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comradekatara · 5 months

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2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #zuko #zukka #<- seems like i may as well tag it. considering #sokkaxzuko #(secretly this is sokkaxsuki tho. just look at sokka’s hoodie)#modern au #art #mart #if you’re wondering why there’s only one pile of graded papers it’s because sokka saved that paper for last #bc the handwriting was so illegible #(and zuko is responding even tho sokka isn’t talking abt his work bc he’s touchy. bc he knows he isn’t ocean vuong)#also before anyone’s like ‘shouldn’t sokka be the one writing poetry?’ YES sokka also writes poetry but it’s like.#silly little rhyming poems #he would never do an mfa art is a hobby to him and he thinks getting a degree in it is a waste of time #but he doesn’t tell this to zuko bc zuko wasted so much time suffering in undergrad trying to pursue a ‘respectable’ degree #so sokka’s just like ‘okay. well he deserves this’

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im-an-anthusiast · 9 days

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Scribbles

Fresh inspiration – tearing from a vein

Fresh inspiration – feeling just like pain

Amateur scribbles – about things long passed

Amateur scribbles – can't describe the past

Gaze of longing eyes – making me so sick

All those pretty lies – really make things tick

Tick and churn it does – self-harming clockwork

Doesn’t reach the eyes – but there is a smirk

Same inspiration – deep in arteries

Same inspiration – can't tell what it is

Repeating scribbles – much alike last time

Repeating scribbles – using the same rhyme

Not gladly thought of – false hopes, for a way

Not truly told off – so can’t stay away

Worthy of a scoff – these sweet thoughts I loathe

Something to write of – untruths to unclothe

Old inspiration – an escape it seeks

Old inspiration – drink it, if it leaks

Recycled scribbles – differently disguised

Recycled scribbles – just slightly revised

The point fades quickly – already unmade

Was it felt deeply? If it was mislaid?

Forgotten swiftly – as should be the case

All gone, finally! Was too hard to face

Stale inspiration – flowing there and back

Stale inspiration – coloured deeply black

Unchanging scribbles – looping and looping

Unchanging scribbles – lower still, stooping

#honestly only posting this cos i'm tryna clear out my drafts #anyway #Inner rhyme my beloved #silly little somewhat self-reflexive poem #was supposed to be about something completely different but I think I like the direction it ended up going down more #oh I wonder what two things inspiration is implied to be ah #I hope you liked it #whoever you may be dear person reading this mwah mwah #writing #poem #original poem #poetry #signed; fa

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salovie · 1 year

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The robins in the rain rejoice

At flooded lawns and thunder’s voice

That drove the worms to open air:

A feast laid out on sidewalk’s snare.

With careful steps I jog the path,

Avoid the storm’s squirmy aftermath;

I leap and prance, a laugh slips free

As my run becomes choreography.

I’m sorry, worms, for your sad plight,

But I’m sure my jig is quite the sight.

#poetry #napowrimo 2023 #NaPoWriMo #prompt #write a poem in which laughter comes at may seem to be an inappropriate time #this one is a little silly but true story #thousands of worms!! and I dodged them all #at least that’s what I tell myself #rhymes #spilled ink #not a haiku #iambic

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avibero · 5 months

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Crowdsourcing recommendations here

Anyone got any favorite poetry books? I've never really been one to actually look for poetry, so it's a big literary blind spot of mine, and I don't even know what to look for when picking out a collection. So I am asking The Internet for recs

#fsh.txt #i still do love silly little poems that rhyme and tell a goofy story #but even those i dont know where to find anymore #and i do want to branch out #i just feel like a kid lost in a mall #dont know where i am or what im looking for

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no-mercy-bby · 1 month

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Oh that's a "prose poem", huh? Wow, are you sure, cause it sure looks like a paragraph... yeah no, it’s a paragraph sweetie

#ITS A FUCKING PARAGRAPH #where are the silly little rhymes?? hello??#im not that mad but i was expecting a lil poem not a hunk of text

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westywrites · 2 years

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Since I was looking at a story from 2009, I thought I'd also rewrite a little poem from the same year. I'll start with the original for this one:

The Night

The sun has set, the world is sleeping. The time for bed has come. The light are out, the children sleeping. The night has just begun. The rats and bats are out to play. The time is near end of day. The sun has set, but the night has just begun.

