never path find

Thankful that the Universe isn’t sending me any guys or romantic love my way, she knows I still need to grow by myself and heal. She wraps her arms around me at night to say goodnight, to make sure my heart sleeps in bliss. As much as I want a relationship sometimes, I know I don’t need it right now. She knows I will end up worse with the bickering, the games, the questions, etc, with the journey of falling in love. She has pushed away people in my life for a reason, and for that I thank her for I’m still growing. 

I. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 1: Meetings]


Dionysus (THE MORTAL LOVING GOD) sees across the room, through throngs of people. Music shakes the ground, thrums up his veins, makes him feel like he has a beating heart. 

And The Boy (THE BRIGHT LIGHT, IMMORTAL WITH YOUTH), with laughter in him, is drunk on more than just wine. He looks the way Dionysus hopes these nights will let him feel. 

Instantly, in the air stolen from lungs, never to be recaptured, he’s in love.

He’s also across the room so Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle instead.

II. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 2: Rumors and Background]


Those TWO (COLD TWINS) have knife sharp eyes and wicked teeth, that pull in and gut. Make you love and treat with reproach. 

Apollo has broken many hearts with love. A singing fire song.

(Artemis, does it by never giving love out at all. Quick in kindness, they fall at her knees in hope.)

Dionysus almost loves him on that alone, the wicked insanity of it all.

Rumors, of sweet ichor in his blood, wine that runs off lips, the heartless deity.

III. ACT ONE- Set Up [scene 3: The pull]


He’s dancing on a table and the music is in him.

All the colors, so blinding before, have become swings of his hips. Neon colored lipsticks and shades of shoved off couches are flushes of cheeks. 

Dionysus: lustful and drunk.

Throws himself into the night.

“Apollo,” is in the shell of his ear. A prayer for the night. Dionysus screams with religious ecstasy.

IV. ACT TWO- Confrontation  [scene 1: In the presence of]

Soft skin forms soft lips forms soft words forms soft poems.

Dionysus revels in beauty, swallows the sights down hard, and he is that.

V.  ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 2: In the absence of]


with a white sun burning eyelids red.

Quiet rings loud, reverberating off four walls of unfamiliar rooms. Ataste in the air is sweet and untouched, morning.

And a spot of tangled dark clothes on a spotless carpet.


VI. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 3: Way Home]

(Setting, specific): Sunrise air sticks hot. Thoughts cloud together on humid winds. 

Sepia skin hands. Icarus, they say fell from those hands.

Tight muscled calves, to soft skinned thighs. Daphne, they say, ran herself to death chasing love, trying to run from the agony.

- Oh and how Dionysus (A GOD, ON HEAVENLY CLOUD) knows he would too. 

To wake in a cold room, to shuffle cold feet along air conditioned tile, to walk the sun’s path home. 

In those eyes were every sorrow he’s ever met. In the hot puffed breathes was the last sin he’ll ever breathe. In the pink flash tongue was the last bits of warmth before a winter you won’t survive.

VII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 4: Last thoughts (the oracle) ]


Dionysus knowing he will never find the path back to that place.

Starts the dance with a golden (enough) girl, her whispers, her teeth. “A virgin.”

There’s an ethereal step to her twirls. “Won’t be for long.”

Her neck smells of incense, her body writhes with hope.

Pain, in her eyes, in futures she sees. Wine, on her lips, sacrificed blood of her innocence.

Dionysus knows her. She is mortal.


VIII. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 5: Comforts]

DIONYSUS WATCHES, dances and laugh into a listening night.

He is a god, he knows, and these are his worshipers. 

The words slur out, drunk with love and ripe with wine: 

                          “You are all I’ve ever needed.”

IX. ACT TWO- Confrontation [scene 6: First thoughts]

The night is a lost concept.

The day is a halo rising, a crown on gilded hair. 

Dionysus couldn’t tell how he got here but nector rests on his lips. Hard knuckled hands glide out word. From this angle: the god is blinded, he cannot see. “A Poem.” he is told. He is not the muse.

 At this table. In this light.

