#the shards of icarus

[teo-linh]

Look who's digging their own grave That is what they all say; you'll drink yourself to death Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it And what will you have left?

[lieblogger]

lin brothers having powers that burn each other heyyyyy what the hell

[connorsnothereeither]

c!Sherbert being renamed Icarus but like not in a cool lore way but in the way franchises will give characters too many outfits in one movie so they can sell more action figures

[greater-amaurot-polycule]

Scenes from the hypothetical Scumbag Caucus run of Shadowbringers, wherein through time travel shenanigans (???), our slacker heroes of the ancient world, Ariadne, Icarus @hermits-hovel, and Erasmos @azure-dragonsinger, end up in the First instead of the Warriors of Light. Or something. Mostly an excuse to piss off Emet-Selch. Panthea @whatsthisascianbullshit is also here, 15 minutes late with a frappe.

[fourfoldfires]

If one needs wings, one need simply make them.

[goldenocie]

Yo I forgot about this draft but essentially: fablesmp fairy tale AU but I try to connect everyone somehow. All of the player characters are here so it’s sort of a long post

Fable- evil king. The snow queen. Witch. Motive unclear but he’s trying to amass more magic for…something??

Icarus- Snow White. They lived a comfortable life in the palace until they showed power of their own and the king ordered them to be killed. Now lives with a bunch of birds in the woods

Rae- Cinderella. Despite being the late queens son, he is treated more like a palace maid. As kids, he and Icarus had a bad relationship but it got better as they grew up. He finds comfort by going down to the sea and speaking to the nice mermaid who shares stories of their life and by also sneaking chats with his fathers huntsman

Momboo- Sleeping beauty. The oldest of two sisters who were born of pure magic and somehow nothing else. She was able to escape the king when she was younger and he attempted to capture her, though he still managed to place a curse on her. Her life force is directly connected to a tree he planted and once it grows to full size she is destined to prick her finger on one of the branches and fall into a death like slumber. She lives in hiding now, the fairies that saved her are still around her occasionally

Ocie- Rapunzel. The younger of the magic sisters, she was not as lucky as her older sister and was locked in a tower by the king at a young age. It overlooks the sea and that’s all she’s ever known. She truly believes the king cares for her like family and that she is locked in there for her own protection.

Wolf- the Huntsman and the wolf. The former huntsman of the king, the king sent him to kill Icarus but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He lied to Fable, however this was found out and he punished him by turning him into a wolf.

Oscar- somehow all of the three little pigs in one. He made all three houses and got chased out of all of them :(, a wolf chased him to a tower which he climbed up and found a lady inside!

Centross- Robin Hood. Is definitely in love with one of the kings huntsmen. Centross witnessed him get turned into a wolf and tried to kill the king over it. However, the king framed him for Wolfs disappearance and guards chased him out of the city. He got chased out into the woods where he came across a weird guy with a lot of birds who definitely looks a little familiar. They fought for a bit until he got chased again to a tower that looks like it might hold something valuable

Jerry- Guard archetype. This criminal he’s chasing has been blamed for the disappearance of his best friend and while Jerry doesn’t believe that wolf is dead, he does believe that centross is to blame.

Athena- Little Red. A Prince from a now destroyed land being raised by their mother in the woods. She warned them not to stray from the path but damnit there were shiny things out there… They were chased by a large wolf before running into a strange person with many birds. He’s staying with them for the time being until the coast is clear…

Jamie- Goldilocks/beast. Jamie woke up one day as a small bear cub with no memory. Unbeknownst to them, they used to be a prince but was cursed by the king to become a bear. They broke into the house of some humans but was quickly shooed out after trying their food, chairs, and beds. They found a small cottage shortly after with a nice lady inside

Easton- jack and the beanstalk. Following the death of their parents, Easton had to sell their favorite cow (rip Martin) at market. They were offered three magic beans in return and…for some reason…agreed. Easton planted them but for a while nothing happened. A week past and suddenly- big beanstalk sprouted. Easton found a city in the clouds and attempted some theft, much to the dismay of the giants. Along with numerous other injuries, they lost their sight escaping but was taken in by a kind woman who brought them to her home.

