#irisdescent

[atardecer-en-abril]

Atrapado en la complejidad de mis pensamientos, no me di cuenta del rumbo que habían tomado mis pies. Quisiera decir que estaba perdido, pero cuando alcé la vista reconocí aquel lugar que solíamos frecuentar en las citas secretas y nocturnas.

Suspiré. No había nada que podía hacer parado al inicio de ese callejón, más que entrar al café donde compartimos la vida.

El corazón se me oprimió en el pecho, pero caminé con valor y atravesé el umbral de la puerta, escuchando la campanilla anunciar al barista mi llegada. El hombre me sonrió, pero su sonrisa no se sentía cálida como en noches pasadas, estaba seca, sombría, como si ese desconocido pudiera ver la pesadez que me carcomía el alma.

Pedí lo de siempre, incapaz de atreverme a probar algo nuevo, y esperé pacientemente mientras escuchaba conversar a un par de parejas a mi alrededor. Ese café era bien conocido por ello, pues el ambiente hogareño y la amabilidad de su personal, te hacían sentir cómodo, tranquilo y feliz. Era un ambiente ideal para que los enamorados prometieran amor eterno a la luz de la luna. Tal como en algún momento te juré al oído.

La soledad me acechó de inmediato. Hoy no estaba esperando que tus ojitos castaños me miraran con cariño, ni vería una sonrisa amplia seguida de una disculpa por haber tardado en llegar. No había un motivo que me mantuviera pendiente de la puerta, pero mis ojos no se despegaron de ahí. Inconscientemente, tenía la ilusión de volver a ver tu sonrisa y tu largo cabello bailar al compás del viento.

Evadiendo mi realidad, me permití vivir en un ensueño. Entrabas por la puerta unos minutos más tarde. Tu lacio cabello caía grácil sobre tus hombros desnudos, pues el vestido de mezclilla que llevabas estaba descubierto. "Te encontré, mi cielo. Adivina a quién me encontré. ¿Recuerdas a la ch-" Escuchar tu voz y ver esos preciosos labios rosas pronunciando un recital que sólo estaba destinado para que yo lo escuchara, me hizo perder la cabeza.

Te observé en silencio, repasando cada detalle de tu rostro y el cabello que en un gesto atrevido cubría tu mejilla y parte de tu ojo. No podía pronunciar palabra alguna. La imagen se veía tan real, tan nítida, además estaba seguro de que eso no había pasado jamás. Tal vez me volví loco, me reclamé.

Al no obtener una respuesta de mi parte, tu expresión alegre empezó a perder su brillo y quise hacer algo para remediarlo. Me estiré lo suficiente para alcanzar tu cabello y acomodarlo detrás de tu oreja, acaricié tu mejilla y fijé la mirada en esos preciosos ojos castaños. Perdido entre la realidad y la fantasía, acorté la distancia entre nosotros, rocé mis labios contra los tuyos y...

"Aquí tiene su orden, joven."

Parpadee. Observé al frente sin dar crédito de lo que acababa de pasar, luego miré al hombre que tantas veces nos había atendido antes; el mismo al que le habías presumido con una sonrisa enorme el anillo que acababa de entregarte; no era el más caro o elegante, pero ese día lo luciste como si fuera un gran diamante. Me miró por unos segundos que se sintieron eternos y finalmente me mostró una pequeña sonrisa. Antes de irse palmeó mi hombro un par de veces.

Entonces lo entendí. No importaba en qué parte del mundo me escondiera, tu recuerdo y el fantasma de la vida que pasamos juntos era algo de lo que jamás me podría ocultar, estabas pegada a mí, adherida a mi alma y a mi corazón. Y ni el café, ni una noche solitaria, serían capaces de desvanecer el dolor que llevaba por dentro.

[bluecapsicum]

[probably-insane-writer]

I NEED AN ICELANDIC SPEAKER TO HELP ME WITH PRONUNCIATION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ITS FOR MY WRITING HALP

[chromaticmemories]

[moonsglare]

“your kitten is awake.”

your words are grumbled into your pillow, but with the way you feel the spiderweb of threads on your back quiver, you know your dear goldweaver has heard you. beyond the cocoon of your bed you can distinctly hear a little creature sneaking about—of chests being opened and couch cushions being rifled through.

“she needs enrichment,” comes the melodic, dry reply from your lover, the picture of golden elegance even in sleep, her all-seeing eyes shut, delicate lashes brushing the apple of her cheeks. “she will tire out eventually.”

“mm, after she has plundered all your wealth, perhaps,” you retort, shifting under silken sheets to gather her into your arms, slotting your face in the crook of where her neck meets her shoulder. she smells of rosewater and fresh laundry, the scent as delicate as every other little thing about her.

a sleep-touched laugh slips from her lips at that, as her hands find the smooth plane of your back. a kiss is pressed to your temple, soft as the brush of a butterfly’s wings. “if that is the case, then i shall simply weave us all more wealth.”

