She stills, her brow furrowed for a moment as she looks over every corner. Then he sees her lips part ever so softly, and her hand moves to trace the edges of the lines.
“Is this how you see me, Enver?”
From The Portrait.
So I had the absolute bloody (ha) delight of being able to commission the incredible @lokorum to paint the sadly unnamed portrait of an anonymous sitter from Lord Gortash's private collection. I am just so thrilled at how it turned out, thank you for your patience through this process, your encouragement and your kindness. It's been a delight, and I love it so much, I can't stop looking at it!
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Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin • 12.868 words • Teen and Up
When the stranger moved into Old Lew’s cabin, the only thing that Zhenya found odd about it was that anyone would choose to live in that ramshackle building at all.
Maybe he should have paid more attention to his mother's stories.
A @sidgenospookyfest fic for @cascara-soda. Thank you to the mods for organizing the event!
Alternate Universe, Not Hockey Players, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Folklore, Getting Together, attempts at creepiness and gothic tones, Mysterious Strangers, Sidney Crosby's infamous banana bread, Implied Sexual Content
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So just a heads up (because I've gotten a whole lot of new followers lately, hello! 👋🏾) that I'm likely going to be disappearing for a bit soon. I've got a fic I need to write for the Forgotten Years Series, and it's not even half-finished yet. I wanted to post it by next Monday but that is so not going to happen.
And I don't know what is is about me, but I can't split my focus well between writing metas and writing fiction. So I know I'm going to have to go quiet on the meta front while I'm working to write and finish my next fic. But I'm sure I won't be radio silent for too long (not like when I was first writing Now or Neverland at least). The only other time I was MIA was when I was having some serious health issues at the end of the year, but I'm feeling much better regarding that as well for now too.
But I don't want to disappear again for a stretch without giving everyone a heads-up this time. Especially since, again, I've gotten so many new followers recently. (Hi! 😊)
Edit Update (02/16/24): Given the wank going on in fandom right now, I've turned all asks off for a bit. I've got more writing to do this weekend, and I don't want to get too distracted on here right now. I'll turn it back on again soon.
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Midnight Sky Blues
sometimes, instead of a person,
instead of a being made of flesh and viscera,
I feel like a speck of a speck
gazing outwards like my entire tiny existence
is behind the glass dome of a planetarium.
I hop up on the observation floor and peer out
note down all that I can see with my 'scope
sometimes it's a telescope, sometimes a microscope
sometimes I can't tell the difference.
I observe all that goes on out there
and then I hop off the scope,
and I pace. and I ponder.
and I think and I postulate
but mostly I just....gaze up and out.
sometimes the glass above me
might as well not exist, because sometimes
I see great burning balls of fire
and I worry about the flames raining down here
other times I peer at a planet and see
a lush green and dinosaur party favors,
a kind of bliss I've only ever been able to see
from here.
and I'm viscerally aware that the glass
works in the most spitefully impartial way.
sometimes I want to smash the glass above me
break out of this scientific cave of misery
float up to those planets I see and join in...
but stubborn and cold logic pipes up
points out the risk of falling glass,
how shortsighted and bloody it could all end up,
and even if I break the glass I have no plan
to rise through the stratosphere
nor any plan to survive the vacuum of space
and on and on it goes,
long after I've already dropped the subject.
even when I send communications out
they're as polite as can be.
I'm aware that telegrams and Morse code
work best when the messages are short
I still find myself sidestepping any desperate language
even if it is the shortest.
I don't want anyone to worry too much.
I'm safe behind this glass I reside behind.
I'm bored and I'm lonely and I want to fly
but I never tap out any messages asking for help,
only pictures and descriptions of what they see of me.
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