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Cosmic Funnies
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Kaledo Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Andulka
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@smokebled
❛ I LOOKED AT HER & A VOICE INSIDE BY SAID, WE ONLY SEE STARLIGHT BECAUSE ALL THE STARS ARE BLEEDING. ❜ private & highly selective multi-muse ( * ft. muses from overwatch, webshows + more ) as understood by coslyn.
PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG
MOVED TO MY MULTI MUSE
PSA. not dead
i’ve missed tezca ( * & the ovw community ) a lot, but muse has been really lacking. i’m going to probably port tezca + chantico ( * & amihan my angry omnic babe. maybe s:76 too but idk ) over to a multi-muse which i’m already in the process of making, tho progress is exceedingly slow. still i hope all of you have been well & thank - you so much for bearing with my sporadicness !
PSA. not dead
i’ve missed tezca ( * & the ovw community ) a lot, but muse has been really lacking. i’m going to probably port tezca + chantico ( * & amihan my angry omnic babe. maybe s:76 too but idk ) over to a multi-muse which i’m already in the process of making, tho progress is exceedingly slow. still i hope all of you have been well & thank - you so much for bearing with my sporadicness !
` lorezenzo / brother
HE REMAINS UNSWAYED by the hands of motion & time. his stance has not altered. standing , that frown influenced wholly by distress continues to endure. analyzing orbs. they still hunt ! the jaguar searching for what may trouble the beloved. it lasts no longer. a blink or two & there dominates that endearing grin yet again / a battle against aged morals.
o , he is trying.
& so lorenzo proceeds , attempts to motivate full joy. ❛ i have many great tales with it , brother. perhaps that’s more to your taste than simply looking at it. ❜ the lack of appeal is understandable. many debate there lingers allure in destruction ——- but where in this ? a spike & nothing more. wood. inked by life. more haunting , to think , that a thing so simple could tear bonds apart. lives. precious creations. in but a second.
a gulp is forced down a rotting dry throat. scrapes , falls. a sensation of sandpaper. so it seems … there is a hesitation ( * for he stands with flesh & bone of lorenzo / but what regarding that soul ? ) ❛ i managed to strike a man with it once. a sly man , wanted by many. even talon. & i hit him with a simple swipe so far away. ❜
HE IS in his memories. remembers the night when he slipped out in the night, leg bleeding & vision crashing down in front of him. remembers the visage of his saviour that he has clung to ( * familiar silhouette // he is the only one who remembers his father’s gait ) over the years. then darkness. swimming through blackness for weeks & days until he blinked away. alone. a new limb attached to him, the metal monstrosity cold & limp.
smoke rotted in his lungs, burning across his throat as he breathes out. fingers tightens into a fist. shallow lungfuls, heartbeat bursting out of his throat. he shakes. trembles. piston of panic tearing through his guts, pressing hashly down on his sternum. there’s water in his throat now. dark, thick sludge like the night that dripped across his vision as he passed out.
❛ it was a spear that took my leg, ❜ he said quietly. hands steadied on the clasps ‘round his head & he unlatched the buckles. the mask fell into his lap. dull thud. hands now limp at his side, braided locks falling neatly 'round his neck. hollow voice, piercing as a bullet in the heart, ❛ it’s nothing. just memories. ❜
then he smiles, exposed features withering away before lorenzo’s eyes. he cannot allow himself to bleed. not when he has already forgiven his brother.
“The fuck? Who are you?”
FIVE / accepting. @dog-of-war
WAR SONG : keep your cards close to your chest. let them bleed ! allow the grief to explode from ‘tween feline teeth, prongs sharpened & jaguar’s grace slinking through every twirl & jaunt. he tilts his head, vantablack mask as dark as the shadows of his hood, entire form encased by dark glittering fabric that seems to vibrate with eternal restlessness. he cackles, the laugh blinding bright & lacking any mal intent. perhaps that is what causes people to pause he ! a figure of darkness & lord of night dreaming with playfulness & amusement.
❛ tezca ! the jaguar’s knight, ❜ he said, pride beaming. the stories of his mother’s people, the blood that has stayed within his veins even if it had been watered down by years & history. he tilted his head, one mask to another : ❛ what about you, old man ? got a pretty name to match the pretty face ? ❜
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* BROTHER
HIS VISAGE SERVES as a photo album : that beam a memoir of the past. old lorenzo. pure hands & an innocent sight yet to be tainted by the bitter universe. luis’ aura had blinded the dark veil which had wrapped those bones harshly. he is his youth again. he is a son , a brother. a person , so to speak , & one to be made proud by. a spear lies delicately in those palms & that grin ———- oh , it only widens !
