⊱𓉸⊰ 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢: Hello! My name is Atlas, I am a futch nonbinary lesbian, and I am a small artist. I draw occasionally, and I am just getting my creative spark back after having taken a long break from drawing for two very long years after starting college.
I am into character/creature design, and various fandoms such as Supernatural, Hannibal, Ethel Cain, ETC.
I romanticize the little things in life, and it's easy when you have the ocean to the west and the forests and mountains to the east, with small ranches and a strong community. Being surrounded by life is a big inspiration for me. People would suspect it's because I am a Sagittarius, when I like to think it's because I have an old and longing soul.
Here's what I've realized from the Artemis II mission:
You cannot study STEM without the arts, and you cannot study humanities without the sciences. In that tiny capsule we sent to the moon, we sent physicists who are also photographers. We sent poets who are pilots.
We sent experts on exact scientific maneuvers who also express precise emotion and experience that will be quoted for decades. They play with a stuffed moon in the background of a broadcast and have Chappell Roan as their wakeup music. They drove around the far side of the moon.
We sent parents, partners...We sent humans, who are unabashedly showing their humanity and brilliance and vulnerability. They are smart and kind and generous and ambitious and silly and thoughtful and so damn good at what they do. And they want to share it all with us.
Every Mirror Shows A Stranger - Destiel (shapeshifter au)
Prologue: Dean Winchester (428 words)
I am not built to stand the test of time, I will leave, with no warning, and no note. I will leave you behind when times get hard, when you need me most. Temporary devotion, I can do; not commitment. To commit to somebody is to give them half of yourself forever, to be devoted is to give them your entirety, when you can — moreso, when you actually want to.
If you find yourself thinking that we are so alike, that is when you could not be further from what I am. I am a mirror, I am every thought inside of your mind, and every word you do not say. For the short time that I am yours, I will morph into you; I will eat you whole, consume you, devour you. Your very identity becomes what you see in front of yourself — I am a black hole wearing your face.
And you have never felt so seen, so understood. It would be foolish to believe I could have been anyone's before I was yours, and that I could belong to anybody else after you. I have become your soulmate, it was meant to be. Our love was written in the stars, wasn't it?
You come home to find me wearing your clothes, playing old records I adore you adore, and cooking our your favourite meal. It is a beautiful cycle, our short, idyllic life together plays out like a movie. I know you, I see you, I become you.
It is not until long after I have left, that you realise the person you were in love with, did not, in fact, exist. You have been left behind, empty and alone, in a state of withdrawal. In losing me, you have lost yourself. Surely you didn't think it would be temporary; when I kissed your lips and took your soul with me. You can never have it back, you have become a tile in the mosaic that I am; built from every person I have ever loved and left.
Someday, you will see me again. I'll be draped in the robes of another man, sipping on wine we you hated — it is his favourite; it is my favourite — and you will wonder if I was ever truly yours. I don't look like you myself anymore; I am a black hole, wearing his face.
I am, for lack of a better word, a shapeshifter. I can be anyone but myself; I killed him in cold blood, and I cannot find him, I do not remember his face.
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Soo I hated their faces everytime I saw them so I redrew them 🙏😭 sorry im super hard on myself when it comes to drawing faces. This time I'm just gonna let it be, cause I think im looking too hard
