@definitely-not-samayoi May I Ask You To At Some Point Spend An Indefinitely Huge Amount Of Time On Something

@definitely-not-samayoi May I ask you to at some point spend an indefinitely huge amount of time on something that’s almost 167k words long and in need of an actual literate person and not a rabid psycho with a Notes app on her phone? 💔

‘Bat and Dove’, Mel Chin 2007 pigment, ink, egg yolk on paper 10 ½ x 13 inches Airborne Holy symbols embrace/battle in an inky sky. https://melchin.org/

Certified !

История, после которой до сих пор ощущается горький осадок и некоторая недосказанность.

bro's got the waist of an ant and the posture of a shrimp

Please have a sneak peek of my Nishiki fic that I'm still working on (it should have been finished months ago but here we are) 🎏

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Nishikiyama Isamu was rarely home. Akira loved his father with all his heart and often refused to go to sleep until he came home. His mother would glance at the clock with a sigh, but his father was still gone. Eventually Akira couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep, waking up not on the living room couch but in his own bed. Each time he tried to catch and unravel this magical moment, but never once did he wake up in time.

On his father's back was a picture of a koi carp – just like the ones Akira and his mom used to feed in the nearby pond. Mom told the legend that a persistent carp would one day turn into a dragon, and Akira kept asking her when those park kois would turn into dragons. Mom would laugh and answer that they must not be persistent enough.

One day little Akira told his father that when he grew up, he too would have a persistent koi carp on his back that would one day turn into a dragon. Smoking at the table, his father turned abruptly toward him and looked at his son in a way that made Akira want to run away. He had never seen his cheerful and kind father like that before.

"No way in hell," his father dropped the words hard and weighty, like nails hammering them into Akira's brain. "It won't happen as long as I live, do you understand me?"

Akira nodded quickly. His father, noticing that his son must be frightened, smiled slightly and his gaze warmed.

What would Nishikiyama Isamu have said when he saw what his son had become? He would probably have been disappointed, angry, even enraged...

Nishikiyama Isamu did not want such a fate for his son. And yet, Nishikiyama Akira lays face down on the couch, feeling Utabori's needle tracing the same path his father had taken down his back.

何処も愛で愛で色飛び散る