❛ this right here is a beauty. my bones may have betrayed me but i’m surely not something to be underestimated. i can swing & throw this thing pretty well. ❜ there is allure in destruction. see it / there still endures tints of crimson ‘pon the wood. POOR SOUL. the two were once the same ( * & STILL ARE ) though contrasts , once foreign , now serves a natural existence to them. this quite the example : lorenzo stands as a youth displaying a mere toy & the other sits tongue tied. had he harmed him ?
no , no … heaven forbid ! he’d rather witness the world fall then to see a single tear drop.
their pain is shared. marvel ceases to exist. a dreaded query : ❛ —- what’s the matter , luis ? ❜
@smokebled
IT IS like he is whole again ( * missing missing missing // an entire leg dipped into an obsidian mirror ) : with his brother at his side, the name luis slides into his heart as if it had always belong there. with lorenzo, he can shed the jaguar’s spots & lay down the feathers that obscure his soul. he remembers, even if for a moment, what it means to be human.
luis is sitting down, legs extended in front of him as he watches his brother ( * dear heart ! rejoice for he is well ! ) hold the spear aloft. his voice is stuck in his throat, heart fluttering beneath his cage of bones & flesh. spindly fingers, wrapped up in dark leather & armour, rest on his lost limb, feeling the hard metal that glitters like the night sky. he remembers. & he remembers.
❛ nothing’s the matter, ❜ and he tries to smile before he remembers he doesn’t have to. not with the mask. still, his voice wavers ( * you have always known me better than myself ), ❛ it’s just a beautiful weapon. ❜
GALLANT LAUGH burst with prismic light, happiness threading through every movement that curved his limbs & arched his shoulder. his face felt split in half, the smile stretched wide though hidden underneath the mask that so often adorned him.
❛ not bad for an old man ! ❜
@dog-of-war / liked.
what i want : people to mistake luis for lorenzo & vice versa bc identical twinsies what i realize : no one has seen luis’ face in years, including luis himself !, except for lorenzo ( * & that was only once ! ). coupled with the fact that luis & lorenzo both have different scars & have styled their hair differently etc. means that they could not be more different now which is sad when you remember that the last time the twins saw each other, they were 22 & now they’re 52 which means they spent more time apart than they did together 8) their voices do sound similar, but luis is always in his full get up & literally sleeps in gear + mask to avoid being seen & to avoid seeing himself because he reacts so violently to the image of his own face ( * & to a minor degree, his own body ) because he has spent so long associating his visage with the visage of his though-to-be-dead brother & thus every time he saw his face, he was reminded that his brother was no longer there & it was all his fault & he didn’t even go back to check if there was a dead body bc he was so scared. what i am doing : internally screaming
I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH
THIS IS ME. I LOV ET THE TWINS MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS LI FE !!!
TEZCATLIPOCA : NOTHING MORE THAN FOG & REFLECTIONS // independent & selective OVERWATCH OCS the véspetras twins
* PLUTO
brow raised, lips hesitantly pressing together. tinge of sorrow gifted words a sharper tone. ❛ —- then, you are the first to notice. ❜
❛ OR MAYBE i’m the first to say it aloud, pluto, ❜ a crackling smile, vibrant & blazing. ❛ i’m sure there are others who have noticed your nice voice. ❜
❛ I AM completely serious : i wouldn’t have said anything if i wasn’t. ❜
@blacksclerae / liked.
STARTER CALL ! even if we got stuff going on
' i love you more than anything in this life. i will choose your happiness over mine every time ' 8)
THERE IS A GLINT inside him then ; a heat which originates inside the heart & expands through those veins. the other is pure & so pure he shall be , cloaked by light & blinded to witness only purity. in this moment luis’ hand is seized between two of lorenzo’s own , ever tender & merciful ( * contrasting to such ruination that identical touch has caused ). he almost guffaws. realizes the warmth of his sibling’s heart is mirrored through this sweetened embrace. wishes it could endure ‘till the ends of time. ever & ever & ever & ever.
DEAR BROTHER : I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO EVER AGAIN
that fibber’s tongue appears non-existent. heed it now , a tune composed from fondness. ❛ that is not an option , brother. i wouldn’t wish for you to do that. ❜ those lines curve & skin surrounding an adoring stare crinkle. only he could inspire such a visage. him. luis. their touch tightens. ❛ you & i … we will feel the same happiness. no more than the other. no sacrifices. you are happy then i am happy. we are the same. ❜
♜ FIVE WORD PROMPTS
