Elias In Hades, Perchance?

elias in hades, perchance?

if tma were a hades-style roguelike I think it'd be entertaining to have elias just show up like a little bitch and give you tasks that eventually give you rewards. I don't think he'd show up as the final boss until much later on in the story (equivalent to the hades epilogue) where he'll become the eye's pupil and the player (presumably jon) has to kill him to stop the eyepocalypse or smth (don't question my thought process too much I haven't actually rationalised it all in my head yet lol)

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3 weeks ago

Something more personal- drawing him takes some of the weight off

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tags are confusing maybe I should be more active I guess I’m a writer

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screechinglostacademia

1 year ago

The Boy in There

Short, fluffy, tousled hair. A deep, velvet voice that could make anyone swoon. A wide smile that just screams comfort and confidence, others would smile just because he was. He would play football with the other lads, scoring that winning goal; he would deliver a soliloquy so moving that everyone would be reaching for some tissues to wipe away the tears. He would be a shoulder to cry on, a friend to everyone, he would always say the right thing and make everything better- his hugs would bring anyone back down to earth. He wouldn’t be afraid of dancing and singing, he is comfortable in himself. He isn’t afraid of the sound of his own voice, he wouldn’t be afraid of his voice sounding fifty pitches higher than it should be. Flat chested, lean. He works out at the local gym, where everyone can see him and no one judges him. I see him in there sometimes, just out of reach, a blurry outline through a piece of glass as I walk past. I know he’s in there.

He’s the life of the party, scouring the walls for the waiting flowers, he knows what it's like to try and bloom without enough light. He is the one to go to for a walk along the beach as the sun sets on the horizon. Wearing a loose t-shirt that somehow hides nothing, his hands taking shelter against the cold in his trouser pockets as the wind blows aggressively, tensing his arms and flexing his muscles. He stands with a straight posture, unafraid of his chest. He isn’t afraid to clear his throat, his Adam’s apple flexing as he does so. I’m jealous of him. No matter how much I think of him, or how I think I see him in the glass, he isn’t out here. I know he’s in there.

He knows how to make his way in the world, he breathes confidence. He doesn’t need to feel meek when asking someone for help, he just knows they’ll answer. He doesn’t always excel at what he does but he greets failure as a friend and takes them on a walk, building the paths to somewhere better than before. He greets everyday in life with a flourish of grace and a smile warm enough to let you know it's okay, the world is better because he is here. He knows the way to sincerity and treats you with it, no matter the circumstances because he doesn’t want you to feel unwanted. I know he’s in there.

I know he’s in there because he is me. I am the boy in there.

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screechinglostacademia

11 months ago

Jonathan Sims as Spiderman is walking vertically on a brick wall outside of Martin’s flat. His suit is black with a green spider on his chest with an eye as its body, green eyes accent the suit, and he wears a brown coat over it. Martin, in a Wham! shirt and black pants, is standing on the fire escape outside of his window and comfortably leaning against the railing to talk to Spiderman. He’s talking with a little smile. Martin says, “Do you usually check up on people you save this often? …Because this is the fourth time you’ve visited in the last couple hours.” Spiderman responds, “I just like to know you’re — a-anyone I save — is doing alright. Due diligence, and all.” Martin says, “I appreciate it. Really. …But I’ll be fine. Promise.” Jon responds, “…Alright. Just…stay safe.”

Jon and Martin doing the upside down Spiderman kiss from the first Spiderman movie. Jon is on the left, upside down and wearing a black suit accented with green eyes, and his mask is pulled up so you can see the lower part of his face. Martin is on the right, holding Jon’s face and kissing him with a smiling expression. It’s raining, and they’re both soaked.

Jon failing at costume changing from Spiderman to Jonathan Sims by falling down the stairs. A yellow text box in the top right reads, “…Not very good at the costume changes yet.” Top left is Jon descending the stairs, with a white button-up undershirt half on and attempting to put his coat on, with his Spiderman suit clearly visible under. Middle is Jon successfully putting his one arm through his coat while the other arm is pulling on his undershirt. He has an alarmed expression as he’s lost his footing. Bottom right is Jon successfully putting on his shirt and coat, expression still slightly alarmed as he’s wobbling to regain balance and not lose his shoe.

more spiderjon nonsense enjoy 😌

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screechinglostacademia

4 months ago

i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi

context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3

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screechinglostacademia

1 year ago

@/girlglimmer (x) // @/christmas-winter (x) // Fireflies - Suzanne Siegel // “orange And Blue” -

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1 year ago