Was thinking about gposes and art and vent stuff and this just manifested in my videos folder unprompted

#oc:kokomori

Been a while since I posted—
wanted to try out a new shader,
see how the light moves now,
how the world breathes without the old frame.

Been a while since I posted—
wanted to try out a new shader,
see how the light moves now,
how the world breathes without the old frame.

Persona poses, showing off itself.

I've decided to make a dedicated persona for myself, so say hello to Persona, The Painter!

A Pictomancer unparalleled & an AU version of Winetta, it renders real all its creations with every brush stroke. In cohort with Law, they paint & tie the fabric of the universe together. 🤍
#oc:persona #sfw

Drawing of puppies, a cat and a bunny with the caption; "Love your friends, They are your community"

Friends

sludge

Your monthly scheduled edgy vent art

vent art sort of

✨It looks like it's beginning to rain✨

Like bubbles borne on a sigh of wind, you drifted away.
fragile, gleaming, gone before I could hold the light.

I dress in calm, I walk in grace,
but shadows bloom behind my face.
No prayer can purge what I’ve become
a taste for blood, and now I’m numb

She hovered close, then turned away,
not used to prey that chose to stay.
Her hunger coiled, restrained, unsure..
no one had ever asked for more.

A primal call that draws me near 💀

Hit me hard and hit me fast

If I unveil my secret flower,
Will you stay, or flee the hour?
You come like wind, then fade like mist,
A touch half-felt, a ghost half-kissed.
I bloom in hope, then break in dread,
Each petal inked in words unsaid.

A tug, a pull, the leash draws tight,
No room to run, no chance for flight.
The grip is firm, the line is short,
A silent rule, a harsh retort.

Self harm

I carve in silence, soft and deep,
where shadows crawl and secrets sleep.
A crimson line, a fleeting sigh,
a mark to prove I still get by.
Not for the end, not for the grave,
but just to feel, to misbehave.
The world’s too loud, my soul too thin
so I write in red beneath my skin.

If I beg and please, skin bare and raw,
Would you crave me then—without the flaw?
But lust won’t heal what silence shatters,
Not every bruise is proof that matters.
You’ve got my soul, not just the sin—
No need to bleed to let you in.

Never enough, I want you raw,
Your gasps, your cries, your every flaw.
Man or woman, step in line—
If you drip desire, then you are mine.
Your nectar’s sweet, but far too thin…
So beg, and pour—let the feast begin.

The moon unveiled your sacred form,
a truth beneath its silver storm.
Yet when the night turns shadows deep,
your beauty lingers, ours to keep.
For light may fade, but still I see—
the dark can’t steal your grace so free.
@sh0rtstackqueen.bsky.social

✨Night owls✨
Ft: @theventlala.bsky.social

Got to meet my buddy before the moon fell which im super happy about, lets take more pictures when the moon rises again ❣️

Never enough, I want you raw,
Your gasps, your cries, your every flaw.
Man or woman, step in line—
If you drip desire, then you are mine.
Your nectar’s sweet, but far too thin…
So beg, and pour—let the feast begin.

If I beg and please, skin bare and raw,
Would you crave me then—without the flaw?
But lust won’t heal what silence shatters,
Not every bruise is proof that matters.
You’ve got my soul, not just the sin—
No need to bleed to let you in.

Self harm

I carve in silence, soft and deep,
where shadows crawl and secrets sleep.
A crimson line, a fleeting sigh,
a mark to prove I still get by.
Not for the end, not for the grave,
but just to feel, to misbehave.
The world’s too loud, my soul too thin
so I write in red beneath my skin.

✨Go on Bark and you will get a treat~✨

I’ll bark for you.
I’ll howl for you.

I love the way you wore that goth outfit,
like a midnight bloom beneath the stars.
I’m so glad I caught a photo with you,
before the moon disappeared.

A tug, a pull, the leash draws tight,
No room to run, no chance for flight.
The grip is firm, the line is short,
A silent rule, a harsh retort.

If I unveil my secret flower,
Will you stay, or flee the hour?
You come like wind, then fade like mist,
A touch half-felt, a ghost half-kissed.
I bloom in hope, then break in dread,
Each petal inked in words unsaid.

Hit me hard and hit me fast

A primal call that draws me near 💀

She hovered close, then turned away,
not used to prey that chose to stay.
Her hunger coiled, restrained, unsure..
no one had ever asked for more.