You think the world would love you better without your holy edges, without your bleeding wounds and unsightly want. You think the world would love you better but it's just the world.
The grass is soft and holds the ants and parasites and wolves. The wind is gentle and topples mountains the same as it steals breathe. The ocean remembers you, the sea consumes. You are not so tall and not so new.
You think the world would love you better but the world has eaten as much as it's given. the world’s great beauty is a mirror and an indifference to all your burning parts. the Sun is graceful. the Sun is deadly.
We inherit tragedy from hunger but the world would love you better no more, no less, than it will bare you. And it will, and it will.
My part of the trade with @1loer thank you for agreeing to this <3
It's a fanart of Ianthe Tridentarius from The locked tomb series. I took it very seriously 🫡
in western woods lies the Starfarer, hand in hand with her bride- Ruler of men: Andromeda.
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There was a beast of the forest, once; a great old thing, existence wrenched into being by the stars.
Each step, every pitter patter across my grove, You tangle yourself in my roots more and more; A knot so tight it strangles. Isn’t it odd, how I fear that I enjoy it? How easily you have spellbound me, Starlight.
Then, there was a human. A girl. So fearless, so reckless. Adored the beast not despite but because of her nature. Her name was Andromeda. Each night it echoed through the woods as a whisper.
One starry night, you laid on my meadows, Fingers holding the flowers so tenderly, My heart could turn supernova.
The fae are an odd type: selfish, possessive, and greedy. Yet, they love with such strength it could tear the earth asunder, feel things so deeply it embeds into them. And oh, did Charon love Andromeda - adore her such that her forest's roots rattle and shake, blossoms burning a florid colour.
The beast yearned for eternity with her, to love as one.
Andromeda: Girl of a single life, my spark of decades Darling muse fated to fall, I yearn for so much more; for our love to outlast even the bristlecone, to eclipse the sun and devour ouroboros, My starlight. I ask once, And twice, And thrice; Be my bride, forevermore.
Marriage to fae is to marry their whole being - to intertwine their fates. And it seemed Andromeda's love for her beast burnt stronger than any humanity could.
I’ll plunge my fist into my chest, Just to rip out the constellations for you, Starlight. You take it from my grasp, gently, ever so softly. Searing light bathed you, each thud filled with my love. Ichor spilled out, staining the lake inky black. You let it burn and unravel your flesh with a smile, Placing my heart to yours, My very own star now yours.
In western woods no longer lies a lone beast; The Starfarer had took a bride.
Feathers burst from your skin, their mismatched tones stained the colour of the cosmos. Each breath, every thought- I could feel it all.
I’ll offer up my everything, So be my eternity, Starlight.
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Hope you all enjoyed my sapphic fae shit and silliness <3
Untapped middle-aged yuri potential between Melody and Bisky
No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow
I SAY I WANT YOU INSIDE ME AND YOU SPLIT ME OPEN WITH A KNIFE: web weaving for Graves x Warden
Le Cid, Pierre Corneille tr. A.S Kline / Brutus, The Buttress / The Prestige, Hanif Abdurraqib / The Good Fight, Ada Limón / Luis Caballero / vulnerability, a.j. / Catherynne M. Valente / The Recovering: Intoxication and Its Aftermath, Leslie Jamison / Let Us Believe in The Dawn of The Cold Season, Forugh Farrokhzad tr. Sholeh Wolpé / The Book of X, Sarah Rose Etter / Jenny Holzer / Love via Purpose, I.B. Vyache / Closer, Nine Inche Nails / The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Emilie Autumn / Start Here, Caitlyn Sieh / To Kill a Kingdom, Alexandra Chirsto / I'm Not Calling You a Lair, Florence + The Machine / Bloodsport, Yves Olade
There are a lot of great “Gale Approves” moments in the game, but I think my favorite might be one of the earliest (or possibly the very first?) one you can get.
It happens right after you ask him about himself and he gives you his “cat, wine, library” dialogue, ending with “didn’t that paint enough of a picture?”
If you press further by trying to peer into his mind via the tadpole and you succeed, you’ll only get a glimpse before he angrily shuts you out, and you’ll earn his disapproval:
He’s pissed, and rightly so.
However! In the next dialogue, if you tell him curiosity made you do it, he not only immediately forgives you, he ALSO gives you approval for it (thereby canceling out his prior disapproval):
I love this interaction for two reasons:
First, because it instantly tells you everything you need to know about Gale—he’s reserved until he gets to know you, he’s curious with a hint of mischief, and he’s very sweet and forgiving.
And second, because the whole interaction can be summed up as:
Gale: How dare you?!
Tav: Sorry, I’m a total nebshit.
Gale: OH! 😃👍 same
bleeding is the most fun a boy can have without taking his clothes off
A writer with their grubby hands dug into fantasy | Avid enthusiast of all things spooky and queer | She/They
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