Ven- Kai (The snow queen) Broken shards of the kings shattered magic mirror embedded into Vens heart and eyes. He now serves the king faithfully. The shards have turned him cruel and he can no longer see the beauty in anything besides the kings magic. Only those who have been at the castle for a while know about the kind natured person he used to be. Icarus was able to slightly melt the shards in his heart but was unable to completely do so before their father found out.

Caspian- Prince Charming 1. The brother in a set of two siblings sent by Queen Soraza as a peace envoy. He is adopted by the queen though still has rightful claim to the throne. While at the castle he has been seeing some odd things…perhaps more will be uncovered at the solstice ball that he’s attending. He is here for diplomatic reasons and to keep the allusion of peace. He’d much rather be doing anything else as this trip has already been taxing on him. He also was thrown from the ship while coming into port and considers it nothing less of a miracle that he didn’t drown…now if only he knew how.

Arisanna- Prince Charming 2. The only biological child of queen Soraza, nonetheless she does not wish for the throne. Ari does not trust anything here and the tree in the courtyard has particularly caught her eye… the flowers are gorgeous and it’s so vibrant. It’s almost…magical. She is here to investigate the claims that the king is putting curses on people.

Aax- the little mermaid. Interested by the humans, aax has been sneaking up to talk to a boy named Rae who’s he’s pretty interested in. However things take a turn when he watches a man get thrown overboard off a large ship during a storm. The man he saved was dressed very fancy and Aax left him on the beach despite wanting to stay and talk. Aax was told later by rae that this was actually the visiting prince! He wants desperately to follow Rae, to actually meet the man he saved, to not be stuck in the sea. When going to meet Rae on the beach later he finds a different man who offers him a deal in return for legs.

Ulysses- Triton/ the sisters(the little mermaid). Aax’s adopted parent, Ulysses is not very fond of Aaxs decision yet he is still trying to look out for them. After finding out about the deal, Ulysses looks more into it and finds a way for Aax to get out of it in time without losing his life. He’s not super ethical about it but he’ll be damned if he loses another family member to these humans.

Addie- Miss muffet. She owns a spider themed cafe! It’s called “the web” as she’ll always have information for you…just bring something to share as well! Addie lives on the outskirts of the kingdom as she does not wish to be anywhere near the king.

Haley- the mad hatter. A frequent customer at The Web, nobodies actually seen her out of it… most of her rambling means nothing you’re sure…hopefully. The king cursed her with madness long ago but that curse seems to actually have given her a large amount of knowledge of things she shouldn’t know.

Isla- fairy god mother. Nobody knows how she achieved this power nor how she escaped the king. The common people believe her to be dead. She has created a flaw in the kings otherwise unbreakable curses, causing true loves kiss to be the remedy to all of them. Perhaps she has experience of her own to speak from?

I didn’t wanna add too many gods cause honestly that would just make this so much harder but I did try to include all the players! This is already a very long post. Go ahead and try to add the existing gods in if you’d like! I just ask if you’re adding onto my stuff not to move anyone out of a slot

[riverofinkofficial]

There are cages without doors. There are fences cutting endlessly into the sky with no dirt to dig underneath it.. There are trees without leaves in forests I have never seen! In the deepest oceans I am eaten by beasts with thousands of teeth and bears fish me out of water. I fly with Icarus and he falls and I remain. I fly with dragons and they burn me and I remain. I walk on coals and through swarms of hornets. And I remain. There are homes with no windows. There are hollow families and one of them walks through a glass door; I am full of shards between the spaces of my plastic vessel.

Now there is one place where no one can touch. Except for two. The one who remains and she who walks in the glass toward me. There Is only a window that I crawl through to run away from myself because I fear the death of something beyond me which has morphed into a form of myself and made a home inside my clasped hands.

Those are the hands that play the keys of a piano that may never reach anyone at all. One which the puppet master casts into shadows because what is played is honest and not bound by their strict lines. There are no right notes to play but those which are ugly and raw.

So I resort to rash verses, not always with grace and all a bit impulsive. I resort to myths and metaphors to define a reality which I only pretend to know. A reality which is fluid and changes with universes vast and eager to sneak up behind you. I resort to dreams of other places with myself and the Glasswalker. I dream of reality where I am a warrior against beasts which are, in actuality, shards of myself. And I relax when words tangle and jumble out of sense. I am joyfully embraced in the glass bitten hands that I hold gingerly and kiss. I feel best in places that change and move. 

