#serentity

River Tam commission 🪓🩰🗡️

So Zoe and Wash from Firefly are truly relationship goals. So sad that Wash is going to die in the movie. Presenting my new OTP #firefly #zoewashburne #hobanwashburne #zoeandwash #zoeandwashforever #josswhedon #otp #serentity

[YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE.]

Firefly couples (Vera is Jayne’s beloved <3)

((Such an irresponsible dad, making his own creations mad at him))

Another one down! Toucan is literally the name of this, sooooo…. Anyways he joins TukTuk in my @alantudyk collection. Also got lucky with an eBay sale and got a #hobanwashburne figure for pretty cheap. Probably doing a video on him. #firefly #serentity #rayaandthelastdragon #encanto https://www.instagram.com/p/CkPHuy9Mnbp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

this is from a few months ago, hh my version of Frankenstein, for a test Exert. For a series I’m creating. Last edited on October second feel free to give critique.  --- I come out from the forest, the streets of Ingolstadt greeting me, singing a chorus with deep regrets. For the threats I have done, the crimes against nature and to the dead, I pace the streets nothing more than a night like this to remember. My creation left searching, chasing, running rampant, hunting. The eyes, the eyes of milky yellow tinted the sickening color of sewer water around the pupils. A terrifying sight staring into my soul. It was beautiful although, beautiful yet repulsive I must add. As it the last thing I saw in my apartment after I took a nap but I awoke to it. I wish I could sleep but nothing might calm me down to rest, as I am in such utter fear of that thing, the monster, my creation. When I tried to rest and sleep I couldn’t, as I’ve been plagued with nightmares. As for example the very last dream I had, as I held my dear Elizabeth in my arms, so pale and livid. Her lovely blue eyes and blond hair turning placid and white, then shaping and turning into my mother. My mother, who had died of a horrible sickness being painted in white. Holding her in my arms covered in white fabric. I realize it was a burial shroud, but it was making clicking and the sound of a noise only imaginable if you heard the scuttling of thousands, and millions of bugs. A squishy crunchy sound like the worst, jello that's crunchy made by the one mad lady down the street. The burial shroud being torn through ripping, by only those fly’s children the dreaded larvae, Maggots.Maggots from the rotting flesh of my deceased mothers falling onto me, or making their way to me squirming and scuttling. Hundreds, no thousands of the little white disgusting bugs. A stampede of them grouped up climbing over each other, rampaging in competition to devour my very soul and body. When I woke to my horror after that repulsive, disgusting, never so fleeting dream, that didn’t falter to frighten me. My eyes fluttered open laying flat on my back, I found  the creation. The monster that I created, looming over me. I broke with fear after I saw the creature, my creation. Getting up then running pushing the beast out of my way, after I saw it. A description of when I woke what I saw, laying on my back. Its black lips cultivated a grotesque smile, the smell of rotting flesh, the patched yellow skin. Its silky long black hair drooping over me almost touching my face as I stared. The breaths slow and steady, warm and moist, the breaths stench, nothing, like a newborn's breath. It was beautiful, mostly. The eyes, those cursed things, no man or abomination would have eyes like those.That night was the night of my fall after I created that thing and ran. That horrid, terrible, insufferable night. "I created a monster...A monster!" I cried out loud. Albeit I had the purest of intentions, to revive the dead after all, the dead haunted me. Even when I was a child. I went out to a graveyard to speak to an old friend of mine. Who worked and earned his pay due for five years, before without heeding, his end. The friend was no more but dead for a week at that time but I saw him for the week before his successor came. I believe I saw him, I saw him, for that week. But it was all in my head, my friend Clerval asked why I was talking to myself, oh dear Clerval, if only you knew. I could see the dead as clearly as I could see you. I wish it was only albeit a dream, I feel down into a successful deceit of a nightmare blinded by what I discovered. What I created using shadow remnants, a chemical compound, and A lightning tool that I made, harnessing the gods lightning power from the sky. My creation, a demon, no monster of sorts. I meant to create a man but failed, creating a monster. I looked at the forest a bit aways from it, as a tall humanoid figure began to form in plain sight. My eyes widening in horror as I realized what it was, to my terror it came towards me. It glistened like a mirage, nothing was alright after all. Nothing was a glimpse of hope I could not cope with This… This… What have I done? Not one could understand myself, I question why I went through with this. I begin to run.

I always find peace by the waves, probably why I joined the navy. Moving water calms me. Never hurts that the sun can paint both the sky and the water in its light.