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IM BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH MY VIDEOS

This Is the follow up for Yellow Tulip, hope everyone enjoys It!

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“I’m being strangled by my own screams I was caught by my own mind I have so much inside my chest  but I can´t let it out”

Vent art

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This semester´s summary

Left: THERE´S NO TIME FOR ANYTHING!!!!

Right: Alright, I give in. How do you play? 

In University, you only have two moods. 

[th3okamid3mon]

I´m like a combination of Patton with Remus. I will either tell you terrible puns or will tell you a very stupid and gross thing my head comes up with or remember from a show. 

I´m a coin, flipping between something stupid and something awful!

PICK YOUR POISON! 

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INKTOBER DAY 24: Dizzy 

The concept I like to play with the most is "What would happen if my characters came to life?" Pretty sure we would do a lot of stupid stuff. Or maybe not, back when I come up with this I was still around 15 or 16, which is close to everyone’s ages here. Now that I’m 21, I would probably be their caretaker. I wouldn’t mind though, I think it would be fun. 

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HO LY S HIT OK OK OK

HERE¨S A VIDEO: How to dance like DAD

THIS IS 1/5 ASSIGNMENTS I HAD TO DO IN THIS SEMESTER, I HAD TO DO A DANCE TUTORIAL (WHICH I HATED BECAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO DANCE AND I FEEL STUPID DANCING BECAUSE...too much self deprecating and low self esteem ok?) 

AND THEN I TWITTED THIS TO DAD BECAUSE WELL! ITS A TRIBUTE/PARODY OF HIS CONTENT, HE WILL FIND IT FUNNY RIGHT?! I ALSO SAID I NEEDED 100 VIEWS! I WAS GONNA POST IT EVERYWHERE ANYWAY, AND I JUST WANTED A COMMENT LIKE: This is very funny OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, NOT: 

AND GUESS WHAT???

thaaaaaaaaaaaaank yoooou!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Sometimes i feel im broken

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BUT OF COURSE! EVERY WORK HAS SOME MISTAKES!

IN MY CASE I HAVE MANY

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 INKTOBER: DAYS 20-21

Day 20: Apples  DAY 21: Stitches, New and old sonas 

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I was kind of bored so i draw my ocs and I as if we were taking a photo

This is an art concept for one of my ideas 

My OCS and stories they come from: 

Valentine Aldehuela (UNLOCKED, kid with the purple shirt) Mizu Konsetsu (Team Up [Trabajo en equipo], girl in blue)  John Alejandro (NOTAS, guy with eyeliner or something) Trevor ¨Treecup¨ Midori (Three Guys, guy with green lines) 

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AAAH! SORRY I TOOK A WHILE TO ANSWER! @thomassandersstolemysoul

YES! IT WAS I, THE POTATO! uuuh. Ok, well story time i guess, i´ll treat this as if it was a story so (its kind of long):

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, manipulation, alcoholism, death (detailed, gruesome), panic attacks, murder (detailed), depression, anxiety. 

THE WHOLE PACKAGE! READY? 

BACKSTORY: 

Dollmaker used to be a human, she wasnt born a witch. She was born in the modern era, so the internet and such was her main source of information about certain things. 

Her home wasn´t the best; she had faced abuse during her childhood and it still was happening during her teenage years. Hopelessness and anger were her most identifying emotions. Dollmaker wanted to take her mind off of the abuse, find a way to cope and feel secure so she develop an interest in the obscure themes (from paranormal creatures to serial killers), magic and sewing. She would repair her own clothes instead of buying new ones because she was scared her parents would get mad at her and she would sew dolls from any material to keep her company. Talking to her dolls was common for her, it make her feel less alone. 

At school, she met someone older than her. They were really kind and sweet, they would always listen to Dollmaker and make her feel loved. She develop a crush and even though the friend didn´t like her back they remain friends. 