These hands play silent violins in woken dreams watching some other dimension do the same and break into sound. These pink lips scream out in raw energy the songs of others which so delicately find words when mine are too messy to grasp. My best is the things that I feel even when it doesn’t make sense and becomes redundant but then again, some things should be said and repeated and said all over again for our own attention let alone someone else’s. That's the trick, right? To find something that makes you feel in the awkward stimulated version of life.

But we stay in caves with no light to follow. We leave our tracks for beasts to come tear us away. We wear a face without eyes and call it realistic. We find anyway to run away into other dimensions and pretend to be enjoying our own. Why? Why do you cover your already closed eyes? Don’t you know what’s out there? 

We chose to die. We didn’t have to.

[disfrutalakia]

Summary of the 59 pages book some of the girls found:

- first pages open up talking about arkanya myths and how all of them carry a question with no answer and then it starts telling one of those myths

- the story was written by Clara Santos "the one who never wanted to be a writer, but that still wrote" is one of the things she says about herself

- the myth talks about the OMNI, 4 beings that are not humans nor shadow not even spirits, just OMNI. They existed long ago before even fear itself was invented

- Nobody would ever say their names, but their presence could always be felt, they are different from the entities who have something they look after, who has a purpose, the OMNI just were, they just existed

- The OMNI were not created as a blessing or a favor, they were always a sign of ruin, they could only be called once the last codificador was also the last thing holding arkanya itself together, for that, this codificador would have to exterminate every other codificador in their way, which made them something more than human, something that not even the oldest of texts could understand

- There was another condition to bringing the OMNI to life, 4 bodies, 4 sacrifices were needed, 4 lifes taken too early from their natural cycle, their bodies would serve as receptacles, but this would not be a blessing

- the first one to show up was "The one who carries the burden" their hands were empty but still everything they carried had weight, where they walked the earth would collapse, structures would bend

- the second one is "The one who blinds" they have no eyes but even then they could see more than any mortal, their body was made of broken mirror shards and reflections that would never show the same face twice, breaking illusions and getting lies out of things

- after, came "The one who skins the truth" their presence can't be felt by normal means like sight or hearing, but by the collapse of logical thinking, where their feet touched gravity would fail, sound would bend, thoughts would break into irreversible chaos, this is the one who breaks what people are sure about and turns them into dust. Because there is nothing havier then carrying the truth.

- and in last, came "The end that never comes" a shadow without lines that carries an hourglass with no sand in their hands. A cruel reminder that dying before your time is chaos and living too much is ruin

- The codificador didn't fall because of fear, they fell because the fabric of reality was undoing itself

- the Omni brought destruction, destroyed the very fabric of reality until arkanya to beat again, like a weak heart

- After the destruction, the Codificador stayed, not as human nor an entity and much less an echo. They stayed because they transcended, they became something else not because they survive the OMNI, but because they always had been something else.

- after this the impossible happened, the OMNI started following orders, not from the world or from the flow of arkanya but from the codificador, from this their names that before were hidden by the universe were brought into existence. Octans, Mist, Norma and Icarus.

- there is a price, bodies sacrificed to carry such chaos aren't enough, a sacrifice made for love would be necessary, an end so antagonistic to the OMNI existence would be the only way to keep them alive

- and then came Bia Raux, out of all the codificadoras in the world she was the only one who could never be forgotten, carrying the mark of exception withen her, an unique Bia that was the only one who bas absolute control over arkanya

- Bia Raux was the only one capable of restoring the balance that should never have been broken

[jadeylove]

i was rewatching the stream heyhay and sherbert did of them reacting to fanart, so I bring you my opinion on band AU.

Rae's band:

Name - The Starlights

Members - Rae, Caspian, Aax, Fenris, Ocie

Stage names(in the same order as Members) - Shard, Lost One, Perseus, Wolf, Ocean

Manager - Athena + Bruin

Who plays what -

Lead vocals: Rae

Backing vocals: Ocie

Lead guitar: Caspian

Lead bass: Aax

Drums: Fenris

Rival band - The Golden Skies

Icarus' band:

Name - The Golden Skies

Members - Icarus, Ven, Arisanna, Strawberri, Centross

Stage names(in the same order as Members) - Sherbert, Poet, Vex, Momboo, Violet

Manager - Fable

Who plays what -

Leading vocals: Icarus

Backing vocals: Momboo

Lead guitar: Ven

Lead bass: Violet

Drums: Arisanna

Rival band - The Starlights

I will be making a fic out of this.

