diathan

[diathan]

is anyone alive in here

#am *i* alive in here #ooc. #hhjey

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rhysoiche​:

midnight  dripped  in  star-flecked  tendrils  from  the  silhouette  of  taloned  wings;  twin  moons,  the  only  other  discernible  feature,  glowing  iridescent  as  lynx  eyes,  absorbing  the  unspooling  of  petrified  bone  and  stifling  shadows  –  –  the  congealing  of  myth  now  turned  primordial  scourge,  crowned  and  unquestioned.

in  its  wake,  the  soundless  dark  entombs  and  the  dry  winter  air  fogs  between  two  black  beasts  -  reflections  of  the  past  and  present  it  would  seem.  but  even  as  recognition  passes  between,  it  is  a  cruel  and  clandestine  shape  that  hunger-heavy  mouth  makes  around  rhysand’s  legacy,  and  it  begs  him  to  question  :  what  is  this  place  really,  a  cage  or  a  cairn  ?  and  could  you  spot  the  difference,  between  being  saved  and  being  swallowed  whole  ?  

the  night  lord’s  chin  tilts  in  answer  as  he  approaches  the  throne,  no  tremor  in  his  spine,  not  when  the  fate  of  pyrthian  sat  between  his  shoulders,  depending  on  his  ability  to  bear  it  –  and  to  coax  that  dark,  dormant  power  to  rise  once  more  :    if  this  is  to  be  a  devouring  either  way.  then  let  me  chose  to  get  something  from  it  –  let  me  chose  who  gets  to  feast.  

he  greets  his  youth’s  legend  then  with  a  serrated  smile,  shaped  like  a  half-bitten  moon,  the  hue  of  deference  cast  in  the  wrong  light  ❛  i’ve  come  to  wake  you  before  you  sleep  your  way  into  complete  obscurity .  –    and  perhaps  even  to  offer  you  the  opportunity  to  stretch  those  creaking  limbs  ?  wet  your  tongue  in  the  chaos  your  half-whispered  tales  claim  you  once  so  delighted  on  ?  ❜

it is amusement that comes first,  filtering through like ice  --  that biting indifference of creature spent too long upon the coil,  undone by its own existence.  he is bored,  and it shows in bared teeth,  the slow stretch of muscle and sinew long left to the wayside.  is it the wind that howls,  or the passages left among the bones,  hollowed out by carrion swarm?  he shifts in tandem with darkness,  a half-devoured form that meets the shade of generational flight,  and laughs.

ah,  but who would dare awaken him,  but his own kind?  who else would have the courage?  certainly not the mortals,  for they are fearful,  and not a good meal besides.  no hearty fare for his empty stomach.  so darkness meets in the flesh  --  primordial void laid upon sky shot through with stars.  a brush of testing translucence,  to observe how tender the resolve of this company.

after all,  he is long beast before he is fae.  the divine arc of his own nature lies upon his brow.  it is no subtle thing.

“  such a golden tongue.  “  a voice steeped in laughter,  aching with cruelty,  and woven in the soft-toned lyricism of accented vocals.  an accent long dead,  certainly,  but its body rests at his mouth,  fanged as it is.  a of match steel to steel,  blood to blood.  “  is this the greatest of your plans?  “

a glint of jewel on the finger rested upon his chin.  his eyes flicker,  and consider  --  one swirling in voided galaxy,  the other whitened in wound.

“  a promise of chaos,  and i shall bend to your will?  how trite.  “  a scathing insult,  dismal and dismissive,  but he is still speaking.  is that not promise enough?  this service will take more than a passing word,  more than a promise of mundane things,  crafted by his hands in an evening.  if it were chaos he sought,  he wouldn’t be asleep.  “  i had hoped our future would look less....  bleak.  are you the best they have to send?  “

#rhysoiche #int tbt. #leavE GRANDPA ALONE SON HE'S TIRED #it's been a long milennia

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@rhysoiche​

a steady flow of light through the cavernous depths  --  the aching of rust,  long sleeping machine laid to bed.  the skittering of things in the dark,  awakening to a dawn morning lit with cold;  a smattering of frost across their hand that crackles and aches as they shift.  it is a beast better left to sleep,  but few things are so pressing as war.  the horned brow lifts,  and consciousness roils like a blaze:  a spill of darkness that extinguishes the cracks in the walls.  the day that twilight’s son has brought with him does not last beneath the shade.

