Stone heads, giant like desire, And the child is born as jaguar, Its future as wild as the forest. All that was rescued from the Barren rocks can be understood, Almost, but never finally. Time Has its hack at you. What truth Is left in this hurt language? Any Word spoken is spoken forever. I cannot unsay that confession. I guess at a culture of silence and Carved adventure. Praise moments.
The Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, William Blake. 1803-1805.
William Blake, both a writer and an artist, frequently painted Biblical scenes, including this scene from the Book of Revelations:
“The woman clothed with the sun” is from Revelations 12:1: “A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars.” She is with child, about to give birth, but “there is a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads…[about to] devour her child as soon as it was born” (Revelations 12:3-4). Here we can see the monster looming over her, her eyes wide with fear. I am especially fond of this depiction, the way Blake expertly depicts the play of lights and shadows; I think using watercolor instead of oil makes it look wonderfully delicate.
Summary – As a young child, you
see your parents murdered in front of you.
What happens when the monster from your nightmares comes back into your
Warnings – None
Word Count – 889
Notes – I’m
playing around with adding bits and pieces of Bucky’s POV in this fic. I came up with a new twist that I’m really
excited about, but I need Bucky’s help to get the ball rolling. As always, I appreciate all of your feedback
You threw off your covers and
walked into the bathroom. You stood
under the spray, the water as cold as you could stand. You wanted nothing more than to kill the
Soldier right this minute, but you knew that you’d have to bide your time. Eventually an opportunity would arise and you’d
make sure it looked like an accident.
Right now you needed to work on convincing everyone that you’d moved on from
the past and were willing to forgive him for his actions so long ago.
You knew it meant that you’d
actually have to talk to him. The thought
of having a conversation with a cold-blooded killer sickened you, but you still
had questions, and he was the only one with the answers.
You got out of the shower,
dried off, and put on some yoga pants and a loose tank top. The arrival of the fugitives wasn’t going to
change your schedule, and right now Rhodey was waiting for you for his
therapy. You steeled your nerves and
opened the door, fully prepared to play your part.
You had a moment of
déjà vu when you walked into the kitchen.
Vis was at the counter mixing a bowl of batter and everyone was seated
at the table, just as you’d dreamt it.
The only difference was him.
The Soldier was seated between Steve and Nat, a small smile upon his face
as Steve told the group a story.
You hadn’t made a
sound as you’d entered the kitchen, even Vis hadn’t noticed you yet, but
somehow the Soldier was attuned to you.
The smile faded as his eyes rose to meet yours. You wore a passive expression on your face,
but you could tell he saw behind the façade.
His eyes narrowed a bit as he studied you.
(Rant be prepared. Running on no sleep and I’m pissed off.)
Trigger: talk of gore and suicide.
I’m not saying my age. But I’m pissed off that I have to be ashamed that I’m in this fandom. Because a majority of the fandom is males who are under 15 no 14, people assume we are immature, childish, and have no respect for others and are just trolls sticking up for their favorite crafter.
The youtubers themselves may act goofy and just be there for money. But take a glance at how we see them. Take another look at how each one is viewed to us.
In the Wattpad community, and even here, I’ve seen things from gore to fluff in a matter of seconds. The stories and head canons people share are beyond child like or at the level of a 12 year old. Though some are young, I admit as a reader their writing is better than mine.
We have insane alternate universes for each one. Hell, half the Skylox stories are about suicide and cutting. We have literal battles to the death on who is right. Each crafter is unique with each author. I haven’t seen two alike in personality.
So I’m focusing on writing. What about the art? Sure it’s all done by younger people BUT THEYRE BEGINNERS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. WE HAVE ARTISTS WHO HAVE THEIR ART SHARED ALL OVWR CAUSE OF HOW AMAZING IT IS. I CANT NAME SPECIFICS BUT WE HAVE SOME COME TO MIND IMMEDIATELY!
Our writers and artist may be small in number. BUT I WILL FUCKING FIGHT YOU IF YOU SAY WE ARE ALL CHILDISH. THIS MAY BE A CHILDISH RANT BUT I WILL STAND MY GROUND AND GIVE PROOF THAT WE ARE NOT JUST STUPID KIDS
YES WE CAN GET EXCITE WHEN TEAM CRAFTED GOT BACK TOGETHER. DONT YOU DARE SAY WE ARE CHILDISH CAUSE OF THIS! WE ARE HAPPY THAT THEY ARE HAPPY.
I AM NOT SAYING WE SHOULD SNAP UP AND NOT BE CHILDISH. WRITE THAT GOOFY FANFIC. DRAW NO MATTER HOW IT TURNS OUT. JUST DONT MAKE FUN OF US FOR BEING THIS WAY. IT DOESNT REPRESENT ALL OF US. FUCKING RESPECT US LIKE EVERY OTHER FANDOM.
I DONT SEE ANYONE LAUGHING AT THE CARTOON TV SHOWS. THEY HAVE AS MUCH COMPLEXITY AS US AS WELL. WE JUST DONT GET THE TIME TO SHOW IT OFF CAUSE EVERYONE IS AFRIAD TO SAY THEYRE A CRAFTER
I dare you to argue. Try me. I will give examples.