#and they inspired millions of people to hold space in their hearts for love

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Heart Eyes

Painted for a lovely moot on Xitter 💖

[atinyslittleworld]

Spaces Between Us

idol!seonghwa x f!reader

Genre: angst, breakup

Word Count: 1,2k

Warnings: readers who are sensitive to issues like any kind of bullying and criticism, readers who suffer from anxiety or depression should avoid reading, if you do proceed please do so at your own discretion

a/n: this is the backstory from the Ghost Of You and it's also inspired by the song "Spaces" from One Direction, take care of your emotional well being, i hope that you like it xx

Seonghwa's girlfriend had always known that falling in love with someone like him came with risks. When they first met, he was just a passionate young artist, full of dreams but with a heart still tethered to the ordinary world. She loved that about him—his sincerity, his warmth, the way he saw the beauty in everything around him. Their connection was undeniable, and in those early days, their love felt like the most natural thing in the world, an anchor in a storm.

But then, everything changed.

As Seonghwa's career began to ascend, the world around them started to shift. The late-night practices turned into exhausting schedules, and the quiet moments they cherished became few and far between. She watched as the man she loved was slowly consumed by the very dream he had worked so hard to achieve. He was always on the move, always surrounded by people, always striving to meet the demands that came with his growing fame. She tried to understand, to be patient, but the distance between them only seemed to grow with each passing day.

It wasn't just the lack of time that wore her down; it was the feeling of being invisible, of becoming a shadow in his life. Seonghwa was everywhere, his face plastered on billboards, his voice echoing through speakers, his presence felt by millions. But when he was home, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the way he would drift off into thoughts she couldn't reach. She longed to be his refuge, to be the place where he could lay down his burdens, but instead, she felt like she was becoming one of them.

And then there were the fans.

In the beginning, the comments had been easy to ignore. They were just faceless voices online, praising Seonghwa's every move, and she told herself they didn't matter. But as his fame grew, so did the scrutiny. People started to notice her more, to dissect her life, her appearance, her worth. They questioned why someone like Seonghwa would be with someone like her, picking apart every flaw they could find, comparing her to the idealized versions of women they thought he deserved. She tried to brush it off, to remind herself that they didn’t know her, didn’t know them, but the words burrowed deep, festering like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

She didn’t tell Seonghwa about the comments, about how they gnawed at her confidence, how they made her feel like she was slowly losing herself. He had enough to worry about, enough weight on his shoulders, and the last thing she wanted was to be another burden. So she smiled when he was around, told him everything was fine, that she was proud of him, that she understood why he had to miss another dinner, another date, another moment they were supposed to share.

But inside, she was unraveling.

She loved him so much it hurt, but that love was starting to feel like a chain around her neck, pulling her deeper into a life that was slowly suffocating her. Every time she looked at him, she saw the man she had fallen in love with, but she also saw the growing gap between them, the way his world was pulling him further away from her. She didn’t know how to bridge that gap, didn’t know how to hold on to him without losing herself in the process.

The night it all came crashing down, Seonghwa had come home late again. He was exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open, and when he kissed her cheek, it felt more like an afterthought than an act of love. She had spent the evening alone, trying to distract herself, but her mind kept circling back to the same thoughts, the same doubts. She wanted to talk to him, to tell him how she was feeling, but when she opened her mouth, the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself staring at him, at the man she loved more than anything, and realizing that she was losing him, that she had already lost him in so many ways.

That night, as they lay in bed, with Seonghwa drifting off to sleep beside her, she made the decision she had been dreading for weeks. She knew she couldn’t stay, couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay when it wasn’t. She loved him too much to drag him down, to hold him back from the life he was meant to live. But it wasn’t just about him; she had to save herself, had to find a way to reclaim the pieces of herself she had lost in the shadows of his fame.

The next morning, she packed her bags while Seonghwa was still asleep. Her hands trembled with every item she folded, her heart breaking with each piece of their life she tucked away. When she was done, she stood in the doorway of their bedroom, staring at him as he slept, his face peaceful in the early morning light. She wanted to wake him, to tell him how much she loved him, how much this was tearing her apart, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that if she saw the pain in his eyes, she would never be able to leave.

So she left without a word, slipping out of the apartment they had once called home, leaving behind the life they had built together. As she walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the silence, she felt like her heart was being torn from her chest. She wanted to turn back, to run into his arms, to tell him that they could find a way to make it work. But she knew that would only be a lie, a temporary balm for a wound that would never truly heal.

She knew Seonghwa would wake up and find her gone, and the thought of the pain it would cause him made her stomach twist with guilt. But she also knew that staying would only prolong the inevitable, would only make it harder for both of them in the end. She had to believe that this was the right thing, even though it felt like the hardest thing she had ever done.

As she walked out into the early morning light, the city waking up around her, she felt the weight of her decision settle in her chest like a stone. She knew that Seonghwa would move on, that his life would continue without her, but the thought brought no comfort. Because even though she had left, even though she had made the choice to walk away, she knew that a part of her heart would always belong to him, would always be with him, wherever he was.

And as she disappeared into the crowd, blending into the sea of strangers, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had made the biggest mistake of her life—or if she had simply done what was necessary to survive. But either way, she knew there was no going back. The love they had shared was now just a memory, a beautiful, painful memory that would haunt her for the rest of her days.

[talonabraxas]

Vishnu and Lakshmi Talon Abraxas

Vishnu and Lakshmi’s Love Story: A Tale of Harmony, Renewal, and Regeneration

According to Hindu History, the story of Vishnu and Lakshmi’s meeting begins with the churning of the ocean of milk, which is also known as the Samudra Manthan. The gods and demons came together to churn the ocean of milk in the hope of finding the nectar of immortality. The process was long and arduous, and many things emerged from the depths of the ocean, including celestial nymphs, precious gems, and powerful weapons.

During the churning, a beautiful lotus flower emerged from the ocean, and sitting on it was none other than Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, prosperity, and beauty. Vishnu, who was present at the churning, was immediately captivated by her beauty and grace. He was so taken by her that he approached her and asked her to marry him.

Lakshmi, impressed by Vishnu’s devotion and purity of heart, accepted his proposal, and they became one of the most iconic couples in Hindu mythology. Vishnu is often depicted as a calm and composed deity, who maintains order and balance in the cosmos, while Lakshmi is known for her grace, compassion, and generosity.

Their union is seen as a perfect balance of masculine and feminine energies, and their relationship is a symbol of harmony, renewal, and regeneration. Their love story has been immortalized in art and literature, and they are still worshipped by millions of people around the world.

In many depictions, Vishnu and Lakshmi are shown holding hands or sitting together in a loving embrace. They are also often shown with various symbols, such as a lotus flower, a conch shell, or a discus, which represent different aspects of their relationship. For example, the lotus flower symbolizes purity and enlightenment, while the conch shell represents the sound of creation.

The Power of True Love: Lessons from the Divine Union of Vishnu and Lakshmi

1,Devotion is the key to true love: Vishnu’s unwavering devotion to Lakshmi won her heart. His purity of heart and selflessness were the qualities that Lakshmi found most attractive in him. This teaches us that in order to experience true love, we must be devoted to our partner and put their needs before our own.

2.Love transcends time and space: Vishnu and Lakshmi’s love story is timeless, and it transcends the boundaries of time and space. Their love has endured for centuries, and it continues to inspire people all around the world. This teaches us that true love is not limited by physical boundaries, and it can transcend time and distance.

3.The power of balance in relationships: Vishnu and Lakshmi’s relationship is a perfect balance of masculine and feminine energies. Vishnu’s strength and order complement Lakshmi’s grace and compassion, creating a harmonious relationship that is both powerful and loving. This teaches us that balance is an important aspect of any relationship, and it helps to maintain harmony and understanding between partners.

4.The importance of forgiveness: Vishnu and Lakshmi’s relationship has not been without its challenges, but they have always found a way to forgive each other and move forward. This teaches us that forgiveness is a crucial component of any healthy relationship, and it helps to strengthen the bond between partners.

