Life moves like a speeding bullet, hitting you in the chest with such a force you don’t even register the pain until the hole left behind begins to bleed,
The memories slipping by you now snaking down your chest, spilling from the wound opened in your heart like streaks of rain on a car window,
It’s thick, red, and unstoppable,
It’s dark and never slows down,
More comes, a shower of gunpowder clouding your vision,
The fragments moving so fast before you that not even a stifle of sound escapes until there is that brief pause when the gun is reloaded,
“You make your own reality” drones on in my head, an echo of hope
Only, one stroke of the brush becomes a painting, then two, and three,
Between then you begin to lose count of the ones you started, and the ones that have finished,
The lines become blurred, and yet they all remain the same image, disfigured in your mind,
Each painting anew looks just like the last, the distortion in each growing like stars that die, their light glowing brighter from that distance so far out of reach,
And yet they don’t exist any longer, there is nothing left for you,
You cannot reach out to them no matter how much they twinkle in your eye, no matter how familiar they gleam,
You forget the purpose, but your hand still picks up the brush again,
And the cycle continues, spiraling, down, down, down, deeper into the rabbit’s hole
Will it ever end? Will you ever find the yellow brick road that leads you back to the start? Before Alice drank the tea? Before Jack ever climbed the beanstalk, or planted the seed that it grew from?
Where is the youth you so desperately hung onto? Why does the sand slip from our fingers?
Why can’t it linger a little longer, why must the apple always fall from the tree?
So many questions and I know that at the end, night will fall, the thoughts will continue to be there,
Hammering, hammering, hammering me,
Must I suffer to experience the [fleeting] kiss of joy?
Will I ever know?
And I pluck the petals from the flower, innocently, I was a child then,
How foolish I was not to realize that they would never grow back,
The beauty I admired with naive wonder ceasing in my hands
Now, no matter how hard I try not to pick their beauty, they still wither
And in anguish, I watch. Inevitably.
My goofy ass almost forgot my taglist. Oh well:
@fear-is-truth @xkaisxjazzxsingerx @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @marchsfreakshow @colinzabelswife @dearlizzies @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @xrag-dollx @lacucarachapisser @alittleobsessedbitch @n0tonlin3
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And who’s this intruding on the broken ice ‘verse? Why, it’s Ardyn Izunia with a steel chair!
Ardyn: *standing in the middle of a shattered prophecy* hm
Ardyn: *sees the one responsible for the shattering of the prophecy is one of his niblings* :3
Ifrit: do not
Ardyn: but what if - was MY princess?
Ifrit: you can’t forcibly adopt someone-
Ardyn: *dropping a hat on Luche* incorrect, I can do what I want.
Luche: *still extremely out of it* wait what?
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On that trojan war au thing you're writing. 1. What are the tags for it, cause I'm super interested! And would love to read what you have so far!
2. "And Odysseus is a much grimmer darker man due to his home being one of the places that were first swallowed up by Erebus" - I wanna know more about this. Please tell me more.
Oh , wow, I'm so flattered! I'm very happy it sounds appealing to you <33 This work is a huge passion project of mine so I'm always glad to talk more and more about it, especially since there are many aspects occurring in the background (such as the alternate fates of the main players of the Trojan Conflict) which I cannot properly cover or even explain within the events of the novel itself.
That said: 1) If you mean tags as in ao3 - unfortunately, this work isn't on ao3 my friend :( As I said above, these are elements and concepts in the greek mythology based-fantasy novel I'm currently writing (the concept of which I outlined here in the introductory post of my novel concept!) As for wanting to read whatever writing I currently have available: I currently have three fics available on ao3 that are written in my Pursuing Daybreak verse!
The Prince and Princess series deal with a young Apollo and Artemis and the many consequences they face after Apollo has slain Python. The two works uploaded right now are Exeunt Phoebus Apollo which covers the murder trial of Python and Manent Apanchomene Artemis which covers the intense feelings of helplessness and alienation Artemis experiences after Apollo returns from his banishment and is completely changed. Both of these have themes of family, grief and relationship exploration at their heart.
The third bit of writing I have up is quite outdated but does cover the immediate aftermath of Hyacinthus' death. It's called A Petal Falleth and features Apollo making one of those Big Silly Decisions that have completely unintended but extremely important consequences: namely, instead of the larkspurs being made of Hyacinthus' spilt blood, Apollo anchors the boy's soul to the flowers so Thanatos wouldn't take him. Like the Dawn is also set in this world but because it is nsfw in nature, I wouldn't recommend it as easily as the other three bits of writing. If you don't mind the whole naked men thing though, I'd definitely suggest reading Like the Dawn for a better idea of what my current writing is like (along with eventually getting to see characters like Hector, Andromache and Cassandra/Helenus) Like the Dawn's themes are also different to the other three works with it focusing more on the power dynamics of a god/mortal relationship, exploring masculinity and masculine sexuality and self discovery.
The running theme here, of course, is that all of these bits of writing are centered on Apollo/Artemis or Hyacinth because my novel itself is centered around them. There are, of course, other important characters and figures like Eros, Psyche, Penthesilea and Iaso (one of Asclepius' daughters) but while there is the definite presence of characters from the Trojan War they most certainly aren't at the center of the novel (and the ones that are aren't the Greeks but rather the Trojans i.e Hector, Alexander, Andromache, Cassandra, Helenus, Aeneas, so on and so forth.)
2) The basis of the apocalypse in my work is cosmological! Due to Apollo's err-- untimely departure, there's no longer anyone maintaining the axis of the heavens or the navel of the earth. Because of this, Erebus - whose darkness is usually kept firmly in the spaces between the realms - begins to spill out into both the heavens and the earth. The beasts of Erebus (referring primarily to the Seven Curses - Old Age, Misery, Deceit, Violence etc etc) consume, torment and destroy whatever is inside of Erebus' darkness and Ithaca, as one of the islands on the far edge of the world, was one of the very first places that were devoured in this manner. Odysseus was visiting the Argives at the time for a festival and had left the pregnant Penelope at home since he didn't want her to suffer through the voyage in discomfort. He only finds out about the destruction of Ithaca after it had already been consumed when Athena personally interrupts a feast to warn both him and Diomedes. Needless to say, Odysseus, like everyone else, assumes that everyone on Ithaca has died and thusly is a very, very different man in terms of humour and comport. A part of him still stubbornly clings to the belief that Penelope managed to escape - that she was smart and resourceful enough to see the end approaching and do her best to escape - but that doesn't stop him from being dour for the majority of the time. Diomedes does his best to keep his spirits up in the meantime. Without him around, Odysseus is something of a black hole when it comes to the oppressiveness of his discontent though he does manage to lighten up when in the company of Helen, Clytemnestra and even Menelaus on occasion.
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