Tilda Sparling

@tildasparling.bsky.social

idiotic trans/bian masochist with poor taste and a vampire addiction sometimes i write, but it usually makes me feel disgusted with myself

My brain is fucking fried. Since I can't draw on account of a minor disability I've been trying to write a descriptive poem about a character I'm imagining and it just ISN'T WORKING like look at it. look how bad it is. I can only write poetry if I'm feeliing like a complete asshole AND I'M NOT RN.

When Valka lands, she rings a handbell.
Stasiel, her servant, appears in the doorway almost immediately
11 years she has worked in this castle, every evening she is summoned here by Valka
Yet she never fails to find awe in the vampiric harpy’s form.

Her four-toed feet taper into sharp, lacquered talons, painted wine-red
Dark, velvety fur covers her calves and forearms up to the joints, with cuffed tufts where it meets her sheer white skin
Instead of hands, her wrists splay into membranous wings, all leather and fuzz with thumb claws painted the same burgundy as her toes
And that pretty face with a pointed chin, big radar-dish ears sprouting from a short black caret haircut, framing blood-red eyes and a warm, fanged smile.

[jensen huang in the secret council meetings last week] fine. i will be the fall guy for the global ai bubble. i will be your sin eater. but in return i want a news story every day about how i am an unstoppable fuck machine

I have come to the conclusion that harpies would probably wear bunny suits or leotards because they're just the right shape to avoid going over top of their feathers and I don't know what to do with this information other than to repeatedly say "I'm normal" in front of a mirror.