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francesca-sapphic · 7 months

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You never message first. I'm always left here wanting more & you can't lift a finger for me.

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heartofinspiration · 16 days

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When you are in your hardest time and still manage to make someone smile. It's a wonderful feeling when you realize that this smile is only because of you.

~ Swagatika Mohapatra

#quotations #inspiration #love quotes #quotes on tumblr #tumblrpost #writers on tumblr #motivationalquotes #motivational blog #quotes #life quotes #heartofinspirationquotes #heartofinspiration #quoteoftheday #writers on tumble #tumblr quotations #tumblr quotes #viralpost

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heartoflesh · 15 days

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You blamed me. But what is the difference between pulling away slowly and doing it all at once. In the end, we will still end up being the ghost of each other anyway.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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GOD EATER

The Upper and The Under weren’t always separate. Long ago, the two realms were joined as one—an endless paradise where Gods and Mortals roamed. The key to this peace was The Sun—a divine life and power giving orb, protected by Beacons of Paradise. But this peaceful world was shattered when The Sun was stolen. For 12 weeks, the realm was submerged in darkness; no energy, no peace, no life. On the final day of the 13th week, a Singularity opened up and swallowed the realm whole; a forced reset of the universe, to be made in the conniving god’s image.

Heaven has been told this story many times, and as a young Beacon of Paradise, they understand that it’s a part of their duty to know what’s at stake if The Sun were to be stolen again. But things are different now than they were in the legends of old: power hungry and restless gods have all been banished, with their servants to The Under. The Upper is lofty and far above, with many checks and balances to ensure no one who is not a Beacon of Paradise can gain access to The Sun. There has been peace for longer than anyone can remember.

Yet, The Sun is stolen once again.

As the youngest Beacon, Heaven is chosen to descend from The Upper to the dark, seedy, dangerous world of The Under; donning the name Nevaeh. With their only ally being Little Bear, a Constellation wise beyond his years, Nevaeh has 12 weeks to prevent the end of the world as it is known. Should they fail, the Singularity will doom them all to die.

The Under is different than Nevaeh has been told; a bustling and dangerous metropolis in a constant state of guerrilla warfare among bickering gods for power, and the light of the less powerful Waning Moon the only source of energy. Despite this, Nevaeh knows that order to catch the god who’s stolen The Sun, they will need to seek out the last God Eater—before it’s too late.

MAJOR CHARACTERS

NEVAEH (Heaven) — they/them ; Beacon of Paradise

A young BEACON OF PARADISE—primordial beings that embody and protect peace, bliss and prosperity—Nevaeh still has a lot to learn before they’re ready to take on any of the actual duties of a Beacon of Paradise. Yet, because of that, they are the best option to retrieve the stolen Sun: not important enough to be integral in the existence of The Upper, but spry enough to fight and withstand the chaos of The Under. A curious soul, but one who holds steadfast to their values and their goals. Even though they feel under-qualified to take on such a life threatening task, they’ll do everything they can to ensure the safety of their worlds. Even if it’s the last thing they ever do.

LITTLE BEAR (Ursa Minor) — he/him ; Constellation

CONSTELLATIONS are guardians and middle men between The Upper and The Under—able to easily traverse back and forth between the two realms. When Nevaeh is chosen to embark on their quest, who better than the oldest and most reliable constellation to see them through? They’ll need his expertise to navigate through this unfamiliar place, and to keep their spirits up as things get dire. Though immortal, Little Bear has been killed several times in his long life, and his memory is long winded and storied; he simply suppresses it until he truly needs it. He is a strong, steadfast, caretaker who would defend Nevaeh with his life. And due to his long life, he knows many people that could become allies later on down the line.

THEI — he/him ; The God Eater

The last GOD EATER—beings formed out of the Singularity of lore who’s sole purpose is to kill and consume gods, erasing them from existence. As peace and prosperity have flourished in The Upper, and as many gods within The Under became more preoccupied with fighting amongst themselves than trying to steal The Sun, the many legions of God Eaters who kept control began to return back to the Singularity from whence they came. Thei is still left, to quash petty squabbles and as a line of defense should a god get too cocky; but the weight of carrying all God Eater’s collective consciousness has made him far less intimidating to some than his title that precedes him. Soft, tired, and an angry crier, it’s through his tears that the form of The God Eater is truly unleashed. Why he should bother helping Nevaeh is something they’ll have to convince him of.

