#115 day

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First full drawing of the year… JOY!

[damodreded]

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.” Hamlet II.II.115

Commissioned this beautiful Great War piece by Myrthena a couple months ago that I never shared. Since she's also a Shakespeare girly, the quote felt very fitting.

[nnecrotize]

Happy 115 day I lovee 115 I lovee moscovium I love Divinium

I wanna eat 115

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Happy 115 day!

(Rendered in Blender)

[taco0000oo]

Happy 115 day!

[h-a-unted]

Concentrate, Eddie… Close your eyes and imagine yourself in a frozen forest.

It's almost imperceptible, the softness of his father's voice between the boy's ragged breaths. His fingers sliding through hairs is not enough to bring peace, but enough to ground him. He is still here, in this hell. He is not safe in the house, not safe anywhere—he has been completely alone for a while. Despite the exhaustion, the pain, he closes his eyes, exactly as he is told. And the image of a frozen forest comes to mind. Specific, vivid, alive… He can hear voices that are too familiar to be fabricated, he wonders if his father had created them in his head.

What's real anymore? Is his pain even real?

That's it… You're getting the hang of it, Eddie. Keep going.

Maybe, this pain is nonexistent. Only the touch of his father against his head, his voice so desperately trying to calm him down. The ragged breaths are a lie, as is the house… Right? Agartha never existed, Agartha is not real, that's what his father had told him the moment he deciphered the name. Just bad dreams... Just safety nets inside the nightmare, ones that are so unreachable.

Not real… Why does he long for it, then? Why does he wish to be safe? And why can he hear them—hear him urging him and another to safety.

The silhouette of three pop up again and he is squirming against the restraints keeping him seated. He needs to reach them, needs to be by their side...

No, Eddie. Focus on the frozen forest. No one's there. Only you. Concentrate, my boy.

He listens to his father and, just like that, they disappear before they can form a coherent image. His hand reaches to phantoms that dissipate to nothingness. They're gone. And he is alone again, scared, freezing in the forest. But he hears his father, clearly. He can try to find safety in him, he tries to reach out for him.

I'm here, father… I'm here.

Tell me your name. Edward Richtofen. Tell me who I am. My father. Tell me my name. Gabriel Krafft. Tell me the name of my spouse. Sasha. Tell me if you drank the pills I've asked you to. I have.

Electricity covers the darkened skies of the forest, they land mercilessly against him and he jolts and squirms and screams. His father does not stop, not until the needed seconds go by. He knows a lie when he hears it. He has been leading his child through a maze of his design and the boy had failed to reach the exit.

Tell me if you drank the pills I've asked you to. . . . Yes, I have!

The skies dim further and he feels the cold touch of death course through in the form of an angered spark. The god of thunder is striking him down, the forest is an illusion — the only place he can be safe in is the house.

Safe in the house. Safe in the house. Safe in the house. It's my turn. It's my turn. It's my turn. Father, it's my turn. Not yours, not hers, no one else's but mine! It's my turn.

His father refuses to listen, he averts his gaze from the act, the voltage is raised.

You can help me! You can help me, you're a doctor! Don't you know who I am? Don't leave me here... Don't leave me!

He screams and screams until his voice grows hoarse, until it mixes with the screams of pain from the cruel machine. Exhausted, his body hangs against the restraints, seated, still seated. For a moment, he feels the draining of his blood, his own pleas. But how can he calm down with so much disturbance? The sound of the dead and the doomed surrounding him.

I have not drank them. I have not. I cannot. I don't like those pills. I don't like this machine. I don't like you!

The session is over… But he is still there, hanging until nothing is left. When the world dims, he feels it simmer. Purples seep in, rising like smoke, engulfing him into the darkness. Beyond the forest, a silhouette watches briefly, a vision of the future. When he tries to focus, he cannot make sense of it. Is it a shadow, a man?

He came back later, unannounced. College days had blurred together, encompassed in a tired, deep breath, until his silhouette presented itself as Edward's reflection. When his eyes opened, the world had that familiar, violet hue... The voices grew louder there, with a brief: it's been far too long, Eddie. A shake of hand and... whatever held his hand back and the deal was done. The deal... The deal?

Remember your deal, honor your word, Eddie...

When he wakes up, he is back in bed, teddy bear tightly gripped. Sweat is still dripping, fresh and uncomfortable. No matter how many times he keeps telling himself to, he cannot calm down. Memories of the past might as well be his present, his future. Time is not linear in the Dark, after all.

Even as he takes a seat, tries to follow his father's teachings, he cannot calm down.

Director, are you awake? We have an emergency.

And yet, he has no choice. It's time to work again. It's his turn, after all.

Concentrate, Eddie...

[eloisyw8]

Happy 115 day! With actor au primis/ultimis richtofen ⚡️

[0uimonami]

happy 115 day