ardent blue
23-year-old queer female student. I post art, fashion, comics, anime, photography, and lots of Yugioh: Duel Monsters.
23-year-old queer female student. I post art, fashion, comics, anime, photography, and lots of Yugioh: Duel Monsters.
The Contendings of Horus and Seth are some of my favorite myths to curl up around. Nothing like sexually-charged mayhem and gore to read with a cup of tea by the fire!
My first print for Otakon and it’s not even fanart, whoops. These designs are actually my Filip playing the role of Seth and Kat’s Bay as the valiant Horus. I first put them in those roles for my senior thesis and got addicted to it. I’m working on some Norse gods next, then I’ll be visiting the Greek pantheon before stopping at the Batfamily. Wish me luck!
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I don’t know why Horus is so white but hey! My favorite myth!
ETA: Oh it’s because it’s an OC as Horus ok
The Forties
Franz Wright
And in the desert cold men invented the star
[Trigger warning: sexual abuse.]
Ghost Story
Matthew Dickman
for matthew z and matthew r
I remember telling the joke
about child molestation and seeing
the face of the young man
I didn’t know well enough
turn from something with light
inside of it into something like
an animal that’s had its brain
bashed in, something like that, some
sky inside him breaking
all over the table and the beers.
It’s amazing, finding out
my thoughtlessness has no bounds,
is no match for any barbarian,
that it runs wild and hard
like the Mississippi. No, the Rio Grande.
No, the Columbia. A great river
of thorns and when this stranger
stood up and muttered
something about a cigarette,
the Hazmat team
in my chest begins to cordon
off my heart, glowing
a toxic yellow,
and all I could think about
was the punch line “sexy kids,”
that was it, “sexy kids,” and all the children
I’ve cared for, wiping
their noses, rocking them to sleep,
all the nieces and nephews I love,
and how no one ever
opened me up like a can of soup
in the second grade, the man
now standing on the sidewalk, smoke smothering
his body, a ghost unable
to hold his wrists down
or make a sound like a large knee in between
two small knees, but terrifying and horrible all the same.
Mermaid Song
Kim Addonizio
for Aya at fifteen
Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself
upside down across the sofa, reading,
one hand idly sunk into a bowl
of crackers, goldfish with smiles stamped on.
I think they are growing gills, swimming
up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl,
my slim miracle, they multiply.
In the black hours when I lie sleepless,
near drowning, dread-heavy, your face
is the bright lure I look for, love’s hook
piercing me, hauling me cleanly up.
Question
May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
Amazing, beautiful ayakashi themed set.
