#Dead blog reblog

[paladinmain]

💊 cradle pharmaceuticals

[likopinina]

David 8 and Neomorph

[the-kipsabian]

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[scuttledusk]

it’s always a good time to lie awake in bed late at night and think about the fantasy lore in your head. you will surely not regret staying up til ungodly hours thinking about the fantasy lore in your head. things you have to do tomorrow are temporary made up fictional details are forever

[gello-strands]

Enoch is just an eyeball.. his head too big

(REBLOGS>LIKES!)

[meltedmush]

I MISS THE BOOPS,,,

[deadboyween]

(now slightly just under) 3 WEEKS TO GO UNTIL DEADBOYWEEN!!

Meant to post this yesterday but there are 20 days left to get creating!! I'm so excited for this event and I can't wait to see everyone's brilliant works!!

[jewishbarbies]

“they’re not spam blogs, we vetted them!!”

yet here I am, blocking a duplicate of the same blog that sent me the same ask for the 4th time (the 3rd time today) along with another duplicate of the same blog I’d already blocked and reported that sent me the same ask they tried sending last week. and both of them still read like a fucking chatgpt prompt.

[can-of-slorgs]

I'm personally blaming @starbiology and everyone who has reblogged or commented the other piece for this.

Bonus comic featuring my grundo:

[fooltofancy]

then and now ~

wasn't actually gonna do this due to feeling. weird. about literally everything rn, but! out is through, etc.

once upon a time baby mode was a cat. i think i started playing in like. 2019? the first time? did not last, because i am classically bad at mmos. started playing again just before ew, because bnuy. anyway, baby mode, cat edition, first -> last

did love the hell outta that stupid little cat, though.

baby mode, bnuy edition didn't become ilya til like. well after i finished ew, but despite that the only real changes he's gone through are eye and haircolor, lmao. i have a brand. 😔

might be an actual guy, now, but he's still a meme.

lil art journey below the cut, 'cause i know it's not about that but that's where the actual guy. is. so.

mostly though he's just gotten. broader. didn't quite manage to untwink that man, but i tried. almost 2025 and i still don't know where his ears go.

[blaithnne]

Searching for images of johanna on google is all well and good until half the images are from my fucking blog

[pistolenprinz]

a little something the bestie and i thought up while talking prep last night

(i'm from florida & a katrina + wilma survivor; i'm allowed to make the joke. before anyone gets their britches in a twist. also abigail hate will get you blocked, we stan)

[cervinae-canine]

But in the end, When it's your turn to be judged, You'll get what you fucking deserve, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Oblivions Peak - Knocked Loose

[cringefaecompilation]

3 year old orym after he accidentally kicked over an anthill

[cosmic-blogs]

HOME SHAPED HEART

I am making a home,

Within myself.

And it is tough.

As I grow older

And winters become rough.

I worry if the foundation,

Is strong enough 

To hold up

All versions of 

me, from all pasts 

If my walls should  be 

stark and high.

Or have 

More windows

To look at the stars

The night casts.

If i will be able to

Withstand impending rain.

Now that I know,

Joy is a momentary flash flood,

Upon a barren desert of pain.

I acknowledge the worry

Hold it close

And tell it to rest.

I want my home

Within me

To be a sanctuary.

A place to rest

When I return

From adventures of life.

I want to walk from room to room

And in the vaults of my heart

With a song upon my lips

For the beauty 

That I may find.

I want to welcome

Reluctant love,

Enough,

To feel, finally at home.

I need to clear out spaces

For gardens with butterflies.

I want a waterfall of giggles

To wash away all grime.

I want a heart shaped home

With bricks, of gratitude

And a roof, of everything enough.

I will put soft warm lights

Outside the door.

The kind that make,

The lonely feel safe

From harshness of glare.

I will build my home

Inside the vales of gentleness,

Where the breeze,

On a warm summer afternoon 

Will be much needed

Respite for my friends.

I have to be gone for long.

Into the  frightening silent,

wilderness of self.

To pick out pieces of beauty

From dangerous woods.

To gather and to rake.

To draw out a map

And a plan for

My home shaped heart,

To house all my goods.

I have the strength,

I have to remind myself 

As I pave the path back

To myself.

I will make my home

Within myself, 

From silver curtains 

Of full moon nights.

And the quietning that comes

From a dawn about to break in love.

Even if takes all my will and

The  milk of my bones.

It is the hardest thing 

To make,

I know,

Because I have to do it alone.

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