I've been inactive for a while, I was (still am) busy in real life but coming back online to post and seeing discourse about a newly crowned favorite character is disheartening. Even more so, that people are harassing other writers over a drama I feel is overblown.
I have thoughts regarding it but I'm unsure if my opinion would be appreciated. But if you'd like to peacefully talk it out with me, I'd be happy to lend an ear. I'd like to hear both sides, as meager as my opinion may be.
Oh boy, here we go.
Aventurine is a character, a fictional being born to entertain the players. He is not real. He can not be offended by what you create of him. There is no point getting upset on the behalf of a character and prioritizing fiction over a person who does actually exist.
If we do want to condemn slavery fics, why not also cancel slave reader fics? Or ones that include things such as dead dove (including yanderes in general) fics because those topics are equally terrible to condone and write about from that point of view. Or how about other characters that have similar topics in their lore. Should those also be canceled too?
*There are also folks who make problematic pieces to help cope with their own trauma. Does that mean they should be canceled too? (On that note: making a piece that holds problematic content does not always mean the person condones it in real life. Fiction is fiction for a reason.)
In the end, I think everyone can have their own opinions, but I would like to say that your opinions do not justify terrible actions. Just because you disagree with something does not justify you bullying someone into deleting one of their works, whether it is art or writing or anything else, I do not think that is justifiable. Harassing someone or calling people to harass them is not right either.
*If you did disagree with it, why not message the author about it instead of making accusatory posts? Even when done with good intentions, all it does is cause harm when it's practically inviting people to go harass someone over a fanfiction. A very mild fanfiction at that.
If you disagree with a piece, cool. That's your opinion. Just don't interact with it then. Block that creator or that tag or whatever it is that led you there. Or if you're curious, ask that creator.
Also, to reiterate, in my opinion, fiction is still just fiction. Especially when it's a fanfiction about a fictional character. Yes, his canon lore exists, but people can use that basis in fanfiction, something that will inherently warp canon because we are not the original writers and can not capture him in the exact way he was created. In case that doesn't make sense: Fanfiction does not have to comply with the original lore. Also since some of you seem to be forgetting: fiction does not mirror real life.
If you are truly that concerned over sensitive topics like that, directing that energy towards projects that involve such topics in real life would be much better than attacking people on the internet.
Hello, I'm Creation's Abyss. My name is just mainly an inside joke so feel free to make up different nicknames. I use any pronouns and I'm over 18 but I have not experienced a midlife crisis (yet).
I don't tend to stay in a fandom, I just bounce around to whatever catches my eye. I write mainly poetry though I am branching into snippets, and the occasional character/fandom analysis. I do take requests.
I'm a flexible writer so my work can range from fluff/comfort to gore/angst to NSFW. Anyone (including minors) that are uncomfortable with any of these topics, feel free to block the corresponding tag along with any other tags you deem necessary, though it's unlikely to ever get truly explicit, better safe than sorry. My blog is pretty safe to read other than that. I don't really have a DNI list mainly because I can't control what people can and can not do but I am warning you here to use your best reasoning. If you choose to read on regardless of my warning then I bear no further responsibility. (I'm fine with everyone and anyone interacting and existing in my blog otherwise. And in case it wasn't implied, I'll state it explicitly now: I don't condone any parts of my 'dark' work irl. Please don't try recreating any yandere/dark/unhealthy subjects and acts that may appear in my work.)
This has become my main blog, mostly because I don't do anything on the formerly main one. I forget to post very often.
I doubt I'll ever be "closing" my requests so ask away though because I'm not particularly active, you might end up waiting a bit. If you're alright with that, feel free to stick around and chat.
There are very few things I won't write for but a lot of things will depend on context and the list can be a little fluid because there are some days where I won't be able to write for certain things and some days I will. You can always ask if you're unsure.
Also be a decent person to other people. I don't really want to block anyone but if you're incapable of decency then you aren't welcome here.
