KC

Heart of the hex

Death of Achilles.

Don’t look down wearing a crown

“Would fall in love with me again if you knew all I’ve done?”

lest sketch

...Then Diomed prayed, saying, "Hear me, daughter of aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable, if ever you loved my father well and stood by him in the thick of a fight, do the like now by me; grant me to come within a spear's throw of that man and kill him. He has been too quick for me and has wounded me; and now he is boasting that I shall not see the light of the sun much longer."

Rainy day

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

“What am I?” “You’re alive!”

Details below the cut :3

the kiss of judas

For you I would do anything

"omg jayce reciprocated" of course! the very nature of being gay lab partners is having some sort of awakening while fucking up your experiment

"The Hermit stands alone on the top of a mountain. The snow-capped range symbolizes his spiritual mastery, growth, and accomplishment. He has chosen this path of self-discovery and, as a result, has reached a heightened state of awareness."

Me when I pine all my days to travel home and see the dawn of my return

once again tormented by how Declan lived in a horror movie his entire life. you're two years old. your parents decide to kill this random new brother they pulled out of nowhere one day with no pregnancy. you display basic human decency to the baby (you are hardly 3 years old) and then your parents agree not to kill it. one day within 6 months of that you wake up and your mom has been replaced by a woman that looks *exactly* like her but Is Not Her and you can't verbalize how you feel about this (you are four) but you Dislike It, and your real mom never comes back so maybe you start to forget why you feel so uncomfortable with cloth mom in the first place. you have no access to any other people except this thing posing as your mom, the random baby that you are told can and will bring stuff out of his dreams, and your dad who is NEVER HOME. and then you are five years old, and every night you stay up to watch your little brother lest he bring back anything like, God Forbid, a human being.

He brings back a baby. He tells you it's supposed to be a better brother, because you suck, because you don't sleep and you live in a house with two fake people and a father who slowly seems to be forgetting who you are. You are six.

You are eight. Your dad starts taking you with him. You get thrown into car trunks and listen to him get beat the shit out of. You realise everyone wants your family dead, at best. Your father seems to have entirely forgotten he was ever your father, and seems only interested in the brother who dislikes you because you don't coddle him like everyone else does. Your father ignores the new dreamt thing, so you and your strange mother take care of it. You are nine.

You're 12 when you have to sell a dream to your father's favorite client. It's a prearranged exchange, more of a child exchanging monopoly money for fake tokens than anything else, but it's only the first time. There will be more. You hand over two dreamt bees. You run back to your father, waiting by the car. You're helping run the family business now, for real. There's too much anxious adrenaline in your ears, but you think you hear your father say her son is close to your age.

When you're 13, your father grits his teeth as he tells you about a man named Laumonier, a beast with three heads. His son in law is a man named Greenmantle, who is a friend now but will not be forever. You force your breakfast down your throat, nauseous. You still do not sleep.

You're 15 when your brother brings home a new friend. He wants to sleep over at his place. You are horrified. Neither your brother nor your father seem to understand why this is a bad idea.

Your father insists on telling everyone about something called a Greywaren. You don't know what it is. You don't think he knows what it is. The worry keeps you awake. Coffee burns a hole in your esophagus that your father fixes with a dreamt milkshake, in the flavor you hate most. It seems everyone in your house likes the new friend far more than they like you.

Then your father dies. Your brother screams first, and you shove him out of the doorway to see what he sees. You'd expected this, but you have no time to scream. You push both the children inside, tell them to call the numbers they should. You close the door behind you as you step outside. You pick your way through the blood spatter, through errant pieces of brain, and pull his wallet out of his jeans. You hide the fake IDs, you search the car for guns, and you stash those away, too. It will not take the police very long to get here. You do not have time to hold your brothers. You're not sure how much money your father's already given to the sheriff, not sure how much you can afford to add. You wipe your feet on the carpet before you go back inside. Your shoes are bloody.

Days later, you have no home, no belongings, one brother-turned-son, and no father or mother. Your other brother decides he hates you now. The new friend wins. You can't verbalize how you feel about this. You are four.