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A brief introduction

Hello all ♡

This is my first blog (yay!), so I figured it was only natural to introduce myself and share a few things you may be interested to know.

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You can call me Fawn (Lady Fawn is also acceptable)

captainkaltar

Thighs out but in a Homeric hero kinda way

captainkaltar

Tits out but in a Minoan priestess kinda way

captainkaltar

Stomach out but in an Aphrodite of Knidos kinda way

captainkaltar

Thighs out but in a Homeric hero kinda way

captainkaltar

Tits out but in a Minoan priestess kinda way

captainkaltar

Stomach out but in an Aphrodite of Knidos kinda way

aeide

test weaving of penelope's tapestry on the chiusi skyphos:

reference:

there are some adjustments I need to make for tension, but I'd like to make the next version into a header band for a warp-weighted loom so I can try weaving the whole pot, including telemachus and penelope.

ruinedchildhood

hamburguesaxd

old things have strange hungers

trippinovergalaxies

Old things do have strange hungers.

Not the loud kind. Not the kind that announces itself or asks permission. It’s quieter than that, patient, almost polite. The way a locked drawer still remembers what was once placed inside it. The way a photograph keeps staring long after the moment has gone.

They don’t want more. They want again.

Again the touch that used to pass through them without thinking. Again the voice that filled their emptiness so naturally it never felt like emptiness at all. Again the version of time when nothing had yet been named as “over.”

And when you stand too close to them, you start to feel it too. That pull backward, not toward answers, but toward echoes that refuse to die properly.

Old things don’t beg.

They wait.