i’ve had these posts looping like this for hours

Bodille does not know to want, she does not know to covet, nor pray the heathen way: through words and asks and barters. She wants nothing, and so she certainly does not want to not kill him, of that much she is certain. He will die by her hand, as is his fate, and she revels in the fact so earnestly it blurs the lines of duty, right and whim. Is that enough? What use would there be in surviving to a rotting world, as its last pair of starving maggots? reward / e4-e5

Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

Words from Clarice Lispector in The Hour of the Star

violence and death and dying and blood and guts and gore and violence and viscera and fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

Everyone say "Thank you Mods"

I've upgraded my Orin art game. especially with hair. I used to not give a damn about shapes, color, details, or presentation. Now I'm hyperfixated on rendering her hair. You can totally tell in my recent stuff