nail dagger

Context: Same group as the sensitive Knight. One of the players interrupted the game to be upset that she broke her nail, so I made it that her character (a pretentious male rogue) had broken his nail. We all had a good laugh, and I made it a reoccurring thing.

Rogue: I roll to stab! *rolls a 1*

Me: You move to stab the creature, but at the sight of your hand and it’s pitiful missing nail- you drop the dagger instead.

Rogue: DAMMIT.

Feysand pickup lines

Feyre: *sparring with Cassian on roof while Rhys watches*

Rhys: *bemused smile, sits on edge of roof* hey Feyre…

Feyre: *sweating while blocking a strike from Cassian* Yes dear?

Rhys: *cleaning nails with dagger* are you a banana?



Rhys: *smirks at their confused expressions* because I find you a-peeling…*cackles loudly*

Feyre: *eye roll*

Cassian: *takes Feyre down with the distraction*

Rhys: *even louder laughing*

Feyre: *winnows directly in front of Rhys and pushes him off roof with satisfied smile* pricks.

Cassian: *speechless, eyes wide, hands up in surrender*

Rhys: *still laughing*

I don’t think I could ever love softly.

I want to love all corners and edges,
knives and daggers, broken nails bitten
down till they bleed.

I want to love like Troy blazing, like
Rome collapsing, like kings cast
down from their thrones; the only
way I know to spell love is like this:
W A R N I N G.

I love with trembling arms, scratchy
eyes, chipped teeth - fire, fire, fire.

I ache to chaff myself into fire and
blaze so brightly you can see again -
I do not want to love any other way.

I’m sorry if that’s too much to handle;
fire does, after all, need another fire
to run itself out.

—  Darshana S.“IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME”
the little sea wench


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Peter Pan knew he shouldn’t have wondered out this far into the ocean. He couldn’t believe he broke his own sole order he told his Lost Boys, “Don’t go past  waist deep in the ocean or the sea wenches will get ya”. She came up behind him and dragged him underneath the waves, and with a gasp Peter was gone.

He kicked for his life, trying to scratch and punch the woman with the glimmering tail but her dagger nails dug deep in his skin. Who knew sea wenches even physically attacked? Didn’t they just lure senseless boys in? Apparently not, as this one dragged him further down and he felt the oxygen escaping from his lungs bubble by bubble.

Peter felt an overwhelming pressure begin to build in his head and a white hot pain in his lungs. His limbs ached and he had trouble fighting back, even letting the fish drag him through the water hurt. Peter accepted his stupidity and with a spluttering cough, the king of Neverland blacked out.

You had watched your sister Adella dragging the body of a boy behind her. He was long, dressed in rags of green and brown with coral pink lips. What made your eyes pop out of your head was his boyish face, a face you’d seen on the island of Neverland.

Your sister had successfully attacked a Lost Boy.

She left to go find your father, leaving the boy sitting propped against a tall rock. In a split second you decided his fate.

You darted out and grabbed his limp body, hugging him to you while you furiously pumped your tail upwards. His unresponsive limbs dragged along behind him, and his wheat blond hair floated around his head. You decided you were not going to let this mere boy die, whoever he was. You could feel the ghost of a heartbeat still inside of him, and it only encouraged you to swim faster.

Dragging your body onto the sand along with his was difficult, but you were able to get him out of the water. Leaning over him, you wiped his hair from his face. He was… beautiful actually, with a sharp jaw and long eyelashes. Your breath caught in your throat as you cradled his cheek to stroke droplets off his skin with your thumbs. Was it possible to fall in love with a human? Someone you’ve only ever laid eyes on once?

You pressed your mouth to his and breathed air into his lungs.

“Please, please.” You whispered. You knew he was still alive, he had to be. He couldn’t of been under for that long? You weren’t really sure how to do it, but you started pressing against his stomach, encouraging the swallowed water to come out.

To your happiness, he kicked out and coughed, lurching up and emptying his stomach out beside him. He breathed heavy, greedy gulps of air, accompanied by more coughing and spluttering.