“you’re already overworked,” you counter with a soft sigh. “a little discipline is good for kittens, you know.”

aglaea’s hands find your face, and she draws back to meet your eyes. gold and irisdescent green, like the emerald leaves upon the boughs in the grove you once came from, peer into you as if examining your very soul. something in your chest—perhaps heart, perhaps coreflame—trembles at the touch, like a thread pull taut.

“so is a little love,” she says softly, and you know this battle is lost. for all of an orator you are at the grove, in this debate under rose-scented sheets, in a home draped in gold thread, your words fail. this is the great irrationality, that which exceeds the calculus of the universe; this, is love, and you are but a powerless butterfly carried upon a warm west wind.

“oh, alright,” you sigh eventually, smiling wryly. “but do not blame me if she ends up ripping your curtains trying to get to the—“

just then, you both hear the characteristic sound of fabric being shredded, and it is aglaea’s turn to sigh now. you simply chuckle, and release your beloved goldweaver from your grasp as she rises from the bed like the brilliant, aureate sun, and you wish in your heart that the dusk might never come.

irrational, the coreflame in your chest whispers, carried by the lightness of mirth.

in love, your own mortal heart corrects.

this time, there is no divine rebuttal. only the sounds of a waking home, unfurling from the chrysalis of sleep to greet the rosy-fingered dawn.

[eyestrain-addict]

There's something very funny to me about how a lot of the Eldritch gods written by HPL (and his friends) are drawn/depicted as octopus monsters when he only describes certain monsters that way. I think this may be because sometimes in his writing HPL will use very big, bordering superfluous words to add to the sorta mysticism of it, even when the meanings of those words aren't exactly what one imagines when picturing an unknownable horror. So when you use big words let's be real some people are too embarrassed to just look up the meanings of words if they're unsure, which ends up with depictions that don't match descriptions

Probably the best example I can give comes from the HPL Wiki itself.

This is the MAIN image used for Yog'Sothoth on the wiki (and no disrespect to the original artist)

And then, literally in one of the first paragraphs of it's entry it gives a description, and the source of the quote, which I will now copy here.

"Imagination called up the shocking form of fabulous Yog-Sothoth—only a congeries of iridescent globes, yet stupendous in its malign suggestiveness."

'Congeries' is defined as "A disorderly collection; a jumble."

'Globes' are spheres.

'Irisdescent' is a 'color' similar to opalescent

Therefore, according to this quote from Lovecraft himself, we can assume Yog'Sothoths true form is the image below.

Behold. Yog'Sothoth.

[bebemoon]

a look with jimmy choo's 'luna' loafers, requested by anonymous .

heaven by marc jacobs off-shoulder gathered cut-out dress in dark green

miu miu crystal spiral choker w/ logo + anna sui "beetle shell 2o9" irisdescent nail polish + 9o's zigzag teeth headband

jimmy choo "luna" black iridescent/holo platform heel loafer w/ sailor moon character "luna" face detail on front

d.s. & dura "steamed rainbow" eau de parfum

blumarine green faux-fur shoulder bag w/ crystal logo

[lorittas]

　　　　　　❤︎　wonyoung/iris　usern♡⃝mes　❤︎

　♡ wonyouniverse 　 　　 ♡ wonyuus 　 　　 ♡ gnuoynow

　♡ irisdescences 　 　　 ♡ iriseds 　 　　　 ♡ irisism

　♡ wonyiris 　 　　 　　 ♡ irisilk　 　　 　 ♡ wonyris

[magister-cyran]

Well well well. I see, you've got snakes? Care to tell us some more about them, perhaps? :)

With pleasure. Come.

*Cyran leads his guest into the other corner of his study. They watch into a large serpentarium that reaches deep into the bookshelf and wall itself. As they try to catch a glimpse of the snake, Cyran begins to explain*

I have two snakes at the moment: Cynthia and Thorne. Thorne is a smaller mangrove snake - his serpentarium inside my private chamber.

But here we have Cynthia, a python from Mauler territory. She is a big beauty but harmless. She is of brown colour with a dark pattern all over her body. She blends in perfectly, does she not. Ah - hold on, there she is. There, on the right side, just underneath the leaves...

*Cyran steps aside to allow his guest to find her for themselves*

If you could see her up close you could admire her true beauty. Her scales have a mesmerizing irisdescent appearance, you see.

I have had her for years, witnessing her impressive growth to now 3.4 meters. Oh, she allows me to handle her when needed, but it is wiser now to move her surroundings when unoccupied rather than this queen herself.

*Cyran chuckles gently as he seems to remember one such moment in the past*

[atardecer-en-abril]

Invierno.

En el baúl de los recuerdos que estaba escondido en el ático, encontré fragmentos de mi vida cubiertos de polvo y oscuridad.

Entre las páginas, vi cambiar las estaciones, las flores murieron igual que mis sueños e ilusiones dando paso a un pesado invierno.

