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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Another round of patches printed. Ive block printed well over 400 patches in 7 days. Are you proud of me? I'm proud of me 🌟

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Every bathroom trip comes with a side of beans in this house.

A fluffy little tabby paw pokes out from the gap beneath a bathroom door.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

A bizarre creature who enjoys bizarre things

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

I highly recommend looking at sunsets/sunrises upside down. It really brings out a unique perspective of the lights and shadows.

An upside down picture of a neon pink and soft purple sunset along the underside of a sheet of clouds.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 07/06/2026

Anyone else have to get existential and deep just to get the motivation to do some dishes? #poem #poetry #doyourdishes

The Dishes

The flies get me to do my dishes.

Dirty dishes + Dirty dish water = flies.

Through the cracks in my door
Through my cracked open windows.

Flies + Dirty dishes = maggots.

Like that summer I had no ac
And they feasted while I slept through a hundred degrees.

Flies + Maggots + Me = mass insecticide.

Did you know even flies have

dopamine + serotonin + The ability to feel stress?

I think of it every time I drown them in bleach water
Or swat them with murderous intent.

What am I to them?
A colossus + immeasurable wealth.

I do not partake.
I do not share.

When they dodge my hand and fly at my face I think of David and Goliath.
I think of the colossus I throw my own tiny body at like a stone.

Privilege + greed - Compassion = 1%

Does a fly do the same math?
Do they too know they outnumber their oppressors?
To them, does insecticide in the name of hygiene ring differently
Than genocide in the name of ethnic cleansing?

I hope it does.
I can't ask a fly.
I fear the answer.

So I put on my dish gloves
And shake my head at my reflection in the water
For having to be a bleeding heart poet
Just to do the damn dishes.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

The stories of trees One time I stood on the gnarled roots of my late maple friend as I leaned on their trunk and felt what it was to bob in the currents of soil over many many years. This one is for you, my friend. I miss you. #poem #poetry #trees

The stories of trees

To the trees I ask
pushing breath past my larynx,
Could you tell it again?

The trees, all at once, answer with the air pushing past their leaves.
Yes.

The wind stirs them like a muse moving a heart to create and their voices rise in a roar of flutters.

The fir tells the one about the daydream it had through the long moment of the winter season while it waited for spring.

The maple tells the one about the oceanic churning of the soil
So solid and still to me in my days,
Yet ebbing and flowing through its decades.

Maybe, if it feels up to it, the beech will tell the one about the whispers pulsing through an unseen lace of mycelium delicately wrapped around its roots. Or perhaps it will just rustle a wordless tune to the violets.

While they speak, they scrawl their signatures across the blank paper sky with budding branch tips.

The wind stops as if to ponder these authors' stories for a moment, but the words vanish with its stillness.
So it stirs them again as if to say
Could you tell me another?

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

Stay. A poem about finding reasons to stay in spite of it all, no matter how small. Reasons hold as much meaning as you give them. They can hold a lot. #poem #poetry

Stay

How many times have I stayed?
To see my favorite color, sunset, again?
To hold my ear against the rumbling motor of a cats purr?
To do the dishes to have the dishes to share a meal?
To see your face again?
And yours?
And yours?
And yours?
Time spent staying changes me.
Each day my edges push out against the shapes made to crush me.
My skin thickens until it cracks, revealing the soft creature underneath
Weeping
Laughing
Trying
Asking
What will I stay for today?

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 05/04/2026

QRT ghost art (I paint a lot of ghosts/spirits so this one was perfect for me) #ghost #art

A crying nesting doll shaped figure with a hollow in her chest that houses a dotted outline of another figure. Within the outline is a heart. She missed her child dearly.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

Thinking of getting a dandelion tatt like a basic bitch. Its exhausting being extra all the time. Lemme have this

A sketch of a dandelion with aesthetic curves that would look good on my forearm

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

Inspector Spindle on the left, Sir Beezle on the right. Almost every time I'm in the living room they flank me.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 14/03/2026

Thank you! Just don't shown him the first serving before I realized I should make a nice plate, lol (If I can reasonably, occasionally unreasonably, eat something from a bowl with a spoon I will)

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

Rare pull from the food pantry: lamb shanks. My first time cooking them. Braised in a five buck red wine. Recipe said to strain the veggies from the sauce but why on earth would I do that? They're delicious too.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 06/03/2026

Another poem I'm thinking of making a zine with all my poetry. #poetry #poem

The animals across the sea
Have families like me.
Their children play and learn.
They go to their jobs, then go home.
Or they did.
They are violent, lowly, ugly things
That would kill me if I blink
They do not deserve humanity.
The human that is me
And the human on tv
We say that we should cage them and bomb them.
And we do
So we never have to meet them.

