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mauvelvr · 7 months

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disturbing the peace.

purgatory rings out like a bell in the night

live or die, awake to death.

i turn over in sleep and call out into the dark:

burn me in your flames or warm me in your embrace

but light a match or or turn on the light.

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poets corner #poetsandwriters #lesbian poetry #own poetry #my poetry #poems #aesthetic poetry #lesbian poems #aesthetic #poetic #poet #poetry annotations #poets of tumblr #poetblr #poemblr

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jayvespertine · 3 months

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— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.

#annotated books #bookstagram #poetry books #fictional men #fiction #fan fiction #poetry lovers #aesthetic poetry #poetry #dark academic aesthetic #romantic academia #romantic #dark academia #literature #quotes #poem #light academia #romance #love quotes

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shitty-late-night-writing · 6 months

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Love poems just hurt differently when you know that one is still in love and the other isn’t.

#just a bit sad #sad poem #book annotations #poetry #poetry annotations #love poem #this man has ruined me #this man has my whole heart #I’ve read this so many times and it still hurts #god it hurts

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wedarkacademia · 6 months

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Yesterday I was the Moon by Noor Unnahar

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festering-psyche · 1 year

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annotated some poetry like a loser/super cool person depending on how you view it

#poetry #annotations #poetry annotations #notes #literacy #english #poem #poems #slay #romance #romantic #love #love poem #love poems #black and white #tumblr #dark academia #academia #aesthetic

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somerabbitholes · 10 months

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found this heavily annotated beautiful beautiful copy at a used books’ store

#booklr #books #vintage #used books #annotations #academia aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #study arsthetic #studysthetics #poetry #literature #mumbai #book blog #old books #bookstore #bookshelf #t s eliot

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silverystardustt · 1 month

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in the web of life, things are more connected than they first seem

#literature #thoughts #digital diary #author #writer #poet #poetry #bookish #books #journal #book journal #annotating #classics #mythology #academia #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia

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thedarkacademian · 2 years

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chaotic academia is annotating gen Z humour on 100+ year old books

#yes i do this #annotations #dark academia #dead poets society #the secret history #chaotic academia #dark academia aesthetic #light academia #classic academia #aesthetic #the dark academian #poetry #studyblr

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liesandnights · 9 months

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I will literally marry you on spot if you were to ever gift me a book of annotated poetry with all your thoughts messily scrawled in the margins. Highlighted lines of poetry that reminds you of me, and a note on the first page stating how you wish I were to enjoy the book just as much as you did… not kidding.

#annotated books #poetry #bibliophile #hand written letters #doodle #books and libraries #dark academia #literature #art #music #tumblog #dark academia aesthetic #classic literature #love quotes #poets on tumblr #writers blog #love #books #literature academia aesthetic

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dearlyjess · 24 days

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it’s ~ finals season ~ which means writing multiple 20 page papers, which also means that i will read tons of shorter books to give my brain a break

#studyblr #study #booklr #litblr #reading #books #literature #reading aesthetic #gradblr #grad student #finals #nikki giovanni #poems #poem #poetry #book annotations

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diaryofruchita · 7 months

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ruchita, from all my tomorrows are yours

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jayvespertine · 3 months

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— diksha suman (moon poet)

#dark academia #light academia #romantic academia #poem #books & libraries #annotated books #books and flowers #i love books #poetry books #books #bookstagram #booktok #moon quotes #moonchild #poetry #quotes #literature #romance #love quotes

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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Reluctant Bride

Pairing: Ellaria Sand x Baratheon!Fem! Reader (background Oberyn Martell x baratheon!fem!reader)

warnings: description of war, derogatory description of women, forced marriage, oberyn talks lowly of the reader’s appearance and status because he’s angry he has to marry in the first place, Oberyn is a dick but he gets better, (this makes it sound worse than it is lol. Just lore building with angst and sapphic yearning lmao.

Summary: Just months after the rebellion has ended, Ellaria Sand meets her lover’s betrothed.

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Ellaria was dressed in finer clothes than you on your own wedding day.

Orange silk embroidered with golden serpents hugged her curves and fine jewels were weaved into her hair that your betrothed seemed content to twirl with his finger as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

You didn’t need to be told who she was. The beautiful woman by your husband’s side, you saw it plainly in his eyes. Love and devotion that could never be found in a marriage under the sept’s roof, but rather one made by affection and passion.

Ellaria Sand was more of Oberyn’s wife than you ever thought you would be.

But bless the poor woman’s heart, she was frightened.

She didn’t want to come to his wedding at first. But Oberyn has all but begged her to, laying gentle kisses up her arm until he was mumbling his plea into the crook of her neck.

“If I will be forced to wed against my will, the least you can allow me is the pleasure of having my true love by side when I am chained to another.”

He always has a flair for dramatics, her sweet prince.

But Ellaria felt it, as she entered Storm’s End by his side, the judgemental stares and hushed whispers when his hand did not release hers. She knew exactly what they thought of her without ever heaving to hear their voices grind against her ears.

“He brought his whore?”

“To his own wedding, the gal!”

“She’s a bastard too, I heard.”

“That’s the dornish for you, debauched dogs, every single one of them.”

