Caninuscananeus - The Doghead

28-29. Линии || Along the Line (part 2)

@slice-of-julysky featured as the model. Please also visit her personal account and ao3 for some beautiful writings! I'm so thankful for her trust and inspiration<3

P. S. The paint is nontoxic and specially designed for being used on human skin. Please do not attempt painting your friends with any materials that can harm them and always remember to perform an allergy test first! Stay safe.

Пока ты меня держишь за руки, у меня ничего не болит.

"As long as you hold my hands, nothing hurts"

элли на маковом поле — футболка

That's an old one, but I still love it so much

Thinking about dolls and pathologic and wondering what kinds of dolls would better represent different characters to the Powers that Be - of course Grief is a marionette, Block a tin soldier, Lara a matryoshka...

today is my birthday, I'll be glad to see reblogs!

and if you want to support me other way, my commissions are open..

28-29. Линии || Along the Line

Thanks to @slice-of-julysky for being such a wonderful model!<3 hope you had fun washing it off...

P. S. The paint is nontoxic and specially designed for being used on human skin. Please do not attempt painting your friends with any materials that can harm them and always remember to perform an allergy test first! Stay safe.

#I wanna bite them so much #like. affectionately

I wawmnt a happy ending fow thewm 😭😭😭😭

hear me out i want to see Murky and Grace becoming friends

What if one day Murky asks Burakh to cure her doll? The Plague is unpredictable and extremely deadly, no wonder the kid is scared to death. But there is no panacea yet, Artemy is extremely busy running around the town, walking through the Steppe, only coming home late at night to brew tinctures and leave again. One day Murky goes wandering through the Steppe - she doesn't know much about the herbs, but she surely understands how magical twyre can be - and finds herself somewhere near the cemetery, where she meets Grace. Murky approaches her silently. She says nothing, only pokes Grace a little with a doll's rag hand to get her attention. Grace takes the doll in her hands, gently strokes her head, and starts singing quietly. Murky won't let one hold her doll for long, she'd wait a little and suddenly pull it back, as if she's been struck by electricity. She, then, turns away avoiding eye contact and asks whether the doll answered. The doll looks over Murky's shoulder with her button eyes, hanging her head to the side. Grace wipes a tear from her cheek and doesn't even know what to say. A toy is just a toy, but this is not a simple one, like Murky herself. No one has ever approached her with anything like this before... She stays silent… she lives, then, - Grace guesses the reason for Murky's visit, - is she was dead, she would tell me... I promise that if this happened i would care for her, i would give her milk and sing her every night Murky didn't listen. Relieved, she ran away back in the Steppe. She will come to Grace tomorrow again. Just to check everything ia all right with the doll.