(underneath is a date - it says "made: Dec. 23, 2009/2010." Why little me? That is not how years work!!)

So, how would I rewrite this now? I want to keep the same sort of meter and rhythm, and a lot of the general vibes. I think it's real cute, so really, I'm just going to make a few minor changes.

The Night

The sun has set, the stars are peeking, the time for bed has come. The lights are out, the children sleeping, the night has just begun. The rats and bats are out to play, the moon calls forth the end of day. The sun has set, but the night has just begun.

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neatokeanosocks · 8 hours

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based on the amount of people that write lyrics/poems with the syllable count slightly/completely unmatching for their rhymes, i have to guess that it's probably no big deal,

that being said. pisses me off

#if some lyrical expert wants to come in and tell me theres a logical reason for the syllable mismatch please do #if i ever want to make a silly little rhyme then im on thesaurus and rhymezone and counting syllables on my fingers to make it perfect #and you're telling me this musical made it to broadway without that shit???#shitpost #i do not call myself a poet. poets are capable of writing stuff that doesnt rhyme but is still a poem.#i cant do that. all my 'poem' shit rhymes

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szczekaczz · 1 month

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umm kinda want to try going back into poetry

#i was writing so many poems about animals when i was a teen...#they were rather uplifting and somewhat silly #but loved working with rhymes and rhytm #i don't know if i'd be ready to write something 100% earnest but maybee little poems about animals again #going back to them might be fun lol

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justtryingtoignoreallthat · 7 months

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What’s been up with you?

I like your shoes

Did you hear bout her?

She wears cute sweaters

Have you ever strayed?

No, it’s not that late

Do you still like loud songs?

Glare when someone sings the words wrong?

Spend hours sitting on your roof?

Looking for some ancient proof?

Have you thought about me at all?

Did you see that I got tall?

Or do you not care anyway?

Maybe I should just go away…

But your hair looks good

Do you wear makeup now?

I know I should

I just forgot somehow

That it’s been so long

Since I’ve known you

Trying to find

All the words to show you

That I’ve missed you

Have you missed me too?

(by D)

#lgbtq poem #poems about love #original poetry #poets of tumblr #poetry #It’s kinda a story poem but I don’t know it’s just got some silly little rhymes

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hollythius · 8 months

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of red cheeks like pomegranate halves

lyney x reader. multi-chapter. (hopefully)

holly’s notes: sorry guys. i just think he’s silly. now you have to deal with it. i haven’t played much of genshin lately, nor have i ever heard a voice line of this man, so please bear with me. 🙏

tldr: pining. so much pining. sort of friends with benefits, implied ‘relations’ if you know what i mean, bad attempts at poetry, kisses, angst + fluff, reader is technically a poet but isn’t expanded on much, hidden/secret relationship. I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 30 MINS HELP. does anyone want a part two. i will write it. i prommy.

“archons, lyney— let me go,” you huff. his arms wrap tightly around your waist, his long-sleeved pajamas brushing against your bare skin. your partner barely hums, his attention nowhere but in the pleasant dreams you’re certain he’s having.

his fingers trace gently along the dips and curvature of your body, wandering a path familiar to him only. lyney is ever the risk taker, having you here. in his room, his siblings not far off within the confines of the house. you groaned again at the thought of finding your clothes on the messy floor and trekking out the window to the chilly morning weather.

but it’s the agreement between you two. he is your magician, and you his poet. his lips kiss only yours. your fingers only pull and tug at his ash-blond tresses. you blow off a little steam, and then return to the cold, shocking morning.

lyney is always clingy. it’s how he is. you don’t dare fight it, lest it worsens for you. he’d almost blown your cover numerous times; his voice too loud, his gestures too grand, or the look in his eyes too longing.