Don't use my work without permission or credit but other than that, go wild.
This blog, and my main should you stumble upon it, is a haven and a home for myself and for any who wish to stay. Your racial identity, gender identity, sexual identity, and whatever else you feel hunted for, doesn't matter to me. Everyone is welcome here and I'll shelter you for as long as you want. Feel free to ramble about anything you want, I won't judge and if you're too nervous to interact, that's fine too. I appreciate your presence here no matter how long or short you stay.
Welcome to my sanctuary, please stay as long as you like.
umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it
@sagau-my-beloved, here it is! I tried to send it through an ask and failed. I got an error message instead? So I'm tagging through a post instead.
Where lightning ceases
The earth shall guard
Where geo can not follow
The wind shall accompany
It is a faithful companion
That tells of stories and songs
From places and times long past
By your side he forms
Cheerful and bright
Loving and sweet
Though it seems honey thick
Desperate and latching
Your presence is like water
A substance they cannot live without
Or perhaps pooling blood
That seeps into every crack
Sealing it tight
Leaving an aftertaste
That reeks of addiction
Perhaps you'd think it of a warning
Were it not so innocent
His joy is infectious
And his charm irresistible
Ignore the danger lurking
He is of no harm to you
A tamed pet for your eyes alone
Enrapture his gaze
And direct his blade
Change how the winds should blow
And he shall bend to your command
He is yours
So won't you be kind?
Even those who stand the trial of time
Can be even more frail than those who fall
Cherish his heart
And the world is yours
word count: 2.4K content warnings: i think this one works better without too specific warnings, but general content warning for heavy yandere content and everything that comes with that, including kidnapping, torture, explicit physical abuse, drugging and so on. ← NOT kidding please heed the warnings
a/n: wanted to try something a different style since i think my dialogue could use some improvement. so this is 100% dialogue and is meant to read like a dialogue script!
Ah, y-you're back… You're… finally back…
…Paid? You got… paid? Did you… are you selling me off to someone else? O-oh, you mean my ransom finally got paid… by my family…
Right, you did mention that…
…
…You're not going to hit me for disobeying you, or forgetting? N-no? Because you're… not that cruel?
Wait, does that mean that. That when you ripped off my nails o-on camera, it wasn't so you could… so you could rewatch the recording and enjoy my pathetic crying and wailing? O-oh… I see…
I… I guess that does make more sense. I mean, who would… who would want to record something like that for their own sick pleasure, right?
Hii— I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you! Of course it's—of course it's fine if you want to record something like that for yourself! Someone like me has no right to com—
Ah, a joke…
Of course I'm relieved. I'm just…
…
I'm not used to you not digging your nails into my cheeks every time I dare look away from you…
And, um, well. This doesn't. It doesn't feel real, you know? It's been five months since you, uh, p-placed me in… well, kidnapped me. B-being free again sound so… surreal…
This isn't… some sick joke, right? It's really not? You promise?
I-I'm glad. …Thank you.
…Huh? There's something seriously wrong with me if I thank you after everything you've done to me? W-well! You know!
…I don't sound very thankful? That's, um…
…
…Do you want me to get knees and kiss your shoes? You'd need to unbind me for that th—No! Of course I'm kidding! I'm—
O-oh, you're really… you're really doing it, you're really unbinding me. I, wow…
You must really trust me…
W-well, yeah, of course the handcuffs were really uncomfortable. You only ever let me out of them when you were, were t-tortu… I can't say it.
The… huh? No, rubbing them this harshly won't just make the scarring worse, l-like you're, um, saying. W-wait, please don't thro—ow!
Oh, this is… disinfectant…
Um, well, for all I know you could've put some cleaning product in here like the last time you… Even if you're insisting it safe because the ran… Right, the ransom got paid. I'm free now…
N-no! I'll use it, I'll use it! You're way too close!
