|Dedicating this year to Original Character luvin'... and who better to show off than everyone's little creep, Nadya?|
Bits and Pieces: A Checklist7) A ChecklistBits and Pieces: A Checklist by Opallynia
- new handles for daggers
(These turned out great, pretty, intricate, recognizable, fit in my hand and have a good grip!)
- find out who this “he” is for fuck’s sake
(Took me a year and now I think I was stupid for not realizing. Floren, eh…)
- make her forget about Floren
(Impossible. Just impossible. Will not work for more than a minute and then she’ll cry. Don’t.)
- learn noble speech!
(Yuk, I still hate it so much. Stupid traditions!)
- bake a GOOD cake!
(This was fun and I sure showed her! Hehe, the look on her face was priceless.)
- Give up on her
(…This will probably take some more work…)
Bits and Pieces: Silent fervorBits and Pieces: Silent fervor by Opallynia
6) Silent fervor
My wife mustn’t know.
It’s that simple, putting my wishes to words. But the difficult part is of course making them true. How can I hide it from her, how do I protect them? The child will be born soon and I fear their origin will become obvious. She may lose her husband’s support, all the worse, that of the society. And what would befall us then, two people who are indeed quilty of adultery, in love perhaps, but still criminal? What mark will the child have to bear from birth?
I am a person prone to thinking way too far ahead. It gets to my heart, makes it heavy with feelings that aren’t reasonable considering the situation. In my mind, I have already lost both my wife and her in dreadful ways and the child as well. She has turned her back on me, or come too close, lost everything, gained everything. The child has lived and died, suffered, grasped a foreign hand, grown resentful, but also b
Bits and Pieces: Fragmented road5) Fragmented roadBits and Pieces: Fragmented road by Opallynia
Before you judge me by these words, I’ll share this: It’s my life; before you have experienced my life, don’t think you have an actual right to bitch. Alright, so let’s begin.
Many things can mess up the insides of yer head. Abuse, brainwashing, imprisonment, bad education or lack thereof, even bad genes or just plain boredom. Put them all together and spice ‘em up with a good deal of cruelty and bad luck, ya got my situation. I ain’t saying I’m worse off than you or everyone else but you need to understand, I am worse off than most people. ‘Been telling myself I’m lucky to not be considered a complete loony, just someone with a handful of screws loose. And no, I’m not gonna go into detail about any whys or hows, those I do not wish to share with people. Though my wife’s an exception, I could tell her everything if there was time for it… which there isn’t
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Traditional art, featuring mainly my ocs
+ a few random suckish digitals
Photography, nature and travel themes
Fanfiction and very few pieces of Fanart for various series.
Some short original writings.
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