But she would not flinch at their words, she knew she was a bastard since birth, Dorne may have welcomed it but the rest of Westeros had no issue reminding her and every other sand in the world of their place. She learned it well and wore it with pride. She was the lover of the Red Viper, a child of house Uller, the gossip of tittering lords and ladies did not frighten her.

However, the Baratheons did.

She would be a fool not to, truly. They were the ones that started the war, plunging the realm into a year of bloodshed and horror that their eldest son charged headfirst into without a second thought.

Strong, dutiful, dangerous.

As she entered Storm’s End, thunder echoing against its stone walls that made their grand home resemble a shadowed cave rather than a castle, she is reminded of their words.

Ours is the fury.

It had been the third child, who greeted them. Dressed in all black and face somber, he looked well past his age, like a soldier returning from war rather than the young man just coming to age as he was.

“It’s a great honor to have you, my prince.”

But Stannis Baratheon had suffered a siege while his brother commanded from the battlefield, he had seen the war just the same.

His eyes, dark and cutting like a hidden blade, fell onto Ellaria, for a moment she felt as if she had come to an execution, rather than a wedding. Stannis looked at her like an intrusion, before bowing his head.

“My sister is eager to join our houses with this union. As are you, I am sure.”

Oberyn’s agreeance was slick with mockery, teeth flashed in a grin that made the young man’s face go sour.

“There is nothing I look forward to more.”

He had yet to let go of Ellaria’s hand.

The pair did not separate until they reached the sept, a grand building covered in tapestries of every dead saint and alive with hymns that speak of love and devotion.

Two things seldom found between husband and wife.

Oberyn walked to the altar alone, but his eyes caught hers in the crowd and he smiled. Even from afar, she knew him well enough to catch the twitch of his thumb at his side. That despite his anger and dismissive arrogance he loves to wrap himself in like a silken robe, he was at a disadvantage. This was not his home and nor were these were not his people. He was in the house of the family responsible for the death of his sister with no plan for vengeance, but a wedding he was forced into, just like his Elia.

Ellaria’s gaze is pulled from her lover as the grand door creaks open over the singing, where their king enters, face still laden with scars of the rebellion, of his conquest, escorting the bride by hand.

Robert Baratheon was large in every way possible. His presence commanded respect. Even in his formal wear the bulk of his muscle was seen through as he walked. The hymns dulled to a soft hum at his entrance, head turning as his eyes cut into the crowd before they landed on Ellaria and she froze in her spot.

For a moment, fear clenched her heart.

Robert had unleashed a war upon the realm when Rhaegar took his betrothed, he plunged his siblings into starvation and rode against countless noble families that now bend the knee to him. He caved in the chest of the silver-haired dragon prince himself, severing the three headed dragon with his war hammer until there was nothing left of it’s legacy than two eggs, lost to the wind.

And here she stood at his sister’s wedding, the proud lover of her betrothed.

There’s a brief moment where she wondered if he was going to say something. Shout an order for her to be escorted out for being so bold to be at the union, but then a hand squeezed his and he pulled away from her gaze to yours.

“Don’t.” Barely a whisper that only he could hear. No question nor plea, but an order.

One the Usurper obeys without resistance.

Ellaria had never seen you in person before. But Oberyn had painted a foul picture of you the moment your betrothal was confirmed to still be held after the rebellion. He spoke of your sneer and the way your lips puckered into a sour pout each time somebody spoke to you, your eyes were flat and empty of any emotion.

“If it weren’t for her skirt I wouldn’t know which one I was marrying.” Oberyn jested as he lifted a goblet of wine to his lips. “Her or Stannis.”

Ellaria watched you walk down the aisle to her lover, struck by your beauty.

A hood sat atop your head that fell to embroidered lace covering your shoulders, her eyes found a stray curl that dangled by your face and wondered what it would feel like under her finger tips. Dark eyes flick over to her own if only for a second and she felt herself stopped once more, not with fear.

But desire.

You continued forward and she watched you walk down the aisle to the awaiting prince.

A strong nose frames the soft line of your features, shoulders drawn back and head held high like a queen to be worshiped or a painting to be admired.

You were regal. Looking more like a crowned ruler than the king by your side.

Your voice did not waver during your vows, she wondered if you were frightened. Any woman would be. To marry a man who loathed her family for a death you had no part in.

But you didn’t let it show. Instead the promise to be a loyal wife echoed through the sept before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Oberyn’s, who was just as stiff as you.

As she watched the first kiss of an unwanted marriage, Ellaria’s chest filled with envy of her beloved prince.

#ellaria sand x reader #ellaria sand x you #baratheon wife tag #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #teehee #id like to say my fantasy/medival fics have gotten some inspiration from my poetry of desire class last semester <3 thanks professor #those annotations were torture but the poetry slapped frfr #i think i still have my book actually #one of my favorites was the vine #i just. *clenches fist* love lore and WOMEN #im proud of this but also embarassed it took me like. four hours to write 1.2k words jfc man #i like putting oberyns wife in pretty hoods and gowns hehe #also i listented to tamino like the entire time i wrote this i hope it shows #anyways its..three am now. woof

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brookheimer · 1 year

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