Even if you put something else in here again, or it's really disinfectant and you're going to beat me again for using it because this really is just your idea of entertainment… I'll use it. You did give it to me, after all.
…Only on my wrists? Okay, only on my wrists…
…
So, uh, when's the exchange date? Or time? You're not usually this chatty. Normally you just dump food on the floor in front of me, or whip out the camera and then, well…
…Today? In… in a couple of hours? Oh… you're really early then?
You want me to… you want me to get cleaned up first? Y-you mean, in your bathroom? I'll get to… use your products? R-really?
Yeah, I'm… really happy to be clean again… I seem happier now than when you told me I'm to be free?
Well, it's just. It's just sinking in that this is for real now…
And the drive should be pretty far away from… I mean, what would I know. I was out cold for that. I just assumed… It would be kind of stupid to kidnap and hold someone close to where they live, right? You'd want to be a distance away and not get caught… right?
OW!
Ow, that really hurt! You didn't need to twist my arm like th—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't calling you stupid, I was complimenting y—ah!
You're pulling… holy shit, you're pulling my hair really hard. I won't run, so you don't have to—hng! I'm—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to backtalk.
…I knew it.
You said, earlier, earlier you said you weren't that cruel, but you really do enjoy my tea—I mean, you really do enjoy hurting me.
Ah! Don't shove me that hard, you—
Because we've… arrived? At the—wait, wait, wait but you said that was still a couple hours away? You—oh, your… your bathroom…
Y-yeah, of course I knew that. I was just…
…
The bath looks really warm… Is it really okay for me to—I should just get in already and stop wasting your time? Y-yeah, um… sorry…
—H!
You made this scalding hot on purpose, didn't you?
N-no, I'm not complaining. I'll take it, I'll take it… This is better than no bath, s-so…
…I should put my hands out? Okay…
Is this your—your bath soap?
…
…I'm! It just feels really nice to smell something so mundane again…
No, wait, wait, I'll use it! I'll stop wasting your time, please don't take it away!
…I should… I should be thankful because I finally get to clean myself?
R-right… Um, t… thank you very much…
—H-huh? I should kiss your feet to r-really prove it l-like I offered to earlier?
That's… that's so… I'll—Okay, I'll do it..
Oh it was a, it was just a joke… I'm not eager! This is just—Of course you'll hurt me less if I do as you say, even if it's—
Even if it's something like this…
…
It's… it's already time to get out?
Um, right…
…
Actually, um, could I… could I stay a couple more minutes? I just… This is my first bath in so long, I don't want it to end…
OW! You really don't have to pull on my hair every time I—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't—
Wh… what are you… doing with those scissors?
If I… if I misbehave again you're going to… No, no, nonono I'm sorry! Please, please, don't—I'll behave, just don't—Please! I'm really sorry, I don't, I won't—
Aah…
Okay, thank you, I'm sorry, thank you…
…
A-ah? Change into this? You even… you not only let me use your bathroom, you even got me new clothes…
Y-yes! Thank you! I'm sorry! I'll—
Eek!—I'll be quiet now. I'm sorry.
…
S-stick out my hands again? Okay…
…Handcuffs again? No, no of course I don't mind! It's okay! Please don't get mad…
Y-you're not? Okay…
…I talk a lot? Um, I think… Maybe, I'm just kind of lonely…
You, uh, you have been my only social contact for five months now…
Or, um, roughly five months now. I'm assuming. It's kind of hard to tell how much time has passed when you've been stuck in a basement for so long.
I just…
…
I'm not—I'm not just stalling for time!
It's just… Are you, are you sure this isn't some messed up joke? You're not dangling this hope in front of me just to take it away?
This would… this would be a good time to reveal that.
…No? My family really paid the entire amount?
…They've never really… cared about me, so it's kind of surprising… Honestly, when you first mentioned it, I thought you were joking. I mean, it's true they have the money…
I'm their son, so it's only natural? Well, yeah, I guess, but…
It's… That's cruel of you to say. You had to have known what our relationship was like before you…
…Anyway, this joke isn't funny anymore. Please take me back to the basement now.
