william wilson stole my irises and intestines

i am kouvi on this blog (pronounced "koh-vee") and probably five thousand other unnamed anomalies

suspected schizotypal-autistic + ocd. very likely clinically eccentric but i cannot trust the united states' hivemind perception of diagnoses and screenings

minor but of teen age

this is an art blog full of any art i deem odd enough to place on here, and not normal enough to place on my main

i really like details, eyes, horror, mythology, paranormality, psychology, forensics, analog horror, et cetera

i have no clue how often i'll present my works here. motivation / ambition is seldom to none if not for my interests. and get used to my wonderful borderline-foreign vernacular and vocabulary

my lifeblood has been sucked from rui kamishiro, x 🐁, the narrator from the tell-tale heart, okazaki hanano, and agnes tachyon

asking questions is encouraged. don't be shy. Hey Say Something To Me, I'm Talking Louder

strawpage which is atypical since it is indigo themed and not kouvi themed

one day i'm gonna have a tag list, strawpage, and probably commissions strawpage on here

connection so closely intertwined is such a cloyingly human concept but one visage of me can't help romanticizing the whole ordeal to the degree of disillusionment with interaction as a whole. and what does he do if he cannot mirror the tethering of man? he makes a world of his own but can't even take his battered legs, pick them up in time with the metronome, and make works to even look at his wonders in real time, in the real environment his physical body has gotten to know well. no parents, no identifiers, no local fellow-creatures, just a representative of "he" and the ever changing, stormy sky outside that backyard-facing window

all he can do for the most part is daydream like some freelancing storyteller with a clamor of stories and engaged media locked behind the firewall of mind. a firewall that stretches out past the walls of that tiny childhood room where he lay now and the old terrible house of brick and wood and extending out with arms of open wounds to the mere friendly contacts i've either kept in the treasury or cannot bear to be roped with anymore in a lethargic pang of shame

★ i feel like she looks a lot better with a series of warm hues along with her pinks, considering the heat and light spectrum is full of it. also is a femme lesbian in my books so woop de do lesbians color

★ the embroidered stars n her shoulder pads looking like sun rays are meant to add onto the light theme. this goes likewise to the pattern on her chest resembling a plasma ball and the orange-yellow strips resembling lightning bolts (she needs sam to make lightning though but i digress)

★ amy's theming is mainly knight related because i compare her personality a lot to don quixote, see here, and whether i mean the limbus or original i do not care

indigo is the character who molds into the crevasses of society within the internet universe. a cave

kouvi is the character who presents on the internet but fits inside their own little glass-house. a labyrinth

this will get moved to intro when i make more posts. plus links added

kouvi's generalization -> general posts with no ascertained theme

kouvi's common education system -> educational posts. could be info about me or my characters

kouvi's attention span -> hyperfixations that send my brain into smithereens

kouvi's handicraft gallery -> art posts; larger works

kouvi's squiggles -> doodles, wips, & sketches

kouvi's laughterhouse -> shitposts & memes

kouvi's thespians and troupers -> oc posts, plus oc tags

kouvi's desolation -> vent posts that could be comorbid with other post types