Photoset | Into Darkness

Photoset: Into darkness
Cделано для : fandom FMA 2018
Форма: фотосет с бумажной фигуркой
Пейринг/Персонажи: Эдвард Элрик
Категория: джен
Рейтинг: G
Размер: 7 фото
Иллюстрация к макси: После очередного заката наступит рассвет от Marius Zinger
Материалы: бумажная фигурка Эдварда Элрика и диорама производства автора.
Модель: Juke (link)
Предупреждения: нет
Описание: …тусклого света газовых ламп было достаточно, чтобы понять, что здесь обычно происходило. Столу с невероятными бумажными кипами позже стоило уделить особое внимание.

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song of today

Nothing is real, nothing is eternity
Nothing is all, nothing is innocence
Nothing is truth, nothing is answer
Keep sleeping yet.

Living is dazzle, living is distance
Living is puzzle, living is sadness
Living is prayer, living is question
Keep silence yet.

The circle is closed by a quiet song, the circle is purified for you.

When can you look the truth of the dream?
When can you touch the truth of the love?
So can you feel the voice callin’ you in the far distance?

The sky is high, the dark is deep, the depth is waiting for the time…
Across to find the truth of the world,
When can you touch the truth of the dream
So can you feel forever.

RahXephon artwork

made my way into the night

МанекенВчера мой путь пролегал мимо Дома Мертенса.

Так вот там… там… там в витрине такое! …такое!!!

Там в витрине девушка переодевала манекен.

Вы бы видели как она расстегивала ему рубашку!

…меня еле-еле оттащили…

– пустите, чудища-стращилища!
– не пущу! эротоман чертов. что никогда не…
– да хрен с ней с рубашкой!
я хочу посмотреть как она ему брюки менять будет!


“…some fast love, is all that I’ve got on my mind…”

cat tale

There was a cat who could live for a million years.
He died a million times, and lived a million times.
He was a great tiger-striped cat.
A million people adored the cat,
And a million people cried when that cat died.

The cat never cried, not even once.

Do you know a story...
Once, the cat was a kings cat.
The cat hated the king.
The king was great at war, and was always at war.
And, he put the cat in a magnificent cage,
And took him out to war.
One day, the cat was hit by a flying arrow, and died.
The king embraced the cat and wailed during the battle.
The king stopped the war and returned to his castle.
And, he buried the cat in the castle’s garden.

Once, the cat was a sailors cat.
The cat hated the seas.
The sailor took the cat to all the seas of the world,
And all the ports of the world.
One day, the cat fell off the boat.
The cat could not swim.
The sailor hurriedly scooped up the cat with his net,
But the cat was soaked and dead.
The sailor embraced the cat which was now like a wet rag,
And wailed in a loud voice.
And, he buried the cat under the tree
In a park in a far-away port.

Once, the cat was the cat of a magician in a circus.
The cat hated the circus.
The magician put the cat inside a box every day,
And cut him in half with a saw.
Then, he removed the cat, still in one piece,
Out of the box to receive his applause.
One day, the magician made a mistake,
And really cut the cat in half.
The magician wailed in a loud voice,
Holding the two parts of the cat in each hand.
Nobody applauded him.
The magician then buried the cat behind the circus tent.

Once, the cat was a burglars cat.
The cat hated burglars.
The burglar walked quietly through the dark town with the cat,
Just like a cat.
The burglar robbed only houses with dogs.
While the dog was barking at the cat,
The burglar opened the safes.
One day, the cat was bitten to death by the dog.
The burglar embraced the cat with the diamonds he stole,
And walked through the night town wailing in a loud voice.
Then, he went home and buried the cat in a small yard.

Once, the cat was the cat of a lonely grandmother.
The cat hated grandmothers.
The grandmother looked outside every day from a small window,
Holding the cat in her arms.
The cat was asleep all day on top of the grandmother’s lap.
Time passed, and the cat died of old age.
The frail grandmother embraced the frail dead cat,
And cried all day.
The grandmother buried the cat under a tree in the yard.

