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Intro Post!!: Meet SurgicalSpiderCrab
(This may be edited over time btw!!)
As you may have guessed, I am SurgicalSpiderCrab! (I go by Kai) and I like to spend my time drawing the silly little things I get obsessed with. Because of this, my blog will be (and has been) MOSTLY based around art! Of course there may be exceptions though.
Also a quick disclosure! if you are sensitive to certain topics like gore, or suggestiveness... then you should be a little careful here because I do post art correlated to those themes sometimes!
My main interests are: TF2, Rayman (esp Origins), Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion, Yume Nikki, Vocaloid, and I Cannot Drown! I have more things I like, but they aren't huge interests of mine.
Also, just putting it out there. From now on all my posts are gonna be tagged with "votegaryjenkins" (it's an inside joke, nothing weird) so that's kinda like my thing
If you're interested, I have a Discord (crispycatreal) and a Strawpage! (surgicalspidercrab.straw.page)
To whoever made it to the end of this post, I thank you for your time, and I wish you a good rest of your day/night! (´ ∀ ` *)
Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 3
18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)
Blow out the candles, darling.
You might make it to 18.
After all the nights crying
Through gritted teeth.
After the day you thought
That if you killed yourself
Their lives would be more pleasing.
Congratulations, darling.
You’re almost 18.
acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
after “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller (warning: violence)
Heliotropic soul who smells of spring.
Sunshine hair with gold-leafed summer irises,
Bright, shining from alabaster flesh.
Chiseled hands over carved wood,
Sinew-plucked strings.
They would never draw blood.
Winter is a minimalist,
Warmed by our roseate love,
Thawed anew.
Fix (warning: substances, abuse, enslavement, self harm, suicidal ideation)
Pile up my substances
I want control
Obey my captors
The same old, same old
Countless masters I serve
Superficial reality
Rinse and repeat
Lies I tell myself to fall asleep
Cut up my willpower
And sell it to a fallacy
I want my life back
Tell me it’s not too late
Don’t want to say goodbye
Sick of paying for mistakes
I Spy Shadow Box, art camp 2024
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)
The PA system boomed
“They’ve made it into the school.
Lock and barricade your current room.”
I was in the hallway.
A stampede of bodies arose,
Living turning to dead to decompose.
Frightened and running through pools,
Slipping on blood in the hallway.
Beings crammed behind doors,
Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.
Fearful faces cowered from windows,
Hiding from monsters in the hallway.
The growls approached.
The claws made their presence known.
Limbs and organs covered the floor.
The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.
Blood-Singed II (warning: addiction, body horror)
Burnt red wine
Slinking down to slender fingertips
As sweet blood
With bite.
Wholly tremoring
With a fragile gaze
And blurred existence.
Lovers
Velvet blood coursing through intertwining paths
Supported by ebony pillars of bone
Supporting us in dance.
Your tender flesh, your cradling warmth
Clasped around my waist
Like it was made for your hands to rest on.
My limbs hung over your shoulders, around your neck
Like a garland made to grace your collar,
Pull you closer,
Hold us together, lovers.
It Is (warning: depression, self sabotage, trauma)
Behind as dirt, numb as snow,
Handcuffed rage by my own red-handed self.
The monster’s back, isn’t it?
Monochrome duality of emotions
Like drama masks that fit briefly,
Then slip off.
Little horrors behind the eyes of a jolted girl.
It’s chronic, isn’t it?
acrylic on stretched canvas, 2024
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
Untitled (warning: death, trauma response)
Dead horse, what have you done?
Traumatized into complacency,
Sat down,
Allowed to continue the charade.
Bloated carcass,
Needing to decompose
To nurture something—someone—anew.
I’m painting my nails to Queen and thinking about queer history (warning: hate crimes, violence, homophobia, transphobia)
I’m painting my nails to Queen
And thinking about queer history,
Bloodied,
Beautiful,
Weather-worn.
The artists that allow
My type in men to sparkle,
Gorgeous,
Pretty,
Free.
