[Cross posted and backdated from a sideblog. Originally posted 15 June 2018 and tagged #comfort in hell.]
i promise i will stop talking monsters soon but like
i want to cherish monsters for their uniqueness not change them
i want to approach the monster who lives in the cave and instead of ~drawing them out into the light~ i want to learn what it’s like for them in the dark
i want black leather scale-plates oiled to a fine sheen to be respectable dinner attire without having to force the monster into a cravat
i want to learn love from them because soft-bodied warlike primates aren’t the sole keepers of understanding on love
on being raised on fairy tales in which you are the monster // a. m. h. (Source.) There’s a little bit of commentary by a Dark Side poster (Star Wars) that I wanted to pull out:
IME, looking other villains in the eye and thinking “family,” and looking at the people who tried to make you hate your own and thinking “I’m not YOURS,“ is both a matter of pride and a matter of sheer survival.
[Cross posted and backdated from a sideblog. Originally posted on 11 Nov 2016 and tagged for Lilith.]
“You need no one’s permission to do so, and if you cannot yet, or have in the past but cannot tonight, you can still love yourself later.
Love yourself, monster, as often as your black heart can.”
At the end of Nov ‘15, I had a dream involving Angrboda (already referenced). I visited Her in / near the Iron Wood, and She basically provided support. This has been the main feature of this Face, but due to Politics, it’s going to be a bit harder to interact going forward. She’s the first of many People Who are ‘leaving’, but because we’re parting amicably and/or it’s based in some paperwork issue, I can still provide energy.
Dream: Angrboda was a giant Arctic wolf, and She was sitting on the beach. I initially started out with Spanish as the dialogue because I had started out in ‘the woods’ (Abuela?) looking for Her, and when I somehow made my way to the beach, (Mi abuela!) I sort of snuggled into Her side.
When I say She was a giant wolf, She was large enough that I – as a human – could lay down next to Her and not be longer than Her. She was licking my hair, and then there was an exchange (‘Te amo, abuela’ ‘Y tu’) before English appeared (something about me needing to take care of myself). I might have traveled with Her into the woods to sleep, but I’m not sure.
[Catching up on some Intro posts for People.]
I’ve mentioned in some places that I’m not compatible with Angrboda, however it turned out to be limited to the Face I was interacting with. She was a stricter Face that was too similar to my mother, and we were just going to butt heads too much. Some of this was influenced by what I’d heard of Angrboda, so I had unintentionally drawn a Face that fit with all this to me.
At some point in the second half of 2015, I realized that a different Face was hanging around but not quite coming forward. I didn’t push interacting because I had other things to deal with, and then I was sort of introduced to this Face via a dream in which we had a conversation mostly in Spanish with some English. Because of this dream, I refer to this Face as Abuela since that’s what I called Her in the dream (abuela, “grandmother”).
She has a tumblr tag (Angrboda) and falls under the general Pack tags (wolves, wolves: pics, Wolf mode, werewolves). For the most part, She just reminds me to keep the whole Pack close, so I currently don’t do a whole lot only for Her.