An Ode To My Womb

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A No Idea Day

Ok, so this is probably won't be continued and will be small fic that I wrote on a whim. Hope y'all enjoy and if you want me to do more, tell me in the comments

It was late afternoon and the world seemed to be slipping past her. Every second was speeding by, while she sat in her chair in front of her small laptop, trying to write.

"If I leave my grin behind, remind me

we're mad here, and it's ok. . . ."

Cheshire Kitten (We're All Mad Here) had been continuously repeating through her headphones for the past 2 hours, mainly because she thought it would help her think. Her hunch had obviously been unsuccessful. She was supposed to be writing a story for a competition, but when she finally had the time to actually sit down and write, she lost all of her ideas. The ideas, she had been brimming with for weeks, all drained from her skull the minute she opened up a document. How pathetic was that.

She had finished all of her work for the week, all her chores were done, and she had some brain food in front of her in hopes that it would give her brain a much needed boost. She was playing a new Spotify playlist, finding the perfect song to get lost in and she momentarily had flash of an idea. And for 7 glorious minutes, she wrote something. It seemed to be greatest work as she feverishly typed, but she noticed she had lost her train of thought the minute she thought that. As she went over the document, she saw plot holes and inconsistencies throughout her storyline. Crap, she muttered to herself. In moment of pure anger, she hit control A and deleted everything.

She finally gave up around 7pm. She made herself dinner, scrolled through her social media and binged a few games on her phone, and watched a couple hours of Netflix. I have 2 more weeks till the deadline, she thought as she headed to bed after finishing the 2nd season of Hilda. Hey, it may have been a kid's show but it was entertaining and the graphics were awesome. She face planted into her soft mattress and started to drift off when inspiration struck her.

Fall Showers

Welcome back to my random bits of sporadic inspiration

Hope y’all enjoy as I finally write some stuff about fall. (I know, I know. It’s about damn time.) Hope y’all enjoy!

I sit under an old ash tree on a secluded hill. Its leaves are a kaleidoscope of yellows and oranges, sunlight dancing to and fro in the small crevices their fallen comrades have left behind. I take a deep sip from my thermos of hot tea, inhaling the steam and earthy smell of the leaves. I look out at the small town I’ve known all my life. Small wooden houses with different hues of red and blue roofs surrounded by the early dusk fog. It’s coming. I grab my things and race from my perch to town. To shelter. I don’t want it to find me. I can’t let it find me. Once I reach the bottom of the hill, I hear a deep, rough growl rumble. I freeze, knowing I should be running, screaming, fighting, or anything other than standing still. I shake myself out of my fear but I’m too late. I feel a cold, sharp edge run into my abdomen and I see my legs run out from under me. I fall to the ground, desperately clawing myself away from it. The world goes black as I notice the leaves falling around me. At least I think- I hope they’re leaves. Let me have this calm fall day as I leave this earthly plain. . . .

Free Palestine

melissa barrera (the actress who got fired from the scream franchise for being pro palestine) has started a fundraiser with unrwa!

Abyss pt. 2

Hey guys, I literally just made two separate posts for this one thing b/c of the 

✨ ✨aesthetic ✨ ✨

Hope y’all don’t mind

I dance on the edge of nothingness and somethingness

I have no voice, no face, no body, no home

No one to turn to, no one to hold, or have hold me

I have watched as the people waste what they have

I have watched as they destroy their beautiful world

Now I say, no more

Update

if anyone followed musicallover86, that account was my spare but the email got wonky and I had to delete the account so I’m reposting all of my old stuff here!

So I’ll start off with my first ones

Bumps In the Night

Just to clarify, I didn’t make this au. The idea came from the amazing #anteonix and I just made a fic based off their idea.

Please check out their page, it’s really great.

Patton was terrified of the dark. Every average 8 year-old is scared of the dark, but Patton was deathly afraid of it. It didn’t help that he knew that there was a giant shadow monster under his bed. He found out when his night light fizzed out and he was already pretty scared, but then everything got even worse than he thought it could. A giant hand, no claw was creeping out from the bottom of his bed. Patton screamed and brought his mother running into his room, turning on the lights. He ran to her and spent the rest of the night in her room. The next day, his mother had gotten him a new blue, heart-shaped night light while he’s at school and spend the afternoon baking cookies together. Now Patton was ready to bribe, make friends with the scary monster under his bed.

