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Astronomy I-

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aw come onnn :[

collecting bones for my sweety. :}

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Korauki frowned at the sketch. He couldn’t even find it in him to be embarrassed that he was caught staring like he normally would have been. Instead, he was obsessively fussing over the fact that he hadn’t been able to capture the cat-like reflection of light in their eyes.

He erased the line work on the eyes and quickly fixed it. It had to be better. It had to.

He didn’t usually focus much on anything but his sketches when he was creating them, but this time, even he could recognize that he was being… different about this one. He found he couldn’t stop himself, though. His panic brought the heat of the Desolation to him, but he dulled it enough to not ruin his drawing. He couldn’t ruin it.

Each aspect, each crease or fold in the fabric of their outfit, each curl of hair glimmering with the light, everything had to be put down onto the paper, and it had to be right. That was all he focused on for the moment.

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

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I want bones >:[

collecting bones for my sweety. :}

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He isn't sure what kind of artistic motivation hits him, but suddenly he feels as though if he doesn't finish this sketch as perfectly as possible, he'd be missing something. Failing.

He rapidly erases what he had on the page now that their position had changed. Something in his head is telling him that he must draw them like this now, with these details captured. Once again he has the rough sketch down, and soon he's on to drawing the soft fall of their curly hair, the way it catches the light, and then the reflection of the light in eyes that don't look quite human. That last detail makes him backtrack a bit, but it's not long before he's back to avidly drawing, that small thing going unnoticed.

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

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Real

Chess and Fish: We made our to do lists for today

Crow: Let me see them

Crow: Fish, yours just says Inky, and Chess, yours just says Knife

Chess: Yes

Fish: Did I stutter

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Korauki's gaze catches on the flashy being a fair distance away from him. There's something about them that puts him on edge, something that doesn't quite sit right with him. Despite this, at least for the moment, he was far more focused on his sketch and trying to capture the basic elements of this subject before they're out of his sight.

His pencil scratches rhythmically against the paper as he sketches out the basic shaped that compose a body. It's a rough doodle, but he's quick to fix it, only looking away to recalibrate this person's location and to make sure his drawing was accurate. He wasn't quite sure that he would be able to capture such colors and confidence with the measly pencil and paper he had, but he'd be damned if he didn't try.

I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

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reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.

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Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

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✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

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I haven't done an rp in so long ;-; (Korauki this time:3 )

Kor was perched precariously on the edge of the park bench. People seemed to avoid his presence like the plague, so he was alone. He was often alone. Kor supposed that after a while, one might simply grow numb to the feeling in a sort of acceptance, but he had been wrong.

He was rifling through a leather satchel that was half around his shoulders, half leaned against the wood of the bench. His touch lightly scorched the leather when he brushed it accidentally, but it wasn't currently heated enough to do any real damage. Eventually, he removed what he was looking for - the few scraps of paper he had bound together like a sketchbook - and began to flip through pages upon pages of old drawings.

Often, it was the same place - this very park. Sometimes, though, it was people, random subjects who caught his eye or people who would be daring enough to talk to him. Sometimes he even encountered people who found the strange danger emanating from his otherwise weak-looking body alluring.

He flipped to a clean page, snatching up a pencil from the pocket on the satchel and beginning to look for a subject.

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Hello,Hello, people of London! How are we doing this charming night? Are we working late? Maybe too lazy to take the stairs because we are soooo tired :(¿?Well a lift would surely help with that <3 hehe…. I’m just joking with you guys! I would never do that….

Though I should probably introduce myself should I :)¿? Mmm, but I won’t… hehe.. who even was D̶̺̏u̸͖͝n̷̖̍̋ć̵̰̳̒ȁ̴̬͈n̸͓̏ ̷̛̱̠S̵̡̓a̸̛͍̔w̶̭͑y̶̢̩̋ê̸̠̭r̷̯͆¿? Anyways, you can call me whatever you want my dearies…❤️

DING. . .

Oh, I better get going! My lift is here. Unless… ḏ̴́o̵̘̦̓ ̶̛̖͌y̶̢͕̍̽o̸̺̺͂u̵̥͓͗ ̷̖̲̚w̷̟̔ḭ̶̱̿̚s̸̛̪͝ḧ̵̰́̆ ̸̝̈́ţ̵͉̋o̸̠̰͂͒ ̵͖̄̈́j̸̨͎͑ȏ̸̢̱ĭ̷̻̇n̶̨̲͊͋ ̶͈͆͊m̷̢̗̍̈ě̵͎?̴̛͍

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Raven - Hunt Oc - redesign

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He was a bit confused by the sudden silence. Raising his head to try and figure out where she was staring, he noticed that she wasn’t staring into the woods or even at the ground where there were bones visible.

No, she was staring at his blade, as though even after talking to her for such a long time he could just… turn.

No, not anymore. Maybe before the Slaughter lost its grip, but not anymore.

He sighed, wriggling the blade out of the mossy soil and sheathing it at his hip again. He was docile right now, he just needed to show it.

He found himself wandering again, pacing endlessly through the woods he used to bury his victims in.

like usual, he sat himself down in his clearing, in the moss and dirt and bones that the trees and plants seemed to have refused to grow over.

he stared down at the outline of a skull in silence. The Slaughter seemed to be losing its grip on him. Or maybe it was just loosening it. He was pretty sure one being couldn’t just lose its avatar.

he hadn’t had to kill in weeks. It seemed like a miracle to him, but there was an underlying dread he couldn’t ignore.

if the Slaughter was giving him up, what was going to take him next?

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”Ah.” Cypher mumbled, his voice a mix between understanding and mild shock.

That made a little more sense. Maybe he could piece together a little bit more of her story with that information. Of course, it was just one piece of the whole picture.

his hand settled on the hilt of his blade, rubbing his thumb over the small scratches in the black material. He remembered most of the people buried under the soil, and he certainly remembered the looks on their faces when he drew the blade he was holding now.

he felt sickened by the way it still gave him a bit of a thrill to think about it.

He found himself wandering again, pacing endlessly through the woods he used to bury his victims in.

like usual, he sat himself down in his clearing, in the moss and dirt and bones that the trees and plants seemed to have refused to grow over.

he stared down at the outline of a skull in silence. The Slaughter seemed to be losing its grip on him. Or maybe it was just loosening it. He was pretty sure one being couldn’t just lose its avatar.

he hadn’t had to kill in weeks. It seemed like a miracle to him, but there was an underlying dread he couldn’t ignore.

if the Slaughter was giving him up, what was going to take him next?

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…

Y’know what. Sure. Whatever.

Yo @child-of-the-vast

where are the clouds???? Hmmmm?????

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????

h o w ???????

it’s like. Condensation???

i think

Yo @child-of-the-vast

where are the clouds???? Hmmmm?????