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Beautiful Lies of the Wicked Truth - Chapter 2
That night was a particular one.
Bloo's body seemed to move like the wind as he sneaked his way to Frankie's forbidden bedroom. His pace slowed as he reached for the doorknob. With a ginger touch, the door opened. But only enough to where he could slip his body through. Tip-toe after tip-toe, he made his way across the soft carpet.
Finally at the dresser, he opened the drawer at a sluggish pace. Using his stubby hands, he searched and searched through the inside of the dresser drawer with fail in finding the key there again.
He then turned and looked at Frankie lying on her bed fast asleep.
"It's got to be on her..." he whispered to himself. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on that morning when she took the key. In her left pocket gave a thin impression of the thing he was looking for.
Bloo swallowed his anxiety and inched his way over. On his way, he spotted something peculiar. On Frankie's nightstand sat a gorgeous snowglobe. Embroidered with gold, and a crystalline bal
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Beautiful Lies of the Wicked Truth - Chapter One
"Hm, I wonder what's in here..." Bloo muttered to himself going through Frankie's accessories. "A watch...A necklace...An old engagement ring...A—Ew...A few bracelets..." Bloo dug deeper inside the box and pulled out a key. Although, it didn't look like just any key. The key was gorgeous and nearly without flaw with sharp, untouched edges of the gold-plated neck.
Just then, Frankie opened her bedroom door. She was holding a laundry basket filled with coat hangers ready to hang up her clothes that laid primped and pristine on the end of her bed.
"Bloo!" she chastised. "What are you doing in my room?!"
"I was just looking for a watch!" he lied. Bloo held up the watch to her. "See?"
"Bloo, you don't need a watch. There are more than enough clocks around the house."
"It's not just to tell time, Frankie! It's a brilliant and ostentatious accessory!"
"Ostentatious? That's a big word for you." Bloo glowered. "There is no need for you to be wearing that. It doesn't even fit you."
"But Fr
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Walking Through The Further - Chapter Two
A loud crack of thunder erupted.
As he fell, Harry's body felt as if it were being pulled and stretched by both ends. The more this happened, the slower his heartbeat became. Harry's life flashed before his eyes.
What is happening? Where am falling to? Am I going to die? Oh, God, I should never have said a word about the hole and forgotten the entire thing. I'm going to die here. Alone. Leaving my friends behind...Will they be alright without me? I'm going to die here and no one will be able to find my body. I'm going to die...
The air was forcefully knocked from him when he hit something hard.
The stretching sensation ended. His heartbeat rose to normal.
Harry gulped in a huge breath. Then another one. Too exhausted to cry, he laid on his back trying to catch his breath.
"What..." he muttered to himself. "...was that?..." It all happened so fast. His body hurt so much from the events, he couldn't see straight. He was currently staring up at a gray-colored sky. Mouth dry and feeling a
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Walking Through The Further - Chapter One
"Hey, guys," Harry said to his small group of friends in his signature monotone British accent. "Look over here." They turned slightly to gaze upon a small opening in the wall. Manny got up from his seat and walked over to take a better look.
"Stop mucking around, guys," said Robin a bit irritated. "It's just a hole. Just go get some Spackle or something..."
Manny was now gazing deep inside the hole to the other side. He became uneasy. "You should come see this..."
Robin sighed in a frustrated manner and walked on over.
His eyes widened.
The hole appeared to withhold a horizontal tunnel. But that was impossible. The other side of the wall was the inside of the bathroom...
Down at the end of the long tunnel was a bright light. This made all three friends very curious as to what was down there...The first to speak up was Manny.
"We should go," he muttered a bit excited. His eyes twinkled as his hand reached for the rim of the orifice. But Harry grabbed it.
"We shouldn't."
"But how will w
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Nightmare 1 - I Awakened Something
It was Egypt back around 1200 B.C.
Everyone was beautiful. Despite the strict regulations and rules, it felt like a nice community. I was dressed in modern day clothes and no one asked me about it. My hair was also chin-length and blonde. And my skin was pale.
I walked to a pharaoh's tomb that I assumed belonged to King Tutankhamen who died around 1324 B.C. I wanted to see his tomb. See what lied inside. The seal hadn't yet been broken; the door's were tied together with rope.
I didn't want to break the seal, so I unwrapped the rope instead. Upon unwrapping, the doors opened up to a spiral stairwell. The further I went down the stone stairs, the cooler it became. I kept going, though I knew I shouldn't have been down there. The atmosphere dropped from 'adventure mode' to 'increasingly unsettling.' Somehow I knew what was down in the depths.
If I made it down to the bottom, there will be a corridor two miles long; the staircase set in the middle of it. About a half mile West through the
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Sleep My Sweet Chaos
I begun shaking violently and crying. I don't understand it. I just feel so...
Something within me is not me. Is it what is within me that is me and not myself that is not me?
I am lost. But it is not just me that is lost.
My name is Kenny. No... That's...not right. I can feel myself, but I can also feel something else. Within me. Apart of me. What is me. I am. They are.
We have a name.
My name is Kenny. And I have friends. Deep inside.
Some are friends. Others are bullies. And one is...
There is kindness and pity where there is death and sin. There is fear and love where there is dark and light. There is truth between the gaps.
We are lost in here.
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Kenny Pokoyo
Artist | Student | Other
Canada
I've always been attracted to things that are typically deemed 'goth'. I dress according to what makes me feel comfortable, and that usually ends up being in a Gothic, steampunk, or Victorian fashion.


