#thetragediies

daemon: I am in control!

daemon when rhaenyra is in the same room with him for longer than 4.2 seconds:

asks like this mean so much to me, dear. thank you. i'm flattered and honored. being a writer is one of the most fundamental and visceral parts of who i am.

i think i've always been one, and since i can remember. i really believe some people are born this way, touched by something, coursed with something - art perhaps. i really believe writing to be not so much a matter of actual ink and skill, but more of a constant state of the soul that needs to manifest itself, and right from the start, choosing only much later a specific mean to fulfill this restless imperative that festers in us.

some find relief in canvas, some in marble, some in words - but the first manifestation of the artistic heart remains the same for everyone and has very little to do with a specific craft. i so vividly remember, even before actually learning how to read and write, how i was already experiencing the world as if through paper and ink, a chorus for a sky and words blooming like roses - a ravenous fascination with the nature of life, the human spirit, a beauty so painful to make a child feel like inventing song for the first time in the endless history of singing.

i started my first novel at seven, the second at twelve. they reflected who i was back then, so i inevitably grew out of them with fondness. at fourteen i had a revelation about the novel i'm still writing to this day. at sixteen i switched languages, english becoming the arald of my emotions. even if the fundamental idea has remained the same through the years, it grew larger, heavier, it shifted dramatically as i shifted, mirroring my every metamorphosis.

a book, but also a constant penelopian work of weaving and unweaving lives upon lives.

the more i grow closer to who i truly am, the more it is becoming really something worth committing a life to and i am not saying it because it's a creature i am bearing. i write to satisfy an intimate craving of mine. others come only later, more as witnesses of a mortal cataclysm than as readers.

my story with this book resembles a religion, it's something i believe in fervently, and yet it's one of the most terrifying and difficult things i've ever experienced. it is both a love story and a duel to death. i wouldn't be me without actually writing it, and i've been attempting at it my whole life. only recently i've been feeling myself enough to actually, perhaps, succeed.

i hope my little reverie wasn't a bother, i didn’t mean to veer. i actually never talk about this monster of mine out loud, i don't know if out of respect, decency or shyness honestly.

gif meme: the witcher + favorite location

Brokilon Forest, he said, is forbidden territory. The kingdom of forest dryads. Brokilon also defends our flank. The dryads will not let anyone pass. The Nilfgaardians either...

Hey there!! nice to meet another shipper :D

I’m not sure what content you saw about the network since a while ago I did run an actual net/blog here, that one’s been closed long time ago and now I run a server on discord.

So, if you’re interested the server is always open for new members! (just send me another ask for your invite link <3)