Oh You're A Clean Girl ? Name Three Things Of Which Your Soul Is Clean

Quick fem!Castiel cosplay i threw together as a new fan of the show :>

A peek at my 1yo Fem!Azi cosplay to motivate myself to wear it again and take pics with an actual camera

Depths of despair

What is the sea, and what are its waves ? It flows, bile in my mouth - all hands on deck !

My mind’s in high tide and my tired heart caves

Inside my salt-spiked bones, my old ribbed shipwreck. Is it true that the world will be doomed when it boils ? My blood bubbles and roars and gushes through gorges

As sea serpents gorge themselves, my soul tight in their coils

The water hisses and fusses like a sword maker forges

And cools the red iron in the dark doubtful depths. My own surface, blurred, clouds and sparkles and spits. My face, my stomach churns, which tilts my ship and steps

My eyes, sleek sea glass cry again, and my tattered tooth grits

The chapped sun-dried shore of my pouty, shut lips. In my hollow clammy chest I feel things clank and crash

And my threatening thoughts are such perilous trips

They’re unmapped ; I get out with a bang and get out with a splash. Though now my tumbled brain’s encrusted in a pearl

As I’ve held it close and I’ve soothed it harshly. The sailors - my neurons - mind the ballots they hurl

So my mind washes up jewel-like fish, lively

And metallic. Then the wind of my cries’ settling 

I tame my high horse and Kelpies stop the race Like my pulse. Sweetened, the sirens sing

And lulled, my psyche, the blade, dulls, turns to grace. I can rest, still sailing, though sea-sick

And tell the storm’s tale to my old friend the moon

Who crowns my velvet skies with the starlight’s pinprick

And whispers through my masts “Goodbye and sea you soon”

little original poem of which i submitted a shortened form to a contest

remember kids

ah yes, the two types of monster drinkers :

I know what I offer my body as its fuel is its very poison. To have but a shard of my organism's potential at the tips of my fingers, so close I could reach it, I am willing to let a thousand dying suns pour themselves in my veins.

and

Sparkle ma ke me. sparkli

Me when my vanity keeps me from being a moral ideal but i endorse it

Unfortunately i'm never being funny again because that peaked in 2023 when 16yo me confidently recorded a gay parody of "I'm just Ken" from Barbie

Snippets from a one year old fem!crowley cosplay - i really ought to get back to it