The deed is done.
Red. Her lips always bore crimson as their paint. Today, something felt very different about her rituals.
A deliberate hand guided the enchanted brush across her bottom lip. Careful strokes just under her Cupid’s bow set the same color to her upper lip. Fire sparkled in her eyes and back at her. Today, she was a creature of determination. Her blood had boiled strong and quiet since Sunday night, and now it had set afire inside of her.
The deep red she painted upon her eyelids looked like blood, she told herself. Adrya wondered if her very deliberate choice of color had anything to do with the despicable plans she wove in the back of her head every minute of the day. This would be the day, vindication whispered in her mind. Today, she would have her vengeance.
She had not stopped burning in her waking hours since she arrived home from the Veiled Eye. The raging fire that lingered at her feet but never consumed her was a warning to all who crossed her path these days.
The Shadow cradles us and the fire washes us clean.
"What a load of shit," Adrya whispered to herself as she began to gather her stray curls.
One after another, her fingers brushed each lock of hair up until she pulled ever strand up and wrapped it into a loose bun. Selected curls were pulled out to fall down her face again, and others fell victim to glimmering emerald pins.
When she woke that morning, Adrya Blackdawn was ready for war.
Now, she looked the part.
Me right now, making Adrya do very bad things:
Assassin’s Creed with kittens.
me playing morrowind: i don’t wanna go into daedric or dwemer ruins.
me playing oblivion: i don’t wanna go into ayleid ruins or oblivion portals.
me playing skyrim: i don’t wanna go into dwemer ruins or nordic dungeons.
EXCUSE ME THE RUINS WERE THE BEST PART.
Fuck Oblivion portals, though.
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
I don’t give a rat’s ass about astrology or put any faith in it, but I really, really like these. Apart from the rocking illustrations, I love short, surreal, sort of fatalistic poetry (see WTNV twitter and Sexts from the Void) so.
"The answer is no" ha. Awesome.