hey guys! i participated in the @soulmakazine2018 with @ahshesgone and this is my entry! please see HERE for ash’s i n c r e d i b l e art; she was the best friend and inspiration for this, and i’m so thankful for her influence on this piece.
i hope you enjoy!
“Pass the salad, wouldja?”
Forks and knives clink on Tsubaki’s finest china while everyone tucks into the mountains of food before you. It is the biannual Spartoi dinner, an event that had grown organically once the mental scars from the battle on the moon made themselves known. You started coming because you thought humans needed companionship during rough times, but you are no longer certain you know anything about them at all.
Ox is chewing with his mouth open to your left. A gob of something lands on your arm with an impact soft as a fly and just as pestilent, drawing all of your focus to that small spot near the crook of your elbow. You can almost feel the saliva eating into the fabric, sinking closer and closer to your skin and then what will you do, then how will you keep the contamination from spreading through your skin through your veins inside your mind –
“Dude, the salad. Or do you need that in writing, too?”
Black*Star’s sneer splits your focus. His right eye is a nauseating blend of pallid yellow and deep purple, and there are many more small scrapes along his chin as if he had been knocked onto the pavement. Given the jobs he takes these days, he likely had been.
You tell yourself that Ox’s spit will not actually rot you from the inside out, and pass the bowl overflowing with vegetables Tsubaki must have picked from her garden. He takes it from you and doesn’t care that his fingertips slam into yours, doesn’t care that dead skin cells from the both of you are now in free fall, becoming dust.
“Would anyone like more to drink?” Tsubaki asks from the head of the table, a carafe of red wine in hand.
“Please,” says Maka from her right, and Soul shifts beside you.
“Same here,” Kilik adds, one arm around Black*Star and the other around his wine glass.
Yours is empty. It appears your father was right about your humanity, or rather, your distance from it. Alcohol does not affect you as it does your peers, sleep has only ever been a choice, and the smile lines you see at the edges of Tsubaki’s mouth will never crease your face. You are a visitor in their world, an observer and an escort. You do not need to fit in, though you wonder why you share their feelings. Loneliness seems unbecoming for a god.
(rest under the cut, or on AO3)
Tag: skadventuretime
for this year’s grigori wings ball, i dated @ahshesgone, @marshofsleep, and @victoriapyrrhi! we decided on a dragon theme, so here is my contribution!
see ash’s pics HERE
see marsh’s pics HERE
see jeb’s pics HERE
a few more closeup selfies under the cut =)
like crystal glasses, falling – sneak peak!
Here is a small tidbit of my @soulmakazine2018 entry! You can preorder your copy HERE, and there are still a couple gorgeous collector’s bundles with charms and other goodies available, so get on that before they’re gone!
“Death is what he deals in, sounds fine to me,” Liz replies. She arches a perfectly sculpted brow at you and says, “Well? What’s up and coming in the underworld?”
“He’s not an oracle,” Soul snaps, sitting up. His anger filters into you through the lowkey resonance neither of you can escape at this proximity, and you try to diffuse some calm to him. It only seems to tighten the snarling coil in his soul.
“Aww, defending your new soulmate?” Liz purrs, leaning in. The tablecloth bunches in Soul’s fist. “Thought you’d be surly forever now that you’re not attached to Maka’s hip.”
Thoughts pour into your mind as his soul ruptures into yours, he’s too angry too out of control too why did Maka leave, I was trying to be her friend, what about that night beneath the harvest moon when she put her hand on my heart that afternoon picking strawberries when she took a bite and her lips glowed like stained glass that morning she was humming in the kitchen with flour in her hair that moment when –
You cut the thoughts with the sharpest knife your mind can muster and grab his hand. You’re okay, this is fine, you’re okay, you tell him, projecting a calm you hope he sinks into. You know he wants nothing more than to lose himself in your combined souls, feather out the edges until he no longer has to be himself. There was a time you had thought you wanted that, too, but after many tear-soaked practice sessions it became clear that you would never be Maka and he would never make you any more human.
