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* ur accs r so cunty im screaming like... Omg
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/ I’m in so deep I might free a chapter
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/ she’s a proud man hater, The most lesbian to ever lesbian, has never once sought after male validation. She’d rather die xoxo
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A͟C͟T͟ ͟I͟ ͟:͟ ͟ ͟[͟ ͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟Q͟U͟E͟S͟T͟ ͟F͟O͟R͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟S͟U͟N͟.͟ ͟ ͟]͟
(͟ ͟ ͟M͟O͟T͟H͟E͟R͟,͟ ͟ ͟P͟L͟E͟A͟S͟E͟ ͟G͟U͟I͟D͟E͟ ͟M͟E͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟.͟.͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟I͟ ͟W͟I͟S͟H͟ ͟T͟O͟ ͟F͟O͟L͟L͟O͟W͟ ͟A͟N͟D͟ ͟S͟E͟R͟V͟E͟ ͟I͟N͟ ͟Y͟O͟U͟R͟ ͟T͟R͟A͟C͟E͟S͟.͟ ͟ ͟)͟
* IT TURNS INTO A HARROWING JOURNEY ; THOUGH THE PLETHORA OF NATURE ENCAPSULATING HER VISION EASES HER, FEATHERY WINGS ARE NOW T͟I͟R͟E͟D͟, AND HEAVY. ENO DOES NOT REMEMBER HOW LONG SHE’S BEEN TRAVELING FOR — SEARCHING FOR ANY SORT OF SIGIL AS TO H͟O͟W͟ ͟H͟E͟R͟ ͟D͟E͟S͟T͟I͟N͟Y͟ ͟S͟H͟A͟L͟L͟ ͟B͟E͟ ͟C͟A͟R͟R͟I͟E͟D͟ ͟O͟U͟T͟.͟
IT GREETS HER BY A MEANS OF THE DEMESNE SHE CURRENTLY HAS LANDED ON : OBSERVING FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A BYSTANDER, SHE’S GATHERED THAT THE CREATURES HERE PARTICIPATE IN RITUAL WORSHIP — JUST WHAT THEY ARE WORSHIPPING, SHE HASN’T QUITE FIGURED OUT.
THAT IS, UNTIL SHE STUMBLES UPON IT. THE BEAUTIFULLY CARVED - OUT GROOVES IN THE STONE OF THE SYMBOL ALL TOO FAMILIAR TO HER : [͟ ͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟S͟U͟N͟.͟ ͟ ͟]͟ ——- (͟ ͟ ͟M͟O͟T͟H͟E͟R͟ ͟S͟U͟N͟,͟ ͟ ͟M͟Y͟ ͟M͟O͟T͟H͟E͟R͟ ͟S͟U͟N͟.͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟S͟H͟E͟ ͟H͟A͟S͟ ͟T͟R͟A͟N͟S͟C͟E͟N͟D͟E͟D͟ ͟F͟R͟O͟M͟ ͟C͟I͟R͟N͟I͟C͟U͟S͟ ͟ ͟;͟ ͟ ͟ ͟T͟H͟I͟S͟ ͟I͟S͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟S͟I͟G͟N͟ ͟I͟ ͟H͟A͟V͟E͟ ͟B͟E͟E͟N͟ ͟L͟O͟O͟K͟I͟N͟G͟ ͟F͟O͟R͟.͟ ͟ ͟)͟
THIS MOMENT ; THIS RECONNECTION, EVEN AGAINST COLD STONE, CAUSES HER TO REACH OUT. PLACING A HAND AGAINST THE DRAWINGS OF THE SUN, COSMIC TEARDROPS GLIDE GENTLY DOWN THE SOFT FLESH OF THE ANGEL, EYES FLUTTERING SHUT TO ABSORB THIS REUNION.
UNTIL, THE SUDDEN RIPPLE OF FOOTSTEPS CAUSES HER EARS TO TWITCH. A͟N͟D͟ ͟S͟H͟E͟ ͟S͟O͟O͟N͟ ͟R͟E͟A͟L͟I͟Z͟E͟S͟ ͟S͟H͟E͟’͟S͟ ͟N͟O͟T͟ ͟A͟L͟O͟N͟E͟.͟
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/ The importance of queerness in fantasy , a thread:
In generalized fiction queer characters are often used as a side plot, the pushed off minor development , the attention grabber to a more than overdone heteronormative storyline—no, I’m not saying heteronormativity in literature is bad I’m just saying it’s common. As a consumer of performative media (books, tv, film, ) and
as a queer woman myself , I find myself searching for a character I can relate to. Someone that’s the main plot, or the villain , or just someone who holds legitimate weight to the story outside of the baseline of their sexuality. Now, it is a big part of who they are, it doesn’t have to be ALL of who they are. Normally when there is a lgbt+ confirmed character ( generally speaking of the content done by creators on this app and loosely by mainstream media) most of the story/ their personality is based on the fact they’re gay as if nothing else is truly important. I’ve seen it done multiple times on here as well, and it’s weird to me—to see people obsess over someone’s sexuality and create these tone deaf takes that are just….weird.