I love:
1. Elegant Horror.
The kind of horror that isn't big, bad, and scary.
It's the kind of horror that is
unsettling and creepy, but oddly beautiful.

2. Macabre
Horror with a grim and ghastly atmosphere.
Emphasizing the details and symbols of death.

3. Horror-of-Personality
Evoking horror and/or suspense through villains who are perfectly human, but possess horrific personalities.

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Gender- Pretty sure I'm fuckgender. :iconfeellikeasirplz:

Orientation - Panromantic.

<Adorable otaku girls with glasses, <tough girls who aren't afraid to be masculine, <guys with long gorgeous hair and makeup who aren't afraid to be feminine. My favorite
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But it really doesn't matter~


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I shall take the earth by storm with rants and fun stories!
The world is my burrito.
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The garbs you have chosen to present are absolutely gorgeous. I give you props for adding a splash off color among the traditional brown and black. The goth and steampunk mashup is something I have practiced myself and adore. The elegant pose you are striking is sweet and subtle. You didn't overdo it at all unlike some unfortunate people. The only small thing I have spotted out of place is the steampunk goggles precariously hanging from your neck. Now, before you say anything, there is nothing wrong with them. They tie in the rest of the costume perfectly. However, it seems to be an item that is far over used in the steampunk lore and has slowly become derivative. Otherwise, I love the outfit in all its splendor and give it 10/10
Before I explain, I'm not trying to complain for shits and giggles or grab any one person's specific attention. I'm ranting to you today to get something off my chest.


My 'family' isn't my family.
My 'family' is not a family.

A family isn't a 'family'.
A family is a family.

But it starts to lose its meaning after awhile, doesn't it?

My family...
Are parasites.
Suck my emotions dry.
Are short-tempered with me.
Do not understand me.
Do not give me a chance to speak.
Are a curse.

A family...
Helps you in times of need.
Loves you unconditionally.
Does not make you work to receive love.
Tries to understand you though they may never be able to.
Gives you freedom.
Is a blessing.

No matter what, to them, I'm wrong.
No matter what, to them, I'm bad.
No matter what, to them, I'm inadequate.

To them, I am their pain.
To them, I am their suffering.
To them, I am nothing.

And vice-versa.

This is not a family.
I don't have a family.
Even most of the friends I have aren't true family.
What is family?...

...Or who is willing enough to try and achieve that title?

Just...to try?
That night was a particular one.

Bloo's body seemed to move like the wind as he sneaked his way to Frankie's forbidden bedroom. His pace slowed as he reached for the doorknob. With a ginger touch, the door opened. But only enough to where he could slip his body through. Tip-toe after tip-toe, he made his way across the soft carpet.