You tried to calm him in his panicked state by softly singing under your breath. It worked, as he turned his head and met your eyes with his. You smiled and were about to speak before someone beat you to it.


Your head whipped to the side as did the boy’s, the sound of multiple male voices in the distance coming closer made you flip around and head back to the water in a haste. Pan’s cries for you to wait went unanswered and he watched you disappear under the sea with a splash.

He continued to breathe heavily. A mermaid had dragged him underwater and he thought he was going to die, but it seemed another one had saved him? The footsteps of his Lost Boys interrupted his thoughts.

“Pan! God Pan, you scared the living hell out of us!”

“Yeah!” Another boy chimed in. “Felix here watched you get pulled under by that sea wench but you were gone before we could save ya!”

Pan looked back out towards the water, then back at the crowed of boys.

“Well — well I did get pulled under but this other one saved me!”

Felix, who leaned down and helped Pan stand up, rolled his eyes. “Wenches don’t save you Pan. How much water did you swallow?”

“No! No I saw her, she pulled me back up and she saved me,” He motioned to the sand. “She was beautiful, too. God, she was breathtaking, actually.”

A few of the younger boys snickered at his nonsense. Everyone knew mermaids don’t save people, especially young boys and men. They do just the opposite.

“Let’s get back to camp, Pan. We’re all hungry.”

While Adella was angry that you saved her catch, she didn’t care much as Lost Boys were dumb, and one was bound to stupidly wander in the water again.

That night in your seaweed bed, you daydreamed of the boy. He was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen, with his green eyes and broad shoulders. You wanted to go back and try to find him again but you knew you couldn’t. Mermaids and humans don’t belong together, they’ve been enemies all throughout  history.

But you couldn’t get his face out of your head. Was he thinking of you too? What has he doing right now? The desire to become human was strong, as Neverland wasn’t far away and you would know him exactly when you saw him.

There… was a way to become human though: the myth of Ursula, the sea enchantress who could transform mer people into humans. You didn’t know what it was going to take to give you legs, but you decided you would visit Ursula tomorrow. If it meant seeing that boy again, you would do it.

everyone thought demigod!michael would be the son of hades but it was a surprise to everyone during an evening bonfire when the boy who was always alone in the shadows, stalking in leather jackets and ripped band tees, was finally recognized by his father - Ares, god of war. filing his nails with his bronze dagger, he sheepishly watches as everyone gawks at him and his brothers and sisters embrace him with hoots and hollers and a toast to their father.

holds an arrow like the body of a lover,
smells of silver and tastes of steel,
dreams of paris, breathes california,
her laugh holds the secrets of the universe,
her dimples are the brightest stars in the night.

wear skirts and heels like armor,
writes math across your veins,
in the hollow of your throat,
your smile is as sharp as a dagger,
your nails even worse.

together you are:
the howls of wolves in the night,
the noises of paws against the ground,
even though you are only huma- no, that’s not right.
together your are gods dancing in the moonlight,
under the canopy of the forest,
because when she is with you
she can stop pretending to be artemis
and become hades:
craving spring, living in winter, inhaling death.
and when you are with her
you can stop pretending to be aphrodite,
and become persephone:
beloved, rebelling, harbinger of death.

when she dies,
you can’t even be surprised;
the underworld was never far from you both.

—  the world is silent, (m.p)

a contest of passions: hot breath like smoke
upon winter-wrapped goosebumps,
mumbled oaths tangled together
between tooth and tongue.

a gun stuffed beneath a loose-fit t-shirt,
nails digging like daggers into 
sweat-slicked skin, leaving scars
like hieroglyphs, like signatures.

guerrilla heartfare, atom bomb detonations
held in clammy palms, wounding and wailing,
kisses thick as jungles, leaving 
swollen lips beaded with bright blood.

i want us, bound by bedsheets,
wearing ligature marks proud like bracelets,
bandages like badges, like trophies,
we love so much we can't 
hope to contain or control
so we do not bother to try.

the day you rip my beating heart
straight from my splintered ribcage
is the day i will truly know
that i could never want anybody else.

—  thorns and roses // j.d.k.