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The Mortal Usher, by eldrtchmn (x).

The Pathfinder Agent known as “the Mortal Usher” is an Oracle of Bones chosen by the Goddess of Life, Death, and Prophecy: Pharasma. Her adventures began in 4709 AR in the small town of Kassen, in Nirmathas. Over the following decade, she traversed Golarion and made a name for herself as an adventurer and hero. But by 4718, she’s sick of being meddled with by prophecies that don’t come true, and tired of losing the people who mean most to her.

Halide turns her eyes to the Worldwound to make her last stand–and to decide her own fate, once and for all.

• talks about unsettling things as if the norm

• strange and unusual

• appear in nightmares

• had my mother warn me about mirrors

Then they’re just crimes.

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Oh Tea one of my favorite things yippeee

and yeah in the history of humanity we still can't seem to talk about it enough. because i can tell you about it - about her - and it won't surround the experience. it can never be big enough.

i am feeling something people have maybe always-felt. who knows when the first person fell in love. i am also feeling something that feels new and silly and extreme. like maybe we're the first people to really understand it, truly.

i know the science of it; why her smell is so good to me (something about our compatible genes). oxytocin and whatever hormones. and still it is incredible - i didn't think my body did this kind of thing. i thought it was an invention of romance-book marketing.

things make sense that didn't make sense before. songs about how love is an addiction or possession or insanity. orpheus had to turn around, of course he did, i would turn for her too, just to see. my mom and i watch a rerun of a murder mystery; for the first time i understand the line he did it for love - instead of being trite, it feels like a genuine tragedy.

and of course i am feeling the same way millions of people have maybe felt and know i cannot write enough about it, that it won't quite surrender to poetry. why do i think i'm gonna be the one who can finally communicate this thing that resists definition so ardently. this girl in my kitchen, humming. who walked so casually into my life. this girl pulls the rain down from even a cloudless sky.

what i can say is that i feel something impossible, and stupid. what i can say is that nothing about this is unusual, and yet i am so caught in it that i keep waiting for some terrible evil - something so good surely must come with some kind of retribution.

we get high and watch zombies 4 (it's terrible). the main characters sing a song about love; how theirs feels wild and impossible. the kind of thing i used to think was insipid, bad writing. baby that's us, she says into my ear.