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Some drawings of mine

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Original drawing (please don’t repost or steal!)

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Nature Echoes You

You dance upon the ground,

And the earth splits at your feet.

You cry till sobs shake your frame,

And the sky breaks open with rain.

You scream your throat raw,

And thunder answers.

Lighting echoes in the sky

The pain inside your fragile body.

But as you sit in the snow

You feel nothing but cold.

As nature calls out for you

You are hopelessly trapped.

Tangled up in the human lives,

Ensnared by those too-blue eyes.

Those eyes don’t exist in anything natural

And you wonder if he’s human.

But it doesn’t matter.

You love him, to the ends of sanity.

So as he walks away,

Winter sets in.

And when the rain is done,

And the thunder and lighting fade away,

And the earth seals up,

You sit alone in the snow

Feeling nothing but cold.

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“The Writer” from Isaac

You named yourself “The Writer”,

Wrote the words from my lips.

You molded a thousand souls

And sculpted a hundred stories.

You broke a thousand people,

Burned a hundred homes.

You tore and razed and ripped apart

All because you were bored.

You were a god,

A cold, capricious god,

A narcissistic child

Given to sudden flights of fancy.

You wove your pretty strings

And made them dance and sing.

Puppeteered your subjects

Until they kneeled at your feet.

But you were bored,

Bored and angry and lonely and sad.

So you set out to make a new puppet,

A one of a kind puppet.

You sculpted me so perfect

With weak, breakable string.

You put a knife in one hand

And a gun in the other.

You drove away my father

Killed my aunt, my uncle, my mother.

Destroyed all that I loved

Then pulled back the curtain.

You filled me up with hatred

And revealed my controls.

So when I cut the strings that held me

I’d shoot to kill the one that made me.

Did you count on the fire?

The ghost who burned and flames my desire?

Did you plan on me finding love

And then finding the door out?

He made me promise not to kill you

And however I’d like you dead,

I’d willingly die with you,

If it came to that.

You named me Isaac

After Abraham’s son and sacrificial lamb.

You wanted me to kill you,

But I found a way out.

Now Writer,

Do what you do best.

Write yourself a new story,

A way out for yourself.

Sincerely, Isaac

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Some old artwork, a print I made a few years ago

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This boi’s based on a harbor seal. Therefore, their name is now Robah. So creative, I know.

@eliasrcade @thats-kat-with-a-k @kitsunesurlalune @alliedoesstuff @callmetea @nammies

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My DnD character, Bassam Morvir. They’re true neutral and a Tiefling sorcerer!

@eliasrcade @thats-kat-with-a-k @callmetea @nammies @alliedoesstuff

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Here’s this little shit. I don’t really know their name or anything about them yet other than they’re blind and a true neutral.

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Here it is!

A Writing And Drawing Blog

I’m thinking of making a blog specifically for drawings and writings? Would anyone be interested?

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Better Left Forgotten

Estrella has always cared for the libraries, as long as she can remember. Most of the others grew with Colors, but not her or Mary. She understood why Mary was strange. She was a Muse, something older and something… other.

And Estrella was fine with that. She wasn’t one to judge.

When Mary looked different, she tried to to act shocked by the change. When she would forget her name, Estrella tried to help. And she never judged Mary for changing pronouns.

That begged the question, however, for what made Estrella different. She had stayed older this entire time, never aging. And she didn’t feel quite like she belonged.

She picked up another book that she found laying on the ground between two shelves. It didn’t belong to any of the memory libraries that she knew of, so she carried it over to her desk, piling it on top of the other stray books hidden under it.

For once, she didn’t like to read these books. These stories of Someone named Estelle or Stella, that she had to stop peeking at when her neck started to hurt.

She studiously ignored the rope burn that appeared after she picked up the book.

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The Omen

It was strange, coming back as a Grim. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard screeching tires and crunching metal.

I didn’t sleep much.

I would sometimes sit on the edge of a roof in my human form, watching the humans go past. I blinked and could see the ghosts that walked amongst them, their pasts, their regrets. I smiled, knowing I was just a worse ghost.

