#rotten sun

[wistfields]

more oc art while I work on two illustration books at once woo!! his name is Roma he is very dear to me

[irageneveart]

Prophet Siren Born inside the pearly shells, the rare creatures own the melodious voice of a siren and the unimaginable beauty that the mermaids are well known for- a dangerous combination. It is said that their voice can put you in a trance that will reveal the future to those who are courageous enough to get closer. But do not be tricked by their cunning intelligence and fall victim in their claws. If you spend too much time listening to their deadly songs, the mesmerizing creatures will slowly pull you inside their home where you will end up being devoured.

starting mermay 5 days later with a race from my original story. you might have to click on it for details and stuff

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Rotten Sun - Subplot

Fandom: Kpop

Kpop group: Seventeen

Character: Wen Junhui/Jun

Genre: angst

Word count:1,405

Warning: none

There may be some grammar mistakes. Sorry for that! English is not my native language.

Rotten Sun is the main plot I have with my dear @cheebsrtd in which Jun is a vampire, who feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere. This will make him unable to accept people around him and even his own self.

Summary: “I can’t deny the fact that your blood is flowing through my veins, and we will always have this fragile bound between us.”

dear To papa father Mr. Wen,

How have you been these days? I heard that you have gone aboard in order to solve some business issues there. I know that you’re a pretty active man, someone who cannot stay in one place for too long, and that this journey was a pleasure to you.

Your wife called me a few days ago. As always, she was trying to find all kind of excuses in order to make me talk to her. This time she wanted me to help her in the garden, in hope that I would open up a little to her. It was, however, a failure as always. That did not discourage her, and I wonder when she will give up. Until then, no matter how annoying it gets, I will just put up with her silly ideas only because she is a kind and caring woman. As you may have figured, she was the one who told me about your travelling plans. I was drinking tea with her, in the freshly mewed garden, when I saw concern floating in her eyes. So, of course, I asked her what was wrong. She knows you too well, she is aware of how much you like to involve yourself in all kinds of situations or professional relationships, but she could not help but wonder how much you will last like this. We must face reality; you are no longer young. You may still look like how you did a few years ago, your dark aura and your impressive height, which still towers over others, still makes you a scary person who intimidates people easily, but you can’t fool your family. However, you are a stubborn man. I just hope you will stay healthy and let your wife take good care of you.

To be honest, I don’t even know why I am writing this. I know it too well; I don’t have enough courage to give this letter to you, not even indirectly. Later, I will probably put it in a forgotten drawer, not having the guts to open it ever again, or I will just burn this piece of paper…seems like this is the best solution. Even so, I can’t stop my hands from moving.

Our relationship was always very fragile. Do you sometimes think about our lives when mom was by our side? I do. I remember her sweet smile and her soft voice which put me to bed as she read a different fairytale every night. I can’t believe that kind angel from my memories transformed into such a selfish monster. You were not the best father even then. You were always locked in your office, and when you finally got out, you were always frowning and arguing with her. But it was not so bad. It got worse when she left us. In your eyes I was probably just a responsibility she left behind. You had to take care of me, it didn’t matter if you wanted it or not, you accept it. But if I knew it would turn out like this, I would have liked it more if you just walked away from this mess. Your cold attitude towards me was worse than a torture. My childhood is marked by lonely nights and a constant feeling of guilt because you acted like you didn’t want me.

As I grew up, I started hating you, no, detesting is a much better word in this context. I couldn’t stand your cruel self, and one day I just decided I wanted to take my revenge, being lucky that I knew what hurt you the most. In front of people you were always the perfect, respectful man, so I decided that I would spoil your name, that I will bring shame to this awful “family”. I was a teenager at that time and, of course, naïve. My plan was perfect in my mind so I tried putting it in action. That is the moment when my life changed completely, when I ventured into a completely new world, but I can never tell you, or anyone else, about this. I will take it with me in grave, my little secret. My life was somehow stable after I met a few people, and ,for a short period of time, I forgot about my plans as I was just trying to live for my own desires and pleasure.

