Do we think they ever went back and got Luka out of that sewer at the end of Ephemeral?
Do we think they ever went back and got Luka out of that sewer at the end of Ephemeral?
My new Kazutora fic was created with the same feeling that I had with Mordant (Levi Ackerman), in that I’m so excited about it and I don’t know if I can top this characterization. Fair warning, there’s some dark content and it will most likely hit around 20k words.
Pls comment if you’d like a 2-parter(~10k/chapter) or 4-parts (~5k/chapter). I wrote this with a more cinematic mindset— it’s supposed to be enjoyed in one sitting but I understand that’s asking a lot.
as much as I’m sad that there’s a new chat, catwalker is pretty cute-( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )
I got lots of commission ahead. Last night, drew something for me🌼 I miss my boy 🥰💕
Are you ever soooooo mentally ill
this dream isn't feeling sweet we're reeling through the midnight streets and i've never felt more alone it feels so scary, getting old.
Pero cariño, estás buscando amor en unos ojos que ni siquiera te miran.
Cuídate y se muy feliz, le dije, mientras aguantaba las lágrimas.
compilation of ai break doodles
Sus ojos, claros, ahora se nublan cada noche mientras ella se hunde en su almohada, en un mar oscuro lleno de decepciones y melancolía.
can you imagine how much cash therapists make in paris
1.15.22 journal spread - leaves, sheet music, & envelopes to open for surprises
i had a lot of this leftover paper from the handmade christmas cards i did this past month. i loved the warm tartan pattern for winter. it made me think of a soft blanket, and the way rugged elements like pine and fern could tie into the color palette.
the sheet music is worn to look like the beloved staves of christmas carols, & makes me think of a music book used in a little chapel in the woods. i have a deep love for studying the stories behind winter hymns and folk tunes we love, so this felt within the same stream. i also had this scrap cardboard paper that I used to make my first attempt at envelope-making (ha! harder than it looks) & found more of these little flower cut-outs. i may try and dry some real flowers this week to replace the little inserts.
felt good to decompress this week after a week and half of neglecting journal time & to create whatever came into my head again. been listening to my favorite soft hozier playlist, specifically the live recording of The Parting Glass, but also been dwelling in Rural Tendencies by @shy-himbo, master of playlist making. here’s to restful & re-centered saturdays again, taking time to our selves & filling up our souls with the things we love
(CW: Arson, Mentions of Death)
In all his years of living, Luo Qiangyi had always held heroes in such high regard. Selfless, they would always toss themselves into the flames of conflict, not sure if they'd see it quenched or if their own bodies would remain intact, but resolute in their hope, that maybe their will could bring about change. Such a notion brought light to a young boy's eyes, but now, in this moment, he wasn't sure what it meant to him. For everything that he had believed, and all that he had done till this point... It felt shallow.
Hollow, meaningless, moot.
He followed the example of myths, of legends, he held firm to his beliefs and never dismissed the dignity of any who stood before him, and yet, he received nothing in return. No triumphant tale, no grand reward from the heavens, no peaceful rest... Time and time again he was tested, and for what? Life had only taken, never given. First it took his freedom, then his family, his honor as a Luo, his joy as a living, breathing being of this realm; yet everything was fine, for he still had his hope. No matter how many times he fell, he still clung desperately to a fleeting promise of a brighter future, for life had to have meaning, this he was sure of.
If but only for a time.
Today changed that, flipped it upon its head, then burnt it all to the ground. His last attempt to spin his life anew had only unwound it further, alongside the lives of those he held dear. An omen is what he was, and regardless of how much he struggled, everyone he met was fated to fall alongside him. Life was meaningless when it came alongside Luo Qiangyi, but in a way it had finally succeeded in its twisted goals - it had robbed the boy of the final thing he could call his own.
