#Anthologies
Text
Chong Hyon-Jong, tr. by U-Ch'ang Kim, from The Silence of Love: Twentieth-century Korean Poetry; “The Festival of Pain, I”
[Text ID: "When I see you, I become colors, I become void."]
#chong hyon jong#excerpts#literature#writings#poetry#fragments#selections#words#quotes#poetry collection#lit#typography#poetry in translation#korean literature#korean poetry#anthologies#love#colors#void
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Duke not being at Damian's 13th birthday party is ooc and I will never stop grudging Truth & Justice for that.
#dc comics#comics#comic books#dc#anthology#anthologies#truth & justice#media commentary#media criticism#media critique#media analysis#comic analysis#character analysis#duke thomas#the signal#signal#batfamily#batfam#batkids#batsiblings#batbros#bat brothers#damian wayne#robin#found family#character dynamics#black characters#bipoc characters#poc characters
105 notes
·
View notes
Note
Book Request!
🪶 Wanderer
📝 5, 9
🪴 Fern Bookmark
🌸 Flowery Scent
Request sent anonymously.
Lonely Nights
Librarian's note:- I know I'm terribly late, but here you go...
Book info:- Books- ->5- Can you give me another chance?
-> 9- Your love means so much more to me than you imagine.
Starring:-Scaramouche (Modern AU setting)
Bookmark:- gn!reader, flowery scent:- hurt/comfort
Warning:- Scara ignoring you and treating you badly, kissing
event masterlist
“And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of my hair?”
~◊~
This night was the same as the last, and the one before, and more. Your boyfriend arrived silently in the dead of night, grabbing the cold meal you’d prepared for him hours ago and reheating it. He ignored the questions you sent his way, about how his day had been, where had he been, why was he so late, and the like. Naturally, this made you irritated. Scaramouche had been coming home very late these past few months, you barely saw him throughout the day. And when you did see him, he either gave you the cold shoulder or responded with short, clipped sentences. At this point, you felt less like his girlfriend, and more like a stranger or a servant; he only ever talked to you when he wanted something done. And this night, you’d finally had enough.
“Scaramouche.” He stopped whatever he was doing for a moment, then continued with it, looking at you over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. This time, your tone was different- firm and assertive. ”What is it now?” He drawled out disinterestedly. “I’m tired of this.” You said bluntly, bitterly. “I’m tired of waiting for you to come back in the dead of night. I’m tired of seeing you once or twice in the entire day. I’m tired of you constantly ignoring me. I’m tired of this relationship. I’m tired of us, Scaramouche.”
The indigo haired male merely looked annoyed. “Ugh, what’s this all about, [Y/N]? Come on, I’m sleepy, I’ve been out the entire day. I have better things to do than this.” He said dismissively. “That’s exactly what I’m saying!” You snapped. “You said it yourself, you’ve been out the entire day. You barely spend any time with me. Do you even consider me as your girlfriend anymore? Hell, you spend more time with that traveller Lumine than you do with me!” Now you were angry, your voice raised even more.
“And have you ever considered that I might not want to spend time with you? That I might want you out of here? That I might enjoy Lumine’s company more than yours?” The words were out of Scaramouche’s mouth before he could think about it, his ice cold gaze turning to look at you.
And he knew he’d messed up real bad when he saw your face.
The angry expression dropped from your face, replaced by a look of utter shock and disbelief. You sucked in a shallow breath as you both stared at each other. There was an indefinable emotion in Scaramouche’s irises as he looked at you. He wanted to take back his words, but his pride prevented him from doing so.
A heartbeat passed. And then another. And another. You were the one who broke the staring contest, the surprise changing into an emotionless expression. “Alright. I can see where I’m not wanted.” You said in a freezing tone as he briskly walked past him into your once- shared bedroom. Not even five minutes later, you reappear with two duffel bags in your hands. You’d managed to haphazardly stuff most of your important belongings into them. You came out to find Scara sitting relaxedly on the couch, eating the meal. The one you’d prepared.
