Also Don't Know If I Asked This Question Already.

Also don't know if I asked this question already.

But let's yeet the Grace and Fury! Duo into the modern world! What could possibly go wrong?

Also imagine the Grace and Fury! Duo meeting the duos of other AUs-

For other AU’s Edda would get rlly excited about meeting clones of herself (and more importantly of Aven lol)

and uh. My Aven might end up throwing hands with Duality Aven.

u have asked about the modern world before but I have other answers now!!! so

Aven would get really into music. and art. and anything creative. he would forget to eat for days if u gave him a guitar

Edda would try to race cars with her sprint. And maybe trains.

Aven would go to a climbing gym and have the time of his life

Edda would go to a regular gym and break one of the treadmills

Longing

A wonderful lil piece I did in an actual sketchbook instead of my usual notebook.

hello! below is a lil poem-esque thing I wrote about my experience questioning if I’m aromantic, my fears around that, and how it relates to my love of shipping in media. it’s a bit long, so it’s below a cut. if you do decide to read, I hope you enjoy :)

Longing.

What does that word mean?

Is it a wish for something to happen, or for something to be?

Is it a plea to the skies above, for rains to come or go? Or a prayer to the dirt beneath, for a world where rains aren’t needed for plants to flourish?

I know what I long for.

That fire, that warmth. The flutter, the lightness, spoken of like the realest of fairy tales in all the books and movies. The rush of elation at their presence, the one the heart has chosen, the beloved.

But… I don’t have it.

I know what I want.

Love. A racing heart, a closeness, a caring touch. Someone to hold close, to hold me close, and to whisper those three magical words, the ones that start and end a thousand wars a day. And I want to mean it.

But I can’t.

My spark lights naught, more of a cinder. As if I’ve no wood to burn. Despite all I meet, all the ones I come to care for, nothing, nothing at all makes itself known. My heart stays cold and unlit, untouched. I am desperate for a love I can neither give nor receive.

So often, one hears of the ones who long. “Oh, woe is me!” They cry to the heavens. “None can receive my heart, I am doomed to pine forever in tragedy!” And my heart beats for them, but never with them. So often one hears of a hopeless romantic, but if I am in their same boat, yet cannot conjure the romantic in the title, what does that make me?

Hopeless?

…

I don’t want to wallow.

Nothing comes of that, especially not love. But I’m afraid. What if my soul is destined to be this way? What if my heart is drenched in rain, and its fire will never light? What, oh heavens, what do I have to ease the silent ache?

I have… empathy.

I can see, feel through others. I can look at strokes on a canvas, read words on a page, and feel with what they were scrawled.

I can entrench in fiction, see through the minds, hearts of those unreal. I can watch them sing this eternal song and dance, beyond the veil, and feel what they do. Breathe in their feelings as they breathe in one another. Revel in my racing heart, alone, through their’s beating as one. Hold them close to my heart, as close as they hold one another.

I think I can live with that.

I think I can love like that.

fuck rotating characters around in my head I’m having Aven shadow-box to scare away the night sads and rock their shit if they try to crawl inside my brain

Haiii!!! Your writing is so cool :P

If your Artificer was given the opportunity to drink paint, would she do it?

well. depends.

Of her own volition? No.

Someone dared her too? On the spot.

Depending on the quantity, she might think about it for a second. But if it won’t kill her? Down the hatch.

hello everyone!!! Hope ur having a good morningggggggggggg

chapter 25 of To Find Warmth is up! you can read it right here!!!!!

hope you all enjoy! okaybyeloveyou <3