TWO OF MANY

 Flowers, It has been such a long time since I saw one, they don’t grow down here, not the pretty ones, the ones that do… I wouldn’t dare to get close, there is as much beauty down here as there is up there, but while the town that shines with sun has their beauty for beauty sake, here the vibrant neon colors, the indigo vines that grown from the gutter, that cover the plywood houses, the sewer glows radioactive green, maybe from radiation, grandma hates passing there, it gives her headaches.


Black mirror, the soul it reflects for me, its gives me shiver seeing the crooked smile on my lips, I touch my face, my fingers trace lines of horror in my expression, but the smile on the him in the mirror just deepens, showing rotting teeth and blackened gums.


There is a forest of plywood and rusty nails, it used to be a town before the big man with guns took over, they brought blood, they brought their freedom smelling of gunpowder, their blue, red and white flag. the saviors of the world, pillaging the recourse, taking everything they can carry, I hate them so much.

well, this one is not enough for me, and I truly believed I could do 5k out of the gate like I used to, I really have to remember, last time I did that stunt, I spent a whole year dedicating myself to be a writer (or just had a lot of angst to take out of my chest)

anyways, I have no idea what my plans are, I want to go to college, I want to be a writer, I want to drawn good, I want the voices to begin anew, not like schizophrenia, but like, inspiration, things like that, I miss when I was overly creative, I miss thinking about ideas, and getting excited over them.


like, the one with bastard who does deals with demons


I should listen more to my body, look, for answers, or something like that.


I like neon aesthetics, I like maze like cities, so intricately chaotic, built from the ground up by very different people, where you can feel the ones that where built by design and the ones that were built by necessity, I really like, children against adults, where adults fail so terribly to do their only job, that is protecting children, that they become a danger to be fought, and so, the children do so


I really like cyberpunk aesthetic, Akira has that feel of eldritch on the city itself, it just feel tOo big of an organism to be possible, like, the size of that hospital, like damn bitch, that shit was bigger than my town


I had this idea yesterday f an story, it has nothing to do with my other ideas, it has no neon, it has no real distopic fights, it has something like, I don’t know, something like golden compass, but without all the things that made it good, like the philosophy and politics of that world. but it has this human and animal surrogates bonds that are magical in nature.


A person bonds with an animal, they exchange characteristics, and for their bond, a magical ability is born, like grandma tarantula, who could weave shadows into clothes, so the darkest winter nights, everybody in the village could have comfy and warm covers, socks, sweaters, her weaving was the lifeblood of her community.


it is an idea, I really like mystical creatures, I wrote the beginning of a story that was like those villaness manhwa. where the villain dies, but is taken back in time with their memories, so they can face slap all those that wronged him.


this one was inspired by the far-seer trilogy, I just read the first book, it was something I will tell you, the bastard was trained to be an assassin, his dad was a beloved prince that died a horrible death.


well, the history had a queens bastard, but he was trash.


mine bastard was going to be trained as a Diabolist, the crown had ties to the church, but sometimes, the will of heavens is not the same as the man, so to fix circumstances, they look for a solution down below, that was the job of a Diabolist, using their souls as anchor, using death row criminals to power their wicked pacts, once the heavens announced their chosen ones, a paladin with a sword that could cleave mountains, a priestess that could cure death itself, and a prophet, through him the word of heavens would speak through, and he was tasked to spread the gospel alongside his other two blessed companions.


The thing was, heavens eyes could see the evil being done by the crown, it was sent to them a mission, to clean the kingdom of sin, they would wipe the whole royal family if the angels told them.


as the sole Diabolist he was scapegoated, well, he was evil as balls, like really wicked bastard, soul blacker than the night sky on a winter solstice, so the heavens accepted, without their Diabolist, the royal family had no way to commit the wicked deeds, or communicate with demons, so they grew out of their evil doings, and so, the earth was purified by the holy light of god and everybody ended up happy, the end


with the exception of the Diabolist, for his many evil deeds, was sent to hell for eternal torment, but, on his third day there, waiting judgment, there was a lot of demons fighting for his soul and their right to torture him, he was very conniving on signing his soul to different parties. but in his glass case, flayed and in a bed of jagged nails, this very tall old man with rotted gums, dark feathers all over his body


a primordial devil, an evil created alongside creation itself, the corruption of age, how all things break given enough time. a willful presence, so powerful so elusive, it made no sense why would such a being visit a lowly Diabolist.


he was just so disgusted, how the ones above decided to break their balance, how they dared to tip the scales on their favor and make spilling their influence all over the humans


so disgusted in fact, he decided to do a very out of character, he decided to save a soul, a second chance, on his behalf, he would unleash his own prophet 10 years later


he knows that would not bring balance, the eldritch influence could only breed corruption and chaos, no, he wanted to see the world burn, and he would give the Diabolist the matchstick for it.


since I a man who loves men, I would give my protagonist a romantic interest o f course, you know, one of the plot points was that the heavens chosen were picked as empty cups, people who had nothing left to lose, so the heavens gave their life a meaning, to do good by others, since their live were worth nothing for them, for them to make the most for other people, and doing so they chose those who lost everything, who endured great trauma, the ones whose lives were forsaken by the heavens it seemed, until an angel came, and gave their life meaning, they gave each chosen a sacred artifact, the paladin (he will be a fallen knight) a sword, the priestess (she will be a prostitute) a Rosario, the judge (he ran a monastery) a scale, and the prophet (the prophet will be a blind teen)

the four cardinal spades of heaven


there will be no twist, they are secretly corrupt, they are horrible people or thing of the like, they will all be uwu angels that suffered too much, and they are the antagonists, the ones who bring light, healing and peace are the “evil guys”