Thoughts I'd Like You To Consider. I'm Sure You'll Have Something To Add And Expand On This As Always

i cant think abt elektra & orestes being twins for too long or ill fr start crying. like the thought of them growing up together, being the only ally each other has, growing closer than regular siblings, creating a world of their own through games & fantastic tales, only for elektra to have to send him away for his safety, renouncing to the little companionship she had in the house, feeling like she just got rid of part of herself, not knowing when or if orestes will ever come back... but doing it anyway cus thats her brother & she has to take care of him. she has to

day 167 | excerpt from ‘the worm king’s lullaby’ by richard siken [id in alt]

PLEASE WHEN I GOT OUT OF SCHOOL AT 2:40 PM I OPEN MY TUMBLR AND ALL I SEE IS CAPSLOCK AND CRYING AND !!!!!!!!! AND RORI SELF REBLOGS AND YOU & HELLA. I NEED WARNINGS IF YOURE GONNA SEND MY MUTUAL (AND DASH) INTO A SPIRAL

thank you for your considerations,

Jayme Ghoultaffy

P.S. slash lighthearted

my apologies. next time I’ll try and give warnings when I decide to go publicly insane over ethel cain because it WILL happen again

is ur username bc u read circe the book of all time

yeah it is!

Electra drives me insane she's really like. This family tree is rotten and so I am rotten but the rot will end with me. And yes the father that lives in my memory is a fantasy and a stranger to the man that really lived but he's dead and every memory of the dead is a fantasy. And yes my father did horrible things but he did those things because he had to, I have to believe he did them because he had to. And maybe if he had lived, he would have loved me and I am so starved of love that I will beg for it from the graves of dead men. Yes this woman gave birth to me and shaped me into the wretched form I am today. No she is not my mother. Yes I hate her. No I can't remember a time when she didn't hate me. Yes I am desperate for her to love me. No I would rather die than do something to earn her love. No I am nothing like her. Yes I look into the mirror and see my mother, and I hate her, so I hate me. Yes I believe my brother remembers and loves me and will come and save me. No I don't know what he looks like or if he's still alive. Yes I love my brother unconditionally. No I don't really know my brother. Yes I know my brother intrinsically because he is the other half of my soul. No I don't believe he's coming. Yes I love him anyway because I am destined to love men who leave me behind in this house. This house that has been built on the bones of my murdered family, killed by my family, and their blood has poisoned the roots. Yes this house is my home. Yes this house hates me, and what does it mean when your home is also your prison? Yes I want to leave this house. No I will never leave this house. Yes this house has always been haunted. I am the thing that is haunting this house.

AND THE COYOTES HOWLED, Lev St. Valentine, Part I

'i wouldnt write mha fic' 'i havent even finished the anime' 'i have several ongoing fics including two longhaul ones that need my attention' 'maybe if i just start a plot outline to get it out of my head' girl it's been one single hour...

this BETTER not be about touya. but also tell me more

HELLO❤️❤️

HELLO!!!

Chrysothemis always gets left out in discussions of The Kids of Clytemnestra because she's easily overshadowed by the drama queen antics of the rest of her family and I always feel sad about that...Chrysothemis I'm thinking of u and how u taught yourself to bend under the weight of your family, rather than break or lash out. Not every child of abuse can hit back. Anything is acceptable in the name of survival. The pity and grief and anger and envy she felt towards Electra because Electra never pulled her punches, even when it was the smart response, the proper one, the one that might lead to some kind of future happiness. Chrysothemis did everything right; she kept her head down, she kept her mouth shut, she kept herself humble and obedient, but it would never have mattered either way, because she wasn't the heroine. The story wasn't hers.