[lennox0arts]

Icarus laughed as he fell

Credits to fiona for the original poem!

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus knew he was in too deep. They’d said it out loud, leaning against the cave entrance. 

“I’m in too deep now.”

The words left their lips in a shaky whisper that they knew no one would ever hear. They felt so helplessly, utterly alone as they sobbed against the cold rock. The word their friend had once called them circled through their mind.

Failure.

They knew he was right. They’d failed at being a good brother, a good friend, and they’d even failed at being themself.

They knew their back pressed against the same stone wall that had been splattered with the blood of their best friend by the blade of their father. Within the walls of this cavern, the fighting between Centross and their Dad replayed in their head. The purple scythe of the violet reaper turning their father mortal, and sealing their best friend's death wish. The golden sword through his chest. His smile as he faded into the stars, leaving nothing behind but the scythe, the now mortal god, and the son the god had almost killed. 

Icarus laughed as he fell.

They felt their body wrack with cries mixed with confused, hysteric laughter. They felt disconnected from the winged person who stood from the altar staggering towards the fallen god. 

They heard themself screaming, 

“You killed him! You killed David!” Their father simply nodded. Almost as if to suggest it had to be done. As if their best friend had to be killed. Their mind flashed to the memories they’d tried so hard to bury.

Threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

They were in the obsidian bunker, reaching through the gap of the trap that had opened barely enough for them to see.

“David?!” They smiled madly, their matted hair crusted with crimson. A drop of blood traced it’s way down their cheek bone. 

   “David let me out!” They demanded, their voice was rough and scratchy from hours of yelling. The man looked down at them with cold purple eyes,  smiling at the trapped one like a hunter smiles at an animal caught in their snare.

“Y’know, Sherb,” The cloaked man smirked, “I don’t think I will.”

They felt their heart plop into their stomach as they tasted their lunch on their tongue as it forced its way up their throat.  “David! Let me out!” 

“Sherbert. Here’s what you don’t realize. Once a failure, always a failure.”

“Wha-” Icarus  was cut off by the darkening of the world around them. They felt the pain of landing before they felt the explosion of pain in their head.

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world.

And then they were back in the endstone reset, on the destroyed roof of Will’s estate. Their hands shook, rain pelting their face, running down the deep purple inset lines of corruption before dripping off their chin. They flung open their arms and screamed at the heavens,

“Isn’t this enough? I killed her! I did what you wanted!” They were hyperventilating now, their chest pressing uncomfortably against the bow slung around their shoulder. The bow they’d just used to kill their best friend for a goddess that hadn’t spoken to them, or shown that she knew he existed. 

(There is a bitter triumph

in crashing when you should be

soaring.)

They were standing on a trail of “wack.” As they began to take off, the base of their feathers turned into shards of gold that jabbed into their back and shoulder blades, piercing their skin as the feathers and muscles of their wings crystallized into a mess of amethyst and gold. In a moment of silence that most likely only lasted a few seconds, Icarus realized they were on the ground. Mere milliseconds after this thought, the metal that was now their wings shattered into sharp shards, slicing into their skin, logging into their back, digging into the ground.

One word through the pain.

Quixis.

The wax scorched his skin,

ran blazing trails down his back,

his thighs, his ankles, his feet.

They were standing before the lectern at Haley's funeral, watching the explosion of the tree speed towards them. They heard the loud boom and the rattling of their bones. The fire clawed towards them, dragging itself on the ground like a monster lunging towards its prey. The fire nipped at their two-toned jacket, ashes burning their eyes. It caught them up in flames before the world went blank and they heard a page being torn. 

Feathers floated like prayers

past his fingers,

close enough to snatch back.

Snippets of other worlds flew past them, and they caught only a few glimpses. Them trapped in a concrete box trying to save a girl named Charlotte. Them running from a horse sized chicken. Them in front of a screen, talking to words on a box. 

Death breathed burning kisses

against his shoulders,

where the wings joined the harness.

