#screaming sappho

[screamingsappho]

A Mercy Kill, A Last Meal

They always focus on the loss,

say I killed the girl my mother gave birth to.

They never listen when I tell them, no.

I didn't just take her life. I ate her.

She came to me, broken heart in hand,

and begged for death, to be devoured,

transformed into something that loved itself,

though it made my mother weep.

[defiledtomb]

Sanpha, watch over us (An Ida x F!Leith short)

this was written as a challenge, under an hour.

Their paths had crossed again on a day when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the moon reigned over the sky, casting its pale glow on the world below; on the world that Ida had come to know to mean more than rocks and trees, now including the slope of a nose and the curve of a hip. Lady Leith, lost in her thoughts, found herself seeking refuge beneath an ancient willow, a sacred space where the presence of love was ever palpable for the inhabitants of Riven, who sought such things in the face of everything horrid. Summer was fading now, the chill of the breeze enveloping the hesitance that lived within them both. Here, Ida watched as Leith ran fingers over her lips, contemplating. It had been only a month since they parted on that mission, where everything went wrong and blood had colored their clothes with rust and stain, and yet the kiss they had shared in the face of death had washed it all away.

Would she remember? Was it nothing to her?

Would nothing change?

It was there, beneath the weighing branches, that Leith's eyes met Ida’s again, and it was as if time stood still, and the universe conspired to bring their hearts together, yanking, violently, refusing to settle for a hazed dream behind closed eyes.

In that moment, the weight of their yearning pressed against their chests, like the longing for a season that had yet to arrive.

"Your cherry blossom lips, dewed with the honey I fed to you beneath the tombs of Oakweth,” Ida let her voice float on a cold wind, tender and tentative, “away from the pressures of what yesterday had wrought. How I miss the taste of them." Ida smiled as she approached, hiding her trembling hands with a voice as delicate as the branches that she pushed aside to venture closer.

Leith laughed, her heart caught in her chest. “Your poems had a way of making me… survive.”

“So I hoped. I couldn’t imagine a world-”

“We lived.”

“We did.” And as Ida stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Leith’s cheek, a surge of energy coursed through their veins, igniting a flame that could not be extinguished.

"Lady Leith, my persimmon. I yearn for autumn in your arms," Ida confessed, half poem, whole truth, her voice trembling with raw desire. “Have me to hold, as I will with you. For whatever time we have, for forever; for now."

In that moment, beneath the sacred tree, their lips met once more, sealing their vows in a violent kiss that trancendended any spoken or written word. Their love, forged in the crucible of yearning, would endure, unyielding and steadfast, like the ancient goddess of union who presided over their love.

[columbina4eva]

In my head, that is on that couch in the office behind the mps, you’re my boyfriend, and I can taste the burnt cigarettes on your lips, and still love you the same.

Cigarette kissing wouldn’t make my lips feel so far from yours.

We’d smoke and talk about life, and girl troubles, and boy troubles, and look to each other, not with our eyes, but with the window that peeps into the heart, and think “No one can truly compete with you.”

Or at least, you’d look at me like that.

Because for as long as I can remember your face, I remember feeling like that.

-Excerpt from untitled by Columbina4Eva

[rules-have-been-broken]

HAGANAI FAN?????? IN THE TUMBLR WILDS????? ESPECIALLY FOR YOZOSENA?????? THANK YOU ILY HAVE A NICE DAY PERSON!!!!!!!!!!! - sappho-knight / sena was definitely thinking about yozora 100% no cap

omg YES ☞☜ i brave the haganai tags for my autistic lesbians, they’re all wacky in that show i love them

[rosaacicularis]

someone stop me before i make more connections between scarian and sappho’s poetry

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I JUST GOT THIS

AND IT COMES WITH DRAWINGS

[sapphorarelyreads]

Khun Chai ep 15

LESSSGOOOOOOO

[straightupgayaf]

A choking feeling.

A heavy weight.

A lingering flower,

Sweet but fatal.

In damp grounds,

It grows tall.

A high lighting,

A thin slate.

A growing power,

Fleeting with faith.

Leaves behind frowns

For this one and all.

A hollow feeling.

A meaningful prate.

A sadness most dour,

Comfortably hated.

Dons on a heavy crown

And holds a melancholic ball.

-straightupgayaf circa 2020

[screamingsappho]

I sit in the chair and take deep breaths,

try to focus on anything but the stinging in my arm

As a baby-faced boy with artist's hands

injects black ink beneath my skin.

