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Feb. 10th, 2024 03:07 pm
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a set of three colorfull and strange illustrations. the first one is mainly blue-toned, containing the pink outline of hexacorraliae, multiple ornate frames, an anatomical heart rendered in etching with branches coming from its aortae, and vegetal patterns over a mixed background of blues and greens. The second is mostly purple-toned, containing 8 frames, 4 of which ornate, and filled with the skeleton of a snake, patterns of herbs and plants, the superimposed drawings of 3 �corch�s models, and a simplistic snake. the last one is a gradiant of blue, brown and yellow, interweaving simplistic drawing of bulls in thick and messy yellow and orange lines, pathologic herbs and buildings, and architectural constructions.

they call me the permeable, ebbing, sensible and moribund — or meiri/grigri :3
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A repost of my fanfiction "Pierrot Sur Le Rivage". It was posted to AO3 here, and to my neocities there.
Un repost de ma fanfiction "Pierrot Sur Le Rivage". Elle est publiée sur AO3
ici et sur mon neocities .

Fandom: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
Language: French | Français
Relationship: Stanislav Rubin/Peter Stamatin
Character(s): Peter Stamatin, Stanislav Rubin
Rating: Teens and Up
Tags: Painter and Muse / Peintre et Muse, Men Going to Each Other's Houses, Developing Relationships, To See and To Be Seen / Voir et Être Vu, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism (see more tags on
AO3 or neocities.)

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« Ça vous vient souvent, de hanter ce bar pour trouver des gens à qui demander de poser ?
— Ça m’arrive.
— Comment vous les choisissez ? »


(Oh, il a très envie, mais ça serait bien trop insolent et cavalier, de demander : qu’est-ce que vous me trouvez ? )

« Hmm », fredonne d’abord Piotr, pensif, essuyant son pinceau sur un bout de tissu taché. « Un beau nez, commence-t-il, de belles mains… Des yeux avides, des traits fougueux…
— Et pour moi, c’était quoi ? »
Piotr lui sourit. Rubin sent son cœur faire voltige dans sa gorge. « Si je vous le disais, je crains que ça ne vous monte à la tête. » (Rubin sent sa bouche s’assécher.)


Rubin se traîne jusqu’au Cœur Brisé pour y noyer son deuil, et mord à l’hameçon d’un drôle de petit poisson.


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A repost of my fanfiction "L'Inconnu au Brûle-Gueule". It was posted to AO3 here, and to my neocities there.

Fandom: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
Language: English
Relationship: Stanislav Rubin/Peter Stamatin
Character(s): Peter Stamatin, Stanislav Rubin
Rating: Teens and Up
Tags: Men Going To Each Other’s Houses, twyrine drinking between homies, Canon Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, peter stamatin gives “worst kiss ever” is asked to... wait... do that again…, not-really-anatomical not-really-gore not-really-dreams states, the vibes in this loft are DELETERIOUS, still full of love i promise (see more tags on AO3 or neocities.)

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When Rubin walks in, the Loft smells of ink, marble, graphite, stale bread, bitten wood.
It grows around him with curious eyes.
His host meets him with quite the same.


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