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MARRIAGE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
#youtube#artofthemystic#ottorapp#ai generated#youtubevideo#surrealism#deep dream#nightcafe ai#nightcafestudio#deep dream video#visionary art#heaven and hell#freaks#chibi monsters#albino freaks#resident evil
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My Medizard in an altered Elsa’s dress. (He/she pronouns)
Idea by @strangeartistic
#tf2 freaks#freak fortress#tf2#Medizard#she’s actually albino but I’m having a concept crisis with her rn#Art
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VIOLENCE!
#bubby draw#art#digital art#oc#original character#creepy#freak#horror art#gross#girl#albino#original characters#original art
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travis matagot just -- the very concept of him unlocks something deep and feral in my brain, even aside from all the changeling stuff. an angel looked upon you once as a child and, after seeing every possible thread and pathway of the man you will grow into one day, said 'I see no sin here' even as its holy flames consumed your screaming parents and the town around you. that angel, having stumbled head over heels to earth after killing god, later deliberately loses their name to you in a card game so the eyes of heaven can't find them. you and the angel have proceeded to annoy the everloving FUCK out of each other for centuries because you just keep. bumping. into each other!!!! through the power of like Narrative and also simply being two of the only people who've even been around that long. you've kept their name for them this whole time and never breathed a word of it, even though they seemingly never even explained why they wanted to lose it in the first place. you've sworn to die together or not at all.
what if you met an eldritch horror as a child and then became their best (and most irritating) friend/life partner/frenemy/perpetual thorn in their side (affectionate). I'm obsessed with this idea of being divinely judged as unworthy of damnation so early in your life and having to have that in the back of your head forever even as your self-loathing and trauma start piling up over the centuries and you have done so many shitty things along the way. like. is he trying to prove them wrong. is that part of his whole thing about trying to escape the narrative. or is it to prove that 'no actually awful things happen to me because I'm awful, you got it wrong from the start (fuck you btw)' because at least that feels like a choice, like some kind of control to hold on to? what is going on here travis. what the fuck
#skyjacks#campaign skyjacks#travis matagot#gable skyjacks#trable#like mostly in a. narrative/thematic sense?? because both the bickering everyday dynamic and the uh Cosmic scale ones...#sets my head spinning honestly. what the hell#I'm catching up with this podcast and spoiler warning: it's still excellent#just how easily travis accepted that gable was the angel that destroyed his hometown (including his parents) is so funny and so sweet to me#he was just like 'eh. more than enough water under that bridge to wash that one clean tbh#I am also a huge albino turkey for this hugely emotional conversation btw'#and he's equally blasé about finding out gable like. caused the partial end of the world.#the only time he freaks the FUCk out is when he finds out they lied about having figured out how to die so he got to leave first#skyjacks spoilers#anyway listen to campaign skyjacks it is extremely good and travis actually is Like This all the time#he's a jaded depressed old man in the body of a trickster twink. one of the ideal character archetypes tbh
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WHITE WOMAN JUMPSCARE
She means everything to me
#an angel of death...#rain world#rain world vulture#her ID is 2665 btw#yes I know I'm freeezing to death in that picture but it's worth it for white woman#i named her karin#<= Pictured here: Fishlung freaking out over an albino vulture he saw on expedition
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Steve: I would never hurt you, Darren!! :(
Also Steve no less than two seconds later:
#Steve is a mf albino Chihuahua disguised as a human#cirque du freak#book blogging 2k24#shitty text post 2k24
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as an artist. I love your crooked teeth. I love your big nose. I love your big bushy eyebrows and acne and uneven eyes and I love your moles and back fat and thick ankles and I love your short fingers and big smile and big ears and I love your wide shoulders and thin hips I love your big tummies and small tummies and
#It just makes people SO much more fun to draw when they have a feature society deems unattractive#like my favorite person to draw ever is my albino friend because she looks SO FREAKING COOL
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-* Birdie Morell *- The Pink-Eyed Beauty carte de visite, 4 x 2.5 inches, circa 1884 photographer: Chas. Eisenmann, 229 Bowery, New York
Due to their strange appearance, albinos were frequently featured in the sideshow. This young albino girl sits with a book in her lap and upon something that looks like a haystack, or perhaps a faux grassy hillock. This must have been taken during one of Charles Eisenmann’s pastoral phases. This same prop appears in other photographs taken by Eisenmann around 1884 — where it usually appears on the floor in an attempt at a rustic motif — so that is my best guess as to the date of this portrait.