I think back to how it felt at ten,

the first time my body felt not like my own,

trying to make my chest flat again

too-small training bra mashing breast against bone.

Then at thirteen, the second betrayal,

blood, and "you're a woman now," and

glittery press-on tattoos, my grandmother's

disapproval, admonishing "your body is a temple."

And then again, at twenty-five,

my genes rising up to kill me slow,

and a life of pills and exhaustion and pain,

just how I saw my grandmother go.

The final insult came from without

when I was thirty-four years old

and men who've never known me said

"lay back and do as you are told."

A woman, a temple, a prison, a vessel,

but it was mine before it was any of these.

My beating heart, my sluggish blood,

my swollen joints and clicking knees.

It carried me, once upon a time,

could leap through the air, could take a fall

and get back up like nothing happened.

I decided to forgive it all

its tresspasses, its many failures,

as long as I'm still breathing.

I've started the process of reclamation

one square inch of skin at a time.

No longer a vessel or a prison!

I ripped out the parts that made me feel confined.

Now far less of a woman than God may have planned,

but he's not my god, so I won't be his temple.

Right now I'm a canvas for an artist's hand.

The brushstrokes hurt, but this pain is simple.

Submitting, for once, to a gentle remaking

so unlike the commandeerings of the past.

the buzz of the needle constant, soothing,

as this boy makes art of the body

that is mine at last.

[skyllion-uwu]

I found out that for Mary, the S in Shazam was originally for Sappho before they decided that would be "questionable" so it was changed to Selene. It was the 40s so that makes sense but also can we take a moment to mourn that we could've had lesbian-coded Mary in a better world

[chthonic-cassandra]

Actually we should say that Cassandra screams outside of language. The scream is to gash the fabric of normal life, to rend it into strange tatters. Then it is open to prophecy. Then Cassandra lives in her own future.

Selby Wynn Schwartz, After Sappho

[i-am-spark]

dang hythlodaeus got that gender

[saintmaudes]

In Aeschylus, Cassandra screams in translation. She is a noble Trojan, now enslaved by the Greeks, and the house she is dragged to is a horror. She stands in the doorway and screams the unspeakable future: the house is lit red with blood, she forsees it, she cries out her own death. Actually we should say that Cassandra screams outside of language. The scream is to gash the fabric of normal life, to rend it into strange tatters. Then it is open to prophecy. Then Cassandra lives in the own future.

—Selby Wynn Schwartz, After Sappho

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Chaggie AU where Vaggie is a member of a holy order devoted to slaying monsters. As part of her becoming a holy knight, she must commune with an Angel to be granted their divine power... only something goes wrong with the ritual, and the being that appears before her is none other than the Princess of Hell.

Lute: “Gay?! She’s supposed to be HOLY!”

Adam: “Yeah, hot.”

Lute: “…let. Me. See. That. SuMMOnINg sCRiPTuRE.”

Adam: “Sure thing dude. Here.”

Lute: “This isn’t a holy rite, this is… WRITINGS OF SAPPHO!”

Adam: "Heh, heathen and homoerotic. WLWhoops?"

-

Charlie: “You should really be more careful next time!"

Vaggie: "Uh."

Charlie: "Lot’s of other demons would be thrilled to get yanked into the mortal world without a circle of binding to hold them- especially by someone as cute as you-

Vaggie: "Excuse me?"

Charlie: "And when I say thrilled, I mean in the blood and guts and screaming kinda way, NOT just in the 'can feel hellfire in my cheeks' kinda way. Safe summoning is important!!”

Vaggie: “Why’re you drawing the circle in yourself, then. With your… claws.”

Charlie: “Because you didn’t?” (dusts fire off her hands) “Anyway you should be good now, ask me anything!”

Vaggie: “You’re seriously not taking advantage of being summoned but not bound?"

Charlie: "I'm taking advantage of the view!"

Charlie: (beat)

Charlie: "Of the, mortal world, I am enjoying the pretty scenery."

Vaggie: "It's dark."

Charlie: "I'm enjoying the beautiful knight. Night. Night without a 'K'. Not knight like YOU'RE a knight, not that you aren't beautiful-"

Vaggie: "I'm. What."

Charlie: "The one who should be talking now! Not me. I think I've done enough talking for now. I think I'm good on having said stuff recently. I think I should be quiet for a bit."

Vaggie: (gay) (not immune to adorable ladies) "WHY are you here. You're not, what I expected."

