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There are ghosts in my bloodstream
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.

( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )

I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
without gagging;
limb by steady limb.

Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;

I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Clearly I didn't get these words from my mother.
I'm adopted.

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Taylor Swift

Please do not steal or claim as your own! If you use for ANY reason, please credit.
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Cosplayer : JASPER Z & Puffin
Character : Miqo'te & Lalafell

Photo by Shiroi
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enjoying christmas by playing with slaves (^__^)b
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Here's my entry for the Gears 3 Contest.

I initially wanted to do a more grotesque and brutal theme for this same subject matter, but then I read the rules. :/

So i tried to stick with my initial idea but make it more of an homage than a bloodbath.

This image was painted in about 3 days, almost 4. Differentiating from my normal workflow, I used absolutely no line work on this. I just started blocking in the forms and rendered them. It was a fun process that i want to do more often.

Download for full-res!

I will upload some higher-res crops of this image after the contest, so check my gallery.

Good luck to all in the contest, I've seen some pretty awesome stuff so far.

Anthony, Ben, and Clayton Carmine.

Brothers to the End
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It what i'd do tbh...
<3 Edward Cullen
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model: Olga
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A collboration between me and the talented musician Foxamoore.

It's a story about 2 orphans who look out for one another, reminding each other the good times they had with their parents even though it was short-lived.

Link to music here: www.furaffinity.net/view/10051094/
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                            So love is a funny thing.

It sweeps you off your feet. It sweeps out your insides. It sweeps away everything else, whether you like it or not.
Falling in love is like falling into a cloud.
At first, it's not scary, no. It's beautiful. You're up high- so blissfully high- with billowing pushes and pulls of gorgeous white around you. At first, it's the most amazing thing you could ever think of. You could ever feel. The kind of feeling that can't be induced by the most potent drug. The kind of feeling that lifts you above all else, annihilates any ailments you'll ever have.
You collide with a beautiful array of a winter wonderland, a world of soft, divine dreams, an end to your hardships. Suddenly anything is possible. Suddenly, everything is possible.
And then you keep falling.
You don't realize it. Your vision, your heart, your life- it's laden with the fabric of glee and carelessness and no problems at all. And then it starts to thin. Things are still bright. They're still amazing. The sun still shines.
But things get worse.
Maybe a wistful glance from him, maybe a little less comfort of the downy mattress of sky pressing against you. Maybe a sour word or two, maybe a complete hole plummeting you deeper into that white snowy world.
And then it's all blue.
And you realize you're going down.
And oh, is it beautiful. Oh, is it sad.
But you're falling.
Not in love.
Not out of love.
Away from love.
So you curse the cloud, you curse the world, and you curse him. You curse him with everything you have. Your flailing body expels regrets like venom. You say things that shouldn't be said- that shouldn't be heard.
You don't know what you want, you'll never know what you want.
Because then he's gone.
And you realize it's all your fault.

You wanted this.

So why does looking at his body, dead, limbs splayed out on either side, torn off, make you sick? Why do the writhing white creatures that overtake his carcass make you angry? Why do his glassy, beautiful eyes that no longer see make you want to cry?

You told him to leave.

You wanted this.

I wanted this.

I told him to die.

And yet, standing there, looking at him, in a pool of blood, I could not feel one pang of satisfaction. Even as the draped crimson ribbons glistening in the white moon blinded me. I couldn't feel anything. I had got my wish.
I wanted it-
And now he's gone.
With a crack of ivory bones, I've fallen back to the dirt.
Anyone that knows me probably has read this. I use it for every RP application. It is my favorite, after all... not too good. But I enjoy it.
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