*reads a gorgeous line in a fanfic* oh my god. how is this possible. how did they even fucking think of this. the symbolism is spot on. the planets are fucking aligned, everything is one and all and the world is complete, my soul is at peace
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I missed drawing my idiots (my goobers, you could say) so I stitched all the doodles I made throughout the week together into one page of silly behaviour
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sometimes the best fanfics are written by middle aged adults with years of writing experience who simply know how to craft a good story. but also sometimes the best fanfics are written by a sixteen year old girl with something deeply wrong with her
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Screw it, I’m posting the lame poems I wrote about Kingdom Hearts for Creative Writing
Villanelle (I think) about the Union Leaders
Do not be the last of your kind
Gather at the bell’s ring
Scatter as he designed
Lose the flowers, the stars, the light, the mind
Rebuild it brick by brick, become its king
Do not be the last of your kind
In fields and clock towers, your light shined
Memory, a rosy thing,
Scatter as he designed
They ignore your warning, willfully blind
A virus, change our fate, sever the dring
Do not be the last of your kind
Find yourself trapped among the malign
To friends, a key, and freedom you cling
Scatter as he designed
White walls surround, to sleep confined
A familiar blade, you’re under his wing
Do not be the last of your kind
Scatter as he designed
About Xehanort
On gothic streets a child slept soundly,
gathered up in hooded arms profoundly.
On the isles of destiny the waves
push and pull yet grow alongside his age.
A wrinkled hand smooths his hair one last time.
An old cloak seeks without reason or rhyme.
Fallen from the sky, the same boy slept sound,
his friends, full of life, now lay underground.
His last hope begged him tearfully to stay,
unregretfully, he’d burn all in his way.
Now the tides he knew swirl in a dark storm,
the boy, now aged, takes a cold, dark, cloaked form.
About Soriku
I think this was a sonnet? can you tell I don’t want to check
Sunshine in the dark
Dawn breaks for you
I am the moon
A feeling I always knew
Bright meteor showers
Frame our lives
I made you an oath
Torn by a jealousy akin to hives
Here we stand
Either side of a door
The door slips shut
I wish we had been more
When we meet again
I will not be the same man
But you will beam the same smile
And I’ll hold you for a while
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I am thinking.... about Hoder and Baldr.....
How their brand of relying on each other and their codependency probably wasn't one-sided, but encouraged by both parties. That they did genuinely love each other, but Scala's belief on light and darkness, in addition to how it relates to their own character flaws, drives a wedge between them so big their relationship slowly starts to rot. It's not visible on the outside, and they both do their best to ignore it, but it's there, and it's spreading.
Hoder's final words before she died wasn't to tell Baldr to run away, or to stay safe, or to find her classmates so he could warn them and they could protect him in turn. No it was "I'll protect you", even as she's fading away.
And then she tries to kill him after he falls to darkness. Hoder's hatred for darkness runs so deep she charged into a fight she was vastly unprepared for, and it's enough to make her turn on her brother. Tries to lull him into security. But both at the same time draw their keyblade on the other.
And Baldr says "I knew you'd never understand." He's carried the thought that the same sister who always protected him would turn her weapon on him in an instant if she ever finds out he had darkness in his heart. And in a way, he was right.
But then Hoder drops her weapon after Xehanort yells at them to stop. And she looks horrified, like reality has hit her and she can't believe what she was about to do. But by then it's too late.
They're so messed up. I love them.
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It's been a long time since I rendered anything in my usual style, so I decided to just have fun and go ham. And yay! I was finally able to draw Lauriam to my satisfaction!
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I am going to take a deep breath and just remind you:
Writing is messy, even for the best authors. It's supposed to feel a little uncomfortable, exhilarating, freeing, natural, and terrifying.
It's supposed to inspire you and feel like a too-heavy backpack.
Sometimes, you're going to love being a writer and sometimes, you'll feel so disconnected, you'll wonder if you were ever a writer to begin with.
Give yourself room to make mistakes and hate your work and return to it with renewed confidence that yes, you will get 1% better next time.
It's what we're all going through. Let's speed up the growing process a little by accepting the entirety of it.
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