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ObsidianShiv
@obsidianshiv.bsky.social
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Safe place for everyone unless you're the wrong kind of idiot.

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A goony movie.
Leave the teenage dog girl alone, I'm gooning to the pizza.
Goofy movie character doin a massive cheese pull on some amazing za, bruh. Max lookin stoned as fuck and suspiciously not partaking.
November 13, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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Aurora ft. satellite
Aurora borealis overhead, green and pink. High exposure image featuring the line of a a satellite's path.
November 13, 2025 at 7:14 AM
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Heyooo
Green and red northern lights.
November 12, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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Tonight's aurora
Red and purple aurora borealis streaking through the sky.
November 12, 2025 at 4:13 AM
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My 10 year old and my 8 year old carved some delightfully creepy pumpkins. Im so fucking proud of them❤️
October 29, 2025 at 9:32 AM
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I've written an 80k word sci-fantasy novel riddled with body horror, cosmic dread, trauma and pain.

Meanwhile, my new project:
He looked to see Becky and her dumbass light brown eyes glistening in the midday sun like caramel. Willy scoffed. "How the hell did you get here?" Becky swooned as she turned to face another dragon rider and his coal-black dragon. "Azmeth, he smells like fresh tanned leather and wet dreams." Azmeth inspected his dragon, his moody black hair and chiseled jawline gleamed in the sun as his black leathers became too warm to keep on. He took them off, revealing his offensive physique, negative body fat percentage, and hairlessness. "Am I still tripping, or did I just see shadow tentacles?" "Tripping? Willy, you didn't..." "Well, kind of accidentally ate some mushrooms growing on my coat. I didn't have time for breakfast, like I'd just starve?" "You're disgusting. I hope you always remember that." "You don't gotta tell me twice! Why are you even here?" Becky rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, I know you much better than anyone should have to. So, Karron sent me to babysit you. He didn't think an ancient dragon would be enough." Willy pushed her aside and strode up to Azmeth. "You did your job, time to go home." Azmeth did a weirdly erotic hair flip in Willy's direction. "I'm here for the girl. If she dies, you will experience an eternity of my torment," he said as ahadow wings sprouted from his back. He squatted and pointed in uncertainty. "Look! Becky! Fartknuckle!" "God, you're an idiot," Becky said. "Better delts? Sorry, rider. I know you've been working hard on yours. Some people just don't have good delts," Farn'akul said. Willy leaned in and whispered to Farn'akul, "I just saw big ass black wings come out of Azmeth's back." "There is nothing there. You're still high." Willy turned from Azmeth. "Yeah, whatever. Why are we even here?"
October 2, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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Also, I missed the chantrelles growing in my back yard😔
Rotten chantrelle mushrooms
September 27, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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Turkey tail mushrooms on a pile on logs.
September 27, 2025 at 3:14 AM
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See?
Moss? Lichen? Who knows?!
September 27, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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😂😂😂
Caption: I said my name is Marc with a "c"... Picture: a coffee cup with "cark" written on it
September 26, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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Does anyone know anything about mushrooms? If you do or know anyone that does, are these turkey tail?
Mushrooms growing out of a log. Presumably, turkey tail. Mushrooms growing out of a log. Presumably, turkey tail. Mushrooms growing out of a log. Presumably, turkey tail. Mushrooms growing out of a log. Presumably, turkey tail.
September 23, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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Aurora borealis Aurora borealis Aurora borealis
September 15, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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I love this time of year.
Aurora borealis Aurora borealis
September 15, 2025 at 7:46 AM
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🥰🥰🥰
She approached him bloody and naked as he hid under a desk pissing himself. She threw the desk aside with one arm and grabbed his collar with the other. "NO PLEASE, NO DONT HURT ME, I HAVE A FAMILY PLEASE." She looked down at him with a terrifyingly numb stare. "So did I." She dragged him to station A-15 and opened the containment door. He pleaded and cried like a baby bird until she locked him inside the pod. His cries became muffled and incoherent. Returning to the console, she saw a security switch labeled "abort/steam decontamination" She lifted the security cover and flipped the switch. Hot steam spewed into the pod. He was no longer visible but she watched as the blurred silhouette of his body frantically hit the glass and his muffled screams of agony filled Theia's heart and satisfied her rage. Bloody handprints exploding on the glass as his skin melted off his body.
