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I find it interesting how Maelle still somewhat haunts the narrative of the Grimdark Office. Yes, she hasn't been around in so long, but yet her influences are everywhere.

This Office and Alice herself wouldn't be who they are today. Alice still has her paintings in the Grimdark Lounge. Even when talking to Leonard, they both are thinking about Maelle and how their roles would be starkly different if she hadn't been in their lives.

And it's not really a fondness or longing, current Alice would stop at nothing to establish dominance if past!Maelle showed up. It's just that her presence sort of echoes throughout everything.

#out of deals #the anomic #the matriarch #headcanons #current alice would never sell herself out for anyone - except melissa ofc #melissa is the only person she'd be a hopeless simp for

nonalimmen

#aesthetic #the matriarch

lilianromantic

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

#musings

lilianromantic

#aesthetic #the matriarch

malefixium

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

#musings

inkskinned

am i afraid of the monster? no. i have been the monster since i was young and drawing curses in the dirt with other little girls. we ate too many blueberries while whispering about nightshade; we buried little doll bodies where our fathers could not reach them. we cut our own hair and drew wolves in the margins of our notebooks. when i loved, did i not love monstrously, all meat of me, all unholy yearning. so wild was my heartbeat, so tender was any girl i touched, so feral in the moon were we. was i ever more alive than holding her hand and howling into the night, singing loudly i exist, i am here beautifully off-key. i have made blood pacts in bus seats and spellcast and kissed her on a hilltop with her hair blowing in the wind and understood the delicious knife of being free.

am i afraid of the monster? what monster knows better than me? i have had to take and fight and claw my way into lovely. i am already haunting my own skin. all of the witches are just my best friends. i have held her hand on church steps and under tables and shouted her name at each star above me. i have lived through the silver bullet and the holy fire and the furious envy.

and none of it, none of it. could kill the wild of me.

#musings #the anomic

voodooya

Stages of Decomposition Embroidery by @calicoranger

#the impure #art #body horror #disease

feral-ballad

Alda Merini, tr. by Susan Stewart, from Love Lessons: Selected Poems of Alda Merini; “The cry of death”

[Text ID: “heart made of rot and solitude”]

#the impure #musings

i-said-im-a-fucking-star

taps sooo politely on the glass of my enclosure. let me out

#the impure #scratch vc :I

valdevia

My shadow isn't mine anymore. It still follows me. It still has the right shape. But I know it's not me. I see its edges fray when I move. I see it squirm when I sit still. I know that when I look at it, it watches back.