rikaneko asked:

Congrats for runner-up! You have a wonderful description and design for your submission.

Thank you! I’m glad and even more so for the winner. I’m happy you appreciated my submission, too. It was relatively personal so it means a lot. :) (I loved your entry, btw! Gorgeous colors!)


Lota, the demon of stagnant lakes and stagnant hearts. Draped with a heaving web of algae and dead fish, she is the cold hand on your shoulder, siphoning day by day your vigour and vivacity. As if pulled deep underwater by her touch, no one, and nothing, seems to reach you once she has her grasp on you. The surface of the water becomes the alienating barrier between you and the world you once knew. Nothing that your loved ones do for you seems to reach you down there, where you sit curled up, wondering why you can’t summon gratitude for everything they do for you. Why nothing births excitement in you, why you stare in the eyes of tragedy and loss without a flinch, and why you harbour such distrust for every single nice word that slips from a stranger’s mouth. You’ve already forgotten the feeling of laughter, of a heart racing for the silliest of matters, of compliments that leave you flustered. Deep down at the bottom, you breath and exhale thick and cold water, tight in the embrace of the one that has robbed you of your desire to live and your ability to feel. Above, the ones you care about grow and evolve, whilst you remain unchanged and frozen, gradually fading. You hope for a trigger; for flames to choke the lake and breath back wonder into your eyes and life back into your lungs. You earn for a vigorous shake, for a slap that will jolt you awake. Yet, it never comes. You tilt your head upwards. Moving against the surface, you see multiple dancing lights. They eventually dissipate and her cheek presses against the top of your head, her long arms encircling you, and her lips whispering how much she loves you. You shrug.

For Ava’s Demon contest. I don’t usually do contests but doing this one mattered to me, in a way. I was interested in giving my issues a form, now that I’ve decided to mend myself together, replace my broken heart and try to move on. Maybe I can finally let go.

Lota, the demon of stagnant lakes and stagnant hearts. Draped with a heaving web of algae and dead fish, she is the cold hand on your shoulder, siphoning day by day your vigour and vivacity. As if pulled deep underwater by her touch, no one, and nothing, seems to reach you once she has her grasp on you. The surface of the water becomes the alienating barrier between you and the world you once knew. Nothing that your loved ones do for you seems to reach you down there, where you sit curled up, wondering why you can’t summon gratitude for everything they do for you. Why nothing births excitement in you, why you stare in the eyes of tragedy and loss without a flinch, and why you harbour such distrust for every single nice word that slips from a stranger’s mouth. You’ve already forgotten the feeling of laughter, of a heart racing for the silliest of matters, of compliments that leave you flustered. Deep down at the bottom, you breath and exhale thick and cold water, tight in the embrace of the one that has robbed you of your desire to live and your ability to feel. Above, the ones you care about grow and evolve, whilst you remain unchanged and frozen, gradually fading. You hope for a trigger; for flames to choke the lake and breath back wonder into your eyes and life back into your lungs. You earn for a vigorous shake, for a slap that will jolt you awake. Yet, it never comes. You tilt your head upwards. Moving against the surface, you see multiple dancing lights. They eventually dissipate and her cheek presses against the top of your head, her long arms encircling you, and her lips whispering how much she loves you. You shrug.

For Ava’s Demon contest. I don’t usually do contests but doing this one mattered to me, in a way. I was interested in giving my issues a form, now that I’ve decided to mend myself together, replace my broken heart and try to move on. Maybe I can finally let go.

merillian

dekizzo:

rutilation:

GUYS!

It’s a new video with concept art and new clips and ADRIEN and sdfkhlekhfqcdqiunefkwc

I’ll post some screens in another post.

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I don’t reblog these kind of things but this is important!!! >w< Félicitations Zagtoon, après tant de temps vous faites finalement rouler le projet. ET PUIS LA GROUILLEZ, NOUS ON CRÈVE D’IMPATIENCE.

sorrelsky
sorrelsky:


"promise me that in whatever world we wake next, you’ll look for me."

the story of how fire and lightning fell in love; the story of how they traveled together forevermore; and the story of how i will never stop marveling at how beautifully nana’s art fits mixtape covers.
[x] listen
pompeii (audien remix) - bastille // golden veins - two door cinema club // running back to you - for the foxes // anna sun - walk the moon // just one yesterday - fall out boy // laughter lines - bastille // dead hearts - stars // i was born for this - journey end titles // i will follow you into the dark (music box) - death cab for cutie // anchor - mindy gledhill // the only hope for me is you - my chemical romance// what you know - two door cinema club

And i will never stop marveling at how amazing you are at choosing songs for mixtapes. QuQ thanks again for getting it to me last night while i was slaving on my model.

sorrelsky:

"promise me that in whatever world we wake next, you’ll look for me."

the story of how fire and lightning fell in love; the story of how they traveled together forevermore; and the story of how i will never stop marveling at how beautifully nana’s art fits mixtape covers.

[x] listen

pompeii (audien remix) - bastille // golden veins - two door cinema club // running back to you - for the foxes // anna sun - walk the moon // just one yesterday - fall out boy // laughter lines - bastille // dead hearts - stars // i was born for this - journey end titles // i will follow you into the dark (music box) - death cab for cutie // anchor - mindy gledhill // the only hope for me is you - my chemical romance// what you know - two door cinema club

And i will never stop marveling at how amazing you are at choosing songs for mixtapes. QuQ thanks again for getting it to me last night while i was slaving on my model.