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addamii · 1 year
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The animatic is done! I’ve been working on it for so long and I’m so so happy with how it turned out!
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The song used is Death is a Girl by Skippocyliptic
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lemonmatronicsart · 10 months
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That heart you’ve grown has made things so confusing, hasn’t it?
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What’s the harm in getting rid of it…
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sadpurpleblood · 8 months
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dumb espebe doodle of them doing not so healthy things with their void powers
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devileaterjaek · 1 year
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smilingsolemnly · 1 year
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some fanart of a couple fics where deku revives from the dead, i can't remember which the first is from, but the second is from Death and Taxes by @anoutrageousamountofowls (he's wearing some red riot merch ofc)
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Everyone wants the big chair, Meg...
Been chipping away at this one for a couple of weeks, and I'm really happy with it!
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kingsis · 7 months
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[[Go ahead]] sit an ywhere you'd l1ke.
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streetcleanrr · 8 months
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[ok to rb]
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crashed-keys · 2 years
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want to post my p3 fanart vs. it’s. a redraw of the protag’s awakening
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sadistic-softie · 2 months
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I'm going to break again. (READ TAGS)
The intrusive thoughts have returned. The dark ones. The ones that drove me to hysterical breakdown and got me in that stupid crazy person house with kids that likes crushing little rodents. I don't wanna go back. That place makes me sick. Same meals every day. Maybe I can handle the thoughts this time. Last time, I was only 13, so I might do better this time? All I can do now is what I used to do to cope. Write them out. Get them out of my head so I don't have to think about them anymore. This might delay or even prevent a break. Who knows?
These nightmares and memories are getting to me. Bad. I can't get the trauma out of my head. It won't stop it won't leave me alone. I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind. I haven't even been able to watch TV anymore because my head is so crowded. I just sit outside sometimes. Sit in the cold. I've been wearing my comfort hat all the time now. I hate taking it off. I can't keep my thoughts straight.
The nightmares. They make me tear at my skin more often than usual. It don't mean to, but I can't stop. Dermatillomania getting worse. I've eaten so much of my own scabs, skin, and blood lately. I've done that sort of thing for years already, but ever since I've started having those nightmares, it's like I crave it. I do it more. I like it. I want to taste my own blood, and it tastes really good. I've also started pulling out my body hair?? I don't know why I'm doing this. It's like I NEED to. Dermatillomania is related to OCD, right? That was my Dx. That's probably why. OCD getting worse.
I'm probably less stable than I think I am. I don't know. So much doubt. I feel 13 again. I need to do something, but I don't know what. I'm really unsure of myself. I somehow feel like I'm in danger of...my dreams?? Like, I feel like sleeping is dangerous, because every time I sleep, I get worse. I know how that sounds, but I'm serious. I feel like they're killing me metally. That's stupid. I don't even know what I'm saying. I've always been so stupid. Useless. Gross. I'm just paranoid. That's probably it. Parania getting worse. The nightmares.
So now what's my plan? I need to have a plan. Stability. I'm gonna keep following my therapists advice for now. Write it out. Get it out of my head. So, here goes nothing. But, if you're reading this, I'm warning you that it's some heavy shit and I don't condone nor wish to act on these thoughts. Plan, stabalize, write, heal.
Here it is. I just needed to get these awful, disgusting thoughts out of my head so I don't have to think them again. PLEASE remember the previous paragraph. these thoughts I carry are a weight on me. It gets worse the more you read. I feel so fucking horrible and sick thinking that they're mine. I carry so much shame, but I just don't wanna feel alone, and I can't bear to share this with anyone I see in person:
I have been eating the same thing every day. I eat other things too, but, I always have this one specific thing at least once a day. an apple with peanutbutter as dip. Every day. Apple with peanutbutter. Apple with peanutbutter. Apple with peanutbutter. And every time I cut the apple, I open this drawer. This drawer is full of knifes. Knifes of all kinds of shapes and sizes. Kitchen knifes. Serrated knives, big knives, little knives, a cheese knife, a filleting knife, a butcher knife, bread knife, boning knife, peeling knife, mezzaluna, etc...pretty much any knife you could find in a kitchen. I love holding them. Especially the butcher knife.
The way that I feel when I hold a knife with weight to it it just...indescribable. I feel like it belongs in my hand. I feel a sense of power that I've never felt before. Being knocked over and kicked while I'm down over and over for my whole life, to end up with this steel beauty in my hands and nobody elses. It's like it's begging for my to do something I don't want to. I get the urge to cut off my own hand. Just fucking slam that heavy steel rectangle right down onto my wrist for no reason other than that I can. That I have the power to do that. To cut off my own fucking hand.
And I've thought of just cutting myself. Just to drink my blood. Why wait for the dermatillomania to get to me? When I can just cut myself open and lick up all that thick, metallic liquid. The taste is so potent. So fucking delicious. And I'm afraid to admit it. I hate that it tastes so fucking good. I hate that if I could drink my own blood with no consequence, that I wouldn't hesitate. When I was seven, I used to knaw on my own arm. I gave myself hickeys trying to break the skin. Stupid weak child giving into curiosity. Did I not once consider the consequence of biting off a chunk of my own arm?
Why was I always such a gross freak? A seven year old child attempting autocannibalism? I didn't even know that word yet I was so young. No wonder people didn't wanna be my friend. I was a freak. What made me want to do that when I was so young and uncorrupt by trauma? I'm older now...I could break the skin now if I really wanted to. I could draw so much blood. I could test every knife on myself, cut out parts of me and eat them. Just like I've always wanted. My sickest childhood dream. One I never shared to anyone. The one that comes with so much shame. Shame on top of shame on top of shame.
What kind of sick freak wants to eat a part of themself?? What kind of psycho thinks about mutilating the ones they love the most? Am I a monster?? My therapists all said I'm not. So many of them...regardless, I still feel horrible about it. I have thought about pushing a knife into, torturing, dismembering, disecting my loved ones. several of them. Several times. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MAKES ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF?? Maybe I deserve it. I should brutalize myself. See how I would 'like' it! But knowing me, I would probaly try to drink my blood while I writhe in agony. Fucking freak. Gross freak.
Don't be fucking gross? You tell me not to be gross when you catch me having a piss accident?? Everyone pees themselves every now and then. Accidents happen. You know what? YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GROSS!!! I have cut every part of you into little chunks by hand in my mind. Every muscle, tendon, organ, etc...In my head, I have tortured my best friends brutally. In ways i can't even describe without my stomach twisting. THAT is what's gross. I hate it.
I CAN'T FUCKING STAND THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M SOME PATHETIC, INJURED ANIMAL YOU PULLED OFF THE SIDE OF THE FUCKING ROAD!! THAT SHIT MAKES ME WANNA RIP MY SKIN OFF!!! WHY DON'T WE ALL KILL OURSELVES???!!! I wanna burn a house down. I wanna destroy everything! I want someone to try and kill me so I don't take the blame for fucking stabbing them in the shin. I JUST WANNA BE IN FUCKING CONTROL FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!!! FOR ONCE IN MY FUCKING LIFE, I DON'T WANA BE THE GOD DAMNED POWERLESS VICTIM!!!
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mnikhowozu · 2 years
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𝒱𝔞𝔩𝔦 ℌ𝔢𝔦𝓀𝓀𝔦𝔞
vocalist of deth throes | 1972-1996
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kingsis · 8 months
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Teehee yippee
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mnikhowozu · 2 years
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woe.....stupid OC comic rough draft/thumbnail be upon ye
(cw: vague vomiting imagery, sui imagery)
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