fear and the dark things that creep.

My love is sharp and clean, messy and dirty. My love is the fear of failure, that dive into dark midnight waters simply to get my due.

Your love is happy and upbeat and helpful, but my love is the darkness that your light starts to melt away. I don't think you know how I break as you smile.

Your love is the beauty of calm and sweet and unbridled, and mine is the beauty of mirrors, of deception. Tell me, if you could see who I was without a million reflections taunting you, would you still love me? If you knew of my darkest thoughts, of the things I've done?

Would you still think me kind, naïve? No, I think not. I hide myself behind black shadows until I suffocate myself, loving the choke as I swim up again. I love the burn, the flames that lick at my skin as I attempt to forget, if only for one night, who looks back in the mirror.

Never mind that I love, too, my love is broken. Yours is perfect, just the way it's supposed to be. My love is the poisons that seeped into my blood from birth. your love is the sunshine you fed it, the way you healed.

My love is fear.

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Drew this dragon! :3

Used Crayola 10 color marker pack (the thin tipped ones), a pencil, and paper. Not digital art, which I’m surprised by actually. I’m kind of glued to clip studio 😅

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Willow and Sundew’s child! (lol not bumblebee)

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I edited cat ears on a stock photo go prank someone with it if you want idk

and here’s the original:

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here have a Starflight! :3 

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Nighttime

Night is... amazing. It’s when the earth turns dark and cool and moist and soft. It’s when the stars glitter in the sky and the sun goes to sleep. It’s when the moon rises in the sky and lights up the world, like a little nightlight. It’s when I can be alone, and when I come up with ideas. It’s when I can smile and look out of my window and smell the air and feel moonlight spill on my face.

Night is freedom. Night is when the world is busy, yet bustling with activity if you’re looking for it.

Night is for the bold, the meek, the strong, the weak, the brave, the cowardly. It’s for all of us.

We can sleep; rest our eyes; relax. We can see the world as the owl sees it, in an airplane at night. We can see the cities, so far down below.

Nighttime is for everyone.