To Do The Art,You Must Learn How To Draw

its not my original prompt but its my original story, ctto of the prompt

End of Days

All things must end, even life. Life on this plane has ended, for judgement day has come, everything big and small is gone either to heaven or hell, but here I am, a person of both just and wicked cause ; death, who can neither enter heaven or hell faces the judgement of The Lord God and The Fallen Lucifer themselves, unknown to them I am here to take away the last few aspects of life ; good and evil itself, I am here for them. I am neither good or evil, I just set the balance for things, I work for time, for you see in the eyes of time everything has a death date, the dinosaurs, humans, heck even religion, for what is a god to a none believer. So I stand my trial.

I walk past the stairway of heaven and the gates of hell into a cleared field, on one half the field is a flowery field with the inhabitants of heaven watching through the fences as audience with God sitting on his throne atop a hill staring down meanwhile on the other side was a barren desert with the residents of hell in chains strung up as audience for the event about to unfold with Lucifer nowhere to be found. I approach the middle of the field walking down a dirt path forming in front of me as I continue, I look towards hell’s side and see the scorching sun raining down upon me, sweat drips down my forehead in nervousness but mostly the heat, I notice my shadow moves in a weird way opposite the way I do. I stop at the base of the hill God looks up at me from his bow, “ Lucifer! You have stalked him long enough, even you can see he does not mean evil nor good at this very moment” said God. My shadow quickly starts to jitter and fade, out from my shadow comes out Lucifer him self with a grin on his face “ so it is to be true then, he does prove worthy of our judgement” Lucifer the proceeds to sit on the base of the hill crossing his legs. God stands up “ Let this judgement commence, you, my son, are the first neutral soul to ever walk this earth, one who is good and deserving of heaven yet evil therefore deserving of hell, we will decide here on this day where you truly belong” God announced. Lucifer got up and stood in front of me then God followed, “state your name” said Lucifer, “ you hold this trial for I, a person of pure neutrality the one of its kind, yet you ask my name?” Lucifer expressed concern and fear in his face, “my son, James, he does not mean doubt nor disrespect, all he wants to know is to know you better” God said to me, Lucifer started to look more and more nervous overtime we made eye contact. God said they would like to know me personally, so they each to me on walk to chat about me, Lucifer was first for God told him so. 

Me and Lucifer walked down the ruined streets of my hometown , I pointed out the street where I lived but he did not seem to care at all, he looked worried, as I continued with stories about my life he stopped me. “I know why you’re here” said Lucifer with a straight face, my expression was confused as I tried to hide my worry, “You’re here cause you will start us all a new, you’re just like eve, you bring hope for the future yet a tragedy for the present, you are a seed for the next generation. I do want to see all those who do evil suffer or corrupt others, especially you, but you cannot go here, judgement day was not my idea, I never favoured it, I wanted life to continue but all things must end, even life. Come we are done here, it is God’s turn now”, “ Mr. Lucifer, I can still see your hope for life but that doesn’t hide your love for suffering, you want all things that live to suffer, that is something I am willing to end, suffering, everything suffers in life thats why you want the cycle to continue” I said to him, “Smart boy” he replied.

 I had a moment of relief as he toured back to the field where God was waiting, “He’s all yours” said Lucifer before shoving towards God, God had a gift for me, a letter from my wife I never read while I was in the war  , “ Read it” the Lord said, ‘ To my love’ were the first few words inscribed in ink, I tried to hold back the tears but the flowed out as I continued reading “. To my love, my world, the soldier of my heart, may the Lord watch over you as fight for what is right, life, may you be always safe, may every bullet against you miss its mark, may every knife out against you break at the very sight, and may you stare the devil in the eyes with our fear. Macey is waiting for you, her firsts word were ‘dad’, she has your eyes and your smile and is also as stubborn. My love I know that most prayers don’t come through, but that changed the moment I met you, you are the answer to all my prayers, all my wishes and all my dreams, for as I near my last breath I pray you get this letter and return home, where I can eternally rest in your arms and where our daughter can grow up beside a fine husband and father such as you, much of love until my end, Eleanor”. I did return home, she did die in my arms, It was God’s plan to take her that moment, I know I am death and I was supposed to know who would die, how, when and why, but she was just taken away. Just like that. I held this grudge against God until my very end, but as one of her final wishes I cared for our daughter, she grew up, got married and had children. But that was all before the end. “My son, it is ok, I understand your pain”, “why?” I replied, “excuse me?” said the Lord, “why did you take her from me?”, God was speechless for awhile , he stared at the ground then looked up to me, “it was her time, death was not available to take her so I did, it was not am easy choice taking someone who had so much faith in life-“, “you will understand my pain but not the empty void in my daughter’s heart as she grew up without a mother, I cared for her in this hell of a world you’ve created, I worked all day and only saw her for less than 3 hours”, “relax, calm yourself” God said, “let us walk”, he took me down what seemed to be a literal memory lane where I relieved all my life, we talked about certain points in my life such as a fight I had in the 4th grade with a bully then to my marriage, the birth of my daughter, my deployment and it end it all I relived the memory of my wife’s death. I stood there rewatching her life slip away tens of thousands of time, my eyes dried from all the tears, I clenched my fist, “ I feel your rage, I feel your hate, I feel your agony and grief and for those I am sorry” said God as he shed a few tears. “Shall we continue” he said as he wiped the tears of his face “no, my lord, I would like to carry on with the trial”, the lord looked surprised, before we headed back he said “out of all the things I have made in your life, all the people you’ve met , of all the things I have planned… I have never planned nor created you” “well my lord, I guess you didn’t notice what you’ve made” I replied

hermes: the art teacher isnt looking im taking these micron pens

poseidon: draw. draw ocean. OCeN. FISH!!

athena: the sketch isnt perfect i nEED TI FIX THE SKETCH. I DONT CARE IF ITS GOING TO GET ERASED LATER!!! The skeTCH

demeter: look at this fairy i drew- what do you mean i only draw fairies? i draw bees too bertha not everything has to be human

hephaestus: haha what the fuck are colors

ares: time to fucking wing it

aphrodite: clothes? check. hair? check. facial expressions-- oh no dear god my weakness

apollo: does a sun count as background or do i actually have to add more because the circle in the corner of my sheet is doing just fine

dionysus: its 4am and ive been drawing on the wrong layer for 2 hours

zeus: im drawing BORDS and WINGS fuck OFF

hades: just because i draw only in pen doesn't mean i cant fix my mistakes-- okay im lying please pass the white out and the tissues

just putting this out there what if we made ^^^^

make every character an anti-hero trope

theres

-one with alot of guns

-one with good aim

-one with supernatural powers but is lazy to use them

-a psychotic melee wielder 

-a strong one

-an elemental

-and one  who can break the forth wall

I see rants of blue

horrors of white

stuff to be true

weirds posts from late night

and I say to myself“what now Tumblr” I see sites of  art

and poems of gold

this will be in my heart 

until I get old

and I say to myself“what now Tumblr”

the colors of the rainbow, match the gay pride

and the countries arguing make this site look so bright

I see fandoms about yelling “why’d he die too”

and the urls look fun, yes they do

I see bullets fly

the triggered explode

the dumb-fun things

from all of us at home

and I say to myself“what now Tumblr”