via missioncreep
see also — Portraits of Albino Circus Performers
#albino#albinism#1884#carte de visite#antique photography#sideshow#freak show#birdie morell#pink-eyed beauty#freak#oddities#natural prodigy#vintage#antique#victorian
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reblog and say in the tags what kind of animal you would keep as a pet (ethically and legally--no tigers or slow loris or whatever) if you had unlimited money and capacity to care for it. mine is a Burmese python they're so huge and cute
#nerd alert#one time in second grade we went to this farm and they had an albino burmese python that was sooo big#and they called up 10 kids from the class and draped it across their shoulders#my friend kenny was at the end where its head was and it kept kinda moving around to face him and sniff him w its lil tongue#and he looked SO freaked out lmao. meanwhile the handler just kept kinda adjusting the snake on his shoulder as they talked nbd
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silas being mostly feral & living out in the woods as a dog-boy wolf means that, when u see him in his human form, there’s a high chance that he’s naked and covered in blood <3
#( tell me to stop posting ; ooc. )#he definitely looks like a lil freak if anyone ever does#catch a glance of him in human form because he’s this 6 ft albino#but he’s also naked and covered in blood and has the same energy as a skittish feral cat ??#but I also desperately want threads with people encountering him as a human#whether it’s him freshly human or not — because he’s always so skittish and also struggles to talk too so 😌
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You know know how I had the headcannon that Miru and Kaku were 30% albino King Penguins?? YEAH NO:
This, this is what they are
#CHUKAR PARTRIDGES CAN BE ALIBINO AND NO ONE TOLD ME??#WHAT???#Ryuuji 100% used Shuu's DNA to create the twins with destroyed Christmas decorations#because he isn't gonna mess with his own DNA#fuck that#the twins are albinos because of you know#their hybrid creatures with Christmas genetics so their fur is white as snow and as white as santas beard#I am literally freaking out#hatoful boyfriend#Miru and Kaku#headcannon#this is the best thing ever#thanks google#this is can also be why the other characters think they look like doves#cause partridges look like doves or whatever#idk#let me have this#anyway frowerss will go now#it's almost 11 and I need sleep#this is what my half alseep brain thinks about btw#sorry about the picture with the link#it was literally the first good picture there was#how did I forget that tag?
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gojo is back gojo is back gojo is back
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One year of art progress, one year of character development. I had drawn the first one in december as a christmas themed icon, but wanted to redraw it to reflect not just the progression of Shavrack as a person, but also to see how my art style has changed. I’ll probably do a silly one as well later on, because they have very different vibes.
Biggest difference? Shav actually has a love interest now, even if they’re extremely in denial about their feelings. They also are learning to stand up for themselves, and have more confidence in who they are vs who other people want them to be (even if ‘who they are’ involves acknowledging where they come from and their avoidance of tense situations that involve a lot of yelling). They don’t bother with trying to look ‘pleasing’ to others and are very much in their “homeless man” phase.
Art style wise, I feel like I’ve improved a lot, but this is definitely not my best work, especially recently, but I wanted to finish the redraw before moving onto anything else. I’ve got a big project I’m trying to finish that I’m very proud of, but I needed a break before I burned myself out on it.
