You call me Sunshine, yet...
You shine BRIGHTLY too.
There is no way MC is not as in love as Casper as to MC. In fact, I'd like to propose that MC fell in love with Casper first (the fact that they continued entertaining Casper when they thought he was a scam, asking for his hand in marriage, etc.) but Casper fell in love harder.
someday i will make a post about how MC loves loves LOVES Casper, would be the more unhinged person in the couple, and sees Casper as their moon but not today
It's been a month, but I still strongly remember something that had occurred on the night I put my dog down. I know that it doesn't have a very... I guess smooth flow to it, but in my defense, it's kind of hard to maintain quality when working on something makes me as emotional as this did. I still miss Heidi very dearly, and I can only hope this captures at least a fraction of how I felt about that night.
"Your visions are nothing to fear Shadowpaw, you need not be afraid of what you see. You have a gift from our ancestors, do not be ungrateful for what they have bestowed upon you." - Troutleap, Shadowbelly's mentor and the former Apothecary
Shadowpaw was trembling, his claws digging deep into the damp earth beneath him. His fur stood on end, wired and electric as he witnessed the visions before him.
The sun was ablaze in an ever changing mosaic display. It's beams sharpened like the tips of a claw or shards of glass in the sky.
It was pulsating and hot.
Lapping like flames.
Billowing as if smoke.
Waves of heat, distorting the world in its glow.
At any moment it felt like he was going to be burned alive. Scorched into the earth, nothing but the shadow he casted as evidence he was ever witness to such a spectacle. But it never came. What did was the world spinning and then everything turning black.
If he had been more resilient, more accepting of these gifts, perhaps he would have been able to make sense of it in time.
It was easier to think that way and take the blame than accept that sometimes you just don't know the answers. A mercy he would not allow himself as his paws gently grazed the ash blanketed cats lying amongst faintly crackling embers.
art is a collaboration between myself and my roommate kazideus on twitter - i did the sketch and they painted
and so like a worm, this event nearly killed me talking about hell the same time as im missing gramps.
guda is SO DRENCHED in DEATH their very SOUL permeates it. as is very much confirmed by the curent event. and people werent lying when they say that the perfect servant for them is the Old Man of the Mountain himself. he who has unshakable faith. that the death he bestows will not be meaningless. and this master is the same. a will to survive and resolve unparalleled. that the lives given for the sake of them and the lives they took will not be for naught. the throne of heroes deemed that king hassan is the most compatible servant to be of aid to guda during tiamat. guda, having this ability to just attract world-ending entities must in turn have a Servant to slay them completely. the embodiment- the concept of death itself. an assassin who teeters on the borders of life and death. a human that accomplished so much- a human who got so good at his craft that he was branded as Grand upon death by the collective unconsciousness of mankind. to the countless underworlds and realms theyve been through, and as cliche it is to say it, every person that has ever met and becomes close to guda dies not long after. its no exaggeration that their closest companion from the beginning all the way to the end is death itself
"it wasn't until alisaie fell in the ghimlyt dark--when they were carrying her body back to the forward camp, and further still to the rising stones--when the fear truly set in. when the loneliness rose up to fill the gaps where the scions used to be, and the crushing weight of it settled in.
They’re a death-like creature but with a more neutral toward positive tone I think, dressed in a 1830s Romantic Era gown covered in poppies with the skull of a goat in place of her head
They’d stare you down at all a ball, gazing apathetically from across the floor
Edit: this was actually inspired by a painting I saw where a woman was in a ball gown with a ram’s skull leaning against a wall, I thought it looked sick af