The animals next door to me
Have cookouts with friends like me
They garden and offer me some of what they grow.
Or they did.
They are lazy, compassionless, and lustful things
That would take all I have if I blink
They do not deserve humanity.
The human that is me
And the human on tv
We say we should round them up and take all they have away.
And we do
So we never have to know them.

The animals that are not me
Have the same wants and needs
To feel, create, commune, and survive.
They build homes, make meals, and tell stories.
Or they did.
They are greedy, vengeful, desperate things
They do not deserve what I have.
They will do what the human that is me and the human on tv do to them if we blink.
So we beat them to it every day.
We must.
So we never have to see them as human
Or see ourselves as animals

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 25/02/2026

Today's craft to cope with The Horrors©️™️ A rib bone I found on the sidewalk, beads, ribbons, and thread to make a decoration/charm for good fortune. It works like a horseshoe.

Three strands of beads made of shell, seed beads, wood, and amethyst hang off a weathered section of rib bone hanging from a pair of thin ribbons hooked over a push pin in a wall.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 18/02/2026

I glazed a bowl today. I wish I could keep it, but its for a fundraiser. So excited to see it after it's fired!

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

I kept an old pair of cheap jeans because they were my favorite, yet unfixable when the thighs wore out. They'd start tearing along the edge of the patches. Now its becoming feathers

Fabric feathers made by sewing a ribbon downbthe center of a piece and fraying the edges

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 01/02/2026

Coping with the horrors by needle felting lil bendy guys.

I hold up a multicolored needle felted poppet with 4 arms, 2 legs, and 4 spikes on its head. One arm is bent into a wave. In the background is an unfinished red one.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Now I've crocheted this bag saver. Time to do some wrist stretches. Link to pattern in the comments

I hold up a stuffed crochet black, white, and gray bag saver with a 6 pointed star patterned mesh body and a tassel at the top

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Crochet star pillow now also complete! The pattern was meant for a fluffier yarn than LB Hometown, but it was the only yarn the right weight in the right color at the store.

A golden yellow crochet star pillow made with a chunky yarn.

The crochet star pillow sits next to the previously completed croissant...I mean, moon pillow.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 16/01/2026

Crocheted a moon pillow for my celestial living room theme. Finishing up a star pillow soon.

I hold up a crochet crescent moon pillow. Its a gradient of blue, light on the inside, darker on the edge. Paper star ornaments hang in the background over a tie die heart wall tapestry.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 24/12/2025

Update: it was PRETTY MUCH NOTHING. He probably got a clogged gland that fixed itself. Diagnosis is: he big but only a little fat and his cholesterol is slightly elevated. Same. Bro. Same. This is him having become one with my hoodie to hide from the vet.

A hoodie in the corner on a bench with a large cat sized lump under it. Text and an arrow labels it as "Beezle"

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 23/12/2025

The Lad©️ needs to go to the vet today to check and see if he's got stones. Lets hope all goes well and the solution is affordable.

Sir Beezle, the big black house panther, sits on a leg concealed by a red blanket. His big paws rest in front of him as he stares handsomely at the camera with golden eyes.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

Pomegranates. Not as dramatic as pitting cherries, but not for want of trying. Do I only go to the underworld for the seeds I ate, or do the ones I spit into an empty Celsius can count?

A bowl of pomegranate seeds surrounded by red splatters of juice and the hollowed out carcass halves of their home pomegranate.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

I uhhhh I didn't read this as intended the first time through. Mostly because it reminded me of this (But you're right though)

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 26/11/2025

Thrift score It hasn't said anything to me yet, but when it does it will almost certainly be a riddle at 3am

A porcelain lower face decorative jester mask with emphasized features and a, probably unintentionally, menacingly big smile framed in brigh red lips. It hangs from a three ribbon strand in coordinating colors.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

Sometimes I get this "anything but that" energy. This time, it was hang a shelf (and clean the hair clippers, and tailor something) instead of doing the dishes or kitty litter. Now I have somewhere to put the paperclay masks I've sculpted. And some tchotchkes!

