an ode to eggs
it was i who, when you were at the very height of glory, pierced your skin with my prongs, at once deflating you back to the scramble from which you first rose
zest for life
cw: mention of gore (prometheus)
decide
this and that, that and this to leap into action, to wait and see what to eat, who to marry if i could split myself into a thousand dimensions so that i could walk in every direction that you want me to follow i would, i would but i can only walk one path and i'm trying to listen to my own footsteps under the heat of your frustration please be patient with me just a little bit longer
red lines
cw: allusions to boundaries & consent issues
mud brain
cw: mental health (brain fog, allusions of self-loathing)
rex
monster hunter
“Think this is gonna work?” Rex unsubtly tossed his head in the direction of the patient.
Alekos raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking you that question.”
“I'm just asking for a little faith!” A pause. “Was kinda hoping for a 'Of course it will, Rex.' or 'You got this!'”
Alekos walked away.
As the door firmly locked behind Alekos, and the gate in front slid open, Rex – now alone and slightly deflated – sized up the challenge before him.
The patient in question was a raging, furious wildcat who stood ten feet tall to the shoulder, and of course, mustn't forget the ear-splitting shrieking and violent, demonic powers. And Rex, unfortunately, was no healer nor tamer but he was the only one thickheaded enough to volunteer to cure the critter's curse.
Fortunately, Rex was armed and armoured to the teeth with scale sitting above chainmail. Unfortunately, he'd already seen three people in similar armour get torn to shreds by the beast. And they'd had the advantage of running away from it while Rex has to very unavoidably run towards it.
He sighed and rolled his shoulders one more time. Maybe a bit of muscle warm-up and limbering could be the difference between (his) life or death.
He took a breath.
“Rexy-boy, they'll call you a lion tamer.” He reassured himself with a chuckle. And hesitated. “Or just really really stupid?”
Then, his face stretched into a grin. “Well, either way, they'll be talking about me. So guess that's all that matters.”
And he ran into the arena.
prompt: a cat owner tries to give their cat medicine
character details
moodboard (cw: nudity)
art
commissions by citrussam
picrew by sacrxm
sketches by 
inspo: guy gardner (DC)
inspo: david lee mcinnis
inspo: the last airbender / legend of korra
abisnu
Dear reader,
You now hold in your hands the first volume of my life's work: a comprehensive study of the magical climates that form our beautiful, chaotic world.
From the immmortal spirits that walk among us in Hadha to the Lillian mountain cities illuminated by borrowed starlight to the Belamonti toy dragons that dance for the delight of children, here are the stories of Abisnu.
genre: Age of Sail fantasy
medium: novella anthology / series
status: on hiatus
rust
... the planet's atmosphere is poisoning us, we don't know how much longer ... [inaudible] .... domes are leaking oxygen and our space stations are sinking but we have too few resources and too many ... [inaudible] ... calls for citizens to stand strong ... [inaudible] ... face the end together and breathe our last as one.
If anybody on Earth 1 is listening... [inaudible] ... please remember us well.
END OF TRANSCRIPT.
genre: lo-fi apocalyptic scifi
medium: novel / comic (to be decided)
status: in early development
disquiet
In the ruins of a fallen empire, of forgotten wars and long-dead princes, the surviving settlements find themselves haunted by otherworldly beasts – monsters and leviathans who come craving blood and magic.
When his village is destroyed, Rex must keep his children safe, uncover the clues history left behind and, together with old enemies and new allies, fix their broken, disquiet world before it consumes them all.
genre: Bronze Age / fantasy / horror
medium: novel / comic (to be decided)
status: in development hell
falling asleep
sometimes, i remember to breathe and find myself having slipped out of my body now i am a ghost, knocking on the door asking to be let back inside and with a long stretch, i slip in and i am me again