“  hmm,  “  the ghost wears his displeasure in glinting teeth.  a beast,  stuffed into flesh that does not bare it well.  “  i know you.  “  angled as he is across this ancient throne,  its body a bed for his long rest.  the frost settled across his thigh cracks and dissipates as he shifts,  resting elbows to his knees to lean forward.  interest alights in low flame,  which is a black hole no worse than his rage.  “  a highlord,  in my demesne?  such illustrious company.  to what do i owe such pleasure?  “

#rhysoiche #int tbt. #one bastard served hot just for u

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im alive

#ooc tbt. #do i ahve an ooc tag #what year is it #cal had to come wake me up i fell asleep sorry #FAE TIME??

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hey besties are we thriving

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「  @zireeael​​,   prompt  」  :       ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ yes she has a god complex. what of it

A  FILTER  OF  LIGHT  THROUGH  THE  TREES,  a slice of divine retribution in the curve of his sharp-tongued laughter.  meet him on his ground,  daughter of chaos,  and take his heart :  it is her birthright,  after all.  a generational infliction,  for a creature who does not understand lineage,  nor anything it entails.  the fae,  immortal  &  everlasting,  whose downfall is ever the mortality they cannot hope to understand.

(  can you feel it?  the touch of frost,  a flicker of shadow  ).  time shudders to a quaking halt.  his fingers brush her chin,  lift her face to the light,  and pride blooms like spring across his bared fangs.  no matter this chasm-wide difference that separates the heart from the fist,  they are the same.

“   yes,  look at you.  divinity in the making.   “   monarch tilts his head,  a black hole considering its prey,  considering its own hunger.  event horizon,  holding her within its claw,  and in great mercy,  releasing with a soft tsk.   “   craving violence.  dreaming of it.   “

he draws back,  devoured by his own flickering shadows.  even the branches of the trees have stopped their soft wailing,  settled into a low thrum.  separated from this world,  void and star.  a limb,  a tourniquet.

“   have care.  hunger is not discerning,  even of its own flesh.   “

#zireeael #「 in character 」 ↬ 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔. #DAUGHTER? ? ? DAUGHTE RDAUGTHER DAUGHTEr #MY BABE I MISSED U

[diathan]

why do you have bugs in your pocket

BRRROOTOTEINNNN

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unfaeri​:

﹙    @diathan​​   /   prompt    ﹚     :       ❛   𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊.     𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.   ❜

ANCIENT   CREATURE ,         FANGED   GOD ,          CLOAKED   IN  ETERNAL   MYTH.                  he sits before her ,       upon      her      new throne ,         un - touched by the death which hangs like a thickened fog in the room ,          un - touched by venom.              (    tales   of   his   existence   woven   in   the   songs   of   her   youth    ———————    )              breath catches in her throat as she looks upon him ,             one hand still clenched around the hilt of the sword in her hand ,            the other pressed tightly against the wound on her side.              ❛   no   …   ❜              she murmurs ,        in a voice that now seems too small ,        to be her own.

she shakes her head.       shivers.       summons within herself the very same      hunger      within herself that brought her to driver her blade into the heart of the unseelie king    ————    their   former   king.  

❛   no ,      you will listen to me as i speak   !   ❜            the shadows which writhe at her feet seem to bellow forward ,          seem to entangle themselves with his own ,          as though the two beings had become one.              ❛   i have not soaked myself in the blood of my own kind ,          to dance at the feet of another    ————    NOT   EVEN   YOU ,         O ‘ FAOLAIN.   ❜

&         LOOK   !               HOW   SHE   BLEEDS   DEFIANCE   !                  how she remembers the war is over ,               how she remembers that now ,            it is she who reigns queen.

