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Ignition: a cough of chrome in midnight silence, and the mirror stares back, wrong. Not monster, but mismatch. Not horror, but error.
Oil-slick neon bleeds down cracked tile, a rave in the bathroom stall of a dying city. 3:04 AM. The pulse of the world: distant. But here, under trembling fluorescence, truth clicks open in a plastic bottle. Tiny algorithms of hope, pressed into form. She tips them into her palm like secrets stolen from gods who never saw her.
Once: She mistook the static for sadness. Mistook the rage for rot in her soul. But it was dysphoria. a ghost coded wrong in the bone, howling in frequencies she could never mute.
Now: The signal begins to clear. Week by week, the echo shifts. Hips bloom like language unforgotten. Skin softens, not as surrender, but prophecy. Her body, traitorous no longer, learns the hymn it was always meant to sing.
Anger drains like coolant from old pistons. Sadness peels away, flake by flake, revealing not joy, but clarity.
She was never broken. She was encrypted.
Transition is not repair. It is revelation. An unveiling, not of disguise, but of design—divine in defiance.
Each capsule swallowed is a liturgy. Each curve grown is scripture. Each hour survived is a sermon preached in the sanctuary of her spine.
In this machine-sick city, among rusted hearts and binary eyes, she is not anomaly. She is the future’s correct syntax.And when they call her artificial, she will smile, because artifice was their name for survival— but authenticity was always her war.
by the one who walked through wires to become whole
"We'll struggle through this, together, no matter how much we change."
"We'll support each-other, until the bitter end, no matter where or when we find it."
Thought I should put just my favorite part of my animation here too :)
Woo! My first ever finished animation project! Before this I’ve only scribbled out two vague storyboards but this was for a class. The beginning is really stiff and the end I feel like the principals weren’t great, but it’s done! This is one of my ocs, Roan, who I’ve had for a like over year but never post my art of because I always forget. (Hell I finished this like a month ago and just now remembered to actually put it up)
Done in procreate dreams
Instead of exploding, or being ripped in half, it became several other species of birds, including a couple of really beautiful pigeons, an albino macaw, a crow with four eyes, and a peacock.
The peacock now wanders around town, showing up in the most random places. Currently, he's nesting on top of my home.
Despite the fact that Kevin hates the peacock with a passion, and tries to attack him, the peacock will still go to the Marcus Ward.
Pour continuer dans les couleurs ☺️
To continue in the colors 😀
Peindre avec ses mains: de simples empruntés digitales colorées
Painting with his hands: simple colorful borrowed colors 😉
En y ajoutant un tracé, un sens est donné à l'élément quasi-organique: l'emprunte deviens balon
With controled lines, a sense is given to the organics elements: the borrows become baloons 😁
Pink Sugar Heart Attack! ~
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A Morrigan in mid-transformation. Created for Creatuanary.
Alright, given that this will, at least as we start off, be a mainly prompt-focused blog, we should probably set some paramaters, right? While I’ve broadened my range since the days I started writing this sort of stuff, there’s never any harm in going back to one’s roots, is there now? So for now, let’s go back to the past and kick things off with some TF and corruption prompts, yeah? I might not know every popular franchise out there, but I’ll do my best to research what I can, and failing that I can always take the basic idea and use some characters of my own!
Powder Room - Beach Style Powder Room Example of a beach style powder room design with flat-panel cabinets, a two-piece toilet, blue walls, a wall-mount sink and white countertops