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** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for�� a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.

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I LOVE HER😭

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sketchbook snippets pt2

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this is an appreciation post for my precious bbgurl orisa.

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* a kestrel for a knave prompts

a kestrel for a knave is a novel by barry hines. 

‘ it was just the way you told it, that’s all. ’

‘ because you’re scared, aren’t you? ’

‘ you’re a lone wolf now then? ’

‘ i wish you’d stop nagging. ’

‘ i don’t care, i’m not taking it. ’

‘ you were fast asleep on your feet. ’

‘ and how long have you had it? ’

‘ think i don’t know? ’ 

‘ found it. ’  

‘ you were asleep weren’t you? ’

‘ no, it’s more than that. ’

‘ what do you mean? ’ 

‘ and don’t be still up when i come in. ’

‘ you made up for it though, didn’t you? ’

‘ i wish you’d shut up. ’ 

‘ that hurts! ’

‘ but i’m not that bad. ’

‘ you think you’re just unlucky, then? ’

‘ i’m no good. ’

‘ there’s no need to jump down my throat. ’

‘ you’re not going anywhere ‘til you’ve got all that mud off and had a proper wash. ’ 

‘ who the hell are you anyway? ’

‘ how are things at home these days? ’

‘ i know some short cuts coming back. ’

‘ what are you trying to do, kill me? ’

‘ well, of all the rotten tricks! ’

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜

❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜

❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜

❛ the answer is no. ❜

❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜

❛ delete your search history. ❜

❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜

❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜

❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜

❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜

BOOK II: ANGER

❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜

❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜

❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜

❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜

❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜

❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜

❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜

❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜

❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜

❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜

❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜

❛ hate is a verb. ❜

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜

❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜

❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜

❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜

❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜

❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜

❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜

❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜

❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜

❛ nothing can stay. ❜

❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

❛ lay them to rest. ❜

❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜

❛ eat the other. ❜

❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜

❛ no loose ends. ❜

❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜

❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜

❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜

❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜

❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜

❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜

❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜

❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜

❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜

❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

❛ even spectres can tire. ❜

❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜

❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜

❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜

❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜

❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜

❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜

BOOK VII: MAGICK

❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜

❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜

❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜

❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜

❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜

❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜

❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜

❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜

❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜

❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜

❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜

❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜

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Brigitte doodles.

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“I will prove myself!”

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creaping.

▲ —-   𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑.  // @fixardig​

𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 /. GLEAMING THROUGH THE dark of night, she– armor clad, dared entered. a pale imitation of the angel, angela– savior. laughable. yet her light burned, burned away the void of darkness that consumed greedily. like death being swayed away with a simple gesture of a helping hand.

eyes, a bleeding red, seethed at the help. the sight of another hero– the memories of overwatch merely added fuel to fire. 

‘you gotta be kidding me…’

              there's  something  akin to a smile  upon her cheeks,  perhaps too smug for her own  good.   anyone in their right mind  mind  would have  just leave as it is but  the proximity doesn't have  her    shying   away             instead  tension melts away from shoulders , softening the line  of her spine   /   gloved hands rest  on her hips as her attention is fully focused on the emanating red orbs        ❛     has anyone told  you, you've got a weird  way of saying  thank  you?     ❜ syllables are tinged with humor, smile still etched onto her features.

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There’s a bear inside your stomach, a cub’s been kicking from within He’s loud, though without vocal cords, we’ll put an end to him

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send 💬 for a random generated starter from here

              ❛   please   don't   argue.    you have to  leave  right now, you aren't safe here.   ❜      concern apparent  in  velvet timbre,  something  akin to dubiety upon honey eyes.  they  both  could handle their own  /   specially  him  /    that much she is certain of  but  it does not stop  her from worrying about  her teammates safety before her  very  own.                       @indawns​

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ZOEY DEUTCH Flower (2017) dir. Max Winkler

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Brigitte at your service! This took me a while, but i’m super proud of it. Practicing backgrounds to make more high quality illustrations, and i feel the work was worth it.

(@nesskain)

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Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

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popping by to say hi, i’m not dead just now i got a temporary laptop so i can work on proper replies and not be phone bound!

ok, i’m kinda eager to get thing started on this blog so hit the ♡ for a starter.