“call me a joker, call me a fool, right at this moment i’m totally cool”
“eager to please, ready to fight, why do i go to extremes?” - i go to extremes, billy joel
hmm gob bluth can have a just little unnecessary angst. as a treat <3
i’m actually so so proud of this !! it took tremendous will not to fully colour and render it all but !!! i’m very glad i didn’t :D created for a target audience of exactly one person and BOY am i glad i’m here !!
(expand for quality cause tumblr despises my canvas sizes rip)
rotated and blank versions under the cut !!
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The walls which close around him now are not home. They are not cool, dark – a solitude of his choosing.
(The clicking sound of skulk his only company, but he is not lonely. He is frantic – he is as alive as he has ever been)
They are nothing. They are a void; surrounding him, consuming him, leaving him with nothing to spare save his thoughts. His body? The cool nothing which becomes him.
(His tongue is a slimy wet thing in his mouth; his fingers as treacherous as his creaking chest – and still he moves)
His daughter – she would be spared this, would she not? She is the victor, after all.
(aching hands; hours toiling in darkness. Something which would be his own – his very own)
They perished together in the last of it. Dust. Soulmates – yes, that was the word for it, the only word for what they have. Had? Is he gone too now? Does he linger in this nothing – in this between?
(Fear. He fears them. Disgust; how could he debase himself to be afraid of such a wretch? He will make them hurt just the same.)
There is darkness, and expansive nothingness – it stretches before him like a question. “What now?” It asks. The unbeating heart of a universe dead; her throes now spent.
(Sharp pain fades to a dull and throbbing ache; curiosity becomes him. Just to look – just to see what I have become-)
There is no rhyme or reason to it – entropy, or chaos? Can the two coexist? Is this collapse a fallacy; a subterfuge?
(The grim reaper. A cycle unending. Is this what we are damned to? My sins are my own – this hell my reward, and I would ask for no less. But she did not deserve this.)
What does the birth of a universe look like? He watches now as death unfolds; will her heart start again?
(The universe is a living thing, and we her body. Such grandeur is hard to believe; surely she was not born to die with us)
We fed upon her dying body.
(The memories of what could have been peeled away from her as we turned her possibility to terrible truth)
And what remains?
(She is a dying thing. A black hole came to us; the star her harbinger.)
Vacuum without end; soul and body absent. Voices in the void, unheard; unspoken. Still there.
Still here.
(I am afraid.)
I am alone.
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Watching "To Where and Back Again Part: 1" and seeing Discord learn that the Changelings took Fluttershy and just going "Where?" with his eyes turning into slits and glow red.....
All I'm saying is, the Changelings got lucky that the "blocks all magic" throne existed......
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Got over some art block by drawing the protagonists from Earthbound! Particularly love Ness, too big shirt and two different socks. Also I actually Roy Mustang-ed Paula with that glove and I find that funny.
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