“lyney, i need to leave,” you say again, this time almost begging. finally, your midnight lover relents, rolling over in bed to grant you room to exit. you huff, figuring that was far easier than normal. you spend no extra time gathering your clothes and slipping them on, only to climb down the window.

when lyney wakes, the bed is cold. he finds himself feeling impossibly empty, a feeling that has become more prominent as of late. he finds it ironic— your absence has left the magic dulled, and he longs to create prose adequate to describe his emotions. perhaps one day you’d teach him to rhyme in ways that didn’t make readers cringe.

his eyes drifting to the pillow, imagining your sleeping face still resting there. maybe, if he was lucky, you’d flash him a grin with just a little too much teeth. then, he’d laugh at you softly, place a hand on your cheek, and kiss your lips. that would remain a dream, however, until he’d gathered the courage to profess his undying love for you.

and now, as he dresses himself for the day’s magic show, he smiles. you’ll be there, like you always are. toting around a notebook, jotting down scenes to describe in future poems. lyney glances at the bookshelf in his room, at the few volumes of your poetry that reside there. he keeps them lined in order of publication. you’d never seen them, or you’d never made it known that you had.

but lyney was content. whatever you had, whatever situation yours was, he was perfectly fine with keeping it. he greets his siblings with a big smile, gleaming and ready to perform. lynette shrugs him off, and freminet gives a shaky grin back.

lyney can’t wait to see you again, eyes on him and engrossed in his show. gasps falling from your lips as you watch from the front row of seats. he smiles again, heart fluttering. he’d have to do something about these feelings.

#.hollies #lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #lyney x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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naamahdarling · 2 years

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Everyone reblog with a picture of your cat and a little poem about them!

Quality and quantity are irrelevant! Freeform/no rhyme is fine! No rules! This is for celebrating your kitties and being silly!

Fancy's gift for crime and grift

Is really quite precocious,

What suits her best? To be a pest!

Her manners are atrocious!

#cats #my cats #fancy #littlemissfancypants #poetry

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pomegranate-pen · 1 year

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rocky headcanons. love the little homeless less than sane kitty.

A/n: ask and you shall receive! since last night, I've gotten a tsunami of lackadaisy requests- thank you all so much!! as of now requests are still open for lackadaisy, since I've been waiting for some time to make some x reader for it lol. since many people wanting some general dating headcanons for Rocky, here's a gender neutral one for all of you!:D also, to the dear anon that asked for Freckle headcanons as well in the images, I'll do that request as well!! I'm glad that Rocky is getting so much love, he's such a silly guy whose trying his best in everything.

Rocky Rickaby x gn! reader general dating headcanons!

How you possibly met Rocky would differ into two scenarios and have different results. If met him in the little daisy café, the first thing you’ll see is the small bit of elegance he shows to others and his clumsiness and silliness as he rhymes poems while putting syrup in his tea. However, if met during his actual job, which is a bootlegger for the lackadaisy speakeasy, you’d be met with someone who shows an abundant amount of elegance the first moment you see him, yet gradually as time passes he shows more of his thrill for chaos and determination to cause the most insane things to happen. A normal fight with guns becomes one involving chainsaws and trucks all of a sudden, and you’d be left with multiple questions and concerns about how exactly did you all survive such a thing.

If asked Rocky, he’d only shrug and speak about it being a daily thing, mostly happening every three nights, and you’re left with just more concern for his safety throughout it. Though, Rocky reassures that he’s got it handled.

“Rocky, you were stabbed.”

“I know right?! Who brings a knife to a gunfight?!”

“didn’t you bring a chainsaw?-“

In Rocky’s case, the one who first realizes they’re in love depends on you, this time. Because Rocky realizing it would take a few weeks, but it won’t take too long for him to notice his emotions for you aren't much platonic anymore. So if after his realization, you do like him back and try to flirt with him, he will comply and verse poems of love. If not, and you’re still unsure of your feelings for him, he’d lightheartedly flirt with you, but tries to not come off too hard that it’d overwhelm you.

First one to confess though? Most certainly Rocky. Although he can hide his negative feelings such as the thoughts about his past and some outcomes of his actions quite easily, he cannot for the life of him hide positive ones. So if he likes you, it's abundantly clear. The way he’d confess, would probably try to be with a romantic dinner date and poem, but if unlucky enough, you’d find him confessing to you while you’re both being chased down by some people who are very well-armed with guns.

If said yes, he’d be beaming. A surge of motivation causes him to grin maniacally and grab a spare gun in the back of the car, full-on throwing bottles lit up and filled with gasoline with no real aim on who whatsoever as you try to drive away. His signature laugh is booming through the streets, and he is singing some verses about finding love and whatnot.