Once, the cat was a little girls cat.
The cat hated children.
The girl piggy-backed the cat, and slept clutching the cat.
When she cried, she wiped her tears on the cat’s back.
One day atop the girl’s back,
The holster to keep the cat secure wound around his neck,
And the cat died.
Holding the cat with the dangly neck, the girl cried all day.
And, she buried the cat under a tree in the yard.

The cat had no fear of dying.

Once, the cat wasn’t anyones cat.
He was a stray cat.
The cat was able to be his own cat for the first time.
The cat loved himself.
Since he was a great tiger-striped cat,
He became a great stray cat.

All the female cats wanted to be the cat’s wife.
There were cats that gave him huge fish.
Others gave him premium mice.
Some cats brought rare catnip as a gift.
Other cats licked his tiger fur for him.
The cat said to all of them:
“I’ve died a million times! This is so ridiculous now!”

The cat loved himself more than anyone else.

But there was just one beautiful white cat
That didn’t even look at the cat.
The cat went over next to the white cat, and told her,
“I died a million times!”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”
The cat became slightly upset, since he loved himself.
The next day, and the day after that,
The cat went over to the white cat and told her,
“You haven’t even finished one life.”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”

One day, the cat did three somersaults in front of the white cat,
and said, “I once was a cat for a circus.”
The white cat just said, “Oh.”
The cat started to say, “I have had a million….”
Then asked the white cat, “Can I be at your side?”
The white cat said, “Yes.”

The cat stayed by the white cat for a long time.

The white cat had many cute kittens.
The cat no longer dared to say “I have had a million….”
The cat loved the white cat and all the many kittens.

Even more than himself.

As time passed, the kittens grew up and all went away.
The cat, satisfied, said, “They became great stray cats now.”
The white cat said, “Yes,” and softly purred her throat.
The white cat had become a grandmother cat.
The cat purred his throat even more softly.
The cat thought that he wanted to live forever with the white cat…

One day, the white cat quietly stopped moving next to the cat.

On that day cat cried for the first time in his life.

Night came, morning came,
Night came again, and morning came again.
The cat cried a million times.
Morning came, night came — and one afternoon, the cat stopped crying.
The cat, next to the white cat, quietly stopped moving.

The cat never came back to life again.


– That’s a nice story
– Yeah? Well, i hate it.

Yoko Sano illustration: Cat that lived a million times

девочка-тундра

девочка – тундра

наши дороги идут параллельными нитками,
девочка – тундра. и я уже знаю: не встретимся.
запах уютной кофейни,
пол выложен плитками…
просто так вышло и всё:
оказался вдруг третим я.

лишним – не лишним,
скорее покинутым идолом.
жёлтый трамвай нас прокатит
до улицы Лестева.
зрелая девочка – тундра,
принцесса на выданье,
сумрачный город не страшен!
опаснее лесть его.

полдень,
как кот – незаметно уснёт и,
свернувшись на тёплых коленях,
дождём промурлыкает тихую грустную песню.
ты вроде такая воздушная, мягкая, нежная…
благополучно забытая

© Кысь
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babydoll

Встань на колени,
осторожно возьми мой фаллос.
Как микрофон поднеси к
приоткрытому нежному рту..
Ты в этой позе
неуловимо походишь на Каллас -.
Cвятую деву Марию..
Но оперный зал пуст..

Твой поклонник,
фанат и единственный зритель – я..
Мятные крапинки родинок
в щербатой морене тела..
Любопытные белые кролики…
…смятая простыня.
На окраине теплого неба..
Разбежались….
…и полетели..

© Кысь
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crrrawlin’

Я иду по твоим следам.
У тебя за спиной.
За тобой по пятам.

Как хищный зверь,
Ступая на мягких лапах,
Я иду за тобой,
Я чувствую твой запах….
© Flёur

I freeze with fear
And I’m there for you

I see it clear, I always knew
It was never me – I was there for you

Moods of glory, moods so foul
© Leonard Cohen