#yea.........

[redautism]

hi ^-^ wanna see me work on my projects?

and just hang out? in general? join the (not official) red army hq where i start cruing when i change my brush color 16+ i beg ! https://discord.gg/dkrTxMQ4fB

[luzmint]

so............cow

[yeocult]

in the mood to watch movies with nice cinematography and cry over how pretty the scenes are with a nice cup of tea wrapped in the comfort of my bed

[randomsplashes]

me: [internalizes all my feelings] lol it's totally not a big deal

[aliwept]

shitty youtuber au where tokoyami is a fucking goth youtuber n i would like to redirect you to this lovely piece of art here so you can go ahead n roast him for it

[nozaki222]

[kmskis-blog]

          RAYS OF SUNLIGHT CATCHES IN RED-TINTED WATER,    like myriads of stars twinkling over faint and careful ripples gently moving through a ruby pool to wash over the two of them almost lovingly, the way it shrouds their bodies in a warmth after so long, how they still spend their days together after so long. yet his eyes are tired eyes, squinting against the sun as he looks skywards behind panes of glass, up to the heavens, the dark beneath silver irises prominent over pale skin.

          in their early hours, the world is quiet. paled lustre over them both as hands surge through the water and runs over his profile to push loose strands of wet hair away from a tired face. droplets run down his neck and fall to trace tear-tracks, billionaire is not one to mourn nor one to rejoice. with a heavy head & a heavy heart his skull cranes up against the muted light that encases him. a sigh, then, followed by signature sharp intake of hesitant breath, mellow hiss of air over stark teeth.

          ‘    come here.  ‘      he says, slowly, carefully. elijah kamski, giver of life and maker of man, basking in the pale morning sun illuminating who the world thinks he is and who he could be, voice gentle and akin to waves as it carries through the room from where he stands with taut muscles beneath naked skin, naked eyes and naked soul, patiently offering her his hand as michelangelo intended. tentative steps through water guide a smile to thin lips, steel eyes narrow and so creator looks upon his eve.

          SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SHE IS HIS MAGNUM OPUS.    the soft and delicate shine reflects in the halo framing her angelic face. oh, aphrodite, how her bespoke hand fits perfectly in his and how it always has from the very start. she was the beginning of it all and she was his everything. now far, far away his other hand rests over the soft skin of her hip to pull her fragile body close enough to feel pseudo heart beat for him. in these early hours their world is quiet and elijah is not a lonely man. not as long as he has her.

                             @sentientmade  /            elegy for someone loved by a god