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XIII- The Metamorphosis

Say Hi to my October design! This is a tarot/spooky themed design for the best month of the year. Featuring a feline-skulled reaper, with a cat-claw scythe and a monarch butterfly companion. Please check out my shop if you're curious about getting this design on a shirt, sweatshirt, pillow, sticker, or more!

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I am incredibly pleased with this token border I worked on for my Occultist in open legend. Time to picrew a nice image to go in there ovo

Edit: oops, the upper eyes are missing some color, I'll fix that later.

Full moon tonight

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Photography by Cormac

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My body is its own shipwreck. / No map. No vision of the shore.

Nicole Cooley, from “Self-portrait with Morning Sickness,” Milk Dress

Patricia Cronin, Memorial To A Marriage, 2002

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A late eighteenth century ring with a carved ivory ship on a blue background under glass.

One of my favorites. I painted this late at night with horrible lighting and feeling really down in the dumps.

Henry Weston Keen, Skull Crowned with Snakes and Flowers, for the Duchess of Malfi and the White Devil by John Webster, 1918-35 Source:

I can never decide whether or not to put photos up for sale in my shop, and I feel like putting all 20 million I take would be just a tad absurd, so I'm declaring a new rule. If a photo gets 15 notes on waterfall and/or 30 likes on instagram, I'll put it up for sale. Because I am nothing if not a pro at tricking other people and machines into making my decisions for me xD

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Denver Museum of Nature and Science

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Émile Gallé, decorative glass, 1898. Nancy, France. Bronze mount, layered glass. Etched, mould-blown, polychrome enamel painting. Via

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(…) Where do you open?

Where do you carry your dead? There’s no locket

for that—hinged, hanging on a chain that greens

your throat. And the dead inside you, don’t you

hear them breathing? You must have a hole

they can press their gray lips to. If you open—

when you open—will we find them folded inside?

In what shape? I mean what cut shape is made

whole by opening? I mean besides the heart.

Maggie Smith, from “Heart“

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The light is golden and the trees are lit from within. In autumn, you feel beloved by the earth, all its inhabitants, for entire afternoons, sometimes.

Ellen Welcker, from “Any Grieving Mammal”

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Hopefully this one doesn't go sideways?

Shoulda addeed more cordyceps so you knew WHAT you were looking at. Always something to improve.

October Evening by A.Y. Jackson