Feb 4, 2024
I decided to draw one of my earliest OCs.
This is Lux. I used to roleplay her here on Tumblr (silentbanshee was the blog name).
Below is my earliest drawing of her. The improvement is astounding.
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I decided to draw one of my earliest OCs.
This is Lux. I used to roleplay her here on Tumblr (silentbanshee was the blog name).
Below is my earliest drawing of her. The improvement is astounding.
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Death & Deserts
Broken empty buildings still stand here despite the fragility of their existence. Homes, a bar, and a church are all that remain of some collection of lives lost to the wind of time. Just as the cold winds of the desert stream though my hair, making a tangled mess of my physical form, those howling winds of time make a calamity of anything that once truly lived. Most think the desert is an endless track of lifeless sand and perhaps it is for many, but I see immeasurable life in this place. The bushes and grass give testament to lifes’ ability for eternal existence. These plastered boxes of dwellings are what are really dead in this place. Their ghosts of occupants are all the life that remains; like memories of happy times lingering after love’s breath has been extinguished. How can a person be their own when these mental images of beauty and joy hold tightly to thier suffering soul? How can a person walk there own path when every natural sound gives impetus to reverie? The cut is new and the bleeding has yet to fully commence. Just as the shock of a wounded soldier holds back that red glistening life, so too has the numbness of this event taken my heart hostage. Knowing that the tear splattered pain has yet to drain the power from my veins gives me little comfort as I somberly attempt to gives words to this life’s moment. The setting sun, no glorious explosion of color this day, sets softly upon the horizon. Hazy yellow and reds blend with the blue grey of the dusky sky. Here too is a reflection of my mind; impotent sadness slowly sinking, leaving nothing but darkness in its absence. Life will go on as the Joshua trees will forever stand defiantly against the desert torrents. Nevertheless, my greatest fear is returning to my emotionless daily existence. Just as I was before love knocked upon my door disguised as a harmless coy smile. I have many options, many paths, all laid out before me. But I only wish to sit at this cross road and enter the oblivion; matching my desensitized heart. No hope, no dreams, no lingering longing; Just to exist or not exist as fate may plan for me.
Burning Bridges
Pour the petrol
Scrape the catch
In the setting sun light
Drop the match.
The dancing red
The licking yellow,
Glints upon a cheek,
A haunted fellow.
No simple thing
To burn a bridge,
When destinations sought
Lay upon the other ridge.
Still,
To keep ones sanity,
and have your respect,
Burn it down to ashes
and
To hell with the eternal effect.
Wrongful Love
When I think of that night
I close my eyes
drifting in mystic time
To that moment
No other existing in my world
There she is in a darken cab
Eyes wanting
My form approaching
Faces closing
I feel tingling run through my core
Our lips hovering close
Our hot breath slowly swirling
Each other’s air giving shared life
As I draw millimeters closer
Every fraction of time infinitely expanded
We crack!
Grabbing me, pulling me, a kiss on my cheek
Kisses running up my face
My temple
We both retreat back
A second’s gaze into one another’s eyes
With in them the deepest wanting
Together we join
Locked in a frozen second
Lives touching each other
My heart, my mind, my flaring body
Shattered lust perforating my chest
Our mouths movement, a soulful rhythm
Lips devouring lip, tongue brushing tongue, hearts engorged
The sensations exploded within me
Memory flying me to a land so beautiful
And then death taps my shoulder
And that’s the end of dream’s poem
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OMG WTF
@silentbanshee liked for a starter (1/3)
Chase, sensing that someone was approaching his citadel and making their way inside, immediately became annoyed. His actions in the conflict were dormant at most, so it should not warrent the monks visiting him, and any of his... ‘colleagues’ should have no reason to, as well...
He himself walks towards the entrance to see it is Lux, and his brows raise curiously.
“Hmm... Shall I say ‘long time no see’ or... Inquire as to why you’ve come?”