#my art#not gonna tag this much cause it's not my favorite but i love this little albino crime disaster#they stood up against the person they idolized because their love interest did something *really* bad that requires a lot of context#so i wont go into details#but shavrack has looked up to the person since they were young and is absolutely fascinated that he considers them a friend#but hey man don't arrest her for something you know is something she didn't have much of a choice in the matter (because of bbeg reasons)#shavrack is very much an idiot when it comes to love though and i had asked for it to be slow so last session's cheek kiss was the biggest#leap of affection between the two#It's hilarious though because said love interest is another PC's twin sister and said PC wasn't there for the crying and how they ended up#with the love interest falling asleep on them after they both cried for almost an hour and they didn't want to disturb her#so the player walked in. sat down. heard only the morning after. had a bit of a freak out about them going at it before one of the funniest#moments happened. The night had a lot of feelings. Oh? What kind? Crying. Oh... was the conversation between Shav and the other PC#shavrack brorn
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What normal and well-adjusted looking young folks, surely their families are just as typical!
#YOU GUAVE HIM A GLASS EYE????????? MARS#FUCK THEM KIDS#I LOVE THIS DEVIOUS ALBINO AND HER GINGER FREAK COUSIN#the white streak in franks hair. the subtle shine on lucys outfit.#'fuck them kids' - mortimer brewster
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Okay Ao'nung falls in love with Sully na'vi fem Reader who is albino and doesn't know why but catches himself staring at them at every chance he gets because he's never seen anyone like her before and his friends say something rude but he shuts that down quickly and is immediately trying to court her and Reader is surprised because no one at her old village showed an interest in her (she's the oldest Sully kid) and he's genuinely surprised because who wouldn't want to court someone so gorgeous (I haven't seen any fics of albino na'vi reader) fluffy ending!
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summary: you never received much romantic attention in your clan, so the least you expected was the son of the metkayina to get violent for you.
contents: 1.7k words, fem!sullyreader, swearing, fighting, bullying, wee bit of angst, fluffy ending
authors note: thankyou for always interacting bae i love u and this req. hopefully it is good <3 i lowkey struggled lmao. ALSO this photo of him woof woof
You were different. You knew that. Everyone around you knew that. Your skin was pale, derived of the usual blue, eyes, and hair so light that it glimmered in the sunlight. A sight to behold, ‘Eywa knew the world needed your light.’ As your father said.
You were the first one of your people to look like this. Mo’at assumed it was because your father was born of the sky-people, but it was just an appearance level change, you were the same as everyone else in the inside, so people treated you as such.
You were treated just like everyone, never excluded, ridiculed, or made fun of. Well, who would do that to the daughter of Toruk Makto. Though, you noticed as you got older that the Omaticaya men never looked at you the way they would look at your friends, no googly eyes were sent your way or efforts of courtship. No late night walks or little gifts. Your love life was barren, no sprout or seedling of love budding in sight.
So, when your family up and left your home, everything you ever knew. You expected one thing to be the same. That there would be no mate waiting for you in your new home, just as there wasn’t one in your old home.
Ao’nung noticed the commotion that was emerging at the shores of his village, the sounds of horns blaring as the hunters started to come in from the sea. His curiosity bested him as his body moved unconsciously to investigate. Only to be met with the Toruk Makto and his family begging for refuge.
Their skin was a darker blue, figures lean and tails small and weak. What would they bring here that would benefit the clan at all? He thought to himself, they were weak, useless.
He focused on the intense conversation between the pairs of parents. Tension so strong it could have been pierced with a spear. But a spear didn’t break the tension surrounding Ao’nung. No. It was him catching sight of you.
It was like his body went into shock, a current running through him from head to toe. His brain felt as if it was buzzing, the only thought was of you. His father told him once about this feeling he got when he first saw his mother. Was this the feeling? Was the feeling meant to be towards a forest freak?
You were so different. Different to his people, different to your people. You were truly a sight to behold. Like a beautiful pearl, that was hiding amongst the depths of blue coral. He felt his world shatter as he saw you, your beauty was truly memorizing. It didn’t matter if your arms and tail were weak, he needed to get to know you.