September 14, 2025 at 3:48 AM
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First lights of the season
Green, hazy aroura borealis on the horizon with stars in the dark sky.
August 30, 2025 at 8:28 AM
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Lol
He's there every time I convince myself that nobody cares. Five likes
August 23, 2025 at 3:03 AM
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August 22, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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He's there, and he couldn't be happier.
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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After eight months, he was a free man. Out early for good behavior, and even won a "best personality" award in his anger management group. The police didn't pay any mind to that when he walked into a police station three years later loading a shotgun. He drew his last breath that day, but he still lives on in my heart. He's there every time "I hate myself" repeats in my mind. He's there every time I convince myself that nobody cares. He's there every time I tell myself that I can't do anything right.
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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came to the house with a loaded 22 in the dead of winter. He broke the glass of the front door to unlock it before the boy's twenty five year old sister bit a piece of his hand off and spat it back at him. Though a valiant effort, he entered anyways and beat her with the rifle, giving her two black eyes and breaking her jaw. The boys mom ran to the neighbors house wetting her pants to call the police. As he tried to make his escape, he lodged his car in a snow bank as police and ambulances swarmed the driveway. Snipers on the roof were loaded and primed to take him out if he turned the gun on anyone but himself. He sat in his car with the rifle awkwardly to his own head for five hours until he finally fell asleep and was safely placed under arrest.
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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the list out loud for two minutes before handing it to him. The other two were excused to go do as they pleased. The boy politely asked them to move while they played video games so he could vacuum under them, scanned the yard for nearly microscopic pieces of plastic as his brothers bounced on the trampoline, picked spruce needles out of the tight fabric of the trunk of a car as his brothers rode up and down the street on their bikes. If he missed a needle, piece of plastic, or dusty corner, he was "restricted". Grounded, one day for every occurrence. He wasn't even allowed to be in the next room if he could hear the TV. His mom eventually tried to do the right thing and split up, moving hundreds of miles away. It didn't matter, the step-dad
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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of sitting on his bed. It was early monday morning, 4:00 AM before he was finally allowed to go to bed. He had to get ready for school in two hours, afterall. School was always hard for him, he felt like everyone had the same apathy towards him as his parents, and most of the time he wasn't wrong. After getting in fights that nobody would ever know of and failing report cards that nobody cared to check, going home was always a sickening prospect. Chores were the preferred method of conspiring his wrong-doing that his step-dad used to justify his punishments. The three children lined up in the kitchen as the step-dad read out chores for the day, starting with our young boy. He read
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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stared at the streetlights for hours wondering why his family hated him before drifting to sleep. When he woke, the house was dark and no cars were in the driveway, he panicked realizing he was in the house alone. Calling his friend's parents was the only thing he could think to do, unfortunately they called his step-dad. The boy waited in his bed for the inevitable. His heart sank when *he* stormed in, ripping the boy from his bed, tearing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down the stairs by his neck. He stood the boy in a corner and went to sleep on the couch. The boy stood in that corner for hours, the condensation from his breath dripping down his cheeks, his eyes barely able to stay open, his legs cramped from two days
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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somebody's voice after two days of solitude. Maybe he would pretend he had to go to the bathroom to stretch his legs and see something that wasn't the wood paneling in his cramped room. If step-dad heard him off his bed, the punishment would be worse. He sat and stared at the toys across the room he wasn't allowed to touch, stared out the window at his brothers playing in the yard and realized—nobody cared. If only his step-dad would've told him what half-assed meant. Apparently, it was a seven year old boy's problem for not knowing, and this was the price he paid. Nobody said goodnight, the light was to stay off when darkness came. So he
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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This is a short story I wrote about childhood trauma and how it echoes into adulthood called "He Couldn't Be Happier". The story is narrated by an adult who views his childhood self as a different person, unlocking the true significance of buried memories.
Today, the broken little boy that lives on in my memories emerged from the murky forest of doubt that has become his home. I saw him: his black hair, his goofy smile, his kind eyes. Though I felt his sadness, there was something worse—my empathy. Because through the lens of empathy, his loneliness and isolation were magnified. Not only was he alone back then, but even *I* had turned my back on him. I don't see him as myself anymore, I see him as somebody I wish I could've protected. He's still alone, and he's still hurt. He's still sitting on that bed, looking out the second story window, waiting for mom to bring him his next meal. Maybe she would whisper to him quiet enough his step-dad couldn't hear. It would've been nice to hear
August 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM