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rura oilheart 𓅄 🇵🇸
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mika, el, coyote, rura. has several horns. unfortunate NO TIGER author and multimedia artist. formerly surfaces.cx. i reblog NSFW 🔞.
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the whole thing lol... the outer parts are all subclass trees (these aren't all on the in-game tree, its just for the planning program)
November 28, 2025 at 1:41 AM
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tonight's slop spread
November 28, 2025 at 1:21 AM
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i rewrote an old poem from 2021, it is now called BODY OF TEN THOUSAND PREDATORS
i. princess stop showing yr fangs i can see tears in your eyes—the stench of feminine venoms carries, i worry yr just too angry for this world all the time, sometimes, all at once, that’s ok, no one wants to attend poison exhibitions every week… just let yrself retreat, lounge while i cast my takeover glamour i got this baby when you let acid & gunpowder pool in the bottom of yr skull all i think is delicate, glittered, i’ll defend you w/ a soft kiss even if you can’t see it now i will caress gentle yr flattened & dangered tail until you can ii. yeah, you’re a fool, she declares gleaming blades decked in foam twin axes jutting big as fuck sink into my neck―bloods everywhere— aaand, i got you! but, its necessary, i’ll parry, for me to hold true even you, rattler baroness― ―guarding w/ an orchestral ward at her back nd slaying all passerby― confronted w/ the muffled & fattened bath of twilight’s halfbreed sun just wants another girl’s lips to leave impressions of strawberry ice cream on her own split’d tongue we’re both fine as rain, sweetheart
November 23, 2025 at 2:19 AM
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November 21, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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claybass in the night
November 19, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Missy enters the last remaining bar on the plateau of Daemotar to face her commander and rival Gunfighter
November 4, 2025 at 12:21 AM
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been thinking a lot about death
Strong possibility the world is just as it seems, a spill of organic wreckage, all these biochemicals learning to yelp make a racket in its lonely hole before Hraedios swallows us whole, fattening his self on our ashes! If so, she might as well have fun with her shit body, thrashing her mind and limbs apart until there's nothing left to serve or haunt as undead; she knows herself too attached to the touch of dull sword's dirts and sparkling bloods to let go. Dogshit crouched atop Sultan's exposed torso and pulled the trigger on her revolver over and over, spritzing upon her silvery tongue samples of blood rich with fear. The last lightning pops of memory in the taste of a man 19 hours expired. She began grinding herself against the remnants of his left thigh, dragging her crotch over sliced flesh messy left with uneven tatters of pink skin.
November 3, 2025 at 12:51 AM
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mockup flag for a detachment that passed through the Church Boundary
November 1, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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decimate of Lizard Girl
October 25, 2025 at 9:48 PM
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old poem from 1 to 3 years ago
where we’re going fangs dull bleeding is a heresy, lock our horns gentle struggle through a flung shatter-bliss you babble so brightly, degloved of sense lie with me and let jutt’d spear from your forehead caress my cheek
October 25, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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about a walk i took today
She avoided the crawlings of scorpiopillar, grubby and stupid things, leaking their bodilies in thin trails on the flattened dirt. While her prancing over corpses Dogshit slapped the air with a tail of sleek, unwashed, ashen fur. Little ghosts popped like firecrackers against her furry flail, plumes of ectoplasmic agony-nothings wisping off their pathetic disintegrated forms. Before retreating inside she wished upon a jet in freefall cute! grinning! glints! off its spiraling tail wing So so so great Dettacord! Please bathe us in a rain of filthy bloods today!!! Salt our tongues in ancient sin, spiced with foul ignorance!!!!!!!!!!
