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Huge urge to write some historical starter tonight but what and when?

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #I'm still kind of proud of that one starter i wrote like a year ago but idk if there's interest in that one #should i reblog it anyway? it was like 1800 #anything yall are feeling tonight?

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I don't know if I have to do silly things or historical things or what, but I gotta get something here...

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #Hoping for some brilliant bit of inspiration to hit me in the next 30 minutes otherwise I'm just going to disappear for another two months

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Mommy?

Yes, darling? Are you hungry? I can put something together if you are... I also just put the kettle on if you'd like some tea.

#(answered) #(anon) #wzlecę w górę wysoko jak feniks z popiołów (ic) #;;; sfdsf Idk what you were expecting anon #but please accept this. Magda is always ready to be mother.

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Magdalena has gotten more clever over the last few years, feeling the presence behind the kitchen door, the slight change in her brother’s voice as he asked for assistance outside.  Any slight sign that pointed towards an unwanted shower.  She should just grin and bear the tradition, but it had become a game by this point.  Each year, Feliks would try to soak his sister with a bucket (or some other container) of freezing cold water, and each year, Magdalena would try and avoid it.

This year, however, this year Feliks would get her and win their little game all before breakfast.

Right as the sun had begun to rise and just before the rooster crowed, he slipped out of the warm guest bed and out of the window, not daring to risk the creak of the door or floorboards.  From there, he entered into the barn and climbed up into the loft, where he had prepared a bucket of water the night before.  He laid on his stomach, bucket at the ready, just barely peeking over the edge to avoid his sister’s eyes.  Then, he waited.  And waited.  He waited for what seemed like an eternity until, finally, Magdalena entered the barn.

But just as she was greeting her cow good morning, the water flowed out of the bucket and onto Magdalena’s head. 

The screams of surprise and anger were a victory march in Feliks’ ears.

#(reblog) #;; because i have to do something every year #but i dont feel like writing a new thing tonight #i miss my girl and i miss writing... #I'll be back here soon...hopefully #for now please accept this

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What are some of the things you’re looking for in a partner now that you didn’t prioritize in the past?

Do you really want me going down the road of past relationships and dwelling on what could and should have been different? Because that is a dangerous road and not one that you really need to hear. There's a gate on that part of my story for a reason.

[A wistful sigh. Despite these protests, she has already fallen into the well of memories. She avoided coming to this well, worried that if she looked too deep, she would fall and drown.]

Something that I'm looking for in a partner now that I didn't prioritize in the past? I've realized how important it is to have someone who makes me feel weak. Now, before you start, let me explain.

I've spent my whole life being strong. Sometimes, I wonder if I know anything else... If I know how to be weak. I don't let anyone push me around. I will always stand up for myself and fight to my last breath. I've done it before, and I'll happily do it again.

But, I have to admit, it gets exhausting sometimes. Always relying on myself, that is. There are times when I just want to lie down and close my eyes until it's all over. But that just isn't who I am. Because if I don't take care of myself and my own interests, who will?

Hopefully, this hypothetical partner. I know that you don't just start out putting your full faith into someone, at least I don't. No, he would have to earn my trust and prove himself reliable enough to see my complete and vulnerable self. He will have to build that track record over time and prove that I can trust him with my interests so that I can believe him when he takes me in his strong, loving arms as he strokes my exhausted face and whispers, ❝You don't need to be strong now. You can rest for a bit. I can be strong enough for both of us and I will take care of you.❞

[Her cheeks turn pink as she pulls herself out of her thoughts.] Oh dear, I went off into a daydream, didn't I?

Well, I'll leave you with a practical piece of advice to make up for that. These people do exist. I've met them. But they are few and far in between. So when you do come across them, do everything in your power to hold onto them. And if you're lucky, they will stick with you. And if you're luckier still, they will eventually come to see you the way that you see them...

I know that was only one thing, but do you really need more?

