I absolutely love everyone’s writing but what about the fabric of the very universe? Or even, well, the mind? Perhaps the cosmos? Everyone keeps on thinking about the fabric of reality or time and I adore that but see,
It’s one thing to manipulate reality for your own fulfilment and another to quietly get your revenge on petty peers who smack you down. One can say that it’s easy to stare down society that deemed you incapable, that deemed you powerless under the heels of those that seem to be able to fly and soar with their magical powers. It’s a wonder to see a child beaten down, bending the reality of life to protect those you beloved.
It’s a whole other thing to realise that you now can breath in the stars and exhale the dust for you own the universe now and it is clear that the universe loves you and you love it right back.
It loves you so that when you begin to unravel at the seems and grow into a being beyond life and the very fabric that you manipulate that it deems you a primary weaver of the universe and it’s very souls
It trusts you so that it bows with it’s very own core weaved from fabric of gold as an offering, eager to see it’s favourite child grow and grow and grow from those who have wronged them. You take the fabric with a gentle smile, you knew what you were, you knew how much you loved the infinite stars that embraced you like you were their long lost child.
You begin to weave, weave and weave a story and expand the universe, you dictate fate, destiny and life itself, you dictate the very cosmos of stars, plants and asteroids. You begin and end stories with a touch, you unravel those who were to become great adventures with a single breath to make way for the weak.
You become a god, more then a god. You become a peacekeeper, you become a war bringer. You become something, you become more.
You become something beyond the imagination of what those can even understand, from those that use to push you around now staring up up up into those rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that seem to never be able to fit right into your too wide smile that will split blood and flesh onto their terrified sobbing gazes.
You were beloved. You were praised.
Others deemed you to be a messiah, some deemed you to be a harbinger.
But why should you care?
The universe loves you.
So you love it right back.
You were shamed for having a weak power called Fabric Manipulation. However it didn’t exactly specify which fabrics you can manipulate.
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appears to tell you that I would eat your art if it was put on a plate in front of me
Not if I eat yours first!
GARARRARARAA
Frfr though, THANK YOU SO MUCH <333
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I love how much detail and personality you put in your art! You have such a unique artstyle!
AWWWWW THANK YOU!!
HUGGING YOU HUGGING YOU AGGRESSIVELY CRUSHES SPINE FROM LOVE AND THANKS!!
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