#ostian

[jhara-ivez]

At night

I don't answer the door anymore. They knock every day at 4:00. I don't call for a carriage, I walk all the way to you The walls are thin and spies are at the market, they all wear the same necklace and know where I live. We meet at the edge of the desert, nobody is here at this time, we can talk undisturbed and there are no prying eyes. They usually come at night to get the people. and afterwards another house is vacant. A few still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore anyway. There are guards everywhere, everything is monitored 24 hours a day. The borders are closed, for years already, all you have left is inner emigation. I've known you since we were kids, I know I can trust you, too. We've been planning to get out of here together for a year now. You got us some weapons, Now we just need a ship. You say you can't take it anymore. and you're very hopeful that we'll make it. As I say goodbye, I once again look deep into your eyes I think about you all the way home, I don't think I'll get much sleep. They usually come at night to get the people. and afterwards another house is vacant. A few still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore anyway. There are guards everywhere, everything is monitored 24 hours a day. Nevertheless it happened again tonight, downtown, something exploded. And the temple says: "There is no danger to the public" and yet somehow everyone knows about it. I went to you again today, the streets were completely empty. Your name wasn't next to the door, someone else stood there. He gave me a letter from you that said you are sorry. And besides, you wish me luck and thank me for the nice time. I know you had to betray me, but that's no good to you now. You didn't know I've been working for the temple for years. And we usually come at night to get the people. and afterwards another house is vacant. A few still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore anyway. There are guards everywhere, everything is monitored 24 hours a day. The borders are closed for years already and tomorrow morning I will visit your execution. based on Farin Urlaub Racing Team - Die perfekte Diktatur, because that song shook me. Hard.

[jhara-ivez]

Can you tell me where the wind is driving me?

How this story ends?

On my way, in search of life, the world just runs past me.

I wander restlessly through the streets and lose myself in the process.

Can you tell me? How much farther do I have to go?

Does time ever stop?

[jhara-ivez]

At night (edit)

for @henantier. I have a very gruesome audio now with me slaughtering the song. Therefore - singable. I tried to match the words and stressing on syllables to the original song and I’m very happy it works. At some parts you have to improvise a bit with pauses and speed but... all in all? Done. I'm never answering the door. They're knocking everyday at four. I never call a carriage, I'm walking all the way to you The walls are thin and transmit sound and concealed spies are at the market,    They are all wearing the same ring and they all know where I reside.       We meet up near the waste, to this hour nobody's here , here we can talk undisturbed and without (unwanted) audience.

They usually come at night to get the people. and afterwards another house is left vacant. A few people still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore. There are guardsmen everywhere, everything's monitored all day long. The borders are closed, for many years now, all you've left is inner emigation.

I’ve known you years, since we were kids, And I know I can trust you, too. We have been planning to get out of here together for a year. You managed to get us weapons, Now we only need a ship. You say you can’t take anymore. and you’re hopeful that we’ll make it. We say  goodbye, I once again can look deep into your eyes I think about you all way home, I don’t think I’ll get much sleep.

They usually come at night to get the people. and afterwards another house is left vacant. A few people still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore. There are guardsmen everywhere, everything's monitored all day long. Yet it happened again this very night, In the city, another building burned to the ground.

And the temple says: “There is no danger to the public” and yet somehow everyone knows about it.

I went to you again today, the streets - they were completely empty. Your name, it wasn’t at the door, instead someone stood waiting there. He gave me a letter from you in which you wrote that you are sorry. And besides, you wish me luck and thank me for the nice time. I know you had to betray me, but that’s of no use to you now. You didn’t know I’ve been working for the temple for many years.

And we usually come at night to get the people. And afterwards another house is left vacant. A few people still spout perseverance slogans, but nobody listens to them anymore. There are guardsmen everywhere, everything's monitored all day long. The borders are closed, for many years now, Tomorrow I will visit your execution.

[spicylief]

Aphros: SilverAsh

After removing the old Aphros chapters off AO3, I have decided to re-uploaded the smutty, romantic Ostian prequel featuring Jespar x Maera under the title SilverAsh. I did this mostly because despite the sudden wrap up at the very end, I'm still happy with how I wrote everything else. And who knows, maybe if I decide it bothers me enough I'll rewrite the last bits of chapter three and the series well be done done. lol Anyways, enjoy :D

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[spicylief]

#KissArtFebruary Day 1 - First

A forgotten night of many firsts~

[spicylief]

Starting the year with some colorful sketches... Been wanting to do some for the prequel headcanon I have for Jespar and Maera~

Because I can... >.>

[minatangerina]

Result of today’s stream. Next time I’ll do the coloring and add some hair <3.