nature, i guess

writer, student, comic book asshole. i do writing requests/commissions- feel free to message me for info! (she/he)

[dearestaeneas]

Table of Contents!

for the sake of organization, I wanted to make a central place to find my writing on this blog that I can update with new posts as they come! even with self reblogs posts can get lost, so I’m hoping this is helpful (for myself and you!) <3

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original writing

Another Life

Lighthouse

To Aeneas

Untitled (Inspired by OFMD)

Creation [Book Excerpt] THE OLD GOD

Pirate Queen [Book Excerpt] ARDAN

Dream [Book Excerpt] CELESTE

I Saw My Favorite Author Today.

John Dearheart has been dead for 23 years

Calliope

Rot

Diary of Juliette Ashburn

A Love Letter to Gothic Horror

You Again!

Odysseus.

The Other Moss

Body

Gender

Grief Interlude/Parade [Book Excerpt] BRANWEN

Mara Has Been Replaced [part 1]

Mara Has Been Replaced [part 2]

Lux! [Book Excerpt]

Please Like Me, Please Like Me, Oh Dear God, Please Like Me

Eris [EXCERPT]

Deja Vu

Eris- myth [EXCERPT]

babygirl has religious trauma [Book excerpt] BRANWEN

On Humanity

Eris [SECOND EXCERPT]

Moss, Again

Forget About Me [AO3 LINK]

Thoughts (of the Death variety)

Bedtime Story [silly.]

Is That What You Called Me? [Book Excerpt] BRANWEN

Rat Story

Rat Epilogue

Siren.

Freezer Burn

You Were A Good Girl.

Bite

Eris and the Beast

I Hate This Job

Thanks for Visiting!

Branwen and the Old God [Book Excerpt]

Nature Existentialism

Ulysses [Book Excerpt]

Eris and Zeno [TAKEN FROM AN ASK ON MY MAIN ACCOUNT]

Alice and Adelaide

Some Celeste Background [Book Excerpt] / Favorite Celeste :D [Book Excerpt]

Bad Dog

Can You Repeat That?

The Fall Apart Man

Eris Romance

Nora and the Woodsman, part 1

Nora and the Woodsman, part 2

zines!

What Music They Make: Works Inspired by Bram Stoker’s Dracula

horror mini-series

Cassie

Olly

Taco

Catherine

Meeps (me!)

original writing based on tumblr prompts

Vanishings (reblog version) / Vanishings (my version)

fanfics

Scavenger Hunt [Arcana] (Portia)

A Sunny Day [Arcana] (Portia)

Night at the Masquerade [Owl House] (Lumity)

New Beginnings [Arcana] (Nadia)

Buddies [Owl House] (Platonic Hunter and Amity request)

Stuck Together [Owl House] (Boscha x Edric request)

Healing [Our Flag Means Death request]

Accident [Our Flag Means Death] (Blackbonnet)

Eda’s Moving Castle [Owl House] (Raeda)

Easy [Owl House] (Lumity)

Fraud [Arcana] (Asra)

It’s A Start [Owl House] (Huntlow)

✨more to come! thanks!✨

~aeneas

[stjohnstarling]

Getting people to pay attention to art is like feeding a dog a pill wrapped in a piece of bacon. Part of the job of an artist is to find a flavour of bacon you also like eating.

[stjohnstarling]

People are scared of this one but I am right.

[stuft]

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

do you remember why you followed prev

yes :)

no :)

Voting ended onJul 23

[lady-forest]

“Child, why are you crying? What pain has touched your heart? Do not conceal it. Tell me and let us both know.”

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My piece for Sing, O Muse! zine!! Achilles the og mama's boy!! It was fun to experiment with colors and create such a cool project with other amazing artists :)

[masterofthewarcry]

next chart gonna b nipple prominence

[dearestaeneas]

and when Aeneas is in the Odyssey movie for .4 blurry seconds and not even mentioned by name you can be GUARANTEED that i will be on top of reporting it

[dearestaeneas]

Sources Are Telling Me He Was Nowhere To Be Seen

[yimmygee]

the unraveling of callisto 

[segamascott]

[pansyfemme]

one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*

[dearestaeneas]

Aeneas, grief, and memory

Where have they left you, pious Aeneas?

Your true nature, forgotten and lost. Dead so long, I wonder if even you remember.

The author’s death does you no favors- your corpse has twisted violently amongst the currents and crashed against jagged stone. So much time in the water has left you disintegrated.

Even those who look upon you with kindness feel the pieces of you slip between their fingers like so much sand. What are you, pater?

It would be unlike you to rest in death. You have long been denied all the luxuries of satisfying ends.

I wonder, is there a cruel enjoyment in mischaracterization? Surely even I am guilty of it, faultless as I am.

I do not believe you to be cruel, nor do I pretend I would have handled your fate differently. I suspect a version of you, the one I know, would be grateful for this.

But who do I know?

Perhaps you would hate the way you’re spoken of. Perhaps it is my fault you do not rest. Every spoken instance of your name keeps you trapped.

And is speaking even necessary?

The grief I carry in this world feels like a cruel choice. I revel in the pain of it at times. In my heart I truly believe it is love, but it would be a lie if I told you I did not crave the pain of it at times.

You and I have an unfortunate relationship, my Aeneas. I have decided you understand. I have decided you are the tool with which I will claw and bite and scream my way toward self-expression. If it is my fault you cannot rest, I apologize.

Your kindness and integrity is admirable, but so is your anger. Grief is a bloodthirsty creature, and I do not trust a soul who thinks otherwise.

It is large, with sharp teeth and claws, and bloody, matted fur. It shakes its great head violently as limbs and hair hang limply from its maw.

I am so angry.

I am angry for her, and her, and him, and her, and her. I am angry for things I have not yet lost, and I am angry for the word ‘yet.’

I am angry that there are so many kinds of loss, and that I feel plagued by them at all times. Fleeting eye contact, smiles that go nowhere. My capacity for mourning overwhelms even me.

I am so filled with love, Aeneas. I am so filled with love, and it angers me that I want to experience it all. The things that are capable of bringing tears to my eye as I age astound me.

No one has done you justice, my Aeneas. We are incapable of it. From the first moment your name was spoken in a place you were not, you died. We all do. It’s okay.

I do not feel that I should be able to relate to you. It frustrates me that this grief is one of the few constants in this world, like storytelling and food. We cook, and we talk, and we love, and we grieve. I am grateful for the knowledge that you liked these things.

We carry things because we must. And I am happy to do it. It is a very blessed burden. Did you feel the same?

[panthermouthh]

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings."

Brutus contemplates Cassius' words.

[dearestaeneas]

and when Aeneas is in the Odyssey movie for .4 blurry seconds and not even mentioned by name you can be GUARANTEED that i will be on top of reporting it

[anonimea1y]

greek mythology is fun because there's a child soldier who uses the corpse of an infant to beat the king of troy to death in a cold-hearted act of revenge and he's also named after his dad's drag persona

[dyrewrites]

Psst... hey...

Do you like queer horror?

>.>

<.<

Read my books

[dyrewrites]

Two more days to read them for free!

[blended-ice]

Venus and Aeneas. Like mother, like son.

[ganondorf]

i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way