October 16, 2025 at 11:24 PM
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playing the new "Legion Remix" event they have going in retail WoW, i made a forsaken death knight named "Lustmeat"
October 8, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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earlier, i wrote a poem while smoking. its called "CIPHER? ZEBRA? AROMA?"
quadroclaws curled like mountain crag beasts tearing and tearing and tearing missy and wolfire ate each other in the womb punishing their twin in the after void signals coming from OTHER PLACES...! I believe in life after death, but we may have to meet each other again and again for a long while. undernight something calls to me my undead ears sleek like a pyramid blade catch a sister presence an ancient ghost approaches, weeping with good news a wolf's howl will shake the air longer than your mortal ears can tell
October 7, 2025 at 3:34 AM
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i painted something in rebelle to depict this visual from one of the night lords novels that stuck out to me. Talos of the Eighth Legion brandishing his power sword "Aurum"
September 24, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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my wives convinced me to play wow classic with them
September 7, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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mfw i take the 100mg edible
September 4, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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I commissioned from CEO_of_Tomboys on twitter their interpretation of a climactic scene from the end of Signalis. ELSTR, injured on the gate-mouth of Hell.
September 3, 2025 at 11:28 PM
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the fmv from planescape torment depicting the blood war
the lower daemons shook off their soil bindings, dissolved by cavern magic sent thrumming, and went about to slew chaos so excess in MASS-ASCRE to flex away the flaccidity of 217 million years weighed by void somber and reflection, the timeless before-after within nothing, DAEMONS BANE;A FUTILE WASTE of years better spent on solid, reliable, mortal suffering. Tangibility meant everything to them. One daemon with tangerine-shade skin wasted none of his first corporeal breaths above Daemotar's terrain-flesh, already bounding raptor-ous claws down the hillside into a crowd of imp-things and leftover cattle-people fleeing COWARDS MEAL this town of submit wretches, Museum, god oh great god, now warped into a new HQ of undernight. A cauldron of souls for the deceiver king and his hungry subjects. With an effortless sideswipe of keratin the daedric soldier, himself named Cass Great and decked in triplet crown lifted a man alterformed with a blade jaw to eclipse the blackened disc Hraedio. He, the first of many courses, bisected underneath Great's claws so hell beautiful and his guts went a-twirl with joyous agony, the false-light reflecting grins on a shower of red droplets.
August 31, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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i draw shapeless freaks like this in my journal all the time
August 28, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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August 28, 2025 at 3:14 AM
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August 28, 2025 at 3:14 AM
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grasshopper i saw
August 18, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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fantasies of the sub-daedra
gunfighter's lip slicked with the salivating memory of strawberry kisses, the many many times they had together gone to rampage, scarring the western face of the continental plateau with trails of local bloods tinged in their urine mark. when they were all still together, the whole gang, the orgies were the best part! once it was time to route and slaughter the fleeing dames, their coward husbands and hoove-stomp their babes... 10,000,000,000,000 droplets of pain our juvenile harvest!! and her coiling Sabotoirra and Missy close to her hip, savoring every oz of filthy murderwaste as it dripped, sloughed, and stained the taste of her girls skin. awhhh!! her cheeks flush a hellish crimson behind the midnight black flesh admiring the girl in front of her. so many years later missy had honed herself from a beast of unfocused drunken violence into an immaculate implement of revenge, a HOUND of GLOWERING MALICE. thought the servant of his Lord-Officer, “so proud of you baby!!”
August 18, 2025 at 4:35 AM
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the summoning of the arch-devil Daemotar through consumptive festival of his mirror-brother Mettassio
Fissure streaks sliced to the plateau’s mantlebone tar drawn out in slick-sheet membranes of black the sky sucking the darkbloods of Mettassio (OUR LAND) in big vampiric gulps. Like a good flaying the terrain around Museum peels back in wide ribbons, revealing the spawn of RUPTURE, harbingers SINNER, standing upright in monstrous formations (A PLURAL OF HORN CONFIGURATIONS LIKE UNIT BANNERS) born from the separation of Daemotar and his flesh. I SWALLOW US; TAKE MY THRONE. A bristling mass of harpies, bull-titans, and cambian fodder! The ghosts flee on the backs of crow flocks and the true-dead, trapped within sediment in their mortal rot-shit, meet annihilation at the arrival of the daemon lord-officer’s army.
July 15, 2025 at 5:49 PM