#maybe I’ll revisit it someday

[not-a-heretic]

here, i’m gonna give you guys a scrap from april because i haven’t posted in a minute

[psychotropicruby]

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Inktober 2019: Legend

So this was based on an story idea I had. A world where everyone is born a with a guardian. There are billions of guardians assigned at random and are often repeated throughout history. There are common guardians where most people have one and often represent what the person might be destined to do, and then the rare guardians who only show up during different eras or when they are needed. One of these guardians is the guardian of chaos and change, he emerges when the world is about to experience an extreme chaotic time or a change is needed in the world. Then there’s it’s opposite the guardian of order and perseveration. She appears when the world needs to be fixed and saved. It is said that if both appear at the same time, the human’s they are bound too will be destined to either fight or work together for the fate of the world. But over the years the guardian of chaos was seen as evil, having appeared during the worst of times of history. However looking closer he also appeared during grand eras of discovery, but so did she. They believe he is evil and she is good, but neither are evil or good by themself, it’s the human the protect who determines whether the outcome is bad or good.

Anyway, the two young girls got these guardians and are protected by them, the one with the guardian of order is praised and beloved, solely because of her guardian, and the other girl with the guardian of chaos is seen as an omen, causing her to be ignored and bullied by her classmates and the other girl.

That’s really as far as I got with the story idea but the whole thing is supposed to be a “don’t judge others. Judge them on their actions, not with what they were born with” sort of story.

[draconicdeityarts]

wheeeeeeeee :DD

[ichabodcranemills]

I was rereading old transcripts because I had a theory that I don’t actually believe in anymore (fact checking will do that to you), and it’s insane. I genuinely liked Edgar for a second there. What happened?? One would think I would’ve liked him more once we learned he was so fucked up, but I just care less and less about him by the second. It’s so crazy.

[avvidstarion]

Sasha from my brain my beloved and beloathed

[quietnade]

Is it really over?

So… is it really over? I’ve been asking myself that question a lot lately. Liam’s passing has left a mark on me that will never truly fade. I know this stab at my heart will take years, maybe even a lifetime, to heal. I tried to gather my thoughts and find a little comfort by writing the following down, and I hope you’ll find some comfort in it too.

🩷 The boys may no longer make music together, but does that mean the impact they made on us is gone? Of course not. The connection we have with their music and the memories we made will always be part of the “story of our lives.” Instead of seeing it as the end, let’s think of it as moving into a new era. We’ve grown, the boys have grown, and our love for them has grown in new ways too.

🩷 Yes, it’s true that the years won’t come back, but we can revisit them anytime through their music and memories.

🩷 We can immerse ourselves in the nostalgia without guilt. Maybe we’ll rewatch This Is Us, scroll through Tumblr pages, watch their video diaries, fan edits, or interviews.

🩷 One Direction wasn’t just another boy band, they were a feeling. They shaped an entire generation without even realizing it, while the boys were just having fun. In many ways, they taught us how to laugh, dream, and connect with a community. That energy is larger than life and still lives in us.

🩷 We can always celebrate their anniversaries. The boys’ birthdays, their X Factor debut, album releases, and in doing so, we’ll always feel how big a part of our lives they still are.

🩷 We can treat the boys’ solo careers as a new chapter in their One Direction story. Their voices and essence are still present in each of their solo projects. The boys are living happy lives, still living the dream they worked so hard for, and we’re happy for them with all our hearts.

🩷 This fandom will always be a part of us. The joy, hope, and excitement we felt as Directioners shaped who we are today, and that part of us is never gone, it never will be.

🩷 Not everyone gets to experience something as powerful as being part of a fandom like this. We’ve been part of something magical, and we’ll always wear it as a badge of honor, a kind of talisman of comfort, joy, warmth, and hope.

🩷 Yes, we love the boys, and yes, they were a huge part of our lives. But we have to remember that life goes on and we have to participate in it, finding new joys and interests. Our love for them doesn’t have to fade just because life moves on.

🩷 In our own little ways, we can make this world a better place, maybe for just one person, making their day slightly better than it could have been. Just like how Liam always tried to. Even the “little things,” small acts of kindness, can honor Liam’s legacy.

🩷 We can create art, write poetry, blogs, poetry, we can journal about how much One Direction meant to us growing up and how Liam’s passing has stirred these emotions.

