vulturetime
vulturetime
so how can i doubt the resurrection?
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aran. they/them. trying to write and do art
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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they call me the struggler, on account of the struggles
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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i forgot that any time i'm drawing i hate drawing. which makes completing this rather difficult
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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fur still gives me so much trouble :/
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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oh no! Came up with the worlds worst found family group
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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other tidbits from the wip that will not be written:
sister has the weird half bowl cut hairstyle because older brother is the one who cuts it. he doesn't trust anyone with his little sister so he's in charge of the haircutting. which, because he was a child when he first started taking care of her, meant that the only haircut he could do passably was a literal bowl cut. he just left the hair in the back intact because she wanted long hair.
both the brother and the millionaire best friend are maladjusted as fuck :thumbsup: they're toxic4toxic, you can say, except they don't get into a relationship until probably the end of the story, and then it gets worse.
both the brother and millionaire best friend have trauma obviously. because how can they not.
millionaire best friend can just be a fucked up bruce wayne or something. parents were killed in front of him, he swore revenge, but he doesn't dress in a batsuit. he's just Sad and Haunted and No Woman Understands Him (neither does any man but you get the idea)
brother's family can be something out of a soap opera. the parents were from opposing sides of the mob and escaped to find True Love(TM). except idk they're still fucked up people and brother spent the first 8 years of his life deciding they sucked, so when his sister was born, he was like yeah nah, this baby is mine. the parents become distant since they're trying to escape notice of the mob who is pissed at them, but the mob catches up with them and kills them. brother is now raising little sister legally and the mob has no idea that the Traitors had children.
the poor lesbian friend is literally normal.
or is she.
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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i have so much other stuff to do but i was possessed. so behold. the roughest sketches ever.
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vulturetime · 10 months ago
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been reading a lot of haunted/sentient house books in the past couple years, and i've encountered 3 main types of narrative: 1) the house loves you and that's a good thing 2) the house loves you and that's a bad thing and 3) the house hates you and that's a bad thing. this leaves a gap for a potential fourth type of story-- the house hates you and that's a good thing. excited to see if hauntologists delve into this quadrant and what it looks like if they do
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vulturetime · 11 months ago
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[ID: screenshot of a tumblr reply by user macabremoons. the reply is dated to be 36 seconds old. It reads: “YOU. YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE I SWEAR IT.” End ID]
favorite thing about my posts only blowing up when they're replying to someone else is i truly can just have everything out of my hands. i came, i infodumped, i left. now its everyone else's problem </3
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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in honor of the fact that for some reason, I thought blade runner had vampires in it, my next wip will be a post apocalyptic world that is infested with both androids and vampires
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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( ALPHA READERS )
for in the absence of myth on a long term basis.
messy, informal, but, i am currently planning to post a wip serially and am in need of alpha readers to alpha read. things.
important; i am an unmotivated pantser, i am currently finishing chapter one, i did plan on writing a number of chapters before getting help at the beginning of the year which obviously did not happen, it would be great if we could communicate via discord, encouragement really helps me write, myth is heavily centred around death and grief, i don't have any plans on it being paced well.
all alpha readers, temporary or long term would be appreciated. please contact me via dms.
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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you know what they say, kid. keep one eye open for the mourning.
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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anyone got tips on dealing with non job related burnout? my attempts to search the internet only provide job-related advice 😔
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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idk why this always happens when im reading academic literature but anyways. idea for a graphic novel/comic that i wanna do at some point: it's the classic superhero canon, except as time goes on, the main character starts to realize that all his companions are being switched out for different versions of the same kinds of characters and he's supposed to roll with it. has been rolling with it. he sees the same villains time and time again and he doesn't know physically how they can still be here. why he's the same age. why the city is still standing. he realizes he's in a story and there's gonna be some really fun panels when he physically tries to break out of the page.
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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two world travelers sit on a mound that was once a grave in order to take a breath. which is to say that the second world traveler sits down and the other one stays standing, watching the second with a singular, discerning eye.
"the view is nice from here," the second world traveler says, but the first does not move their gaze.
"do not think that this is a truce," the first starts.
the second snorts. "if this is not a truce, then why aren't you catching me?"
the first stays still and the second, still looking off into the distance, smiles softly.
"stop that."
"i can smile at the beauty of the world, can i not?"
"if the only thing you do is keep smiling, you'll bleed out before the sun rises."
"and?"
the first lets out a slow breath and their body starts to shudder. "are you stupid? are you daft? you'd rather die and stay smiling than grit your teeth and live another day?"
"i've done what i can," the second says, and the grin is wavering. "i dropped my supplies in the run. your lot shut down communications. i have a tourniquet in place, but that's all i can do. i don't have anything else."
the second winces and then moves to tighten the makeshift tourniquet. the two of them are silent for a long time.
"when i die," the second says quietly, "i want to feel glad. whether you're my executioner or witness, i don't care. i want to smile one last time."
the first scoffs and then, with halting motions, sits down.
when the sun rises, there is only the first world traveler, sitting alone by a mound that was once a grave. and leading away from them, light, limping imprints, soon hidden by the wind tousling the grass.
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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Phone doodle of the little guy
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vulturetime · 1 year ago
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When the Stars Were Brighter, a speculative fiction collection by @authoralexharvey — AVAILABLE NOW
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THE SHORTS
The Temple on Cicaro Hill - Born and raised on Cicaro Hill, Muirenn's suffering comes to a head when they remember a simple gift given to them long ago.
Within These Twisted Vines - Isabella is the latest in a lengthening string of missing women. Macy, her best friend/girlfriend/Facebook-Status-It's-Complicated, is desperate to find her.
I Would Enter Haides - When Agape and Aspasia cross paths, it is love at first sight. Alas, it cannot be. Engaged to another, Agape thinks her fate sealed, until a hand in the dark changes everything.
You Are Not This Person Anymore - Resurrected after an untimely death, you struggle with the life you have come back to. What happened to you? Why can't you go back to being the person you once were? And why, after his delight at your return, does your husband continue to scorn you?
Following a Northern Star - As a worker for [COMPANY], Jane's life is thus: piss away the dredges of her mother's death stipend, eat shitty reconstituted meals from the Five-Dollar Store, and try to keep her head down long enough to avoid starting a fight. But when she is selected as a pilot for the next Salvage Suit, a job her mother did prior to her suicide, Jane's life spirals further out of control.
Morning Afters - Quinn's body changes every morning when they wake up to fit their current dysphoric needs. The system works for them—mostly. Thus far, they haven't had a chance to tell their latest friends-with-benefits, electing instead to sneak out in the dead of morning. Today, however, it could all change.
Also includes an ASMLP teaser!
THE LINKS
Goodreads
Info page/Purchase links
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