theres another guy in my dorm who started T the same month i did and whenever we see each other we have an unspoken ritual of saying “hey” in the deepest we can get our voice to be and every time it’s deeper and we just keep walking in our respective directions & smiling its a good experience
This is it, the purest post on this whole website
This is awesomely cute without any embellishment, but I am totally imagining trans male eldritch horrors from the deepest Lovecraftian pit impressing each other with how echoey and reality-warping they can make their voices today
I pulled another box into my dorm. Why had I brought so much stuff?
Behind me, Mother had set down three different packages from Her many claws. That was the last of them.
This was it, then. We’d never been big on goodbyes; when my elder spawn-Brother had subliminated to the Dark Worlds for his new job, She had only growled a goodbye while making breakfast.
> Goodbye, son
“Goodbye, Mother”
She paused, opening one of her many mouths.
“I L O V E Y O U” She croaked out.
I smiled at her attempt. I had wept once, when I had felt the horrid void of not being able to speak telepathically. She had cradled me in Her arms and promised me it would get better. That day she began to practice English so I wouldn’t feel so alone.
She left then. I looked away as space-time warped as she retreated from the local plane of existence.
I spent the afternoon putting my Shrine up and folding clothes until my alarm went off to remind to do the Ritual.
I locked my door. Thank Gods I didn’t have a roommate, I didn’t want to have to have that conversation. I carved out the pentagram on my hand and spoke the Changing Words. For a brief moment, the Eldritch Energy struck me, twisting my form in unspeakable ways.
You could do injections, too, but I was afraid of needles.
Afterwards, I went to wash the blood and ichor out of my palms. I bent over a bit, closing my hand into a fist as I walked to the dorm showers.
There was no-one in there, so I was less than careful as I washed my hands. I tried to hide my palms as I saw some guy come in, carrying his toothbrush in a gloved hand.
I saw him glance at me in the mirror, as I desperately prayed to Them Below that he wouldn’t notice the pentagram.
I was about to walk out when he turned towards me.
“Hey, is the Eldritch scar?”
Fhtagn! I tried just walking past him, but he stopped me.
“Look, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t know if anyone else would be here-” He took off his glove and stuck his palm at me.
The same pentagram.
I looked at Him, smiling a bit.
“Hi, I’m G'morra.”
He smiled at me, and spoke with a slight undertone of Hellmouth.
“I’m Dagon.”
