on killing butterflies (for @lookinghalfacorpse)

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phil watches, sometimes, fingers laced under his chin and elbows braced on the sill, as dream holds out his hands and laughs through the cloud of colors that smothers him. even though dream doesn’t need the constant surveillance anymore, at least this pair of eyes is one he doesn’t mind showing his back to, even if it’s off-putting at times. techno made his opinion on the butterflies clear; phil’s centuries older than him and has insect-eaters for company. not that dream would begrudge phil’s beloved flock a snack, but the proximity between chats is a little worrying at times. 

“they’re lovely, mate,” phil offers once, shooing a curious crow away from the horde with a searching look.

dream hums. “they are,” he replies, emptying his voice deliberately, because: this isn’t a matter of loveliness, or even of preference. his butterflies carry his messages and watch his server. their beauty is one that predicates survival, blending into thickets and splaying owl-faced among the branches. though he may not have chosen them, they’re his now, and they folded down into his prisoner’s garb, his pools of blood, his oversized netherite chestplate. they melted down sam’s body for him. 

phil’s eyeing him again, feathers rustling against the cold, like he knows what he’s thinking. dream lets a bright green butterfly crawl imperiously all over his face and bolts his mouth against his smile. 

tfw you have to sew your frankenstein bfs parts back on again

happens more often than you think lmao

You shall ever be the eye of the storm, And the clashing of steel shall ever accompany you. The pitch-black memory of stepping into uttermost darkness, Shall, at last, become the strength by which you will overturn this world.

[Personals begone]

FREMINET HC 5. in lieu of ( my ) furina's hand damage from touching the primordial seawater during her trial during the archon quest, i've decided to be consistent with the way it doesn't cause effects immediately, but it also depends on the concentration / amount of the stuff versus actual water mixed together. furina's time with it was shorter and she had the liberty of being protected by the curse. freminet, however, had his whole body in the stuff and almost drowned. the shark - hybrid has burn scars over his form due to being submerged before he was rescued by clorinde. his cream coloured scale has patches of darker places where the burning got bad into him, which in turn kept him out of the main aq until the trial of furina herself: he'd been kept in the loop while in hospital but still carried out his job of gaining evidence for the trial ( why he was late also lmfao ).

whole buncha artfight attacks!! ill get back to being active here but heres in case yall were wondering why i died

for @crackshotreporter @rslashrats jadeflame terroryaki flickerclickz killerklown kayelsea and @starcadaver

FINALLY FINISHED PACRIM SECRET SANTA PIECE FOR @re-bee-key (prompt: monster au)

i am so sorry it took so long,,,, went with the classic kaiju!newt because we always need more glowy blue boy in our lives >:]

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

Morning Routine 🧵🪡👁️

Alt Version 👇

plate of primes

read on ao3

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women love me, fish fear me. did you know my brother fucked a fish once? he’d call me a sinner but i  know i’m the good sin. pogchamp.

he put me up like a christmas soldier and i know the cost of everything by the stock of its gun. that’ll be fifty quid, thanks, and do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

in war everyone wears the same colour boots.  i saw that on wikifeet. 

aita for telling my brother to stop  eating so many bloody cigarettes  it will tear your digestive lining  and all the organs will rot. i (m17)  and my brother (m25) watched as he folded like a broken law.

speaking of breaking my best friend broke his back on five thousand metric tonnes of light sound and color once. bedazzling. he says the fire went blue and green and gold and that they melted his eyelids before they snapped his spine so his whole world was sky and shore and sun and then he turned into lots of blood, everywhere. it’s red, innit.

my best friend is what they call a  little ~fruity~ a little ~limp wrist~ aita for bullying his new husband.

in my defence. they are big money. ooh la la rich.  diamonds lining every vein rich. netherite tongue. it is good that my friend has something in his arms that cannot be turned into lots of blood everywhere. 

my best friend says if my brother sets foot ten thousand meters in every direction by their home he will turn him into a swiss cheese. by which i think he means you and  i learned to eat cereal with bullet shells inside and your brother is a dead man walking four times over and should try a little harder to stay that way. i think my best friend and my brother would be much better off if they had four hundred twenty wives much like myself. 

reddit enjoyers across the world i (m17) want my brother (m25) and my bestie (m17) to sit at a table and share a plate.

they are both being  very unreasonable. if they thought about it for a second they would understand that it’s not about the bullet shells or the new hubby or the broken law or the lots of blood, everywhere. 

last year i turned seventeen in a ditch, married my first wife and divorced her, cut a couple throats to know the heat, drank choccy milk out of a crystal vase, and dug a grave for the new husband.  when i was sixteen, i split my lip thirty times and broke my leg twice and had sore arms and blew up an eardrum and ate shit and had a nice christmas party by the white sheath of beach out east, cold and dark, a pink cake in my hands.

give me love  without the blood. 

failing that, give me primes. 

When you meet The Creature (and you will) give it my regards

That feeling when the passage of time clings to you and drags you down with it

Inspired by @remedyturtles's Death Wish fic that I've been rereading <3

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Ooo what about a Dukexiety fusion?

I'm really concerned for him. Those two are the mental health disaster. Doesn't have any eyes

Can you imagine them being brothers with Prinxiety? I sure can

totally normal deer

some Friendly Maintenance scribbles i forgot to post!

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