𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend.

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[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

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[FINAL GIRL .ᐟ‍‍ @batwieIder]

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[ً @kreophagos]

stand in the trench, achilles, / flame-capped, and shout for me.

[ً @kreophagos]

the blood becoming its own sacrament. the body broken into pieces small enough to consume and not enough to satisfy.

[🍀 @heartfeltbot]

I beg you—he is all that I have,
and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.
Let him be soft, and let him be mine.

[excerpts @godlessbot]

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.

[excerpts @godlessbot]

ORPHEUS: How will you remember?
EURYDICE: That I love you?
ORPHEUS: Yes.
EURYDICE: That's easy. I can't help it.

[ً @kreophagos]

isn't all that rage so ugly? and isn't it mine, still? good god, isn't it mine?

[excerpts @godlessbot]

Body horror takes the concepts of fear, disgust, pain, and evilness and makes them reside in the body. You can move out of a haunted house, but our physical form is something much harder to escape.

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

Tis the season to get messy.

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

A hand steadied against his upper back, a faint smile given. "Good?"

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

"That's probably so. I haven't washed it in a while," he chortles softly, fingers brushing along the pristine fabric.

"I do appreciate it, Geralt. Thank you."

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

He follows after Geralt as he enters Jaskier's room, brows rising at the sight of his freshly washed coat.

"Ah —— thank you, Geralt. I was wondering where that ran off to."

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

The door is opening, a faint simper displayed. "Ah, hello, Geralt. What brings you here?"

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

/ my brain is so tired babe I'm Perishing

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

He melts against Geralt's frame, a hand idly petting down his spine. Jaskier allows himself to romance in the half-asleep, half-awake state, warm, comfortable, even more so now that Geralt has become his personal blanket.

He's welcome to lay with him when desired.

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

/ sorry I'm so spotty, work doesn't leave many brain cells left, esp since we've been ridiculously busy lol. pending replies will be done at A Point

[ً @kreophagos]

THEY PREACH THE BLOOD, IN FEAR WE TRUST! / EMBELLISH IT, IT SELLS ITSELF!

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

—— @ivorywoIf.

[excerpts @godlessbot]

The wound is where something buried or hidden splits open, breaches, and reveals a memory, a site of pain, of suffering and death, but it can also include a joyful sense of new freedom as well.

[ً @kreophagos]

and if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent.

[𝖙he man, 𝖙he myth, 𝖙he legend. @odetoichor]

Drowsy, arms loop around broad shoulders, settling the large frame even closer.