#for my eternal love

[astraioskosmos]

The Moth has cursed me once more with its yearning and so tonight I reminisce about what was as compared to what is, and my eternal love I ask a question to you; Did you know that I used to whisper to the Elegiast during the coldest nights in the softest whisper that he may allow us to be remembered together? That our names may be written side to side in his scroll so that even in Eternity we would be close? That if we were to be trinkets that he may place us next to each other, cold porcelain brushing against colder stone so that even in death I may imitate holding your hand?

My eternal love, did you know I used to sow tiny secrets to the Velvet in my dreams about us so that even the divine may know of our mutual adoration? That stone or wood-bark or soft soil in the Wood will forever have our initials scratched into them under her gaze? I had hoped that maybe, just maybe, by feeding the Velvet tiny pieces of our deepest desires she may favor us, and with that favor she may shelter and conceal us in the roots of the trees so that when the world got too big- too scary- we may have a place to go to and hide together until the fear lessened and dissappeared?

My heart still beats inside my chest like a drum, but my most precious love, do you know of how much quieter it is without you? It cannot be stilled and yet I can swear I have felt it cease its thunderous dance everytime the fear of you not coming back became too strong. In those moments I wondered, "is this how the Thunderskin felt?" for it loved the Ring-Yew, and yet none know if the Ring-Yew loved him back. Did his heart then feel as raw as mine as the Red Grail flayed him under the gaze of his love? Is he now doomed to be forever bruised as he is beaten like a drum to protect the skin of the world, to preserve the Wake, but never to know the affections of the Malachite? I fear that I too will be forever bruised to never again have your arms around me, your lips on mine and your voice and its sweet words in my ears.

And so my love, do you know of the Moth haunting me? Do you know of its yearning, of the restlessness so strong that even the Malachite cannot renew and heal my broken soul for all that would heal me is you? Do you know of the whispers in the coldest and darkest nights, now not to the Elegiast anymore but to another Hour that would be kind enough to listen so you may come back to me? Do you know of the scratched secrets and the roots, of how I read them on my fingertips and hide in them alone so that I may remember the spark of our love once more, so that I may imagine the feeling of your warmth once again?

Love is always at the whims of the Hours- so says the Sun-in-Splendor and the Forge of Days, the Thunderskin and the Ring-Yew, the Malachite and the Mare-in-the-Tree, The Wheel and the Flint, but we are not Hours and so I pray our love endures despite it all and my soul and heart find solace and healing in yours. I pray we grow old together, and when the time comes for us to come home to the Wood until we either pass the Stag Door or drift down into Nowhere the Elegiast will write our names side to side and honors the memory of who we were, what we went through, and of our love for Eternity.

[eaissilyy]

A kinder mother would sure seek her sons, even if it was her who abandoned them.

(Just a Thought of Marika in ragged clothes and covered in veil, unfortunately didn’t hide her grace, descending down to the shunning ground she made to cage her rage and grief from the time long past, just to see her sons who she refused to hold and look at their births. SADLY THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED AHUGHGAHHHHH)

[title]

“May I rest my weary head on your shoulder?” (insp.)

In the Mood for Love (2000), Rafiki (2018), Cold War (2018), Your Name Engraved Herein (2020), But I’m a Cheerleader (1999), Moonlight (2016), Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), And Then We Danced (2019), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), My Own Private Idaho (1991), Anatomy of a Fall (2023), Lovesong (2016), God’s Own Country (2017), The Handmaiden (2016), Notorious (1946)

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[lizardkingeliot]

That can’t be all there is.

[mpotato]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

[ninamodaffari]

So happy to finally show off my final piece for the Tome of Pacts zine I feature in.

This is Hagne, the Herald of Rot, and faithful servant to her Patron, Cicardia. Her look was inspired by several things -- death masks, pomegranates, worn bronze, flies and centipedes. The butterflies she carries feed on death and decay. Hagne herself felt the cold embrace of the grave, but was blessed to find herself given another chance. She will not fail.

I am so honored to have been a part of this project, and this is one of my favorite pieces to date. I hope you guys enjoy it as well. :)

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[drenched-in-sunlight]

marriage life.

[timethehobo]

“We were friends, once.”

[ratajota]

(...) but amongst the pastiche of war and desire, beauty and damage, I saw Claudia, in an impossible afternoon light she could never survive in. Claudia as Madeleine perceived her. Resplendent. rendered even more beautiful by her beholder. And I knew then, with all certainity, she would be a better companion to Claudia than I ever had.

[eaissilyy]

Unused crib.

I swear I am very normal about this. AU where Marika once cares but it's not enough and her priority lies elsewhere. Here's the inspiration I wrote in company time because my ass was not working.

She looked at her children and thought despite everything how could I still love you. Why was there a place in her numb heart for these two when they resembled everything she hated. She threw them into the pit below and tried not think about it. But how could she? When she looked at the empty space where the crib used to be and thought how can I forget them

(There's the second pic as a treat because ?? They don't exist? Marika has never had a twin with Godfrey? Godwyn is an only child? There might be a locked room in the Sanctuary where servants are not allowed to peak inside, the key is hidden and the room forgotten. But that's normal, isn't it? Every palace has a storage of abandoned things all the time. So what are you talking about? haha I am obviously NOT crying.)

[val-of-the-north]

Marika's master plan.

[azfellschild]

Good and Evil wrestling, with Evil triumphing

bit different from my latest work but something in me told me i needed to draw this

[rjshope]

i love them your honor🤍

[kitsunecrows]

“alas…. the perfect age was short lived. absolute power begets nothing but arrogance.”