➵ Fic edit for Musée des Beaux Arts by @oneofthewednesdays
“About suffering they were never wrong, the old Masters: how well they understood its human position.” —W.H. Auden
Six portraits of life and death in Ketterdam featuring the interwoven stories of Wylan Van Eck and Kaz Brekker.
My edit. Please do not repost without permission. Credit: "Trouble" by Ron Hicks, “Léonore 4” by Marta Bevacqua (edited), "Anguish" by August Friedrich Schenk (edited), Unsplash, Pixabay, several paintings named in chapter titles above.
so i wrote a book that comes out soon and having that be real feels like falling down stairs because i wanted this since i was 7 years old so now what do i want after it.
so tell me why today all i care about is the word trundle, that the word trundle exists. of course i have things to do and emails to send and a world of suffering to protect but today my brain won't let me look away from the sheer linguistic improbability of trundle.
i saw a truck doing it. i imagine animals did it first. or people maybe. to trundle comes direct from old english. cows do it on occasion, but more often sheep (in my experience). someone had to name lope and someone had to name slog. the verbs to run and to leap make sense; they are singular and important distinguishers.
but we can bask rather than relax. we can scuttle rather than crawl. sometimes when i move in dance class it is to undulate rather than roll. someone had to name things like sonder and whimsy. of course we had words for tangible things like tree and grass and root. i love those words, i'm eating them.
i don't know the word for this thing. where it's real-now. sometimes i feel it when i am dating someone i actually like-and-love and i realize that is real, i am dating them and it's real that i like-and-love them. sometimes i have this feeling when i have been planning a vacation or an event for weeks-and-months and it finally happens - the feeling this is happening, it's happening right now.
it happens randomly sometimes too. i will be at the carnival or at an ice cream stand or with the last light of summer in my hair and i will feel it again, that sense - i have waited my whole life for this, and im finally experiencing it, and i need to pay attention to it.
but it's real! how amazing! how horribly tragic! it's real. it exists. the moment is here.
rat john doe malevolent in the fourth dimension what will he do
inspiration is obvious but for the uninitiated. @james-spooky 's malevatouille which won't get out of my head. also this post by lotte that made me realize i needed to crochet him because i cant draw.
anyway. read malevatouille it's really good. james is plaguing us all with it /pos
I wish real life academia was more like The Magnus Archives because I'd much rather face otherworldly evils than have my research blocked by INFINITE PAYWALLS. Jonathan Sims might've suffered immensely and nearly ended the world but at least he didn't have to cite inaccessible sources.
I yearn for engiespy cuddling in some corner in the middle of a match like the others aren't being blown up by each other just a few feet away... do you see my vision...
I was interested in seeing my progression of my art throughout the years and Saiki is a consistent character throughout the last 4 years:
Obviously not all the saikis I've drawn but they're my best ones. I'm pretty proud of all these and this is soo interesting to me actually like woah how many letters in devoured?