There is something soo emotional about reading a story.. reading a fanfic.. something that you know someone connected too so deeply they were able to express themselves in word.
Every single detail in the wording means something even if it really doesn’t mean much.
Reading a love story is so compelling.
You wrote that..
You made me feel what these little made up dudes were feeling in a way I have never understood in real life.
I don’t know if writers understand how appreciated they are. I want as a society to start cherishing and honoring writers and artists. (Writers are truly artists)
Some of the things if read changed my view of the human experience.. I’ve felt thing about situations I never could have imagined myself. My mindset has been permanently altered by the way every outlook differs.
Writers you give perspectives of infinite possibilities.
say hi to me
i don't know, i just remembered being so much
brighter, i guess
cigarette ash like wildfire
burning holes in the nighttime
open scars feel like barbed wire
white lies flying high like a ceasefire
dropping flags on the shoreline
this is as far as i can feel right
'cause what you don't know can haunt you
and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty
highlights to want to repeat
let's get away from here and
live like the movies do
i won't mind when it's over
at least i didn't think for a while
don't drag it out
living like that doesn't mean a thing
so let's, make a great escape
and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway
it doesn't matter who we are
we'll keep running through the dark
and all we'll ever need is another day
we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away
and live like shooting stars
'cause happy endings hardest to fake
and i wanna let you know
i wanna let you go
but i just can't bring myself to speak
but this is how it goes
the end credits, they roll
this bridge was built over kerosene
but we can watch it
and all i ever wanted was sunlight and honesty
highlights to want to repeat
let's get away from here and
live like the movies do
i won't mind when it's over
at least i didn't think
so let's run, make a great escape
and i'll be waiting outside for the getaway
it doesn't matter who we are
we'll keep running through the dark
and all we'll ever need is another day
we can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away
and live like shooting stars
you can wish away forever
but you'll never find a thing like today
Ugh, I need to get behind this defeatism mindset… the thoughts “Everyone hates you so you’ve gotta prove yourself!” and “If you’re not creating you may as well be dead!” keep cycling through my head, and whenever I go to shut them up, there’s an obnoxiously loud voice telling me that I have no alright, because they’re all true, and by shutting them up I’m being selfish and self-serving. I don’t know how much of that is truth and how much is my own brain being hardwired against me. I’m afraid to make a guess and get it wrong.
So, uh, wish me luck with the writing! I’ve gotten a paragraph down so far today, which is certainly better than nothing, but I’d like to aim for a full page and an actual release sometime in the week, because that’ll shut my brain up for at least a day or two.
LOVE WINS!! The incomprehensible entity above godhood and her incomprehensible wife have become one to kill Mirror 💖
SHE'S HERE!!! Finally I can talk about who and what Love Story is!! All her info + the transparent versions are below the cut! I'm so excited about her o(*°▽°*)o
An entity known as Love Story- a collective consisting of Pandora and Galvarium!
If Galvarium wasn't enough before, Love Story is her everything but tenfold, maybe more... Love Story is highly dangerous, standing at 1500 m, 200 m more than Truth of His World.
She (or they, given that it is both Pandora and Galvarium) is formed during the final fight with Mirror Kagami.
It seems like she is acting as her own entity, however her movements are the two moving in sync.
When she speaks, it sounds like Galvarium and Pandora speaking at once.
An extreme amount of trust is required to form a fusion, which those two obviously have.
Love Story is the one to finally put down Romirr/Mirror/Truth of His World. In a way, it is like a dance between the two.
The only observable hazard she has is hysteria, but that has only been displayed by Mirror, so it isn't likely the result of her presence.
Love Story is unbelievably happy to be herself! Of course, Galvarium and Pandora are just very happy and comfortable with one another!
She has the most fun getting rid of Truth of His World (❁´◡`❁)
She doesn't stick around too much after Mirror is put down- but is around long enough for the others to behold her presence.
Oddly, Love Story is able to be understood and seen by humans. This is most likely due to her existence being a manifestation of Galvarium's and Pandora's emotions.
While Galvarium is never depicted in words (legends/stories etc), Love Story is written about by a lot of people- those who saw her and those who heard stories of her presence.
Here's a few design notes!
She isn't wearing clothes. Much like the LAE, her "skin" mimics clothing.
Her veil, dress, and gloves are very soft, but are very veiny. The veins don't supply any blood, it's purely for looks.
Like Pandora's, the tendrils can deal a lethal amount of poison.
The pink crystal-like structure of her torso and the white of her chest are her insides.
