#epeolatry

[r0tt1ncorpse]

the feeling of being crushed by the pressure of silence

the bursting of the lungs that coherently mirrors the breath of life

the empty shadows that haunt the soul within

seem to be buried far beneath the maggots

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[epeolatry0]

[allthegodstars]

Question for TSC fandom

Is there a word for murdering one's own parabatai?

Murder of one's father is patricide, of one's mother is matricide, of a brother's is fratricide and sister's is sororicide, husband's is mariticide and wife's is uxoricide. There's a word for all that so it stands to reason that there should be one for murder of one's parabatai too.

I'm just really curious and want to know 😗

[azazelsfavorite-blog]

Faith

“You’re lucky I don’t mind.” Sam teased, feeling her legs press against his hips. He had no chance against her slayer strength. Maybe, if he drank demon blood she’d be the one lying on the floor. Those days of his addiction and trusting the wrong people were over.

[clockwork--hunter]

I know I am not your storm to weather,

Your throne to feather,

Your home to savor…

…….

Don’t mean you don’t even have to care

…….

I know I am alone to gather

The rain that scatters,

The roof that shatters…

…….

Don’t mean you don’t even have to share

…….

I gave you all my reign

Then you rest me with the pain

I asked you to stay

And you ran away the other way

…….

I know you like to be free

Free from devotion

Loyalty and faith

…….

Maybe you never learned how to love…

…….

I gave you all my reign

Then you rest me with the pain

I asked you to stay

And you ran away the other way

…….

Now I see you

And you see me

Harvesting my own rain drops.

…….

Now I stand straight

You’re still there

Being blinded by the jewels on my crown.

…….

Now I look at you

You look down

Regret buried with your collapsed kingdom.

…….

I gave you all my reign

Then you rest me with the pain

I asked you to stay

And you ran away the other way

…….

I know you like to be free

Free from devotion

Loyalty and faith

…….

Maybe, but maybe, this time you learned your lesson.

…….

--Fatima Z.

[poetrysoidonthavetofeel]

Epeolatry - the worship of words

When I’m drifting alone in my bed

I scroll through the phrontistery online

Perusing the dictionary of obscure words

Searching for one that feels right

As if I will find answers there

Among those lost locutions

Coveting the warmth of their obsolescence

Worshiping these words that so few write

When I feel like nothing,

the unfamiliar shape

Of new terms on my tounge

Make me feel worthy of life

[clockwork--hunter]

She says she knows her way! Believe me her life is like a play.. Already written script; just obey! If asked, she’ll say, “It’s okay!”

It’s not the life she chose, Like a crumpled rose, The rules that they impose, All the dream they froze, Until it all blows, Then she will arose….

--Fatima Z.

[clockwork--hunter]

Stories untold, Conversations unhold,

Unsent messages, Empty letterboxes....

Materialistic and acquisitive is man’s definition now;

Intellect is absent, Spirits forgotten!

.........

Beauty unseen, Vision unclear,

Nature ignored, Universe undiscovered....

Predatory and exploitative is human disposition now;

Courtesy is missing, Chivalry gone!

.........

--Fatima Z.