Maryxia

astrophilic writer & artist carving a place in the world with this mind of mine.

[maryxiaa]

I dislike revenge stories. Stories where you dedicate yourself to the past, you dedicate yourself to what you have lost rather than what you've gained. You dedicate yourself to hatred in a hate filled world, only to curse that same world you've partially built, you pile dirt in the landfills and wonder why must it be dirty.

[maryxiaa]

As if your laughter was that of a ringing bell, I chase after it where it echoes in grassy hills. There stood an orange tree where I met you, and I realize you deprive yourself of what you long for. The pews are littered with orange peels and the dried marks of your tears, and if this abandoned abbey is your jail, then I am your fellow prisoner. My legs ache to run free, to find freedom in the act of surviving. The maws in my head come down to sever my legs, I speak, "I've found peace where I cannot find elsewhere."

Afterwards, the faint visage of a boy echoes a smile in my dreams. It is not dissimilar to my own smile, though, I only realized so when I was next to you, sat by the river. I dream of blood red eyes and distant stars, I dream of blue skies and calloused hands on my cheek. I fear of dreaming, for I feared they caused nightmares, yet here I was, dreaming regardless. Here I was, loving regardless.

[maryxiaa]

Fanart for "Echoes of Light' by CannibalisticApples.

Hello. This is my first Tumblr post ever so hello. I happened to stumble on a very specific Naruto fanfic, an oc insert fanfic, about a week ago while trying to satisfy the second vengeful coming of my Naruto phase. I actually thought it was really good, especially considering how I wallowed about it for three days straight afterwards. And how it continues to haunt me.

Echoes of Light had a lot of plot twists that had me screaming incoherently. The writing was well, well enough to cause me lasting emotional turmoil. And the OCS, Masaru and Akari, slid so nicely into place and were so cute I love them to bits and my own death and the aftermath of my decomposition. (I love them sm)

I like to think I don't draw fanart willy nilly, only when I need it out of my system, and I desperately need this out of my system, before the rot comes to eat me from the inside. So here I am, making my first Tumblr post, of Masaru and Akari. I kind of just drew them as I imagined them, because I'm bad at imagining and also remembering or even catching character descriptions. (I didn't entirely realize Masaru had longer hair until it was cut during the invasion) I imagined Masaru with hair similar to young Indra, wearing something resembling Hinata's jackets. Meanwhile Akari I always imagined with a kimono-esque thingy?? and low pigtails, though I do vaguely remember her hair being described in a low bun.

Um, anyway, I actually managed to find peace with myself some time before this, so I don't think I'm as desperate to scream for an update as I was when I started drawing this. That would be rude and inconsiderate. But If you ever plan to update, I will be there.

Here's the fic btw: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10746894

@cannibalisticapple (IS THIS HOW I TAG PEOPLE HOW DOES TUMBLR WORK)