Her veil comes out from the back of her horns.
She does have legs/feet, though they aren't often visible.
The inside of the ring says "This is Your Story" (only the last bit is visible).
The small heart in her horns, above her head, rotates constantly. It spins faster the more she is moving.
Here's the transparent bg versions+one without the veil!
I am so so happy with her!! Love Story has been a concept for a really long time and I'm really excited to show her off!! I hope you enjoy beholding her ╰(*°▽°*)╯
sometimes i wonder what youre doing over there in the dark. it feels like youre trying to soccer kick god in complete silence. should i help? or is this something you need to do alone?
If a trans person was friends with a bunch of cis people, & you saw that & joked that they are secretly cis, or will realize they are cis, or are only pretending to be trans, then that is.... Bad & wrong behavior.
So, thought experiment, for no reason:
If a cis person was friends with a bunch of trans people, & you saw that & joked that they are secretly trans, or will realize they are trans, or are only pretending to be cis, then that is....? Exactly right! Bad & wrong behavior, also.
I probably should've worded it better, but I am in fact making fan art of your fic!! I probably won't be done for a bit but I'll tag you when its done :D
(I was the one who asked about what they'd wear btw)
A quick doodle for you. I'm really sorry to hear about everything that's been going on. Vash is concerned and offering support :)
Stay as strong as you can, alright? I hope you have someone you can lean on or talk to irl. That's an awful lot to go through alone.
(Also don't know if this will be entertaining to you but I laughed several times trying to figure out how to position Vash around your icon due to the. Gun. Hjhfbvsjdfh)
HELP, THIS LEGITIMATELY MADE ME TEAR UP LAST NIGHT, THANK YOU!!! ;^; It's so, so, so very sweet and such a lovely, lovely design, thank you <3 I'm kinda pulling all the weight in my immediate circle atm, but I'm trying to be kind to myself. I'm bad at it, but :'D Thank you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
KAHBSKJHABSKHJBAS OH NO, don't worry, we'll just say the safety is on XD
my blog has had a pretty big increase in activity recently, and I cannot thank you all enough for the kind words and positivity <333 I'm so used to being on the other side of it, so to receive even a little bit of that kind of attention myself is really crazy and fun
Holly talked about this somewhere though I think it’s hidden in a tag, but Scara and his partner watching Rom coms just to make fun of them as a cute little date/nightly thing is perfect to me
IF THIS DIDNT HAPPEN and it’s just me in my de Lu Lu land.. blame Holly and also Holly make this cannon
-✨ HELLO I FORGOT TO ADD MY ANON! I’m back sillies <333
jup i talked about it somewhere but literally do not ask me when or where that was, i’ve had a lot to say about the modern au
i know i alluded it to it in the your beauty’s in season post but i’m pretty sure i actually specifically said that scara would “hate-watch” romcoms with his partner to make fun of them… i think i also said he and venti would watch them on movie nights in the flat share hcs
They say a person’s grave should be reminiscent of their life. I know many people who are evidence of that fact.
The man who loved his wife, who looked at her with so much care and who left his dreams behind to stay with her. The man who saved lives for free, who was bullied in school for being different but was the kindest soul I knew. The man who I should have spent more time with. His grave is still covered with flowers, put there by all who miss him dearly.
The man who my family looks on with fondness, who I barely remember. The man who used to take me and my sibling out for walks and four-wheeler rides, our delighted shrieks giving way to quiet snores as he carried us back home. The Vietnam soldier. Far from perfect, but stoic and strong and always resilient. His grave is marked by an American flag, and young soldiers salute when they see it.
The stillborn little girl, remarkably bearing my mother’s name, letter by letter chipping away as time weathers the stone in which they are carved. The little girl who never had a face, who should have been a great-aunt of mine but was taken before she could draw her first breath. Her grave is bare, empty, nearly caved in with age.
A girl who was named after the stars, though they never shone half as bright as she did. I grieve her every day, see her face in every night sky, and imagine her glittering smile when I hear her name. I have never seen where she lies, half the world away, but each night I ask the lord in heaven to place flowers there for me.
My brother’s grave, not yet dug but almost finished by his own hand. I will remember the night that soil was sown with agony, and I pray that I will not live to see the day it is complete…
And one day, my own alongside it.
Every gravesite holds the memories of a life, millions of hopes and dreams and failures becoming simply a name scratched into stone. I will forever remember those names, the names of those I have lost and those I will one day lose, and I will love them, beyond the grave and here on earth— and until then, I will love them with all I’ve got.