Virgil was dying inside. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He never meant to scare Patton, he was trying to comfort him when his night light died. But Virgil conveniently forgot that trying to stroke the poor kid’s head with his giant shadow claw would do more harm than good. Now he had probably traumatized the poor kid for life.

Armed with half of the cookies he and his mother made earlier in the day, Patton solemnly trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. It was painted a light blue from wall to ceiling, with drawings and photos of family and friends hung on every wall. He had a small shelf full of Disney books and movies, perfect for when his friends Logan and Roman came over. And then there was his bed. It had sky blue, white polka-dotted covers and fluffy white pillows, making it resemble blue and white marshmallow. But if you looked closely, there was a dark spot under the bed. Not just your typical darkened area underneath the bed, this one seemed alive. Once, Patton could have sworn he saw eight purple eyes open up when he turned off the light in his room. He stepped into his room and turned off the lights, but he was careful to leave his door open so that some light still shone in from the hallway. He shuddered apprehensively as he bent down and pushed the plate of cookies he had been carrying earlier towards the small crevice under his bed. “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” he began awkwardly. “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” The words could have been more elegantly put, he could have asked Logan at school but he ended up forgetting due to worrying about getting eaten alive if the cookies didn’t work. But it wasn’t bad, he felt confident that he had made his point and could only hope that the peace offering, gift would be accepted.

What the heck? Virgil thought as a plate the size of a small country was pushed slowly to the space under Patton’s bed where he spent most of his time. The appeared to be chocolate chip and smelled heavenly.  “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” came a small voice. Virgil instantly perked up, that was Patton’s voice but what was this kid doing?  “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” Oh, thought Virgil as he looked at the plate again. This was a peace offering from Patton. This is new, Virgil thought to himself as he slowly materialized a limb to bring the plate closer to him. He made sure that it wasn’t huge or terrifying, and the light from the open door helped him form a smaller appendage with much more ease than forming one in complete darkness. He dragged the plate under the bed and ate a cookie in one crunch. Man, this is the best house I’ve lived in, he thought to himself. The cookies tasted even better than they smelled and would probably appease any monster. Virgil made sure to chewed loudly so that Patton could hear him and hopefully interpret this as friendship/peace offering accepted. Virgil finished the plate in about 3 minutes at most and slowly pushed the plate back to the small child.

It had to have been at least 3 minutes when the plate came back empty. Patton had heard loud chewing and crunching from under the bed, so he hoped that that meant his gift was accepted. He let out a mental sigh of relief and picked up the plate. “Glad you liked them,” he said, a little more chipper than he felt before. “Since we had never been properly introduced, my name’s Patton. What’s yours?”

Virgil almost choked on his last bit of cookie. Patton was asking for his name. The thought of it would have put him in hysterics a few minutes ago, but now he was utterly speechless. He hoped his voice didn’t sound to raw as he mumbled, “Virgil. My name is, Virgil.” “Nice to meet you, Virgil” Patton replied. “I guess this means we’re friends now!” The words almost made Virgil laugh. Either this kid was being sincere or he was secretly some sorcerer trying to kill him. The latter seemed impossible since Patton didn’t even know about his existence until know and Virgil hadn’t witnessed any secret spell casting or books of magic. “I guess we are then,” he said at last.

“I guess we are then.“ Patton had never felt so overjoyed. The monster under his bed, Virgil, didn’t want to eat him and now they were friends. He surprised when Virgil actually responded because he had thought maybe he couldn’t speak and need a pen and paper. But hearing the faint and slightly rough voice proved that that wouldn’t be necessary. Now, Patton jumped on to his bed and proceeded to ask Virgil all sorts of questions. Where was he from? How long had he been living under Patton’s bed? Were there other monsters like him? Virgil seemed to be surprised at his sudden talkativeness but mostly answered his questions into the night.

