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He looks at you like artistry. A contemporary piece he's never seen before. Taking in every detail with calculating eyes. Wondering what intentions the skillful hands of the cosmos had in mind when making you.
He wishes to know your story, the happiness that makes the music of your voice, the experiences settled in the sculpt of your frame, the tragedies brushed into the strokes of your irises.
The complexities of your being astound him, mesmerize him. Every new fact he learns about you adds another stanza to your sonnet.
To him, you are art in its purest form. Not one part can exist without the other. The greatest of symphonies would not be complete without their rests. He adores all of you.
How foolish he was at first, to think you were just a simple creature. Oh, the things he has taken for granted. When did he become so blind? Was it his Pride? Or had he simply been breathing for so long, that the sweet orchestra of life became dull to his ears? How long had it been since he stopped to watch people commune in the streets? Or sat a while to watch the trees sway from his window? Or pondered on the meaning of a wonderful word?
Excitement. How many centuries since he's felt like that? Filled with a rather humiliating child-like giddiness. But it's...invigorating. Everything stands out to him fresh, avant-garde. You remind him that there's still so much for him to discover.
A change in the wind, the turning of a page to a whole new chapter, a swelling crescendo, you are enticing. Every second spent with you leaves him craving more.
All he desires is to be in your presence. To see your colors. To hear your melody. To bask in the opus of your existence. It was only a matter of time before you would manage to become his everything, his obsession, his passion. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
For Lucifer is a connoisseur, and to him, you are nothing less than the crown of luxury.
#just getting into the habit of writing little things on a whim#I miss just smashing words onto a page#and doing more poetic stuff#not focusing exclusively on long projects#or perfection#but that's neither here nor there#thank you for listening to my tag ramble#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#obey me lucifer#lucifer x reader#lucifer x mc
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THE DARK URGE ↣ [5/?]
💜💜💜💜💜
#baldur's gate#bg3#bg3edit#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#shadowheart x mc#bg3 spoilers#here have another one that has nothing to do with actual durge stuff#durge#iva.gif#oc: anson#otp: shadowheart x anson#more poetic ship tag pending
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Hey man me again, it’s nearly 3am and i was curious. What would theoretically happen if someone (say a human bully, or a lesser uninformed demon or smthn of the sort) were to put down and talk absolute shit about Dipper with the anticipation of Bill joining in and/or being impressed and agreeing cause here’s this super cool and sexy guy surely he also thinks Dipper’s a useless freak right? How would Bill take this kinda confrontation about his husband? Would his reaction vary depending on wether or not Dipper was there? (I lowkey think it would but I’m just a worm in a bait bucket uk) (also sorry this comes across like a fucking critical thinking question from a middle school textbook)
At best someone talking shit about Dipper gets a long lecture about all the reasons Dipper is way, way cooler than them! And some broken bones. That's Bill's husband, he picked a great partner, and he is not going to pretend otherwise for someone else's ego.
The rant's absent if Dipper's around, but frankly? It'd be better for the bully/demon if Dipper was around to hear someone dissing him to Bill. In that Bill would refrain from the most gruesome acts within his mortal's sight.
Though if they're smart, they'll notice the way Bill's looking at them, and take that brief amount of time to run.
#answers#Bill's less verbose about all of Dipper's positive traits within his hearing range#But then the same goes for Dipper#They don't often talk each other up within earshot#Dipper because fuck knows Bill's ego doesn't need more feeding#And Bill because he doesn't wanna look 'soft'#Yeah Bill. That's going Great for you isn't it#Considering the way you stomped on that bully's foot so hard his metatarsals shattered#Just because he tried to make a snide comment about Dipper to this 'cool guy'#Assuming that Bill would agree#Dipper has not missed the treatment of people talking shit about him#Perhaps sometime one of his former bullies pulled some crap. Typically bully stuff. Dipper got very tense and upset.#Only to watch Bill immediately shut that shit down with a quickness and vicious glee#And perhaps a splattering of blood#Bill gets kissed stupid afterwards for reasons *he* can't discern#But Dipper's wanted to do that. Do a Revenge. Resisted for moral reasons; gritted his teeth and tried to be the Better Person#And he's so so absurdly grateful that someone did it FINALLY#That there WAS Revenge and he didn't have to get his hands dirty#Dipper didn't have to muster the courage. Bill didn't even hesitate#And it was SO poetically delivered that Dipper has to mentally salute Bill for his ability for creative nastiness#Bill figures out WHY eventually. And then is very smug about it.#But in the moment he's just oh wow!! hey there!!! Didn't expect THAT from Dipper; usually he hates something so very plainly cruel#Don't catch Bill complaining; he's already trying to compile a list of targets that'll get this reaction again
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BOAT BOYS TEXT POSTS 5: BOY5 IN BOAT5
(1/2/3/4/5/6/?)