🩷 Embracing our fangirl or fanboy side unapologetically is another way to honor them. We can dive back into our passionate ways of fangirling while connecting with other Directioners in spaces like this. Without judgment, we can share how we feel in these little 1D communities. We can even contribute to fan projects to deepen our connection with this wholesome fandom.

🩷 Personally, I wrote a letter to Liam in my journal, talking about how much I love him. I even confessed how guilty I felt for not following his solo career as closely as I could have. I’ll always carry Liam’s memory with me.

🩷 Instead of “holding on to heartbreak,” we can hold on to hope. Maybe the boys will reunite someday, but even if they don’t, we need to remember that, every time we listen to their songs, relive old memories, or talk to another Directioner, they really ARE reunited, in our eternally Directioner hearts. 💙💚❤️💛🤍

[pukad0n]

TESTAMENT FUCKING TUESDAYYYY

hi. first ever itabag.

i guess technically first FINISHED itabag. i attempted a beerus one years ago but could not find enough merch to fill it at the time so that was kind of a wash. maybe i’ll revisit it someday. you don’t necessarily need to fill an itabag to the brim for it to be good/complete i just personally enjoy the insane cluttered kind of look. this bag is a lot smaller so it required less things to achieve that.

i will probably add some more stuff to the Outside of the bag at some point (like plushie/fabric keychains or what have you. thinking about getting one of those decoden toploaders to put one of my weiss schwarz cards in?) but i think i can say it’s mostly Done :)

unfortunately i was not able to fit every testament keychain i have inside the bag. i wanted it to be full but i also wanted to make sure nothing got too obscured by the mess. i want every lovely face fully visible.

i tried very hard, but after several hours, several rearrangements, and stabbing myself with safety pins at least 3 times, i still wasn’t happy and i had to just throw in the towel.

i’m sorry tsun scoops testament. i really tried ;_;

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[roachazoa]

Doughie has incomprehensible rizz.

Today’s theme was AU/ Crossover, and I… just happened to have one of my old pieces lying around. I posted this on the Reverie discord, and I figured I could use this piece, so I touched it up a bit. It was nice to revisit!

I actually had other ideas for AUs, but my brain couldn’t really connect the dots for them. Maybe someday, or maybe not, I’ll figure them out.

It’s Reverie Doughie and OmariMari. This scene…. was just inspired by my odd sense of humor, and also the weapon description for the shovel (and the fact that they both have shovels.) One can only wonder what’s going through Mar’s head at this very moment. They are conversing about very Deep Things.

Old version.

[dedenneblogs]

quincy doodle world hc / analysis time— long post so beware!!!

Quincy gets attached to others really easily. It’s mostly because he’s so used to people abandoning him, whether that be his “friends’” fully chastising him or his father being absent and leaving massive shoes for him to fill.

So he pushes people who genuinely care about him, to an extent, like Portia and (maybe) Reginald away out of fear that the people he’s naturally made to be close to in life will one day abandon him like everyone else, so becomes distant and cruel because of that.

(on the topic, i say “to an extent” because Portia’s (unhealthy) attachment can very well be rooted in her own issues which i’ll get too someday because i love sharing my crazy thoughts and Reginald could very well just been being playing butler for pay, unless his and Quincy’s history goes back further who knows though we haven’t seen the guy since the first key)

Because of this, when he’s placed into a situation where he’s forced to gain independence (after Reginald is teleported to DoodleCo City and his private jet is destroyed) he grows the closest he’s ever been to anyone in his entire life: Player, Suzie, and TJ.

Since he lets his true colors shine (which is first seen near the end of the Book key arc when he finds solace in healing your Doodles), he forms this attachment where he always feels like he has to give back to others to make them stay (the already mentioned healing, the Miracle key arc (which i’ll get to), plus really wanting to help you out in the future while you’re rescuing Suzie).

This could also tie back to his background as the son of Charles. The bullying he endures is obviously rooted in him being “DoodleCo Jr.,” so he tries to defy this image of a spoiled brat when he’s surrounded by people (you and your friends) who see him as a person.

Then again, the Miracle Key arc shows him join forces with DoodleCo again. I see this as him falling back into old habits when he was reliant off the company’s luxuries, but it seems he only joins their “side” because of TJ doing so first; if TJ hadn’t done so, it’s very likely he would’ve stuck by our side.