❛   i do not expect that       the  shadow  over  altu  ghar       shall lower himself to his knees before me ,           but it is not in my nature to obey.   ❜

❛   surely ,       if you have been watching   …   you must see that.   ❜

THUS :   LET  THE  SHOW  BEGIN.  he is a hungry audience member,  impossible to satiate,  and there does the problem lay.  not upon this body she has draped at his feet  (  a feline,  delivering a meal to its owner  --  whether of her own accord or not  ).  nor upon her demands,  which hang and echo through gilded halls.  kneel to her,  queen of the unseelie !   do not presume to do as you have done for centuries,  twisting your claws into each monarch,  feasting,  feasting,  until they are naught but bones !

his defiance bears teeth.  a blade,  pressed to the throat,  as he approaches in a slow crawl,  a spill of snowfall that decorates marble and amethyst,  warping the air around him.  wrong,  all wrong !   wherever he goes,  dragging his roots of poison,  creating ripples in the water.  a black hole shifting lazy steps to pause at the corpse she has splayed before him.

still,  no speech;  has she rendered his tongue useless?  or perhaps he likes that moment of fear,  even as she comes to herself,  drags herself back into the lines.  grasps white-knuckled to the crown she has drawn blood for.  he wants to see how deep this hunger goes.  how dark its love soaked visage.

he kneels,  but not in supplication  (  the angelic divine could not bow his head to evoke prayer,  no matter the litany on his lips  ).  clawed hands rest to the cooling body of proffered puppet.  tethered,  snapping at their chains,  the shadows flicker and jump and break free,  weaving and wending to bind corpse.  it dissolves quickly beneath that hunger.  all consuming.

finally.  an answer to her fanged desperation.  “  i liked him.  “  it is a lazy roll of his eyes,  one lit in blinding white brilliance,  the other inky,  and voided with stars.  he rises to his feet,  world shuddering around him with disgust  --  its own lost god,  all wrong in the ways that matter.  “  simple.  easy to puppet.  just how i like my kings.  “

a pause,  draped in carmine and gold.  his head tilts,  easy and mean with laughter that sings in beautiful tongue.  “  ah,  but i suspect you knew that.  “  he prods,  measures,  considers.  a jury which hungers only for chaos.  testing her resolve,  her defiance.  if he draws blood in the attempt,  so be it.

“  tell me,  little queen.  did you enjoy it?  “

#unfaeri #ur formatting is always so pretty and i am SO lazy #long post // #tbt.

[diathan]

「  @unfaeri​,   prompt  」  :      ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’

SINUOUS  TWILIGHT  devours  --  a crawl of hungry darkness that swallows in the wake of his presence,  making mockery of this shadow the unseelie bow head to.  he  delights  in vulnerability,  feasts on it.  carrion to the carcass,  his smile a mean curve,  filled with teeth.  flickering to existence ‘pon her throne,  legs thrown haphazardly over one arm rest,  chin rested to the fist of his hand,  he  laughs  to soft entreaty.  a most welcome throat to sink his fangs into.

“   sweet nothings.  you are too kind.   “   power filters through the soft song of his voice,  the empty echo of whatever has carved up this corpse to take its place.  the extension of his hand,  palm up,  is mockery  --  monarch,  granting reprieve to their most devoted servants.  or some vicious shade of it.  he is playing his part,  and she will play his as well,  or suffer his displeasure.   “   go  on.  tell me more about how badly you need me.   “

a dramatic,  airy sigh,  just to punctuate the line.  he swings legs to the ground,  and from contact,  spreads permafrost.  an early front of ice,  to wend and weave with the darkness that snaps and nips at his heels.  it is an obscene display,  thoughtless and biting with grace as lordly king stands.  each step down the dais is punctuated by the click of heel,  ‘til he stands before her.

his hand touches her chin,  daring her to bite.  the shadows that follow wind through her hair,  pluck at the crown upon her head.  there is no action free of his sharp-tongued derision.  it settles,  poison to the gut,  with his last decree.

“  beg.  make it good,  and perhaps i will help you.  “

#unfaeri #「 in character 」 ↬ 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔. #i come here #i cause problems #i leave #i havenT WRITTEN KAS IN A LONG TIME PLS #LOOK AWAY FOR A SEC

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this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

#「 out of character 」 ↬ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔. #no tags we die like men #hey besties (:

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by @cocorrina.co

#「 imagery 」 ↬ 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

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welcome to night vale ep 25 ↬ 1 year later

#「 imagery 」 ↬ 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

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ancient god (self-diagnosed)

#「 out of character 」 ↬ 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚.

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- six of crows

#look away for a sec while i spam #「 out of character 」 ↬ 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚.

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don’t forget, you can disappear into the woods at any time. whether that is a worrying thought or a reassuring one is up to you.

#「 out of character 」 ↬ 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚.

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gold

#「 imagery 」 ↬ 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

[diathan]

i have a god complex but i also don't cause i am god and its not that complex

#「 out of character 」 ↬ 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚.