do you got a favorite writing? be it yours or someone else's
Ooooo yes of course! My tastes/fandoms change over the years but there's some fics that I love to reread and indulge in.
I'll list off some of my faves (in no particular order):
Human Resources Violation by KogoDogo
Not a Man by Anonymous
A Touch Shorter by saintsaint
Alone by CG2
Coming Home by Kirmon64
Imposter Syndrome by TheAsexualofSpades
Behemoth by littleleaflings
Blue Sky by Wafflestories (ff.net)
Solar Lunacy by Bamsara
Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse
.:Same Man I Was Before:. by DarkwingSnark
Not too close to Home by retempts
Deadly Doppelganger by SilverStarSheep
Boiling Point by MathanLin
Peaks and Valleys by clefairytea
As for my favourite of my own? Hard to choose, often changes. Sometimes it's just my most recent, sometimes it's just what I'm in the mood for at that moment. Don't be afraid of the big bad eldritch horror, A candle in the cold, and The sound of a waking nightmare are a few I really like but felt like they went underappreciated imo.
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it is a weary place out there,
my love -
rest your head on me, exhale
the haze of this life, closed eyes,
forehead to my shoulder,
i’ll breathe in your honeyed scent and feel the electricity when my hands brush accidentally
against your soft skin,
i want to stay with you forever, i think.
but i can’t -
i am not the destination,
no, not the mark on your map, not the prize,
at the conclusion of your long voyage,
i know.
i know it all too well, i’m afraid.
but i am enchanted with your journey, with you -
graced with the chance to be the humble rest stop you find yourself in need of
when the world spits on you,
or you’ve run yourself down.
you can walk through my doors anytime,
i’ll be here waiting if you need,
even when the night is swallowing you up,
clawing at your skin when you step inside,
it shrinks back when the warmth of the lights envelops your visage -
and i will greet you with a smile
i give to no one else,
fill the holes in your heart with all i can offer,
a fresh coffee, deep and bottomless as a scrying mirror, eerily still in its mug,
or overloaded with creamer and brimming with sweetness - whatever you want;
a pile of blankets to stave off the freezing dark;
or just my honest presence, the devotion in my heart -
if you want it,
you can rip it right out.
sit with me at my polished wood table,
a dull shine glazing its surface in the dim glow of the lamps,
follow the patterns in the grain with your gaze,
you can be silent,
drift into introspection,
or let the thoughts in your mind tumble out like an unrelenting rockslide, and bring me into the world behind those beautiful eyes.
anything you choose, i am here for you.
i’ll hold your hands in mine, softly, like they may crumble away in my grasp, like an ancient relief,
or shatter like glass, slicing me up.
my thoughts drift to your lips, and i silently curse the fact that i can’t kiss you,
before returning my attention to your hands,
as i trace shapes along your palms and knuckles with my fingers
you can tell me anything.
you start to recount a pleasant memory,
and i catch myself
longingly admiring all that you are - i can’t help myself,
i suppose -
when you have such a divine being before you,
it’s hard not to stare, i’m sure you understand -
and i rest my chin in my hand, leaning upon that table,
hanging on every word, your voice the most awe-inspiring melody i’ve ever heard,
and your eyes are starry, your face flooded with joy,
i melt like a scoop of ice cream on the sidewalk in the blistering summer heat
when you laugh,
a saccharine cackle that takes my breath away in an instant
and i swear i hear a choir of angels when your eyes open,
and you look back into mine.
but i know that you won’t stay here, any longer than tonight
i understand,
we say our goodbyes, and though our embrace feels so fleeting in my memory,
i can still feel you pressed against me.
before you go, i grab your hand one last time
“you’re all i’ve ever wanted, my love”
is what i want to say
but it doesn’t come out that way,
“i hope you get to come see me again”
is what comes out, instead.
but deep down,
i know you may arrive home tomorrow, find your destination in another lucky woman’s arms,
and i will never again hear your laughter ring
like the bells of a church i’ve never prayed in.
you smile at me, the corners of your eyes crinkling, and promise me
that you’ll be back soon
and when you walk out of my door,
i rest my weary head upon the shining wooden table, alone.
but i will keep the light on every night
the flickering bulb buzzing in the deep silence,
waiting patiently for you,
if you ever need me to hold you together again.
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