Then they were inside the cave. Watching the fighting once more from their place at the altar. Their chest aching as the skin stretched and rearranged in a glitching mess, each unstable breath more painful than the last. Centross and Fable pushing each other around the cave, each one landing punch after punch. Them, not knowing who to defend.  Seeing their friend fade into the void. Doing nothing to help him.

Yelling.

Sobbing.

Laughter.

Betrayal.

Then, Fable walking towards them, framed by the sunset. 

“I can bring him back.”

The sun painted everything

in shades of gold.

They were back outside the cave. Where they knew they actually were. Curled up into themself. He could get him back. He just needed more power. He was going to kill the primordials and rid the earth of death, or burn the world to shambles if doing so failed. And Icarus, his caged little bird, was going to stand muted at his side in the ashes of a fire they could have put out.

After all,

(There is a certain beauty

in setting the world on fire

and watching from the centre

of the flames.)

[ya-boi-haru]

Hey so-

Rae doesn't have the God shards anymore, yippee, that means our theories of Icarus going after Rae themselves for the shards, isn't canon and Icarus definitely doesn't have to worry about Rae dying now...

Until you remember 'Sins of their Sires' still exists...

[talesfromrimwood]

📜 The Wood Wiccans

- As told by the Chronicler of Rimwood 🕯️

It began, as most tales do, with a discovery.

Adelina Wolford, shaman of the wandering wilds, stood barefoot at the edge of an island none had claimed. It was thick with mists and mystery, but what drew her heart was not the trees—it was a bone structure, old as silence, sunken in moss. And around its base: healing herbs, clusters of ripe berries, and the glint of a forgotten relic—the Heart of Healing, humming with druidic power.

With her loyal undead companion, Icarus, Adelina raised her first shelter: a crude but sacred bone lodge, curved ribs of creatures long-dead forming its spine. It was there, amidst the brambles and the whispering stones, that she founded the Wood Wiccans.

🔥 Season of Signs and Spirits

Lightning struck the island seven times in seven days—each bolt carving a scar into the stone and sky alike. The third strike split the earth by the future sanctum, where a shard of sky-stone still crackled with arcane light. Adelina watched in silence. These were omens. She did not yet know their names—but they were coming.

That same week, Adelina unearthed the bones of fallen warriors tangled in ancient armour, their weapons half-swallowed by time. She buried them with rites of the Wild Moon. It was then she knew: this was not just a home, but a sacred isle.

Months passed and she toiled to build a more permanent structure, that of logs to keep in the warmth. She traded herbs and root for her first beer—a golden drink from a passing caravan, fizzing with strange cheer. That night, a child appeared: Bowers, quiet, curious, and already too old for his age. She anointed him druid with Icarus by Serpent’s Coil River, that embraced the Isle.

🌕 The Covenant of the Wild Moon

Three nights passed until a raid came, from this they captured a raider named Fransesco, wild-eyed but clever. Under Adelina’s guidance, he was tamed—not in spirit, but in purpose. Though he rejected her advances. She converted both him and Bowers to her faith: the Covenant of the Wild Moon, a way of healing, harmony, and whispered vengeance.

Others followed...

Halisalt, a beautiful dirtmole arcane mage, arrived wrapped in dust and charm. Her earth-warping spells mended wounds and shifted stone. Together they raised the Sanctum of Echoes—a temple, a hospital, a gravehouse, and a research hall where even the dead seemed to pause and listen.

Hesk, a powerful undead warrior of the Scourge, was captured next. Despite his grim past, he yielded to the Wild Moon. His axe and silence became shields for the island.

Then came Bec: a sour, travel-worn girl of fourteen, sharp-eyed and thorn-tongued. She hated nearly everyone from her forced conversion by Hesk—except, over time, Bowers, whom she came to regard with the kind of quiet longing that grew in the cold nights.

💍 Unions and Complications

Fransesco and Halisalt grew close beneath the candlelight. When their daughter Ashra was born, the budding village rejoiced. A wedding soon followed, and joy echoed in the sanctum.

In the weeks after, Bec and Bowers vanished on a two-day hunt. No one followed. It was nice for the calm from their bickering. When they returned, they had not quite fallen in love—but they no longer stood apart. At the harvest, it was clear Bec was pregnant. She bore a daughter: Benedetta, and she and Bowers married before the year's last snow.

