this is a painting that i started probably three years ago, and finally decided to come back to and finish! i don't think you need to finish everything you start, but it's rarely too late to return to things if you want t!
[ID copied from alt text: An acrylic painting of a wolf howling over a deep teal background with stars and swirls on it. The painting is impasto, with a textured, vibrant feel. End ID.]
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Vampire!Eclipse x Y/N (SFW) Vampire!Sun, Vampire!Moon
A backwater town has been recently plagued with a series of mysterious murders. As a paranormal investigator you think you know the truth behind these murders. Unfortunately, you are a lot closer to the reality than you should be and it backfires on you. Terribly. A charming stranger turns out to be a vampire and now you're a vampire too. Well, at least it will make a good article for your blog.
Word Count: ~10000
Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death, Smoking, Vomit, Depictions of Illness, Guns
A/N:
I'm happy to see that everyone is already enjoying this story so much. I'm excited to share more with all of you and hope that you continue to have as much fun as me.
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heyo, it's me again 😭this time (and hopefully for the last) i need help raising the money for my dog Harley's surgery on her paw. She tore the nail out of the nail bed which has allowed dirt and bacteria to get under her skin and it's caused a nasty infection that has the wound openly weeping puss.
She was on a long round of antibiotics and I was the cleaning wound out daily with every other day salt soaks and we saw some brief improvement over the last couple of weeks but last night I noticed her limping and when I checked her foot it had swelled back up and started bleeding.
I thankfully already spoke with the vet because we were working to save the money for her procedure, so I have an invoice which you can see here:
It'll be anywhere between 464.70 to 564.70 to get her foot cleaned out. I have $150 of that already saved up, and I will call and schedule her appointment the second I hit my goal.
150/564.70
As always if you can't donate please reblog 😭😭I just want my dog to feel better
AI slop prompters will never feel the exhilaration of drawing fanatically. Time becomes irrelevant. Your body morphs into just a device for devotion. You are devotion. Never blinking. Your heart beat might as well have never began, because you have become a machine for craft. You are every person before you that has ever touched pencil to paper. Your blood sings as you become a singularity. Never blinking. Never breathing. Never hearing. Eyes on paper, hand moving as if pushed and pulled by an unknown force. They will never understand the madness you feel when you enter a state where you do not starve, ache, or think. The moment you snap out of that haze, your hands covered in graphite and your stomach clawing at your insides for sustenance, that's the closest thing to divinity I have ever felt. I chase it even when my body deteriorates. I understand the weakness of my flesh and it does not deter me
I have ecstatic seizures that compell me to write for days. I have touched infinity and it's interesting to see how it seeps through the neural nets in my brain out my fingers onto the keys, and it's even interesting to see how that looks fed back through finely and intentionally tuned, trained, and modulated neural networks on my GPU. I'm better than you at knowing and appreciating what art is.
AI slop prompters like me actually draw too. Literally do know what you're talking about, and it does apply to any creative process. I know better than you cause I'm not an anxious reactionary snob who has decided to cling to the losing side of a battle between artists that has been won by "slop" every single time for all of history. You've told yourself a story about the skill ceiling of generative AI, and the value of the artistic process of using it, and I hope it's some small comfort to you. Keep losing.
Ai ‘Artist’ get so defensive over ‘work’ they didn’t actually do💀 It’s both fascinating and incredibly annoying.
No my dude we ain’t gonna glaze your for thoughts😭
You take your thoughts, your ideas, and force something else to make it for you. You take the easy way out. A real Artist sits as an idea burns through the side of their skull. To get it out the way they envisioned they either have the skill or they go f*cking get it. If they procrastinate, if they don’t chase the skill they need to make their vision a reality, if they don’t make it happen….it eats at them. Some ideas eat at you for YEARS, but not once do we consider the alternative.
Cause the alternative wouldn’t be our idea. It wouldn’t be us. And it’s not you. All Ai art is the same, but each artist at every step of the journey is a unique blend of style, experience, and creativity.
There is no winning or losing in a fight between an AI Artist and a REAL Artist. Because they are not the same. Never have been.
Meta faces damages almost equivalent to its roughly $1.5 trillion market value.
Thirty-three states have banded together to sue Meta, alleging that the company was exploiting its young users on Instagram and Facebook for profit, including by collecting data from children without parental consent. Four of those states—California, New Jersey, Colorado and Kentucky—also claim that the company misled consumers about the addictive design features on the platforms, thereby causing mental health problems in children who got hooked from an early age.
The damages requested by those four states add up to a whopping $1.4 trillion, Meta said in a recent court filing, a figure that would allegedly go even higher with the other penalties the attorneys general seek to add. The number is high by many standards but especially when compared to the company’s market capitalization, which is just above $1.5 trillion.
GOOD. Fucking nuke them from orbit, then piss on the survivors.
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I just got @ in the comment section of this post, and upon further investigation I have found it to be a scam. DO NOT CLICK THE LINK MENTIONED. It is a fake link that will take you to a harmful site, and likely wants to steal your personal information. do not engage.
Here's the blog:
And here was the post.
I repeat, DO NOT ENGAGE. I reported the post and the account as a scam. I'm making this post to alert others so that they don't fall for it, as I saw alot of people pinged in the comments there.
A new Kelpie OC I made! I have yet to name him but I didn't want to go with a plain grey like I usually do so I went for a Flea Bitten Grey! I meant to make this fella walking casually but it just kinda looks like he's loping. Based on a quarter horse image I found online and a ✨ spicy ✨ Chestnut Quarter horse cross I rode recently.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.
Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.
I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.
This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.
They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.
here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was
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Hello! Sorry if this is sent too early in which case I guess save it for the appropriate time. I just saw your rules for the request.
Anyways- Maybe a MC who knows it's TT's bday and is being really helpful and obedient. They take a few more jobs around the circus than usual (don't have to go into detail here & assuming they're already up to date with things) and finally when the night falls and the circus closes, they invite him over for a one on one hangout in their home.
They offer him a backrub with fancy lotion of a scent they know TT will like and some homemade baked Brazilian pineapple (Pineapple cooked with cinnamon apples and sugar. You don't have to go into the details of actually making it.) and things may get a little suggestive... (If you're comfortable with it )
This is late, apologies on this! 😭 And this came out longer than expected but hope you still like it. lol Thank you for the request! 💙
You woke up earlier today than usual. Getting ready with ease, trying to pump yourself up for a busy work day ahead.
Usually working in the circus now was a breeze for you, you were used to your tasks. But today was a special day, it was Ticket Taker birthday. And you wanted to do your best to make it a great and easy day for him.
You performed and finished your tasks well and at record time, even while Harlequin tried to distract you during them all.
Then after a needed small break to recover your energy. You headed to find more stuff to do for others, especially for Ticket Taker.
He noticed you were more chipper than usual. But didn't comment on it. As long as you were doing your work well, and seemed fine, then he had no great concerns.
After another successful night for the circus, and all was properly shut down and closed for the night. And you were able to run back home to do some final preparations for what you had planned tonight. You headed to Ticket Taker tent to talk to him, hoping your plan on mind would work.
Even though he took care of his tasks for the day, and more thanks to your help. He still was able to find new stuff to work on as you found him at his desk, busy flipping through some papers, signing stuff. Clearly focused on work again.
"What can I assist you with, my dear?" He asked before you could speak as you entered his tent. Not lifting his head up from the papers he was reading.
"Um...I just...was wondering if you'd like to come back home with me for tonight, to spend some time together?"
He paused in his actions, finally looking up at you. "A odd request...For what's the occasion?"
"Well...It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you." You said with a nervous smile.
"I'm not quite fond of surprises. You know that. Best to be direct about it, then I'll give you my answer over your question."
You should of expected this, sighing softly as you prepared to give out the surprise. "I wish for us to spend the night together for your birthday."
He was quiet after hearing that, then he set his pen down on the desk and leaned back in his seat. "Just the two of us? Quite a bold request. With how you worded, it it almost sounds as if you're asking me out on a date."
"...And if it was?" You felt more nervous now as your heart started to race.
He picked up on the sound of your heart beating fast, finding amusement from it. "Then I'll say you are quite foolish...But brave to ask."
He looked back at the work before himself. Perhaps a break would be best to re-energize himself...But leaving the circus at such a hour. He knew Jester and the others will be fine, but yet he still worried to leave them alone.
"I'll talk to Jester about this, then I'll get back to you with my answer."
"Oh...Okay." You looked a little disappointed but you understood.
After putting away the work he was currently working on, he rose up from his seat and started to walk out of his tent. "Stay and wait here until I arrive back."
"Yes sir."
You did as you were told, and waited for his arrival back. It didn't take him long to return, as he was now in his human disguise. A clear sign he got the OK to leave, and he was ready to go.
"I take it you don't have much in your home to eat, do you?" He said as he fixed his tie.
"Actually, I bought some groceries for tonight, and more stuff maybe we can use." Your voice trailed off from the last thing you added, making him raise a brow in suspicion.
"Very well. Let's go shall we?" He gestured you to walk first out of his tent, as he followed behind. Then you both started to walk to your home together side by side.
The walk was quiet, peaceful, but you couldn't deny feeling some awkwardness in the moment. Though for Ticket Taker, the silences was perfect to him.
Once you both arrived, you instantly tried to be a good host by offering to take his coat, etc. He accepted your offer, pleased by this hospitality of yours.
He then took quick notice of how clean your home was, more than usual. Everything was in order, you even had a table set up to serve dinner on he suspected.
"Do you want to eat first or...?"
"I had no plans to eat tonight." He admitted. "However, I suspect you cooked something by both how the table is set up...and that aroma in the air. So it would be rude of me to say no at this point I feel."
He smelled something sweet, and familiar.
"Guilty." You chuckled a little as you walked over the oven, then pulled out a pan of baked Brazilian pineapples. "I...I hope they are alright. Pierrot taught me how to cook them but this is the first time I made them on my own."
You gently set the pan on the table, and served a few pieces on a plate for Ticket Taker to try.
He took a seat at the table, accepting the plate with a small "Thank you". He looked at the plate, the smell stronger, as it instantly brought back memories of his past and home land.
Though as he was lost in thought, you stared at him, waiting for him to try it. Finally after snapping himself back to reality, he grabbed a fork and took a piece to try it.
Your heart was racing as you waited for his response. Then he finally looked at you and spoke. "It taste lovely, my dear. I appreciate this very much. Thank you."
You smiled with both joy and relief to hear that, then quickly walked back to the oven to pull something else out. "I also baked muffins!" You said with a smile as you displayed a pan of freshly baked muffins.
He blinked at their reveal, then gave a smile in response. "You seem to know me well."
"Not too well, but I'm learning. Would you like tea or coffee with them?"
"Coffee. You know how I prefer it." You nodded and quickly went to work to get his coffee prepared and served.
Once you gave it to him, you took a seat down at the table, and you both happily ate together for a moment in silence. Until you both felt full or satisfied enough to continue on with other activities.
"And what exactly do you have planned for us tonight? I'm certain it wasn't just to make me embrace my gluttony side, correct?"
"C-correct...But...Could you come to the living room with me?" He raised a brow in curiosity, then nodded as he got up from his seat, then walked to the living room with you.
"That seat with no back, can you sit there please?"
He stared at you for a moment. "Depends, why that seat specifically?"
"It'll be easier to do it if you sit on it."
"Do what exactly? Being vague isn't something I'm fond with, you know."
"R-right...I...I guess I should ask for your permission on this though." You took a deep breath in, before speaking. "May I give you a back rub?"
His eyes widened at your request, and he took a moment to process your question before responding. "A back rub does sound nice to have right now. Very well, you may."
He walked to the seat you asked him to sit on as he removed tie, and unbutton his shirt a little to give himself more freedom to breathe and relax.
Instantly your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, wondering if he was just doing it that way by habit, or on purpose to tease you.
Once he was seated, he waited for you to begin. You felt nervous now as his back was faced to you, as he stared ahead, quiet and motionless.
"Just take it slow, and don't forget to breathe." He told you, making you blush.
"I--I know! I just--Just tell me if it hurts or feels wrong, okay?"
"I will." He said without missing a beat. Then you finally placed your hands on his shoulders. Lightly starting to knead and massage his shoulders. He let out a slow breath in response, and you were hoping he'll relax but he still felt stiff and tense.
"You're stressed..." You commented.
"It'll be unusual for me not to be."