I’m in no way saying that people should stop creating or headcanoning these characters but it comes to a point where you have to ask yourself : am I fetishizing this community for validation and hype or am I actually putting thought into this and making it right? Because just being like ‘omg they’re *insert a corny tag line abt being gay*! ‘ 24/7 is just….weird behavior. Like joking is cool! It’s fun ! I do it all the time but when it’s the entire personality/ plot/ development ….It’s like all some people focus on and then discredit the character completely which is insulting to the community itself. It’s very telling most of the time of WHO is writing in which way.
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/ side note, I will be furthering this in the main book ok @withercd and going deeper into this, because it’s a topic I believe should be discussed more in depth.
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[3] / I also want to briefly talk about the ‘bury your gays’ trope before someone try’s to bring it up—especially regarding the bone collection (mina and ness). If you aren’t aware of what it is, it’s basically a literary trope that has appeared in media across genre since the end of the 19th century where a same-gender couple and with one of the lovers dying and the other realizing they were never actually gay, often running into the arms of a heterosexual partner. There is also Dead Lesbian Syndrome, though that name has largely fallen out of use post-2015 and the media riots about overuse of the trope. And, as this public outcry restated, the problem isn't merely that gay characters are killed off: the problem is the tendency that gay characters are killed off in a story full of mostly straight characters, or when the characters are killed off because they are gay.
In no way do I participate in this trope or will I. The death of mina and Nacasia (together, they die together) is a pivotal moment that solidifies their love (wlw) for eachother, also symbolizing forgiveness and acceptance through death and through each other. Now while I can sit here forever and discuss the meaning behind their death it’s a conversation for another time. (specifically an upcoming analysis)
Anyways , feel free to discuss.
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[2] / Almost everyone I create and write for is queer ( and this includes even my other characters , The luthor archives, etc ) and I do this for the main fact that I myself, want to see more than just standard for queerness. I write not only as representation that I would want for myself , but for those who are dying to relate to someone who isn’t just the witty side character or the bully secretly in the closet or whatever it may be. I write for the people who WANT to see a badass villain who is queer and do fucked up shit , or see a morally grey character blur the lines of justice and revenge and still go home to her girlfriend and deal with the fact that she did something outrageous— NORMAL ( as they can be in this genre ) characters that can be known for more than just who they love.
Also guys there is more than just three or four sexualities, the community has a wide spectrum and there are plenty of resources that you can use to research. ALSO It’s okay to have canonically straight characters as well …. Like no one’s gonna kick down ur door bc ur character is straight. QueerCODED characters are also PERFECTLY OKAY , sometimes things can be left for interpretation and it still be fine. Now queerBAITING on the other hand is NOT OKAY.
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/ queen of lesbians, queen of glow sticks, queen of carrying vengeful grudges that disrupts a centuries worth of peace and bring forth the worst war the realm of Celieian has ever seen because she got her heart broke by a girl that looks like a tooth pick.
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@callaways / YOU KNOW WHAT!!!! I’ll write a happy ending when you let Mina hold Ev’s hand.
pyratics
THE FLAMING SERPENT’S PURSUIT OF CONQUEST BEGINS IN THE MOUTH OF THE CERULEAN SEA, WHERE SHE IS SWALLOWED UP AND SPAT BACK OUT INTO COLD, GARGLED WATERS. FROM THE NORTH’S ICY THROAT COMES A FLOOD OF FURY, THRASHING AGAINST HER UNDERBELLY WITH THE VIOLENCE OF RUINATION’S QUEEN. SHE IS SAILED EXPERTLY, THE WHEEL CAUGHT BY HER CAPTAIN’S HAND, CARESSED IN THE PALM WHERE HEAT ARISES. BRAVING THE BRUTALITY OF THE SEA COMES WITH THE HUNT, AND HER HEADING POINTS TOWARDS THAT WHICH TEMPTS DESIRE ( FOLLOW THE PATH THAT LEADS TO VICTORY, MY FIERY LOVE, FOR THIS TIDE HAS TEETH BUT YOURS ARE MUCH SHARPER. )
[ MIDNIGHT, BOILING SEA ]
FROM MOUTH TO BELLY : SHE ENTERS WITH THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT CLINGING TO HER MASTS, HER SAILS. THE SERPENT treads through calmer waters, still as the skies that lurk overhead. i. A PREDATOR MUST NEVER BE SEEN BEFORE THE STRIKE ii. SHE MUST SLITHER WHERE THE EYE DOES NOT REACH, ONLY CAPTURED WHEN IT IS TOO LATE. slow and steady, wait until the moment arrives to extend your neck and STRIKE. that she does, and as the distance from the horizon stretches on into one closer to the port side, there is a gain in speed. cannons are loaded by the crew of the damned, heavy with the weight of ONCOMING DEVASTATION, and as the SERPENT nears the FIRE erupts..
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[2/2]THE PATH ALIGHTS BEFORE HER ; COBBLESTONE GLOWING BRIGHT WAITING FOR HER FEET TO FOLLOW THE CREATION OF HER OWN DESIGN. GODS HUNGRY CHANTS OF CATHARTIC WANTS BEAT AGAINST HER SKULL WITH EVERY STEP FORWARD. [ THE DRUMS ARE BEATING AND THEY THIRST FOR BLOOD , BUT GOLD SHALL NOT SPILL AMONGST THE SANDS AND STONE . ]
THE FLAMES DRIP FROM THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS, FALLING DOWN TO THE SAND BRUSHED STONE WHERE FIRE HOLDS THE FALSE GUISE OF GLITTER. ITS STARVED , SO VERY STARVED FOR THE GRASP OF BONE . TO LICK THE FLESH CLEAN FROM THE NERVES SCREAMING FOR MERCYS HAND. IN THE CHAOS AROUND SHE IS THE DIVINE SILENCE GLOWING BRIGHT HEADING TOWARDS THE INFERNO THAT CALLS TO HER GLISTERING FROM THE WATER.
THERE SHE STANDS NOW AT THE DOCK STILL STANDING IN THE CENTER OF DESTRUCTION, ILLUMINATED BY THE HUE BEFORE HER. THE RINGS OF EMBER EYES CATCH ABLAZE, ANGRY, WAITING, SEARCHING FOR THE MASTER BEHIND THE ACT. PALMS ALIGHT AND KINDLE , SWALLOWED BY THE HEAT RISING . THE SEA SHALL BOIL IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT, SHE DECIDES, WITH THE STARS AUDIENCE AND THE GODS ROAR.
[ IF IT IS A BATTLE THEY WANT, A GODS WRATH SHALL BE DELIVERED. ]
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[@pyratics] [1/2]A SUMMERS NIGHT LASTED FOREVERMORE IN THE MOUTH OF THE SOUTHS HEAT. A PEACE SETTLING AMONGST THE HORIZON AS THE SUN FALLS FROM HER PLACE IN THE SKY AS SHE DOES DAY AND DAY AGAIN INTO THE SEA. TO REST THEY ALL LAY NOW, LULLED TO SLEEP BY THE SONG OF CRICKETS AND FLICKERING OF FIREFLIES THAT ENTERED THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOWS. THE STILL STANDING ARE THE FEW SENTINELS WHOSE EYES GROW HEAVY WITH ACHE FOR THE SAND-MANS TOUCH. THE DISIRE TO NOD OFF IS INTERRUPTED BY CANONS FIRE, A BOOM THAT SENDS THE FURTHEREST MAN OFF OF HIS POST AND TO THE GROUND. HELL WAS ON THE WATER BEFORE THEM, SPLINTERING THE PORT RIGHT BEFORE THEIR EYES : DESTRUCTION REIGNS ON WHAT WAS ONCE THE NIGHT OF SUBLIME CALMNESS. — UNDERNEATH THE PILLARS OF IVORY THE GOLDEN QUEEN STOOD WITH A FURY COILING DEEP INSIDE , THE WAY SOME FLOWERS CURL WITHOUT THE TOUCH OF WATER, SUN WITHERED AND DROUGHT STRUCK . HOW DARE ENEMY STRIKE IN HIDDEN MASK OF COWARDICE ? STRIKE WHEN EYES PRESSED CLOSED AND THE GENTLE FLESH OF VULNERABILITY LAID BARE. [ MAKE THEM BURN BRIGHT WITH THE ANGST SCREAMING WITHIN YOUR VEINS. ]
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( 2 ) BEHOLD, THE DEVIL’S CHARIOT, SET AFLAME LIKE A TORCH IN THE NIGHT. HER CANNON FIRE RINGS SYMPHONIC, TEARING THROUGH ANYTHING IN ITS PATH LIKE THE DEMONS RELEASED FROM HELL’S GATE. swords in hand and ferocity in motion, rogue pirates run ramped in search of what glitters and gleams. BUT WHAT OF THE CAPTAIN’S DESIRE? INFLUENCE, FAME... WHAT PRIZE SHALL SLAKE HER GREED?
QUESTION DISINTEGRATES AT THE TIP OF FORKED TONGUE, ITS AFTERTASTE LIKE ASH. THE CAPTAIN HAS YET TO CONTEMPLATE, for there are GREATER THINGS to dedicate such efforts to GREATER THINGS, GREATER BEINGS, GREATER QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED.
WHAT HAS SUMMONED AT THE DOCK? stare casts downward, cruel eyes charting a course towards the GLOW OF THE GROUND. HOT EMBERS, SATURATED WITH FOREIGN POWER is what compels her to stray from the SERPENT’S deck.
I FEEL THE DEVIL’S BREATH UPON MY NAPE. CONQUER, SHE WHISPERS