2017 creators tag
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. ❤
tagged by @skadventuretime and @ahshesgone
this year isn’t/wasn’t one i would call a happy fun time, and i didn’t get to write even a fraction as much as i had not only *intended*, but even just the barebone minimum i think i need just to feel like a person
upside, i did more digital arting than usual, so that’s something. have some gratuitous thumbnails.
i updated QE once. it has a lot of feelings. i wrote a few other things but my levels of investment pale in comparison to QE
2) this little angel soul doodle
which isn’t a masterpiece in any shape or form but it spawned a LOT of worldbuilding and madi knows the big hell tableflip of my heart
i’m not happy with soul and maka at all but you know what? this path.
i love this path a lot, forget the rest, i like the dirt. i missed painting things that aren’t, like, people
it’s probably common knowledge; i have bad dreams on a regular basis, but sometimes they give good creative fodder. also it was nice to do something abstract again
i had tried making the bat witch from Ask No Questions on 4 separate occasions – i wanted her to be human enough to know what she’s thinking but not human enough to give you a sense of the inevitable– but that’s really hard to do when you hobble yourself with references because you think you’re worthless and have no inherent vision. at wit’s end, i said fuck off to references and just made some strokes in grey and said that’s it, you don’t get anything else, put on your big fungus pants and get to work. is this totally polished? no. do i totally polish anything? no, and i keep forgetting and i need to stop beating myself up over it because it’s only the overall impression that matters, the foundation, the frame. fuck you reference folder, i use u, i don’t rely on u
anyway thanks for tagging me, i’m not really up for tagging others; i’m the end of my meme family line, my bad.
as a super late birthday present/ general appreciation receipt, i drew a you picture, @skadventuretime
this is based on In The Silence I Hear You which everyone should read. it will break your heart and then mend it and make it 142% warmer
on bedsharing
marsh: SHARE THE BED WITHOUT MAKING OUT OR BONERS
SHARE THE BED AND BE MAD BECAUSE SOMEONE RIPPED ASS
SHARE THE BED AND THEN LEAVE THE BED BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON SNORES
madi: SHARE THE BED AND THEN WAKE UP IN AN ALTERNATE DIMENSION
marsh: SHARE THE BED AND SACRIFICE YOURSELVES TO THE SHADOW REALM
madi: SHARE THE BED AND ACTIVATE YOUR TRAP CARD
marsh: MY COMFORTER IS BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON AND I’VE HAD IT SINCE 1997
a conversation with @marshofsleep
[does not actually have comforter but would totes use it and wear it like a cape if did]
iotwcs + 3, 5, 11, 15
What’s your favorite line of narration?
ahhh, toss up between ‘He’s stolen fire and brought the clay of her heart to life’ or ‘At the bottom of Pandora’s urn is Maka’
What part was hardest to write?
the escape from the luxor. i rewrote it twice– one version had completely wrong exhibits inside the hotel because lol outdated information, and the other included using B*’s exploding prosthesis to bust through the pyramid and had maka sliding down the side of it like every vegas stunt you’ve ever seen. i couldn’t get all the puzzle pieces to fit well enough to warrant that cliche, and thank god because it makes me cringe now
What do you like best about this fic?
you mean apart from how ridiculously well it’s been received despite my having zero expectations??? probably black*star. i really got to play around with his character in this story and it brought me so much joy.
What did you learn from writing this fic?
ahah shit uh, well?? i learned about the hierarchy of angels, greek mythology, and how to stab someone to death. also probably more information than i ever wanted to know about deep cycle batteries.
i also learned sometimes there’s a story in you even when you didn’t expect one to be there. i mean the fic came from a one-word prompt for a porn week. i just didn’t want there to be another smut story about screaming during sex, so…clearly the answer was ….zombies?? i don’t even -like- zombie stories. Weird Shit Happened, and now it’s an Inkitt winner and real people pay real monies to print a hard copy of it. i just– i’m as confused as you are
i learned that you can write a fanfiction that somehow stretches beyond the fandom and is able to touch people who have no context or knowledge of the source content. and enjoy it. i just don’t understand
….iotwcs is also how Boy of Sleep found out i write fic and began supporting me, and so it is the story that i learned he is the best boy i will ever, ever have.
@adulterclavis got it for me for mah birthday =3
it is my unimpressed eyeliner when i’m not wearing any
part-time recluse 