My mothers child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats and the fall of feathers
In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones
I am my mother’s savage daughter…
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"PEBBLE TIME"
2018 → 2024
One of my first ever digital remastered pieces years later! #DeadbyDaylight 🪨
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Chapter 6 of Into The Fog is finally posted!
Sorry for the long wait, I honestly procrastinated. But it's an extra long chapter this time, to make up for the wait! Give it a read if you feel inclined to do so:
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Eli Blanchard
Pronouns: He/him 🏳️🌈
Height: 5’10”
Likes: drumming, coffee, snakes, sketching, horror movies, MCR
Dislikes: Authority, dickheads, being alone, puppets
Eli is a 20-something college dropout working as a coffee barista to support his pride and joy, a mexican black king snake named Gerard. He has dreams of becoming a drummer in the punk rock scene, but as of right now he’s just riding life wherever it takes him.
AU details and reference sheets under the break!
Full body ref:
Tattoo ref (pdf):
AUs:
7 Trials of Habit (tagged as 7toh): This tag will be used for when Eli is blogging in character for the EMH trials he’s part of. Will also be tagged as #//ic posting
Dead by Daylight (tagged as into the fog): This tag will be used for the dbd survivor version of Eli! His perks can be found here.
Dog variant (tagged as ruffin it): alternate version of Eli where he’s a dog for some reason. Further details and references will be linked below when added.
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Into the Fog, Scranton, Pennsylvania
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Image by Rae Rae
Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.
In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.
Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.
We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.
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Brambles
A forest can hide many things within it.
Creeks and waterfalls.
Moss and mushrooms.
Many wondrous things, shiny and bright.
It also holds fears like flies in a web.
Fears of loneliness, of death, oblivion, madness even.
The deeper you go the darker it gets.
Lost you become within the tangles and briars.
I'm losing myself in tangles.
Deeper I go into your forest, no more knowledgeable than before I entered.
I shouldn't even be here, what am I doing?
Chasing the moon through the trees.
Being led to a cliff's edge that I can imagine but do not yet see.
I want to climb your trees, swim through your streams.
My limbs fail me.
Yet I have swam in a sea, vast and dark.
Explored its islands and made it home.
My legs long for travel.
My curiosity gaining the best of me.
I should turn back from the path that beckons.
Perhaps just stay by the edge and admire the beauty of the green from a distance.
Paint a picture of the wandering rivers and rolling, tree studded hills.
Perhaps that will satisfy my wanderlust as I sail upon my sea.
A sea I cherish and find comforting, its waves splashing to and fro.
Light glittering upon it like spilled diamonds.
With just as much life and mystery hidden in its depths as your woods, just different.
My heart fills with joy that your wonders are in this world for others to find.
Even though I fear of the things they could bring to consume you.
Fires and blight, axes and ploughs.
I only hope they see all the little things I see and more.
Hidden deep within those mysterious groves.
*I wrote this a year or two ago I think. Figured I'd share it here
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