pomily's book 7 dreams are all so special to me...and the climax being rook and epel rescuing vil from himself again...thank u for the pomily food.....
This is my first time posting on Tumblr. I usually just post on TikTok. This is my first art that I took the time to make. Iâm so excited it turned out so good!
Part 8! A queen who didn't have anything. Next time remind me not to draw 25 hands in one drawing... He was supposed to match Leonas card but I got carried away and got side tracked oops. But he fills in the gap between all the cards color scheme so I guess itt'sss finnnneeeeeeeee
I admit I'm curious about your reactions and ideas regarding the Grim Sleepwear vignette, as well as Groovy and the story of the sixth anniversary event.
now, they didn't actually say firstie cuddle pile, HOWEVER
riddle sees you as her rose. you are a point of pride for herâa testament to how dedicated she can be, how skilled, how prudent. though whipping you into a proper shape, trimming the excess off you, and repotting you into the right soil may have taken a while, the result is well worth the effort, for, in the end, your head bends down beautifully in an obedient bow as you hang off her lapel. for, in the end, she is the rose queen, you are her rose, and all is as it must be. ruin not her attire with your tears, soil it not with your blood. remember: you may have your thorns, but she has the shears, and, for her purposes, a root will do just as well with or without the head.
leona sees you as her pawn. there is a potential to you, the possibility of the other youâthe you to find at the end of the board, the you with the crown on her head and an an unrestricted gait, gliding smoothly across the rows and the columns, and she has no interest in letting that you come to fruition. she likes you best between her fingers, captured swiftly the instant the match has begun, and she cares not for the alternatives, the could-have-beens and would-have-likeds. all they do is hunger her further, and sheâs plenty hungry already. thus, a pawn you are to remain, an apt pair for a pitiful spare, lurking in the shadows far off the board by her side. that is, after all, where you two belong.
azul sees you as her accessory. you are the luxurious watch, as useful for keeping track of time as it is for flaunting her status. you are the unethically sourced handbag, equally good for storing her secrets in and resting her hand on, fingers playing casually with the tassels. you are the custom-made pair of shoes, soft material mirroring the shape of her feet, sturdy soles bending with the perfect amount of arch as she steps over her enemies on her never-ending climb. you are the side dish, to be ordered with the main course; you are the add-on, to be thrown in as a bonus. you are her lesser half, and all she asks of you is to be nothing, so that everything of hers can fit in.
kalim sees you as her pet. she calls you her lover, of course, but you are as much a lover as a traumatized rescue is a friend to an overexcited toddlerâsince you have no way of verbalizing your ânoâ, your snarling is taken to mean a âyesâ. she wraps her arms around you as you turn and twist, bite and hiss, and has no fear of your claws or your teeth, because, feral though you may be, you are now hers, and she knows very well that all her pets learn, sooner or later, to lie down and take it. this might have been less of an ownership had she ever gotten to love something that couldn't belong to her, but she hadnât, and you are the one paying the price. as is always the case with asims, hers is, by all means, a steep one.
vil sees you as her project. she doesnât believe in easy things, and so she neither expects nor wants an easy love. no, what she wants is for something to have been cultivated so well, with such impeccable attention to detail and such unwavering devotion, that it may withstand the test of time, its trials and tribulations, and though it is a tall order, she has never been the one to crouch down, not then and not now. thus, a quest for perfection it is, your body and mind reshaped carefully by a steady hand, her gaze cutting through you mercilessly as the reality of you is tailored to fit her expectations. donât buckle; donât run; donât hide. it is in your best interest to turn into her chef-dâoeuvre willingly. after all, she is not afraid of breaking you down piece by piece to put you back together by handâthat, too, in her eyes, is a kind of art.
idia sees you as her oshi. her idolâif youâd like to pretend that thereâs a semblance of humanity to her appreciation of you. in truth, however, you exist less like a person and more like a character, a collection of ideas she enjoys, put together conveniently into a singular physical shape. she doesnât like you how one might like a loverâor a friend, or anything at all that can respond of its own volition, accepting and rejecting, permitting and prohibiting. she likes you as one might like a visual novel love interestâdissected with precision as she catalogues the facts about you (character page info + snippets from other charactersâ routes!) and worshipped with fervor as she rearranges those facts to fit the most desirable scenario. itâs only violent because itâs not true. were you, indeed, less of a human and more of a thing, being reduced to a flesh-and-blood cutout of her imaginary lover would have hurt so, so much less.
malleus sees you as her human. she wishes she didnât have to, actually. she wishes she could have focused on something else instead. alas, your humanity demands attention, leaking in every interaction, every seemingly insignificant detail. you are of a reduced life expectancy, you are of a reduced physical capability, you are of a reduced magical potential. you are precious in your fleetingness and charming in the naĂŻvetĂŠ of your perspective. you are alarming in your frailty and exhausting in your narrow-mindedness. you are many things at once, and all of them lead back to your humanityâto the constraints you are forced to function under. to the constraints she is determined to overcome, because, however ubiquitous your humanity may be, it still comes second to you being hers.
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