And as his charred hand finally let go of the blasphemy's rib, he fell, laughing all the while. it's all he could do, now, at himself, at his life, at this situation, at the world he was born into, he laughed with what little air he had within his collapsing lungs, and let those salted tears that came with it scorn the earth he was falling towards. He suffered, he lost, he mourned, but he tried, he tried his damndest to make sure others would never have to feel that sinking pit within their stomachs, to know that, at the end of every day, you were truly alone without anything to ease that pain, and what did that get him, get those that he tried to save? Nothing but the selfsame suffering he had felt for ages. Lao, Meili, Laina... Their homes, their belongings, their community, it all burned to a crisp and was flattened by a beast even though Qiangyi had sworn his protection. And hells, what of Blue Sky? So weak and feeble he was that in his attempts to save others, Luo only damned himself. He would never be able to show Kublai just how determined he was to see his dreams manifest before him, never thank Jak for her words and her gift, never bake Dáva a cake of her own, never apologize to Frey for his harsh words and Seru, his brother-
But just as quickly as he had let go, Qiangyi had plummeted, his thoughtful reverie cut short as his body finally met the flaming remnants beneath him. He crashed, he tumbled, he broke all over again - fresh corpses and the remnants of those that had once lived in these homes being welcome cushions to the charred wood and stone. Ironic that even in death, they were still able to ease the boy's suffering if by just the littlest margin, and he, their protector, could not do the same. And such irony was not lost on the Yanxian as now, laying on the burnt memories of his newfound family, his chuckles turned to heaving, those bitter tears soon giving way to wailing, his cries echoing the suffering of two decades, twenty long years of pains never addressed. And even as the flames began to lick at his cheek, their wispy tendrils threatening to devour him whole, he stayed still, like a babe nestled deep within its crib. What could he do? His existence brought pain, yet his absence did the same. This was wrong, all wrong... Life shouldn't be this way, and yet it is, and has been - he’s lived through such things his entire life. Soon enough, the boy’s cries subside, his whimpering dying off to silence, his ears only attuning to the distant cries of sorrow and panic amidst the pyre. Yes… This is how it’s always been; suffering begets suffering, and happiness? Nothing but a fading distraction from that fact. Existence continues on, regardless of how many cry out in agony against it, so why bother? With a final, cursory glance towards the roof he had just fallen through, Qiangyi lets himself smile.
Is this what peace feels like?
The flames encroach ever closer, and Luo simply huddles close within himself. After years and years of running from the blaze, he's finally seen it for what it was. There was never a reason to fear it, such was just a learned reaction from those around him. Instead, he now learned to embrace it, all its flaws and damnable truths laid bare before him. The pain subsides, and as he hears the distinct crack and crumbling of wood behind him, he closes his eyes, and welcomes his newfound friend.
It's high time he's finally had his share of rest.
(@'ing the BSB gang for their brief mentions and having a hand in the RP that spurred all of this! @miqojak, @sola-ffxiv, @corpse-dancer, @rukaen)
i just think his costume should make rubber squeaking noises when he runs
WRITING GOALS: 01-06/2022
this post is an effort to hold myself accountable to continuing and hopefully completing two of my three multi-chapter WIPs before we are halfway through the year. this does not take into account any collaborations. June is the month for overflow.
complete + post DogTrainer!Kazutora Hanemiya x Female!Reader fic for @/kshira’s FWB Collab
complete + post One Day - Chapter 7
work on Sheep Hide Wolves Teeth - Chapter 6
complete + post One Day - Chapter 8 + moodboards
One Day may or may not have a 9th chapter. If I need to add this chapter then I will prioritize it above SHWT.
complete + post Sheep Hide Wolves Teeth - Chapter 6
complete + post Sheep Hide Wolves Teeth - Chapter 7
complete + post Sheep Hide Wolves Teeth - Chapter 8
Blank for overflow.
WAIT @firerose MENTIONED HOW BUNNYX TRAUMATISED MARINETTE WITH CHAT BLANC BC SHE WAS SURE THAT MARINETTE CAN HANDLE IT WITHOUT HER HELP AND DIDN'T CONSIDER THE FACT THAT THIS MARINETTE IS STILL A CHILD UNLIKE THE GROWNUP VERSION IN BUNNYX'S TIMELINE SO WHAT IF THE REASON BUNNYX DIDN'T APPEAR IN EPHEMERAL WAS EXACTLY BC SHE THOUGHT THAT MARINETTE AND ADRIEN AND (PROBABLY) LUKA CAN HANDLE THIS THEMSELVES AND DIDN'T CONSIDER THE FACT THAT ALL OF THEM ARE JUST KIDS??? ALIX, PLS DON'T HAVE KIDS ANYTIME SOON!
Art for art's sake, money for god's sake. A while back now, the state roads & traffic authority paid painterly people to brighten up the really dull green traffic signal control boxes across the Inner West, with mixed results.
Annandale, Canterbury, Marrickville, Newtown, Campsie.