TAJ — he/him ; The God Eater’s Keeper (or) Legna (Rogue)

LEGNA are followers of gods—mortals who were swayed from the safety net of The Upper. They serve as the servants, swords, and shields of their god, and are molded and blessed with power that their god decides to dole out. When a god is killed, their legna scatter; to either join ranks with another god or they perish alongside the one they served. TAJ however, is an exception. After Thei killed his god, instead of finding another, Taj was able to rebel against his “programming” and began to follow Thei—his sworn enemy—instead. And while their relationship was rocky at first, now he is something like Thei’s caretaker; he keeps him from getting overwhelmed, and usually is the first line of offense in a fight so Thei can warm up. Why Taj was able to defy his programming is a mystery, and why he chose to follow Thei is also unknown.

• • • Further Details

POV: third person omniscient

Warnings: Death, body horror and general horror/terror, gore. as i haven’t started writing yet this is subject to be updated as it gets more fucked up 🥲

Full Character List: xx

#s: god eater #wip intro #writeblr #writers on tumble #writblr

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thepaperpoet · 11 months

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The Shadow Of A Girl

I know you love me, and I know you try to show it. But some times you hurt me and don’t even know it. You talk about her and how she used to be, and each time it feels like you’re comparing her to me. I want to tell you it hurts but I’ll never tell, forever locked in a personal hell.

I don’t want to make you mad, but I’m just glad that you are still with me.

Even if all I’ll ever be is a shadow.

The shadow of a girl you used to love.

Nothing new,

Nothing better,

Just a shadow.

The shadow of a girl.

#Shadow #poem #original post #writers on tumble #tbh about my bf #sad

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prince-panchal · 1 year

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Tell me about the songs which soothe your soul & I'll tell you mine.❤️

#bookblr #aesthetic #poets corner #spilled thoughts #wordsnquotes #writerscreed #romance quotes #spilled words #reading #fav songs #soulmate #soulful #heart and soul #writers on tumble

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foeofcolor · 2 years

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Today, I looked at the music I love and the music I hold dear and the music believe I need and I realise, I realise that it is all of a type,that it talks of the sae thing over and over one over again and that, that sometimes happiness is something you have to work for. That sometimes happiness is realizing that all those sad songs can mean something to me but it's, not good for me to be listening only to them, that sometimes.

Sometimes even second-hand happiness is worth chasing and working for.

#something somethig the echo chambers we build for ourselves and how we become complacent in them #poetry #writing #writers on tumble #poem #writer #poet #personal shit tm

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jenniferratcliffe · 2 years

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Remembering their should be silence

Because silence IS the noise between strokes of wind painted on the trees

And silence IS the noise you should hear between dripped thought and distant water

It IS melting all over you in every other heartbeat

Giving you extra hours to breathe

Remembering the sound of silence

Not that buzzing of tense shoulders in front of a lit screen

Not that desperate squeak of air as you scroll and scroll and scroll

Not the fuzzy feeling, that you had no idea was making that drilling sound

And has been for how long?

Until you stepped outside and noticed a birds song

Until you stepped outside and noticed the sun’s hum

Until you stepped outside and physically felt your ears shift and unknot

As they sigh with relief

Nudge you to look upon your stress as a grief

An invisible spectre who puppeteers your inner radio

And this, right here:

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That was how a day should go.

Life CAN be so beautifully quizzically quiet.

Individualised and covered in delectable treacle, soft marshmallow or silky caramel

Life is the treat you get everyday you rise,

And so again you realise

There should always BE blissful silence.

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floralcavern · 5 months

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Developing some character relationships for my story

Zenzu giggles mischievously, hovering above the moon god. “Oh, Nox! You’re really no fun!”

“Torture my friends by giving them nightmares again and I will kill you.”

“You can’t kill a dream,” he says smugly.

“Oh yes I can,” he said, grabbing his tail and yanking him down. “Stop floating around. I am your boss. Look me in the eyes and be PROFESSIONAL for once.”

“Fine, fine, whatever you say Moon Boy.”

“Dream demon.”

“Snooze fest.”

“Nightmare fuel.”

Zenzu sticks his forked tongue out. “The ladies love me, so I’m not entirely nightmare fuel!”

“I thought I forbid you to continue having romances with mortals,” Nox said, exasperated.

