A short piece inspired by @hiraya-rawr's sagau works but mainly references her last resort fic.
Captured and cornered
The crowd calls for your head
It was a mere panicked decision
One you didn't even mean to make
Secrets spill from your lips
Ones you've discovered
Read and remembered
From the time before all this
Stories and promises
Ones that shouldn't be known
All splayed out before them
Like a dam burst open
You can not stop the flow
That tumbles out
It splatters on their faces
Staining them ink and shadow
Send ice through their veins
Freeze them in place
A mirror gaze of stars
That flicker in your blood
Blurring out your edges
Till the shimmer shine of nebulae
Are all that haloes your head
And envelopes your soul
Doesn't it hurt?
That all you're known for
Are stories blown out of proportion
And never truly for yourself?
You have survived
But can you pay the price?
"I don't want to read this" is totally valid.
"This is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't want to read this because it is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.
my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
i support all dark content writers and artists and readers and enjoyers; i don’t have to love everything that you love to respect you and to have your back.
As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”
The vengeance of a wretched god
Whose forgiveness is cruel
And their hunger unabating
They eat and eat
Consume til they burst
Adoration and devotion rots their teeth
Guilt and sorrow taints their tongue
Blood, sweat and tears seep into their throat
As souls line their stomach
It's not enough
Nothing is enough
A god hungers
And a soul yearns
For the piece that was torn
Lost in darkened void
They ache for something to fill the hole
That is all that remains of what they lost
To feel complete and whole
To return to a time before
When things were kinder, simpler
When hunger was not all that they were
@myuni-moon A little piece inspired by your writing. I hope you'll enjoy it.
A cosmos of stardust
Memories of a life never lived
Of a body that wasn't quite right
A companion to the one lost
Haunted by a vengeful past
Bound to secrecy and silence
He waits for painful judgment
But for the one born of starshine
Love and loyalty is not so easily lost
A beginning brought forth
From vicious destruction
A fate once damned
Blooms ever faithful
Two souls lost in the abyss
At last find their way back home
*long-suffering sigh*
just a small psa — if yandere/dark content isn’t your cup of tea, just block and move on. you are in charge of your internet experience.
writing/consuming this genre, as much as it is a coping mechanism used by me and others, does not equate to glorifying it. please utilize reading comprehension and pay attention to disclaimers, and the way these topics are depicted.
does the author of the work you’re reading properly tag and call for the importance of seeking mental health if you/others are portraying unhealthy behaviors? conduct research on the author and confirm whether or not they have a history of condoning shitty behaviors. consume art with a critical eye.
moral senses are not universal and should never be treated as such.
ask questions. cross reference. if something squicks you, blacklist or block! you aren’t the target audience, and that is okay. everything is not for you.
and PLEASE conduct some self–study and unpack your biases with your concepts of good and bad. not everything is black and white. i pray that someday, you learn to be significantly less judgmental with what people choose to spend their time doing. if nobody is being hurt, leave the perpetrator be. moral greyness isn’t evil, bad, and shouldn’t be shunned or demonized.
writers/artists are already given enough shit, no matter the genre. you don’t like it? scroll. block. it’s free. make your own stuff. create what you want to see. art with scary/dark themes has been here for centuries, and will be here after all of us are gone. do you think something is worthy of critique? offer something constructive and move on!
just because YOU!! don’t like a piece of art with dark themes doesn’t mean it should never exist. if you want sterile, clean work then make your own.
and for the love of all, please practice what you preach and be kind.
I'm also going to go on a small ramble in the tags because I love your interpretation but I also have another that I really want to share.
Another piece inspired by @m1d-45. I have normally have great impulse control unless it's writing. Then this happens.
Instincts honed
Through years of wear
It has led them well
When their heart was torn
And their mind in shambles
So why?
Why is it now
That they fail to listen?
It pulls back
Desperate to get away
To plead for forgiveness
For ignorance and arrogance
They do not listen
Not this time
Emotions surge
As their heart thunders
Their mind races
Ignoring the sirens that blare
They raise their blade
Even as something
Someone?
In the back of their head howls
The weapon plunges
Sinking into soft flesh
The thud of a guillotine
A hasty execution
It is a graceless death
That prickles their skin
As a sense of wrongness settles
Something is not right
When they fall to their knees?
Why were they trying to heal the dead?
Why did their soul ache?
Why does it feel so wrong?
Oh.
What have they done?
Thank you! Your other works are also very good but I really liked "the idea of sickness." I haven't seen a mutually destructive(?) one written like that before so it made me want to write a piece for it. bsjacx that's such a high compliment especially since it was such an impulsive piece- I'm glad you liked it!!
The vengeance of a wretched god
Whose forgiveness is cruel
And their hunger unabating
They eat and eat
Consume til they burst
Adoration and devotion rots their teeth
Guilt and sorrow taints their tongue
Blood, sweat and tears seep into their throat
As souls line their stomach
It's not enough
Nothing is enough
A god hungers
And a soul yearns
For the piece that was torn
Lost in darkened void
They ache for something to fill the hole
That is all that remains of what they lost
To feel complete and whole
To return to a time before
When things were kinder, simpler
When hunger was not all that they were
@myuni-moon A little piece inspired by your writing. I hope you'll enjoy it.
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