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My personal theory is that the Brain Worm is still in there. He has no more brain only Worm. The Brain Worm is in control now and is trying to destroy the health of the world so that other Brain Worms may find suitably incompetent hosts.

I hate this motherfucker the most. People in my family who should know better fell under the sway of this lying, psychotic monster. If you’ve ever loved anyone with any kind of disability, you are betraying them by looking up to this man and giving weight to anything he says.
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MY BOY
Touching some grass. Look at our pride flag!

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stranger time!!
this was a fun one to do, what with the lighting and all.
poem beneath the cut.
I have been many people
and yet I have only ever truly been one.
It is strange to have worn
so many masks that you end up forgetting
which one is your face.
My personhood, my who, my what,
has been so skewed that not even I can recall
who it is that I am.
Perhaps that is the core of the Stranger-
not the fear of not knowing others,
but the fear that you can never know yourself.
#tw: imposter syndrome#tma#original poem#avatar oc#original art#avatar of the stranger#the stranger#the magnus archives
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YET ANOTHER AVATAR ART!!!
Credit to @mellon_soup for the pose reference (I cannot draw humans)
Poem beneath the cut :)
have always found a painful beauty
in destruction.
The careful lines of flames etching into wood
before everything crumbles to dust.
I am no stranger to broken things.
It seems that I break everything I touch
far faster than most people do.
The frayed, overused wires,
the crumpled papers that line my bookbags,
broken glass shards around my feet.
I am an overused candle,
never allowed to fully set in tallow or wax;
lumpy, drippy, and shriveling into nothingness
Just another set of careful flame-licked lines
crumbling into ash.
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did not get the boy but hey hellhound isn't too bad
spin this wheel
you're now this mythical creature, congrats!
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The complete and utter happiness on the deer's face is supreme. Absolute 10/10 babie
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s t o r i e s
OvO
pssssst hey. hey. free and expansive database of folk and fairy tales. you can thank me later
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The poor thing... put so much effort into living only to be met by pukicho's unquenchable thirst for spider-targeting violence
Yesterday there was a massive spider in my tub, so I got a napkin to kill it (time-sensitive spider). I crushed it, then lifted the napkin to see a completely unharmed spider. so I did it again, and once again, the spider was perfectly unharmed. I started to panic, this had never happened to me before. So I started pummeling him. I just kept pummeling and pummeling, bashing and bashing. I was actually punching him, no other word for it. I reared my fist to see a half-living spider. Still this fucker was alive. One more set of pummels, pummels fit for a man, and then, finally, he was gone. But god, what a life he lived.
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quick reminder that my own lesbian-nonbinary-ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.
and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️🌈🌈
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LESS movies about the lgbtq experience MORE movies about people who just happen to be lgbtq. is it really that hard to understand
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Part 2 of my TMA avatar series!
This one was so much fun, and I got to experiment with all sorts of weird tools on Procreate. Poem is under the cut (this one's a doozy).
The Spiral
when read is read and you spin a thread
of blood that bled into the dark in
commonplace placidity when do we see
what we saw or said and in your head
is a twisting listening thing glistening
purple and yellow and tallow turns mellow
sweet is the smell of chloroform.
there is a door in the floor of his bedroom
and he cannot exhume the ghosts that take
most of his sanity but honestly what is he
but another hole in sentient reticence
that lurks in the murkiness that sleeps in his bed and in his head is a yellow door
and my claws are reaching out to twist him
in impossible improbable dimensions
he is lost in a labyrinth laboratory of me.
I am turning and learning that this world
leads to lead and I’ll one day be dead
but I cannot remember what I forgot
and I’m becoming tired of the liars I find myself imitating this world so irritating
what is knowledge but another solace
and a spire we admire but throw ourselves
off the brink and down we sink
into beautiful, wonderful insanity.
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This song absolutely rocks. Mayhaps we shall watch Arcane together in the future?
Song Of The Week!
I have never watched Arcane but I used to really like Imagine Dragons and also this song kinda rocks so...
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