Bonus: Finn Merrill has been dead for four slutty, slutty years and I'm here to retroactively drag him via other peoples' text posts
#After The Storm#Boat Boys#Rich Merrill#Athena Merrill#Angela Merrill#Joey Trimmer#Basil Wright#Michigan Ford#Liam Beaker#Leo Troy#Bella Beaker#Liam's mother and father both being in the same place with him is the worst-case scenario for Liam lmao#EVERYBODY walks away from that one upset lmao#deeply considering doing one of these with like dramatic poetic stuff#But also the funny ones are more fun
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so i was rereading my stuff (as i often do lol) and came across one of my absolute favourite things i’ve ever written.
“it is my life’s biggest regret that it was my actions and my mistake that led to james’ death, to both their deaths. they were…the last people on earth who should’ve died so young. james and lily had so much life in them, so much left to give. and i will never forgive myself for the part i played in ending that light. i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness but i’m so sorry, baby.”
and despite sirius’ attempts to stem the tears, they spilled over anyway, and gosh, it ached to see this strong, proud man break down in front of him like this. harry didn’t think sirius deserved to feel this way, but he also knew a thing or two about (irrational) guilt and he knew it was an insidious, poisonous thing that crawled up your body, slowly killing you from the inside out. sirius had been carrying this inside him for a decade and a half, and he was only now letting himself feel the grief and the guilt and the loss, letting himself mourn properly. (and wasn't harry humbled at the thought that sirius considered him trustworthy enough to break down in his arms? it was frightening, the knowledge that he quite literally held his godfathers heart in his hands right now, because who was he kidding, he was the last potter left now who could grant him his absolution)
#sirius black#harry potter#good godfather sirius black#like.#he was the last potter left who could grant him his absolution#THAT LINE HITS SO HARD WTF???#i want these writing skills again lmao#everything just feels—so dry and clinical now#like describing the weather#and it’s not ~bad~ but it’s not this either ykno?#this entire fic only kills me#it’s just. so good#look @ me waxing poetic about my own stuff lmao#never been more clear i’m my own target audience#dont mind me if i do this (posting lines from random fics) again 💀#pen’s writing#pen’s favourites
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angels and demons don't kiss. it's just not a thing they do. not something that comes naturally. like yeah they probably can and do fall in love and stuff but that's totally not how they'd express it. no idea what other crazy stuff they might get up to but not kissing. it's just a weird thing that humans do, but totally beneath them (at least heaven thinks that way).
it's the same with how they view food, really. why do it, it's just gross? sullying the temple of your celestial body, or whatever. why do it when they don't need to?
heaven and hell don't get the meaning of food, though, the symbolism. they don't get that it's something far more than just fuel for our bodies. that there's thoughts and emotions and social things that come with it. that it has a meaning, it has purpose. a very human purpose.
they don't get the meaning behind human things. they don't get our thoughts or interactions or all the little routines and rituals that come with our everyday things. they don't understand human emotions or their significance. they just don't get us. and it's not like they really try to, either.
angels and demons don't kiss.
then again, it's aziraphale, who loves to eat sushi and drink hot chocolate.
then again it was Crowley, who, well..
#good omens#aziraphale#Crowley#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#Idk if this is canon but I like to think it is#this became way more poetic than I intended#the curse of a writer I suppose#in love with all the little human things they do<3#just saw a squirrel do the sickest leap from a roof to a tree good job squirrel#this damn show has been the only thing on my mind for the past two weeks help#very normal about them#bees saying stuff#just throwing words at the wall and seeing what sticks#something something aziraphale learning French the human way instead of just knowing it
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Csptaineer art request 5. admiring them from afar
dear anon, I know you asked for art but I had intended these as writing prompts! however!! I may doodle something for this later anyway, because it's cute :3
and still, never do we tire of watching stars glow
head engineer mark x reader (the captain) | words: 877
For as long as you'd known him, he'd always had a certain look of awe about him when it came to space:
When you were kids, huddled up in blankets watching a documentary about The Solar System while you shared a bowl of cookies.
And as teens, laying side by side in the dry summer grass, gazing up at the stars dotting the sky, laughing and pointing out constellations and making up stories about what it would be like when you got to be among them.