So I see his decision based either one of these two factors or both:

1. Quincy understands how TJ must feel. He knows what it’s like to be perceived as something you’re not (universal anomaly; spoiled brat). Not to mention it’s eluded to in game of the twos’ character arcs ironically paralleling one another (Quincy starts as a rude only to become kinder at the same time TJ to become more rude, their worst attitudes both based in the expectations placed onto them).

(it’s also funny and weirdly poetic to think the person who is causing TJ’s torment and thus behavior would very well be a Quincy from the future / alternative timeline, Zavier)

This is why Quincy sticks by TJ’s side during the Miracle key arc and why it probably stung even more to feel like he lost him after he departed from the group and devolved into a worse person. And if this continues, we could see TJ become more horrid then Quincy was at the beginning of the game, which would be REALLY interesting to see.

2. That being said, another factor that could’ve influenced Quincy could possibly be him having a crush on TJ (ok listen).

The Frigid key arc shows TJ calling out your friend group for someone having a “crush” on someone. Now, if I’m being honest, this is probably referring to Quincy and Suzie, who very well could be endgame based off their bond strengthening PLUS helping Quincy get over his issues of abandonment, which is a theme that’s revisited at the beginning of this arc through Quincy falling back into old attitudes in the aftermath of TJ leaving.

However, from the perspective of those in favor of what seems to DW’s most popular ship (look on AO3, it’s yaoi slop central there), it’s possible this mysterious pairing is Quincy and TJ. Quincy claims that TJ is his best friend, and would add onto reason for him joining him during the Oasis key arc and could further tie into his need of helping others.

That being said, I see as being unlikely. If this pairing is to exist in any form, I’d see it more as being one-sided on Quincy’s behalf, giving so much of himself for TJ but never reciprocating anything from TJ (ah… toxic yaoi— checkmate Quilt shippers /j).

BUT YEAH uh that was a lot lollllll

(thank you @taruth3mighty for influencing me to vomit my doodle world thoughts)

[carawenfiction]

Will we have an update soon?

Tumblr won't let me make normal posts for some reason, so the update will have to be in form of an answer to this ask smh. Anyway:

Hey everyone!

This post is long overdue, I know. I’m really sorry to those who have been worried about my wellbeing, as well as those who have been waiting around for an update for so long.

I’ve put off writing here because this “update” is something I’ve been wrestling with for a long time. But I can’t keep going back and forth on it forever, which is why I’m now letting you all know that the Shadow Society is officially discontinued.

I know that this might not come as much of a surprise to anyone at this point. I’ve tried to salvage the story by remaking it into something I’m happy with through a rewrite. But I’ve rewritten the rewrite itself more than once, and no matter what I do, I’m just not happy with the result. Rewriting something that’s already published with all the coding it involves is a lot more tricky than I initially thought it would be.

This is not a case of me being needlessly harsh on myself, however; it’s simply a truth I’ve come to realize after struggling to find a way to keep going with the story. I’ll never be fully content with it, or even content enough, unless I’d be able to completely remake and rewrite everything from scratch – and consequentially, I will never find enough motivation to continue because of how unhappy I am with it.

I’ve seen some speculation about my reason for rewriting the story and my long absence, and that they’ve had to do with comparisons to other IFs (well, you know which one). This isn’t entirely the case. While the comparisons did happen and probably still do, and while they were discouraging in the beginning, I can definitely understand where people have been coming from when making them. I talked about this more in-depth in the forums right after the release of TSS.

The main reason for why I can’t continue is that it’s not a series I feel passionate enough about to work on. My tastes have changed, and so has my writing to some degree. I’ve tried to convince myself that I am passionate about it. It’s hard to admit that you’re not when it’s been in your head for so long, when you’ve tried for so long to make this work and when you know that one part is published and that some people are anticipating a continuation. But it had to be done sooner or later.

Other reasons:

-While I don’t think that my writing style has changed drastically, I feel like it is somewhat different from how I wrote back in 2018 (which is a GOOD thing). Whenever I tried working on the rewrite or second book and attempted to emulate the writing of TSS, it just didn’t sound right anymore, and that took a lot of fun out of it.

-With everything that has happened with CoG over the past few years, they are no longer a company I want to write for.

Please know that none of this has discouraged me from writing in general. I still love doing it. If anything, this has taught me a lot about what I actually want to write and the writing process in general. Whether I end up publishing anything else in the future or will simply do so for my own enjoyment we’ll just have to see, though.