Words wash over him, warm as cascading light through the window. 

Dionysus can already feel his heart breaking.

X. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 1: audience]

She watches him. She watches everything. Her teeth, her mind,  her eyes, her nails are sharp. 

She ghosts soft silver over wood forest floors.

“My brother is a god of poison and disease.” Her teeth glimmer white.

“He is not good for you.” Her voice comes out throaty and soft. 

“You are a wild animal. And he loves to hunt.”


XI. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 2: Drink, maybe]

Nights like this:

Loud with silence. Loud with thought. Life eats him raw. And wisps of almost memory curl tight in his mind with rebuke.

He is unstable. Unstable is he.

XII. ACT THREE- Resolution [scene 3: Next time]

Dionysus sees him across the room. Gold glints off bronze, even through the dull of lost souls he burns bright.

Dionysus kisses the lips of his bottle and drinks to drown.


“Whenever you see a path before you that you think will draw you closer to Allah, take it, for you will never find a path to replace it better than that.”

[The journey of the strangers]

One of the rules of my characterization of Ganondorf is that he shows no mercy because he knows no one would show him any, whether in the past where he was the leader of a people feared and hated by the Hylians, or in his present where he’s gone so far that there nothing more to be but hated by his foes.

However, this rule also makes it awkward when people do show him mercy, kindness, helpfulness, companionship, or any sort of interpersonal relationship that’s not fatal opposition. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s a brilliant man but so much of his mental energy is tied up with trying to gauge the intentions and motivations of those around him and assuming they are out to somehow destroy him in the end– which is part of the reason why he’s so proactive in hurting others, so he knows where he stands.

To hurt others and know his power over them, and know they hate him, is better than not knowing but feeling unsafe, not knowing if he’s in control.  He knows what it’s like to be cast pariah by others and he knows how quickly those in power move to exterminate those who are hated, with none. Kill before you’re killed. Dominate everything before it has a chance to destroy you. 

It’s why he keeps “kidnapping” Zelda, but underestimating Link. He sees Zelda as an immediate threat or major opposition and moves to contain her. He keeps thinking that if he controls everything, Link can never gather the elements or strength he needs to oppose him.

Ganondorf, while great, has elements of cowardice to him. This role that casts him as worthy of hatred is also how he protects himself from those who hate him, how he feels powerful over himself, others, and his place in the world. He has difficulty braving the unknown and truly carving his own path because this role gives power now, is something the world is already ready to accept him as, requires minimal risk to his self worth and identity, even if he loses.

Which is sad, because the kernel of virtue he possess is Power– the ability to change the world with his agency. He could forge a world where this fear is gone– he’s right, he has the potential to be a better King than the Hylians have, do more, be more, provide for others with the abundance of ability he has, his greatness. At some level he knows this. He wants this.

But to do it he’d have to relinquish what makes him secure in himself.

King of change, he can’t ever be benevolent while he stays the same.

pissing off antis is the most comical thing, because the biggest thing we’re guilty of is wanting a redemption arc for a character and wanting two characters to have immensely rewarding character growth and change for the better - by helping each other become better people - over the span of a story

like we are literally guilty of being hopeful and fucking EARNEST.

meanwhile what antis do to upset Reylos is call us “abuse apologists,” incest shippers, racists, and a whole other slew of unholy expletives. All in the name of fiction.

like, y’all need to stop telling US to get the perspective, antis.

y’all are the ones THROWING DAGGERS - y’all are the ones who need perspective.

literally the worst Reylos do is go, “OMG can u imagine if kylo and rey adopt a porg?!?!?!? <3 <3 SO CUTE!!!!

literally the worst you do is go, “FUCK U, MURDERER U ABUSE APOLOGIST SCUM”

like I have literally been thrown ableist slurs my way in the name of a goddamn ship you don’t like

so frankly y’all can go jump into the Great Pacific Ocean and get lost at sea for all I care.

I am going to continue to talk about characters I like in a positive way all I damn well please.

if you don’t like my bad humor and positive outlook on a character I relate to at a deep and personal level

well, see above suggestion about getting lost at sea

or may I also recommend hiking your way up Mount Everest and never finding the path back down again?

