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My art thread, TW for self harm and vent stuff

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I like to compare Apollo to a doll, one that you feel it's a bit unsettling to be in presence of at that. He's a pretty doll

He's gentle, calm and full of love to give. Motherly almost.

However most of the time he uses that initial façade for his own gain, for his own needs and fulfillment. Playful and lovey in his own way, like a flytrap full of honey luring you in, kind of, with the tendency to force himself under one's skin with sweet words or actions.

I think Apollo would be the kind of person to say 'kill yourself for me if you love me that much' and you would not understand if he meant that as a joke or not. And he probably didn't meant that as a joke.

a bit messy but that's what Apollo is.

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Wallace can be seen as shy, but he isn't afraid to voice his opinions. if anything, he's quite stoic and blunt. he will sugarcoat things if he feels he's being to mean.

he likes to draw and paint, its how he makes money and how he expresses himself. he's reiglious to an extent but its more of how he was brought up. he mostly likes the church because its quiet.
 
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My sona. Mostly full of rants and vents.

Seen wearing baggy pants, oversized overalls, but most often wearing its red hood. I like to hide, my clothes are my armor and my body is the treasure. It’s not a mountain of gold that you’d expect after sailing across the vast ocean to find wear X marked the spot, it’s not a treasure of gold coins or glimmering ruby’s or baby blue sapphire’s. It’s an old worn out doll with protruding bones with skin cold to the touch, dirty locks of curls and scars that can tell you a world of stories. A world of pain. Don’t believe me? Press your mouth to one, you’ll hear so much singing.

though I doubt I’ll let you come close enough to ever hear these pitiful words of woe.