He sat up straight when he saw your luggage in tow. “What are you-” “We’re over, Scaramouche.” You said coldly and firmly. He stood up angrily. “You can’t just do-” “I can damn well do what I want. There’s no ‘us’ anymore. Goodbye.” You cut him again roughly, promptly walking out the door, shutting it behind you. Scaramouche made no effort to stop you, he just stared at you as if expecting you to say that it was a joke.
It wasn’t. The chilly night wind instantly hit you as you stepped outside. A tear ran down your cheek as you debated what to do next. You weren’t going back, that much was certain. There was still traffic on the road, despite the time. You walked some distance to a nearby park and sat down on the swing, pulling out your phone to message your friend group.
‘Lukewarm idiots’
Y/N_real
ik its late but is anyone awake?
Haitham
Go to sleep, Y/N.
Y/N_real
look whos talking
anyways thats exactly why im here
need a place to crash tonight till i sort things out
Haitham
I see.
I’m not letting you anywhere near him from now on.
Sorry, I’m not home tonight…
Y/N_real
thats fine np
Nilou<3
why are yall awake?
oh
I agree with haitham
Jokemaster
Send me your location.
I’ll come pick you up
You can stay with me tonight.
Y/N_real
Omg TYSM CYNO
Jokemaster
And tomorrow ill go murder sc*r*
~Kaveh~
HELP
Same ngl
Haitham
Count me in too, Ill be back tomorrow
Nilou
Me too! How dare he do something like this to my precious N/N???
Y/N_real
GUYS DONT
I was the one who walked out on him T.T
Anyways -insert location-
Jokemaster
omw
~~~~~~~
You were grateful for your friends, you really were. God knows what you’d do without them. Within minutes, a sleek black car came speeding towards the park, and the white haired male that was Cyno stuck his head out the window, motioning you to get in, which you did without hesitation. The moment you closed the car door, Cyno immediately said, “I’ll freaking kill him, I swear.” “Cyno NO- actually you know what, I dont care anymore. Do what you want. I’ve had enough.” Cyno scowled. “Finally you broke up with that a**hole. It’s about time. He never deserved you anyways.” There was silence for a bit, which you broke with, “Cyno, thank you so much. I really owe you one.” “No, you dont. Not at all. If you want, consider this as compensation for giving me that limited time, exclusive TCG cardback.”
The moment Cyno opened the door to his spacious apartment flat, you instantly get tackled. “Hey-ow-HEY!” You exclaimed, making out the faces of Nilou and Kaveh, hugging the life out of you. “Welcome back, N/N.”
In their endeavours to cheer you up, you all binge-watched a bunch of Netflix series the entire night with a gigantic stock of snacks. (It worked.)
***********
Meanwhile Scaramouche was just sitting quietly, staring at the door. The fact that you’d actually left hadn’t sunk in yet. He kept expecting you to open the door, apologising for having walked out on him. How hypocritical. He should be the one apologising.
He was awake that entire night. Only when the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains did he realize that you weren’t coming back.
His mind was blank the entire day, as he gently shut the door behind him. Even his ‘acquaintances’ seemed to notice that he was out of it that day. Heck, he didn’t even pay as much attention to Lumine as he usually did. He came home early that night.
When he opened the door, he just stood there for a good minute, as if expecting something. He slowly realized that it was Y/N he was waiting for. He had grown too accustomed to Y/N badgering him with annoying questions about his day, then smile and say that dinner was ready. He worked on autopilot as he headed towards the kitchen, just to find that there was no plate of delicious homemade food waiting for him.
You wouldn’t ever be waiting for him at home with your boundless love ever again.
********
Over the next few days, your absence made itself blaringly known to Scaramouche. Takeout boxes littered the floor. He stopped going out as much. Everything reminded him of you. How the shade of that tree used to be your favourite hangout spot. How you loved those stray kittens. How that restaurant was your favourite. How that couple blissfully sitting in candlelight was once you and him.
When did things start to go wrong, he wondered. When did he start leaving you on read, not show up to dates, and ignore you. When and why did he start growing distant? Why on earth did he push away the only one who’d loved and understood him like no other? Now he was left all alone, longing desperately for a single glimpse of you.
