Ekphrastic Response
My attempts to make written word as compelling as corresponding visual art. 131,405 / 106
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!
It's like an isoceles triangle!
The darling pot, blossoming ombre, is thirteen blunt pounds of cast iron and grief.
The storm paid no mind to the port. The storm had already composed itself.
Minoth was opinionated. Addam found himself growing sharper all the time.
It's no big to-do. Only a regular part of our schedule.
And suddenly the gravity of the celestial ring is realigned, restructured.
Some water still will find its way home, even sliced by ice and wind.
Subtlety may not be Triton's strong suit, but...
engaging with this the only way i know how, because i'm still like that.
(note - only tagged as Lineage Theories because that's how everything else in a similar vein is, not because i'm casting aspersionary doubt.)
(note - only tagged as Lineage Theories because that's how everything else in a similar vein is, not because i'm casting aspersionary doubt.)
Mikhail surely knew from defence and deference. Was Minoth truly any different?
Flora's recollection of the details is fuzzy, at times.
Without knowing how to or not, one follows intuition.
Shania's life that could have been...
It's still floraminoade, of course, but with the provisions that Addam and Flora, and Minoth alongside, are just a little smarter and just a little stupider, but both in all the right ways, towards a silliest, most serendipitous middle-end interlude between more important events.
In a world like this, you really are damned lucky if you find what you're looking for.
This cat kills fascists!
The burdensome light of evening time draws clear its vital intentions.
Minoth hasn't lived in Auresco for long, but it's not the city that makes him feel like he's on the brink of something too big to understand.
Maybe they should all just stop talking for a while, and see what happened then.
Such are promises...
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
There are rules, and then there are exceptions. Minoth is, as ever, quite a troubled, indecisive soul.
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.
Access to polymorphism - is-a, has-a - is a wonderful thing.
It's a lovely day for a lark.
The pot simmers, trying to boil righteousness, before it explodes.
What do you even call something like that?
Let me tell you a story...
no notes. :3c
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.
"You're awfully content."
"You made me so."
"You made me so."
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.
Addam's mind is empty. And thus opens his heart.
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!
It's mesmerizing. I'm not even being cryptic.
I don't really understand how
git blame works, do you?Well...this is awkward.
Even the biggest of stories starts in the smallest of ways. Even the smallest of stories starts in the biggest of hearts.
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.
Well, I won't tell. That would be cheating.
"Just because I am a princess does not mean that I am necessarily light on my feet, Fiora."
"And just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm a wimp! Come on, let me carry you, it'll be fun!"
"And just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm a wimp! Come on, let me carry you, it'll be fun!"
Even with her eyes nigh-permanently lidded, Brighid is...surprisingly observant.
The parallels are too easy, too potent.
That's not Fiora. Not anymore.
you broke your promise.
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.
And, as they say, sugar for my honey, but the description will do quite nicely either way.
They've been away [from each other] for far too long.
Even after centuries, Melia's hope is still a false one.
Addam's too easy. It's quite a change for Minoth.
Walking in the country doesn't afford one many mirrors. Mythra struggles with their self-image all the same.
Addam didn't want to be a hero. He only wanted, well...
We used to be so happy. That's all it was.
Hair-bleaching technology? Now THAT is the future.
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.
Round 1, insta-K.O.
Org Torna has some...business to take care of, at just about the last place you'd expect.
Org Torna has some...business to take care of, at just about the last place you'd expect.
"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!!!
I can't forget you...
They stand at the railing, overlooking the sea that is no longer definitively endless but is so definitely boundless, and a reflective silence falls.
They stand at the railing, overlooking the sea that is no longer definitively endless but is so definitely boundless, and a reflective silence falls.
To think of the immortal chance by which I found you...truly, could I ever?
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.
Baskets at the ready, everyone?
Better than cutting out a heart, right? Right?
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...
And what were they even fighting about, anyway?