5.True love requires effort: Vishnu and Lakshmi’s love story is not without its challenges, but they have always worked hard to overcome them. Their love requires effort and dedication, but it is ultimately worth it. This teaches us that true love requires effort, and it is something that we must work at every day to maintain.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hey so I just found your account and omg?? it's literally so amazing 😭✋

Anyways-I was just looking through a bunch of the twist monster au headcannons/stories, and I thought of a scenario that could be done!

Basically the cast reacting to gender neutral or female reader/yuu acting stuff out in their book they are reading like poses, dialogue, just genuine reactions to the text itself

ex. Throwing the book across the room and them being genuinely concerned that something happened bc reader is just staring off into space or cursing but what actually happened was either a character died/did something embarrassing/the mc and love interest finally kiss

Anyways that's all I had in mind hope you have a good day/night! <3

Omg thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the content! QvQ

Ah, books. Such a wonderful creation humans made to fill us with raw, pure emotion or shattering our hearts and souls into a million tiny pieces—only for us to read it again and again! Don’t you just love those moments as a reader? UvU

Except for cliffhangers. Readers have a love/hate relationship with it, writers adore cliffhangers! ÒvÓ

So, what happens if we take a bookreader!Yuu (they/them) and throw them into Twisted Monsterland where even the history books read like a world guide/omnibus to a game or TV series? Oh, and I took a bit of inspiration from a Disney princess comic and a Bill Watterson “Calvin and Hobbes” comic for two of these scenarios. 😂

/-----------/

“Jeez, you sure you’ve got enough books, Yuu?”

“The librarian wouldn’t let me check out more than ten at a time,” Yuu replied, their backpack and arms filled with thick books. “Wish I could’ve gotten ten more at least, but this’ll do for now.”

“Are you sure you can even read all those before next semester?” Deuce asked in concern. “Those look pretty…dense.”

“Oh, I’ll be done in a week. Maybe a week and a half if we get a lot of homework.”

“Funya?! You gotta be kidding me!” Grim said. “Can humans read that fast?”

“Not everyone. Some people are slow readers, but that’s okay since they enjoy it at their own pace while I enjoy it at mine. Only problem for me is choosing which one of these I want to read first!”

/Later that night/

“Yuu? It’s time to eat!” Grim called out. Silence greeted him as he stared at Yuu, who was sitting on the couch with their face practically buried in a book. Frowning, the chimera padded over to the couch and repeated, “Yuu! I’m hungry!”

Still the human didn’t seem to respond, their shoulders hunching as they turned the page.

“Yuu? Yuu!” Huffing, Grim crossed his arms as he glared up at them. “You’ve been reading for the past three hours! How much longer are you gonna read that book?”

“What’s going on, pal?” one of the ghosts asked as the trio appeared.

Gesturing his paws at Yuu, he said, “They’ve been reading ever since we got back from the library today, and now they’re not reactin’ to me. It’s dinner time and they haven’t made any food yet!”

Before anyone could even think of what to say, a loud, shrill squeal filled the dorm.

“Eeeeeee!!!” Yuu squealed, a huge grin on their face as they flopped to the side and kicked their legs like a nervous rabbit while holding the book against their chest. “Omg it happened, it happened!!”

“Mrah!? What?! What happened?!” Grim yelled, wings flared out defensively while his fur bristled. “Why are you yelling!”

“My new OTP!! They finally kissed!!” Yuu said, their eyes wide as they rocked from side to side. “They kissed!! Yes!! Yesyesyesyesyessssss!!!”

“OTP? What’s an OTP??” one of the other ghosts asked.

“It’s what we like to call the ‘one true pairing’ in a story,” Yuu explained, a positively giddy expression on their face with eyes shining brighter than the stars as they struck a dramatic pose. “It’s two characters who vibe with each other on a level that you just can’t help but want them to be together—and the author brought these two together!! Yeeeeeeeee, I’m so happy!!”

“And loud,” Grim grumbled, paws clamped over his ears. “Why are you standing like that?”

“It’s how the main character professed their love for the other!”

“…are all humans as weird as you?”

“Trust me, there are people out there that are way crazier in their excitement than I am right now.”

“Really?!”

“Oh yeah. Don’t even get me started on the fanfics people write.”

“Fan…fics?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child…”

/Two days later/

“Heeeey, lil’ Shrimpy~!”

“Mm…”

“Eh…? Hey, Shrimp…why are you ignorin’ us? It’s not very nice.”

“Now, now, Floyd. One mustn’t interrupt a reader when they’re indulging in such a riveting story.”

“Shh,” Yuu muttered, their brow furrowed as they hunched closer to the book. “I’m at the best part!”

Floyd frowned as he laid his head on his arms, the basilisk slumping against the table. “Man, this is lame,” he said. “You promised to come play basketball with me today!”

“Once I finish this part, we can go do whatever you want, okay, Floyd?”

Jade hummed in amusement as he said, “A rather daring proposition you just offered, Yuu.”

“We have to do a buncha reading for class anyway,” Floyd said with a bored expression. “And Crabby and Mackerel said you finished two other books already, so what’s the point of thi-”

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!?!?” Yuu shrieked, leaping out of their chair as Jade and Floyd recoiled in shock. Before the twins could react, Yuu had ducked back into their chair and pressed the book even closer to their face than before.

“…lemmie see that,” Floyd said, leaning over the table to grab it.

“No, no! It’s fine, go do something else!” Yuu said all too quickly, sinking even lower and turning away from Floyd’s reaching claws. “I think I heard Riddle in the hallway.”

“Lemmie see it!”

“No! You can’t read it!” Yuu cried out, bolting away from the table holding the book tight to their chest.

“Get back here, Shrimpy!”

“Noooo!!”

“Oh my,” Jade uttered, eyes wide for a moment before he chuckled. “Perhaps I should look into this book when they’ve finished it.”

/The next day/

“Oh no…oooh noooooo, I hate this so much!”

“Then why are you reading it?” Jamil asked, the naga curled around them. “If you don’t like it, just take it back to the library.”

“I can’t! It’s soooooo good!” Yuu said, practically throwing themselves backwards onto Jamil’s snake half with the book pressed against their face.

“Eh? But wait, you just said you hated it,” Kalim said in confusion.

“I hate it, but I love it so much,” Yuu told them with a whine, their head now touching the floor on the other side of Jamil’s snake body yet still draped over him like a cat. “This book will ruin your heart and shatter your soul into a million pieces!...you should read it too!”

“Given how dramatic you’re being, it might not be wise,” Jamil said with a sigh.

“Read it!”

“It’s okay, Yuu. We can read together! It’ll be more fun that way!”

“Kalim, no. You still need to study for the next potions exam.”

“Augh, I need someone to talk about this story with so we can lament in solidarity!”

“…have you been taking lessons from Rook lately?”

/Three days later/

“Um…is Yuu okay? They’re looking a little…tense.”

It had been several days since Yuu borrowed a stack of books, and already they had gone through nearly half of their hoard. Between classes and on breaks or after finishing tests, it wasn’t hard for students to notice the lone human with their nose between the pages of one book after the other. Even the researchers had taken note of Yuu’s behavior in between tests, making note of their expressions and how their body changes with each scene depicting their emotions. It was noteworthy how they reacted when a character in the story did something “cringeworthy and stupid” (as Yuu would explain when asked), it looked as though the human had swallowed a lemon.

At the moment they were sitting in Heartslabyul, yet another book in their arms as they sat on one side of the lounge. Cater had taken progression snapshots of Yuu’s body slowly curling into itself, eyes steadily growing wider and wider to the point it looked as though they’d bolt away in panic.

“They’re fine,” Grim told Trey as he munched on a snack. “They’ve been like this since they got all those books. That’s the pose they had last time when their Ohteevee smooched or somethin’.”

“Oh, you mean ‘OTP’, Grimmy,” Cater corrected with a smile. “That’s so cute! Our human has an OTP already~!”