You had been at the village for a month or so now. It was nothing like home, the sand felt weird on your feet, the water was never the same temperature, and the people never stopped staring. Something you missed so dearly from home is even if you were different, you were still Omaticaya. Here you weren’t Metkayina, you barely looked Na’vi to them. So all it ended in was occasion ridicule from the teenage boys when your younger brothers weren’t around to protect you.
Though in the time you had been here. You had grown closer to the chief’s son, Ao’nung. He made it a commitment to talk to you every day, whether it was small talk, or a late night walk. You couldn’t tell when you started to develop feelings for him. You assumed you only did because he was the first person who ever showed you the courtesy of manners, even if he was hostile to your brothers. He became someone who you could be with, to protect yourself from the teenage ridicule.
In your month, you had found yourself a favourite spot to sit and look at the waves. Resting yourself against a tall tree, bark itchy against your soft back as you dig your toes into the sand below you. Still trying to get used to the odd texture. It was somewhat peaceful, the sound of the waves. Not as calming as the sounds of rain in the forest, pitter pattering on the leaves. But it was still peaceful.
However, it was short-lived. The sounds of waves being crushed by the sounds of quiet mutterings behind you.
“Is she sick? She isn’t even the same as her family of freaks?”
“She reflects in the sun dude! That’s so fucked up.”
“She’s barely Na’vi she’s basically a vvrtep” The statements were followed with a couple of quiet chuckles. You wondered if they knew you could hear them. They probably relished in it honestly.
Though you tried to not let the comments get to you, they pained you to hear. It hurt to hear such degradation. Pushing the tears back until the suffocated you, is what it felt like to act tough in front of them.
But the quiet mutters and chuckles suddenly turned into loud thumps and yells as commotion started to brew behind you.
“Y’know what’s fucked up? Your face after I beat you shitless.” Scurrying from your spot you watched the fight in front of you. There was Ao’nung, riled up and furious, beating his friends face in after he mocked you.
“Brother what is wrong with you?!” His friend hysterically questioned as he fought off Ao’nung’s fists, getting one punch straight to the Ao’nung’s nose.
“You do not speak of her like that.” Ao’nung was seething, his words coming out as a hiss spitting in his friend’s face. As he was now being held back by his other friend, fists drenched in the blood of his ‘friend.’
“Oh, fuck me! Bit hypocritical you skxwang! Did her skin blind you and make you go insane?!” Ao’nung hissed in his face, spitting blood at him.
You were watching in horror. The bloody mess of these men was almost nauseating to look at as you realised this was because of you. The feeling of dread overcame you as your clouded mind drowned out their boisterous yelling. You held onto the fabric of your shirt, fiddling with the beads as you stared towards the men, not focused on anything but a overwhelming feeling of guilt.
“If you like that freak so much, why don’t you go and talk to her. She must be so charmed by you beating the shit out of me Ao’nung.” Leaving Ao’nung in a huff his friends bashed shoulders as they walked past him back to the village to get help.
Ao’nung was now only focused on the way your body awkwardly swayed as you stared towards him. Truthfully, he came over to talk to you. He wanted to gift you this bracelet he had hand woven with a small pearl intertwined in the rope, so he could say it was beautiful and reminded him of you. Yet he feels as if he had messed up any chance he had of being flirtatious with you, after he is covered in the blood of a friend.
“Ao’nung.” It was a meek whisper, it scratched as it came out of your throat. Not able to create eye-contact with him. His stare still being too intimidating, the way it made your heart flutter.
“Yes.” He breathed it out, as if he had just exhaled a breath after being under water for hours. His voice begging for you to look up at him.
“Are you alright?” Gaining the courage to look up at his bruised face you wince. His nose was bleeding as his lip was slightly split. His friend can obviously punch.
“I’m fine Y/N.” He smiled down at you, looking at the way your eyes poured out concern the more you assessed his injuries.
“You are stupid. Let them talk. You talk just like them.” Tone harsh as if you were scolding a child. In response, he sulked like a child pouting his lips.