I still have the idea of a shadow-like world in my head, and maybe it’s one I will revisit at some point. Maybe there will be another version of TSS someday, albeit very different from the original one.

But for now, I can only thank you all for the overwhelming love and support over the years, and apologize for any disappointment this has caused. If people are interested, I’d be happy to share parts of the rewrite and unused ideas. The Tumblr page will still stay up at least for some time, but I will probably not be answering any asks from here on out.

EDIT: Forgot to add, but if anyone wants a genuinely amazing IF read you should check out my friend's wip here: https://uroboros-if.tumblr.com/ ❤️ Play the demo here: https://mistyriousness.itch.io/uroboros

[mk-chimera]

The Horned Man

Part 6

Part 5 | Part 7

Series: 2nd person, extra-canon stories

CW: explicit, male satyr x female reader, bondage, masturbation, premature ejaculation, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial (lite), overstim

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You run your fingers through his soft bronze curls. His hair is nearly long enough to brush his shoulders, and you wonder if his hair has grown since his imprisonment- or if his mistress’s curse took that into consideration, too.

“It really is too bad you’re not better positioned to return the attention,” you tell him.

He whines, and you feel the vibration of it against your hand. “Trust me,” he says, “no one regrets that more than me.”

You think you probably have him tied on that one. “Maybe I’ll get creative with the furniture later,” you say, and kiss his neck.

He groans as you lean into him, his cock hard against your belly. You feel him flex his hips once, desperate for any friction.

“Maybe it’s my turn to ask questions,” he says. “Am I the first fae you’ve ever been with?”

You laugh. “No,” you admit, nipping at his ear.

“Figured,” he says, closing his eyes as you kiss his throat. “With the number that pass through here I’d be surprised if I was. And what a waste it would be, too.”

“I had to be sneakier about it when more people lived here,” you say. “But it’s just me right now. No one’s gonna notice if I sneak a guy with horns into my room. Or go out and have an orgy with a group of strangers around a bonfire on the Solstice. You’re the first, ah, captive partner I’ve had, though.”

He grins. “I suppose that means I won’t blend with your memories of the other satyrs, at least.”

You take his swollen cock in your hand and rest your head against his chest so you can watch as you give him one long, deliberate stroke. He moans into your hair.

“I will definitely remember you,” you assure him. “Unless Nyx decides to make merging people with my furniture an ongoing method of punishment for her caravan, this will be a very unique memory.”

And one you have a feeling you’ll find yourself revisiting often when you’re alone.

“Not here, at any rate,” he said. “At the Manor, all bets are off.” He giggles. “Unless you ask Nyx nicely, maybe.”

You stroke him slowly. “Maybe I’ll get to visit the Manor someday,” you muse. “Sounds like fun.”

“There’s a reason I moved there,” he says.

“Do you really just do this all day?” You tighten your hold on his cock and stroke him a little faster. “Surely that gets boring, too.”

“That’s the beauty of the Manor,” he says breathlessly. “There’s always something new, every night and every day. And sometimes not coming can be almost more exciting than the real thing when you’re used to getting off easy.”

You stop stroking him suddenly and grip the base of his cock, pressing downward and eliciting a whimper and a shudder from him. “Interesting,” you say. “Tell me more.”

He laughs, kisses your hair, and does as you ask. His cock throbs untouched between the two of you as he begins to tell you a story.

He tells you about a spell Nyx puts on fae who ask for it that increases pleasure but prevents orgasm, typically for a stretch of a few hours. He describes a whole group of fae pleasuring themselves with the one under the spell, pulling edge after edge out of their desperate body as the others came again and again. While he talks you stroke him on and off, just enough to tease.

He tells you what it was like to be with someone under the spell, the desperate way they fucked you and writhed and begged. He tells you what it was like to be under the spell himself- the way that time lost all meaning and all sensations blended together, endlessly wonderful and endlessly frustrating, until Nyx ended the spell at the agreed upon time and gave him one of the longest and most intense orgasms of his life.

You can feel him getting more and more aroused as he talks, and when you give him two gentle strokes he gasps and comes a few seconds after you’ve let go, accidentally ruining his own orgasm. He gasps and swears, his whole body trembling; then he gives a breathless little chuckle. “I really have lost all of my stamina in the last few months,” he says ruefully. “This is honestly a bit embarrassing.”