While Adelina hunted direwolves and tamed horses for the colony’s future, Halisalt bore a second child—Elsie, gentle as moss.

🔥 The Burning and the Bones

Then the sky split open. A magical surge sent fire and earth elementals raging across Witches' Isle. The Sanctum shook. The fields burned. Hesk fell defending the others—his death was noble, his burial silent, sealed in a bone sarcophagus deep within the Sanctum.

New lives came to balance the loss.

Riku, a handsome, brooding butcher, arrived with blood on his hands and poetry in his eyes. And quietly, beneath ritual smoke and candlelight, Adelina took Bowers to her bed.

Then came Thorsten, a mighty chromomancer, whose gift wove hues from shadow and bent the threads of time to his will. He arrived bare of raiment, his fiery mane and emerald eyes blazing like the forge’s flame. He fell swift and sure, hopelessly enamored of Adelina. Yet she was already with child by Bowers. When she bore a daughter, Valerie a Brightmage, both stood steadfast, loyal champions to their dark queen.

🌲 The Tangle Deepens

When an ancient troll stumbled onto the isle, the coven stood as one against the monstrous threat. They rained down a hail of magic, bows, and arrows at the North Gate, striking from shadowed watchposts and tangled wood. The beast howled and staggered, but they felled it together—unyielding in purpose and fierce in resolve. Its bones were gathered and burned in a pyre near the original structure, where Adelina first knelt, a silent testament to their strength and unity.

But the unity would not endure.

Halisalt, radiant yet restless, began a secret affair with Riku—a quiet man, ambitious and tempered for leadership. Francesco, withdrawn yet resigned, bore witness as his wife shared each bed as she willed—her heart divided, yet ever a dutiful mother. Though it was a hardship, his love for her endured, tempered by understanding and quiet sorrow. Meanwhile, Bec, heavy with child once more, though newly wed to Bowers and heavy with child once more, Bec was keenly aware of his wandering eye—drawn oft to Adelina, much to her disquiet. She bore triplet sons, Bhedan, Baro, and Balphoris, each marked from birth with the sacred sign of the druids. The children grew like roots and stormgrass. The next generation, the promise of the Wild Moon, and so the Isle endures.

💍 The Sanctum Wedding

They married beneath the vaulted ribs of the Sanctum of Echoes, where the air tastes of sage and stone.

Adelina, robed in black and bone, walked alone down the candlelit aisle. Her hair was braided with silver thread, and in her hands she held no bouquet—only a sprig of dried healroot, tied with red wool. Thorsten, ever the chromomancer, stood waiting in a pale green cloak, his eyes bright, but shadowed.

None dared speak of Valerie, swaddled and still in her cradle. Nor did any name her father—Bowers, seated apart from Bec, his countenance calm as a pond untouched by wind.

The Sanctum held them all: the coven, the converts, and their young. Faintly the runes shimmered upon the stone, casting a hush upon the gathering. They spoke their vows in the Old Tongue, as was decreed by custom, and the walls returned their words—soft, belated, yet clear as truth.

Only Bec cast a glance askance, toward the great stone door that sealed the crypt beyond. There lay Hesk, entombed in silence. Once a champion, now little more than a name half-remembered. His sarcophagus had gone unvisited these many moons, while the Sanctum rose about him like ivy over forgotten stone.

Now the Wood Wiccans number many. Witches’ Isle stands walled and warded—a haven strange and solemn, steeped in new sorceries. The moon climbs, silver and slow, and still Adelina writes, her candle guttering in the draught.

Some whisper she readies the next chapter.

Others say she hides it.

Thus is the record kept, and so the tale stands—etched in ash, bound in bone, and whispered through leaf and stone.

Yet the candle still burns low in the Sanctum, and the moon does not sleep. Signs stir in the roots. The isle breathes.

Should your spirit turn again to Witches’ Isle—if dreams drift toward the Sanctum’s vaulted hush or the hearthfire’s hush—speak it. The Chronicler waits, quill in hand, ear to stone, as is their charge.

For though this chapter ends, the next may already be forming, if you will it...

And silence, like ivy, hides many dead things.

