Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa
A short story about a dystopian and post-apocalyptic future, a red sea and devastated sky, saturated in solitude, a protagonist wondering why all this.
The reason for that creature that she baptized as "the final angel" was there, the reflection of human errors made flesh and bone.
tw: philosophical crises, post-apocalyptic world, the main character questions existence, religion.
Year [Unreadable... The number is corrupted...] Date [Corrupted] Time [Corrupted] Location [Imprecise]
The sky is red, and the water looks like pure wine.
There were no signs of life; it's been a long time since I last saw a dog, a fish, a bird, or even an insect. Everything seemed to have vanished.
The only things left were cities flooded with red water, destroyed and submerged cities, scarce patches of dry land that could be found.
And if there was still a part of the land that the water hadn't destroyed yet, those things would do it – those tornadoes coming straight from the sky that seemed to have a life of their own, knowing exactly when to appear. They would destroy whatever was left there, and the land that couldn't be submerged was dry, as dry as a desert.
Sheets of metal abandoned in those deserts, the catastrophe of Black Sunday, it could have been avoided, but they chose this, they chose to condemn us all. Those who were supposed to protect us used us as lab rats.
Only solitude and pain were left behind.
The strong wind from the whirlwinds, gently tugging at the tail of my scarf, the pull of my hair being drawn by the wind. I watch as once again, those whirlwinds sweep through.
All I could do was watch, what else can I do besides crying?
There was nothing else to do, all hope was gone. Was there even hope to begin with? Was there ever hope from the start?
God, are you there? Do we even matter to you? I can guess not, you don't even exist, you're not real.
Just an invention of humanity to give an origin to our existence.
And if you ever were real, God, then you hated us
Hatred, I feel hatred for that nonexistent being, hatred for those who condemned us, hatred for this civilization that sealed its own end. Words will never be enough to express all the hatred I feel right now, there are no words to explain the hatred I feel every attosecond.
When the whirlwind finally disappears, I can see the hole in the clouds, the red sky rumbling, strange cables slowly emerge from the cloud hole, slowly approaching the earth; or perhaps from my point of view, they move slowly. They slowly pierce through the dry earth, I don't know if they simply "connected" or if they are drilling into the interior of the earth. Perhaps it's responsible for the deserts?
A white light illuminates from above down to the cables until the light finally fades upon reaching the earth.
Perhaps hours passed or maybe minutes, I couldn't say, I haven't seen the sun for a long time, its brightness and warmth overshadowed by the reddish sky.
By the time the light disappeared, the cables slowly moved away and returned to the sky, the clouds closed, and the tornadoes disappeared.
Descending from the large stone tube, the sound of my worn-out boots against the dry ground, with each step, the sound of the earth crawling could be heard.
Now I knew what those cables were doing, they were drills, drilling into the earth for reasons unknown to me, but at this point, it was the last thing or perhaps absolutely nothing that mattered to me.
I still remember, I remember the day, Black Sunday.
I was at school when it happened, suddenly the sky lit up in pure white blinding us and then the sky turned red, the ground shook, and a strong dust cloud that wiped out houses was approaching us, and large pillars of light rose behind, we didn't have time to react when it hit, the screams, their bodies imploded and so did mine, cascades of blood and the remains of clothing and bone left behind.
When I opened my eyes again, I only saw a large sphere with different colors, I was part of that, and we were being sucked into a black hole that seemed to come out of something white.
I don't remember what happened in there or what happened outside for us to escape, sometimes, I see those lights again. It took me a while to realize that those spherical lights were the remains of what was once the physical form of a human being, that's how I used to be before, my body had been destroyed, and what was left became part of the red, and the rest was taken by that thing.
Those black holes belonged to that, they weren't black holes; they were more like mouths, we were being devoured. It spat us out after a certain event outside, our remains returned to our reddish waste, and we regained physical form.
I prefer to call that thing "The Final Angel", the Angel so immense, larger than the earth, maybe even two or three times larger, soaring through space with the sound of flapping in the muffled noise of space.
I look towards the horizon, the red sky turns white, and the reddish is engulfed in cobwebs that snake, changing shapes, the horrible white iris, black lines snaking through its eyes, the pallor of its skin, and its horrible smile. It smiles, smiles as it left us, it was a smile of victory and fun; she smiles at seeing our destruction. But there's something more in its eyes, there was pain, it wasn't an "Angel", not a "Demon" or a "God", it's a human.
With a final look at the gracious being, its gaze melts away, leaving the horrifying gaze, bony face, and sunken eyes that flicker with darkness.
The pillars of light that had lost their shine regained it forcefully as they ascended slowly into the sky. The dust rose in large clouds of dirt where the pillars once stood, the fresh air hit my face, my scarf dancing to the slow rhythm, and I could feel my hair gently swaying.
I half close my eyes; I can't see myself, but I know in this moment, my face must have a grimace; everything was going to happen again, right?