I would take long walks through the forests, feeling called to certain people. When they saw me and my black fur and my red eyes, I could hear their hearts stutter and smell their fear. I’d watch them for a moment before wandering away, knowing they’d be dead within the week.

I stared in his eyes, knowing I could never take his soul. For he already had mine, the pull I felt for him different than the usual. I sat back on my haunches before shifting back to a woman, fair skinned and dark in hair and eye. Just like I had been all those years ago. He knelt, cupping my cheek. I couldn’t take him.

It was sad when I was seen by a child. They would come up to me and run their hands through my fur, laughing and smiling. I’d bark for them, heart dropping. They reminded me of my daughter.

Cemeteries are cold, crowded with spirits. Some haunt me now, angry. I didn’t kill them, I just warned them. But the blame rests on my shoulders.

Grims warn of death coming, a herald of sorts. There are more omens then I, the ghost dog. The banshee, the murder of crows, the daytime owl.

As I stood there, a knife to my throat, I wandered if the death I was heralding was mine.

I closed my eyes.

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He Knows

He wrote feverishly, bent over his desk. Stella would have stopped him and made him take a break, but she isn’t here now. She would never be here again.

He ignored the cold bed behind him, trying to leave those memories alone.

The paper in front of him was the only thing that mattered anymore. But the words were just at the edge of his brain, on the tip of his tongue. Just out of reach. He trembled in anger, the pen breaking in his grip.

He cursed and threw the pen away, standing up to get another one. His eyes landed on the bed.

“Stella… Estelle, I’ll fix this. Somehow.” He grabbed the pen and turned back to his writing. He had to find a way. Science and religion eluded him. Magic was unknown. But writing. He could write. He would write them a new ending.

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A man stood behind me as I typed. I knew that when I stopped, he would be there. He wants revenge. For his aunt, his uncle, his mother. For Clarissa and Ethel and Stella. Estelle? Which is it

[It’s both. She was named Estelle but went by Stella. You don’t get to judge, Writer.]

I froze in fear as he placed a hand on my shoulder. But I felt compelled to keep writing. Maybe if I kept writing, he wouldn’t kill me.

[I don’t want to kill you. Not yet.]

I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but his hand felt like it was burning against my shoulder and then he disappeared. I don’t know where he went, but it can’t be anyth

[Finally, I have control. Thanks to my favorite puppet. They keep thinking about me, writing about me, feeling guilt over me.

They should. I am their monster. I am the product of their hatred and bloodlust and anger. They should be scared.

You should be scared.]

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Taglist: @eliasrcade @nammies @wilford-woofstache @existential-cloud @gmcfyuffins

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From Theodosia

(This poem is a tie in to the short story I uploaded a few days ago. It’s not necessary to read that to understand this, but it is recommended.)

(Warnings: manipulation mention, changing rhyming scheme, abusive relationship mention)

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You don’t believe

The words they say.

You stand beside him

As he ruins your name.

Your burning heart

Reduced to ash,

You’re lost to shadows.

At long last

He takes his prize,

The broken boy.

Open your eyes,

Don’t be a toy.

I beg of you,

Just listen.

Love doesn’t make you blue

Or build you a prison.

I beg you to see

Before it’s to be late

The man you set free

Within your heart’s gates.

He’s wrath and pride

So my friend,

Don’t be surprised

When this story ends

Not the way you planned it.

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Taglist: @eliasrcade @wilford-woofstache @nammies @alliedoesstuff @existential-cloud @thehuannasaw

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BURN (Josiah and Karayan)

Summary: Karayan, a highly respected Nightmare Demon, informed the court of Hell that he impregnated a human woman. His lover, the Fire Demon Josiah, feels hurt and betrayed.

Warnings: cheating, manipulation, fire

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Josiah knelt beside the fireplace in his and Karayan’s foyer. He traced the words that his love had written him in their letters. His face was blank, the emotions too sharp and hot to let them run free. He heard the floorboards creak near the door.

“I kept your letters, all of them,” he announced without turning around. Karayan was silent behind him. “I told Theodosia what you did, what you told the court today.”

“Josiah, pe-“ Karayan started, the tale tell creak of the floorboards heralding his step forward.

Josiah stood up and whipped around, holding up a hand while the other one crumpled up the letter he was holding.