Finally at the dresser, he opened the drawer at a sluggish pace. Using his stubby hands, he searched and searched through the inside of the dresser drawer with fail in finding the key there again.

He then turned and looked at Frankie lying on her bed fast asleep.

"It's got to be on her..." he whispered to himself. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on that morning when she took the key. In her left pocket gave a thin impression of the thing he was looking for.

Bloo swallowed his anxiety and inched his way over. On his way, he spotted something peculiar. On Frankie's nightstand sat a gorgeous snowglobe. Embroidered with gold, and a crystalline ball. But sadly there was nothing in it for some reason. Usually snowglobes had all kinds of different items in them, ranging from holiday and seasonal to humor and other sorts. But despite the beautiful and expensive detail, this one was completely empty...

Bloo focused his attention back on retrieving the key. He slid his hand as slowly as he could into her pocket. When he had a hold of the key with two fingers, he eased it out inch by inch until it was out of her pocket and into Bloo's trembling hands.

He took a congratulatory sigh, shoved it into his own pocket, and walked away with pride.

On his way out, he glanced back inside the room. Despite it being so dark in there, the snowglobe was bright as day. Something was off about that thing...
"Hm, I wonder what's in here..." Bloo muttered to himself going through Frankie's accessories. "A watch...A necklace...An old engagement ring...A—Ew...A few bracelets..." Bloo dug deeper inside the box and pulled out a key. Although, it didn't look like just any key. The key was gorgeous and nearly without flaw with sharp, untouched edges of the gold-plated neck.

Just then, Frankie opened her bedroom door. She was holding a laundry basket filled with coat hangers ready to hang up her clothes that laid primped and pristine on the end of her bed.

"Bloo!" she chastised. "What are you doing in my room?!"

"I was just looking for a watch!" he lied. Bloo held up the watch to her. "See?"

"Bloo, you don't need a watch. There are more than enough clocks around the house."

"It's not just to tell time, Frankie! It's a brilliant and ostentatious accessory!"

"Ostentatious? That's a big word for you." Bloo glowered. "There is no need for you to be wearing that. It doesn't even fit you."

"But Frankie—"

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!"

Bloo rolled his eyes.

"Fiiiiiiine..." he groaned and left the room. Frankie slammed the door behind him once he stepped foot into the hallway.

Bloo looked down both ways of the long hallway. No one was in sight. He pulled out the beautiful key and pondered his mind on its mysteries. What could it have possible gone to? Some kind of chest, maybe? A diary even?

Bloo stuck it back into his pocket and walked to the game room where he was suppose to be meeting up with his creator, Mac. But he was too busy at the moment talking with Eduardo. Bloo hid behind the couch listening to their conversation. It was about nothing important. He was just wanting to eavesdrop. Once Ed left the room, Bloo came out from his hiding spot.

"Hey, Mac!" he greeted. "What's happenin'?" And gave a fake smile.

"Bloo, you never say that..."

"Listen, I know this is going to sound bad, but don't get mad at me. I went through Frankie's room and—"

"You went in Frankie's room?!"

"Shhhh! Just listen! I found this in one of her drawers..." He pulled out the key.

"Bloo! You shouldn't—" He paused. "Wait, that's a wierd key..." The key looked almost futuristic and was as big as Bloo's hand. Of, coarse it wasn't a normal key. "Bloo, you have to put that back. Like, right now."

"Why?! It'll be okay, I just have to find out what this goes to..."

"No, Bloo!"

"But why?! Why are you getting so defensive about it?—" But then it hit him. "You know something about this, don't you?"

Mac snatched the key away.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Bloo. I can't anymore." Anymore...? "This key belongs to something. But you need to stay away from it."

"What does it belong to?"

"I know, usually I slip into your lies and broken promises and I tell you. But this time, I'm not telling you, Bloo. For anything. You can't know."

"But, Maaaaac—" Bloo's creator said nothing more and walked away with the key. Bloo's uncontrollable urges made him leap at Mac in attack-mode.

"Give me that key!" Bloo yelled reaching for it.

