#sy speaks

[syaraan]

Also, Why?

[sy--kh]

critters and creatures and a secret third thing

[king-of-the-norks]

Yooo I have polls now! Please humor this silly little question I think about often

[lemonal-space]

So, it's finally happening. I've changed my art handle here from Sylociraptor over to Lemonal-Space!

My icon will be staying the same for a while longer, but this is a switch up ive been wanting to make for a while now. ^^

[syaraan]

The Nameless Things

The Nameless Things of Tolkien's world,

What are they? What are they? Where do they hide?

deep in the caverns, beyond balrogs in mines

hidden deep in the waters, surpassing all's ability to find

old as the world, younger than song

unspoken by angels, yet known by gods?

but are they known? these Nameless Things

found past all trace of light and sound

'found' I say, yet never found

even Evil has a name,

even The Eye needs something to see

What are these? What are these? The Nameless things

[sy--kh]

he’s gone.

gonna miss this boy.

[king-of-the-norks]

I Love My Friend's OCs!!!

I Love their backstories, and all their little quirks

The themes that Haunt them

The little happinesses they rip from the earth

OUUUUUGHHHH

[sy--kh]

[syaraan]

What are your headcanons for Maedhros' age vs his aunts' and uncles'?

Personally I tend to think that Maedhros is about the same age but slightly older than Írimë. But if he was close in age or older than Fingolfin it would add another layer to the handing over of kingship.

[sy--kh]

i should have left when he deadnamed me the first time he told his family about me.

[syaraan]

So sing the children, lost

Do you know how cold it is in the dark?

That like water through the rocks

Wind in a forest, is the rapids through the trees

And the eco, singing, cut

Of killing, breaking song

That lingers, freezing into ice

That scars the earth

That cracks the stones that all traces may be hidden

Of our footprints. Of our bones.

Ice not snow, for snow is stopped

By trees that hide the light

Of dusk and dawn, yet hopeless skies

And star of hope we will never see

For only monsters hunt us in the dark

And whether nameless or 

Red, Scared, (well made…) named

They will find only the remains

Of one last lullaby 

That, to break the cold of starless night,

We, the children, sing

[sy--kh]

for reference

I’m a magician in the sheets 😏 *pulls a rabbit out of my pussy*

[sy--kh]

[syaraan]

Canary in a Coal Mine

Canary in a coal mine,

Breathing poison air

How used to dark and coal dust must you be.

But do you even know your purpose here?

‘Cause the side of being first to die that no one sees

Is that you never see death

‘side your own

And you always die with purpose 

As a warning

So that maybe some life, some other living thing

Will survive the mines where you could not

Let me tell you of your purpose oh canary,

To live and sing your golden songs

And to be a warning of death to come

Your job is not to live, it is to die

And let me tell you something else 

Little canary

…

You failed

So don’t you dare,

Survive

[sy--kh]

you can’t kill me in a way i won’t find sexy

[sy--kh]