“Oh, I can’t help it! Besides, not like I’m doing anything with them. I don’t have the parts, remember?”

Nox wrinkled his nose in disgust. Most, if not all, gods lacked the parts that humans have. So the idea of any of that.. was gross to him, and most of the other gods. Even Sesoth, god of sexual love, lacked those types of assets.

Nox shook his head. “Look. LISTEN TO MY ORDERS FOR ONCE. Don’t give my friends nightmares, stop your romances with mortals, and stop making references to the gross acts mortals have with each other!”

Zenzu laughed hysterically, clutching his stomach. “Oh, my goodness! You are so funny, Nox!”

“It’s boss.”

“Oh, so high and mighty and authoritative! Sadly for you, but I’m more into submissive guys.”

Nox felt like he was going to pop a blood vessel. “And sadly for you,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m in love with Solaria.”

“Really, now? Yknow, for a sun goddess, she’s quite the ice queen, hahaha!”

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

Nox scoffed, trying to keep his composure. “Zenzu. I am your boss. You work for me. So when I give you an order, you must obey it, or there will be serious consequences. I’m tired of these moon forsaken loopholes.”

“Sorry, but I’m not as respectful as Noctua, the doormat that she is..”

Nox hissed under his breath. “Look. Stop looking for loopholes in my orders. Just.. be good. Ok?”

“Ok, ok, whatever! I’ll stop giving your friends nightmares or whatever..”

“And stop having romances with the mortal women. We all know human and god romances never work out. You’ll just end up hurting them.”

“Fine!”

Nox sighed, tired of Zenzu’s shenanigans.

Zenzu giggled. “But you never said anything about mortal men!”

“I-! ZENZU-!” But before he could scold him, the dream god disappeared in a puff of sand.

Nox groaned. Is this how everyone sees me? Am I as annoying as him? Wow. I should really work on that.

#Wrote this when I was half asleep #So it’s probably not very good lol #Original story #writers on tumble #writers of tumblr #original characters #ocs

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whimsiandwild · 6 months

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A Grand Performance [WIP]

With a flourish, the bard held his tricorn out to his adoring crowd as he bowed. He accepted their praise, and gold, with exaggerated gratitude, insisting they were being too kind. Of course, he didn’t believe that for a second; this had been one of his most outstanding performances in his recent travels around Grenley. His favourite thing, however, about this county was how easy these distracted saps were to rob.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a halfling’s head appear above his audience. After some quick hand signals from her, he grinned and straightened, his hat feeling satisfyingly full.

“It is with a heavy heart and many thanks, my good fellows, that I must bid you adieu. Now, now,” he laughed, his free hand up in apology to the disappointed crowd. “You have been captivating but there are many more places in this great world that need hear stories only I can tell.”

His halfling friend, now quite antsy, was waiting a little to the side of the fountain, gesturing for him to wrap is up.

“Remember, fair Grenliens, to listen closely to the wind; for it shall soon hail the return of the great Thom Evendur-!”

Evidently, his friend’s patience had worn thin. Thom had been so engaged in his performance, he hadn’t noticed the halfling jump up beside him and grab a fistful of his collar, the man doubled over as she marched him away.

“If you wish for us to keep up this scam, Lid, you’ll need to let go. Can hardly perform if my back stays like this,” Thom muttered, his free hand trying desperately to keep his precious coin in his hat. “I was almost done, anyhow.”

“You’re a bloody liar, Thom Evendur,” Lidda huffed, giving him a little shove as she released him. “I never heard no on who liked their own voice so much! Bloody bards!”

Thom couldn’t help smiling at his friend’s frustration; for a halfling, Lidda was one of the most unfriendly he’d ever met. Now that he was finally able to focus on the treasure in his tricorn, his brown eyes lit up as he counted.

“Gods, we’ve got about twenty gold here! We may actually be able to sleep in beds tonight!”

Tossing a coin into the air and catching it quite expertly, Thom gave a hearty laugh as he began to place every precious piece into his pouch, pulling the rope tight and knotting it. It had been feeling a little light since leaving Torleigh, and he was thankful Freland was closer to the city; people were much more generous here.

“Bugger just a bed, we’re gonna be eatin’ good, too, Thomas.”

Lidda covertly opened her satchel to allow Thom a peek at the goods her deft fingers had been able to attain during the end of his show. The bag was almost brimming with an assortment of jewels, gold, silver, and trinkets, Thom’s grin only widening. A rogue and a bard always made the most wondrous of teams.