And as cadets, the first time you voyaged beyond Earth's atmosphere.
Now the Captain of a ship he'd built from the ground up, it took you by surprise when you looked up from your data tablet one day to see him gazing at you with that same look of wistfulness and wonder.
His expression lasted for the briefest moment before he registered that you'd seen him, eyes widening and cheeks flushing almost imperceptibly from this distance. He immediately averted his gaze to anywhere but yours, busying himself with whatever he could.
You let out an amused huff, an incredulous yet flattered smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
It was far from the first time you'd caught someone giving you a starstruck or near-mesmerised look, especially within your own crew. But for him to be the one staring like that? The same admiration and fascination that you'd seen in his eyes when he beheld an eclipse, or a meteor shower, or your new home planet, directed at you…?
You couldn't deny the small flutter in your stomach, or your heartbeat slightly quickening its pace.
You brushed off the thought and continued working, but from then on you couldn't help but keep noticing the awe and longing when he looked at you, whether it be from across a room or in conversation. It made you wonder if this was a recent phenomenon, or if you had simply been blind to it for a long time.
It was one of those moments of catching his warm, starlit gaze in which you were caught off-guard once again.
You met his eyes with the same intensity once you realised he was watching you, raising your eyebrows slightly to get his attention. He looked embarrassed and a little taken aback, as he always did in such scenarios, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he decided whether or not to abandon ship. Instead, his mouth curved into a smile that crinkled his eyes with fondness, followed by a quick wink.
Now it was your turn to look surprised.
It's not that the gesture was out of character or that he couldn't be bold when he wanted to. You just hadn't expected it now.
Later, you found it in you to be direct.
‘What's with all the staring lately, Mark?’
His eyes widened at the question. It wasn't particularly like you to be so upfront about something like this.
You watched as your head engineer’s expression turned apologetic and a little guilty, like he'd been caught red-handed.
‘Uhh- I'm sorry. Am I in trouble, Captain?’
You giggled quietly. ‘Nah. I never said I minded, just wondering…’
He visibly relaxed at your response.
‘Oh, well in that case. To be honest, Cap, it's sorta hard to look away sometimes.’
You felt your face flush at this, but were given no pause to utter a reply even if you’d had the words; he continued quickly, as if just realising what he'd said aloud and in the same moment deciding to fully commit to speaking his mind, before he could let himself back out.
‘I just- I love seeing you doing your job, you look so happy and assured. And proud — of everyone you work with, proud that you're part of the team. You're always so willing to help out and listen to what everyone needs. And watching you take command of a situation- You just– you have this aura that screams that you belong here, this is what you were meant to do, and you have a positive effect on everybody around you. We're so lucky and grateful to have you as our Captain.’
And here you are, stunned into silence for a moment.
He stands there, trying to gauge your reaction, a little flustered himself but steadfast in his confession.
You feel a little giddy, but take a breath to soothe your racing heart, finally composing yourself again as the smile you can no longer hold back paints your face.
‘Thank you, Mark. That's… that's really sweet.’
He grins. ‘Just being honest.’
‘And I feel exactly the same about you, by the way.’
He tilts his head in confusion.
‘Watching you in action, it's the same.’
You can see it in his eyes when it clicks.
‘Wait, Captain, are you saying you-’
‘Almost as much as you,’ you chuckle. ‘Except I don't get caught. You could definitely use some improvement in that area.’
He looks away, smile becoming sheepish, the tint on his cheeks you are sure matches yours from only moments ago.
‘But… like I said,’ you speak up again, drawing his attention back to you. ‘I don't really mind. It is kinda cute seeing your reaction when I catch you.’
#I'm sorry this took a lot longer than I was planning#at first I was just struggling then when I got into it stuff was happening irl and I was too busy😩#but anyway I hope you enjoy!#hope this doesn't read as too ooc or anything😬 I just want super sweet fluff rn#maybe I am just overthinking but lmk what you think y'all think#as always reading your comments makes my entire day or week even#ALSO CHILDHOOD FRIENDS CAPTAINEER WOOO#I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE TROPE#AND I THINK ABOUT MARK AND THE CAPTAIN AS KIDS ALL THE TIME LIKE WAY TOO MUCH#also about the title bc I was feeling a little poetic :0 just think.#humanity has been gazing at the same stars for eons#and yet we still do it#we don't ever get bored#maybe some like to more than others but#I think it's fair to say that it's a pretty universally shared and agreed upon idea that stars are beautiful#and looking at them is nice#and we probably won't stop any time soon#I think that's a nice sentiment :) and it literally just came to me as I was trying to think of a title#amee writes#blooming romance prompts#asks#anonymous#iswm#in space with markiplier#captaineer#engineer mark x captain#engineer mark x reader#head engineer mark x reader#head engineer mark#engineer!mark
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It’s kinda weird and borderline annoying reading a history book that wasn’t written by someone who isn’t a “proper” historian bc it’s like can you stay on track and not ramble for 10 pages?!
