Say Goodbye to Yesterday

do you take requestssss from Anonymous

ahh I’m sorry, anon! I stopped requests a while ago, since there were so many!

I’m getting ready to head out to Korea in a couple weeks to visit family, so I’ma be fairly busy! I take commissions but I’m awfully slow with them.

# Anonymous

Posted 20 hours ago
fishwrites: abhauen: I’ve always had a fascination of birdcages of varied shapes and setups, and that coupled with a love of performers, I guess this is what comes out? :Ua Kinda like, he performs from within a cage (for public performances, the stage is a cage), and dances to the music from the little music box that hangs underneath. edit: oops forgot to add the wings in the first image XDD mini!fic: ———— It’s been nearly a century since the war, and things are mostly human. Mostly. Alfred’s great-great-great-grandmother had been in Washington when it happened, and as a result, the wings never quite went away. Nor did the feathers that lined his ankle and wrists; the lightness of his bones and the incessent beating of his not-human heart. His wings weren’t really even large enough to fly - not that he has had the opportunity to learn (keep them down, Alfred, or they’ll take you away, no stay in the basement Mattie will bring you dinner). Now he lives in a wam, sunny room, in a warm sunny cage. “Oh poppet, why are you so quiet?” The boy with green eyes reaches beneath the cage, and a moment later, music plays. - ‘After the War’, post nuclear war universe. Akdgkjlol I reblogged the wrong thing haha but Yeahhhh fishie you’re so FAST. I don’t even have an idea really set up aside from the doodles, so it’s really cool to read how people perceive the idea! :Dthankyouuufishieeeefishwrites: abhauen: I’ve always had a fascination of birdcages of varied shapes and setups, and that coupled with a love of performers, I guess this is what comes out? :Ua Kinda like, he performs from within a cage (for public performances, the stage is a cage), and dances to the music from the little music box that hangs underneath. edit: oops forgot to add the wings in the first image XDD mini!fic: ———— It’s been nearly a century since the war, and things are mostly human. Mostly. Alfred’s great-great-great-grandmother had been in Washington when it happened, and as a result, the wings never quite went away. Nor did the feathers that lined his ankle and wrists; the lightness of his bones and the incessent beating of his not-human heart. His wings weren’t really even large enough to fly - not that he has had the opportunity to learn (keep them down, Alfred, or they’ll take you away, no stay in the basement Mattie will bring you dinner). Now he lives in a wam, sunny room, in a warm sunny cage. “Oh poppet, why are you so quiet?” The boy with green eyes reaches beneath the cage, and a moment later, music plays. - ‘After the War’, post nuclear war universe. Akdgkjlol I reblogged the wrong thing haha but Yeahhhh fishie you’re so FAST. I don’t even have an idea really set up aside from the doodles, so it’s really cool to read how people perceive the idea! :Dthankyouuufishieeee

fishwrites:

abhauen:

I’ve always had a fascination of birdcages of varied shapes and setups, and that coupled with a love of performers, I guess this is what comes out? :Ua Kinda like, he performs from within a cage (for public performances, the stage is a cage), and dances to the music from the little music box that hangs underneath.

edit: oops forgot to add the wings in the first image XDD

mini!fic:

————

It’s been nearly a century since the war, and things are mostly human.

Mostly.

Alfred’s great-great-great-grandmother had been in Washington when it happened, and as a result, the wings never quite went away. Nor did the feathers that lined his ankle and wrists; the lightness of his bones and the incessent beating of his not-human heart. His wings weren’t really even large enough to fly - not that he has had the opportunity to learn (keep them down, Alfred, or they’ll take you away, no stay in the basement Mattie will bring you dinner).

Now he lives in a wam, sunny room, in a warm sunny cage.

“Oh poppet, why are you so quiet?”

The boy with green eyes reaches beneath the cage, and a moment later, music plays.

- ‘After the War’, post nuclear war universe.

Akdgkjlol I reblogged the wrong thing haha but Yeahhhh fishie you’re so FAST. I don’t even have an idea really set up aside from the doodles, so it’s really cool to read how people perceive the idea! :D
thankyouuufishieeee

Reblogged 4 days ago from fishwrites (Originally from abhauen) 113 notes