He opened the last chat thread between you and him, bitter memories resurfacing. It read:-
‘Y/N <33’
Scara: Y/N
Scara: I’m so sorry
Scara: I really didn’t mean that, I swear. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment.
Scara: Shit, I know you’re really mad at me, but goddamn I swear I didn’t ever mean to say that. I know I haven’t been treating you well recently.
Scara: But please, can you give me another chance?
Scara: Your love means so much more to me than you can imagine.
{read}
Y/N <33 : No.
Y/N <33 : You really hurt me, Scara…
{Y/N <33 has blocked you.}
**********
Months had passed after the breakup and Scaramouche couldn’t bear it. Regret and guilt drowned him every day; not a moment went by without him cursing himself out for having said those two damned sentences that made you snap. You too had left him like everyone else, but this time, it was completely his own fault
He missed you. He missed you so much that he wanted to go to your doorstep and beg for you to return, if only he could find you. But the stars weren’t aligned in his favour. They never were.
You didn’t miss him. You got over him. Your beautiful shared memories were something that only brought you sadness now, at what couldve been. But you knew that something like this was inevitable to happen. After all, this is Scaramouche we’re talking about.
You’d been rooming with Kaveh and Alhaitham these past few months. And you were happy with it. I mean, the liveliness (of Kaveh and Alhaitham screaming at each other at the top of their lungs) was quite a welcome change.
*********
4 years had passed since, and Scaramouche still hadn’t seen you. He was barely holding on. For the sake of his sanity, he tried going out with others. To try to forget you. But it never worked. Because Scara knew that you were the one for him.
It was a starry night. Scaramouche idly walked past a restaurant to clear out his thoughts. It used to be your favourite restaurant, he thought wistfully.
And then he froze.
4 years. It had been four years since he’d last seen you. Evidently it wasn’t long enough for him to forget you. Because you were standing right there.
He couldn’t move; he couldn’t breathe.
He thought he’d be ecstatic when he saw you. Then why did he feel like he wanted to fall on his knees and scream his lungs out?
Because an unfamiliar man was one one knee before you, holding your hand delicately, gently slipping a ring onto your finger.
You were happy, content. He could clearly see your joy on your face. And it stung, because you’d never worn such a beautiful expression on your face when you’d been with him. Not even once.
He saw the two of you embrace tightly, before kissing each other deeply. He turned away; this scene was too painful to watch.
He was too late. He wasn’t enough anymore. Actually, he’d never been enough. You were always the one for him, yet he wasn’t ever the one for you.
Hope you liked it! Requests are still open till 30th july :)
#skylia's works#genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin fanfic#anthologies#skylia's 100 followers event#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#genshin angst#genshin hurt/comfort#genshin hurt/no comfort#scaramouche#scaramouche angst#genshin drabbles#genshin oneshots
174 notes
·
View notes
Text
New reading material yesssss
#solarpunk#hopepunk#reading#Sunvault#Phoebe Wagner#Bronte Christopher Wieland#anthologies#environmentalism#optimism#social justice
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
[Publishing] FREE BOOK ALERT!
Fantastic news! In celebration of Sim Kern’s Trans Rights Readathon, Ghoulish Books are prereleasing a FREE ebook version of the Bound In Flesh anthology for Readathon participants.
Click through to Sim Kern’s Trans Rights Readathon to learn what’s involved in signing up, and which charities you can donate to. My current preference is TENI, the Transgender Equality Network Ireland, but there are…
View On WordPress
#anthologies#body horror#books#creative#creativity#fiction#free book#hobbies#horror#publishing#short fiction#small press#trans authors#writing
221 notes
·
View notes
Text
*some of these continue well into the 21st century, but they at least started then.
#im reading Elsewhere currently and realized ive read a lot of these so i wanted to make a poll lol#thinking about reading#books#book poll#fantasy books#anthologies
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's Fine Press Friday!
A Classic Representation
The Greek Portrait is an anthology of English verse translations of eminent Greek poets, from Homer to Meleager, with the corresponding Greek text presented alongside. Numerous translators provided the translations, taking on the arduous task of translating essential works from the Classical Period, including epic, lyric, and dramatic poetry.
