#well ... kind of

[nightmateria]

thinking about how Sephiroth’s story is not only one of profound tragedy but also profound horror - never once in his life or his afterlife is his body ever his own. he was injected with Jenova cells without his consent and already belonged to Shinra before he was even born. the company kept him locked up and allowed Hojo to do whatever experiments and tests and conditioning he wanted to Sephiroth as long as he didn't kill him. his image was used for Shinra's propaganda against his will. he's not even a person with a body to them - his body is a machine and by extension so is he, and he knows it.

he never knew bodily autonomy his entire life and then he is killed, and the horror still doesn't stop but now he welcomes it because that's all he knows. his body was never his to begin with, and he loves Jenova, so he's ready to give her anything she wants or needs. and so Jenova uses his likeness and the two become fused to a point where it's near impossible to say where he ends and she begins. and then he is killed again and ends up not being able to remember what his body even looked like anymore. to reconstruct it, he needs other people's memories of his body. and even then, it's Jenova's will that briefly brings him back into a body despite the fact that without a full reunion with all three remnants, he wouldn't be at full strength. and then he is killed a third time and loses that body as well.

his body was an experiment to create, a machine to use, an image to project on, an offering to his "mother", and then finally nothing but someone else's memory.

it wasn't his before life, in life, or after life. he never knew any other way to be, and now he never will. and because of that he's unable to even realize what it is that has been taken from him and what he's wilfully given away.

[wormspoodle]

the code just translates to song lyrics but it looked cooler that way

[specyyyy]

ratch and shockwave doodle + @drill-bits drift and spectra au which is v cool by the way

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

hate to drag yall back into the superwholock pit with me but i just got news that the actors who played garth and benny got engaged recently

[sunnysideasleep]

an end of an era

[faygos]

'nother johndave doodle. it was so cold outside this morning i think my fingers got a little frostbite

[technically-human]

Fem Catwin if you're interested

Oh, you better run or soon you will be done for

ko-fi

[skydreamplayzz]

My brain is dead, so random Design 😭🙏..

I GOT NO IDEAS STILL AAAAAAGHH OR it's just no Motivation. Eh

Ignore the pic 🥰

[soradayone]

“Before she can get any farther, Rangi snatches her wrist, brings her glistening fingers to her mouth, and starts to suck them clean.

Kyoshi’s breath gives way to a choked gasp. Her mouth falls open, eyes wide with adoration and lust as Rangi swirls her tongue around her fingers.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56977657

This is by far the LONGEST I have ever spent on a drawing in such a long time. Honestly, I have to stop here because any more and I'll start becoming exceedingly critical when this was meant to just allow myself to practice incorporating color into my art with the intent to deepen it. I do want to segway into talking about this scene because to put it plainly: I was not expecting it. When I first read this, I had just finished Stay Close, Float Home and was still sort of in between a state of euphoria, inspiration, and disbelief. It was a lot, but I've already talked about why that is so I'm not going to elaborate further to save anyone reads this some time. So then I clicked on the author's profile to see that there were other works and I happened to click this one next about a few hours later (I saw the tags, I never clicked so fast in my life).

Honestly, this wasn't even the wildest thing to happen if you take into account what happened before this. For some reason, I didn't anticipate what would happen next because I was so focused on visualizing this that when I did read this part, I physically put my hand over my mouth. Flabbergasted, surprised, shock, whatever synonym you can think of, think of that because it quite literally took the breath right on out of my lungs and I don't think I've ever stopped thinking about it. And it's been, what, a little over four weeks now?

I have many more thoughts but I'd rather transition over to discuss how this started as a sketch in my sketchbook since it suddenly came back to my mind but then the sketch just wasn't enough. I wanted there to be the soft purples, yellows, and reds that I saw and felt when reading that passage specifically. Yellow was the biggest color for me in this illustration not only because the setting was a hot day, but because of how there was a song I had listened to over and over again when making this that SOUNDED yellow to me. The song is called Crème Brulée by David Archuleta and it's this very sweet, groovy, airy sound (it's also very breathy and sensual so you can see how it's kind of related). It's definitely not subtle on what it's about but it was such a perfect blend of sound and colors that made this piece so much fun. If there's anything I've learned about myself in this last month alone after getting back into art and music, it's that I didn't realize I listen to music in color (it almost feels like I can taste it sometimes haha). Anyway, this wasn't meant to be too long of a read but who am I kidding, I could talk about this all day because when you've fallen back in love with the art of creating, it's just this addictive feeling that just doesn't really stop burning. So I write this with the intention to remember it. So that when the eventual and inevitable artist block hits again, I can remember what it felt like to overcome it.

[nuclearlolly]

Cursed interaction at the Sonadow server, based on @artificialchaoscola amazing fanfic

[differenteagletragedy]

I think Price is the kind of man that will never, under any circumstances, talk badly about a woman he once loved. Not just because he's not one to talk much about his private life, but because even if the relationship ended, and even if it ended badly, at some point you were his, and that means something. It always will.

It's something about how he's so self-assured -- not cocky, just confident in himself and his decisions -- that he just doesn't even think to think badly of you after you leave. Feelings change, circumstances change, but people? Not so much.

And so even though he can no longer smell your perfume on his pillows, all your makeup and hair ties and jewelry gone from his bathroom counter (except, of course, for that one ring that stays in his pocket like a weight, an albatross he's not even sure he wants to shake), he thinks of you fondly. You broke his heart, shattered him thoroughly on the inside, where he couldn't as easily bandage himself up, but before that, god, did you hold it so beautifully.

"It's all right, captain," Kyle tells him one day when he happens to catch him staring pensively at a framed photo of you -- one he used to keep on the desk in his office, but that now lives in a drawer. "Perhaps you'll be better off in the long run, yeah?"

It's such a harmless remark, one born out of loyalty for him rather than malice towards you, but John still bristles, carefully putting the frame back in its drawer before looking up at Kyle, something of a warning in his tone as he replies, "That so, sergeant?"

If he loved you once, if he thought highly enough of you to let you past his carefully crafted walls to see the man beneath, then there's a part of him that will always love you. It may not always look the same, and there will come a time when he takes your ring out of his pocket and tucks it away. Your absence in his life will eventually shrink, morphing from a gaping hole to dull pain, like long-healed broken bones that only ache when it rains.

But if you ever need him, for any reason, he'll be there. And the part of you that was his, the love and care and kindness that you gave him so freely, will always belong to him.

[specyyyy]

“all the world will be your enemy, and wherever they catch you, they will kill you- but first, they must catch you.”

[noordzee]

Watched S1 of Poker Face, love it to bits and am looking forward to S2! Started making a playlist about it and found myself pulling a bunch of Songs About Traveling Ever Onwards from my Snufkin playlist, so a crossover fanart was the natural next step

[quailsprout]

wormvik