“They were being rude. I can’t let people talk about the one I admire like that. It’s not what a good mate would do.” As he let out his last sentence he fiddled with the bracelet he knotted around his loincloth, so he didn’t lose it.
You were puzzled. Good mate? Was he interested in you? Were his efforts romantic not just the obscure kindness?
“What do mean by that Ao’nung?” Your eyes followed his hand as he placed the bracelet in your hands. His fingertips were rough, they felt as if they were burning, setting your heart ablaze as he gazed at you.
“I’ve always thought pearls were beautiful, just like you.” He was never this nervous, the cocky smirk he usually adorned was wiped off his face as he nervously awaited your response.
“I’m not beautiful Ao’nung we both know that.” He shook his head as he continued to tie the bracelet around your wrist, making sure to linger his fingers on your skin as often as he could.
“You are the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen, you are more gorgeous than any woman in this village.” He was holding onto your hands as if you’d fly away if he let go.
“No one’s ever said that to me before.” Ao’nung was bewildered, it was shocking to him. But he tried to not let his shock ruin the intense stare he was giving you, trying to convey the most sincerity as possible.
“Then I’ll happily be the first. And I’ll be the one calling you beautiful forever, if you accept my courting gift.” He waited eagerly for your response, it felt as if time was dragging along. His heart constricting the longer you were silent.
“Of course, I do. The bracelet is as stunning as you, how could I reject the man who stood up to be against his friends.”
“Yeah you’d have to be pretty stupid.” You scowled and gave him a playful pinch. “Ow! Y/N!”
“You ruined the moment!”
“I’ll ruin the moment more by kissing you with my bloody face!” You squealed in disgust as you shook your head.
“Absolutely not. Come with me, I’ll clean you up.” He followed you swiftly, making sure to intertwine his fingers in with yours.
“Yes ma’am.”
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I also got emotional reading the 3 panels of Sukuna and Uraume😭
The thing is, Uraume was most likely born as albino. In Heian Era there's a term they call albinos "cursed child". Pretty much anything abnormal was treated like a monster in that Era.
Sukuna must of took them in because he saw himself in them. They both must of had the same hate towards the world hence choosing the revenge path.
There's a whole theory Japanese Fandom made that Sukuna was under Tengen at one point and dropped off as the "fallen one". (Tengen even put Sukuna's corpse in honorable way because she felt sorry or to reduce her sin for not able to stop Sukuna).
Maybe that other path he was mentioning was staying under Tengen.
If only they were born in a world where they were accepted, they would of lived in peace.
Imma go cry in the corner now😭
Exactly this 😭😭 The world around them hated them just for the way they were born. Those "freak children" like Sukuna and Uraume never had a chance because they were seen as something evil. It makes me want to love Sukuna so much and show him that he is someone who deserves love and kindness, too 😭
What I thought when I saw the woman on the other path was that maybe there was actually someone in Sukuna's past who loved him and who offered him a happy life by her side, but Sukuna turned her down because he thought his curse would only hurt her and himself, and therefore he chose the path of solitude and revenge 😭😭
It breaks my heart so much that Sukuna was treated like this by the world and that everyone painted him as the heartless monster and the villain when he was a victim, too. If people had been accepting of him despite the circumstances of his birth + the way he looked/the power he had, Sukuna could have had another life, that could have been peaceful and happy.
It's just like Yuuji said to him. Yuuji was born with the same "curse" inside him, but he had his grandpa who loved him and guided him, and therefore, Yuuji didn't become a monster. But Sukuna didn't have that person when he was a child. And later on, even if someone reached out, it was already too late because Sukuna wasn't able anymore to imagine that someone like him could have a good life.
I am so grateful that in the end, Yuuji treated Sukuna with love and kindness. Sukuna died being loved and accepted by someone and it really managed to change him 😭
Yuuji taught Sukuna love and broke the cycle with that. Now, the next time Sukuna comes back, he will not be the villain anymore but choose the other path and will have a chance to live a peaceful and happy life 😭 Oh I will cry about this for days 😭
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