Accepting all praise and criticism. Please leave all gold in my inbox.

#title is tbc #original characters #og writing #original writing #writing #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumble #bard #human bard #rogue #halfling rogue #fantasy #high fantasy

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francesca-sapphic · 8 months

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a painter never needs his paint, for colors come & can’t look faint. what art will need is heart & mind. the words erased may stay behind.

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celebratedloser · 1 year

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Get Him To the Greeks

@writing-prompt-s

You have been kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, & it’s unlikely that the authorities can recover you at this point. Unfortunately for your kidnappers, your SO is a member of the Greek pantheon.

“How am I going to get out of this?” thought Mike to himself.

He didn’t dare to try his half formed escape plan. He’d already got they lay of the land. Trapped in an unmarked van, he could smell the stench of low tide. The mustiness that permeated every soft surface, he deduced that he must be in some kind of warehouse in the old industrial district. No one would ever find him, save some kind of divine intervention.

Luckily for him, he was in a ‘relationship’ with the goddess Hecate, among other things, goddess of the moon and magic. All Mike had to do was wait for nightfall. The mood would rise over the sea, and he knew he would be safe. Even now he could feel Hecate speaking with Poseidon on his behalf. Hecate may be the goddess of the night and magic, but Mike knew he was near enough to the sea to be a part of the sea god’s domain. Mike’s very survival depended on his lover negotiating with the cantankerous old deity with his trident. If it worked, Mike knew it would be a blood-bath for all those who held him and countless others captive.

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moonys-love · 1 year

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i feel like im overexaggerating my writing skills so if you want to judge my writing my wattpad is hearts-galore (read the newer stuff please I was kinda cringe during my pjo phase) @:)

#writeblr #writer #writers on tumble #welcome home show #welcome home puppets #welcome home puppet show

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a-light-case-of-ohno · 2 years

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Apollo: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Armandes: You and me!!! Apollo, tearing up: Okay.

#Armandes Crab #Apollo Crab #my ocs #my ocs are my babies #my character #my characters #incorrect quotes #writers #writers on tumble #writeblr #The brothers

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esuemmanuel · 2 months

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I wish more people could see how valuable it is to love with the soul, because that is why we came into the world: to love, to accept, and care for ourselves as we are. The human being, unfortunately, has an evil, and it is taking its toll, because, not accepting himself, he is not able to love himself; he wants to be different… other…, because he is not satisfied with what he was born with. And no, it is not a matter of being different, nor of making ourselves up or changing ourselves according to the irrational idea we carry in our heads; the one that has been born due to the lack of love towards our own nature. It is about looking at ourselves as a whole, with our defects and virtues, our strengths and weaknesses, accepting ourselves in our totality, because this is what gives us value before the world. Being unique makes us irreplaceable.

Ojalá más gente viera lo valioso que es amar con el alma, porque a eso hemos venido al mundo: a amarnos, a aceptarnos tal cual somos, a querernos y a cuidarnos. El ser humano, lamentablemente, tiene un mal, y le está cobrando factura, pues, al no aceptarse, no es capaz de amarse; quiere ser distinto… otro… diferente, porque no está satisfecho con lo que ha nacido. Y no, no se trata de ser otro ni de maquillarnos o cambiarnos de acuerdo a la idea irracional que cargamos en la cabeza; ésa que ha nacido por la falta de amor hacia nuestra propia naturaleza. Se trata de mirarnos completos, con nuestros defectos y virtudes, nuestras fortalezas y debilidades, aceptándonos en nuestra totalidad, porque esto es lo que nos da valor ante el mundo. Ser únicos nos hace irreemplazables.

#writers #authors #2024 #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #el hombre de la soledad #writing in solitude #poets on tumbl #writers on tumblr #pensamientos #poeticstories #posted in threads

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thepaperpoet · 11 months

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My Little Ghost 🪽

He looks right through you

My little ghost

It’s like you aren’t even there

Though I suppose

He says he cares

That he loves you the most

Do you believe him

My little Ghost?

He doesn’t come by often

Maybe once or twice a week

But he pays you no mind

My little Ghost

Not even a peek

But you still try to smile

Even when you want to cry

My little Ghost

You are far stronger than I.

#Ghost #sad #relatable #my original post #my story #my poem #writers on tumble

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