"Right..." You forced a small chuckle in response, but knew there was nothing funny about it. You only felt sad over it and over him. Though tried to focus on giving him a proper massage.
You felt him shift a moment, as something you did made him react. Then you gave that spot more attention, as he lightly hummed. "Don't be scared to press a little harder."
"I...Okay...Just...Feel like it's difficult to do it with your shirt on."
He was quiet for a moment, motionless...Then he started to move to unbutton and remove his shirt.
"W-wait what are you--" Before you could finish your sentence, he was now shirtless, making your face red in response.
"Is this better?"
"Y-yes but...Is it fine to you?"
"What do you mean?" He turned to look at you.
"I...I know how you truly look like. You can...be in that form instead, if you prefer it."
He was silent as he stared at you, then he reached a hand out, grabbing your wrist. "Are you certain you wish to both see and touch me in that form?"
You stared at him, then nodded your head once to say yes.
He gazed into your eyes for a moment, then closed his eyes as he slowly started to change his form to the monster he truly was. Instantly he grew in height and size, then he sat back down.
"Continue." He ordered this time.
"D-do you mind if I use lotion? I promise, you'll like it...I hope..."
"Yes, you may. If anything, I would recommend it now."
You smiled and grabbed a bottle of lotion with a scent you were hopefully certain he'll like. He instantly picked up the pleasant scent as you applied some to your hands, then rubbed them together to spread it nice and evenly. Then you finally got back to work as you started to massage him, with better effort this time.
Instantly he shuddered at the feeling of your hands on him, and he felt himself growing more relaxed as you massaged his back. Then he started to slowly lean in into your touch.
"Hmm...Perhaps I should make you do this more often." He said in a soft low tone. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the special attention given to him.
"If you'd like it. I'd be happy to do this and more for you."
He opened his eyes. "More?" He pulled away from you, turning his body around to look at you again. "What more can you do for me? Tell me?"
He sounded more serious as he kept his eyes fixed on you. Scanning your every movement, expression change, reaction...and listening closely to your heart.
He wanted to hear it beat faster.
"I...I uh...Perhaps other types of massages? I can learn..."
"Other types of massages huh? To relax me correct? To help me release the stress that constantly ails me?"
"...Y-yes."
He chuckled at your response. Then grabbed your arm, to pull you in closer, he was rough but still gentle enough to not harm you. "You never fail to intrigue me. Though you know, there are other ways to help me relieve stress..."
He placed his hands on the sides of your waist, as they slowly snaked around you. "Ways that can both help each other out...Since I am certain you too as well deal with constantly stress. Especially now...after working endlessly today just to please and keep me satisfied."
He pulled you in closer, whispering into your ear. "It may be my birthday, but I am still allowed to give others gifts as well if desired. Would you accept mine, as a show of thank you for your hard work?~"
Your heart skipped a beat, starting to race hard and fast. You tried to get your words out but couldn't as you felt frozen now.
But he could tell what you wanted to say, he could hear it through your body alone...He knew and he didn't bother for a verbal response as he pulled back, looking into your eyes. Then leaned in to press his lips against yours.
You felt like your breath was taken away from that kiss alone, then you kissed him back. Shy at first, but as he kissed again, and you returned it, soon your fears washed away until you were both in a heated moment.
He pulled you in to make you sit on his lap. While he slowly trailed his hand up and down your thigh, rubbing it softly, teasingly enough to stimulate you through subtle touches. Which started to work as you kissed him more deeper, moaning softly in response as you mounted his leg, pressing yourself against his thigh.
He chuckled in the kiss, then grabbed your hips, making you move and rub against him. You responded by repeating the motion yourself, as you felt yourself grow more hotter and excited. All while he himself grew more aroused by the moment too as he felt himself grow hard from your actions.
"I had plans to leave early tonight, you know?" He said as he pulled back for a moment, making your eyes widen in fear. "But now...?" He leaned his head in to your neck, softly kissing it, then took a bite, sinking his teeth into you. As his eyes glowed from the taste of your blood slipping into his mouth. While he lowly growled in the bite, as his teeth sunk in deeper.
You whimpered in response, holding on to him for support. Until he slowly released his bite on you. "But now...I don't plan on leaving until we're both satisfied~." He slowly licked the blood off your neck that he drew from you from his bite, making you shiver and softly moan.