This 1934 edition was designed by British fine-press publisher Francis Meynell (1891-1975) and printed in an edition of 425 copies by Dutch book and type designer Jan van Krimpen (1892-1958) at the Press of Enschedé en Zonen in Haarlem for Meynell's Nonesuch Press in London. The text was edited by English poet and critic George Rostrevor Hamilton (1888-1967) and printed on Pannekoek paper in Fleischman Greek and van Krimpen's Lutetia types.
The illustrations are by Mariette Lydis (1887-1970), an Austrian-Argentine painter known for her portraits, illustrations, and erotic engravings. She was a self-taught artist who began her career at a young age and had a history of creating what was considered controversial artwork during her lifetime. She gained recognition for creating lithographic depictions that celebrated lesbian and bisexual relationships. However, some critics of her work described the illustrations as "perverse.” We find these prints to be quite lovely, however.
-Melissa, Special Collections Classics Intern
View another post with illustrations by Mariette Lydis.
View our other posts with books from the Nonesuch Press.
View other Classics posts.
#classics#Nonesuch Press#The Greek Portrait#ancient greek#greek#greek poetry#Greek poets#Mariette Lydis#Francis Meynell#Jan van Krimpen#Joh. Enschedé en Zonen#Enschedé#George Rostrevor Hamilton#illustrations#english translations#epic poetry#lyric poetry#Fleischman Greek type#Lutetia type#Pannekoek paper#classical period#classical literature#anthologies#fine press books#fine press publishing#so dramatic
19 notes
·
View notes
Photo
This year’s DC Pride is getting a second printing in July, and here’s Oscar Vega’s variant cover for it.
Read more
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
So freaking excited to be part of FOURTEEN DAYS, an anthology edited by Margaret Atwood and Douglas Preston, featuring so many of my fav authors and benefiting the Authors Guild. The book comes out on Feb. 6 and check the #WhoAmI tag for clues about some of the #bookish contributors...
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trans: Transgender Life Stories from South Africa edited by Ruth Morgan, Charl Marais and Joy Rosemary Wellbeloved
goodreads
Transgender life stories from South Africa takes the reader on a journey into the many worlds inhabited by transgender South Africans. The life stories recounted in this collection are both inspiring and compelling and reveal the courage and strength of each of the story tellers involved. The narratives detail the constant challenges of living in a country, that, despite its progressive Constitution, is still host to myriad prejudices and misunderstandings when it comes to trans people. With more than twenty original voices from the trans community in South Africa, the book is a journal of shared experiences for trans people and a fascinating point of departure for interested members of the general public. The contributors who 'transitioned, are transitioning or will transition', have all been actively involved in the process of making the book and have a great deal to say about their personal experiences of being transgender today. Their illuminating and touching life stories a
Mod opinion: I haven't heard of this book before, but it sounds fascinating and I hope to check it out at some point!
#trans#transgender life stories from south africa#ruth morgan#charl marais#joy rosemary wellbeloved#polls#trans books#trans lit#trans literature#lgbt books#lgbt lit#lgbt literature#non fiction#anthologies#to read
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kim Su-Yong, tr. by Peter H. Lee, from The Silence of Love: Twentieth-century Korean Poetry; “Helicopter”
[Text ID: "you are a creature of sorrow."]
#kim su yong#excerpts#writings#literature#poetry#fragments#selections#words#quotes#poetry collection#lit#poetry in translation#anthologies#korean literature#korean poetry#typography#sorrow
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
An anthology of bi poets! Really excited for this!
33 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi, hello ! ☆ I’d be interested in ordering a Heizou book with prompts 1 + 10, a fern bookmark and a flowery scent as addition, all wrapped up in a teyvat setting. If possible, please add an insecure reader that keeps on a smile even when deeply hurt. ★ Thank you for your service, I wish you a nice day ! <3
Insecurities~
Librarian's note- Thank you for requesting, this is absolutely beautiful! I hope you like it :)
Book info- Books- -> 1- Darling, don't you know you're my only one? | 10- My, my, someone's gotten jealous
Starring- Heizou
Bookmark- Gn! reader, scent- Hurt/comfort
*usage of petnames like love and dear, kissing*
home || event masterlist
"Oh, thank you so very much, Mr. Heizou!"
