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Vigor Vice & My Time Sacrifice

@eveningalchemist / eveningalchemist.tumblr.com

Dark fantasy, gothic romance, and a good portion of silliness be here. I dabble in so many different activities it would be embarrassing if I wasn't having so much fun. I do writing, fanart, gif-making, video-editing... {My Stuff} {any pronouns, bi/pan, 30s, Canadian mixed race (First Nations, white)}

This is my main blog (est. 2012) where I do most of my reblogging for my favs - many fantasy, horror, and sci-fi stories. I love a good tragedy, and also a good silly. :] I try and tag everything that goes onto my blog but do let me know if you want something tagged.

External Sites: {AO3} {ART INSTAGRAM} {TWITTER} {KO-FI} Feel free to add me on Pokemon Go! I'm in the "polar" region: 8122 7411 4574

Most other tags:

-Franny Choi, I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame

-Twitter user kreophagos

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

-Miranda July, The First Bad Man

-Natalie Wee, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

-Author not found-

-Louise Glück, Unpainted Door

-Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women

-Anne Sexton, The Double Image

-Gregory Orr, Origin of the Marble Forest

-Margaret Atwood, You are Happy

-Jeanette Winterson's,Gut Symmetries

-Comments on a video discussing victims of abuse in Berserk

Ortus Nigenad is like-

What if you were a coward. What if your father was big and loyal and your mother loved you with harpy claws and you were a coward.

What if you were a child and were one of two children who survived while all else perished. You were chosen though not for any good reason. You remember the 200 in silence.

What if you were never a child after that and forever a child after that. So young to everyone else and ancient to the two infants of this cold planet. One with gold eyes and one with black.

What if you watched two girls grow in the most horrible conditions and yet grow still like stubborn weeds in acrid soil. Somehow they were brave. Braver then you st much younger times. Thehnhad each other so no need for you really.

Imagine you try to escape this wretched place the worships deaths and you immediately die and you can’t rest even then. There are responsibilities and you want to resent them but your responsibility is the littlest girl in drearburh. Shes traumatized and scared and she’s always been so clever and strong but you realize now just how much she’s needed. Far more than the lonely planet could give her.

You are a coward and you find your own ways to be brave with a pen and a trembling voice. Somehow it works and you save your adept and you meet with people your own age who are so capable and who actually like you.

You are Ortus Nigenad who survived and died by the whims of far more powerful forces and yet you wielded the narrative of life long after everyone had thought you discarded.

like say what you will but basically what's happend to ianthe is she's spent her entire life playing second to her sister while working twice as hard than she ought in order to compensate for corona's lack of power. while receiving no recognition for her feats of necromatic power. she finally becomes lyctor and is immediately upstaged by cythrea then harrow. gets her ass beat by the former and spends the next book playing second to the latter who's literally gods special favourite pseudo-daughter now. despite the fact shes's more defective than ianthe. oh and then. ianthe chooses god. chooses to be his last loyal saint but oops! his real daughter shows up. so. ianthe still isn't the most interesting or important person in the room. one of the two things she wants the most. plus her shitty coworker is throwing a temper tantrum in her skull this whole time cause she ate him. i'm just saying she's having a shit immortal life so far

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