Love The Idea Plus It Will Get Me Out Of My Editing/writing Block.

Pilote part 2

I didn’t wanted to go back to school naturally but i knew I couldn’t runaway so packed my stuff and leave the house. It’s not like I dislike school in general but the only reason why I’m still going in class is that I don’t want to leave my friends and disappoint my parents. My friends are awesome, I missed them during break, they are so cool ! 

Léandre is the horror film fan, Lise is the pansexual meme lord with Ladia her best friend (she is strange but we love her equally as the others), Johan is the punk, sweet psycho that just look like a fan of Kurt Cobain, Katerina is the quiet girl that come from a other country but she’s great and have the same passion as Jo, Cassandre is the friend that seems to be quiet but is not and Nora is the mom friend. 

I, on the other hand is the conflicting child : pansexual, asexual genderfluid disaster with oblivious parents, with social anxiety but who is loud and make friends easily ( I’m sure I was supposed to be an extrovert but they messed up at last second), scared of what could hide in the shadows but loves being in the dark cuz find it calm and “safe”, I’m the cliché of a disaster teen.

I’m sure you wonder why I’m telling you that, well I don’t know I’ll find out why eventually, but for the moment let’s just continue to tell you my stupid story.

I miss the old blessed time were I was young and had no worries, when we didn’t care about gender, colors or sexual orientation, because we didn’t knew those were things. I remember friends that I make when I was abroad when I was young, I wont see them again but I cherish all the good memories I have. May you to have memories such a these to keep in your heart for the bad days who comes to everyone at one point or an other.

Now all that they care about is popularity, the physical appearance and the rumors. I tried to live like that but damn! it’s so much more complicated than I was expected ! Living like you are really is easier and for ounce I chose the easiest option. I wasn’t able to keep on lying because as an empath that made me feel sick. I know I sound like an arsehole but please don’t hate me for that… 

Hello 👋 can we request our own OCs?

Hello ! Nice to see new people in here !

To answer your question and make it public : YES ! You can absolutely request your own OCs but...

Remember the quality of a request is lesser than one of a comission and the time I will take to make and complete the piece will be completely random ! It can take a long while !

With that disclaimer out of the way, it will realistically, at worse, take up to three weeks but I will keep you updated during the whole process! You can always ask me question during the whole process !

Pilot

Prise flag but its just the Michel-Levy chart also called the Newton colour of interferences chart

Geology core for real ! A little retrospective on my September and October! And some sneaky pics of the beginning of November!

The bench at the edge of the universe.

I sat there. Silently. I said nothing when he sat next to me. We just stared in silence at what was in front of us. How should I describe that ? Light was a liquid, a see of stars and supernovae. Blindingly bright yet soothing to look at. It shifted like gentle wave under the breeze. I witnessed with my own two eyes the universe unfold all its mysteries. I watched in awe as the big bang happened again. We sat there witnessing the reinvention of time, of matter, of gravity, of life. It expanded until it broke and folded on itself until it vanished from existence and once again exploded into this incredible ocean of possibilities.

From the silence came his voice. "Why are you here?" He asked, and suddenly I heard the universe sing

"I do not know" I answered

"It's alright "

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because the burden of life sometimes gets to heavy for my to lift it"

"So you come here to rest?"

"I am always here, it's just that sometimes I take a tangible form"

"Wouldn't it be heavier that way?"

"No. You humans do not carry this burden. I feel light when I am you"

"I do not feel so light when I am awake"

"Well come back here anytime you need then. You'll always exist here. You just need to remember it"

We ended the year with a sweet dnd session and I traumatized my players once again with some heartbreaking lore and terrifying creatures. Here are two awesome character they met along the way !

I wasn't expecting to be tagged on anything so soon but ty so much. Let's goooooo

Last song : Running with the wolves by AURORA

Last show : Hudson & Rex

Currently watching Young justice but I'm going on vacation so I will have to wait a bit T-T

Currently reading: A brief history of time and Exoplanets

Current obsession: Dc comics and justice league !So that was fun ! I'm tagging...@w0lf-kin @obstructed-birdsong @wolfyboi44705 @sootandfangdiary

nine people i want to get to know better

ty @lesbee-dee, @sewerkingcharlie & @thekidkelly for the tag!!

last song: sane by greentea peng

last show: nathan for you & x files

currently watching: WWDITS & all seasons of Drag Race airing rn

currently reading: all the lovers in the night by mieko kawakami (prob the best book i've read so far this year, recommend if u like japanese realism)

current obsession: planning a trip on my way home to Australia next year after spending the last 3 years in Japan (hyperfixation rly comes in handy when it comes to making itineraries, i fucking live for it)

i tag @milo-is-queer @kathleenbrash27 @heartshpedfx @sunnydregs @clumpofglitter @gayrights666 @trillgutterbug @charliekelly89 @brezideje if u want <3

*taste the soup like a witch*

hummm it needs more eye of newt

*learn shading*

I love working on my art style because it's just me looking at cool art and adding it to my art like it's an ingredient in a boiling soup.

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.