"Dear me, you didn't have to, Mr. Heizou!"
"Do you wanna go to Uyuu Restaurant later, my treat? This is my thanks for helping me out, Shikanoin!"
Ah yes, your boyfriend, Shikanoin Heizou. Best detective of the Tenryou Commission. Incredibly charismatic, has an excellent way with words. He is the sort of person who can easily charm anyone into revealing their deepest secrets if he wanted to. Of course, he didn't do that though.
But there's no denying it. Your boyfriend is quite the hotshot among the crowds, especially among the young girls. Why wouldn't he? He is literally flawless. And Heizou's disposition was such, that he easily flirted with them, often without meaning to. And then he returned to your shared home, where you had the gift of having all of his attention on you. But sometimes, your insecurities couldn't help but push their way to the top of your mind when Heizou wasn't around, nagging at you.
Yet you constantly kept a smile on your face. "Hey [Y/N] comradado, what's up! Howz it going with my broski Heizou?" Itto jumped at you out of nowhere. You sighed internally. "He's working, Itto, you know that. And you have to stop randomly terrorising little kids." "Hey, it's not my fault they get scared so easily!" He shouted. You winced and covered your ears at his loud tone while others nearby looked at you strangely. You kept that everpresent smile on your face as you bowed in apology to them.
Lunchtime had rolled around, and you walked over to the Tenryou Commission. You occasionally surprised him by bringing him some homemade lunch, which he greatly appreciated. As you approached Heizou's office though, you heard talking, which meant Heizou was still busy. You simply decided to wait outside his office till he was done, greeting the occasional passerby with that curve of your lips which almost always hid your true emotions. Until you heard rambunctious laughter inside the room. Curious, you peeked inside it to find Heizou laughing merrily. Kujou Sara was also present over there, and a small smile was playing on her lips. You wondered what were they talking about.
"Good lords, Sara, you really know how to pull my strings, don't you?" Heizou chuckled. Sara shrugged with a small grin. "Perhaps I do. I suppose that's what happens when we know each other for such a long time."
It was rare to see the general smiling. Was there something going on here that you didn't know? Your insecurities started bubbling up almost immediately. You couldn't help it. Sara was so much better than you after all, in both position and personality. You were merely a normal citizen of Inazuma City who managed to catch Heizou's attention after helping him out on one of his missions. Of course it was natural that Heizou would very much prefer Sara to you. After all, she had everything you didn't.
With no one to stop them, your insecurities ran rampant, resulting in you quickly keeping the lunch you made him on the floor and quickly leaving. You aimlessly walked around Inazuma City. After sometime, you just quietly sat down somewhere. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the sky turning vibrant shades of orange and red as the sun set. You also didn't notice footsteps quietly sneaking up to you, and started violently as a pair of hands covered your mouth. A handsome face framed in auburn popped up from behind you.
"Dear me, what's gotten you so lost today? Also, I saw your lunch sitting on the ground outside my office. It was delicious as always, but something was lacking." He hummed in disapproval as a slight sadness entered your eyes. "Oh.. What was missing?" "The person who made it." He said with a smirk as he kissed your temple. There he went, flirting with you again, making your heart ache. "Where were you, love, if you had dropped by my office?"
"I... saw you were talking with General Kujou. I thought I shouldn't interrupt." You said hesitantly. Heizou's eyes sparkled with mirth as he chuckled. "So that's what its about, huh. My my, someone's gotten jealous." "..No, it isn't that. Heizou, I think we should break up."
"What?" Heizou asked, all signs of laughter erased from his face as he stared at you with a frown. "What brought this on, love? What's wrong? Did I do something." You shook your head quickly. "No no, you didn't do anything, rather, its about me. I realised.. Maybe I'm not the right person for you. I'm just an ordinary citizen after all. I have so many flaws. I'm sure there are many who could make you much, much happier than I can. People like Sara are so much more better than me-mmmghf!"