Serene, Chapter III - Down the Rabbit Hole


Chapter III

Down the Rabbit Hole

Disclaimer: I don’t own A Court of Thorn and Roses and all characters in the series. All of the characters are the property of Sarah J Maas, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

By the time he opened his eyes, the silver sparkling lands were no more. The realm is now pitch black. He heard a vicious growl from the distance, along with white eyes in the dark, whatever it was, ready to pounce him any minute. Tamlin went into his battle stance, preparing himself to kill whoever it is on sight. But soon he felt his magic taken away. Something was ripped from him and he roared to the night, refusing to accept the second experience of being stripped from his power.

The chilling growl turned into an otherworldly voice, echoing inside his head, unlike the gentle caress that had been guiding him earlier.

I saw greed.

And the High Lord collapsed.

Two Fae girls, not look older than 10 springs sat beside the comfy bed, with tree roots sustaining it and gentle shades of silver canopy up above. Their soft midnight haired head moved once in awhile, curiously inspecting the person in the bed. They have sat there for so a long while, fascinated by the creature who was sleeping soundly. Both of them had took him here because of the Queen’s order, and it was no easy task. The man is so heavy! And the Gollum weren’t so helpful either.

“Is he dead?” one with the shorter hair said for the umpteenth times, attempting to poke him.

“No, Milla, he’s not,” the other retorted, slapping her sisters’ hand, “Her Majesty told us to keep an eye on him!”

“We have waited here for so long, Nalla, and he doesn’t wake up at all!” she cried, “I want to go bother some Gollums! I’m bored!”

Nalla clicked her tongue. She despise her infernal twin of hers. So immature, so childish. Unlike her, Nalla take pride being one of the Queen’s apprentice. Even though all she did was taking care of the old tree. However, Milla apparently doesn’t care about it. All she did was chasing down the Tree younglings and Gollums, bugging them until they snapped and left her giggling.

“Fine, you go bug that Gollums, I’ll watch over him alone,” she retorted, emphasizing alone to make Milla catch the sign of how she try to guilt trip her sister.

“Really? Wooohoooo!” she exclaimed loudly, her feet stomping the wood under her, causing the tree house to shake.

“Milla, keep your voice down!” the older hissed.

Tamlin quietly open his eyes after all the noise, wanted to make the girls noticed him be releasing a groan. He had been aware of his surroundings for awhile, but refused to open his eyes to scanned the place by pretending to be asleep.

“He woke up, Nalla, I did it!”

“All you did was jumping around like a little monkey, you…”

“Hello, Sire! Are you awake?” little Milla exclaimed, putting her hands on the bed, excitedly looking at the man in front of her.

“Yes, yes I am,” he groaned, getting up as he rub the back of his neck, “where am I?”

“We took you from the tree, Sire!” she continued her babbling, “you are really heavy and you must have upset the elder, didn’t you? To have them knock you out like that? You shouldn’t do that, Sire, you shouldn’t! The Queen was…”

“Shhh!” the older hissed again, covering her twin sister, “go outside, I’ll explain things to him!”

Milla pouted.

“Now,” her sister finished.

The short haired girl stomped outside, muttering words as she went. Nalla turned her focus from her sister to her guest, who is sitting with his sleepy eyes and confusion.

“So, what is this place?” he asked again, eyes still wandering around. The room was so small compared to his chamber, with some silver light go through the windows. Dolls scattered in one corner while other place has a desk full of papers and maps. That, and a huge picure of a woman on the wall.

“This is my room, Sire,” young Nalla answered, “we found you fainted by the Elder Tree. How did you get there?”

“Someone told me about that tree and I try to find it,” he muttered, “the damned thing took my magic from me.”

“You have angered him, then,” she said.

“No idea how it got pissed off, I did what the voice told me.”

“Voice? What voice?”

“A girl’s voice led me to the tree, telling me how to find it. But when I said my wish the tree knocked me out.”

Nalla held her breath.

