22-year-old college student stranded in America. Self-appointed connoisseur of video games, anime, and manga. An aspiring artist and game designer.
Currently obsessed with BSD, Genshin and Arknights.
Main Blog, she/her.
Eyes of glass and night of cold.
I once foretold my end would come in nothing but my own hands, a death of sorts brought by a soul hidden in this cryptic mind. Impossibility for it to find a companion.
Iris fixed on watery surface below a balcony, the window on my back opened in a swipe.
Eyes of light and night of warmth.
I raised my hand to this familiar silhouette of red.
"Mind a dance, sir?" i said.
A smile grew on my silent face, reflecting what i never thought could exist in this pit of mine.
Maybe "impossible" wasn't a suited word, after all.
It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.
I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.
How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?
Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.
Absolutely amazing Yashiro! I'm always admiring your pieces, but lately I can really see you growing into your own style and I'm absolutely loving it! Keep up the amazing work!!