🕯️— The Chronicler of Rimwood

[im-an-anthusiast]

Burnt butterfly

A butterfly burnt, catches my eye

With wings riddled with holes, it does fly

I stretch my fingers, towards the sky

Through hands riddled with holes, it does fly

On mirror shards bloody, I won’t choke

Won’t lay down, die in fire and smoke

In my own blood, my teeth, I won’t soak

Won’t go drown, in our shared, crimson joke

My star, the very dearest, I see

Your scar, is my wound, healed yet to be

I won’t, be your Icarus, not me

I will, heed all of your words, you’ll see

You do not wish me close to the Sun

Burning on a candlewick; that one?

But without it, I too, would be gone

For I am not wax, but flesh – your one

My scar, is not like your claws, please see

Your star, in your sky, I want, to be

I won’t, ignore your warnings, not me

I will, hear you, Daedalus, you’ll see

On mirror shards bloody, don’t you choke

Don’t get swallowed, by fire and smoke

In your tongue’s blood, your teeth, don’t you soak

Don’t get drowned, in our inside, inside's joke

A butterfly burnt, you catch my eye

With wings riddled with holes, still you fly

I stretch my fingers, as to say bye

Through hands, riddled with holes, off you fly

My burnt butterfly

Winged victory, I cry:

I may never, fly as high

But for me and you, I must try

Lovingly dedicated to my Nike, to the triumphant @magnoliasandarson

[natdpoetry]

Tourist’s regret

I went to Paris,

I think I did it all wrong

I saw the Seine for what it was

grey, iridiscent, turning to brown

I thought about how

If you jumped in with rocks in your pockets

You’d die of poisoning before you’d drown.

Notre Dame still in construction

at a bar, an old man thought

he could offer me a distraction

His advances were crude

I drank his wine,

afraid not drinking could be rude

His eyes scratched at my skin,

he thought it was a caress.

I’ve stopped drinking wine

ever since I’d gone to Paris.

The snowglobe I got there

Found it’s end on a wall

The tiny Eiffel tower, still stuck in concrete

The glass shards cut my flesh

I’ll deal with them tomorrow.

I regret picking up when Paris chose to call

I should’ve let it go to voicemail

Like Icarus

I had it coming,

a mundane, everyday fall.

I pieced back together the snowglobe

But I left it empty,

hollow.

[whosthere54]

Icarus was always in some type of pain. Weather it was the dull residual pain of their potion scars, pain that feels only faintly like the burns they came from, or the sharp crystalline pain of shards embedding themselves into the skin of their back, along their shoulder blades and grazing their lower back as their wings hurt and *shattered.*

Maybe they were in pain when they woke up in the town hall, dull yet sharp pulsing pain over their entire body- *maybe it was mainly their front and their arms and the base of their wings (the only evidence they’d ever worn them in the first reset before their memory), they didn’t quite have time to exactly turn away from the explosion now did they-* not leaving any visible scars but maybe it left a dull pain *everywhere* and their ears that never stopped *ringing*- (they were the closest of the funeral attendants to the explosion after all, standing on that stage with the book still in their hands as they turned and even moved *closer* to try to get Centross *Away from the button*-)

Maybe they were in pain when their body was tugged between worlds, pulled into and out of the quartz fortress that was existing outside of reality, maybe their eye hurt when they think about memories that aren’t even *theirs* but maybe it leaves some other pain. The pain in their chest when they find the sunken raft, the sharp zapping pain that now they would compare to the feeling of being struck by lightning (though they shouldn’t have to know what that feels like)-

They felt many different types of pain. But the pain in their chest was so much different yet entirely the same at the same time. It felt like all those different things, burns, zaps, sharp, dull, *excruciating* yet something that they could push to the back of their mind if they really tried (even if that’s only what they told themself), it felt like their nerves were on *fire* but also the cold type of pain- the cold that almost *burns* with how cold it is.

They can’t help but wonder if this is what Momboo felt before they killed her. What Ven had felt even with that small amount of *whack* before Centross reverted it back. Maybe Jamie felt it, if their touch killed and changed anything then why wouldn’t they believe their weapon would do the same?

[fourfoldfires]

i know it's likely that zero is our thirteenth shard (is it confirmed? i'm not caught up on 6.4 msq) but... in some little corner of my heart cylva has always been and will always be florian's