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Guys. Srsly.So I'm doing the 33 Day Guro Challenge. Except I won't be doing it daily. But that's the name. Blergh.
Its pretty much all offensive material and I don't want to scare away some of my watchers!! I'll put almost all of them under the mature tag thing. I plan on making them all fun colors and I don't want to make any of them very graphic. But I just wanted to warn you guys!
And here's the list so I can remember where I'm at
Anyone who is interested should totally give this a try. It seems like fun ;D
3. Vore / Cannibalism
4. Piercing / Bodymodification
5. Mask / Covered eyes / Covered mouth
8. Undead / Zombie
9. Skeleton / Bones
10. Cyborg / Mechanical
11. Conjoined bodies
18. Ball-jointed doll
21. Breath play
22. Torture devices
27. Extra limbs
28. Knives / Guns / Weapons
ENDEDthe contest has ended! thank you for entering!
edit: hey literally everyones doing robot shit and its getting a little boring so lETS SPice it up guys
DEADLINE HAS BEEN EXTENDED. Sorry for the wait!
ALRIGHT. Well, I'm being completely honest when I say that the only character of mine that I actually REALLY use is Burlesque, and besides her I only have four or three characters, depends on what I do with Bone. I'm also sort of sick of having all cats or dog characters, so this is pretty much a do-whatever-animal/person-thing-you-want type of contest. I know a lot of people wanted an art or writing contest, but maybe I'll do one of those later. It would be really cool if you would contribute points or art to the contest!
The deadline is September 21st! Could be extended if requested, or shortened if I find the perfect design.
* Don't copy other people's ideas.
* NO intense sparklecats/dogs/whatever
* I'd prefer if i
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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