"No, Bloo! Step off!" He didn't listen. "You're making me do this..." Bloo was confused at first as to what he was saying. But then, Mac yelled down the vacuous hallway, "FRANKIE!"

Bloo leaped off his creator and ran around the far corner to hide. Peeking around, he could see Frankie had already made it to Mac. They were talking. But Bloo couldn't make out anything. Mac handed her the key and they walked their separate ways.

Bloo cursed to himself.

"I'm getting that key back if it's the last thing I do..." he said in strong desire.

But why? Why was he so attracted to this oh-so-special key? Bloo had no idea. There was just a certain otherworldly attraction to this item. It was hiding something. And Bloo just had to know what it was. It was hiding something dark and mysterious, he could feel it. But what he didn't know was that he was in for a big surprise. One that would shake his entire world...
I'm thinking about crafting some more dolls like my Mr. Gosh doll. Creating little plushy dolls and selling them to whoever wants them. (Apologies, they are not voodoo dolls.)
What do you think?
I'd love some feedback on this  :iconspongebfacerapeplz:
Before I explain, I'm not trying to complain for shits and giggles or grab any one person's specific attention. I'm ranting to you today to get something off my chest.


My 'family' isn't my family.
My 'family' is not a family.

A family isn't a 'family'.
A family is a family.

But it starts to lose its meaning after awhile, doesn't it?

My family...
Are parasites.
Suck my emotions dry.
Are short-tempered with me.
Do not understand me.
Do not give me a chance to speak.
Are a curse.

A family...
Helps you in times of need.
Loves you unconditionally.
Does not make you work to receive love.
Tries to understand you though they may never be able to.
Gives you freedom.
Is a blessing.

No matter what, to them, I'm wrong.
No matter what, to them, I'm bad.
No matter what, to them, I'm inadequate.

To them, I am their pain.
To them, I am their suffering.
To them, I am nothing.

And vice-versa.

This is not a family.
I don't have a family.
Even most of the friends I have aren't true family.
What is family?...

...Or who is willing enough to try and achieve that title?

Just...to try?

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Thanks for the critique hun! I really appreciate it!
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Guro by skill-hunter
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OH MY LAWDY JESUS WHY IS THAT AN ICON
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あ! dont know if ive showed you, but if you go to [url-> sta.sh] you can upload things without making them public
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ok so most of the stuff ive looked at is for like super stabby wounds and whatnot. so im thinking thisll be more simple than we're expecting :/
i saw someone do it with a plain sewing needle (for smaller wounds)
heres the ghetot version
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but yeah. after looking at a few tutorials i realised its a good thing i dont participate in knife fights or bear wrestling.
:icongetsomeplz: we could prooobably use superglue but idk so the answer is probably no
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“Got it!” Phinks replied with a nod and turned around, hitting his leg right on the corner of that shitty coffee table Chrollo found outside of some Big Lots going out of business. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK FUCK FUKC GOD FUCKN” Phinks screamed as he cradled his throbbing leg.
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Everyone fell silent and stared at their boss like he just lit a firework between his two asscheeks.
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Phinks frowned as he lovingly pet the beige fabric his very ass sat upon. Why the fuck did no one ever like his ideas or suggestions? Why was everyone always so quick to shut him down? Honestly, Phinks was fucking fed up with it. Imagining how nice the sofa would feel under his hard ass cheeks as he watched fantasy football sent Phinks into a brief depression. Fuck these guys, ruining his goddamn dreams.
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Thank you for the watch :)
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I very much enjoy your art. I could pick favorites, but I simply can't choose. They're all so beautiful in their hellish and adorable ways.
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Your avatar is epic.
Make it rain ! Just kidding, if you appreciate my art it's more important than faves. Thanks.
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thanx very much for the fav;)
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You're very welcome, my fiend.
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if i die before clearing my history for the month...imma have some serious splaining to to sta.sh/07ddznun2rt
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AH SEE YOUS FAVOURITING MAH SHEET
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it is nice to see you on dA though. I read that merman story in your favourites and its quite decent~
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I LOVE THAT, where do I find that crazy knife wielding clip
I'm still getting used to this site...

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I love those pictures of you. You look amazing bra
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