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This is the newest cover art for my in-progress self story, (Un)Reality. A story told through different characters, monsters, and even worlds.
I'm also working on a soundtrack for this project, which is essentially the backbone of the whole thing. As such, I made a 1x1 album art version of this piece too, along with some extra versions of the art, all under the cut~
In one's mind there exist two worlds: Reality and Unreality
Reality exists in real life. It is everything there is to physically experience. Every real place you've been, every person you've met, every memory of events you retain. There is only one Reality. It cannot be totally manipulated, but sometimes distorted. One's existence in body relies on Reality.
Unreality is a completely different place. It is a world which exists only in thought, fantasy, or creation. It is a vast universe, with separate worlds, or Realms, within it, each differing immensely in aesthetics and mental functionality. This world can be somewhat bent to the inhabitant's will, and it serves as a home to the mind, or minds, of one's physical form...
...along with the occasional monsters.
(un)reality
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eaPSXWk by houndoom “They never really talked about it, what they were doing– not the way you’re supposed to. It was something happened, the same way fighting and killing happened. What they were doing was part of surviving this place. Didn’t need an explanation, didn’t need a name. It was just part of how they were there for each other. Dean wasn’t any good with words, anyway. This was better. This was easy.“ ____________ Dean’s been taking the easy way out. It’s not really what he wants. Words: 5527, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Season/Series 08, Purgatory, Pre-Relationship, Angst, Resentment, Homophobic Language, toxic, Canon Typical Destiel Communication Issues, Benny/Cas Rivalry, Choking, it’s wrong but holy hell is it erotic, Infidelity If You Squint, not really a dean/benny fic im sorry read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eaPSXWk
The Sinkhole
A sinkhole that appeared 72 days ago in the center of town has significantly grown in size. Some homes were engulfed immediately with the collapse and were destroyed. Some crumbled and tilted and stood for a period of time, but now have fallen. Some homes still stand. Some of these standing homes have been deemed unlivable. Some standing homes remain livable due to their distance from the current location of the sinkhole’s edge. Some homes deemed unlivable are in fact still lived in, for the inhabitants refuse to leave. Some homes, although deemed livable, have been vacated, for the inhabitants refuse to stay. Some of the inhabitants that refuse to leave their unlivable homes are doing so because they have no choice. Some are doing so because they know their house will never fall. Some of the inhabitants that refuse to stay in their livable homes are doing so because they’ve seen their neighbors’ homes fall. Some are doing so because they know their house will inevitably fall as well. Some inhabitants remaining in the town stand at the edge of the hole, taking pictures and taunting the hole. Some inhabitants have hardly noticed the hole, for their home treats them as it always has. Some are already planning for when the hole has settled and is no longer in danger of expanding. Some are discussing a circular road to run alongside the outer edge of the hole. Some do not like the extra time it would take to drive this road and are drafting plans for a bridge to cross it.Some think about refilling the hole, but these thoughts are quickly dismissed as idealistic. by Nicolet Schenck
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trying to breathe through a plastic bag
my pronouns are xim and thulu because some days i wake up feeling like an old god who’s been awoken to reap the souls of the human race but most days i am just a cisgendered male your appearance is definitely more feminine but the fact is you were born with a penis. I do however think that you look very pretty in your feminine form, i would be trying to get all up in that ass, take it as a compliment i’d still hit you though, you xe/they/them/foxkin/yiffster
you’re not a female dude that’s fucked you can’t just call yourself a girl and match with guys that’s fucked. if i knew you, id be on my way to your house to knock you the Fuck out for even making this possible, you made me almost throw up keep that shit away from me or you’ll regret it.
armor-
the act of hot gluing sequins to my pink blistered arms taping needles to my skin praying to some weird mormon god that they won’t poke my cratered flesh taking bubble wrap and stitching it to my ribs needle threaded with barbed wire slashing silk into my fingertips stabbing until everything is slinky red and glittering and gone a joseph smith-ian tar and feathering but with hot pink tar and peacock feathers sewing each fringe over my bones until no body is left no body is left
by Austen Shumway
Dad
My father ran a golf course, Is self-conscious about his hair, and racked up a lot of debt: a failed, stupid businessman. My mother suspects that he doesn’t pay his taxes; She worked and made all the money, And read to us when we were kids. My father’s cruelty was blunted By his complete, utter weakness When he stood next to my mother. I woke up and my stomach wrenched At the sight of a man like my father, Who is diseased and parasitic, and triumphant. by Joe
by Nan Genger