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Archmage Dekarios 🔮
I rarely post work stuff here, but I did these for a special issue called "Poison Ivy: Uncovered" last year, and someone suggested I post them 😏
having edgy ocs is soooo embarassing like yeah this is johnny... he.. kills people... yeah with a knife and theres blood and stuff yeah... sorry i know...
The Mari Lwyd is coming…
“Prometheus”
Day 31 - Fire
The ashes call my name.
I'm in love with a fictional woman
I'm on my fifth playthrough, and she won't let go. The need to romance her every single time is overwhelming
if you had to choose one pokemon to be your absolute favorite out of every pokemon which one would you choose. its okay to choose a "basic" one
Sol’s confession to Jiwan
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princesszeldazbyebye-deactivate
this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in any review ever
princesszeldazbyebye-deactivate
Sometimes I can't help but mourn the loss of my undergrad experience.
The good news: I don't have a brain tumor
The not so good news: doctors have no idea what's causing the chronic migraine/nausea/vertigo/muscle pain/memory loss/brain fog/fatigue and I need to undergo even more tests to try and find out what's wrong with me
The Marvels (2021) #5
Captain America: For justice!
Dr Strange: For the Multiverse!
Black Cat: FOR MY FUCKING APPARTMENT!
It's funny.
No "ha ha" funny, but the kind of funny that forces you to push on through life, when all you want to do is stagnate. So not funny at all, really.
The beginning of August marked yet another year that has passes since my aunt's murder. She was barely twenty-four when she died, I was a child in my early teens, and having just turned 30 I'm struck by how young she was. I try not to dwell on it too much, the waste of such a young, vibrant life, but it's hard. Especially this time of year.
My health has been rapidly declining recently. It hasn't been great since covid put a halt to my regular treatments (and made me sick as a dog), but a few months ago I developed new symptoms that were initially put down to some meds, but continued to get worse despite a medication overhaul. Frankly, these symptoms scare the shit out of me, and though I'm not-so-patiently waiting for an emergency slot to open up for some tests, a fairly large part of me is terrified that the results will reveal something bad. And I'm too much of a coward to confront a new diagnosis.
Here's the thing: I feel guilty.
I think about my aunt, how outgoing, how sweet, how ambitious, how wonderful she was, and I feel like I'm failing her. Like I should be living my life for her, too, and instead I've wasted the last few years in hospitals and unable to achieve my dreams due to my physical limitations.
I know it's not healthy to dwell on circumstances beyond my control, but with another anniversary passing and my health continuing to decline, I can't help but feel like I'm doing something wrong.