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Wtf I wish I could just float and rotate in place (gyrating I think that's what it's called)
We live in a SICK WORLD 💔
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Amalgamation
A/n: hey guys this is just a practice write from the pov of my character Edenia! I apologize for any errors in advance English isn't my first language :)
TWs for Graphic descriptions, negative body image and overall melancholic vibes
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I collapse and breathe sporadically in an attempt to save myself, brace myself for what’s about to happen. My feverishly hot face slams against the cold, unfeeling dirt; my mouth waters and starts foaming as I choke on my regurgitated bile.
My arms—the bones inside them crack and snap and bend and extend in an attempt to escape the body attached to them.
I curl into myself and grasp my abdomen; my eyes screw shut; I feel the stinging, acidic sensation in my throat; my stomach, I feel it expanding and contracting like my organs are. My ribs threaten to flay open and expose my inner workings. They’re—they’re moving inside me. I feel them. They drag themselves against my fat, muscles, bones.
My eyes begin to burn, and I feel half-alive. Half-conscious.
Inhuman.
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I awake with a gasp.
Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere.
They remind me what I have become.
I chose this life. I chose to be this way. I chose this.
Two sets of eyes bore into me.
My main set of eyes are matte black. My second set is much the same; they stare at me with a little speck of white in the middle.
Try as I might to show emotions through them—anger, dread, disappointment, anything— they refuse.
I shift my gaze up towards my horns. The familiar curves and length are absent. In their place is a pair of jagged, frantic antlers. One of them is over-grown, and it makes my head lean to the left. I blink slowly and cautiously. If I’m quick to look away, to refuse this image, I am nothing.
I do not want to be nothing.
I make sure to burn my reflection behind my eyelids.
I open them and study myself again. Pointed ears. Long nose. Wide, gaping mouth. It appears as if it’s smiling. An anatomical trick. I’m sure of it.
I turn my head slowly, and reveal that my muzzle was designed to tear bone from sinew; muscle from cartilage. It juts out from my face, followed by my nose and chin.
I face myself again, and my gaze lands on my body. My arms are long, a horrible imitation of a human's. They're ugly. My hands, fingers, and nails aren't... they aren't acceptable either.
My ribs protrude from my torso, decorated with fine strips of flesh. Within them is a pile of organs. They might have served a purpose once.
My legs are the only stability I feel. Cloven hooves plant themselves firmly into the soft ground.
My eyes land on the fleshy, meaty masses on my back. A few feathers cling onto them.
I look at my face and examine myself again.
I am something.
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Amalgamation
A/n: hey guys this is just a practice write from the pov of my character Edenia! I apologize for any errors in advance English isn't my first language :)
TWs for Graphic descriptions, negative body image and overall melancholic vibes
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I collapse and breathe sporadically in an attempt to save myself, brace myself for what’s about to happen. My feverishly hot face slams against the cold, unfeeling dirt; my mouth waters and starts foaming as I choke on my regurgitated bile.
My arms—the bones inside them crack and snap and bend and extend in an attempt to escape the body attached to them.
I curl into myself and grasp my abdomen; my eyes screw shut; I feel the stinging, acidic sensation in my throat; my stomach, I feel it expanding and contracting like my organs are. My ribs threaten to flay open and expose my inner workings. They’re—they’re moving inside me. I feel them. They drag themselves against my fat, muscles, bones.
My eyes begin to burn, and I feel half-alive. Half-conscious.
Inhuman.
___________
I awake with a gasp.
Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere.
They remind me what I have become.
I chose this life. I chose to be this way. I chose this.
Two sets of eyes bore into me.
My main set of eyes are matte black. My second set is much the same; they stare at me with a little speck of white in the middle.
Try as I might to show emotions through them—anger, dread, disappointment, anything— they refuse.
I shift my gaze up towards my horns. The familiar curves and length are absent. In their place is a pair of jagged, frantic antlers. One of them is over-grown, and it makes my head lean to the left. I blink slowly and cautiously. If I’m quick to look away, to refuse this image, I am nothing.
I do not want to be nothing.
I make sure to burn my reflection behind my eyelids.
I open them and study myself again. Pointed ears. Long nose. Wide, gaping mouth. It appears as if it’s smiling. An anatomical trick. I’m sure of it.
I turn my head slowly, and reveal that my muzzle was designed to tear bone from sinew; muscle from cartilage. It juts out from my face, followed by my nose and chin.
I face myself again, and my gaze lands on my body. My arms are long, a horrible imitation of a human's. They're ugly. My hands, fingers, and nails aren't... they aren't acceptable either.
My ribs protrude from my torso, decorated with fine strips of flesh. Within them is a pile of organs. They might have served a purpose once.
My legs are the only stability I feel. Cloven hooves plant themselves firmly into the soft ground.
My eyes land on the fleshy, meaty masses on my back. A few feathers cling onto them.
I look at my face and examine myself again.
I am something.
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My friend told me to make deviled eggs and she told me to mix mayo and mustard and the little thingies inside the eggs and make it into a paste and put it back into the egg
After eating them I feel like throwing up help me??? What did I do wrong???
#IM MEXICAN I DONT KNOW THE WHITE PEOPLE FOOD#WAS I SUPPOSED TO PUT THEM IN THE FRIDGE???#my sister in law had them at her thanskgiving party a couple years ago the deviled eggs were bomb asf but i forgot what she put in them
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PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.
you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.
to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.
to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.
if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. but you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)
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This. I have not seen ANY videos/pictures/media showing destroyed buildings in israel like I have seen in Palestine. We have seen Palestine being totally leveled: bombed hospitals, houses, schools, everything. But you know what I have not seen? The same in israel. And do not even try to say "oh khamas controls israels media!!!". How? Because thats makes you sound like an antivaxxer flatearther 💀 so your opinion is automatically worthless and waste of space.
Like people make it sound like what happened on oct 7 was like The Rumbling yet I havent seen anything of that level. Yet you could think that it happened in Palestine because of all the evidence.
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More of edenia (sobs)
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*gently hands this to u*
I would like to present my lesbin demon lady oc 🥰 her name is Edenia and she eats people 🩷🩷 I've been working on her backstory for a couple of months now but I still have a lot to get thru so here's this sketch
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so when arcane season 2 drops is basically when i’ll be revived see y’all next year
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Thinking about season 2 Arcane and I just know someone very dear is gonna die
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