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Sublunary, The Faraway Villa one piece
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Sublunary, The Faraway Villa one piece
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Have you read Sublunary (Servant of the People)?
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Summary: Post S3/canon. He can live with it. He can live with having to leave those feelings to fester in the bottomless depths of his soul, because there is no other option, and he'd rather repress them and stay around him than admit to them and lose him forever, especially with the knowledge that one day he'll no longer be needed, and he'll be tossed aside, and he'll completely and wholly deserve it. Pining. Slow burn. So Many Feels. Character Study.
Author: @lookindownoncreation
Note from submitter: A Yuriy-centric multi-chapter fic, set after the end of the show. I don't usually read WIP but it's soooo good and at 42+k words as of June 2025, it's nearly finished. More people need to watch SotP...
You send me overboard
Strange things along the hallways. Darkness colors them, in black I color them. Black as the memory most sincere, most bare. The candle where I dwell was white back then:
drip with that black eye. I hope and hope it never stops its burning. I don't worship it, but I seek it… let it burn away all the serum in the viscera of the heart. I devour -
let it devour me - tear me apart, devouring - devouring my hand already burned in black… it doesn't hurt past a point.
No chord where I keep pounding and pounding, no chord for just one single breath, no hell is more abyssal
than being condemned to live in half. You saw the mark upon the blackened hand, and you follow me with so much dignity?! Don't touch the poison of the wild one,
betrayal will not stop me, not at all! Morality has shattered the holy water font, every immorality will read me and the raven will break free from its cage.
It's not for you… it will never be enough. To follow me where my belly is being flogged - in the shadow heavier than memory itself?
Don't feel sorry for my slaughter. Light inside the phenomenon of the While: may your gaze send me overboard.
got a bit of an art backlog ! anyway, started making a video game, burned myself out, but one day ill finish it ! until then heres some of the art i did for it <3
I'm so into this new generation of Egyptian musicians based in other countries. Their music is so Egyptian but also very much Not and it really resonates with how I've always felt sort of Egyptian but very much Not. I've never felt so seen as I do when I listen to their music
Sei que estou sozinha. Que sempre vai ser eu por mim. Mas de alguma forma, eu sinto forças sobrenaturais comigo.
—Sublunarse.
(King Krule) 00Z KK ext. - SUBLUNARY DEMO
