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Kiss of Helios

Acharam que eu tinha deixado de fazer capa? ACHOU ERRADO! DIANWOIANWDOIN 

Dessa vez chegando com uma capa diferente das de Haikyuu ou animes, que eu tenho feito e que pega a história do talentosíssimo Gabriel Piccolo, quem nunca ouviu falar da lenda de Ícaro que voou até o sol e no fim se queimou? Então, conheçam a comic “Icarus and the Sun” onde ele se apaixona pelo sol e vive um romance que... não vou dar mais spoilers mas é isso!

Capa para a fanfic “Melt Away” escrito por Sollarium em que teve duas versões da capa porque a doida aqui esqueceu da regra quanto a nudez parcial/total nas capas, então fiz a segunda versão da capa -qq *cry*

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos a @gabriel-picolo pelas artes utilizadas nas imagens e também a Maryyyeol pelos psd’s disponibilizados para o uso e aos donos dos outros recursos utilizados como os background e psd’s. Inspiração nas edições de @thatporcelain (vi um watch me edit dela e aprendi a fazaer a forma ficar líquida, obrigada! <3)

I think about his story at least once a week, my Greek mythology hyper fixation is worming itself back into my brain

I know the story of Icarus is supposed to be a cautionary tale about the dangers of getting ahead of yourself...

But has anyone thought about whether Icarus intended to fall? What if when he flew high above, out of the awful labyrinth that had entrapped him and his father all this time, he finally felt free in the endless sky with the ocean under him? What if he looked beyond and saw a city on the horizon and while his father flying beside him shouts that it is safe haven, that they have found a place to land, all Icarus could see was another maze, with its walls and paths and crossroads. Only this one seemed to have more people caught in it. What if he looked at it all and refused to be one of them, refused to live the rest of his life in another labyrinth after just escaping one. What if the sun wasn't his doom but the bright burning possibility of freedom.

You must understand, I'm not saying he definitely wanted to fall. But maybe he never wanted to stop flying. Maybe he never wanted to be parted from the sky and sea. Maybe he just wanted to be free.

When the rocks seem miles away and the shore steeping and breathless, the desire to keep falling and falling overcomes the cause, when the sky flew faster than you, all the light was just blinding, never golden and when you lay by the riverbank, scarlet red seeping into clear eyes, scarlet red from where carnations grew, only does your breath turn tragic, turning poetic, when love struck jewels emerge, careful fingers touch the rubies, and this is all the power I have, to only lament words I cannot fathom and trace the fall over and over till only golden ichor flows anew.