Your words had been cut off by Heizou firmly kissing your lips, effectively shutting you up. He parted from you after a few moments and looked into your eyes with sincerity in his gaze. He quietly said, "Darling, don't you know you're my only one?" He kissed your forehead. "My only one." The tip of your nose. "My love." He captured your mouth again. "So don't you ever think like that again. If that's your reason, then I'm not allowing you to break up with me. Because I know damn well that there isn't anyone better for me than you."
He walked around the bench and hugged you tight. "I love you , okay? Remember that, darling." You took in a deep breath, inhaling Heizou's scent, as you allowed your fears and insecurities to ebb away. "I love you too, Heizou. Thank you for always being there for me."
Sorry for the late response, and I hope you liked it :)
Requests are still open, please check out my event masterlist for that
#anthologies#skylia's 100 followers event#skylia's works#heizou#genshin heizou#genshin fanfic#genshin angst#genshin fluff#genshin hurt/comfort#shikanoin heizou#heizou hurt/comfort#heizou fluff#heizou fanfic#heizou angst#genshin imagines#genshin oneshots#genshin drabbles#heizou x reader#heizou imagines#thank you for requesting :)
265 notes
·
View notes
Video
youtube
Behind the Scenes - Episode #1: Dead Man's Trial
The first in a series of videos discussing how my co-authors and I came up with each short story in my first self-published anthology, Tales from Mistland & Other Oddities: Volume I!
:)
#behind the scenes#writers on tumblr#fantasy#byzantine empire#the divine comedy#journey the video game#pogroms#tales from mistland#straight from the duck's bill#indie author#anthologies#short stories
7 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Forest
Artist: Quinton Hoover
TCG Player Link
Scryfall Link
EDHREC Link
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
ICYMI: I'm part of another anthology! 🏠 A few weeks ago, Page Street YA revealed the cover of THE HOUSE WHERE DEATH LIVES, edited by Alex Brown, and look how gorgeous it is! I love writing short stories, and I think this is one of the best (and most tragic 💔) I've ever written, so I can't wait for you to read it!
Here's the official description:
🏠THE HOUSE WHERE DEATH LIVES ANTHOLOGY (originally titled: This House is Haunted) edited by Alex Brown:
✨New York Times bestselling and award-winning authors weave interconnected haunted house stories to build a unique collection of chilling tales, with stories from Alex Brown, Nova Ren Suma, Gina Chen, Traci Chee, Linsey Miller, Rosiee Thor, Courtney Gould, Kay Costales, Liz Hull, Shelly Page, Justine Pucella Winans, Sandra Proudman, C.L. McCollum, Nora Elghazzawi, Tori Bovalino, G. Haron Davis✨
🏠A dance to the death. A girl who’s just as monstrous as H.H. Holmes. A hallway that’s constantly changing—and hungry. All of these stories exist in the same place—within the frame of a particular house that isn’t bound by the laws of time and space.
🏠Following in the footsteps of dark/horror-filled YA anthologies like His Hideous Heart and Slasher Girls and Monster Boys, and Netflix’s ground-breaking adaptation of The Haunting of Hill House, this YA speculative fiction anthology explores how the permanence of a home can become a space of transition and change for both the inhabitants and the creatures who haunt them.
🏠Each story in the anthology will focus on a different room in the house and feature unique takes on monsters from a wide array of cultural traditions. Whether it’s a demonic Trickster, a water-loving Rusalka, or a horrifying, baby-imitating Tiyanak, there’s bound to be something sinister lurking in the shadows.
THE HOUSE WHERE DEATH LIVES releases August 6, 2024, but pre-orders are available now via Bookshop, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon, or check with your favorite local retailer to see about pre-ordering!
Cover credits: Laura Benton & Rachel Jablonski
11 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
za-cherry
Diagnosed Bastard
korurichocolat
砂海のかたすみで
theawkwardestofsauces
awkwardsauce :D
victoriasalvatore-xo
Victoria
wendlandii
wendlandii