#and i know sometimes historians do this but at least the books that I’ve read didn’t have this lmfao#i’m reading a book and while i like it when sometimes the author starts to ramble sometimes it’s like#can we focus on the topic the book is about?!?#and also when they just start to get all poetic jdksdh ughhhh bRO just give me the FACTS#this is why i’m trying to read more fiction so i can get used to this stuff lmfao jdsjdhjs
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sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive
#lighthearted but also serious bc what is going on here buddy#been feeling weird as hell these past few months#like I can remember some stuff… but it doesn’t feel normal to forget the names of anyone I haven’t seen/heard the name of in a few days#or forget about basic interests and personality traits and experiences and feel like a blank slate every day#idk like ultimately life goes on and I’m happy to live in the moment but it would be nice to understand why my brain is doing this#just thinking#meposting#I think my brain just. does this sometimes when I’m stressed. which is annoying#I recall (lmao) feeling similar during earlier parts of life so this isn’t *new* it’s just unexpected and much more disruptive as an adult#I’m feeling better about it than I was. after like. acknowledging it. bc my mind has not always felt like a sieve it isn’t always this bad.#whatever#I’ll tag as dissociation just in case it’s related/reminiscent and ppl don’t want to see that#dissociation#me and her go way back… haven’t seen each other in years though#she wasnt all bad! coping mechanisms can provide relief and a sense of safety#and as far as coping mechanisms go it’s not the most unhealthy. though it ranks high in ‘socially stunting’#I kind of miss the distance sometimes to be honest everything’s just So Much all the time#I’m so solid now#so stuck in the ruts of capitalism#fuck capitalism#I wish my imagination didn’t feel so dulled#sorry I love talking#and I don’t miss dissociation when I feel mentally present because I feel so Here with the people and things I love but rn?#it’s like a lose-lose bc I am not Here nor am I untethered. I’m heavy yet hold nothing#I enjoy being dramatic/poetic about it — I feel pretty fine. I just hope this isn’t a permanent and/or long-term state of existence.#like it makes me awful at my job I went from remembering a solid amount of the student body’s names (built up over a few years) to. like 5.#overnight it felt like. like Stressful Thing happened and I went to work and I couldn’t remember anyone’s names.#can’t believe I have to start from fucking scratch AGAIN I’d be better off quitting and working at a different school#bc at least then my lack of knowledge/remembering is justified rather than strange and seemingly rude#I’m getting better now but at the beginning of this it was blue screen in my brain all the time
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(Hello hi big fan love your work binged it in like 3 days) Do you think you'll be adapting Nightbringer, too, or will you be going over more of the original game's content first?
(glad you liked it!! i remember seeing your comment on the fic itself too, especially happy that you like my son mephisto too <33)
atm i don't have plans to do a formal adaptation of nightbringer - 'formal' here meaning a proper fic with, like, continuity. i'd be open to doing snapshots of certain events/stuff i've been making up in my head, though!
as for the rest of the og's content, i do at least want to do a mini-fic where ik gets to meet and befriend the s4 trio (so probably 4-5 chapters, one for each chara and then one or two just for some shenanigans together), and potentially more snapshots for the more interesting plot points - most likely the lucifer amnesia arc
that's about it for now! still no plans for any full-blown sequels, but i've got lots of idea snippets i'm excited to try out once jtta is complete! (and WOW, we're getting close...)
