This Was Riveting

This was riveting

YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY ….. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a way……!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!

helloo i love your writing!!🥺 i have a request: can we please have another nsfw snippet of an extremely scary antagonist with protag? kind of like the majesty and angel one (or even just a part 2 of that👀)?

Okay - take 2! Let's see if I manage some actual nsfw content this time. (Spoilers…I didn’t. But it’s nearer to the mark?)

"Mirror mirror on the wall, show me the most monstrous one of all.” The antagonist’s voice was barely above a murmur, a hum; all the promise of sweet honey and wicked stings. Their teeth grazed along the protagonist’s throat in the reflection of the glass. “Are you scared?”

The protagonist shivered, even as they jutted their chin up at the image before them. "Of you?" They rolled their eyes. "Please." Of course they were. They were terrified.

But not, perhaps, of this.

"I could hurt you,” said the antagonist.

"Promises promises,” replied the protagonist, only a little raspy.

The antagonist laughed, and caught the protagonist's wide-eyed gaze. They pressed a featherlight kiss to the protagonist's neck, above the desperate thrum of their pulse. The hand not curled around the protagonist's waist, pinning them against the protagonist’s body, stroked down the line of the protagonist's tipped neck, just tracing the jugular, and then down further to their bare chest. Slowly. Oh, so, slowly.

The protagonist's knees threatened to buckle, and wasn't that just absurd?

If they turned, they knew the antagonist would look normal. Well, beautiful. But normal. Human. The glass allowed for no such pretences; it revealed the truth of all things.

"Such a pretty little thing.” The antagonist stared back at them, eyes dark. “Am I what you expected?”

"No.”

The antagonist’s fingers moved in almost idle circles, teasing, testing reactions. Learning how to pluck the nerve endings gifted to them like an instrument. “No?” They sounded amused.

The protagonist squeezed their eyes shut.

The antagonist’s nails dug in and the protagonist stuttered on a hitched breath, looking once more.

“One expects the devil to have horns. Or at least to do the courtesy of appealing to the cliché of tall, dark and handsome.”

“The devil?” The antagonist kissed their throat once more, with lips with that shouldn’t have felt so soft when the protagonist could see the teeth. “Is that what they’re calling me now?”

“They don’t call you anything. That might invoke you. Summon you.”

The antagonist’s hand moved on from the protagonist’s hip, certain of the protagonist’s stillness, dipping instead between the protagonist’s legs.

The protagonist bit down hard on their lip. Heat rushed through them. They didn’t dare try and close their eyes again, but they gave the antagonist more of their weight. More of everything.

“Kind devil, sweet devil, my devil…” the antagonist mocked, breathless, “give me every wicked thing my heart desires.”

“I didn’t say that.” The protagonist’s cheeks burned, even as their hips canted forward.

“Oh, darling.” The antagonist’s voice was purr, “every inch of you is saying it right now.” In one swift move, with impossible strength, they’d spun the protagonist and pressed them against the glass. It was icy cold against their back.

They were facing each other now.

“But don’t worry.” The antagonist fell to their knees, looking up, and such a position should have appeared vulnerable. It didn’t. It only made it seem like such things didn’t matter. The antagonist pressed their next kiss to the protagonist’s hip, and smiled, that smile that was of honey and stings too. “I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the night.”

saw a video that was like “everybody comment what you did today so we can see how everyone experienced something different” and the comments have me tearing up on this train. what the fuckkkk. the human experience

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

Whenever an ugly feeling arises in me, maybe resent, greed, insecurity, etc. I just have to laugh and think to myself, this is what being alive is and I don’t deny my capacity for ugliness, in fact I store my faith in it because that same awareness of my own ugliness is the place I go to when I am aware of my own beauty. I have all the time in the world to sort it out, that’s the thing with self trust. I don’t hide from others and I don’t hide from myself, where there is ugliness I observe it and I don’t turn away.