The Wild Robot Really Captures The Messages Of Previous Chris Sanders' Filmography (Lilo And Stitch,

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Thanks! I'll probably send it from my regular blog @flockofcrowsinatrenchcoat (accidentally sent the ask from my other account lol)

Hi can I write a shadowpeach fic inspired by/based on your comic? /nf

Sure thing! But please tag me when you doit/ send me the link!

What are yall talking about with a new tumblr update, literally everything looks the exact same to me

@my-soul-stays-silent for your bits and pieces :]

— Nikita Gill

Ppssst dead bugs are free spell ingredients. Find them in the grass, in the window sill or dead in thine shower. They are indeed very useful. So many things thou may use them for dear, really. Perhaps the claws off a cicada shell for protection, parasitical and more pest like creature for cursing, moths for all sorts of whimsical purposes, insect wings for flying business and beetle shell for protection. Now off shall thee go!! To forage with thee!!! (But so be careful dear, don’t touch anything still alive or particularly spikey or colourful).

fuck my stupid gay life i drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was DRY 😭😭😭

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

Daily Dose of Lepidoptera

[Day 85] (FREAKY MOTH FRIDAY)

-Baphomet Moth-

Creatonotos gangis

-White Plume Moth-

Pterophorus monospilalis

-Hag Moth-

Phobetron pithecium