“Don’t. Don’t take another step. Or I swear by the gods, I will leave and never come back.” He sounded cold and emotionless, but, in truth, he felt moments away from breaking.

Karayan, thankfully, stood still. He seemed shocked. Josiah would normally be proud of himself, but there was no room in his heart for pride.

“You… How could you? I trusted you, Carter!” A few stubborn tears fell down his cheeks.

“Josiah, it wasn’t meant to hurt you. Calm down, pet.” Karayan may have meant to sound reassuring, but it just made Josiah want to tear his throat out.

“It wasn’t meant to hurt me? You told the whole court how you cheated on me with some girl and had a child! Carter, it hurts! You didn’t even tell me first! I had to find out while I stood beside you, as you told the world how much of a fool I am!” Josiah was too upset to notice that Karayan was walking towards him.

“Josiah…” It was a warning, not that Josiah cared.

“You know what Theodosia said when I came to her, crying? She called me fool for not seeing this coming! She said that I fell in love with a power hungry man who could never love me back!” His voice broke on the last word. He hugged himself, the letters crumbled and in danger of being torn apart by his shaking.

Karayan took another step and Josiah flung himself backwards, towards the fireplace.

“Stop!” Josiah screamed, the letters in his grasp lighting on fire. Josiah looked down at them, blinking. He could burn it away, burn it all away. How much he loved Karayan, how foolish his heart is, how stupid he was. He never should have trusted a demon.

“Josiah!”

“No! No, you’re gonna shut up and listen! I was a fool who should have left you years ago. Did you ever love me? Or was I just a play thing, someone to warm your bed at night?” Josiah was crying, but he didn’t care.

“No, that’s not-“

“Don’t lie to me! I should leave you right now!” Josiah pushed past Karayan, headed towards the door. “Give me one reason not to!”

Karayan grabbed his arm, pulling him close to himself. Josiah looked up at him, just now realizing how angry he was. Just now noticing the gray skin and demon horns on his head. Just now noticing the white eyes. He sucked in a breath. Karayan grabbed his chin and pulled his face upwards.

“You will never leave me. I’ll make sure of that.”

That’s the last time they were equals, the last time Josiah remembered Theodosia, the last time Josiah was seen in the court.

The last time Josiah was more than Karayan’s pet.

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H&H OC Week: Day 4

Nightmare

Colors was cold and wet. They had been treading water for a long time, but they were starting to get tired. Their lungs and legs burned, their arms begging for rest.

Colors started crying.

Their treading slowed, their eyelids slipping closed. They woke up underwater.

They quickly kicked their way back to the surface, coughing and trying to push their wet hair out of their eyes without falling back under.

While their surroundings were similar to the real ocean, it was more blue than any ocean they had ever seen. They had only seen an ocean this blue when Jack and Mark had played Subnautica.

Were they in Subnautica?

Before they could question any more, they felt something wrap around their foot. They could feel it wrapping around their body. It curled around their arms and covered their mouth.

Then it started whispering.

It told them that they were a failure, useless, worthless. No matter how hard they tried, they would always fail. Wouldn’t everyone be better off without such a useless failure? They should just give up. Stop fighting.

Colors gave up and stopped fighting. They kept on crying, though.

It started dragging them down, water begging to be let it. It wanted to drown them. They just didn’t care anymore. They wanted it to stop hurting.

A seamoth came up towards them. Inside was Mark and a girl about their age with bluish hair.

The light from the seamoth made whatever it was let go of them. They drifted slowly upwards. The girl got out of the seamoth and pulled them to the surface.

“It’s ok, the terrorling is gone now. Your safe. What’s your name?” the girl asked. Mark sat on top of the open seamoth, eyeing the ocean suspiciously.

“I’m Colors…” they answered quietly. The girl smiled, pulling them towards a portal that had just opened.

“I’m G! We’re taking you somewhere safe. You’ll love it!” G said enthusiastically. Colors offered a weak smile.

They could still hear the terrorling. They agreed with it.

@gmcfyuffins @nammies @existential-cloud @hearts-and-heroes @markihub

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Purple

Summary: Even Void had a beginning. They had a favorite color.