Being in love with the cat of chaos himself, Rocky Rickaby has its perks and downsides for sure. One perk, would be how caring he is towards his partner. Having someone who is even remotely interested in him is rare, and whenever he meets someone who cares even that much, he tends to stick to them since he knows they’re the only one. So having someone interested in him in a romantic light is like he’s won the lottery, and he’s gotten the prize that he can’t afford to lose. It's nice, how caring he can be and how he’s always there when you need him, but the downside of said perk is how determined he can get at times. He will not stop until a need of yours is met or a task you mentioned not wanting to do is perfectly finished, which..with his sort of rollercoaster of luck, it leads to unwanted results and a heavy amount of mess to clean up.

He’s a romantic at heart, but his clumsy nature at times leaves him to do romantic things very poorly. For example, a love letter he makes is filled with different doodles and messy handwriting, a few hearts made from cardboard of a cookie box messily glued to the paper, and the paper itself, is quite wrinkled when given. Yet, if you thank him and tell him how much you loved the letter, he’d be smiling more than before the entire day.

Yet, there are times when the romantic action is done brilliantly well, whether it's because of his luck or just sheer focus on the subject in the situation, you do find yourself extremely flustered and touched by the things he does, and he cherishes those moment lots.

PDA is his thing and no you cannot escape it. if shown a very strong disinterest in it, sure, he’ll back off for a bit, but if not, then expect many many affectionate touches, such as hand-holding, kissing your cheek or forehead, and cuddling. He does all of those but kissing you on the lips. since he sees those moments as of much importance and believes that they should be done at only the best of times to make them even more special.

This is most likely common knowledge, but Rocky would most definitely and absolutely write poems about you. usually even, the love letters are littered in poems. whether they’re good or not depends on your taste, which he will try to accommodate to by hearing who your favorite writer or poet is.

He also definitely plays violin for you when you’re occupied with a task. He’ll say he’s your personal musician, and will do anything to satisfy the customer with his tunes, even if trying to cover a favorite song of yours perfectly in one go leads to a few strings getting loose.

If it's not obvious enough, his love language is physical affection, and gift-giving. The love language he likes to receive most, however, is words of affirmation and also physical affection. Praises and compliments mean the world to him, he plays every praise you say in his head like a mantra, and it gives him determination for the day to finish up all his tasks and see you again.

No one believes Rocky when he mentions that he has a lover, and so, when they do meet you, best to say drinks were spilled and gasps were exchanged. Some tell you to blink twice for help, while others wonder if you were as mad as he was, since you’re dating him of all people. Though, in the end, they take a liking to you, since they believe that you keep Rocky in check when it’s needed, and decrease the number of problems that he causes.

Indulge in his hobbies for even one second and expect an over-eager to share Rocky info-dumping everything he knows. If you indulge enough, you’ll even get some bits and parts about his childhood, which speaking of, he never says a word of. Usually when asked, he’ll brush it off and summarize it as him taking odd jobs since he was a child, but delving deeper into such territories will only happen if you were in a relationship with him for much more than a year, and even till that time, it will take a lot of hesitancy and excuses for him to start explaining.

He’s smitten with you, there’s no doubt about it and if you ever get into any trouble, whether you’re independent or not, he'll think that you're in desperate need of help, and will do anything he can to assist you with it. whether you actually want it or not.

In summary, a love life with him consists of many adventures and chaos, but the amount of attention and love he gives to it makes it all worth it at times. He feels lucky that someone considers him fit to be their boyfriend, and will do anything he can to keep you.

#lackadaisy #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #rocky x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy x reader #headcanons

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whimsywillowwrites · 3 months

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Silly scenario that came to mind watching Charlie's introduction game in Episode 2:

Imogen: My name's Imogen *clap clap* I want a dog *clap clap* and if I had one, we'd hang out with a bunch of frogs! *clap clap*

Charlie: Frogs???

Imogen: Yeah.

Charlie: Interesting! Why frogs?

Imogen: Because Sailor Moon didn't rhyme. 🙄 Okay, Uncle Al, now it's your turn to tell a poem about yourself. Go ahead, I'll clap for you.

Alastor: That isn't necessary.

Imogen: *clap clap*

Alastor:

Imogen: >_> *CLAP CLAP*

Alastor: *sighs* My name is Alastor ...

Imogen: *clap clap* :D

Alastor: ... I like to smile ...

Imogen: *clap clap*

Alastor: ... and when I broadcast, I do it with style!

Charlie: Aw, that was really great, Alastor! Good job!

Alastor: Redemption is vile! Watch me push all my angel meat into a neat little pile. (ʃƪ¬‿¬)❤️

Charlie: ... ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Imogen: That sounds really bad for your teeth, Uncle Al. 🤨

#incorrect party tricks quotes #thank you pippin for helping with alastors last line aldkf #whimsywillowwrites

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bone-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Writing tip- write a poem or song for that new piece of worldbuilding you just came up with.

Some words sound better than than other words in poems and songs. This type of media has rhythm, so trying to incorporate worldbuilding may require making up a type of bird or idiom to keep with the beat, aka more bang for your buck.

Poems and songs rhyme, which forces you to think and make the story in that media more complex. It leaves places where it can be connected to something else or expanded.

Poems and songs, like all media, are written for a reason. You may already know why that piece of worldbuilding exists, writting either lets you test it out. Would someone really sing this? Why would they sing this? Who are they singing to?

In conclusion, Im in my poetry writing phase again, this time it is not because my metal health is in the gutter👍

A little poll as a non-binding parting gift:

#writing #writing tips #novel #writing advice #writing resources #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #fantasy writing #novel writing

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duchess-kyuupid · 9 months

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Doors or Wheels? [TWST]

It's time for the TWST gang to answer one of life's most weirdest questions. Are there more doors or wheels in the world?

[Not even a fic, just some crack on how everyone would react if you asked them this question]

Riddle: "What a silly question. Of course there's more wheels. "

Trey: "Uhm... Wheels, probably? When you add in gears, it makes sense."

Cater: "Oh? Hmm... I think it's gotta be doors, right? Hold on, let me go ask my Magicam followers!"

Deuce + Ace: Do NOT get them started on this again. They were already arguing about this last week and they STILL haven't gotten over it.

Leona: "Did you really wake me up to ask that? Well, herbivore, why don't you go find out for yourself with that smart brain of yours? Go count them."

Jack: "Doors, probably? Like kitchen cabinet doors. And there's a lot of doors around campus too."

Ruggie: "If you give me 500,000 Thaumarks, I'll go find out for you."

Azul: "Neither doors nor wheels are used very often in the sea, and yet you expect me to know which are more common on land? ... You can leave the VIP room now." The next day he walks up to you in full confidence and says, "Doors."

Floyd: "Don't know. Don't care. Not in the mood. Now go away, shrimpy, before I squeeze you to death."

Jade: "Oh, please excuse his rudeness. Azul just rejected his idea to refurnish the Lounge with string lights. In any case, I believe the answer would be wheels."

Kalim: "Doors! No- wait, wheels! Oh, but what about- AH! I can't pick! There's so many of both! How can there be so many??"

Jamil: "Have you been drinking?"

Vil: "What sort of absolutely nonsensical question is that? Don't tell me you've been spending too much time around those Heartslabyul troublemakers, have you? You're better than that, little potato."

Epel: "Erhm... Why are you even asking that?"

Rook: He doesn't even answer the question. He instead goes into a long tangent about the beauty of figuring out the answer. He ends up writing an award-winning poem titled, 'The Real Wheel Before the Door' in which he lists every single item that contains either a wheel or a door in perfect rhyme (with some French mixed in).

Idia: "I don't know, ask Ortho. Now go away, I'm trying to grind for this limited-time gacha..."

Ortho: "Processing request... Counting all available doors and wheels within 300 meters.... Processing complete. There are approximately 3,247 of wheels and 2,489 doors on campus. With that in mind, I have computed that there are approximately 46.2% more wheels than doors in the world."

Malleus: "Child of man, are you asking me to go count them for you?" He thinks for a moment before nodding with a smile, "This must be one of those 'friend' activities that Lilia told me about. Of course I'll go count them. Hopefully I'll be back with an answer that will satisfy you, my dear friend." And he disappears. You feel bad that you asked him.

Lilia: "Oya? You wanna bet some money on it?" He says as if he hasn't already counted them before... Don't ask me why he did it, because I don't know either.

