my aunt works for a theater company making costumes and has done for like the past thirty something years, so when me and my brother were kids, we would ask her for a halloween costume a few months ahead of time and get a full tailored custom costume in the mail. it was great and we still have several of them. i still fondly remember the year i wanted to be a purple dragon, and got back a dragon costume complete with headdress, gloves that gave me pointy claws, and a four foot long tail.
the thing is, though, i didn't want to literally be a purple dragon. i wanted to be one of the evil ninjas from the teenage mutant ninja turtle tv show i was watching at the time, who were the purple dragon clan. but when that costume showed up in the mail there was no fucking way i was gonna say it was wrong. that thing whipped ass.
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Heads Up Seven Up (×2)
Thank you @kayedium-writes & @angelicminds for the tags!
No pressure tagging: @jadeglas @unstablewifiaccess @frankensteinshimbo @lockejhaven @gracebriarwoodwrites @vytriesstories & my open tag!
A random snippet of something today:
I think I am a curse.
A darkness. I split people in two, cleaving them down the middle so their insides show. Blood roots itself under my nails, evidence of a thousand sacrifices all purged from the children who dare to know me and my darkness. We are inseparable. Twisted together the way a spine is leashed to its host. I am oars for my curse. Oars and nothing else.
It would be better, I think, if I had to take their blood, but my offerings come willingly, excited. They press their flesh against my nails: see, you do not cut me and cry out in anguish when I do.
Half of them dies that day, all their secrets spilled at the altar my curse has made me, their darknesses leeched into the half-corpse they leave behind.
I do not know what happens to the other.
Maybe they are the cursed portion.
All I do know is this: no one believes you when you name what you are. They must fight against it, prove you wrong. Demonstrate their strength, their guile, their kindness.
Because if I am a curse, who's to say what they are.
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(Text: more than 2 m (7 ft) tall; 1.6m (5'2"))
Hi!! My name is Rin, but you can use Dusty, Soffi or Aqua. Any other nicknames welcome :)
The main content here is going to be about my AU "Dad Mr Small AU" (later tagged). You can find allllll of the content on my insta (couldn't find another way 2 put a link, but the name is in my bio) since, again, tumblr nuked my previous account for some reason
However!! Here I'm also going to share some other concepts and sketches that are tangibly related to "Gumball" and are exclusive/way ahead of what is posted by me on ther socials to this blog. It might not be obvious, but just trust me
I might also perhaps write or draw original stuff, but it's pretty rare and boils down to short prompts lol
Now, let's go over all the tags!
#dusty.art - art
#dusty.photo - photos
#life fabric snippets - stuff that happened to me and I had a phone on hands to share
#trinkets.txt - text posts
#DadMrSmall_AU - AU material
#Glitch Hop_ship - my crackship art&texts
#Young Mr Small_village - headcanons regarding mr Small's childhood & early adulthood (art&texts)
#trinkets.ocs - any OCs I make
#Forgotten Videotapes_UwU - reblogs
#random.dusty - random things that don't fit in any of these categories
Anyways!!!! I hope we become friends here and form a trusting, healthy community together :)
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