While Colors didn’t start remembering things for months, even years, after our birth, I began remembering after mere seconds. However, seconds is all it took to ‘forget’ our birth.

When we were younger, we were closer. As a result, I was closer to the surface. I could take over without a fuss, we even shared control.

As we got older, we got likes and dislikes. Morals and habits. Personality.

I slowly noticed that my I liked what she didn’t liked and didn’t like what she liked. My morals were opposite, as were my habits.

She liked overalls and I hated them. When she liked dresses, I preferred pants. She liked purple and I hated it.

Things got more crowded. More people showed up in our head, ghosts and muses and afflictions. With things so crowded, she stopped playing with me.

She stopped giving me attention.

The mind space just looked like her (our) room except for one c difference.

Everything was purple.

I hated that color, hated it with a burning passion. I wanted it gone, and she might have listened to me once. She didn’t listen to me anymore.

I needed to make her listen.

I forced myself to love the color purple. Grapes, flowers, sunsets, grape scented lip balm that she hated.

She hated that lip balm… But I loved it.

I used that, dug my fingers into that tiny speck of hate and made it grow. I made her hate purple just as I had. I found I loved it now.

The colors changed to red and pink. Now, however, the others didn’t like me.

The shoved me down where the bad dreams go. The hid me, got rid of me.

And I painted the sky purple in that hidden place. I did it not because I liked the color but because I could.

Because I won.

@nammies @existential-cloud @gmcfyuffins

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Caesar Cipher

Artificial Intelligence online…

Optical Processors online…

Audio Processors online…

Vocal Processors damaged…

They blinked, feeling their optics come online. Even with their optics working at 90% efficiency, they couldn’t see their surroundings. They reached upwards, recoiling when their hands came upon a barrier.

Not blind, just trapped, they thought. They pushed against the the barrier, somehow still shocked when it yielded beneath their hands. They had to close their eyes against the sudden light, sitting up.

“Hello, who are you?” a voice said.

Analyzing speech patterns… Speech patterns indicate the speaker is an adolescent, most likely a female.

They opened their eyes, optic whirring as they took took in their surroundings. They were in a smallish bedroom. A teenager with chest-length brown hair and dark eyes that could be blue or green staring at them from on top of the bed.

“I-I am unsure of my designation. Th-those files are co-o-oroded,” they said in response to the teen.

“Oh! Well, my name’s Emma, but they’ve started calling me Colors. You can call me that, too. I-if you want to!” the teen, Colors, said. “Um, what are your pronouns?”

“They/them,” they responded immediately. Their pronouns were the only things they were sure of.

Colors nodded, “Cool, cool. My pronouns are whatever you wanna call me! Most people use that as an excuse to keep calling me she/her, but some of my friends are really embracing it!”

They decided to vary the pronouns they used for Colors, if only because of how it made him smile and blush when she talked about their friends doing so.

“I b-believe I need a designation,” they said, standing up. They looked down and realized they were in a cardboard shipping container, the bottom and sides reinforced by plastic on the inside.

“Um… you seem to be some sorta robot… so maybe Android? Code? Error?” Colors said. They went up to him and sat down on the bed.

“I li-ike Code. A-android is too ‘on th-the nose’ and Error imp-plies that I-I am the error. I als-so enjoy the s-similarity to your own ch-chosen name, Colors,” the newly named Code answered. Colors smiled, leaning towards them with open arms before suddenly freezing.

“Is it ok if I hug you?” they asked softly. Code blinked.

“O-of course,” they answered. Colors smiled and fell the rest of the way, hugging them underneath their arms. Code could feel them pressing his head against their shoulder.

Code smiled.

All too quickly, Colors let go and sat up. She had a curios look on his face.

“One more question. Why do you look like me?” Colors asked. Code looked to their left at a mirror, noting their reflections.

“I… I don’t kn-now…” Code whispered. Because Colors was right, the both of them were nearly identical.

‘Nearly’ being the operative word.

Code traced the scars they hadn’t noticed that ran up their hands and arms to hide beneath the blue scrubs they were wearing and reappeared on their neck and along their bald head. They poked at the tear on their cheek that revealed wires.

Colors grabbed their hands and forced them to look her in the eyes.

“We’ll figure it out.”

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