#answering asks#sevenofreds#it's the summer hols so my workload is much less and i've been wondering if i might be able to finish the fic with the extra time#there are 6 chapters left (technically 5 since the last is more of a short goodbye note) so maaaaybe i could do it?#it helps that what i've got planned is mostly fun stuff that shouldn't require too much deliberation#the trouble is just sitting down and writing the dang thing#it'd be kind of poetic if the last chapter went up on the 7th march. since it'd finish exactly 3 years after publication#but i'd rather it didn't take that long... ok so new goal!! finish the fic by year's end#that much i reckon i can manage
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Omfg i finally started watching the saiki k anime yesterday and im back in the brainrot.....expect Saiteru art from me again....tbh i wanna draw more of the other characters too....arrghfhsgdghffh
#like i might start making poetic shit idk#i got schoolwork and stuff but like. i can do it later#bsiaysudgdidguf saiteru got me on a chokehold even years laterrr (ToT)(ToT)(ToT)#like cmon i havent really read the manga at all since 2021 i think (ToT)#obsession at its finest#i also got into one piece so i'm aiming to draw more of the Straw hat idiots#probs more ace attorney but idk....
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plotting...
#;ooc#ooc#plotting my beloved and detested#i actually prefer to just throw ideas and/or dynamics first#unless i do have an idea to put#or my r.p partner has one of course#i dunno it helps figuring out chemistry and stuff#the worries of getting too poetical too; or talking too much#im always worrying about those things which in turn has kinda made me fall back from reaching out to more people out of the dasha#i should work on that -nods nods-
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listen. listen. take me up, cast me away. this phrase already drives me insane but in the context of this gifset? im spinning and spinning and spinning and sp
so like. okay. back to the basics. this is the phrase that's inscribed on either side of the blade of excalibur. yes, that excalibur, arthurian legend excalibur, the one from the lady of the lake (no, not the sword in the stone, they're different swords, yes i know it's confusing).
i'm not sure where this inscription first came into use, as most articles/information i can find just say "in multiple versions" the inscription or similar words to it are mentioned, although the only specific example i've found is tennyson's idylls of the king.
"[...] on one side,
Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world,
'Take me,' but turn the blade and ye shall see,
And written in the speech ye speak yourself,
'Cast me away!' And sad was Arthur's face
Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him,
'Take thou and strike! the time to cast away
Is yet far-off.' So this great brand the king
Took, and by this will beat his foemen down."
-- (Forgive me, I don't want to count all the lines and there are no line numbers, but I got the full text on Project Gutenberg.)
i also looked at Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur which is a pretty major text for popular/well-known Arthurian canon, and while there is an interesting exchange between Merlin and Arthur about swords and scabbards when Arthur takes up Excalibur that could certainly be relevant, there is no mention of the inscription on the blade.
but like, here's the thing. take me up, cast me away. it's about being willing to take up the mighty sword, to wear the heavy crown--take responsibility, take action, wield power and make hard choices. but it's also about knowing when to stop. not just when to take up the burden of power but when to let go of the joys of power. it's about knowing you can't fight fate: one day, the sword must be cast back into the lake. one day you will lose your power. one day camelot must fall, and arthur must die on the fields of camlann. in many ways, camelot was doomed from the start, from the very first time arthur drew the sword from the stone: because of the blood his father spilt, because of the fate that had been sealed long ago. it won't be for a long time, of course--galahad is unborn, the grail unfound, the heralds uncalled. guinevere is still loyal, if they're married at all, and lancelot might not have even arrived yet (i'm really not sure on the timeline, and even i were an expert i would doubt that there was anything consistent given all the different versions and contradicting tales that have been told over the years). but nonetheless, camelot will fall. take me up, cast me away: take power, but give it up, when it is time. take action, fight, but be willing to stop, too. stand up but know one day you must stand down, one day you will fall. take power. give it up. take responsibility. give it up. fight. surrender.
that may sound bleak, but you must remember: happy endings don't exist. it's about where you end the story--camelot lives many prosperous years before it inevitably crumbles. happy endings are just time. and if you stand up and fight--take up the sword--you can buy that time. the time to cast away is yet far off.
(as a quick digression, it's also very interesting to me that in tennyson's text, take me up is written in the oldest tongue known to this world, while cast me away is written in the common tongue arthur knows. i don't think i have the energy to get into this in depth but like. wow, right?)
now you might be thinking hey gert? gert? what the FUCK does this have to do with kate and martina. and i admit. i got a little side tracked because this shit makes me emo. i haven't even gotten into galahad and i won't for the sake of time and relativity to the main topic here. and like, sure, the themes of fate less important/prevalent here i think. but like. listen.
take responsibility. fight, when no one else will. stand even when you're alone. be independent. but also know when to stand down. know when you need help. take up the sword, even though you're so young, too young to be a soldier. but cast it away when you must, when you can. be a kid, too.
and then there's the double meaning: two abandoned children. take me up. cast me away.
ough.