I don’t remember exactly when, but at some point you met a new woman. It didn’t look too serious so I just brushed it away, but I was wrong. One day, you came back home with your new lover and her son. You introduced us to each other and we dinned together. As I sat at the table, I couldn’t recognize the man who was laughing and seemed so carefree. That made me feel like I didn’t belong there…you were moving on with your new family while I was stuck in the same place. I didn’t want to get too friendly with them, they were strangers, trying to forcefully come into my life and steal everything I had. At least this was what I felt. And in that moment I remembered how much I hated you, the previous plans coming back into my mind.

And I did it. That night is still fresh into my mind, the night when that accident happened and you were obligated to come and save me from the mess. I never did this, but I feel like I should thank you for that. If it wasn’t you, I don’t know where I would be now. You used all your relationships in order to get me free. However, not what happened then remained in my mind, but how small I felt while facing you back as you were looking out the window at the joyful sparkling city which was in contrast with the tense atmosphere inside your office. The room felt so cold and empty, silence was the one ruling over it as no one dared to say anything, both of us lost in our thoughts. The one who broke it was no one but you, and your words still ring sometimes in my mind “what do you really want, Junhui?”. I immediately opened my mouth, I wanted to spit all the venom I bottled inside of me at you, but my mind was blank, making my mouth close again. What did I want? Of course, I wanted to make you suffer ….but was it really what I thought? I’ll be honest, I did not like the hurt look on your face, it did not fit your strong image, and those disappointed eyes with which you stared at me when we entered the house was something I couldn’t handle. After a long moment of silence, I finally opened my mouth again and said “I want to be independent.” It was the best solution. I wanted to get away from you, and build a wall between me and your new family. I felt ashamed of myself and I wanted to put an end to it.

It was the best decision, indeed. Now, when I look back…it was a strange day. When I finally moved in the new house, both of us looked like we were attending a funeral with our mournful expressions, and not even a spot of color on our clothes.

I love this place! I can finally feel protected.

The waters have calmed, but I don’t know what will happen in the future. I wish things would be different. What can we do now, though? I really wanted to have my family back when I was just a little boy, and sometimes I still do. There are so many things I hate about you! However, I can’t deny the fact that your blood is flowing through my veins, and we will always have this fragile bound between us. I thought it broke a long time ago, but as I turned into an adult…I really tried to understand you.  A part of me forgave you because I saw how you changed after you met your wife, you even tried to get closer to me, but you did not know how and at that point I was already full of hate. Naturally, things did not work out. But here we are, I will not cry over spoiled milk.

Wishing you all the best,

Your other son.

[irageneveart]

💙Oh! The Prophet Siren sounds so cool! What would the megadolon mermaid look like? And now that you mentioned deep sea creatures... I bet you know those fishes that have see through bodies where you can basically see their bones and organs? I think that would be a pain in the a-hem to draw but as a concept for merfolk it would probably be really cool :D Also... ray hybrids that look like angels^^ What do you think?

ahhh I sososo love all of these

the megalodon-like mermaids would be HUGE, gentle giants with dark or grey skins, wise but not wanting to deal with the human folk. however as this is a dark fantasy story, people are trying to hunt them and bring them to surface, thus they raise these ocean monsters trying to stay hidden while the monsters protect them. I'll include a drawing of one in the challenge and probably expand the lore more, the story has many races and planes and characters so I try not to spend too much on side plots so I won't lose the essence of the story xD

I sosososo love the idea of a ghostly body mermaid and an angel one, holy god, you already gave me so many ideas I just hope I will be able to draw all of them!! cause I freaking want to aaaa

but have you tried to write them down and make a story?? or to draw or idk, your ideas are so great you should really let your creativity out into the world

[irageneveart]

💙 Alright, if you don't mind I'll keep the ideas coming^^ What do you think of anglerfish mermaids? Luring their prey in with haunting lights like willow whisps but under the sea? Or a scarred mermaid warrior that has a nemesis seafarer above the sea like in Moby Dick :D

so in one of my stories I’m actually exploring these things, but I don’t want to bore people with lore of the stories they know nothing about skhbdjksas but I have what I call “Deep Sea Mermaids”!

