Sincere quietude, accompanied by bewitching emanations fringe the desolate terrain. Roaring gusts of wind swiftly breeze past a detached & forlorn child, their eyes scanning over the vast, empty field. A constant ringing occupied by an echoing amalgamation of sounds, scraped their brain, forcing them back into reality.
Moreover, still laid the child, inaudible within the center cubical of an expansive grassland, which was blessed with countless crops, confined, imprisoned within a seemingly untold state of solitary. Neglected without warning. Just as they were.
Meanwhile, east of the field which the child stood in, sat a church-like structure. It appeared, from thin air, right into their perspective, as if it emerged from nothing! Furthermore, and uncomfortably, the grass which grazed the rough, outer ridges of their almost frigid skin proved all the more aggravating. Its ruthless brushes forced into motion by the intense, snarling wind.
The grass’s surface continued to lacerate both the right and left leg of the child. Inflicting minor incisions upon his chilled, & numb skin. Formication forming, only to no response. Remaining on their face was still a blank melancholic expression.
Their lengthy, jet-black, luscious hair acting in direct mimicry to that of a calm river stream. Fluently flowing throughout the frigid zephyr, unexpectedly obstructing their field of view.
Abrupt adjustments in the gusts of wind cause the child to glare upwards toward the gleaming star above, their hair hurryingly dragging alongside their nape. Obscene rays of heat sprayed directly from the sun above, strictly onto the onlooker below. Forcing them to steadily raise their right hand, extending out their palm in hopes of grasping the star within their small, childish palms; due to them having been outwardly captivated by its charm.
Mere seconds which felt as if hours, would leisurely pass by without much acknowledgment. Soft tears secreting from the child’s eyes. However, the child's satisfaction had yet to be satiated.
“I must have it.” they thought to themself.
Causing them to reach out their hand even further, in hopes of grabbing it once and for all. They had dreams, dreams of soaring through the sky, enjoying a calm slumber amongst the clouds and stars, with the people below unable to notice their presence. Dreams which to them, were all that mattered. For in this cruel world, we are limited by our dreams, but are also uplifted by them. Don’t limit yourself. Do as the child did. Do as your inner child would. Reach for the stars, and don’t forget; never look back.
sometimes my brain goes into this swirling pool of thoughts that scream “i’m not a good artist! i don’t even create good things!! i will never be good enough!!” when i see other people’s art and oh boi is that stupid of my electrified meatloaf… all i can do is create, it’s what i’m good at! it’s what drives me to keep trying and move forward… if i don’t make art, if i don’t keep trying to succeed at it… then i truly will be a failure, but just then i would be a failure
paramount and spyglass are trying so hard right now to save face because jenna ortega rightfully left the scream franchise after they fired melissa for supprting palestine. nobody is dumb enough to believe the excuse that it’s a scheduling conflict hours after rumors she was trying to get out of her contract cause she was pissed. i’m very thankful that jenna is risking her career and using her position to do the right thing. she’s been outspoken about palestine for years now. i hope this begins a trend of zionist losing money for their support and complacency with an active genocide
Why does everyone agree with me? YOUR FUCKING PARENTS agree with me…
Just tell me to go. I CANT do this anymore. I am literally dying and I told you what to do. You said you can’t manage it. If you loved me like you say you do. You would do it regardless….
I legitimately can not say enough good things about this fic… I was lucky enough to read it early and have been sitting on this art and vibrating with excitement while Sulky shared their masterpiece with the world. Do yourself a favor and read this one, it’s one of my new all time favorites. ♥️