…
…It really isn't. You've done it, you've completely dashed my hopes. I hope you're happy now. I… I'm never getting out of here, I know that, okay?
It's… really cruel of you to toy with me like that.
So just… just take me back.
That's what the handcuffs are for, too, right?
…
…No?
No, you're really just going to throw me away like this?
Actually, I… when you approached me that night and told me to get into your car or else, I didn't know what to do. It made me so, so happy when I realised you must've planned this months in advance.
To think you were spending that much time thinking about me…
I was so, so certain you were finally getting revenge on me…
…Yeah. I thought… I'd been stalking you for two years, and even before that—so I thought… I thought that you'd taken me home to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson.
The last couple of months have been the happiest in my life. It's like… I was in heaven.
I mean, getting tortured in real life is a totally different ballpark than fantasising about it, that's true, but! But! Even if it was just painful, I wouldn't mind, because it's you! I could never hate or dislike anything you do to me!
You're backing away, but I promise you don't have anything to fear! Even if you go through on your promise, I don't mind! I won't struggle.
I belong to you, so anything you do is justified! You have that right!
But seeing your expression, you really didn't know about any of that…
I thought—I thought!
I thought maybe for once I was something special to someone, even if you did just hate me! I thought that with hard work and a lot of time, maybe I could be someone special to you in more ways than just the toy you keep in your basement!
I thought that…
…I guess it makes sense that you just remembered me as that rich loser you shared a class with once. But I…
…
…Why don't you just keep me in your basement again?
You wouldn't even need to keep me in handcuffs; I'd never run away! Or—or, of course, you could keep me bound the entire time, if that would make you feel more at ease!
You can… you can keep doing whatever you want to me! At any time! I won't struggle anymore! I'll cry and look cute and pitiful and pretty and whatever else you want me to!
You don't need to feed me regularly, or at all, or—Please don't back away…
I actually… I actually really like it when you pull on my hair!
I… I really love looking at my reflection in the mirror you left up in the basement, because I get to see the permanent marks you left on my face, like when you broke my nose three weeks into being home with you!
My favourite is probably when you coo at me and call me cute and condescendingly wipe away my tears—it always seemed to please you when I cried even harder… Even if—even if that was just an act, you seemed to be having fun!
And—and you really liked forcing me to look directly into the camera and.. and making me degrade myself, and repeat all those embarrassing lines, and—
What about that time you suggested getting me a shock collar? Or, or what about all those times you threatened to carve your name into my skin so I'd be ruined for everyone who came after you? You were joking but, but you seemed really into the idea! We could do that!
Am I talking too much again? You can tape up my mouth if you want, or break my arm for scaring you, or for being so arrogant, or—
Don't you—don't you want that to continue?
Nothing has to change!
Just throw me into that chair and lock the door and don't give me anything to eat for a week in punishment and raise my price and things can go back to the way they were! Or however way you want them to be!
Ack—Y-you're really pulling again, I can feel your nails really digging into my scalp—No, that's not a complaint!
I'll be good! I'll do anything! Anything—just please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't throw me away!
Pl—
…Really?
You'll do it? You will?
Thank you!
Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthank—
Mgh! I'm sorry, I'll be quiet now.
…Do you… do you want me to kiss your feet? Hehe, of course I'd be happy t—
Nngh! You're pulling my hair really hard…
You should… you should lead me around your house more like this. I have to bend at such an awkward angle when you pull like this…
Ah! Right, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good.
…
…Um.
We… just passed the basement?
…
…Why are you… unlocking the front door?
…Hey?
…
…Um, um that's the—that's your car. Why are you—
Aah! Wait, no, even if you shove me into your—You're just—You lied to me!
No—wait—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad and accuse you of anything! Please, don't throw me away! I'll be good! I can—I can be useful!
