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A Moment of Honesty
When I tell you about my ideas I am giving you gateways into my dreams. When I speak of my characters I am speaking of myself in code. They are not me, but they hold little jars of my personality, my secrets, and my thoughts. They hold things I can never bring to the light of day, mistakes and flaws that I am too ashamed of myself to tell you in person.
My stories are way of communicating. They say what I cannot. Please don’t mistake them as obsession, but as bringing you closer to me.
Whoah guys, I am SO sorry! Its been forever since I’ve uploaded, and for that I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee that I’ll have a schedule, but I’ll try to be more active.
Anyways, these are some practice marker doodles I did some time ago. I actually like how they turned out..? Anyways, enjoy!
If there’s two things I don’t do its chibis, and fanart. I’m AWFUL at chibis; I try to make them uncute and complicated! However my mum really likes Castiel, so I thought I would surprise her.
To You (poem)
Oh hey there, been awhile since I’ve posted here. :I;; Sorry about that guys! Here’s the rough draft of a poem I whipped up recently.
Also, this title REALLY blows.
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I said I’d write you poetry
of how your lips are like roses,
and how your eyes are dark as the night,
But I won’t paint you in your decadence,
I won’t paint you to be that of a soft lined,
perfect,
feminine maiden.
No.
I will carve you out,
spill your guts,
and stitch you back up,
because that’s the way you were meant to be.
You are a human being
not a delicate little flower
not a painting
not a dream.
Alive and breathing.
You are full of scars
burns,
stitches,
and bruises.
You are not beautiful,
like your mother promised.
You are not pretty,
like you were originally crafted.
You are gritty like the gravel in your voice,
worn,
like the soft leather of your boots.
and most of all,
cold like the pits of your words.
Ugly.
And I couldn’t ask
for more.
So I’ll cut you up into tiny pieces
and sew you back together.
Your threadbare smile is much more appealing
than a pair of ruby red lips
and the cuts on your knuckles
are more charming than any bouquet.
You are a patchwork of things
of everything
and anything
I love.
I’d take you any day
full of the holes and the baggage,
than the fantasy of perfection.
And I will write you just as that.
Oh. Hello. Don’t mind me, this is just one of those posts where I put a writing scrap up about my characters, and look like a goonbah. Also, what is this thing called editing and grammar?
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Ilari passed by for a third time near the window which the little raven haired boy sat. The child had sat there for a good while now, with his blue eyes glued to the window. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen, but he was already so much older. That face which should have been plump and full of life was emaciated, and filled with long tired shadows instead. It didn’t take a genius to realize there was something preying upon his mind.
The Russian leaned against the door frame, idly drying the dish in his hands as he looked to the child he had taken in. ” What’s on your mind, little one?”
At first he was answered with silence. That sad worn face continued to stare blankly out the window at the other children his age down below. It seemed so wrong that he wasn’t down there among them, but they both knew he was different. There would never be a time where he could frolic so freely as they could.
A deep sigh escaped his cracked lips, and it became painfully obvious he felt as blue as his eyes.
” Ilari…” He croaked, his voice dusty with the scars of time and age. ” I don’t think I’ll ever be capable of love.”
He nearly let the dish slip from his hands in shock at such a bold statement. That was definitely not the first thing he had expected to hear. He set the now clean dish and rag on the counter, and moved from his post.
” How can you say that, Toma? ”
Toma shifted his gaze ever so slightly, as he felt the chair bend to the Russian’s gargantuan gait.
” I just know it.” That small voice became weaker by the minute, as the words began to slowly die in his throat.
A large warm arm drew the troubled boy against his side, and in return Toma buried his nose into his coat. ” Xia and I love you very much. You should know that by now.”
“I know. I know you both do. But I’ll never know why.” Slowly he began to shut his tired eyes, and meld into the darkness of Ilari’s coat. He always felt so safe around his caretaker, and just his scent calmed his anxious heart. Why was he so tired? He couldn’t remember what had made him so world weary.
Why couldn’t he?
” I…” The words were more strangled now as he wrung his hands nervously.
” I just have this feeling that no one would be able to love me. Not that I blame them, I’m difficult, thick-headed, selfish, cold, cruel…” He trailed off, and clasped his mouth shut. There was more than enough examples he could bring out, but they were all so obvious. Why even bother?
” I just don’t deserve it, that’s all.” Toma seemed satisfied with this answer, and sighed.
However, his reply only ripped at the Ilari’s gut, and already he could feel his heart break.
Ilari began to smooth Toma’s hair, as if to comfort him. ” Its true. You are thickheaded, selfish, difficult, cold, and even cruel. But.” He pulled the child nearer to him, into a hug. His arms alone swallowed Toma, but it was fitting. He didn’t want the troubled kid to feel anything but warmth and affection here. ” But, you’re also shy, and sweet to the point it breaks my heart. You stumble over your words, and you hide behind your hands. You are a scared little child, Toma. The most scared child I’ve ever seen. Yet you’re so unbelievably loyal, even if you’re put into a situation that terrifies you. Of course we love you, and you are all the more worthy of it.” He hesitated when he felt his shirt becoming damp, and looked down.
Toma’s dark curls were plastered to his face as he tried to choke back the tears. His eyes were squeezed closed so tightly, and he had clamped his mouth shut to subdue the sobs. Yet the tears rolled freely, and continued to flood his blotchy face. No matter how hard he had tried to restrain his emotions there was no stopping them, no matter how humiliated he felt.
“You deserve it so much, and one of these days people are going to see why you’re so unbearably precious, stubbornness and all. And they’ll love you too.”
He looked out through the window in silence, allowing the boy’s heartfelt sobs to fill the void. This child may have been so bruised and battered that he may never get up again, but he was special.
This child was special.
” One day, you’ll see. I know.”
Hello again
Well its been forever since I’ve posted. I originally created this tumblr to dump my art on, but I still felt too insecure. So I abandoned it.
HOWEVER
I still want to try to do that along with some writing nonsense, so blog is temporarily revived! Let’s see how long that lasts pfft