Charlie: “I'm not the usual demon- As hell princess I get first dibs on all summons! After dad anyway.”

Vaggie: (of COURSE she's a princess) “Why answer this one.”

Charlie: “You’re missing an eye? It looks painful?"

Vaggie: "...so?

Charlie: "?? I thought maybe you wanted help with that.”

Vaggie: "It's a penance. You can't help with it."

Charlie: "oh."

Vaggie: “...That’s it? You're not here for anything else?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “You um. You look very cool in that armor.” (cringes) “Awesome.” (cringes more)

Vaggie: “Are you a siren or a succubus or something.”

Charlie: “What!? No! No I’m just, I just think girls are hot! Cool! You look great!! …girls all look great, and you’re a girl, and you…”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Do you need any demons slayed?”

Charlie: “Ahaa, no.”

Vaggie: “Holy quests completed?”

Charlie: “No?”

Vaggie: “Are you gonna eat me.”

Charlie: “N-not on the first date- I- OH YOU MEAN ACTUALLY-? No no no! I don’t, I’m, I don’t eat souls. Or people.”

Vaggie: “So what’s the catch here. The price.”

Charlie: “Nothing. I just wanted to help.”

Charlie: “Okay and maaaaybe have a nice conversation for once. Kinda short on them in hell.”

Vaggie: “… is there ANYTHING I can help you with?”

Charlie: “Well I just broke up with-”

Vaggie: “I’ll kill them.”

Charlie: “-and I could really use a date for the ball, I mean! No killing needed!! Dad isn’t going again, mom’s um, busy. And it’ll be a lot less awkward if I already have a dance partner, you know?”

Vaggie: “You want me to find you a dance partner.”

Charlie: “Oh no I, I was hoping- do YOU dance?”

Vaggie: "Me."

Charlie: "If you want to?"

Vaggie: “You’re asking me to go to hell.”

Charlie: “Shit. Right, dumb idea. It’s my home but, yeah. It’s not like anyone enjoys being here.”

Vaggie: (fuck she's cute) (fuck she's SAD)

Vaggie: “No one does? What about you?”

Charlie: “I… just wish the people would be nicer. A place is the people who live there, right?”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “I’ll come.”

Charlie: “You wha?”

Vaggie: “I’ll come to the dance.”

Charlie: "But- hell! Why-"

Vaggie: "Hell’s a better place than I thought."

Charlie: "You've never even BEEN here!"

Vaggie: "I've met you."

Charlie: ".... I'm not... the usual demon."

Vaggie: "I'll take my chances. I'll need to borrow a dress though. All I have up here is, armor."

Charlie: "I can, I can change that. A dress. N- no problem."

Vaggie: "It's a deal then." (holds out hand) "A dance for a dress?"

Charlie: (takes her hand and shakes it eagerly while bowing) "ITS A DATE!"

Vaggie: (chuckles) "Yeah, I guess that's a better word for it."

Charlie: "And I PROMISE when we dance I WON'T trample your toes with my hooves!"

Vaggie: "... should I just keep the sabatons on?"

Charlie: "I promise to find you a dress that goes good with your armored shoes so your toes don't get trampled on."

Vaggie: "We're gonna be quite the pair, aren't we."

Charlie: "Heheh~"

-

Lute: "WHAT HAPPENED WHY WAS THERE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE INSTEAD OF HOLY LIGHT WHY WERE YOU COMMUNING WITH A FIEND SO LONG IS IT DEAD DID YOU KILL IT???"

Vaggie: "Does taking her heart count?"

Adam: "Whoooo VaGEEE! Totally FUCKED that demon huh!!"

Vaggie: "Mm, not totally sir."

Vaggie: (smiling) (softly to herself) "Not on the first date."

[outofcontextchrisfleming]

[mod sappho] I know Bonnie complaining about the new D taking up space that used to be woods because “I used to come out here from time to time to scream” is meant as a joke but in all seriousness I think recreational primal screams should be considered a healthy exercise that helps complete the stress cycle send tweet

[our-lesbian-experience]

I love the sappho lesbian flag I absolutely adore this flag I love it's meaning and how it was created I love the fact that it was made by a lesbian of colour as a lesbian of colour myself I love the sappho flag and I wish it was more commonly used and I breath the sappho lesbian flag and I always gay scream over it I love the sappho flag and it should be more appreciated and OMG I LOVE THIS FLAG SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA– *Lesbian explosion.*

for those who, like myself, were confused, this is the sappho lesbian flag

So cool! sucks that more people don't know about it