#what is not

[lyxchen]

Me: I'm Meeting Noah Schnapp in 2 weeks and I really want to give him some of my fanart!!!

Also me: *looks at all the Stranger Things/Will fanart I have drawn so far* fuckkk it's all smut...

[samsi6]

Die Stadt am Main. Der Fluss zur Stadt. Das Wasser zum Fluss. Was ist, was steht, was fließt. Alles hier versammelt. Alles in einer Photographie. Alles. Außer dem, was fehlt. Das ist hier nicht mit drauf.

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The city and River Main. The river to the city. The water to the river. What is, what stands, what flows. Everything gathered here. All in one photograph. Everything. Except what's missing. That's not on here.

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

Nothing comes into being from what is not.

from Letter to Herodotus by Epicurus

[beowulfs-booty-call]

Did something for my Graphic Design class, vibed with a poem written by Arthur Solway.

[fuchsiasea]

if anyone has gif requests from the 1D unseen content, feel free to send me an ask!

[lucretiadecoy-fics]

Chapter 10: Don’t you know

Botan turned her hand around and looked at the object. It was just a circle of white glass with a purple circle in the middle, with a smaller black circle in the middle of the purple one. She had seen similar things before at the international market Keiko sometimes liked to shop at. It was meant to be a crude representation of an eye, and for some reason, Botan found herself staring into it.

And staring into the black circle, the pupil of the “eye” as it were, Botan felt herself get colder. The light around her dimmed – as though another large cloud had moved over the sun, blocking out the warming, illuminating light it had been providing moments earlier. Botan slowly lifted her eyes from the object in her hand to the window beyond it. The garden outside looked duller again – almost grey without the golden sunlight to colour it – and Kurama had stood up from his onerous weeding task. He was looking in the general direction of the house, but was not looking directly at Botan. He looked worried and tired.

Botan looked down at the glass circle in her hand again. She slowly became aware of a feeling of pain in her hand: but it was not her own pain. It was the sort of pain she felt coming from someone else. It was the feeling she got when she placed her hand onto a wound to heal it. The pain was not her own. It was coming from the object in her hand. At the same moment Botan felt something warm and wet on her palm she quickly released the glass circle, sending it into a spin. It clinked softly against the window a few times, but Botan’s attention was focused on her hand. There was blood on the palm of her hand.

Botan looked at the red mark on her hand for a long moment before wiping her hand onto her kimono over her thigh. She then looked down at her hand again, finding that she had successfully wiped away most of the blood, just small amounts of it remaining in the creases of her palms. She felt no pain and saw no injury, and again her mind drifted back to the fact that it had felt as though the glass decoration was the thing in pain and not her. She looked up at the spinning disc, watching it as it slowed to a halt. Before it had stopped, she could already see that it was smeared with blood. It eventually stopped spinning, but swayed from side to side for a little while, during which Botan heard blood drip from it. She looked down at the windowsill, seeing a small puddle of blood there, that was dripping over the edge, down the tiled wall, over the edge of the kitchen sink and into the sink itself.

Botan followed the trail of blood back up to its source, where she found the glass decoration had stopped still, the eye looking directly out at her. It was bleeding from the black dot in the very centre of it. And Botan thought she knew why. She turned her head sharply to her left, where she saw a set of knives in a wooden block on the kitchen counter.

“Did you stab…?” she asked, turning to Shizuru.

[wildfirekate]

I have become disillusioned with this illusion. What even is this?

~wildfirekate~