Congelé el tiempo un momento y sostuve entre mis manos lo que la vida me robó, anhelando que en algún momento regresara.

Sostuviste el mundo en una mano mientras la otra estaba en mi cintura, tu mirada reflejaba una galaxia que quería explorar.

En su defecto, se convirtió en un enigma que no fui capaz de resolver, no vi las tormentas en tus ojos, ni las pude detener.

El invierno golpeó nuestra puerta, dando paso a que un frío gélido se instalara en la casa donde la primavera parecía eterna.

Lo que prometimos duraría toda la vida, fue fugaz, como una estrella en el cielo, preciosa, distante, pero nunca eterna.

Sigo aquí en la casa que nos vio crecer, el eco de tu risa se oye en los pasillos, tu presencia aún se siente en la habitación, trayéndome los recuerdos de la vida que perdí y nunca podrá regresar a mí. No en esta vida.

[dkt3closet]

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[probably-insane-writer]

So uh characters and their gender ids and sexualities cuz why not

Kvold: cismale/masc (he/him but doesn't care too much), demiromantic/demisexual (any sexual attraction comes more from established romantic attraction)

Autumn: transfemme/female (explicitly she/her), aroace (sex-positive, she's a bit of a sucker for romance but only as a bystander)

Hroka: cismale (explicit he/him), aroace (sex-repulsed.)

Rakkaus: cismale (he/him), demiromantic? monoromantic (like only attracted to one person)? heterosexual??? not really though, more demisexual?? (it's a whole thing with him, devotion or whatever)

Yksin: femme/cisfemale (she/her, maybe they? kinda NB? kinda doesn't care just don't call her by he/him), strongly lesbian

Rokkri: cisfemale, demiromantic/heterosexual (she has a rather specfic type tho, so she may as well be considered demisexual)

Me, because why not: cismale (i hate being called a man tho, screw men), demitomantic kinda, demisexual kinda, but hetero in both, like not even omni cuz... men? seriously? you could have a woman instead (I say kinda for both because... like... *shrug*. frankly I'm more mono, like Rakkaus, but aha... uhm. whatever.)

[sunnyvicky]

Image ID:

Image 1: A close-up photo of irisdescent, colourful spill of oil on asphalt.

Image 2: Another spill of oil on asphalt in the same colours, but this time more zoomed out to show a round, halo-like spill.

Image 3: Tumblr tags reading "#you did her name is earth."

End ID

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

[kendrixtermina]

(the sublime sensowunder of the aleph-null dimensional manifold)

Where do I even begin to describe…?

I cannot look my fill,

Even as it burns in my eyes

Even as my parched, sore corneas

bake in the salt of my weeping,

encrusted in radiance -

There is so, so much.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Tower of Babel,

skewering heaven,

starry walls of the world now folding themselves open,

supreme blackness glimpsed through the cracks in the sky,

ever waiting there, for us,

to be seen.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Beach of spacetime,

laid out before us,

sitting there for a brief picnic at the edge forever,

gazing down at being,

observing the earth as it turns, irisdescent and triumphant,

celestial temple coated with marbles divine

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Vault of Mind-Dome,

with which one does conceive.

Universe within, realm of dreams,

wise vaunted registrar of the skies,

decoder of lights and sparklings,

of unexplained inconsistencies.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Ship of Heavens, sailing forward

broaching the very most virgin and blackest of seas

to be covered once in cities, and city-cowered planetoids

singing portals and bendings of the possible

vessels of trees, flesh and eternity,

garded-bubbles to be hung.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Voidic Ocean, spheres of dyson,

constructs both possible and not

what space of being that minds might not yet conjure up?

Minds of silicon or flesh,

dreams both virtual and magic,

gates both metal and stone

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Fractal Forest,

the unraveling of laws,

unpuzzeling of pieces

the mapping and comprehending,

silent conquest from within the scholar’s study,

the sword that conquers only by the naked might of truth

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Astronaunt’s Triumph,

starman’s awakening,

dreamer’s gap, in which to find

one’s eternity beneath the floorboards

endless dancing dice-rolls of possible and not,

long-running, moving-pattern in the leisure-game of life

Where do I even begin to describe…?

All the things hang together.

I wouldn’t even know where to start picking it apart into something comprehensible.

[brckensocietyarch]

okay peeps, i’m going to start working on drafts tomorrow, i’ll be slowly working through them, probably queueing most. i appreciate everyone's patience but because i’m finally actually doing replies i’ve gaged some that i’ve lost muse for. like always, if your threads are dropped please don’t take offence, i’m always open to starting new threads, even with the same muses but my brain just isn’t connecting with the current threads rn. dropped thread list below:

@luriddaze - velvet&chase, diesel&josslyn

@vvhimsicals - blake&halle, jett&trsitan

@mccntower - paxton&ayla, vixen&devan, dustin macher&annalise, absinthe&chad, diesel&serenity, chloe becker&jett, maison&irisdescent, darby prescott&finn

[stampwithtami]

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