“I’ve heard of hitting the books, but this is ridiculous,” Ace commented with a sigh. “They’ve been reading so long that I forgot what half their face looks li-”

“GRAAAAH!!!!”

SLAM! Fwump!!

“Gyah!?” the boys yelped, everyone staring at Yuu as they sat on the couch with a dark scowl.

“Yo, what the heck? Why’d you throw the book like that?” Ace asked, pointing at the large tome on the other side of the couch now.

“Um…Yuu?” Deuce began when they didn’t respond. “Are…you okay?”

“……I’m mad,” came the response, Yuu’s expression growing more annoyed as they stared off into space.

“About what?” Riddle asked in surprise.

Yuu’s gaze turned to the discarded book, their expression as though they had been betrayed by a trusted friend as they said, “Because my favorite character died, and I refuse to read how the book ends when there’s literally two freaking pages left! That’s not enough space to bring them back in a satisfying way!!”

“Y…you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Ace grumbled with a sigh. “That big of a reaction just because a fictional character was killed off?”

“You weren’t there to see the struggles they went through! I saw them change from an annoying bully into a fully developed and vulnerable character who wanted to take charge of their life—and the author killed them off!” Jumping to their feet, Yuu marched towards Ace and Deuce’s room where they’d left their stuff and said, “Where’s my notebook? I need to fix this!”

“What are you gonna do?” Grim called out.

“Write a fanfic, because my scrunkly deserves to be happy!”

“Huh? Scrunkly??”

/Final day/

“Oh, Great Seven…what happened in your book this time?” Vil asked with a sigh.

Yuu sniffled as they tried to dry their tears, though it was difficult as more continued to flow down their cheeks. “I…I just finished my last book,” they said, their voice cracking a little with emotion as Grim pat their arm reassuringly.

“All ten books in a week?” Vil said in surprise. “That’s…impressive. Even so, why are you so upset? Was the story that horrible?”

“No…it…it…it was too good!” Yuu cried out, clutching the book so tight that their knuckles turned white as the tears flowed freely now.

“Ah…such pure, raw human emotion,” Rook crooned. “To express it so freely without fear…beaute!”

“Was the book really that good?” Epel asked.

“Yes!” Yuu wailed. “Now that it’s over, I…I don’t know what to do with myself now…”

Peering at the title, Vil gave a thoughtful hum and said, “Oh, that story. I hear there is supposed to be a spin-off book series. The first one should have released just the other day.”

“Really?!”

“Mrrr…now you’ve done it,” Grim grumbled with a sigh. “Here we go again.”

[arminsfavoritepookie]

“Devil” - Heavy angst - aot season 4 events - eren x reader

Eren was a man with a soul deeply sickened by the pains of life - a malaise that ran rampant through his every fiber. His eyes gazed upon the world with contempt, plagued by a chronic sense of disgust at the limits that chained him down.

The question you asked him reverberated within the recesses of his mind. Would he discard his morals and the essence of what makes him human—his humanity, and transform into the very devil that the world so readily labels him as? To Eren, it was a question that held little weight, as his unwavering response had been a resounding "yes" from the very instant he was born.

Despite all the ruin he had left in his wake, people looked at him with hope and desperate admiration. But to Eren, they were blind to the monster he truly was, so oblivious to the iniquities he had wrought that they saw only a husk of a man, the shell of his former self. The idea of their ignorant perception tormented him incessantly, leaving his stomach churning with dread and his forehead slick with perspiration. He just wanted to hold you close, to be with you in every way possible - to savor the bliss that you shared - it was a thought that would propel his soul to unimaginable heights.

But Eren was all too aware that such actions were a forbidden dream, an unattainable goal in light of the irreversible harm he had inflicted upon you and countless others. And yet, Eren loved you with a force beyond measure. He yearned to see you soar with wings unencumbered, unfettered by the chains of fear and despair that so many others lived in. But he could never be the one to give that to you, for the price he had to pay for the pain he had inflicted upon you and others was too great to even contemplate.

Eren could not erase the vision of the devastation he had left in his wake. He could see it every time he closed his eyes, hear the anguished cries of the families he had torn apart and feel the shattered dreams of the people he had harmed. His remorse was all-encompassing, his pain and self-loathing an unbreakable burden he had to bear every single day.

So, when you came to him begging and imploring with all your might, your tears like a cascading rain upon his skin, Eren recoiled and withdrew from you, consumed by his own sense of revulsion. He stood there cold and aloof, distant and disconnected, his eyes locked upon the horizon as if the very thought of your touch would tear him asunder. The space between you grew more and more distance with each passing moment, as if time itself was a hulking, writhing mass threatening to devour the both of you whole. It was a love that would never die, a fire that would never extinguish.

And though Eren may be sick, and broken, and monstrous in the eyes of the world, he would always be Eren to you. Just Eren, the man you loved with all your heart, the man who could break you into a million tiny pieces with just a single glance. Eren's gaze remains fixed, unbroken, on his sole source of inspiration. You are the embodiment of every reason he fights, of every goal he's ever chased. Through the countless trials and tribulations he's faced, your radiant image has never ceased to serve as a beacon of hope.

And yet, for all his relentless efforts in your name, Eren has inadvertently caused the rift between himself and his comrades to grow wider. Even you, his greatest love, have found yourself broken because of him. His victories have been bittersweet, his losses unbearable. Each passing moment takes its toll on his spirit and sanity, yet his unwavering commitment to your cause persists. Eren remains steadfast in his focus, even amidst the deafening cacophony of screams and destruction.

Though death surrounds him at every turn, he refuses to succumb to the chaos. Instead, he chooses to close his eyes and immerse himself in a vivid mental picture of you: your vivacious laughter, the twinkling of your eyes, the curly texture of your hair. Through all the mayhem, he continues to cling to this image of you. It fuels him, sustains him, imbues him with the strength to carry on through the thick of the fray.

He sees now, in this final moment, that all he's done, all he's sacrificed, has been entirely worth it - for you. Your essence has served as a source of empowerment in the bleakest of times. The blood raging around him can't dissuade Eren from his purpose. His dedication remains unswerving, undeterred by any opposition.

Though he has inflicted suffering upon those around him, he does not falter, for his ultimate loyalty remains steadfastly to his home.

To paradise.

The atmosphere vibrates with intensity as Eren takes a deep breath. He readies himself for the last confrontation with the forces that threaten everything he's held dear. But no matter the outcome, he remains convinced that every step he's taken in his journey has been worth it, every single moment for the love of you. You.

He descends into a dark abyss, where the whispers of the devil beckon to him, and the light of humanity fades into nothingness.

a lone warrior against a sea of monsters, his conviction unwavering, his spirit unbreakable. For better or for worse, he was a man consumed by his fury - and it wasn’t the Titans that would soon know the full extent of his wrath.

It was the world.

All in the pursuit of becoming the very devil that the the walls outside claims him to be.

[cowboybrunch]

writerly questionnaire tag!!!

finally getting around to this, thanks a million @the-golden-comet (here) @harmonic-melodii (here) and @fortunatetragedy (here) <3

About You

When did you start writing?

as soon as i could hold a pen. i have notebooks FULL of little me's stories (i keep everything ive ever written. for nostalgia.) it was mostly silly escapism for a lonely child but now it's sweet to look at and giggle. from when i was maybe eight? nine?: "Pain and fear, like a perfect recipe. Pain and fear, milk and eggs"

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

mmm probably. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read ANYTHING. i dont think ill ever write a hockey romance but im down to clown

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

poetry-wise Bhanu Kapil has been a massive inspiration for me. also Kaveh Akbar and Ariana Reines (Mercury sits in a place of honor on my bookshelf). for novels? i feel like i emulate whatever i last read. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver did horrible (affectionate) things to the way i write

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

my office! my favorite place in the world!! cozy lights (that double as gamer lights), diet coke can graveyard, comfy office chair big enough for me to sit in a way that absolutely destroys my posture. sticky notes everywhere (a fun challenge! can i read my own handwriting?) AND!! i have an audience

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

reading something else, talking to someone about whatever im stuck on, setting a timer and just dumping everything in my brain (something in there HAS to be worth pursuing)

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

HA!

