Ekphrastic Response
My efforts to make written word as compelling as corresponding visual art. Source material could be any of illustrations/paintings/portraits/comics/doodles; I strike upon pieces that either have a deep/complex message inlaid or represent some very precise character feature/moment that I then attempt to translate, via both compliment and complement. 56,443 / 54
But don't you see? One speck of dirt is just as grand as any other.
I'm tired. I'm hungry. I might even be a huddled mass!
The storm paid no mind to the port. The storm had already composed itself.
And suddenly the gravity of the celestial ring is realigned, restructured.
alt text: a gif of dunban and mumkhar during the one-on-one fight on valak mountain. mumkhar cries "you're as blind as you were then! i've wanted you [dead] for years!" (the word "dead" is blacked out). the pair clash weapons and hold still together with tension. a close-up freeze frame of dunban shows edited blush on his cheeks and hearts in the air, then the same for mumkhar. finally, a rose petal transition ending with more floating hearts reveals a comically badly drawn image of dunkhar kissing (practically eating each other's face).
Subtlety may not be Triton's strong suit, but...
Mikhail surely knew from defence and deference. Was Minoth truly any different?
Shania's life that could have been...
Bozeman...well. We're really in it now, aren't we?
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
(i love this art and it deserves a full piece but by this point i really just need to offload the stale draft ;-;)
Minoth's always very put-together, isn't he? Most all of them are, anyway. But, inevitably, we all get a little out of sorts sometimes.
The pot simmers, trying to boil righteousness, before it explodes.
Love is such a colossal, tremendous responsibility.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
It started sometime between when Spock went to and returned from Gol. It only grew from there.
It was the first time, but it felt like the last time too - rather, like the continuum of all time and times condensed into one singular, supermassively expansive point.
You have inspired me so.
And as it was in origination, so will it be in referential continuum. In other words...here we go again.
No, go on, name him. He's something of a favorite, after all.
Or, hatred, strife, and lies in a heterogeneous form - nahhh...couldn't be!
The two nations of Aionios are nothing if not opposite.
The space between where the angels fly, they say, is the path upon which God advents.
Sitting in the Machina Village, among all its newly diversified inhabitants, Fiora's gears start to whirr.
I just want to hold onto this moment forever.
Even with her eyes nigh-permanently lidded, Brighid is...surprisingly observant.
The parallels are too easy, too potent.
That's not Fiora. Not anymore.
It's impossible to miss an entire firmament ([de]con)structed in your mind.
From time, the great healer, the machine messiah is born.
Malos brings absolution to the world. Of course he does. It is his destiny.
Malos brings absolution to the world. Of course he does. It is his destiny.
Ensconced in the endless, mystifying fabric of spacetime, Alvis comes alive.
Show me the pattern, one more time.
Do you see me? Or do you just see...all the stars in the sky?
Atrocity. Abomination. Profanement, desecration and consecration in the anti-sacred grove.
Leaders from Keves and Agnus meet. Pleasantries are exchanged. And, not only those.
Even after centuries, Melia's hope is still a false one.
Addam didn't want to be a hero. He only wanted, well...
The grief of a man who has failed hardly deserves our sympathy. But doesn't Addam?
And to get what you wish, only just for a moment...
Lora and Haze and Addam and Minoth all take a daytrip into the woods.
Lora and Haze and Addam and Minoth all take a daytrip into the woods.
"How do you deal with it?"
There's a lot of conversations a question like that could open, but this one isn't half so heavy as most.
UPDATE: Aurora did another illustration for this piece!!!
There's a lot of conversations a question like that could open, but this one isn't half so heavy as most.
UPDATE: Aurora did another illustration for this piece!!!
But I am lost within this half-world...it hardly seems to matter now.
Jin stumbles away from his past, but not quite toward his future.
Jin stumbles away from his past, but not quite toward his future.
Trust me, won't you? It'll all turn out right eventually.
Whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.
Tell me, would you...who's got the placebo? Where's my control group? Were we really...prepared for this?
Will the world remember you, when you fall?
Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory...