i like fantasy and cute stuff

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

little spoiler from the 3rd chapter of "one way or another", my #dunkaerion modern au :P

you can read it at https://archiveofourown.org/works/88056266

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the exiled prince

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the concept of modern!au tboy Aerion Targaryen with his corny ass pinterest tattoos seducing everyone and their moms on twt. hmmmm. inject it straight into my veins please.

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my Shayla... my Claudia...

art by me, electrart

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Today, someone stepped on and killed a caterpillar I had been caring for and watching grow and fatten for metamorphosis.

They left it to die, slowly. Juices flowing, legs twitching. One day, it was gonna grow wings. It was going to be a hawk moth, beautiful and elegant and majestic.

But though it was still green and fat, it was already beautiful, elegant and majestic to me. I loved it. All living creatures, big or small, are deserving of love and grief.

Artemis shows me the cruelty and the death, even though it pains me time and time again, because she knows it is not in vain. That caterpillar will feed the earth and the worms and the plants, and I will grieve it, and remember it. So here's a poem for it.

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years ago, I felt a strange inclination to draw a red-headed girl in a meadow with a goose. I didn't know her name then, but I think I do now, after finally reading Sunrise on the Reaping and immediately thinking, as soon as I closed the book: "I need to bring Lenore Dove to life". Then I remembered, maybe I already have.

I guess she's just that memorable.

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i'm so glad you posted about your fanfic update and tagged it, made me realize i forgot to bookmark the tab, gonna continue it now yay

YAAAYYYYYYY YIPPIEEEEEE AAAAAAAA

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me when I'm at the pathetic whimpering bottoms competition and I see Jayce Talis

(this chapter is coming out tomorrow be there or be square link is here)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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hey yall don't mind me I'm just here to leave the fanfiction I am writing where Viktor and Jayce wake up in a parallel universe and have to confront the fact they're absolutely hopelessly in love with each other while also having to rediscover who they are in a new life

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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My commissions sheet if anyone is interested! Things to consider:

- I don’t do NSFW

- I don't do Furries (lack of skill)

- Payment is through PAYPAL

- Prices are negotiable (can go up or down depending on what you need and want)

For my portfolio, check my behance and my Instagram: https://instagram.com/_electrart?igshid=MmU2YjMzNjRlOQ==

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i was feeling the cottagecore vibes.

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Fantasy

I know. I know she is but a fantasy I've created in my mind. I know she's but the reflection in the waters that drowned Narcissus. But by the gods, I want to drown. I want to drown in her like I have never wanted any self destruction. I want her to break me into a million little pieces and scatter me in the wind. I want her. But what do I want? She is not real, she is a mirage, she runs from me like water slipping through my fingers! I want her to mercilessly kill the romantic in me and make me into stone. I want to remember her bitterly until the day I die. Ugh, but I do not know what I want. I don't know her. I don't know this fantasy.

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His name is Harold and he is very excited for his first day at frog wizard school 🐸🌿🪄

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a faun - my faun

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Living death

I am full of love and full of pain

I'm a mighty river held and dammed

I explode and burn like forest fire

And I wake and sleep and live and die

I will run and scream and writhe with hate

And I cry all night and trust no faith

I'll destroy myself and eat my skin

I will scatter my heart through the wind

I want broken legs and exposed nerves

I want nothing less than I deserve

I will rupture my Achilles's heel

And drown to force myself to feel

Then I'll lock my wonder in a box, swallow dirt and spit it out

I will dig myself a shallow grave, fill it up with dreams and moths

Then I'll feel no more than a dull ache

And I'll die alive and sleep awake

[headspace-hotel]

I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we’re too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that’s what the stars really look like?

I think it’s like. You need vivid experiences that can’t be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don’t mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that’s like…we’re inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there’s always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.

You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.

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Artemis

Am I still wild as spring, free as song?

Am I a child gone, a woman green?

Untamed, unclaimed, unbroken flesh

My hair grows long, my heart unseen

My soul belongs to the moonbeams

My skin will ache but never bleed

I remain safe within your creed

I’ll dance and sing and spin

Night prayers for my Queen