#dont take me as an arthurania expert btw im just uhhh whats it called#poeticizing? pontificatijng? idk#anyways im emo#i almost pulled out my actual malory text but its back at my dorm and i didnt want to wait#and anyway with this you can link the text so yall can see it if you want#ANYWAYS X2 i might add more to this later bc now i gotta actually do class stuff but. still#enjoy ig!#the mysterious benedict society#gertspeak#long post#im not sure how coherent/cohesive this is bc i wrote it while waiting for class to start and cramping hard and having not eaten all day#(cant eat for another two hours at minimum send me good vibes boys 😔)
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(writing prompt here)
Deep gray storm clouds suffocated once blue skies in an instant, thunder rumbling like the deep growl of a starving predator.
The natural light in your aparment rapidly died out, shifting the world as if standing in the depths of a large cave - its opening offering a view to the impending doom outside.
Attentive, your turtle beau stood as a watcheful guardian close to a window, his large frame casting yet another shadow into the protection of your home.
The air had this electric smell, mixed with a moisture easily recognizable in this summer temperature. It was yet an odor that reminded you of him; a faint shimmer of sweat on his scales.
As a flash danced across the skyline, your arms found solace around one of his, toned muscles ever so slightly shifting under your touch.
Both observing nature's spectacle, heaven's clamor next brought an intense downpour on the city, the rain's drumming rivaling with the ongoing rumble.
The mutant felt your frame relax and your hold soften. His rising churr was intertwining with the storm - a dragon in its cave with its prized possession.
"Let's get to bed," he said.
For we will protect ourselves from thunder and rain.
And I'll cherish being lost at sea with you. Watching the elements battle eachother for your love - yet all they'll do is crash upon this shell.
#trying to do some quick stuff here and there with prompts#feeling poetic tonight idk#expect maybe some more stuff like this#I'm just trying to get my writing juices back 😅
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started rereading a book that I had mixed feelings about but have also thought about a lot since (and I do like to revisit works that had a particular resonance with me to try and figure out what that captivating something was) and anyway I did read this book the first time when I was probably too young for it (I think my mom was reading it for a book club and I saw it on her nightstand and read the blurb and she told me I probably should wait until I was older to read it) and I remember that sneaking into her room to read it in little snatches. Sitting on the floor of her bathroom in secret with that book. But ANYWAY what I'm trying to say is I remembered being vaguely annoyed with the narrator and I was wondering if that would still be the case reading it as an adult. And the answer is yes. I am finding her insufferable, in fact.
#it's The Thirteenth Tale in case you were wondering#and this gal is annoying for multiple reasons#but to get specific. She was born with a conjoined twin but her twin died and she didn't find out about this until she was ten#and weirdly defines like her whole identity on that#haven't got far enough yet but I remember later in the book they like wax poetic about this inherent sense of ''twin-ness''#and like her always feeling the shadow of her dead twin and stuff#which. ok. vibes I guess.#but hear me out. I was also actually a twin (we think) bc my mom literally had a miscarriage but then was still pregnant with me#which. (1) was not a defining moment to find out about bc I do not even remember her first telling me that#(2) maybe has caused me to wonder more about what it would have been like to grow up as a twin than your average person#but I also think that's probably normal to wonder about a little#and (3) is definitely not something I would base my identity around at all??#granted. being born connected is more dramatic and also this is literally gothic fiction#but still idk she's all like ''oh woe is me I'm half of a whole and I've been lonely forever bc I'm missing my other half''#like. girl me too? but idk I'm normal about it#also the whole ''I only read books all day and I don't talk to anyone and I just work at my dad's bookstore#where I don't actually have to do that much work I just get to read whatever I want and also write when I feel like it''#I HATE YOU#she's just like me if my main character syndrome was indulged and if I was ANNOYING and self-obsessed#what growing up an only child will do to you ig lol#if you've reached the end of my very petty and specific rant. hello.
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𝐎𝐎𝐂; I just love it when the FC cosplays the muse and this time, it extended into the modern musician verse with the style of his FC's new music, because that is very very very close to how I headcanon his own music writing being.
#his FC only does the harmonies in their band ( i have vaedar also singing in RP stuff ) but he's the writer#and the band's style tends to be not on the darker side like that song but they changed it up it seems for that one#and it's perfect ok so i had to share the more dense rock style of it is also instead of the pop-punk-alt they usually do is spot on for va#vaedar's writing style i hc to be a bit more on the poetic side but witty sort of.. idk how to explain but yes#tati ooc#when it's closer to halloween i will hunt down that other post of his fc cosplaying the muse
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