#storme

[euvolonte]

one mortal. one made.

— my illustrations of the characters from Nina Varela’s “Crier’s War” as my parting gift with 2025, because what better way to end the year than with my favorite duology i finally decided to read in january….

[stormethecat]

I made miiself!

[frozen-orbit]

It was about time i got back on my memery self so here's some Crier's War as text posts (or whatever these are called i don't even know)

[asteriolo]

"How dare he disappear. How dare he be alive all this time and never reach out, never reassure her, never tell her."

"She paused, and realized she was breathing hard. She was so — there wasn't a word for it; she wasn't angry or sad or scared or overjoyed or guilty or betrayed or any of it, she was all of it, all at once, her emotions mixing like oils in bathwater, impossible to separate and define."

"She trembles. Of course she still wore the necklace. It was her only remnant of her life before. Of him. / It was too much, suddenly. She felt like she was going to shatter. She jolted away from his touch, her back hitting the wall. 'Don't. Touch me.'"

Book quotations : Crier's War by Nina Varela.

Songs: Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers / A Pearl by Mitski

[fallenight]

I take no criticism.

[radsmutt]

Only because everybody said it couldn't be done. See what the boys are adding you have to take away. They're adding their hips and the busts. And you're taking away and you are doing just the opposite. You're taking away from it. You're trying to compensate; in other words, your face doesn't match your body but when you're on stage it looks that way. Men's jackets fit loose but the pants were skin tight. And if I ever took my jacket off on stage the dirt was out. But you know the strange thing is I never moved any different than I had when I was wearing women's clothes. The only thing changed...they only saw what they wanted to see. And they believed what they wanted to believe. You couldn't fool children though. The little ones, never. You tell them, 'Oh, that's a guy,' and they say, 'Oh no, mm-hmm, that's a lady.' Some say sir and some say ma'am and that's the way it is. I never change the expression. It makes no difference to me.

Storme DeLarverie from Storme: The Lady of the Jewel Box

[mechowow]

Okay!! Got titles <3 >:)cc 

The Vagrant Cenobite; a shadowdropper ex-cavern worker, once a recluse who was dedicated to her duties, now wanders the planet with her beloved. Life is best spent loving. 

The Exterminator; a part time cavern worker who specializes in exterminating problematic clowns and subjugulators. If there is a troublesome clown, he will stop at nothing to take them down. 

The Syndicate; a high-profile criminal who is most famous for making trolls disappear. An extraction and new identity is within reach, for the right price. 

if anyone has ancestors and would like 2 plot or backplot....... 👀👀