You’re so turned on you can’t think straight enough to answer. You stroke his cock with one hand and rub yourself with the other, the relief of the contact sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine even through a layer of clothing.

“Keep going,” he says. “Can I come for real?”

Goosebumps break out across your skin. “Is it up to me?”

He shivers. “Yes,” he says, his amber eyes huge. “Please make me come.”

“Maybe I should make myself come first,” you say, kissing his jaw.

“You should move some of the furniture around,” he says in response. “Think about how much harder you’d come if I was inside you.”

“I don’t know,” you tease. “I think you might come the second you were fully buried inside of me, and I’d be back where I started.”

You feel him shiver again. “Doesn’t matter,” he says. “I can keep going. I can come five times and still keep going until my partner is done.”

“Won’t you get too sensitive?”

He sucks against your throat; you’ll have a bruise on the spot in the morning. “It fades,” he says. “And the pleasure returns.”

“I’m really starting to understand the satyrs’ notoriety,” you tell him. “If I had a wife and my rival could fuck her like that, I’d lie about them being evil degenerates too.”

“If your men had any sense they’d just invite us to join them,” he says with a grin. “Let me give you and your wife the night of your lives at the same time.”

“A very convincing sales pitch, but I’m biased,” you say. That’s an understatement. You’re soaking wet and the sensation of his warm, hard cock in your hand has your body clenching instinctively, desperate to feel him inside of you.

You have an idea. Stepping away for a second, grab a stool your seen between the boxes and set it in front of him. You shed your underwear before you step up onto the stool.

It’s too short to do much and the angle is wrong to fit him inside you, but you can slip his cock down and rub yourself against his shaft. You both cry out from the desperately needed contact.

“Fuck,” he says. “Tara— fuck, I won’t—”

“I don’t care,” you say, kissing his jaw. “Just don’t stop.”

He obeys. He thrusts against you as much as he can to meet your movements. You can tell it isn’t enough, that his restrained movements and the downward angle are driving him mad. You squeeze your thighs together to help him and to free up both of your hands so that you can stroke his chest while you grab his hair and kiss him roughly.

He whimpers and stiffens; you feel him come, feel it drip down your thighs. He groans against your lips- but he keeps going just like you asked.

You tighten your grip on his hair as your orgasm approaches, the sensation of his slick cock sliding against you clit too much to resist. You stifle your moans against his shoulder as you fall over the edge. It’s a struggle to stay upright, and you hold onto him with trembling arms as your legs become untrustworthy.

He bites your neck as he comes again- not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get another startled moan out of you. More come spurts against your thighs.

You begin to pull away once he’s done- you need to clean off, and you also need to sit down for a moment. He whines.

“Just a second,” you say with a breathless laugh. “Don’t be greedy.”

You clean up and fix your clothes quickly. Then you move the chair closer to him so you can sit while you reach for his cock again. You know he’ll stay hard if you keep going, whimpering from a combination of overstimulation and pleasure for a minute or two until his body recovers. That’s what happens now- letting out moans of pleasure and gasps of overstimulation, he alternatively thrusts against your hand and jumps when you touch a particularly sensitive spot.

“You sure you don’t want a break?” You tease him, keeping your strokes consistent but light— easing him past the sensitivity.

“Don’t stop,” he says, his eyes falling closed.

Feeling a little devious, you tease a finger over one particularly sensitive spot. His back arches, and you can’t tell if the sound he makes is one of pleasure or one of complaint. You pause your strokes to focus just on his frenulum, keeping your touch light but insistent.

“Fuck,” he says.

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

He groans through gritted teeth. “More,” he says.

You change your grip so that you are holding his cock in one hand with your thumb against his frenulum, intensifying the contact. He makes a sound that makes his pleasure with the change very clear.

You give him short, light strokes that mostly focus on the head of his cock, and as you do so you kiss the soft skin of his belly. You can feel his muscles tensing as he struggles towards release, and you find yourself wishing you could see him like this but free of the tree— writhing beneath you, his hands in your hair.

You move down and circle the head of his cock with your tongue. The noises he makes at that are heavenly. You move your hand downward and replace it with your mouth, tongue teasing relentlessly against his frenulum.

