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heliotropion · 2 years
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aristophanes, the knights (424 b.c.)
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fandom-trash-goblin · 1 month
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your love is a violent thing, darling, with the tenderness of a bruise
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glasswaters · 1 year
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pick yourself off the floor, child. you are not finished.
you still have things to give, in the hollow of your mouth and under that thin skin. there is still gold upon your head and pearls within your gums. your spine still bends just so.
your ribcage has long since started blooming and you've yet petals to harvest from your spine. your heart is beating, and your lungs lay, torn, alive in the pit of you.
can't you see them move? take that breath. open that maw, and drink air from my palms. your shoulders are not worn to dust, and your feet still hold your weight.
the pillars are crumbling, dear thing. the skies are ripping at the seams. another red giant. another sunset. another layer of skin.
you were made for this. don't be silly now. straighten your back and let me wipe all this mess from your dear face. look at me, soiling myself for you. was not this handkerchief once white? however will i get that stain out?
hold on, child. you are not finished. Even torn hands can carry heavy loads. Even phantom fingers can sew.
and you were chosen. don't lay down that honour.
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glitchedlad-art · 2 months
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uh... yeah. maldaw webweave
my first webweave btw give critique
i was originally gonna make this general theme Malcolm & Jackdaw & Ogien but i served and went full shipper. sorry. it will happen again
theme: maldaw (malcolm practice/jackdaw) && "i think surgery is innately intimate, actually"
divider by baexywth
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isbergillustration · 9 months
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Mmmm blod
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aroaessidhe · 6 months
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2023 reads / storygraph
Ink Blood Sister Scribe
adult low fantasy
follows two sisters who grew up guarding a collection of magical and dangerous books, keeping them safe from a shadowy organisation
one is on the run across the world, staying one step ahead of the magic that killed her mother, but after deciding to stay longer at the Antarctic research base with her girlfriend quickly discovers that even there is not far enough away from the people tracking her
and the other is at home, the sole protector of the books, desperate to find out their secrets
plus a young man who’s lived his life within the Library used for his talent of writing the books
Latine & Jewish MCs, bi MCs
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ramblebrambleamble · 1 month
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A flash of teeth and a spark in the dark-
Silence sans a beating heart.
Beating, beating, bleeding out... Tell me, dear, do you now doubt? Is this proof enough for you? Do you finally believe it's true?
They walk among us-
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A flash of teeth and a spark in the dark;
Silenced now, the beating heart.
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huitrecliff · 2 months
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non life threatening injuries
palm sized hot star, cold sized bright star pain sized movie star, two blocks away star, five minute walk star, catch star, pull star, party star, party star, party star beige corner star, shadow star, smells like puke, star, smells like puke back here, star, it smells like puke back here, star, star, star, don’t care star, cool star, flip your hair star, take me by the hand, star, touch my hand, star, or touch my shoe, star with your shoe star, touch the tips together, star, the tips of our shoes, star, together star, tap star, warm star, secret code star when I fell down the stairs, star I didn’t think a star star like you, star, would ask if I was okay, star, my knee is bleeding, star, my toe is bleeding, star you run to the bathroom, star to get the toilet paper star use this star square sized pain star, stair sized blood star, eye star to eye star, noticing your lipstick star red star, red star, red star, mess star, I’m a mess, star, sorry for crying, star, I’m so sorry, star, this is embarrassing me, star, your honesty excites me star let’s go to your place star room sized heart star, heart sized shoe star, star sized you star, okay, star, okay star okay star okay.
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manderleyfire · 1 year
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I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley’s like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger.
happy valentine’s day, doc
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ackerlag · 3 months
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for @nosebleedclub's january prompts no. 25 — syrupy.
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They say tears are the blood of the soul
Yet I haven't cried in months
Am I a living corpse
Without thoughts?
Or do my fingers cry now
And bleed to paper?
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goddteeth · 1 year
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LAY DOWN
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glasswaters · 2 years
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oh, dear heart, forgive me for the blood in your kitchen sink and the salt on your floors. forgive me, too, for the soil under my fingernails, and for the chipped enamel in the bathtub.
i'll clean it all, again. the shovel in the hallway and the bile on my skirts. i will hang up the laundry and dry the dishes, sweeting.
but the coat is dirty, and your eyes won't close. tonight, i will take you home. the flat will be clean.
come with me, now. it's your turn.
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a-j-s-the-only · 22 days
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I thought it would help me but I don’t know if anything can anymore
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dontforgetaboutgeorgie · 10 months
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lycanthrope
euthanize me like a reactive dog never been trained to behave anything I do gets done with force leaving edges burnt and frayed I smile, I help, there's blood between my teeth I soothe, I mend, but there's always blood between my teeth
- G.I.
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forthewriterinsideme · 3 months
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One time I kept a hairtie on my wrist for months because someone put it on there and told me to hold on to it.
I have a small white scar, years later, from where it rubbed sore into my skin.
There is still blood seeped into it, sitting in a box even now. I held on to it.
My devotion. Scarring myself, splitting flesh and weeping blood. A whispered command, tripping over myself to follow.
She never asked for the hair tie back. Never mentioned it again, not in the weeks I wore it or the months after I took it off.
Prostrating myself at the feet of someone who isn’t looking.
Waiting for attention to fall on me again and hoping I had done it right this time.
My devotion. Consuming myself for a second glance. Waiting endlessly for her to ask for it back.
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