#ameture

[redwolfsiren]

[ultra-phthalo]

Ultrakill Creature of Steel

Oof in 10 days I'll be able to log onto my PC and get my hands on Ultrakill. I can't wait, I'm hyping myself.

So fun. I've heard that line before.

[thebrightsuninwinter]

Tea, a poem

Tea by rettie 

It's all one giant cup of tea, what we love

And what we leave 

The heart that aches inside you breaks a million more 

In the silence of a classroom 

Or the closing of a door 

Hold your old hands, painted nails and perfume  

bring back our old plans 

My dreams in your room  

It's all a tangled mess; it's all a bitter care 

Broken and divided, fraying in despair 

 Every colour in your eyes 

paints itself in mine  

Maybe it's not your fault anymore 

all the tears I've cried 

Health and balance, normality 

Shakes its humble fist at me 

a twisted pool of beauty 

me, myself and me 

 Break the glass and change the clocks 

 Turn your clothes all inside out.  

Blame the world for what you're not 

 cos maybe it'll help. 

[usha7083]

OBSESSION OF IMPERFECT.

Hey, can i ask why are you so obsessed with imperfect photos, videos like it's a bit-

Weird? I Laugh.

Yes! Like everyone wants a perfect photo of themselves so they look beautiful and don't feel embarrassed you know?

Hmm... I was like that also but each time I looked back at my *the perfect pose* and Beauty photos i didn't feel any emotional attachment but strangely when i see the photos my mom took of me when i wasn't paying attention or just a random pictures of me having a bad day when i see those photos something inside of me makes me feel as if i am alive in those photos.

But they are not perfect?

Yes their not perfect and neither i am, no human is perfect right?

But just why? I don't understand what makes the imperfect photos so attractive to you?

They give me a sense of familiarity and show how much time has passed and how far i have come. The time I thought felt like forever is gone and it's been a decade since everything is changed but if i didn't have those imperfect photos i would have never realised how fast time actually went and how much things around me and inside me have changed....

Above all I don't know if perfect exits or not but Imperfect already exists and i am in love with it like a mother loves and is fond of her disfigured child.

i love the imperfect photos, they are more genuine and meaningful.

For a memory untold.

[littlekittylistener]

The Crow's Call

Glancing up at the cloudy sky,

an unspoken tension present, it was clear

Something was about to happen.

Their was a silhouette circling,

Circling, above the field to the East

Watching and scheming,

Yellow eyes looking intently

Scrutinizing each blade of grass,

Watching for one thing,

My eyes fall down to the flat field,

Watching just as intently

As the circling silhouette,

And amongst the grass, I see

A small furry blob,

The warm browns and hazel

Of the it's fur shine in the warm sunlight.

The small loaf-like creature then moves,

Gently hoping forward,

It's long ears perk up

and it's soft black eyes glance around,

It's little white tail flicking slightly.

The small creature wanders the field,

Unprotected, unaware of it's vulnerability,

Unaware it's being watched,

Unaware of the danger.

The sharp yellow eyes of the silhouette in the sky

Pick apart the small creature silently,

Planing the next move

As the bird's red feathers shift,

changing It's path of flight,

However,

what the the bird doesn't know is that

It's being watched too,

Looking towards the the south side

Of the flat field,

There is a small forest,

And hundreds of small eyes are glaring out of it,

Watching the birds every move,

Every time it swoops close too it

Small murmurs and threatening whispers arise,

Then suddenly, the tension in the air snaps,

The small furry creature jumps,

The bird swoops past the forest

Grazing it's leaves as it dives for the creature,

But it is stopped by a scream, a shriek,

Loud cries erupt from the forest

As a flurry of charcoal feather take flight,

Their cries and screams of anger

Ring throughout the air,

Each sound scraping at my ears

And igniting a spiking fear,

People open their window

And stand in their gardens, looking over fences,

Investigating the cry of bloody murder,

Drawn to the commotion,

The mass of black feathers, stone grey beaks

And angry gazes rush towards the bird,

The bird that was once filled with confidence

Is now recoiling in fear,

Is flies high, trying to gain distance

From this monster,

The feathered monster shouted at the bird,

It's shrieking voice like death itself,

Although I couldn't know what they said,

I understood what they ment,

I understood everything word,

It said:

"you came to our home,

our place of solidarity,

And you brought violence,

And threats of calamity,

No! We want you out,

We want you OUT!

So Get out!

Get out,

Get out!

GET OUT!"

As the creature cursed out the bird,

The bird fleas, not wanting to spend

another moment with the creature,

And when the bird is out of sight,

The creature calms

And the field is quiet once again,

The creature then falls apart, each voice returns,

Back to it's nest,

Back to it's family,

Back to it's home,

Back to the forest, where they all belong,

And everything is back to normal

Everything is peaceful,

Everything is calm, and most importantly,

Everything is quiet.

By Poppy Maxey :3

(Note: the animals talked about in this piece are a red kite, a murder of crows and a bunny/rabbit)

[claudiasommers]

☆• The original sketch & the painting I based off of it! Completely from my own mind onto paper. I was struggling to find inspiration and thought of flowers (as I often do when art block hits me.) And I was enamored enough by my colors to put it to a canvas. I hope you love her too <33 •☆

no, the squiggles are not on the canvas. I'm learning how to use ai disturbance filters <3 !! vive l'art, vive lâme !!

[emotionalcontaigion]

I will spend the rest of my life… however long that may be, exhausting every tool and trinket available at my fingertips to keep my mind quiet.. drawing, reading, writing, playing instruments… anything and everything to keep my head at bay… to try and ward off the corrosion that each thought causes…

[cogitet]

Wait wait wait

[fiorildi-ar]

I guess I should start keeping a journal, I mean, that’s why I’m writing this. I’m not sure exactly who this is for because people will just think I’m some kid posting fun stories on the internet, but maybe this will help someone else wake up. I’m not sure how it happened, Kris doesn’t know either, I don’t think they trust me, but one day I was just hanging out with a friend, and they called me the wrong name, except, I know now it’s who I really am. But then I started being aware of my surroundings as if I were in a dream, and I was, we all are. Except… we don’t wake up. Not usually that is.

I woke up sitting, my chest resting on a cold metal rod. I didn’t try to move, my body was so sore it hurt too much. When I opened my eyes everything was so bright I immediately shut them again. I could feel my heart pounding. I’m not sure how long went by, but eventually I heard a door unlock and slide open, I kept my head dangled.

“This one?” His voice boomed like it had come from a megaphone. I couldn’t help but flinch. Immediately my entire body felt aflame. I tried to let out a scream, but couldn’t because of the contraption attached to my mouth that I only then noticed. “Dail.” A woman whispered sternly. “Were you not briefed? You must speak softly. Now all their vitals will have spiked. There’s probably 50 more of those drones on their way now. They know we’re here.” My concern marginally decreased. “Then I’ll work fast.”

I heard them unzip a bag and then a blowtorch being lit. It felt blinding even with my eyes closed. “We’ll let Steve remove what’s left.” Thankfully, wherever they used the blowtorch was distant enough from me that it only felt warm. It was during this process that I started to get my bearings. I was sitting on what felt like a stone bench, and I didn’t have any restraints on my arms or legs. I tried feeling around a little, which my two “saviors” giggled at. Thankfully the noise didn’t seem so loud anymore, but… I didn’t really think about that in the moment. Next to me were two other… bodies? They felt cold, and I couldn’t feel a pulse, but they had the same contraptions hooked up to their mouth, and the front of their skull. That thing in my skull. I can still feel it. Constantly. Too dangerous to remove. With every turn of my head, with every faint breeze it rings through my head. A pain I can not describe…

I heard a loud clang and instinctively opened my eyes. There was still quite a bit left stuck to my head, extending at least 6 inches from my mouth and skull and connecting at one joint. Across from me were more bodies slouched over. To my left and right more bodies slouched over as far as I could see until they were shrouded in darkness. They were all connected to the same type of contraption I was. The joint connected to a cylinder maybe 3 inches in diameter, which then sprouted off into a mess of cables. The corridor was triangular, and where you’d expect the walls to connect at the height of the room there was instead a large gap where all the cables ran through.

I stared blankly at the man and woman. I didn’t believe this to be real, and I wanted desperately to wake from this nightmare. They both wore black one-peices that covered everything except their shaved heads and had a pocket that opened with a zipper on their right breast.

They grabbed me and hoisted me over the metal bar. They struggled to carry me from their shoulders, and cursed frequently about how lazy Cold Ones are when they first wake up.

They didn’t have to worry about that long though because eventually I started to hear a whirring noise, and spurred on by the dread in my heart I hastily began flailing and failing to use my faculties. I didn’t need to say anything for them to let me fall to the floor and take off running.

[henshinwolf89]

I'm trying to get back into art. Not too long ago, I started taking drawing classes. I quite like the classes, and I'm hoping this time I stick with it. I was hoping to also do painting classes, too, but I don't think I'd be able to carry all the art supplies without a vehicle... so I'll hold off on that.

These are my recent drawings. They don't look too impressive now, but I am enjoying it! I was trying to start simple, which is why I'm mostly doing round shaped characters.

I tried drawing Vivi from Final Fantasy 9 and some Slimes from Dragon Quest. They turned out the best. I also tried drawing both Godzilla and Mothra is up in the corner. It's okay-ish, I guess... Then my worst attempt was trying to draw Grendizer, a robot from the '70s. Not happy at all how he turned out...

At the end of the day, I'm just doing this for me. I've been stressed out lately, and I need something I can blow off some steam and enjoy. If I keep up with it, maybe I'll someday feel confident enough to finally draw the ideas that have been floating around in my head for decades. Someday, hopefully...

[empatheticnymph]

Autumn finally arrived.

[sbcrmtjvno]

This the first upload I made to SoundCloud. I made a beat using GarageBand. There's more on my profile. I like noise! It's meant to be triphop I believe. Throwing this out there because why not. More to come!

[littlekittylistener]

Intimacy

The room was quite, only the sound of the gentle breeze outside the window and the soft scratching of birds nesting on the roof above. The rhythmic tick of the clock filled any uncomfortable silence with a reliable grounding, reminding us of the moment as time passes by.

I could feel the warmth of her breath again the skin of my neck, the feather-like sensation sending shivers down my spine and causing a nervous wave of goosebumps to run down my body. The feeling of eachother's breaths minging together, the warm air between us, a reminder of our closeness. The thought of breathing in the air that she breathes out makes my cheeks warm slightly.

I would run my fingers leisurely through her silky hair, playing with the soft locks and feeling them between my fingers. We were laying on the bed, the duvet covering our forms, making us feel that much closer. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against mine, and the way she would quietly hum an old melody, would create soft vibration that felt like a purring cat when you casually stroke it's fur.

My other hand rested on the small of her back, occasionally drawing shapes with my finger tips. I felt comforted by her warm presence, and I could feel how she enjoyed me as she relaxed into our close embrace. The way she seemed to relax when my hand grazed the center of her lower spine, or how she sighed when my knuckles rubbed up and down between her shoulder blades.

I could feel her delicate hands gently clutching the upper part of my back, her nails grazing the back of my neck when she hugs me closer. She would massage the muscles of my shoulders, helping me wind down from the demanding day while we revel in eachother's company at dusk. She would scratch softly at my back, stroking me as I mumbled softly about my day, my breath tickling the shell of her ear.

Her legs would hook around mine, locking out ankles together as if she was trying to prevent me from ever leaving. Like I would ever want lo leave her. I could feel her eyelashes flutter against my cheek as we both grew tired and more aware of the darkening sky outside the window.

And in the quiet, the comforting quiet, there was one thing that I could hear most clearly. The rhythmic sound of her beating heart. The tantalising thump of her pulse echoed in my ear that was practically pressing against her, my own loud heartbeat drumming alongside hers.

And as our minds drew tired, I looked at her with lidded eyes. Her sleepy eyes met mine and her pupils seemed to dilate at the sight of me, she gently smiled before burying her face in the crook of my neck as she began to drift of to sleep. In that moment, when she looked at me with those eyes, the details of her face seemed to become clearer.

And as I also began to succumb to sleep, the only thing I could focus on was her quiet breaths and her gentle heartbeat.

By PM :3

[cephalopeach]

I coast through life

switching back and forth

from auto pilot.

Like a baby with no object permanence.

- C. Peach

[lswolfl]

Some zote fan art

[k1ttii]

🦋Basic Gist of this dumpers fire🦋

🩵 Random posting, no real schedule on anything

🩵 Stupid writing

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Stories in progress:

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