CHILD OF MOSS, BORN IN THE MIRE
TRUCKIN AND FUCKIN IS ALL I DESIRE
child of verdance, from ashes i rise
to wander the forest and kiss the blue skies

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@wolfnymphsuggestions
CHILD OF MOSS, BORN IN THE MIRE
TRUCKIN AND FUCKIN IS ALL I DESIRE
child of verdance, from ashes i rise
to wander the forest and kiss the blue skies
She is raw and soft like rabbit hide. Her hands are small, her eyes are wide.
She is hard and hungry like a fox's tooth. Her hands are eager, her eyes are sly.
she is wild and brilliant like a fallen star. her hands are weathered, her eyes are bright.
Every time the moon falls out of the sky I will catch it in my antlers and place it back where it belongs, but I cannot help every shooting star. please, for your sake, try not to fall.
Draw me out like a fern unfurling and I will tell you of the leaves beneath my skin; that I spend the night planning the paths of my roots and the places that my hungry fingers will know; that I keen into the sky for light and beg the clouds for rain-- and how I believe and I hope and I have to believe that I am more than the crawling ground that I started with-- how even if I am only ivy I've vowed to climb so high the birds will wonder at my leaves. I just want to grow-- is that so much? I furl again in the night.
Sometimes I feel like I’m being tugged in opposite directions. And if this tension keeps up I’m just...gonna fall apart...
need a hug?
Only almost every minute of my life.
c'mere, then. these wings aren't just for show - i'm told they're really soft!
Relax, make yourself at home. My place is a bit more comfortable than most on Pandora, or so I’ve been told—!
Hey! Don’t look in that drawer, please. Seriously, what’s in there is only MY business. or possibly the business of someone who’s in my bed...
heh, sorry, i'm told i have a tendency to poke my snoot into everywhere it doesn't really belong.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m being tugged in opposite directions. And if this tension keeps up I’m just...gonna fall apart...
need a hug?
Woah, woah! You shouldn’t walk on that leg!
Come here, let me carry you.
says the person who shouldn't be walking on either of their legs right now. let me see if i can find my sled...
Sad I have to write this out, but abuse and trauma have zero benefits to anyone’s life. You can learn anything the kind way. You can become anyone the kind way. There is no reason whatsoever to traumatize you. Everything can be done without abuse.
You remember everything. Every detail. Every inflection, every twitch, every crooked smile…
Rage, regret, and despair run through your mind; and you taste iron in your mouth.
You remember everything. Every word. Every face, every place, every scorching loss…
Rage, grief, vengeance burn in your throat; you taste smoke rise into your mouth.
You remember everything. Every sound. Every sight, every motion, every painful moment…
Fury, remorse, and wrath twist in your thoughts; and you taste bile in your mouth
You remember everything. Every signal, every copy, every tear stained pair of eyes.
Guilt, sorrow and betrayal lash at your heart; and you taste the bloody dirt in your mouth.
you remember everything. every moment. every crash, every roar, every cry of agony from the trees.
fury, confusion, and helplessness burn in your newly-minted soul, and you taste bitter, polluted smoke in your mouth.
Shatter the mirror and forget who you used to be.
Break the chains and remember why you can never stop fighting.
Drop the plate and remind yourself what you’re serving.
bare your teeth and show them who you believe.
Show Your Rage And Let Them Know What Fear Is
Look the other in the eye and show no tears.
Kill the lights and bring them to their knees.
burn the expectations and take their crown for yourself
Steal their tech and make them pay
find yourself and live in spite of their best efforts
If you grow a forest in your pain, it will forever lie in rotten leaves. The rain will turn sour as the ashen earth snaps its teeth, and the roots of the tallest trees will shrink from the salt in which they are set. Find your shovel amongst the weeds and dig once more– dig through clay and stone and pain until you are at the seed that started it all– and give it love. Give it kindness. Plant it in soft soil and forgive its false springs and withered stalks; it grows in new earth now. Someday its branches will kiss the clouds and taste sweet summer rain; for now, you do not need a forest. You only need time.
A new wound, a new story, a new scar
a new tassel, a new song, a new memory
...is anyone else hearing music or is it just me?
huh. think i might hear it too...
Y’know. Even when I’m all alone. No help, no tech, no weapons, and you have help, advanced tech, and you’re armed to the teeth.
Even when its down to just me, my muscles and my brains...
I’m still so much better than you.
yeah! you tell him!