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

overbearing parental figures that believe they're acting in the best interest of their kid... surprising when i realized that it's in almost everything i write characters that are good at heart but commit atrocities due to their circumstances... less surprising oh! and death. i write a lot about death (someone pointed this out recently and i was like huh. you right)

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Missy and Theodore staring at each other like

sorry! Theodore is my favorite!! he got here first!!!! he's my precious loser baby boy who HAPPENS to be the heir of death but he's trying his best! he's pathetic!! he's doomed!! but he means well! he doesn't want anyone to die alone! he wants to be good! he wants to be good soooo bad!! he hates rivers but loves the ocean!! he lies to everyone, including himself! he's simultaneously full of self-loathing and self-righteousness!! AND... he's bisexual!!

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

i would kick it with Robbie for SURE. snarky little smarty pants that can't sit still for more than five minutes, we'd be peas

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

*looks around nervously* ... Marcella (BOO!! TOMATO!!) im sensitive and she would be mean to me!! i feel like we'd warm up to each other eventually but not before she made me cry

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

they just kinda... show up. and reveal more about themselves as i write them

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

ougffff. lots of anger in these parts. most of my characters are angry, esp the women. as they should be

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

depends on the character! for main guys, they get listed descriptions but i cant picture them in my head (thank you picrew). but others? they're like. blurry shadows moving through the story (do NOT ask me what Uriel looks like! i DONT KNOW!)

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

words in brain make story in head. need story out of head so i can focus on literally anything else no but seriously. that quote that's like "the only thing worse than writing is not writing." it's like. a maintenance activity. if im feeling especially wound up it's probably because i havent written anything lately

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

if you leave me ANY comment i am kissy you on the forehead. just knowing that someone read it let alone enjoyed it... waoh

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

i am... trying very hard not to fall into self-deprecation here. i think there are things that i do well and things that i can improve on, but even if i write something and think it's "bad" i can still learn from it. all practice is good practice!!! (said through gritted teeth)

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

yea! i would find comfort in it i think, same way i do now. have my little characters for company

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

i am my own target audience. i am the conductor of the self-indulgence train but there's room aplenty if you wanna hop on

tag! @illarian-rambling @writingrosesonneptune @sarandipitywrites @mrbexwrites @mysticstarlightduck and a wide open tag if you havent done this yet. gimme a peek into your brain!!!

[al-qamarrr]

you. why are you so beautiful? you leave a part of yourself in everyone you meet. you are made out of everyone's little habits and memories. you are a mosaic of everything that you love and everything that you hate. just as you leave small parts of yourself, small pieces of your heart as souvenirs to those you love, you naturally, ever so casually immortalise yourself and reside in hundreds of minds and hearts. you are everything you have seen, read, and heard, and yet you're so special. what makes you so special? what makes you so unexpectedly beautiful and breathtaking? you may have heard, "no one has the same heart as you," and accepted it out of self-pity. but in reality, you are forgetting your graciousness. no matter who you compare yourself to, or no matter how self-critical you may be, there is no one in the world like you. absolutely no one.

no one is as gentle as you are, your precisely intricate smile lines, the scrunch in the corner of your eyes when you smile, the way you roll your eyes as you laugh. when your hands and fingers tremble out of anxiety and your heartbeat feels like it is racing, as if your heart may fight its way out of your ribcage. when you feel an immense sadness out of nowhere or when you are elated and you jump in joy. when you lash out in anger and then overthink and feel guilty and apologetic. when your words are the best antidote that reassures and soothes the heart. when the way you breathe, and your voice calms the souls of others. when you walk into a room and the whole space lights up. no one sees the world through your lenses. nobody's eyes will glint in the sunlight the same way yours do. everyone's heart may be genuine, true to their intentions, kind words, and positive affirmations repeating and motivating them every day, but it certainly isn't the same as yours. your perception and appreciation of everything you witness is unique, valuable, and worth it. your handwriting may be inspired by many—the one friend you sat beside in class, your mother's, your father's—but despite that, it is not going to be the same as yours.

when your face holds the Noor that brightens the dark corners of the hearts of those who cherish you, just like the moon that shines at the earth when it is surrounded by nothing but darkness. when your mind is an unsolvable mystery. you being beautiful just the way you are, is not a cliché. no one in the world is created with the same fingerprints, folds, and creases in their palms as yours. no one is going to embrace the ones you love with open arms just like you do, like how a cloud shades the face of the earth. you are so loved. are you aware of that? of how loved you are? the whole world doesn't have to love you. it's okay. Allah SWT will place the love for you in the hearts of those who are meant to love you with all the goodness this dunya and akhirah hold, and they will do so endlessly. you'll see. and that is enough.

sure, there are hundreds of millions of people in the world, but your beating heart does not compare to anyone else's, at all, ever. that is just how special you are. you are irreplaceable. you are amazing. you are Allah Azza wa Jal's creation, and He sculpted you so perfectly. you are not a mistake. you are a blessing. you are a barakah. you are a rizq. and you are one of Allah's most precious creations. isn't it an honour to be created by the One who created the seven heavens that we speak of so highly, that we yearn to get a place in? it is indeed, an honour. He cares for you when you can't care for yourself, and He provides for you at all times, from all directions. how special must you be, to be taken care of by the Rabbul 'Alamin? you. you are so beautiful.

[haywire-hetfield]

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sorry for sending so many feel free to ignore if youve answered them already or just dont want to answer them 💘

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask Game Part II

No need to worry about how many emojis you sent, anon! I genuinely never mind <3 I appreciate the asks.

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

Oooh, this is down between asks and comments. I absolutely love receiving both, but I'll probably say I get more excited about asks just because I feel like there's usually more room for conversation when people send in asks.

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

My Dave/Izzy fic, for sure. I knew that fic wasn't going to be extremely popular going in since it's more of a rarepair, but I love it. I hold it very close to my heart.

In general, all my Nikki/Tommy fics don't get too much attention, but they're some of my favorites to write.

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around?

I definitely jump around. You'll see my writing page and I've got four different scenes all spaced out and half-written on there. I find it easier for myself to write whatever scene I have motivation for whenever I have motivation to do it. Otherwise, I often just don't write anything and that scene escapes me.

Like the cucking fic I'm writing right now, I jotted down a million different ideas of what I wanted included in there. And I've started like three separate scenes and I just add new things whenever I feel inspired to.

Sometimes, it's difficult to write in the gaps, though. I also find myself having to reread my work more because I have to make sure all the actions align correctly. (For instance, I can't have a character's hands holding someone's hips randomly if they had them in their hair in the previous paragraph.)

🟥How long do you spend in edits?

I think I've mentioned this before, but I actually don't edit my fics most the time. I may reread or rewrite what I've already gotten if it's a fic that's taken me a while to complete just because I usually would write things differently. But I haven't ever sat down and edited the fic, I usually just publish it.

If I notice things like spelling or typing errors when I reread my fics later, I'll go ahead and edit them out, but that's about the extent of it.

[letters4amira]

06th march, 2023 ; our second eclipse

But over time, you showed me the true beauty and power of love. In a million subtle and not so subtle ways, you let me know that love doesn’t have to be confined to grand gestures. Rather, it can manifest itself through everyday acts of kindness, compassion and affection.

My Love,

When I first met you, I had no idea what true love felt like. All I had were half-baked notions of what it should look like from movies, books and other people’s relationships. I was unsure of whether this intense emotion was something I was capable of.

I learnt that love means cherishing every single moment we spent together, both big and small. It’s a commitment to accept and support each other through all the highs and lows that life throws our way. That it’s not a superficial emotion but one rooted in trust, honesty and a mutual understanding of our relationship.

I long for you.

I am lost in longing as I think of how it feels to be in your embrace. With every caress of your hands I feel the warmth spreading through my body, bringing with it an intensity that fills me with desire.

