zero clue if anyone has done this yet, but was looking at reference photos on pinterest and knew I had to do this 😭😭
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zero clue if anyone has done this yet, but was looking at reference photos on pinterest and knew I had to do this 😭😭
Noncannon thing i wrote for an prompt in my class
prompt: describe the setting of a lake, after a young man just committed a murder. Your challenge is to not explicitly mention the murder.
Steven stood on the short damp grass; liquid crimson beads etched onto a dagger that laid by the waters edge.
He watches as the tiny swirls turned to small waves, crashing into the grass leaving more droplets of liquid. Like the river was trying to clean the red of its shore, that figure that stoically stayed in the grass. Crimson blending into the water that attempted to wash away the pool of red, to no avail.
Steven lowered down to carelessly pick up the cold dagger and placed it in the waves, letting the water cleanse it of the pain it just brought.
The thick forest behind felt to grow darker, shadows shifting to block him away. As if anyone ever succeeded in that.
Steven narrowed his eyes, standing up to look back at the forest. As if challenging it.
He would not let his weak nature be his downfall. He’d fought too hard to stay alive, he would not loose his life now.
Thunder struck from abovehead, sky flashing him a warning he would not obey. There was only one who gave him warnings he’d listen to. The sky knew that, the waves knew that, the figure that laid still in the grass knew that.
And Steven especially knew that.
The gods gave him a warning knowing full well that he would ignore.
No one and othering told him what to do. He listened willingly when he did not have to. But he knew what would happen if he chose to not comply.
Steven was no god. A god would not feel this pain, this pity. A god killed without mercy and without thought. Taking the lives of innocents.
Steven was no god.
It was Zack who was his.
Even if Steven had had no choice, no say in the matter. Children don’t get to say anything. For they do not know what is good for them.
I thought nightmare Steven looked like a member of Slipknot
New white boy metal band just dropped: Nightmare Mode
holy shit children of earth just leaves you feeling like a hollowed out shell of a person by the end.... like i had heard it was rough but that was ROUGH
They're both saying "shit" here btw. In sync. Soulmate things.
don’t forget to wish steve a happy birthday.
Dear Marvel,
Bring Him Back 😡😡
Sincerely,
Everybody
Well now who’s going to feed Gus 2