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image 1: Text says: commissions for Palestine. there is an image of the artist on their drawing tablet.

image 2: Text says: $1-$5 Lined Chibi. $7 for flat monochrome. $9 flats and rendering. Drawings of Kim Dokja from omniscient reader and the pokemon Deino are used as examples.

image 3: Text says: $15 lined fullbody. +$7 per extra character (up to 3 characters total). The example is a drawing of Lee Jihye from omniscient reader.

image 4: Text says: Comics. $50 for full page or $25 for half. Up to 3 pages. Must provide script. a page of comic titled solitude, starring Kim Dokja and Lee Seolhwa, and a half page of a comic starring Han Sooyoung and Dokja are used as examples.

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I'm reopening commissions for Palestine. I will draw you something if you donate to any of these (note that gofundmes require you to donate at least 5 of whichever currency the fund is using):

The Gofundme's and other fundraisers on this masterlist

Helpgazachildren's Gofundme

Esims for Gaza (or this crowdfund to donate esims)

The Municipality of Gaza's life for Gaza campaign

Though I'm focusing on these 4 for these commissions, if you donate to other verified fundraisers for Palestine/funds for people on the ground, or to verified fundraisers for Sudan or Congo, I'll also draw you something.

guidelines/other info:

Turnaround of around 1 month for lined chibis, 2 months for fullbodies, and 4-6 months for comics. I will update you as soon as I have a sketch (approx 2 weeks for chibis, 1 month for fullbodies and comic thumbnails), or if there are any delays.

Please include a visual reference or detailed text description of the character(s) you want drawn, unless I've drawn them before and you're okay with me going with my design.

For comics please provide a script. I can work with prose, or with a description of the page. It doesn't need to be a formal script, but please don't just tell me the characters you want in it and expect me to go from there.

I can draw OCs, mechas, and furries.

I won't draw anything nsfw, or real people without their permission.

personal use only

I reserve the right to refuse a commission and may ask you to choose something else. If you want to know in advance if I'll take it, feel free to DM or send an ask.

To get a commission, DM me on this account or email me at desklamprey @ gmail.com with a link to where you donated (if it is from a masterlist, let me know which one also), a screenshot of the receipt of your donation made after this post was made (6/18/24 at around 1 am PST), and the details about your request. please censor any personal information in the receipt.

if you want to commission me for a medium not listed on this post (ex: acrylic paintings, traditionally inked art) contact me with the medium and your request and I'll let you know if I can do it and for how much.

no set amount of slots, but i'll turn off reblogs when commissions are closed

GC characters as random fuckin lyrics from songs I like because I make QUALITY CONTENT on this here blog and don't just milk the same 'x as y' format over and over again no siree

Andrey: "There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord." -Soldier, Poet, King, The Oh Hellos

Natasha: "My youth is yours, trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls. My youth is yours, run away now, and forever more." -YOUTH, Troye Sivan

Sonya: "As the world comes to an end, I'll be there to hold your hand." -King and Lionheart, Of Monsters And Men

Marya: "I chIMED IN WITH A 'HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING A GODDAMN DOOR?" -I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Panic! At The Disco

Anatole: "if 'I love you' was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest?" -idontwannabeyouanymore, Billie Eilish

Helene: "We're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play. They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets." -Coming Down, Halsey

Dolokhov: "This is for the snakes and the people they bite. For the friends I've made, for the sleepless nights. For the warning signs I've completely ignored, there's an amount to take, reasons to take more." -Twin Size Mattress, The Front Bottoms

Bolkonsky: *screaming* -Every Twenty One Pilots song ever

Mary: "Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you, but he's got his own things to deal with. There's really just one thing that we have in common; neither of us will be missed." -Saint Bernard, Lincoln

Pierre: "she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook." -Line Without A Hook, Ricky Montgomery

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Deep Dive

The piano washes over me like a tidal wave

Pulling my small form, deep into the unending ocean

Swirling in a steady, yet rising and powerful current

Sinking out of reality

Lost in the thurm of the violin

Lost in the waves of the piano

Lost in the constant, vibrating hum of the vocals

Tapping out that intoxicating rhythm

As if I'm melding into the pianist's soul

Banging the keys

Smashing out random letters

Over and over

Over and over

Time being inconsequential

Falling deeper into the abyss

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Deeper

Gone. . . .