As time passed, Dollmaker became overbearing, manipulating her friend into staying with her and to only hang out with her. She feared they would go away and leave her alone, Dollmaker wanted to prevent that from happening at all cost. She wouldn´t let her friend vent when they needed too, she only cared about being listen and to feel loved. 

The friend became more and more depressed until they had enough. The friend decided to stop talking to Dollmaker, cutting every kind of contact with her until they could moved away. Dollmaker was completely distraught, every time she tried to contact her friend they wouldnt answer. They manage to move away and they left Dollmaker alone. She snapped; from all the abuse she was facing plus the loss of her only friend she was completely heartbroken. Sadness became anger and anger made her want to take revenge against everyone. 

She end up killing her family, the ones who hurt her first, then she piled up the corpses in a corner and leave them there to rot. Dollmaker used the blood to make a ritual for a curse she wanted to place on her friend. She also used one of her dolls, trying to make a voodoo type of curse by sewing clothes that could match her friend´s. 

When the ritual was finished she tried to sleep in her room. She was restless, her conscience was coming back with a full hit of remorse, the pain in her chest was unbearable. She knew she did wrong, so much wrong. And she couldn´t fix it. She tried to convince herself it was fine, everything was fine but she couldn´t.

Dollmaker went to the kitchen to search for alcohol, one thing she also develop was alcoholism, always drinking enough to make the pain and the thoughts to quiet down, at least for a bit. She couldn´t find any, her dad probably drink it all. She was trying to calm herself but it was impossible, so she decided to grab money from her mother´s purse and walk out of her home towards a mini store in the end of the street. The darkness made it impossible to identify whether she had a really deep red shirt or a covered in blood shirt. Once in the store, her clothes were a bit more visible but it was a bad light. Besides, the only person there wasn´t paying attention to her. She hold on a couple bottles of vodka and head to the counter. When the person looked at her, they were really concern. Dollmaker tried to push the money and hold the drinks to go out but the person grabbed her hand and when they felt something wet they let go, letting her slip out of the store and run. 

She ran all the street, trying to get home. Since she was looking forward and the sounds around her were muffling due to starting to feel overwhelm and anxious, she didnt notice how a car was coming really fast from behind. The driver was drunk and was turning their steering wheel to the sides, confuse by everything they saw in front. They turn the wheel to the side and pressed the accelerator thinking it was the breaks and they crashed into a wall with a lot of force. 

The driver manage to get out of the car, miraculously, with minor bruises. Their view was a bit blurry but the lights of the car were a huge help for them to see what was between the wall and the car. 

Dollmaker´s limbs were broke, stuck in the rubble of the car. She was layed in the car, stucked from the hips down between the car and the wall, her torso was destroyed. Blood was coming from her mouth. She wasn´t moving, she wasn´t responding. She was broken mentally, now she was broken physically. 

She woke up in a dark place. One candle was the only source of light for her. Pain was surrounding her entire body, she tried to move but it was unbearable. 

Dollmaker manage to lift her hand up, it felt like lifting a weight that was sticking needles into her entire arm. Her sight was blurry and couldnt see what exactly was wrong with her hand, she felt her hand with the other, the sensation was soft. Not smooth like skin, it was like... felt. She traced her fingers around her arm and she felt stitches made out of thread. All her body was covered in felt and stitches. She touched her face and felt more stitches as well as a big button where her left eye was supposed to be. Panic was her only respond, she tried o stand up but pain jolt all over her body, she could only sit up. 

Once her vision got better, she manage to see her surroundings. She wasn´t at home. The floor was rocky and she could hear a river flowing, some trees were around her and some grass was growing in certain spots. There was nothing else. 

She didnt understand what was happening nor where she was. She only knew she had died and now she was more alone than ever. 

Dollmaker

In the recent Fake or Real Superhero video, my prompt appeared in the beginning. AND I FLIPPED FOR AT LEAST 6 HOURS. So I draw a more updated version of this character (Because I created her since I was in middle school). (Also I love the interpretation made by Adri I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Alice in Wonderland vibes) 

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More information and some concept art under the tag. 

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