I'm obviously already yours, but I could really b—
Stop, wait, don't close the car door! I'll—UGH!
Ow, you really… you really hit my stomach hard…
…That's what I get for not cooperating? I'm sorry…
…
Nngh…
…
W-wait, don't start driving, I—ow—Wait! Don't you want this too?
I know it wasn't just my imagination! You—hng—you enjoyed this too, didn't you? You insist you're not like that, but you actually really like having someone at your mercy, d-don't you?
I can be that for you! You don't—you don't have to do this! I'd be really happy like this, so won't it work out for both of us if you—
You can, you can, keep extorting my parents for larger and larger sums of money! I know they've set aside a fund for my inheritance—even if it's smaller than my brothers', it's still enough for you to live a comfortable life! And then I can stay with you forever, so…
Aren't I talking too much again? Aren't you… going to punish me for this? I know you want to.
So won't you—Ahh, you really kicked me hard—Won't you please recon…
…Why are you stopping? Y-yeah, this place is pretty remote, but we're in the middle of the road… W-wouldn't it be better to turn arou—
Wait, no, nononononononono please don't bring out the chloroform, wait, please, don't throw me away like this, I can be good, wait wait no wait, please—
Please don't leave me like this!
@chococolte. I appear to be having issues with sending asks so I hope this format is alright. As you can tell, by the amount of poetry I've made, I am still very much enjoying your work.
Devoted followers
Shielded by steadfast earth
Cloaked by wandering winds
Guided by mournful lightning
Warded by boundless flora
Draped in shimmering ice
Crowned in flickering flames
Guarded in elegant dew
It is for their Holiness
That they unite
If their Grace demanded for their death
To rip open their chest
And hand deliver their heart
They would without hesitation
Displayed as glorious offerings
Nothing would please them more
Than the act of pleasing their God would be
If they were ordered to bare their soul
To let their Deity into their body
And puppet their every move
They would scramble to be the first
To be honored as a vessel
They would never deny their Creator
Their belongings
Their home
Their people
Nothing mattered
Not if their Beloved called for it
The Exalted One above all
Who were they to defy your will
When even the slightest praise
Fulfilled the very purpose
For which they were born for
Perhaps it is true
That they've fallen from grace
But they could never really care
Not when their Honored One holds them so
Blessing them with tender love
And keeping them ever close
Starshine glimmer in dark oceans, the flicker of familiarity that truly made no sense yet still persistently existed. He does not linger on the memories he knows are not his, and yet they surface in his mind time and time again. He tips his head, bowing his head in submission as he is pressed onto satin sheets. He does not understand the ramifications of his remembrance, but he falls back into its embrace, willingly drinking from the truth that only he knows. He moans your name, gratitude lacing his every word and love flowing in his veins. Breathless whines and keening whimpers at the feeling of butterfly kisses across his skin, his eyes glazing in ecstasy. His mind falls, pleading and sobbing into quicksand, drowning in the memories that are not his, and yet they are all the same.
Each person he sees, he knows, is him, and yet he can not fathom how. For each iteration of his being has you by his side, steadfast and ever loving. His mind and his body wars with the other, pleasure overtaking the confusion blooming in his mind. His breath stutters, catching in his throat as he lets out a quiet but heaving sob. Tears glimmer in his eyes, beading on his eyelashes like the first of morning's dew. And for a moment, his world whites out, silence echoing in his ears like the death knell that he remembers hearing but never experiencing. When he comes to, he waits for a moment to catch his breath, and he smiles up at you. Wistful and longing and far too knowing.
The one who survives in the face of time and the tides of the seasons, and the one who lives and dies and lives again, to be mortal and not. They are doomed to fail, but that is the price of a live that was never meant to be. For eternity, they are sworn, but it is a tale of heartbreak and an ache soul deep.
A small piece inspired by @flokali and their works. I hope you enjoy!