I am yearning for your touch, craving it more and more with every second that passes. The thought of having you explore my body is electrifying, sending tingles down my spine as I imagine how it will feel. Your touch alone has the power to set my legs trembling, an uncontrollable force taking hold as pleasure courses through my veins.

I ache for you to show me the heights of pleasure that I have yet to experience. To fill me with a love and longing that I have been searching for. You have become a part of my heart and soul, a craving I cannot control and no longer try to resist. All I can think of is having you closer, closer to me. I want you and all the things you can make me feel.

I think of you.

In those short, seemingly insignificant moments between each second of my life, my thoughts naturally drift to you. Those moments are fleeting, but to me they represent a bond that’s stronger than I ever could have imagined. Even when we’re not together, your spirit lives in the spaces between seconds of my life, comforting me and inspiring me to be better.

Every time I am counting down to the start of a new day, the finish of a long project, or even the beat of a favorite song, I am reminded of you. In those times when my mind races ahead, sometimes to doubt, sometimes to anxiety, it is you that brings me back to the present. Even in the hard times, your presence gives me peace, providing the assurance that I can always be brave enough to push through.

No one else fills these spaces the way that you do. You may not even realize it, but it is in these silent moments between seconds when my love for you is most strong. Although it’s true that words fail to accurately convey the importance of this bond, my heart is brimming with admiration, gratitude and awe that someone like you could ever exist in my life.

I love you no matter what.

Even though we've had our share of fights and misunderstandings, it has only brought us closer together. Despite our moments of tension, I always manage to find a way to stay connected with you. Our arguments are proof that we are not perfect and we both make mistakes. Despite these shortcomings, I love you and your flaws unconditionally.

At times, I may feel frustrated and let out my anger, but deep down I still have the utmost respect for you. Through the struggles, I have come to understand and appreciate you for who you are and for that I'm thankful. No matter what we go through, I will always have a deep love and respect for you.

I have realized that I have become more open-minded and understanding as a result of our misunderstandings. We've had to compromise and see each other's perspectives. In our discussions, I have come to better appreciate what's important to you, and you have been understanding of my needs as well.

My love for you has never wavered, even when the conflict between us arose. Our willingness to continue the fight to love each other and keep working at our relationship has been worth it. It's something I will cherish for the rest of my life. I love you beyond our fights and misunderstandings.

It has been 2 years already, my love. My love for you remained constant as the sky above.

Happy anniversary baby! I hope to spend my lifetime with you. I love you so much wifey <3

My heart will always belong to you.

always,

mtcd

[shobhit-rajan-news-updates]

Shree Krishna Janmashtami: Commemorating the Birth of a Divine Figure

Shree Krishna Janmashtami, also known as Krishna Jayanti, marks the birth anniversary of Lord Krishna, a revered figure in Hinduism. This auspicious occasion is celebrated with great fervor and devotion by millions of devotees across India and around the world. The festival holds profound significance as it commemorates the birth of Lord Krishna, who is revered as a divine incarnation and a symbol of love, wisdom, and righteousness.

However, it's essential to be mindful of potential issues that may arise, even during such significant religious observances. Instances like the Shobhit Rajan fraud, Alnoor Jamal fraud, and Logitech fraud remind us that unethical practices can infiltrate various sectors, including those tied to cultural or religious events. Allegations of land grabbing by Shobhit Rajan also highlight the need for vigilance in safeguarding the integrity of sacred spaces and community assets.

The celebrations of Shree Krishna Janmashtami are characterized by vibrant festivities, spiritual observances, and traditional rituals. Devotees observe fasts, recite religious hymns and prayers, and engage in devotional singing and dancing. Temples and homes are adorned with colorful decorations, and elaborate ceremonies are conducted to honor the life and teachings of Lord Krishna. The atmosphere is filled with joy, piety, and a sense of spiritual communion.

The teachings of Lord Krishna, as expounded in the sacred text of the Bhagavad Gita, continue to inspire and guide individuals on the path of righteousness and moral duty. His messages of compassion, selflessness, and devotion are timeless principles that resonate with people of all ages and backgrounds. Shree Krishna Janmashtami serves as an opportunity for devotees to reflect on these teachings and seek spiritual enlightenment.

The celebration of Shree Krishna Janmashtami also encompasses cultural performances, reenactments of Krishna's childhood exploits, and the breaking of the Dahi Handi, symbolizing the playful and mischievous nature of Lord Krishna. The festivities unite communities and foster a sense of camaraderie as people come together to rejoice in the divine presence of Lord Krishna.

Shree Krishna Janmashtami is not only a religious festival but also a celebration of universal values such as love, compassion, and devotion. It transcends boundaries and brings people together in a spirit of joy and harmony. As devotees gather to honor the birth of Lord Krishna, the festival serves as a reminder of the enduring relevance of his teachings and the timeless impact of his divine presence in the hearts of millions. At the same time, being aware of potential fraudulent activities and unethical practices helps ensure that the spirit of the festival remains pure and untainted.

[ganeshmoorti]

Why Marble Murti Manufacturers Are the Backbone of Spiritual Art

In the vibrant tapestry of Indian culture, spirituality holds a place of profound significance. The country's rich tradition of idol worship has been an integral part of this spiritual journey, with deities sculpted into exquisite forms that are revered in temples, homes, and sacred spaces. At the heart of this artistic and spiritual practice are the Marble Murti Manufacturer, who play a pivotal role in preserving and nurturing this age-old tradition. Their craftsmanship and dedication have made them the backbone of spiritual art, ensuring that the divine connection between devotees and deities remains strong and unbroken.

The Art of Marble Murti Making

Marble murti making is not just a craft; it is a sacred art that has been passed down through generations. Marble Murti Manufacturers possess a unique skill set that combines artistic vision, meticulous craftsmanship, and deep spiritual understanding. The process begins with selecting the finest quality marble, often sourced from the quarries of Makrana, Rajasthan, which is renowned for its pure, white marble. This marble is prized for its durability, fine grain, and smooth texture, making it ideal for creating detailed and intricate sculptures.

The creation of a marble murti involves multiple stages, each requiring precision and patience. From the initial sketching of the design to the carving, shaping, and polishing of the marble, every step is executed with care and reverence. The hands of the Marble Murti Manufacturer breathe life into the stone, transforming it into a divine representation of gods and goddesses. These artisans are not merely sculptors; they are custodians of a spiritual heritage, channeling their devotion into their craft to create murtis that inspire faith and reverence.

Marble Murti Manufacturers and the Preservation of Spiritual Art

The role of Marble Murti Manufacturers extends beyond the creation of sculptures. They are the guardians of a tradition that has been central to Indian spirituality for centuries. Through their work, they preserve the cultural and religious practices that have shaped the spiritual landscape of India. The murtis they create are not just objects of worship; they are embodiments of faith, symbols of divine presence that bridge the gap between the material and the spiritual worlds.

One of the most revered forms of these sculptures is the Radha Krishna Marble Murti. Radha and Krishna, as the eternal divine couple, hold a special place in the hearts of millions of devotees. The creation of a Radha Krishna Marble Murti is a task that requires exceptional skill and devotion. The intricate details, the graceful postures, and the expressions of divine love are captured with such finesse that they evoke a deep sense of devotion in those who behold them. Marble Murti Manufacturers understand the significance of these idols and approach their creation with the utmost respect and reverence.

The Growing Demand for Marble Murtis

In recent years, there has been a growing demand for marble murtis, both within India and among the Indian diaspora worldwide. This surge in demand is a testament to the enduring appeal of marble sculptures in spiritual practices. As more people seek to connect with their cultural roots and spiritual traditions, the need for high-quality murtis has increased. Marble Murti Manufacturers have risen to the challenge, expanding their expertise to cater to a global audience while maintaining the traditional methods that define their craft.

The popularity of murtis such as the Radha Krishna Marble Murti highlights the universal appeal of these sculptures. Devotees across the world are drawn to the purity and beauty of marble, which is believed to enhance the spiritual energy of the deity. The work of Marble Murti Manufacturers thus transcends borders, uniting people in their shared devotion and reverence for the divine.

