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Scavenger by Naviira

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Doodled the horse

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yesterday's halloween piece

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The dog.

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I made this animation a year ago but I'm still very happy with it so I'm gonna give it some new life! I'd love to remake this sometime, but that's gonna be a far away future project I think.

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Barry from the legendary story about a butcher named Barry.

You may have heard it before.

I really adore such a minimalistic version of him. Has it's own charm

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i feel like the knowledge that there are some medical databases with free-to-use 3D scans of various human organs available for 3D printing would have drastically reduced tumblrs amount of bone stealing scandals. plus you can make ones that glow in the dark.

look at my glow in the dark humerus boy

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My shop is closing on Thursday!

Last few days to snag goodies while you can~ link here

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We watched the Devil die that day. We watched him die 9 times

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UPDATE: Went down the same road again tonight. (It's my main route home) The body had been MOVED further down the road towards the 3 way intersection. There was no blood streaks or further damage to it indicating it had been run over and dragged to this spot. Only a single blood stain blotted the road where it looked to have been dropped - hinting it had been carried here. I was not brave enough to attempt to even slow down. I am sorry. I am too afraid to see if it would appear again if I stopped. I think I could die happy if I never saw it again.

Was driving down a pitch black road on my way home from work (3am moments). Not a soul in sight. Passed by something dead, the blood still bright red and gleaming in my headlights. I back up to investigate what it was. (maybe take it home bc I collect bones). There is a vaguely human shaped silhouette blotting out the reflective markers in the center of the road in my rear view mirror. It was not there a moment ago. In fact, no one was there a moment ago, neither along the roadside, nor on it. I glance at the ball of fur. I glance back in the mirror. The silhouette is closer. Nope. No thank you. You can keep it. Good bye.

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Was driving down a pitch black road on my way home from work (3am moments). Not a soul in sight. Passed by something dead, the blood still bright red and gleaming in my headlights. I back up to investigate what it was. (maybe take it home bc I collect bones). There is a vaguely human shaped silhouette blotting out the reflective markers in the center of the road in my rear view mirror. It was not there a moment ago. In fact, no one was there a moment ago, neither along the roadside, nor on it. I glance at the ball of fur. I glance back in the mirror. The silhouette is closer. Nope. No thank you. You can keep it. Good bye.

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Konstantin Korobov (Russian, 1985) - Chains (2024)

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We watched the Devil die that day. We watched him die 9 times

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some original art i made after disappearing from the face of the (tumblr) earth

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Nettles

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Forest of a thousand eyes

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Rebuild