Your presence was a miracle
Every touch was a blessing
Something they surely did not deserve
They were not worthy
Yet you gifted them such precious things
Indulged in their filthy desires
Allowed them so close
Adorned them with such pretty words
It drew them closer to devotion
And deeper into madness
There was nothing they would not do
Should you command them
The countries they swore themselves to
The friends they promised to never betray
It would all burn to ashes
They would stain themselves with blood
Taint their soul with sin
As long as you approved
If you smiled and praised and petted
Then they would be content
Even if the world were to crumble
And no one were to survive
As long as you were happy
There would no greater honor
Than to die in your name
So don't fret too much
Command them as you please
They would want nothing more
Than to be yours and yours alone
The silence hangs heavy as though the guillotine was raised over his own neck at the sight of pooling blues that shine with a gleam of gold. Eyes glazed and unseeing, pinpricks of starshine glow dimming to shadows of the abyss. The world slows down as panic grows, steadily until it all bursts. The first scream brings about a waterfall of regret and fury. He falls to his knees, his hand reaching out as his vision blurs. His soul was being torn apart. He knew he was forsaken. He had not stricken the final blow, but he had allowed it to fall. He was as guilty as the criminals he once sentenced to the dark prisons below the waters.
He couldn't hear the distorted wailing that echoed through the walls or feel rough hands desperately shaking his unresponsive body as he stared at the corpse, no doubtedly ice cold by now, lay quiet and still at his feet. He hears the faint rumble of a storm gathering outside, the world responding to his grief as the rain begins to pour. Mercury silver raindrops puddling on the roads in murky, muddled blues. At last, his heart can not take the guilt, the agony, and he collapses. His only thought to be allowed to never wake, to be free from the guilt and blood of his God staining his hands like the coward he was, to grovel at the feet of his God like the sinner, once beloved, he is.
They could see the stars tonight, bright splatters of light across the shadows of the sky. They don't really know why they decided to come out here, so far from the comfort of their little cottage, but they don't want to return, not yet at least. Wrapped in their cloak, they nestle themselves into the trunk of an old, hollowed out tree as they crane their neck upwards. The stars flicker and blink down at them, almost as if they were waving a hello. A ridiculous thought they don't mind entertaining as they raise their own hand to wave back. Maybe they are a bit of a fool, but they never claimed to be wise in the first place.
This reminds them of dreams they could have sworn they had forgotten, the wisps of names and faces that linger on their tongue even as the memories faded from their mind. They could almost feel the leathery skin underneath their fingertips, the sharp edges of scales too big. The blooming feeling of awe as feather and fur alike curl around their shoulders. Even the whistling winds, rustling through leaves and grass, remind them of the songs they used to sing, the lyrics long forgotten. Not quite unexpectedly, it hurts. Aching something fierce and bold in their chest, that forces tears to well in their eyes. Logically, they know it's silly to cry over something they can barely remember, over something that the world doesn't remember existing. At least, not in this life.
But they don't swallow down the sob that leaves their throat nor wipe away the iridescent tears that fall from their eyes. They don't mind the chill that seeps into their chest as their tears soak through the thin fabric of their shirt, far too busy watching the stars drift across the skies. They think, at first, only distantly, that they can see the twisting shapes of long serpentine bodies and billowing wings. They swear they can hear the timber of voices overlapped, the shadows of all too human bodies that they should know but can't quite remember. They wonder if they can miss people that don't exist.
They wonder if these memories are what drives them away from the people, the connections, of this earth. Star child, they remember their grandmother whispering to them in the late hours of the night. You are loved, they remember her murmuring to them every day from then on. They remember clinging to her feeble form as she spun tales of mystical beasts and stories of man made gods. Rivers to a lake, spiraling into the deep caverns underneath, hoarding knowledge underneath their silence. They wonder if there was some truth to her tales after all.
