#fatedriven

sometimes he feels hopeless.   books and articles don't exist for the phenomena on lost time due to sudden death;   when body and soul alike rot underground for a little more than a year,   brought back by miracles and patched together as though nothing occurred prior.   his predicament is unheard of to the common type;   not a single gothamite around can relate.   instead strangers speak on what the road to death is like,   that spark of light they drift to when the rest of their body goes limp and cold,   a little voice in either ear encouraging them to make the final leap for eternal rest,   and other sacred prospects until bolts of electricity motivates their heart to pump again one last time.   what he's gone through...   it's too different.   no one can make sense of it.      ‘‘     ────────  ?     ’’     jason heard him correctly,   shoulders stiffening in confused posture as he makes sense of the words and the order in which they left his mouth.   the way people communicate with each other couldn't have changed that much between then and now,   so why does his body react so negatively,   as if he's supposed to understand but can't?      ‘‘     sorry.   what the fuck did y'just say to me?     ’’

HIIII ^_^

━━     [ █/█/2011. 00:00 𝙰𝙼 : 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙾𝚄𝙻. 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴. 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈. 𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙽, 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚃. ]

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THE SCENE IS SET INTO MOTION :  two pieces without prior contact now stand aligned side by side on a chess board. a moth to flame, a magnet to metal. this is no consequence, but rather the unfolding of nature, the innate law of attraction. even gods are not without prayer.

the budding deity takes a step closer to the light, towards the other figure. the man he faces is roughly his age, shadows wreathing his eyes, rain-soaked bangs plastered to his forehead. he reeks of death, or rather the remnants of it. james can envision it now— the ominous, all-consuming presence of death, its curled tendrils poised and ready to strike, yet staunching their assault. as though sensing untapped potential, the heavens have decreed that his time has yet to come. he will survive to see the future, for now— he is the prophet, soon to be ordained. 

his eyes are glossy like pools of chromite, hardened like the polished barrel of a gun. james supposes this is an omen. gunfire hearkens him back to a time where he had no duty to fulfil, none other than existence as the prodigal son. a flurry of crows gather, perched against the backdrop of crimson and orange that overlays the sky. 

[ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . ]

the man before him introduces himself— tries to do so. the memory fails to take shape, no more than hazy fragments that come and go, as if the man’s life experiences were no more than a dream. the only confirmation that this is indeed reality are the multitude of scars branded into his flesh. although he tries, head pounding like the walls in a thriving nightclub, he is unable to conjure up any semblance of explanation as to how he came to be here, why he is there, or even his own name. and yet, the single word he speaks conveys far more to james than any detail. it rattles him to the core, as though someone has struck an out-of-place chord in a harmony— a single, discordant sound with a power to shake the heavens.

❝  𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠. ❞

this is his ecdysis : a fresh slate, a new identity, a new purpose.  a chance to start all over again. this is a rare instance where james feels pity, empathy, akin to what he knows of friendship. looking the stranger in the eye, he is met with the same hollowness he found himself staring back at in the mirror in the aftermath of his parents’ passing. perhaps this is why he takes pity on this stranger— an echoed vision of his past self, brimming with untapped potential.  he can rebuild this man, help him rise from the ashes again, baptise him in righteousness.  for a god is no god with no believers, and scripture cannot be built on soliloquy.  his hand, although empty, feels heavy as he extends it in offering. 

❝  𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄— 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙴 ? ❞

🍓 @glrchmp: Zacharie, you and your blog are absolutely? Phenomenal?! I honestly have not got into the playthrough of Shield / Sword yet while I do not have Switch, but of course, Leon has my heart instantly, and seeing someone so so passionate of him makes me very delighted. I absolutely adore what you have thought of him and written with him so far, and I always highly look forward to read and learn more about your Leon. It was such a wonderful moment going through your blog and seeing how would you portray Leon. Everything about him is so well thought and detailed, it is just incredible. To be honest, even if I haven’t got into the game yet, I already had a thought that Nintendo could not ever do Leon justice like how you would portray him. I hope you have at least some pride in your work because, seriously, what you touch turns into a wonderful art, and I am so grateful that I had stumbled across your blog. Anyone should, actually. You are a gem as you are a lovely person to have on my dash. I do hope we can interact more soon and have you shove me into more of the Pokéworld ( because I will admit, I’m not too hot with the lores and whatnot, and I’d love to get Deep with it, if ya get me there ) but if you are busy or anything, I’m more than okay to wait. Give you the time and space you need. For now, just seeing you on my dash makes me happy— as long as you are content, I am too. <3