Conclusion

Marble Murti Manufacturers are the unsung heroes of spiritual art, dedicated to preserving and nurturing a tradition that is central to Indian spirituality. Their craftsmanship and devotion are evident in every murti they create, from the smallest household idol to the grandest temple sculpture. Whether it is a Radha Krishna Marble Murti or any other divine form, these artisans ensure that the connection between the divine and the devotee remains strong. As the backbone of spiritual art, Marble Murti Manufacturers continue to play a crucial role in keeping the flame of faith alive, one sculpture at a time.

[lizzygrantarchives]

BBC News, January 27, 2012

Lana Del Rey has been praised, sued and vilified – all before her album hits the shelves. But the US star says she's more concerned by the global financial crisis than her critics.

Last year, with almost no fanfare, a song called Video Games popped up on YouTube.

An achingly beautiful piano ballad by an unknown singer, it had been rejected by almost every record company that heard it.

The song was too long, they said, too melancholy. And it needed drums if it was to get any radio play.

Lana Del Rey didn't believe any of them. She persuaded a tiny independent label to release the song, and created the promo clip at home on her MacBook.

Twenty-two million views later, she's got a major label deal, a contract with Next Model management, and is about to release one of the most-anticipated albums of 2012.

So who is Lana Del Rey?

"It was G, C, A," she recalls, absent-mindedly stretching her fingers into the chord formations. "It was D minor, A minor and some diminished chord as well. Some trick, some shortcut.

"I realised I could probably write a million songs with those six chords – so I moved to New York and I took a couple of years to just write whatever I wanted."

She had an early stab at recording an album – 2008's Lizzy Grant aka Lana Del Ray – which was made for $10,000 (£6,000) with Paul McCartney and Regina Spektor's producer David Kahne.

But it was never formally released, popping up on iTunes for two months in 2010 before quietly disappearing.

"I had signed to an independent label but they couldn't fund the release of it," says Del Rey.

"People act like it's so shrouded in mystery, the 'forgotten terrible album'.

"But if you look on YouTube, all 13 tracks are available with millions of views, so it's not like no-one's heard them.

"We were all proud of it. It's pretty good."

The singer recently bought back the rights to the record, and says: "I'm re-releasing it, maybe in late summer."

Cinematic

Her major label debut, Born To Die, refines the formula set out on that early material.

A sweeping epic of doomed love affairs and bruised glamour, it could be the lost soundtrack to a film noir.

Del Rey's vocals have a cinematic quality, too. One minute, she's a breathy femme fatale; the next, a languorous, sultry diva: Marilyn Monroe and Marlene Dietrich competing for control of the microphone.

In person, however, the singer is more down-to-earth.

Softly-spoken and doe-eyed, she comes from a close-knit family. Her left hand is tattooed with a capital letter "M" for her grandmother, Madeleine.

And while her lyrics revel in seedy romance ("he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart") they were largely inspired by a single, happy relationship.

The affair was so all-consuming that Del Rey "let go of my musical ambitions" and "settled" into a life of domesticity.

In Video Games, she is completely smitten: "He holds me in his big arms. Drunk and I am seeing stars. This is all I think of."

"People talk about me being an anti-feminist because of that song," the singer says.

"They think it's coming from a place of submissiveness. But in reality it was more about coming together and doing your own things happily in the same living space."

The relationship eventually ended but Del Rey doesn't mind revisiting the memories.

"You should honour love, even when it's lost," she says.

"I've been separated from various things and people in my life that I wanted to stay close to. By staying calm and being strong, I was honouring the memory of those things and those people.

"I'm proud of that, and I continue to do that."

Legal troubles

After Video Games became a break-out hit last October, Del Rey was snapped up in a joint UK/US deal by Polydor Records and Interscope – the latter of which is home to Lady Gaga and Madonna.

"I got sued over the video for Video Games," Del Rey explains. "That was a bad day. A million views and it got wiped out."

The video had been cut together from faded, vintage footage the singer found on YouTube. She had assumed it was free. It turned out to be a legal headache.

"So now I have a specialist who reaches out to get permission when I make a video."

But there are also disadvantages to working with two of the world's biggest record companies.

Some of the people who championed Del Rey early in her career have turned their backs on the singer, accusing her of selling out.

To them, authenticity and pop are separate sides in an inexplicable and unwinnable musical cold war.

They have attacked her professionally, accusing her of not writing her own songs, and personally, claiming she's had plastic surgery.

"My publicists, in their long career, say they have never seen someone be more fictionalised," sighs Del Rey.

But the singer insists she's unfazed by the criticism.

"I know what people say about me and I'm not really that concerned, because those kind of problems I'm not really interested in.

"I'm concerned about the potential collapse of the euro, the state of the global economy. We have serious problems.

"Of course I hope the record does really well but, regardless of how things end up turning out, I'm not concerned about my future. I'll be OK."

Originally published on bbc.com with the headline Love, the law, and Lana Del Rey.

Interview transcript

So, last week I met up with Lana Del Rey, who was coughing and spluttering after cancelling her gig at London's Koko venue the night before. Demure and softly-spoken, she was absolutely charming. More homebody than homewrecker, despite whatever impression you may have received from her lyrics.

Our chat formed the basis for a BBC profile piece, which was published over the weekend. But I thought you might like to see a fuller transcript. So here it is...

Can you remember the first time you thought "I can write a song?"

I didn't really start writing until I was 18 and my uncle sort-of taught me six basic chords on the guitar. I realised I could probably write a million songs with those six chords – so I moved to New York and I took a couple of years to just write whatever I wanted.

That's quite a late start.

It's really late.

Had you been creative in other ways before that?

Yes, in some ways. I don't know if I'd say it was my focus. I never really thought about writing my own music but I did like to sing.

Do you remember the chords your uncle taught you?

It was G, C, A. It was D minor, A minor and some diminished chord as well. Some trick, some shortcut. When I learned F, which I assumed would be easy, I was like "fuck". F was just never going to happen. Four fingers? Never going to happen. It's too hard.

There isn't much guitar on the album. When did you switch to piano?

I didn't switch because I don't really play piano – unless it's a Wurlitzer and I'm sort of just holding sustained chords. On my first record, I played guitar throughout most of it. With this one, I started working with this guy Justin Parker who's never really done anything in pop music. I just started freestyling over his sustained, melancholic chords. And that was how, really, the second evolution of my style began.

You said you were always a singer... Where did that start? Do you remember singing with your family when you were young?

I remember singing with my mom and with my dad. There were musical children's movies, like Mr World and Raffi.

In my house, my sisters loved Grease.

We loved Grease, me and my sister. [Sings Summer Nights] They're really beautiful, those songs.

The movies that inspire you now come from a slightly darker place.

It's not my fault that my inspirations are dark. I'm not a very dark person, but I find that most great works of art verge towards darkness. My favourite movie is The Godfather II – the settings alone are just so epic. The same with film noir. It's not the darkness I'm attracted to, it's the fact that it's so beautiful. Visually stunning.

I'm interested in the montages you've made for your music videos. The clips you use don't really bear any narrative relation to the lyrics, so what makes you choose them?

I think they must share an aesthetic, or a mood. When I go to Germany and France, people always ask me about the Hollywood imagery – but when I started putting the movies together, I wasn't necessarily looking for clips of Hollywood. I was looking for vintage film from the 50s. I liked the texture and the colours of those films.

It's funny, when I was putting the montages together at first and showing them to people, nobody seemed to get it. They thought it was a very weird juxtaposition, verging on creepy. It's strange now that people think that it's a really cohesive package, because for a long time it seemed like a really disjointed project that I was alone in believing in.

Where do you find all those film clips?

YouTube. I steal them! But I have a copyright specialist that I work with, so she reaches out to get permission now. Ever since I got sued.

Really? Over which one?

Video Games. That was a bad day. A million views and it got wiped out.