“What? You know something, Brat?”

“No, nothing,” she shook her head, “would you like to take a bath or something? The Queen is expecting you but she’s away at this moment.”

“I need to go back to my castle,” he replied.

“Later, after you meet the Queen,” she said, her voice stern. Tamlin eyed her for a good minute before he sighed.

“Fancy a tour?” she asked, her face uninterested, “this village isn’t much, but I think you’ll like it.”

Is there a limit of how many times a man can be surprised in a day?

Tamlin had trouble keeping his mouth closed the entire time as his eyes scanned the sight before him. They just go passed the girls’ door when he gaped at the city, it was a sight to behold. Something he never seen in the Spring Court. Everything was covered in different shades of silver and blue, the houses looked like they’re carved out of the sturdy trunk. The realm is full of tree houses, with bridges connected one across another. Every bridges has roofs, graced by bright lantern ever 1-2 meters.

Up above was a night sky with endless stars and an unusually big moon graced the castle far, far away. Countless stars fell , some houses were made of glass on top of the hills and mountains.

Beneath the land was the turqoise colored water, just like what he saw earlier around the Ancient Tree. He can see a stairs twirled down from one house to the land below, giving them access to gether the water they needed.

“The water… isn’t a magical one? It.. doesn’t grant.. wishes…here?” he stuttered, feeling stupid.

“The only water that grant wishes is only the one close to the Elder.”

“The Elder?”

“The tree that knocked you out,” she replied.

“Ah, right.”

“The water around here was the one the Queen provided. Although still magical, it won’t grant any wishes. The Elder has the power, and he choose who he deemed worthy.”

“Any specific criteria?”

“No lust, no greed, no anger,” she answered, her index finger emphasizing each words, “you got the greed, didn’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“The one with greed will have something precious taken away from him.”

“My magic…,” he sighed, “is there any way to retrieve it?”

“You must ask the Queen about that,” she replied, “now where is she…?”

Nalla scanned the land around her, trying to find the one she looking for, that immature twin of hers. She found her chasing a group of tree younglings, which shrieking in annoyance as it ran from Milla.

“Milla! Leave them alone!” she shouted as he rolled down a carpet which turned into a long stairs. Tamlin went to the edge of the bridge to see what’s the fuss, and catch himself muttering ‘the hell is that? Those are trees, aren’t they? But they are running around’.

“Aww, you’re ruining the fun!” the younger pouted. Her eyes soon stare into Tamlin’s as she smiled brightly again, “Hey, Sire! Having fun?”

The young lord found himself in a very confused state. This place is not an ordinary place, indeed. Running little trees, silver leaves, Elder tree sucking his power within seconds… this place is filled by great amount of magic.

“Who are you?” he finally asked, “and what is this.. place?”

“Oh, you finally got curious, aren’t you?” Milla jumped, excited, “I’m waiting for a long time to say this!”

The girls stood before him, Milla’s eyes round and bright, Nalla’s face remained impassive as always, the younger tried to hold her bubbling happiness within her.

“Welcome to the Court of the Moon,” she giggled, “We are Milla and Nalla, the Queen’s apprentice.”

“Court of the Moon?”

The twin nodded.

“There’s no such thing as the Court of the Moon.”

Milla gaped and Nalla shook her head in disapproval, looking at him as if he'a dumb fool.

“The Court of the Moon is one of the ancient Court ever made. We were the the ancestor of the Night’s,” said Nalla as she walked, motioning the rest to follow her.

“Yeah, the Night, one with the perverted, audacious High Lord, you know him, right?” Milla added.

“…of course,” he muttered.

“Our Court has always been hidden, because of the Elder Tree. The former King of the Night was obsessed with it, especially on its ability to grant wishes,” said Nalla, “he would come to the Elder Tree over and over, but never find his path, because of the overwhelming greed inside him.”

“After many failed attempts, he became a bit.. destructive…,” Milla chimed in.

“He burnt the entire woods in an attempt to find the path, that old fool. That one last attempt angered the Queen.”