Don’t talk,
Save me.
Fights over love renewing
With people’s being
Free perceived
Threatening.
I want to break free.
Favorite piece of contemporary art? Or what art piece do you have hanging in your place? (I’ll show you mine if you show me yours) 😵💫
My favorite pieces of contemporary art are “Feel It M*****f*****s” by John Boskovich, “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L. A.)” by Felix Gonzales-Torres, and “Unfinish Painting” by Keith Haring!
In my space I have prints of “Madonnina” by Roberto Ferruzzi, “Houses in Auvers” by Vincent Van Gogh, and another piece that I’ve yet to identify. ❤️
Pink Kitchen Table (warning: illness)
The Advent wreath is erect but cockeyed; it wasn’t lit during the recent season. The pink kitchen table is littered with masks, bottles, medical notes; doctorly linguistics beside Latin religiousness. Sundays smell like medicines instead of makko-powdered ether, rosaries in the windowsill with therapy aids. Images of Christ surround a rented bed, a vessel for healing holding a vessel, weakened.
Advent wreath lit,
Pink kitchen table littered,
Latin Sundays smell like makko.
Rosaries with images of Christ surround,
A vessel for healing.
Advent wreath lit pink
Kitchen table like Sundays—
Vessel for healing.
Happy National Poetry Month!
Poetry recs:
“On Meeting a Stranger in a Bookshop” by Oscar Williams
“Clean Socks” by Anna Kate Stanley
“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by Doc Luben
“2AM, and the Rabbinical Students Stand in their Bathrobes” by Yehoshua November
“I Remembered” by Sara Teasdale
“a poem to all the dead things” by Ava (@amethyst.hour on Instagram)
“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
“I want to see the tulips in Holland.” by @byrdieprose
“Palestine,” acrylic, watercolor, & paper collage on paper, 2024
A visual commentary on the U. S. government’s involvement in the genocide of Palestinians 🍉
Love
Touch me.
Caress me.
Shiver the dust from my bones
And patch the rusted holes of my organs.
Quell the drought of my valleys,
Ushering in the wildflowers and honeybees.
Breathe life back into this old clay
And make me whole again.
Lover
Melt your fingertips into my skin,
Honey dripping between limbs.
Ebony hands gripping porcelain hips,
Obsidian and howlite,
Evening and starlight,
Melt me with your tender kiss.
Oh, lover,
Sweet embrace among silken cloth,
Hovering like a moth
To your flame, under our covers.
Clean (warning: suicide, drugs)
Lipstick-stained syringe on the counter,
Constantly seated on the edge of disaster,
Round and round on a carousel of brain matter,
I know the spiral all too well.
Anything for the chemicals
When your mind drives you mental.
Push comes to shove and you’re in an office checking “No,” I’ve never tried to kill myself.
The doctor prescribes a pill off the pharmaceutical shelf
To make you feel more like yourself
But a pill
Cannot fill
What is left of your shredded psyche
With its hallucinations of lunacy.
I wonder if the 10,000 hours theory
Is true for suffering.
Have I mastered my craft?
I'm doing a few watercolour arcane things to soothe the brainworms. It's the only material i have available rn and I havent whipped them out in a while
“this story is ai generated—” blocked “this art is ai genera—” Blocked “this media is ai—” BLOCKED
so this is my art <3 this is my latest small watercolor painting, i did in august and i really love it.. since people actually were interested in my art :] (i see u my mutual.. i just got some problems with tumblr and I CANT ANSWER AAH)
is it a good idea to post my art on here? I think it would be cute really because before i did post them on my insta and had like a public art account you know but then I didn't do much progress and i dont paint or draw regularly so i never really grew my account and ended up making it a private personal account. SO now.. should i post my art on here..? i'm sure that on tumblr there's at least ONE person who wanna see my art somewhere on this earth.
damn girl are you a tuna because you’re so bluefin
she asked for my love and i gave her a dangerous mind
evil beast
