#....queued

Tropes include being physically blinded by radiance, ears bleeding at the sound of their voices/singing, unable to stop yourself from weeping even as your eyes are burned out of their sockets, the world around you being physically incapable of accommodating something of that magnitude and so it begins to decay, the unfortunate side effect of you going completely insane even though said ethereal being was only here to protect and guide you. 

-Arms Long and Embracing-

You hear it before you see it, the sound like creaking wood as our first god unfurls from the shadows. Its pantheon is none and it is alone, so it fills its arms with flesh, enfolding its congregation into its infinite embrace, thousands upon thousands of hands reaching and snatching. The hymns rise and crescendo, howling out its gospels. It is a god of apocalypse, of gathering and crushing and holding gently; a god of wanting. It’s followers pray that their arms might one day be as full as its own; of gold or of flesh, their prayers differ but always they are wanting, yearning; empty and desperate to be filled. 

You feel hands on your waist, on your arms, on your face. You feel them tug, more foldin around you, pulling, coaxing you backwards into the shadows. The congregation is delighted for you, for you are just what their god needs, you will occupy its emptiness, you will dispel its loneliness...for a time. 

The Faerie Chest by Anne Luyten

Destiny, Make Haste! by Anne Luyten

Previews from my two pieces for the @monsterloverszine​ 

We scream, we weep, we laugh, we’re loud about how we feel almost all the time. So many emotions that we feel are loud and passionate. 

So when a human ship crashes on their planet and they find this strange figure just making the most horrible sounds as other figures lay dead, they’re shocked and frightened by such a powerful expression of emotion. 

The shambling thing stuttered to a halt and cocked its head, surprised by the enthusiasm in the voice of the stranger, who should have been screaming in terror by now, if any of the other interactions it had had were anything to go by. It let out a questioning croak, before growling and continuing to stalk towards its victim. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” the human said again, now with a grin stretching across their face, “I think I’ve got my phone somewhere, let me take a picture. Wow, you’re beautiful. Do each of your heads have its own thought processes or is it a collective mind? I’m sorry, is that rude? I don’t mean to be rude.”

The thing stopped again, mumbling incoherently. It wasn’t rude, at least it didn’t think that was rude. It had never been asked a question before, mostly because it couldn’t exactly answer any, but at the same time, no had ever bothered to stop and talk to it. It was just a monster, anyway. The human’s brow furrowed as they watched it sink slowly to the ground.

“Oh. Are you alright?”

It was silent for a moment, staring down at its many hands as if contemplating its own existence for the first time. Finally, it croaked again, and the voice that followed the sound was just awful.

“One....thought.” it choked out with effort, before looking back up at the human. 

For their part, the human burst into a smile and sank down to sit on the floor across from the monster.

Human: