silver drips
The tears of an ethereal, hallowed creature, that fall constantly, never-ending.
Some argue that it is molten silver, while others argue that it is a god's tears made real.
Hello everyone! Welcome. Sit and rest, if you need.I'm Simon! I'm a 20-year-old aromantic bisexual, and I use it/they/he pronouns. I'm the host of an OSDD system, so I will sometimes talk about system experiences. I have chronic pain and am chronically ill (I have POTS), so I may take some while to post art or writing.I'm a fan of multiple fandoms, though I'm mostly into Digimon (Re:Digitize/Re:Digitize Decode, Cyber Sleuth/Cyber Sleuth Hacker's Memory, and loosely the other parts of the franchise), Kingdom Hearts, and Final Fantasy (FFVII, FFXII, FFXIV, and FFXV).While I am selective in who I follow, if I follow you back, I'd appreciate if you read this page and tagged things that are listed there.
tags I filter: simon don't look, warren don't look (both tags can be with or without aphostrophes)I do my best to filter things, but there are some things filters won't catch, or places like Discord that can't filter the same way, so I would appreciate if you keep these things in mind.
very important to tag/avoid talking to me about:
car crashes/car wrecks
reckless driving/drunk driving
electrocution
not as important, but still appreciated:
suicide (if graphic/explicitly described)
Voltron Legendary Defenders
dental procedures/the sound of drills
Featured/recent art:
Featured writing snippet:"I don't. . . want to be alone." You murmer, looking away from his face. Looking at the crystalline wall across the room, instead.The man sighs. Brings one hand up to cup your cheek, to guide you to look at him again. "I know, love. I know." A pause on a shuddering breath. "I do not wish to be alone, either. But. . . you must wake. You cannot live here forever like this, halfway between existences. Your body will be no better off for it, and your soul with splinter even more than it has." He pulls you closer. Until your foreheads are touching, until each blink of his sends his eyelashes brushing against your cheeks and vice versa. "You can stay here when you sleep, and I shall be glad to have you. But please, Phelye," and tears well in his eyes, and his voice turns brittle, "please, don't do this to yourself. Don't keep yourself from living just because you are scared. I promise you, you will find others who care for you when you wake. Even if it takes months, even if it takes years, even if it takes decades. Please live, my love. I would not want to keep you trapped here with me. You will meet me in truth soon enough, but. . . don't shatter yourself like this."It takes several seconds for you to compose yourself enough to answer, but though your voice is shaky, your words do not lock themselves in your throat. "Okay. I --" You'll -- what? What will you do? How will you ease the fear in this man's eyes, this apparent potential of losing you?He makes a soft noise, shushing you. "Don't force yourself to speak." He tells you, firmly but not unkindly. "Just. . ." another quiet noise. He pulls away, and wipes his face with an arm, then turns back to you and holds you closer. "While you are here. . . .stay?"How can you do anything other than nod? You nestle against him, tucking your head into the little crook between his shoulder and his neck, and your long legs tangle with his shorter ones. "I'll stay." You say.-- from beckoned by sunlight and freedom (obscured by visions and mystery), chapter 2
You can find me on tumblr here:
- @starlit-warren -- main blog
- @hallowed-nebulae -- art/writing/fandom blog
- @crystal-verse -- WoL/FFXIV au blogYou can also find me on cohost here:
- @hallowed-nebulae -- art, writing, and thoughts page
- TBAYou can find me at Archive Of Our Own here, and at Artfight here.I have a Ko-Fi here.