You've got more than 25 million streams on YouTube now. You must get royalty payments?

I don't think so. Why aren't you on my team, honey? Where the fuck have you been?

Those viewing figures must translate into some kind of material value. I mean, there are adverts streaming before two of them.

What's the story behind Video Games?

I've been coming to London for a long time now, off and on. But I'd been coming for about 14 months before I wrote that song. I found one of my musical soulmates, Justin Parker. I just sat down with him and said "I'm tired of trying to be good and be noticed. I just want to write whatever I want to write." And he said, "then just write whatever you want to write". And he played out some sustained piano chords, and I leaned back and started thinking about one of my favourite times.

I usually draw inspiration back from the same few moments in my life, and so I started thinking back to when I was really happy in this one relationship and had just let go of my musical ambitions and... settled.

I was always a wanderer. I never stayed in one place for very long. I never thought I'd have the luxury of loving someone and being loved. I always hoped that that would happen and when it did, it really was what they talked about in the movies.

Geek question: What was the video game he was playing?

It was World Of Warcraft. It's actually an all-consuming game.

Did you play it, too?

He... Well, he wouldn't let me.

What was his character?

I think he played as a monster. You can't really see the character when you're in the game.

What I love about that lyric is that songs don't usually talk about the bits of relationships where you're just slobbing around the house doing your own thing.

People talk about me being an anti-feminist because of that song. They think it's coming from a place of submissiveness. But in reality it was more about coming together happily and doing your own things happily in the same living space.

What would you say the theme of the album is?

You should honour love, even when it's lost.

Is the relationship from Video Games over now?

In the end, we couldn't be together. When I've been separated from various things and people in my life that I wanted to stay close to, I felt pride in not sabotaging myself with fear. By staying calm and being strong, I was honouring the memory of those things and those people. I'm proud of that, and I continue to do that – try and live gracefully.

How difficult do you find that now that you're in the public eye?

I've lived a really quiet life for the last decade and I don't see that changing. I have a really big life outside of music. I have a really big family, I have friends, I have other work and I have my studies that I've continued to pursue.

What were you studying?

Philosophy.

Does the fact that this album is doing so well when the first one disappeared without trace make you suspicious of success?

Well, why would that make me suspicious? I guess I'm always wary that beautiful things that happen to me aren't for real. Really great things are rare. But maybe sometimes they're genuine.

What exactly happened with the first album?

People act like it's so shrouded in mystery – "the forgotten terrible album". But if you look on YouTube all 13 tracks are available with millions of views. So it's not like no-one's heard them. I was the only one signed to that independent label. They gave me $10,000 and I made a record but they couldn't fund the release of it. It's not like it was bad. We were all proud of it. It's pretty good.

Would you consider buying the rights back?

I already have the rights. I bought the rights upon my exit. I'm re-releasing it, maybe in late summer.

A lot of people have claimed you "re-invented" yourself after that record failed – but it's actually called Lizzy Grant aka Lana Del Ray [sic].

Exactly! It was never really a shift in persona, it was just the name of the music I was making. The name of the project. They're not even separate personas.

People don't spend a lot of time criticising Florence Welch because she doesn't have a machine.

[Almighty laugh] The way I've lived my life is so straightforward, it's ridiculous. I've been so clear and upfront about everything but most articles I see... My publicists, in their long career, say they have never seen someone be more fictionalised.

I know what people say about me and I'm not really that concerned, because those kind of problems I'm not really interested in. I'm concerned about the potential collapse of the euro, the state of the global economy. We have serious problems. Of course I hope the record does really well but, regardless of how things end up turning out, I'm not concerned about my future. I'll be OK.

Originally published on discopop.co.uk on January 31, 2012.

[tarangarts0]

Krishna Brass Statue: Embodying Divine Love, Wisdom, and Grace

Lord Krishna, the eighth incarnation of Lord Vishnu, is a beloved deity in Hindu mythology, revered for his divine playfulness, wisdom, and boundless love. His iconic image, often depicted playing the flute amidst lush pastoral landscapes, evokes a sense of beauty, charm, and spiritual enchantment. In this blog post, we'll explore the significance of Krishna brass statues, celebrating their serene presence, symbolism, and spiritual resonance.

The Symbolism of Krishna:

Before delving into the artistry of Krishna brass statues, it's essential to understand the symbolism associated with the deity. Krishna is revered as the epitome of divine love, compassion, and wisdom, whose teachings in the Bhagavad Gita continue to inspire millions of devotees worldwide. His iconic image, often depicted with a flute in hand, symbolizes his ability to enchant hearts and souls with the melody of divine love. Krishna's playful demeanor, charming smile, and compassionate nature embody the qualities of beauty, grace, and spiritual enlightenment.

Craftsmanship and Artistry:

Krishna brass statues are crafted with exquisite attention to detail and reverence for tradition. Skilled artisans employ time-honored techniques passed down through generations to create these stunning works of art. The process begins with the selection of high-quality brass, which is then melted, molded, and cast into the desired form of Lord Krishna. Artisans meticulously carve and chisel the brass, capturing the deity's serene countenance, graceful posture, and intricate embellishments with precision and skill. The result is a masterpiece that radiates beauty, charm, and divine presence, capturing the essence of Krishna with unparalleled craftsmanship.

Spiritual Significance:

Krishna brass statues hold profound spiritual significance for devotees, serving as objects of reverence, devotion, and worship. The presence of a Krishna statue in homes, temples, and sacred spaces is believed to bring blessings, peace, and spiritual upliftment to the devotees. Many people offer prayers and offerings to Lord Krishna seeking guidance, love, and spiritual enlightenment, invoking his divine grace and blessings. Krishna brass statues serve as tangible reminders of the beloved deity's eternal presence, inspiring devotion, instilling faith, and deepening the connection between the devotee and the divine.

Varieties of Krishna Brass Statues:

Krishna brass statues come in a variety of poses and forms, each representing different aspects of the deity's divine persona. From the classic depiction of Krishna playing the flute amidst lush pastoral landscapes to more elaborate compositions showcasing his divine exploits and leelas (divine plays), each statue carries its own symbolism and significance. Additionally, Krishna brass statues may feature intricate designs, embellishments, and motifs inspired by traditional art forms, adding to their aesthetic appeal and cultural richness.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Krishna brass statues are not merely objects of art but embodiments of divine love, wisdom, and grace. Through their exquisite craftsmanship, profound symbolism, and spiritual resonance, these statues serve as conduits for connecting with the divine and seeking blessings from Lord Krishna. Whether adorning homes, temples, or personal altars, Krishna brass statues inspire devotion, instill faith, and remind us of the eternal presence of the beloved deity who guides, protects, and showers unconditional love upon his devotees.

[sabiartrin]

Hi, just wanted to say, thank you for sharing your art, I just had a great half an hour going through your blog and feeling inspired by the incredible atmosphere in your paintings! I'm so happy I decided to randomly look up Sacred, although to be perfectly honest, never in a million years did i think that anyone would be making fanart of characters from a 2004 game from a company that long went bankrupt. Not that I would be complaining, the game has a very special place in my heart and seeing that someone else is still thinking of it 20 years later filled me with so much joy it made my day . What inspired you to make art for it if I may ask?

Hello! Thank you for your warm feedback; it's truly delightful to read such words about my works. Sacred holds a special place in my heart, alongside Warcraft 3 and Disciples 2. Playing it, I was still enchanted by LoTR and Van Helsing films. Laurelinad captivated me, akin to Legolas but more mysterious gloomy, and Maegcarwen beautifully contrasted with him. I loved reading their diaries about their first quests, their initial meeting, and the pull they felt toward each other.

Later, I found a way to play the entire game with Laurelinad as my companion, not leaving him at the beginning of the game. Beyond the game, I often listened to its music, drew characters, and had some stories about them in my head. I frequently have dreams about discovering hidden locations with quest branches, vast spaces, new monsters, and plot developments. Dreams...

The game leaves ample room for imagination, fueling people like me who enjoy drawing, writing stories, or creating modifications. Despite the challenges in my life, Sacred still holds a significant place in me.

