#talesfromarcadia

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golden

Bronzed arms, dans mes bras. Dappled.

Shimmering sunset on a broad, soft curve.

Your soles press against white-hot ash. Deserted.

She beams. Her maternal heat spreads across your bones.

Iron drumming eyelids, burnished ingot weighing light in your mouth. Champagne fizz.

Does last night even matter?

Take a dip, full immersion. Azure, assured, gelatine haze.

But eternal warmth to shroud you.

See the Madonna, weeping out not in grief but in reverie.

A wide-brimmed halo and linen wings. Donned!

You sway, as the auspicious palms do.

And you are all right.

[colt-jax-jackson]

Above. Moving Forwards Pt. 1.

The decision to see a short campaign to Dragonfall had been a decision that was brash. It wasn't one made for coin. Not for glory. Not for parades or praise. To seek that ominous exit sign in the distance, or a general sense of purpose were acceptable measurements of what he expected and as such, was exactly what was gained.

To be Captain of the Airship, Arcadia, of House Aguillard was far from his expectation and yet, here he was. His coat pulled tightly around his collar to ward off the high altitude chill. Only the endless navy darkness of the clouds beneath him as the vessel hummed through the air.

He'd come to adore the crew. Nearly each man experienced and tested. Knowing what they were in for, established a level of living that made the crew feel alive. Each night harmonic music and laughs echoed within the hull as each men lived as if it was their last. Such smiles were welcome phantoms around him, every once in a while he could almost hear the echo of his own.

The first mate was all he could ask for. Intelligent. Experienced. Thoughtful. At times he wandered why they needed him, so often his own thoughts had occured to her so early that were apt to be completed before she'd ask. They were things she pulled from him, and although he'd be unlikely to admit it, it felt nice to have a friend.

Wearing the attire meant for official Noble House meetings and arrangements, he'd hardly recognized himself at first, but now the jacket seemed to weigh less upon his shoulders. The world and him, finally seemed to spinning, not only the same direction, but nearly at a similar speed, cutting through the clouds over a world below that was filled with just as much uncertainty.

[coolchevistianofficialsite]

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[creep-slayerz]

Trollhunters

Season 1: this is a pretty good show

Season 2: omg, this is the best thing I've seen in years

Rewatching season 1: (tears streaming down my face) why didn't I appreciate this more, this is amazing

Me now: book is being shipped to me for Christmas, and eagerly awaiting season 3 and other tales from Arcadia

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conspiracy

they put it in my head

seed to sapling

unloveable but mouldable

a rotten rose

when you said it

I thought it was a lie

paralysis - stay, sis

horrid goodbye

friendliness = flirtation

(at least in my almond eyes)

swallowed inside my prison

(but only metaphorically)

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god ghosted

I kneel, keel, keen at an empty rock shrine

Worshipper to my sinfulness:

When you were mine

I warded off witches 

By picking your tree

These arbours, your ardour

sowing seeds of unease.

You peeled away my bark

Yet I gorged it down whole

Etched into our roots

Mocking fateful footfall.

My moss on the pillar

To cushion my pain,

But roughness and toughness

Sprouted worms in my brain.

No buck, just rut

Not wed stones 

But headstones: violent gemstones uncut.

Target locked but misfired and damn, misjudged!

Cupid’s arrow wept softly and

Only begrudged.

Could these petals supplant? 

Could I have inspired your sap? 

Let my lungs drown in honey and invite the ants?

Oh, but so sweet! So warm, the taste!

Succour to a sucker: palms pressed to the wastes.

We’d be a sylvan family: Belvedere, 

Prick your ears up and hear those bells, my dear

Taming Medusa, your roaring great lion,

My chiselled Greek seraph atop Mount Zion.

Deity, I cradle, offer kindle up

Lay my flower to a bower once heady with lust

Now, god ghosted

I know how it felt. To have pined,

to have knelt

At my empty rock shrine.

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willow

I grew up with you towering over me

Holding my parents in your leaves

So clear, gilded dancer

Blonde fronded movie star

New house: A coffin,

Pre-crumbling, all-fumbling

You went, then: Sakura

(Though probably magnolia).

Now you are born again,

My parents indentured - like then.

But you do not have to weep over me

I do - I will never be you.

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tightrope

i live on the border

of the sea and the woods 

and also the line of

evil and good

compelling yet boring

inside, ever-warring

let me take you inside my labyrinthine mind 

unwhite, unyellow

stilted talk and not mellow 

a daisy-fresh veneer

becomes flytrap-

Too near! 

in love but no touch 

for you feel like too much 

so I tumble off yearning for an endless abyss

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acher

acher, beating heart

your stretched forearm,

olive branch veins

arrow -> heart

let me crawl into your hollows, devour

why you’re so sour

there is rot in your house

deer + hunter = you, the mouse

guess what sweet thing

i chop your limbs

for my kindling

but I am left on the roadside

arrow -> heart

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prelude to the journey

enter the forest of delights

set thine sights

and feast thine eyes 

oh yes, 

arcadia-wise 

a kingdom of beauty

a kingdom of love

a kingdom of betrayal

of imps from above 

of fair maidens and princes

of flowers to unfold 

of gods and prejudices

of lakes of lost gold

but in divide 

above all, 

by lines of no fault

but its maker; the fallen 

amen, amen. 

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tales from arcadia

a set of twelve tales from the kingdom of arcadia 

identity, loss, love, betrayal, light, dark, heartbreak, healing, and more...

prelude to the journey

tightrope

eden / gardenia girl

god ghosted

scared 

acher / roadkill

rot

conspiracy 

willow 

narcissus

magic

golden

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magic

i touched you once

scaly hands, scabby nails

thought you liked me like that

bony, snarky, pale

i lay on my throne

my lavish riches consume me

but a stranger could devour them

if i could once more meet thee

our skin never did kiss again

oh boy, we couldn’t fly

did I touch you or claim you

treasured memory, mind’s eye?

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narcissus

look at me!

i am the jocund jonquil

toot my horn

dusk ‘til dawn

perfect pout, oh?

daffodils are out.

i paint my petals carmine

if I bind these pretty petals of mine

will you see me as a rose?

discover me, rare rose exposed.

your petals thin, you wilt.
your stalk is tangled, your dirt is dry.
your pallor is sallow. you are bald and disgraced.

*lo, I am graceful!*

feel my pull

my tantalising beauty –

look at me, look at me!

creation
to mutation
to inspiration.

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rot

every morning, every night

i inhale a clifftop high

or low lake, sunk

drinking and drunk

all things are dust, said He

but would she want me?

this noxious waste,

phantom, foul taste,

oh, she would vomit

this liminal spirit

wanderer, mourning

whilst others spin

I will embellish myself

afresh, good health

so she might devour me whole

the good, the bad, all

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scared

colt-like you bumble

bolt-like I run away 

bud-like you blossom

cud-like I return 

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