one mortal. one made.
— my illustrations of the characters from Nina Varela’s “Crier’s War” as my parting gift with 2025, because what better way to end the year than with my favorite duology i finally decided to read in january….

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one mortal. one made.
— my illustrations of the characters from Nina Varela’s “Crier’s War” as my parting gift with 2025, because what better way to end the year than with my favorite duology i finally decided to read in january….
I made miiself!
"How dare he disappear. How dare he be alive all this time and never reach out, never reassure her, never tell her."
"She paused, and realized she was breathing hard. She was so — there wasn't a word for it; she wasn't angry or sad or scared or overjoyed or guilty or betrayed or any of it, she was all of it, all at once, her emotions mixing like oils in bathwater, impossible to separate and define."
"She trembles. Of course she still wore the necklace. It was her only remnant of her life before. Of him. / It was too much, suddenly. She felt like she was going to shatter. She jolted away from his touch, her back hitting the wall. 'Don't. Touch me.'"
Book quotations : Crier's War by Nina Varela.
Songs: Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers / A Pearl by Mitski
I take no criticism.
Only because everybody said it couldn't be done. See what the boys are adding you have to take away. They're adding their hips and the busts. And you're taking away and you are doing just the opposite. You're taking away from it. You're trying to compensate; in other words, your face doesn't match your body but when you're on stage it looks that way. Men's jackets fit loose but the pants were skin tight. And if I ever took my jacket off on stage the dirt was out. But you know the strange thing is I never moved any different than I had when I was wearing women's clothes. The only thing changed...they only saw what they wanted to see. And they believed what they wanted to believe. You couldn't fool children though. The little ones, never. You tell them, 'Oh, that's a guy,' and they say, 'Oh no, mm-hmm, that's a lady.' Some say sir and some say ma'am and that's the way it is. I never change the expression. It makes no difference to me.
Storme DeLarverie from Storme: The Lady of the Jewel Box
I just need to vent about this a bit
I’m reading crier’s war (spoilers ahead) and I want to roundhouse kick storme. I honestly feel so bad for Ayla and storme was a major dick to her. He just never came back for her of course she’s pissed. I don’t think he’ll ever have a good reason for that. Fuck him. Truly. And he’s sleeping with Junn, who seems cool, but he’s acting all high and mighty. Ayla is a bit of a hypocrite, but she hasn’t done too much. Attraction is hard to control. He just abandons her again. I like Kinok more and he’s evil. I know storme and Ayla are 16, but man storme sucks
new-hair ✂️
09-mai-2021