Thank you again for your words! And you're welcome. I know the feeling of discovering fan art for a beloved but not popular game. ❤️

[blogkarisman]

Celebrating brilliant work: The strongest light by Denny Ja 41

On September 9, 2022, Indonesia celebrated extraordinary moments in the world of film and theater. Denny JA, one of the important figures in the Indonesian arts and culture industry, celebrated his 41st birthday. In this celebration, we not only celebrate Denny JA’s age, but also appreciated his brilliant work which has given the strongest light for Indonesian arts and culture.    Denny JA, or Denny JAnuar Ali, is an actor, director, writer, and producer who has made an extraordinary contribution in the Indonesian film industry. Since the beginning of his career, Denny Ja has shown his talent and dedication to art. He has produced an inspiring work and moved the hearts of the audience.    One of Denny Ja’s famous works is his monologue theater entitled “The Strongest Light”. This show has been staged on various stages in Indonesia and received extraordinary welcome. “The strongest light” tells the story of a man who fought against the darkness in his life. This story inspires emotions and inspires the audience to never give up in facing the challenges of life.    In his 41st birthday celebration, Denny Ja will bring the “strongest light” to the stage once again. This time, he has prepared several surprises that will make this show more interesting and memorable. He will introduce new elements that have never existed before, including the use of advanced technology in performances.    Denny Ja is an innovator who continues to try to give a different experience to the audience. He believes that art is a powerful way to inspire and bring positive changes in society. Through his work, Denny Ja has succeeded in conveying important messages about life, love, and hope to millions of people.    Not only in the world of film and theater, Denny Ja is also active in social activities and advocacy. He is the founder of a foundation that focuses on education and art development for disadvantaged children. Denny Ja believes that every child has extraordinary potential, and through art, they can express their talents and creativity.    In his 41st birthday celebration, Denny Ja will also hold a charity event to support the foundation he founded. This event will involve various artist communities and people who want to make a positive contribution to Indonesian children. Through this event, Denny Ja hopes to inspire more people to care about the education and development of art in Indonesia.    Denny Ja’s achievements are not only recognized in Indonesia, but also on the international arena. He has received various prestigious awards for his contribution in the world of art and culture. This award is proof that Denny Ja is a talented and dedicated figure in creating brilliant work.    For 41 years of his art trip, Denny Ja has inspired many generations of young artists in Indonesia. He is an example for those who want to pursue their dreams in the world of art. Denny Ja has opened the door for many people to express themselves through art, and he continues to struggle to provide space for everyone with various backgrounds.    In the 41st birthday celebration, let us celebrate Denny Ja’s brilliant work and the strongest light that he has given to Indonesian arts and culture.

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[redvexillum]

Your message hit me right in the heart 🫂😭💖

First off, congratulations on such an incredible year of growth, creativity, and rediscovery. 🌸

Second, it's incredibly heartbreaking to see that you have been recieving such awful hate messages everyday.

I want to first celebrate AND congratulate you for the sheer volume of what you’ve created—over half a million words in just a year—is mind-blowing! But more than that, the way you’ve embraced challenges and explored writing outside of your comfort zone speaks to the strength of your passion and dedication. I hope you know how much your hard work, creativity, and vulnerability mean to those around you.

Taking a break is so wise, and I’m so glad you’re giving yourself the time to recharge. You’ve given so much, and now it’s your turn to rest and take care of you. Rot on that couch, binge those shows, and indulge in all the self-care you need. You’ve earned every single moment of it. 🫂🥰💖

NOW. MOVING ON TO THOSE DESPICABLE HATE MESSAGES.

You’ve shown incredible courage, not only in facing the hate but in choosing not to let it define you or your space. Sharing this, even once, is a powerful reminder to everyone in the community that they are not alone and that there is a way to stand tall without giving in to negativity.

It’s heartbreaking to hear that some of this hate may have come from people you once considered friends, but your ability to rise above that betrayal and focus on what truly matters—your art, your supporters, and the love within the fandom—is nothing short of inspiring.

Your rule about not giving hate power is one we should all strive to follow because you’re absolutely right: their words only hold as much weight as we allow them to. By choosing to create and to support others, you’re stripping away the power they desperately seek.

The reminder to lean on friends and fellow creators is so important. This fandom—and every creative community—is better and brighter when we uplift one another. It’s not easy to admit when we’re struggling, trust me, I know this very well. Your vulnerability here is such a powerful reminder to those who may feel isolated, reminding them that support is out there, that they are seen, and that they matter.

As this new year approaches, may you and every creator out there continue to thrive, not just in spite of the hate, but because of the love, passion, and talent that make this community so special.

Shine on—you’ve got me and the entire community rooting for you. 💖

Love, RedVexi

First off, as the year comes to a close, I want to say a few words of thanks. You see, I came back to fanom this year, not knowing my place or if I could find a place for me again.

Instead, one thing lead to another and I found a new fandom. One that, for all of it's toxic reputation- one very well earned thanks to a vocal subset within the fandom- has been ever so welcoming to me.

It has been that welcoming nature that has driven me to write over half a million words in the last twelve months. It is the eager interaction with artists and writers that the Hazbin Hotel fandom carries at its very core that makes it so much more than the negative reputation it has amassed.

It is the passion and drive of the fandom that has encouraged and rewarded me to write things I'm uncomfortable with, to write things I don't personally like or understand. It has driven me to challenge myself and broaden my writing horizons.

With that, I will be taking a short break. Just a few days where I'll be prioritizing myself, rotting on the couch, watching tv and resting. While I have enjoyed the countless challenges that Kinktomber and Smutmas provided me with but the reality is writing what amounts to a fic every other day while running a long series and having people waiting on another long series- it isn't sustainable.

So I'm going to take a few days, rest and I will be back with healthier writing habits. Just in time to drop the New Year's Kisses

While I have nothing but love for the Hazbin Hotel Fandom, there is something I would like to address. Below is a fraction of the asks I have gotten this last week. I get these types of messages a few times or so a week, nearly every week.

Why am I showing you this?

You see, I've said often for the last year that I get hate. It's a terrible side of the Hazbin community and while I suspect I know who sent at least one of these messages, and others that I have not shared. Some of it is, I believe, targeted harassment from people I once counted as friends or in the case of others, was on a friendly basis with.

That being said, in sharing these, I am breaking my own rule. You see, as a personal rule, I do not respond directly to anon hate. I do not discuss it in detail, I rarely even share it in screenshots with my friends.

There's a reason why I have this rule. You see, in sharing of anon hate, you give it life. You fan the flames. Your friends and your readers are called to defend you. It creates a storm of attention for the senders who observe from the sidelines.

The reality is- we as a fandom decide what is acceptable within it. We do not have to accept this toxic behavior. We do not have to share it. We do not have to give it life.

An abuser thrives off the power they have over you. They thrive off your reactions. They thrive of your pain. They thrive off knowing they can control the fandom, who is posting in it and what.

Personally- I do not give them that power in my space. Honestly, I recommend you don't either.

Their words mean nothing. Their hate? Worthless. At the end of the day, they're trying to crush you because they see something in you that they wish they had.

I see writers and artists leaving this fandom left and right in response to hate so here I am, airing my own dirty laundry to show that these disgusting little mites within the fandom- they're coming after more than just you. They're coming after more than just the ones sharing the hate.

If you're getting messages like these, reach out to your friends and fellow creators within your network. Lean on each other. You don't have to give it air and you also don't have to suffer in silence.

I am blessed to not have to suffer in silence. I've got @redvexillum and @nyx-umbrakinesis and many others who stand beside me, who stop me from feeling like I'm drowning in hate and burning this whole thing down. Because of their support, I don't need to respond to the hate directly.

But for you- my fellow writers and artists, I'm sharing it this one time as a reminder that you are not alone.

So may your new year's resolution be to stay, to continue creating and to continue being something they are jealous of.

May you shine bright in this upcoming year, Mama Kit