#random scribbling

[korok-no-ballsket]

11.26.2018  knb   eye practice

[korok-no-ballsket]

im chilly, smooch me.    v 3 v   *shivers*

[korok-no-ballsket]

11.26.18     you’re the only reason i keep on comin’ home~

[korok-no-ballsket]

that’s right, crybaby

[korok-no-ballsket]

Blue boy

[storyandcookieshunter]

“You wanna know why chaos in this world can’t be ever be gone? Because that’s the only way to keep balance without stopping changes and rot in stagnancy!”

[storyandcookieshunter]

Spirit of An Ocean

It was an ocean, a temple.

… No, in the middle of an ocean, was a temple. This temple was a sacred temple, the abode of an old entity. Many sailors dreamed of exploring this ocean, for the winds and the waves had told tales about this mysterious temple. But only few dared to actually set sail to the heart of the ocean, in which the temple was. And even fewer that had ever managed to set their foots into the temple.

Inside the temple, was a sentient being. It had long stayed there… that it even had forgotten why it was there in the first place. “I feel lonely,” so it said sometimes. But it could not get out — not directly. It’s mind could get out as the winds and as the waves of the ocean. Because it was indeed the spirit of the ocean. Thus, feeling lonely, the spirit often allured people with tales told by its winds and waves.

However… the spirit of the ocean knew of the value of its temple. It was a sacred temple, a part of itself, and the temple was actually a fragile place. After all, lots of beautiful things are also fragile in its nature. And thus, the spirit of the ocean could not let just anyone to enter its abode. That was why, when a foreign sailor came, trying to reach the heart of the ocean, the spirit would rise the ocean. The winds would howl and the waves looming — the ocean raging, along with the spirit’s raised caution and fear.

Thus, the spirit of the ocean lived for many, many years in its temple in the heart of the ocean. It felt lonely, and so it kept alluring people with its telling winds and waves. But once someone came, it would put the brave sailors in test with a raging storm.

Even until now, the spirit lived alone in its temple in the heart of the ocean… waiting for the right person that would pass the test and discover its temple and itself. It thought that that chosen one would surely freed the spirit from its loneliness. But then, what would happen next?

No one knows. Not even the spirit of the ocean itself.

[storyandcookieshunter]

Horrible Things

“Do you want to know, why people call someone who are different than them with something horrible -- like monsters, alien, and such? ... I think, it’s because they are the monsters. They are the alien. They are the horrible thing they say.”