#sort of like poetry but not

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[rigormortisangel]

i swear they did something to my brain to make me unable to live without them

[officially-other]

My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon

I am not what you think.

I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.

Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.

Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.

I suppose.

I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.

I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.

And underneath, none of us are what you think.

(Tags for side commentary/context)

[rantsramblesandrandomthougts]

Hey does anyone else think Lockwood and Lucy were meant to parallel Orpheus and Eurydice? Or am I just going a little crazy?

[angleofmusings]

HELLO JEWISH PEOPLE. what shoes do you wear on yom kippur. pick the option that’s closest and feel free to elaborate in the tags!

also feel free to share if you go to shul on yom kippur and what your observance looks like!

[mothprincess]

serena crane, angel blue

[ragewrites]

[crookshanks23]

Once again, excellent episode. Appreciate the bit of a breather on the pure unhingedness of the last couple. This was the one to let us settle into the story - there are story things happening!

And we still got bonkers slam poetry. We can live in both worlds. And it's beautiful.

[raiiny-bay]

made the rest of kel's apocalypse crew :-)

[non-un-topo]

Was thinking about Ye Olde Teenage Parties and the picture drew itself

[queerofthedagger]

my 'hey yes we have an all-consuming brainrot going but let's try and do something actually productive this week that I'm having off of work' project is sorting through my bookshelves, rigorously throwing things out (little miss I own over a thousand books in my one-room apartment is reaching the breaking point aka I'm finally and utterly running out of space) and i think i threw out almost a hundred books today and it's still not anywhere close for sorting shelves by genre without having to stack and put things second row. how am I supposed to live like this

[invinciblerodent]

hang on, this was a very out of pocket thought I had in like, tags on a thing, but fuck, it's actually very sweet to think about the PC early on in their relationship picking and pressing flowers for Karlach

like as a "I saw this and thought of you, but I couldn't give it to you then, so I saved it for when you can enjoy it too"? adorable.

I'm kind of really into this idea of Mara keeping a journal in her attempts to recover her memories, and also pressing flowers between the pages. I'd have to work out the specifics of how their relationship is going to work out once I get there in act 3 (I tried not to spoil myself, but something tells me a romanced Karlach is gonna be pretty upset about Gortash greeting her lover so warmly so maybe an apology gift will be needed), but the idea of the two of them going through a book-bouquet together, almost as kind of a "the person he knew is not who I am anymore, this is who I am, this is the me who loves you" thing is really sweet

like.

"this one is from near where we first met- look, this leaf is even singed where your heat had touched it, like it touched me."

"this one is from just outside camp, and I picked it the night I told you I liked you, because I was just so happy."

"this is from near Rosymorn, when I looked at you just enjoying the breeze, and thought that you looked particularly beautiful."

"this is the prettiest flower I could find near Reithwin, and it may be a pathetic, wretched little thing, but it still grew stubbornly where it wasn't supposed to, and it reminded me of how your love took root in my heart."

"this one is my favorite color, and I wasn't sure why I thought that until I realized it's the same color as your eyes."

and so on and so on.

i'm about to chew gravel istg

[firewoodfigs]

a year’s worth of hunger settling in flesh — eri (firewoodfigs)

[winterdeepelegy]

Prompt #17 - Sally

Growing up, Ciel had her favorite places to play and hang out in the Shroud. There was one stretch of willows in particular which decorated the bank of a stream which became a favorite napping spot on mild sun-dappled days of spring and summer. It was always a place which welcomed her. Perhaps the Elementals living in the willows enjoyed her singing, or her gentle presence. It was one of the cleanest places in the Twelveswood and carefully kept this way every time she paid a visit. She disturbed no stone, nor did she take any of the green young wood from the trees. Old leaf litter was gathered up and neatly distributed around the roots to nourish them while also keeping the cast-off foliage from mucking up the stream. She took only the discarded sally branches which fell on their own due to age, or which had been shaken loose by the wind, and wove them into baskets or decorations to hang on the doors of neighbors and friends as gifts. What the Twelveswood no longer needed became useful in another way. How long had it been since the last time she came to this special place? She hardly recognized it now. Surely some years had passed. The first thing the songstress did was whisper an apology for her neglect to the ears of any Elementals who may still be present, and asked their forgiveness. She had work to do to make up for lost time, and an old sing-song melody drifted from her lips as she set forth to make right her absence. A bounce, a hop around the rock The wee bun did a-wander A butterfly did flutter by And skipped across the water The willows bowed and danced around Skirts swaying 'midst the summer A widow sighed, no longer cried And smiled at so much wonder How fair thee now with verdant crown Thine hair hath grown a river The last I spied thine vibrant eyes I fear I can't remember I missed my friends here in the glen It seems I've gone forever Yet ne'er again, I do regret Henceforth I vow remember It was late morning when she started her task and sometime near sunset when she stopped and observed what she'd accomplished. Ciel had at least gathered the fallen willow branches into a few neat bundles and tied them, plenty of material to keep her busy over the colder months to come, but cleaning up the rest would take another day or two with her hands alone.

[racmune]

the scratched universe ep. 5 (redraw by me) / desperado - alice cooper / los galgos siderales - jose amezcua / boyish - japanese breakfast / my love is a dog from hell - julia soboleva / detail of susanna and the elders - pierre van hanselaere / the wolf and the lamb - nora fry / billion dollar babies - alice cooper / @/ojibwa on tumblr / i'm your man - mitski / gleipinir - walton ford / @/winkreallyisntable on tumblr

[weaselle]

wake up in the mornin' my mind kind of stormin' i sit 'n' sip delicious brew- no time for mental thunder with the deadlines that i'm under fist grippin' this list to do hip holster full of laughter draggin' this boulder after baby take it to the top of the hill where it's never stayed yet but i place another bet sayin' maybe this time it will