An angry blue baby head with pink crystals sprouting out. A horned cyclops with a floral eye and chains. A celestial golem with gold chain pouring from its missing eye, a really overripe baby. A bone fragment, green crystal, and fossil too

A yellow mask with two different textures of red paint going over its forehead down its nose. A red mask with vertical yellow eyes and a double nose so either end can be up. A little yellow mask with bloody eye sockets, bared teeth, and squiggly black hair. A white mask with three black sclera eyes in a row down the middle. And a black led candle, large bone fragment, rainbow pride rubber duckie, and trans pride crochet rainbow (or perogie depending how you look at it)

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

Somewhere a country bro and somewhere else an ironically country hipster wake in cold sweat terror because I dyed a good condition vintage Cabela's duck canvas jacket.

A close up of the back of a duck canvas jacket. Rather than the tan color they usually are, its a muted purple.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 26/10/2025

Me, up till 4am, makin lil crochet plushie fellas Next they get faces n stuff

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

Someday I'm gonna have an albums worth of kitty breakfast song covers #cats

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 19/09/2025

I inked some old sketches using a marker i found on the sidewalk.

A bust of a humanoid figure with a floating mask for a face. The pupils are red. Behind it floats other masks with fully red eyes. It gestures with a hand dripping with red.

A shadowy figure floats, pulling its ragged cloak around its middle where multiple hands of varying sizes are. One big red hand silhouette reaches away from its side. Its head is just a floating set of teeth surrounding an eye.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

A poem about all the potential that sprouts with the blossoming of love.

Potential is a pretty thing to kill
Honeysuckle sweet
It whispers "what if?"
Doe eyed wonder
Beneath rose tinted lenses.

One day its a little sprout in your corner of my heart.
Next day I need a machete to reach you.

Potential is a pretty thing to kill
It takes "love them for who they are" and twists it into "love them for what they could be"
The what ifs become if onlys.
A wall between you and I.

I take my machete.
I start chopping.
Its cries sound like you.
But it is not who I love.
It only imitates you.
Still, I mourn every slice.
Day after day I return
To find its body still twitching
And I murder it.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 28/08/2025

Just a few hours into a queer dating app and I have had to add this pic to the "private pics" section so the cis/het guys who didn't read my profile know what to do. The other private pics are just my cats.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 24/08/2025

I can do this (I was painting a set for a play today so very painty) If my body didn't hold fat like its the irish potato famine (thx ancestors lol) I could still put my ankle behind my head. Also my skin is very unstretchy. I am dense packed.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Nature gives me good feathers So I made a witch's ladder #witch #feathers

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 10/08/2025

Another poem. This one is about being an excellent relationship placeholder. #poem #poetry

My love does not fit you
But you wear it anyway.

A coat that keeps the lonely cold at bay.
Itchy at the collar.
Long in the sleeve.
Not quite your style.
I still serve the purpose given to me.

We are as close as fabric on skin.
Lips to necks.
Fingers interwoven.
Not quite together,
Yet our needs intertwine.

You find a new coat to keep the lonely cold at bay.
Soft in the collar.
Right in the sleeve.
Quite your style.
The closet door closes on me like a casket.

I am creased and worn where our limbs would bend.
Reaching out.
Holding each other.
Empty now
I remember the shape of you.

My love never fit you
You just wanted me for warmth.

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

I've got that model but an little chonky

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Dark Lunch Studio 🎨 @darklunchstudio.bsky.social · 03/08/2025

Entity I remembered all day really clearly from my dream last night. Every time I looked away it ran and parkoured real fast to get where I was looking (out a window) and maintain eye contact. I was like "how are you doing that?" Then I woke up. #weird

A humanoid shadow with a thin red outline and close set white and black eyes also outlined with red. It doesn't have visible hands. The arms just fade out.

A close-up of its blank, unreadable stare.

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