#narcissus writes

[transfemzedaph]

Something about Joel, Etho notices, is that he's loud. He's loud all the time, making jokes or commentary or, most reccently, flirting with Etho.

Except sometimes he's not. Sometimes he's silent. At first Etho thinks something is wrong. Quickly he realises otherwise, Joel is only ever quiet around people he trusts, people he doesn't feel the need to fill the space around them with words. Or when he's concentrating really hard.

Joel is quiet after he proposes the idea of Etho placing his bed next to his. Thats the first time Etho experiences it. Etho agrees quickly, placing his bed there, hoping to avoid making Joel uncomfortable.

Etho figures it out that night, the whole bedtime routine almost silent apart from a few noises from Etho. It makes Etho uncomfortable, worried about Joel. Joel snuggles up to him and says a quiet goodnight as they get into bed together and it finally clicks for him. Joel feels safe here. Joel feels safe with him.

[narcissuswritings]

KafCae Christmas fic!

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from The Selected Poems of Rita Dove; "The Narcissus Flower,"

[rosquinn]

so this is basically demian nargold beneath the wheel and every shoujo yaoi hesse wrote right

[phoebastria-albatrus]

modern UDAD headcanons

•i feel like ulysses works retail and the olympians and suits are just the really weird customers. the vault tree is a shrub in a pot in the break room given to him by penelope

•orpheus performs at goth and punk clubs as a single artist. people give him money because they feel bad.

•bonus narcissus. sometimes he shows up and does interpretive dance to whatever he sings

•heracles does boxing. i dont have much more to say here. maybe he does part time as a renfaire guy because have you been to a renfaire? bro would love being apart of the fake fights

•oedipus is just a normal doctor. he’s probably that guy in fics characters come to when they have been injured. orpheus and heracles are weirdly enough the two most common for him to see. orpheus falls off stage a weird amount of times and heracles literally fights for a living. he absolutely hates everyone.

•ariadne is in school for computer science and programming. she regularly does cybercrime for random good causes (god forbid women do anything)

[spocks-kaathyra]

domestic butch4butch aliens for day 5 of @startrekfemslashweek with the prompt "learning your language"

these r my ocs Cressida and Eyal :)) Eyal is Nal's little sister! read abt her family here and her mommy issues here

[writers-in-moominvalley]

Mythological parallels.

[marlynnofmany]

Lookie what I got! The rarest of collector's editions, with only one in existence! (There's an @ symbol in place of a © on the title page.)

(There's only one because I fixed it after I ordered my proof copy.)

Someday this will be very valuable, for sure!

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[theearlgreymage]

Uh. So. Hi. I promise I'm not dead out here.

Life has been chaotic and my brain hasn't been interested in doing anything I want it to lately.

But. We're trying here. On the bright side, my classroom is immaculate and ready for the new school year to start this week.

Anyways.

Thank you so much to every single one of you that have continued tagging me 😭 It means the world to still be included in everyone's Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday Posts -

@ic3-que3n @artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @hushed-chorus @aristocratic-otter @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @rimeswithpurple @j-nipper-95 @ivelovedhimthroughworse @foolofabookwyrm-activated @cutestkilla @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart

You are all amazing. And I'm sure there are names I've missed, but I only went back three weeks, haha.

Now, enough babbling from me. Here's what you're all here for - a variety of 6 sentences from some of my projects that are rotting my brain.

Eirly's (a COBB project with @artsyunderstudy & @shrekgogurt)

He’s alive.  Everything I’ve done. Every line I’ve crossed.  It was all worth it.  Now if only he’d put down the bloody sword and help me out of this infernal trap.  “Snow?” I call out to him.

Aster & Narcissus (a COBB project with @ivelovedhimthroughworse)

Still, there’s too much power nestled in his hand. I could sense it when we tumbled down the hill. It was like having a sparking ember crash into my chest. He was so warm in my arms as I grabbed onto him in the fall. And when I offered him my hand, I felt that power even more concentrated. Mixed with a feeling of unbridled urgency. 

Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

Why is this slowly starting to feel like a date?  It’s not. I know it’s not. But I still can’t stop my mind from wandering down a path where it is.  As soon as Vera has left the room, I’m rushing to put my violin away and fish my phone from my jeans pocket. There’s no way I’m going to be able to handle being alone with Snow for an entire afternoon - watching him try on clothes and eating food with him. 

An Untitled Project

"[redacted]," I plead. I beg. I've never been more desperate as I am in this moment. My heart has lodged its way into my throat. If [redacted] doesn't breathe, then neither will I. I'll choke on my own heart right here before I leave him. 

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[transfemzedaph]

worm man & evil x fic uwu

[narcissuswritings]

worst part of this is finding names for characters that dont exist.

[the-octic-scribe]

Thoughts like that are why we have daffodills by the lake. Your sweet echo is dying to know , if she repeats your wisdom- will you finally see her? Or is it when you see her logos° that you might finally turn to her. Why must she become the sun for you to see her grace. Cast your ego aside for just one moment, oh dear narrssicus , and look at the moon.

°ration/words (philisophical reading) or emination of the divine (gnostic reading)

[bluberimufim]

Hey. Remember when Cinders watched her wife die in her arms after 30 years of searching for her and then immediately got together with her wife's clone?

Yeah, that was immensely fucked up.

[midnightg0dd3ss]

Chapter 5

[labelleizzy]

Weird little hopeful narcissus in the yard. It's been planted four years and never once bloomed and it does in late November 2024?

I dunno what this little flower knows, but I'm keeping it safe this year.