Silver: "There is an equal number of both. Probably."

Sebek: "WHAT AN OBNOXIOUS AND UTTERLY RIDICULOUS QUESTION. OBVIOUSLY, DOORS."

Grim: "I'd rather there be more tuna than either one."

Crowley: "My! You clearly have a bit too much time on your hands to be asking me such a strange question! Could you spare some of that precious time to do this thing for me- I mean us! For the benefit of the whole school, no- the WORLD! Thank you in advance, Prefect, I knew you were just as generous as I."

#duchess kyuupid #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #x reader #twst crack #twst wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland x reader #gn!reader #gn reader #reader insert #twst drabble

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mimble-sparklepudding · 9 months

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FFXIV Swap Poem Thingy

I had the honour of being matched with the very marvellous @paintedscales for the FFXIV Swap. I really enjoyed learning about Nomin and her backstory and it's given me the opportunity to do a lot of background reading on Xaela lore and the history of the Azim Steppe. Definitely worth reading Nomin's Carrd if you want more detail on the events described below.

However I was a bit worried that a poem might not be as exciting as some of the beautiful artwork created by others for this project, so I took the liberty of commissioning a custom character banner for Nomin as a little extra.

Anyway Poetry Time (mostly under the cut as it's quite long).

The Nameless Child.

The nameless child, left by design,

Bound tight with rope to sacred pine,

As tribal customs did dictate,

But was resolved to change her fate,

And once she had her bonds untwined,

She chose to leave her tribe behind,

From that day forth, without regret,

She was no longer a Tumet.

Having swiftly named herself,

Quietly and with practiced stealth,

She made her way across the plains,

To the lone town the Steppe contains,

Where, seeing one so young exiled,

They grudgingly took in the child,

Gave her food and clothes withal,

And raised her as a young Saghal.

The traditions of this peaceful tribe,

Among many other things proscribe,

The killing or the subjugation,

Of beasts with whom they share creation,

And thus, bitter irony indeed,

The adherents of this gentle creed,

Were enslaved, or left for dead,

Their lives destroyed by the Jhungid.

Having beheld her brother slain,

She had to work quite hard to feign,

Any form of acquiescence,

As she grew through her adolescence,

Under the watchful, callous, eyes,

Of custodians who she despised,

So she knew exactly what to do,

When battle dawned with the Kharlu.

As each tribe faced the other’s host,

In battle for the Eastern coast,

She drew the arrow in her bow -

And turned her back upon the foe,

Without pause, without remorse,

She shot her leader from his horse,

Before riding back to burn their yurts,

Administering their just deserts.

Having freed her former tribe,

She knew that she must circumscribe,

Her kinship with them all thenceforth,

To keep them safe, so journeyed North,

And West across the Steppe alone,

In search of tribes as yet unknown,

And, from spending time with each,

She’d learn all that they had to teach.

Whether across a glacier,

Travelling with the Angura,

Or racing upon an Oroq Sled,

She absorbs all that they’ve done and said,

And be it Himaa, Gharl or Mol,

Each colour's blended in her soul,

And every one that she recalls,

Is carried forth in her footfalls.

(For those that are interested in such things I opted for rhyming couplets as the nearest form I could find to traditional Mongolian Epic Poetry (known as tuuli). There are six variations of narrative in these epics, and (extremely loosely) I opted for The Mythicised Epic, where the hero fights to restore order, as the basis for Nomin's tale. The most famous version of this narrative in Mongolian Folklore is the Epic of King Gesar, but there are lots of other ones. Definitely worth learning about if you enjoy cultural history.)

Many thanks to @paintedscales for their patience in waiting for me to pull my finger out and finish this - and also for helping me with the pronunciation of the various Xaela tribes with which Nomin has been associated. Needless to say, until this assistance, I was apparently getting most of them very wrong (aside from the Mol - I could manage that one!)

I hope you enjoy my silly poem and the nice Custom Banner!

#ffxiv oc #Nomin Tal Kheeriin #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv xaela #ff14 #ffxiv writing #ffxiv banner #ffxiv wol #ffxiv #azim steppe #the nameless child #final fantasy 14 #ff14 ffxiv #final fantasy xiv

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