they’re basically angler fish and other species that live on the bottom of the seas and oceans. they’re not the typical half human half fish mermaids like those that live closer to the surface, they’re much more on the monstrous and wild side of the spectrum (some of them even ancient ones that are much bigger than their newer sisters and brothers :D a megalodon mermaid if you want, it’s not exactly that but it’s close to help you imagine what I mean)

only that most of them don’t have a fish+mermaid name because the setting is in a complete different fantasy world so it wouldn’t fit. the visuals are inspired by our world’s fishes but I play around with the names

here you have an example of another sea-folk species I have in my story, a cross between a mermaid and a siren, called the Prophet Sirens. the picture is old but the concept still stays

[valosalo]

Rotten Sun

[kjwww-blog]

From Michaud's Mirror of the Orient, and included in the introduction to M. E. Combs-Schilling's Sacred Performances, this story is providing inspiration for my final paper - on the sublime and the storm and #Sandy - for Dr. Taussig:

There were in Baghdad two advisers in the caliph's service. It was unclear which of the pair was the more refined, so superlative was the taste and splendor of each. The caliph's court urged him to put them to the test: he consented, and decided as the criterion that each should arrange a banquet. He who organized the most elegant display would be the ultimate authority on taste and etiquette. Thus the day arrived for the first of the competitors. Upon entering the banquet hall, what was to be found? Perfection itself. All without flaw: the guest selection, the quality of the menu, the embellishment of the hall uniting fresh elegance with brilliant lighting, all lacking any obvious artifice. There were poems recited, music, and dance, edifying but friendly conversation, at times erudite, but always witty. All was truly perfect; to imagine a better presentation was impossible. The other contestant seemed doomed. Some already mourned his defeat. Others, more enterprising, commenced paying their court to the obvious victor.      One week later, the night of the second banquet arrived. There was at first extreme curiosity, them great surprise, finally a profound disappointment. Surprise and disappointment arose because of the nature of this second banquet: it was in every way, point by point, identical to the previous one. The same guest were invited, the hall's arrangement and decoration a repetition. Identical were the poems, the melodies, and dancing. There were the same flowers and the same fragrances. Conversation took up again as a repetition of itself. Echoes and reflections. It was impossible for the frustrated guests to critize the plagerist; holding their toungues, they began to enjoy themself.      After a short while, the caliph announced, "Today's banquet has won. May the Lord's benediction follow its maker always, just as will our delighted appreciation for the exceptional moment he has given us, and which we shall forevermore savor in our memories."      The stunned hall showed no reaction. What if the caliph spoke ironically? That supposition seemed likely, and in fact, was the only possible explanation.      Finally, the great adviser came forth, urged on by the crowd, and dared ask, "Oh great and illustrious caliph! In your unsparing justness, you perhaps wanted to laugh at the impertinence of this unlucky one, or else, in your boundless wisdom, you have seen what our eyes were not capable of seeing. If you limitless indulgence would accept to clear up this matter for us, please share the reasons for your choice?"      And the caliph responded, "I do not know what to say, in truth because the reason is subtle and avoids clear explanation. We had almost forgotten that moment we lived but a week ago. Now, this adviser's art has restored through a dreamlike repetition all the magic that had disappeared, all the evaporated perfume from the shattered flask. What occurred the other night simply occurred. But the reflection has tapped and actually restored our flow of happiness in its spontaneous perfection. In addition, it gave use three other treasures: memory, recognition, and victory over the annihilation of the past. No success is sweeter than this!"

[kjwww-blog]

"The gates of laughter are constantly opening within the spirit of the elderly scholar as in that of the naive child. Even though laughter does grow tired and worn, it brings, to those who do laugh, a movement of communion so sudden that they stand abashed. This radiant spell of laughter in which we lose ourselves has no exact location; it has no precise point of departure, no definite direction, but when it occurs, the separation of the withdrawn individual from a world of sudden flashing movement instantly ceases. An individual's fall has only to reveal the illusory nature of stability, and the witnesses of that fall pass, with him, from a world in which all is stable to one of slips and slides. Barriers collapse, and the convulsive moments of those laughing break free and reverberate in unison. Not only does each man participate in the limitless streaming of the universe but his laughter mixes with that of others, so that a room will contain not several laughs, but a single wave of hilarity. The icy solitude of each laughing individual is, as it were, refined; all lives are waters flowing into a torrent."

- George Bataille and Annette Michelson, Sacrifice.

I've been reading a lot of Bataille for Dr. Taussig's class. Most of it has me a bit lost but some of it, like this, is next level