Star child, that name, title they suppose, has haunted them throughout their entire life. They wonder if it is why they can taste lightning on their tongue even when the skies are clear, if it is why they can feel the brittle-snap of thunder between their teeth. They wonder if it is why frost cradles their skin even when hearth-warm fire curls in their chest, the duality often leaving them sick and bedridden. Wildfires spark to life, just shy of burning and charring the vulnerable flesh of their heart. That coil around their ribcage and rumble as though the earth was quaking under a cat's quiet purr. All the while, ice forms at the base of their throat, encircling their arms like sharp shackles. They don't mind the chill, even when it hurts to speak. They welcome the frost and the cold, wrapping themselves in snow to stave off the constant heat.
They suppose it is, just like the winds that push for them to wander the world. A wanderlust unseen in their family, where others root themselves into the soil, they take to the skies. Following where the breeze and the gales blow them, the peaks of snow-capped mountains and the depths of oceans. Their body is not meant for travel, frail from the war that wages inside them. But it's not as if they could stop. They ache for the road, to chase after the stars as if they could someday reach up to pluck them from the skies. Their only real companion over the years, the feel of coiled bodies in the palm of their hand and the sound of an echoing roar in their ears.
Sometimes, they still expect a tail to curl itself around their legs even though the creature that tail is connected to only resides in their dreams. They still turn and expect to see the divine tipped claws of monsters, to have to tip their head back to speak to looming shadows of those they should know and still somewhat do, even if they haven't met them yet. Their disappointment when all that greets them is silence and emptiness is often crushing and immeasurable, inconsolable grief that drapes across their shoulders like a dark veil. Those days, they spend their time inside, away from the sun and the stars, away from the gaze of the people that stare and stare. They spend those days painting and writing, over and over, trying to capture the faces and forms of their companions they so desperately want to remember.
But it never looks quite right. Something is always wrong, always off. Failure is a bitter thing to swallow, it tastes of bile and blood and tainted honor. It is the shattering of pride, the sting of human hubris that leads them to bury their half written journals and messily sketched paintings. It is what forces them to grip the few pieces of their memories close, cradling their dreams like the most precious of treasures. Long fluttering scarves and cloaks, flowing fabrics that hide the invisible pouches of chiming bells and glimmering scales. Though they carry little on their journey, they can't help but feel an anchor's weight on their shoulders, Atlas heavy. A worthwhile price for the imaginary companions that drive away the loneliness, even if they do still want to feel the steady heartbeat underneath their hands.
Star child, they muse to themselves, it grows more fitting by the year. Stardust in their veins and the world at their fingertips, it is only a matter of time before they will be cradled in the careful coils of their once lost companions, one way or another.
@n0tamused
Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.
Desperation
You remember it well
How it sparked your blood
And got it to run
How it tasted of bitter and tang
Much like the sting of blood
You remember how it kept you alive
Made your nerves so sensitive
It prickled with every breeze
Every slight disturbance
How it kept your sleep light
And your dreams even lighter
Even now as you watch
The archons who adorn your body
With the most precious of gems
And the rarest of treasures
They who once tried to shed your blood
To water their blade
You see the warriors of each nation
Who tried to rend your soul from your body
Attend your every need
Degrading themselves as objects
As lesser than human
To try and exalt you higher
You feel more than you hear
As you watch once beloved characters
Stain themselves with sin
Desperation of their own
Rising to the surface
Their desperation is monstrous
Predator to prey
Your own desperation has not waned
It has only grown
Writhing under your skin
Fueled by fine jewelry
Silken clothes
And bloodstained manic smiles
Your forgiveness is not sincere
It is learned
Through a lifetime of pain
Of a death so vivid
You're desperate to stay alive
You are willing to do anything
But what once kept you safe
Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow
You already know this
Alarm bells ringing
With every minute move
But it's far too late
You're stuck in puppet motions
That are to never cease
Until the life drains from your eyes
Desperation made you learn to survive
And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you
| Serial fandom hopper | Poetry and snippets | Vicenarian (20s) |
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