He comes with a sound that is nearly a sob, and you swallow it all. He bucks his hips against you and says, “Please don’t stop, please.”

You do as he asks.

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[part 6 of …]

[bigjumpervibes]

Bleach Anime Celebration 2023 - Day 3 - An Unlikely Duo / Poem / The High School Warfare

God the High School Warfare was such good content - I had to do the visored (I forgot Kensei had a design alreadyyyyyy ORL) in this style, some designs I’m more happy with than others so maybe I’ll revisit this someday 🤔

References in Below:

[tumbleosity]

Said goodbye to the clowny cow today! She got adopted! That leaves the little polar bear and all plushies with this pattern will have gotten homes!

Little black kitty lives with my friend. Maybe someday I’ll revisit this pattern

[novabjd]

Hi there! My name is Lunar.

I have been in the BJD hobby for decades, but I’ve spent the last eight years or so on hiatus. I don’t know if I fell out of love with the hobby or what, but I stopped playing with my dolls, and nothing was inspiring me, anymore.

That is, until I came across someone selling their Logan.Dolls Valentine on Facebook three days ago. I kept revisiting the listing, drawn to the sculpt. I kept on wondering what I would do with the doll if he was in my collection. And, all of a sudden, that spark that I’d been missing came back! I became hooked, and started to dream up a character. I started to look for owner photos, shop for eyes and clothes. I finally made an offer on the doll on the Marketplace, and as of three am this morning, my offer was accepted. I’m now paying for my new doll through layaway. I haven’t sent the first payment yet, since I don’t get paid until next Friday, but the intention is there: Valentine will be mine!

It’s been awhile since I’ve been on tumblr, but I am setting up camp here, since Logan.Dolls are banned on Den of Angels. I decided to start a new tumblr (instead of opening up my old one), because I wanted a fresh start for this collection of dolls. Right now, I’m thinking it’s only going to be the one doll, since he’s the only one who inspires me at this moment. But who knows, maybe I’ll get more dolls down the road.

As for the new doll, my Valentine is in blue resin (oooooo!), and will come with an OE and a dreamy faceplate, as well as some extra hands. He will have the masc chest and the femme hips, and his name will be Nova.

Nova is a fallen star, and a fortune teller! I spent forever looking for the perfect eyes for him on Etsy. I finally picked out a pair and am waiting for them to ship to me. I’m still deciding how I want to style his hair, but I know that it will be white. I can do faceups, but all of my art supplies are in storage, and I’m thinking that for this doll, I want to commission faceups and body blushing. I’m thinking of sending Nova to Angel Toast, an artist that I’ve always admired, and would like to own some of his work someday.

So that’s what I’m planning. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be reacquainting myself with dolly tumblr, shopping for clothes and wigs, and adding to this blog. Other people’s content, first, and then, some of my own once Nova and his stuff start to arrive.

See you all around! :)

[artaith-21]

Old art I kinda hate now. I have terrible color theory and I really struggled with how to finish this image. Some things I still like. Maybe I’ll revisit someday. The following text was written when it was originally uploaded in 2017 ( originally drawn in 2012 ):

“Hearts Entwined ( Bleed my Rust )”

‘Sweet is the curse of hearts entwined but lost, detached but bound

Sad is their fate without relief

Cruel is the curse of love, so luscious yet so dangerous

Sweet curse, our hell...'

~Revamp

'When we are dancing

I hear worlds, you're still fading

I feel safe, yet unsatisfied

Soaked in trance and disgrace

Take away the pain inflected on me

The hunger you're letting me feed

I bleed my rust on the roses

That once have chained us, me to you

Your dying love is a rose

I will bury somewhere close to you'

~Sonata Arctica

I can't look at this piece anymore. I originally drew it in 2012 over 5 years ago, and every year since I have been tweaking it and playing with it since because I thought it had potential but I could never quite get it right. So I think it's time to finally move on and just upload the point it has been completed to now.

This originally started out as an idea about insecurities, and I wanted to display characters that were outwardly tough and confident at their most vulnerable- 'unmasked' if you will. But it also addresses love and loss, personal conflict, and holding on to pasts and moving forward and letting go. Just about every person who has seen this already has come up with their own very unique, interesting interpretation of this piece and I thoroughly enjoy that and welcome it.

What does this piece mean to you? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Otherwise, ENJOY DANGLE DONGLES.

There, had to get my immature side out.