🍓 @mtchstck​: Alex, first of all [makes over 100 fire / hot puns such as how your blog is hot, your writing is spicy—]. Second of all, my goodness, please know that you and Livvy are out of the world, like we truly do not deserve you two. Your developments, writings, graphics, artworks— everything that you would come up with are incredible, and just... The time and effort you would put in these delightful creations... There is so much passion in your work and I just do not know how you would come up with any of these stuff. Livvy is such an interesting and fun character to learn about, and you probably get this a lot, but I do want to tell you how much I love that you write her with life in her. In a roleplay forum I was in for most of my roleplay life, I had seen so many young muses around her age being written with these traits that were just slapped onto them or given them a tragic background for the sake of it with bare to no developments and meaningful thoughts behind them. Yet with Livvy, everything about her feels natural because you care, and it just makes me so happy to see that there are people out there like you who would hold a lot care for their muse’s characterizations. You are just so talented in everything you do and I highly admire you. Honestly, what a spark of delight and inspiration you are to have on my dash. <3

🍓 @arsonbeast: MJ, we haven’t done much together yet, but, my gosh, you! Are so cool! Honestly. I still remember our conversation during around the Fourth of July and recalling about it makes me think that you’re such a very fun and hilarious person to interact with ( and I would love to interact with you more but I’m so Fucking Slow, but... you know ). I don’t know how to explain it, but I can really sense your energy from your texts alone and I get so delighted whenever I see your posts on here / text messages. You just have a really chill vibe that makes me feel comfortable, which says a lot with me having anxiety, welp, but... Just know that you have my heart and soul. Also, I highly adore your writings with MJ— the way you would word your sentences, MJ’s dialogues, etcetera, it really captures the personality of him and it’s so much fun and exciting to read them! And his faceclaim? Epic choice, my dude, I love that a lot. I can not truly wait to see more work with him, and once I finally fucking figure out who to write / plot with him, it’ll be Over for you, so you better watch out for my dumb ass coming at your way with that, lmfao... You’re awesome as Hell, dude. <3

🍓 @fatedriven​: Neo, at the moment, we are just silently supporting each other from our tiny corners ( I am too slow and often chaotically losing my energy to reach out but! I will! Get to you soon, I Swear ), but I do want you know that I am! So so! EXCITED to interact with you more! And I ADORE all of your muses and everything in your blogs dearly MUCH! I swear, everything about your blog and creations and so forth are downright gorgeous. Stepping into your blogs for the first time was like having my eyes blessed with the sacred lights, no kidding at all!... Your muses are so unique and different from each other, it takes my breath away to see how much passion you have for all of them. Also seeing your writings? Truly poetic, oh my gosh. Your blogs are just so so delightful to go through. I love your ideas, your portrayals, and everything, like. You’re already one of my inspirations as seeing your work makes me feel motivated to work and develop on my creations, so thank you for taking the time and effort in sharing your creations on this Hellsite. They are truly amazing and I just can not wait to see more from you, as well as, again, interacting with you more. <3

🍓 @destructiveglitch​​: Myers, where to even start... I do not ever believe words would be enough, but as it is what I can offer, please, despite anything and what anyone would say to you, try to remember that whatever you create, your creations will always bring light to this universe! Every edges and corners and the insides of your creations from your muses to artworks and headcanons and writings and so forth? So well done. So so good to get into anytime, any day. And seeing your art improvement with the “silence, bottom” artworks? Incredible. It truly does show much you had improved from years of creating, and while you may experience feeling negative about your creations, I do want to give you a gentle reminder that this world is truly blessed to even look at your work. Just... the passion and dedication you have in your creations make me feel beyond delighted, and I love whatever you would post on my dash, even it’s just a silly thought. If you ever end up writing a novel or make a comic or whatever, you better let me know and I will pay to even read about it. Your creativity is too good for us. I am beyond grateful to have stumbled across your blog. You are just so sweet and fun and cool to have around, and I can not wait to make more fun memories with you. <3

@fatedriven​​   [ kain ]   sent:      ❛    just a flesh wound.    ❜       —      accepting. 

beneath the non - light of stygian sky,      nigh everything can be reduced to ‘justs’.      and how powerfully innocuous,      the whims of language.      in a single word:      nighttime laments masquerade behind just a trick of the light;      illicit affairs become no more than just a thing on the side.      a study in guile,      the mastery of verbal subterfuge so easily attained beneath the amorous mantle of evening dark.      to call forth such ascendancy and weave utmost insouciance into the revelation of a flesh wound,      of all things      —      one must learn to forgive the unbeliever,      fettered to no god but pellucid truth. 

❛❛      just a flesh wound?      i sincerely doubt that anyone who’s ever had to explain it like that is hiding just a flesh wound.      ❜❜      the glower she affixes upon his nonchalant mien is positively subzero,      censure glittering like hoarfrost in crystal optics.       lingering just enough for the adequate conveyance of her vexation,      she moves her gaze to peruse his form,      scouring for anything amiss.      perhaps,      she thinks,      this is why he prefers a particular palette.