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Hunter Keigan x fem s/o who’s a big sofite, a bit of a klutz as well and blushes really easily.
❆CLERK HEADCANONS❆
I apologize for the delay! Sorry I can't give better material, if anyone wants to order please specify what you want. I will leave my master list so you can see my other materials.
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MENU and MASTERLIST.
Warning: Fluff, neutral gender,
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For Keigan this is cute and annoying at the same time.
She really likes it when you blush.
She will flatter you in any way possible to see your cheeks redden like a couple of strawberries.
Se likes to hold your cheeks when they're red, you're too cute.
The only thing she hates is that this effect can be applied by anyone who flatters you and she doesn't like that.
She would have no problem with you being a little clumsy, but please. Don't be near her when she's working.
You can be as clumsy as you want around her, except during her work hour.
She doesn't want you to trip and spill ink on her papers or worse, hurt yourself.
She will try to be attentive to you at any time so that you do not hurt yourself.
So please. Get away from the dish drawer before you-.
What did I tell you? God, you're a little troublemaker, what will she do with you?
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Someone get luck gettin this cute boi?
Now i want to write a hdc of this pretty boiiiiii
i hope he gets his deduction soon 'cause i want to know more about his personality for write about him i dont want him so ooc
I got a hdc for Frederick (composer) idk when im gonna upload it
#the mandela catalogue #alt!gabriel #sus gabriel #lmao this soo good
I drew gabriel/lucifer but with eyes
COMPOSER HEADCANON
Warning: Fluff, dependent relationship.
Frederick is quite a sensitive person.
Previously, he was only admired for his handsome face and not for his talent, which affected him in some way.
He wants someone who admires and loves him for who he is, who sees his musical talent and not just sees a handsome face.
He wants you to have a decent life with him.
He will compose music just for you as a token of his love
He will be attentive to you at all times, he wants you to worry about him as much as he does about you.
Before arriving at the mansion he lived in Paris
He'll love to show you Paris once all this game is over…
Most of the relationship would be physical and emotional, they will constantly be clasping their hands, hugging and telling the other that everything will be fine.
In case the two of you have separate games, he will be distressed and worried about you the whole game.
And if you were to be together, he would be able to risk the game in order to save you, he would not forgive himself if they eliminated you.
He wouldn't abandon his lover at all, even if you tell him to run away, what kind of a knight would he be if he didn't save his beloved?
Probably everything ends badly but if everything ends well, he will hug you tightly murmuring that he never wants to leave you.
Frederick really loves you a lot.
What would he do if he lost you?
THE PERFECT GIRL: MASTERLIST
Summary — Cirque du Fleur, a beautiful and amazing place where you can go and find fun!
Unfortunately, not everything is beautiful in that circus, maybe on stage they are funny and kind, but behind the scenes they are totally different. And that Soleil will learn the hard way.
Warning — violence, death, minor protagonist, toxic relationship, harassment, forced relationship, supernatural.
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Prologue: Cirque du Fleur
The time has come. The development is done. The game is complete.
AND I CANNOT WAIT TO FINALLY PLAY IT.
my my my I can't wait for him I must save for him (I am a terrible saver).
I like idv's recent trend of making pathetic-looking men. Enjoying this guy's vibes
THE PERFECT GIRL: Cirque du Fleur
Summary — Cirque du Fleur, a beautiful and amazing place where you can go and find fun!
Unfortunately, not everything is beautiful in that circus, maybe on stage they are funny and kind, but behind the scenes they are totally different. And that Soleil will learn the hard way.
Warning — violence, death, minor protagonist, toxic relationship, harassment, forced relationship, supernatural.
Original work masterlist | Prologue: Cirque Du Fleur — next chapter(coming soon)
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The lights illuminated the circus stage, it was the favorite part of the circus visitors, the act of the hoops, where the sweet dancer crosses through the hoops and begins to dance with them around her body.
While the other dancers spin around her with more hoops as they throw them into the air and then catch them while dancing on pointe like her.
But unfortunately, for them, none of that happened that day, because the dancer had broken her leg during practice and the doctors said that she would not be able to dance like before. For which she was officially out of the artistic activities of the circus.
With that inconvenience, the circus needed a new dancer for everyone's favorite act, because this was the one that made the masses come to see the circus and everything now depended on finding the perfect substitute who managed to capture the essence of elegance. in his dance, but also an incredible artistic demonstration.
That is what the young Leroux Soleil managed to prove, not only is she perfect at what she does, but her appearance captivates people. Her wavy sweet ginger-colored hair, her beautiful green eyes and her white skin added a beautiful touch to her appearance, plus her small body her thin and fragile arms and legs that gave her an air of innocence.
Unfortunately, not everything is beautiful in that circus, maybe on stage they are funny and kind, but behind the scenes they are totally different. And that Soleil will learn the hard way.
Writter/Artist I write headcanons and one-shot for various characters
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