“Her Majesty sealed the whole Court with a spell to conceal it, away from all malice; and she cursed the wretched King to live with his greed all his life, until an heir came, that’s strong willed enough to not inherit his amount of hatred.”


“The High Lord has been faring well, or so I’ve heard,” Nalla smirked slightly.

Tamlin snorted.

“The side effect is thes realm never see other view than the night sky, but it’s not that bad.”

“I hate night sky,” he grumbled under his breath.

“So.. how did you get here, Sire?” asked Milla, “because the Queen herself made sure that no one ever heard of our story.”

“A maid in my castle told me,” he said, confused, “she told me a story about a pond that can grant wishes.”

Milla and Nalla exchanged glances.

“That’s impossible, Sire, no one would ever know about this place, unless…”

“You were talking about a voice, too. What voice?” Nalla cut her off.

“There’s a voice talking to me, saying that I should beg to find my path or something.”

“Milla, go to the castle, immediately. We should request an audience to the Queen as soon as possible.”

Milla nodded eagerly as she ran with her little legs, whistled as she went, calling a little fat bird. She hop onto it and flew.

“What is it? Explain to me!”

“Listen, Sire. No one, no one ever know about our story after our Queen sealed the realm. But the sealing doesn’t came out perfect.”

“You Queen made a mistake.”

Nalla nodded.

“One of the royalty, a rebellous girl left out of the Court, the Queen has been terribly heartbroken ever since,” she continued, “The Royal Princess were out there, trying to stop the damned King army.”

“And she’s the first Guardian of the Elder. She’s the only one who can bend the Elder onto her will, a rare being that she was, at least enough to open the path. I am now understand why the Queen brought you here.”

“You are saying that my maid is…”

“A Daemati and the first Shadowsinger master, Her Highness Sara Endear.”

“You are saying my maid is a Daemati and Shadowsinger master.”

Nalla nodded.

He roared a laugh.

“She can’t even bring a tray properly,” he chuckled.

“Oh yes, she’s clumsy at times but she’s still the Royal Princess of the Moon.”

“Does that imply anything?”

Nalla sighed.

“The people of the Moon Court are masters of shadow, although with that amount of perceptiveness Her Highness won’t need a Shadowsinger and Daemati skill at all to understand others.”

“That princess of yours love to gossip with the rest of the maid, how unladylike.”

“She did?” Nalla raised her brow, “but we made sure that she doesn’t have that habit…”

“You think too highly of your master.”

“You love to underestimate people, aren’t you?”

Tamlin stiffened.

“Arrogance will not bring you anywhere,” Nalla smirked, knowing that she hit the nail.

As the last word spilled from Nalla’s mouth, horns were sounded, and Nalla found herself gripping the edge of the bridge. There, tens of boats came from afar, in the middle was a silver boat and in it stood a regal woman, whose face Tamlin had seen in Nalla’s room. Silver hair, and eyes as dark as the haunting night sky, identical to the sky above.

“The Queen has arrived,” said Nalla, “Pray that she like you enough to give back your magic.”

DC/Tri-state Area Gothic
  • no one ever sees anyone on the yachts docked on the river. no one ever will.
  • one night, you swear you saw a deer with three eyes grazing in your garden. it hissed at you, its mouth full of flowers.
  • on a trip south, you never make it to you destination. you drive the winding mountain roads, being consumed by the fog. The only other vehicles you see are trucks from faraway places.
  • countless hawks circle something just behind the walls on the highway
  • teens that make the mistake of swimming in the potomac never stop feeling the imprints of the ghost hands on their bodies
  • you have been to the museums a thousand times before. you never remember what you saw. you don’t really want to.
  • Helicopters circle the elementary school you went to. You used to think the president was in them. 
  • There is a forest next to your house. There are never any animals in it, but there are always deer walking around in the neighborhood. There is one path you never take.
  • You find an arrowhead by the stream and put it in your pocket. When you get home, it’s gone. You find it months later under your bed.
  • they are always working on the metro. in 2012, they said it would be over in 2013. in 2013 they said it would be over in 2014. you don’t remember when it began.