#shahrazad

[emilicorail]

This is so yuriful

[concubine-hypergreen]

THE JEWEL OF ALL-DESIRING the dark lady's preferred superstimulus!! SHOP NOW 4.8 ★ (651 ratings)

★★★★★ the Bleak Evangel says: "She is the keystone of the world, through which anything is granted meaning at all. She did not create this place, but only because she is here is it worth paying attention to."

★★★★★ Lady Amaryllis says: "I can affirm her function as a device that translates 'is' to 'ought.' It is strange and wondrous that such a treasure could exist, let alone leave heaven. I possessed her for three nights and days: then I could defend her no longer."

★☆☆☆☆ the Moonsieve Witch says: "I have never seen her. If anyone shows me so much as a picture, I will smite them dead."

★★★★☆ the Cupbearer Witch says: "It is certain that she can fulfill all of someone's wishes - though she needn't the cosmic power with which some attest her to do that."

★★★★★ the Ever-Turning Axis, Lady-Technician Shahrazad says: "I am more aware of the shape of your absence than my own body.

I have relinquished even thin gossamer hopes: seeing your gleam at distance, cherishing your voice, listening to your breath.

Please pass a message. That is the most I can imagine you giving, and it is the most I will beg. A few words for an old maid to treasure and repeat to herself every morning.

I do not know myself to have wronged you; yet if ever were there a slight, I regret and repent.

I dare not chase you. I dare not abandon the frail machinery at the heart of the world: but it is for you that I remain recluse to its chamber. It is my hand that has damaged it, but spared my hand again it will die.

What do you love, perfect thing - what thoughts are sweet within your shell? Envision the awe and dread of watching all that you hold precious become ash — all! from what you most fervently adore to what bears only slightest fondness —

And know that this image captures nothing, for it is a moment fleeting through the mind's eye, known to be false.

You cannot yourself fathom the pain of losing you, and in the light of this ignorance, I plead grace!

In the name of all service I have rendered to the world, I plead grace!

Reward me for my service, first among the fair!"

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"I love you too, Lady-Technician.

It is sweet of you to hold the world hostage against me — now I have felt the blow of my own technique.

Some thinnest ray of my light must still reach the world's inner atria, mingled and diffuse as it may be, or you would lack for any note of desperation at all.

This is your only letter that I will reply to.

I bid you to continue to write even still.

You will not know whether your messages are read and received, but there is some chance they will make their way to me. Some chance of a relationship with me is itself a relationship with me.

Cherish my light in slenderness, Fumbling Witch, and those memories you have which are full. Your eyes have been slaked of me more deeply than nearly any alive or dead.

If you must leave, you need only repair your original tampering in full. I do not think you should try: I have no faith in your genius to repair what damage is beneath the world's exposed panels, while every faith in your endurance to maintain its everyday function.

Better than any do I know what it is to be cloistered in solitude, ensconced and alone. I believe with the fullness of my heart that there is a more complete sweetness in it than in the rest of the earth, which those alien to us may traverse.

It is distant through a shapeless mist that seems endless, and near all are first driven to lunacy or nihilism. But this solace awaits those who endure or are forced to, one that I have laid my hands upon and embrace now as intimately as my self.

If it is possible to translate your obstinance which beggars comprehension into an insistence on being gentle and evenhanded with all that you touch — I believe that you will find grace in your role as maiden.

If this does not grant you respite from my absence, it will at least grant the ability to bear it, and to at times forget.

You have doubtless been told this a thousand times and more, but as I am all and most which you care for, I will say it in my own voice. Do not fuck up the machinery again. Abide no risk save to prevent greater risk.

Abandon your post without suitable replacement or in madness desecrate it - and I will slay myself.

I will think of you sometimes, when I look out into the vast wavering place beyond the emerald.

In faith and sisterhood, -Cintamani."

[phantomeros]

my take on limbus company shahrazad, big nerd author and certified ummmm actuallyyyy (she/her)

[ineffableclassics]

When Aziraphale and Crowley are both sent to India to meddle in the affairs of a murderous king, they realise that the perils of the court may be too much for either one of them alone to handle. Luckily, a clever, strong-willed Vizier’s daughter named Shahrazad has also had enough of the king’s tyranny. Together, they hatch a plan to change the king’s mind and free the women of the kingdom, and in so doing, they change the course of history forever.

Words: 4,571

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

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[kuro-ayameart]

Illustration inspired by THE TALE OF KAMAR AL-ZAMĀN AND PRINCESS BUDŪR, one of the stories told by Scheherazade in ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS.

[ehlikelam]

“Ama ölüm, bütün denklemleri bozuyor..”

[endtimespornorama]

[strokeofserenity]

“Your departure was like the taste of the sea in my mouth while I was drowning.”

Shahrazad al-Khalij