Jul 16
Played Carrion for the first time and I was immediately hit with an intense feeling of intense and lingering "God I wish my body looked like that" and I have been trying to decode what my brain meant by that for days.
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Played Carrion for the first time and I was immediately hit with an intense feeling of intense and lingering "God I wish my body looked like that" and I have been trying to decode what my brain meant by that for days.
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some quick new carrion refs
It’s literally the same person
Carrion’s favorite colors are yellow and orange because it reminds them of the sun (purple for its favorite times of day, which are twilight and dawn)
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Heres a little sped up version of me making a tinier version of the creature from Carrion into a BitBuddy. I love seeing her tapping away on her little keyboard and mouse on my desktop
TW: pregnancy
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I've been feeling very unwell for days, i did a pregnancy test and got positive. I don't know how to feel, im shocked and completely terrified. My parents are going to kill me, but the fact that Carrion is the dad makes it worth it
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416667/chapters/132601876
It was free. It could breathe. It could bathe. It could bask. And once again, it is shoved into a tiny cell. A prison. A curse. The curse of existence. The curse of survival. The curse of l̶͉͓͌͝ȉ̵̧̗̳͂̍̀f̵͙̙͖̑̑͂̿e̵̢̩͖͔͋͋. It hungers. It writhes. It d̶̠̰͈̟͎̼̜̻̭̯̣̳̘̋̄͛̈́͒͋̃̎̈̏͜͝͝E̴̙͖̫̤͉̜͉͔͗̊̾͆̈́̆͐̋̆͌͝v̶̨̧̧̼̟͔̼̪͉͓͈̭͈͑͋̓̔͋͑͆̃̍͆̈̒̒͜͠͝ͅǑ̴̻̆u̵̙̩̜̩̺̗̤̟̎̇̔̓̃̔̑͝R̵̛̛̞͇͎̩̜̠̞͙̪̦͓̩̗͕̂͗̽̊͛͌̏̔͌̈͜͝ṣ̷̨̧̢͉̜͚͈̖͓̬͖̩̔̌̀̆̎͜.