#(answered) #wzlecę w górę wysoko jak feniks z popiołów (ic) #;; Thank you anon! It's always fun to talk about her love life. #Even though idk if this is what you expected... #Also am I hinting at polhun at the end? Yes. Yes I am because I can #I still don't know what I'm doing with Magda's way of speaking so bear with me friends

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I think it's time to reintroduce the idea of Magda having a crush on her best friend (Mr. Hun.gary) but never acting on it because she doesn't want to ruin their friendship even though it has been running strong for over a thousand years slash he made a stupid comment at one point so now she thinks it's no use trying. Also a thousand dollars to the person who will explore that story arc with me, I've been wanting it for ten years.

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #A long long time ago I had a thread where a nyo!liet was teasing her about it and it was great. #Hi anon you've got me thinking...I will answer you hopefully today. #No one is on but I'm posting this anyway. Alas. The pain of trying to limit your social media to the weekend. #I'm still this close to making my own Mr Hun but I don't want to rp with myself tbh... #Plus I doubt that I could do Hun justice I just don't know if I want to put in that much effort #Anyway you can always reach me on dis. cord during the week I have been limiting social media and it is nice

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by Daniel Casson

#w bursztynowej wieży jak księżniczka siedzi (aesthetic)

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[Only someone who had known her for so long could stumble across the magic words that could set her off. And, whether he had met to set her off of not, Danylo was that person.]

A guest. [She scoffs.] You never appreciate it anyway, so what's the point? My hospitality is absolutely wasted on you! [She snaps, slamming her palm on the counter with a loud thud. Really, it was a shame that her emotions had taken over; she could have had so much fun leading the man down a long and complex path. But Danylo had ended her little game the second he questioned her hospitality.]

[She places a hand on her hip, wagging an accusatory finger at him. Every inch of her short stature radiates with pure frustration.]

You know me. You know that I will bend over backward to take care of my guests. [She tosses her head back dramatically.] I cook and clean for hours. All for the sake of a smile and a thank you! That's all I ever want in return, and I don't even receive that from you!

No! All I get is accusations of manipulation or arguments about why my chickens aren't actually Polish or - or - or whatever other ridiculous ideas you find when you rummage around in that brain of yours! [She taps her temple.] For goodness' sake, can't you ever use it for anything useful?

[As it usually does when she's frustrated, her pitch rose as the words left her mouth like a train leaving its station. She finally recognizes that fact and takes a deep breath to regain her composure, muttering to herself.] Ja cię kręcę. Even Feliks doesn't give me this hard of a time. I swear, it's Christlike the way that I've put up with you and your insults and your complaints this long.

If you really are hungry, there's still some soup and you're welcome to help yourself to that. It's humble enough to be free from any of your high expectations. But I refuse to give you anything to complain about. I put way too much effort into my baking just to hear that it isn't authentic enough for your tongue. Kurde, when was the last time you baked anything for me, hmm?

[ his mouth actually hangs open a little bit there. hasn't it... always been about him jumping through hoops? he very nearly verbalizes that thought word for word. but there's still an element of restraint in him that believes there's a chance at a pączek. he presses his lips into a firm line and leans back on his hands against the counter. he'll have to try another approach. danylo crosses his legs and kicks out his hip. ]

Lenusenya. [ his emphasis falls on the extra syllable. he switches to a higher register, which only emphasizes how much polish he doesn't remember. ] Did you forget what all this-- [ he gestures vaguely at absolutely nothing. ] --is about? Forget me as--as me. Do I stand before you now as nothing less than... a--a guest? In your home?

[ his stomach growls exactly then. you have to wonder if that was involuntary or not. ] A guest... unfed. In your home. [ tut tut tut. ] I dunno. That just ain't something that would ever go and happen at my place. Even if I was trying to prove a point. [ sighs dramatically. ] Is pride... Christlike, Lenusenya?

#heroyam #wzlecę w górę wysoko jak feniks z popiołów (ic) #v: bo tak smakuje życie (today) #;; so um...this essay happened.

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more prompts for your feels

“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”

#życie to gra i choć masz game over to ona trwa (meme) #;hi its the weekend so im going to try to be here later on. #(I'm currently waiting in a long line hence this reblog) #but yeah do the thing and also free free to let me know if you want to do somthing specific!!

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Oh also I want to tell you all that I know from first-hand experience that that Łowicz costume weighs over 20 pounds so just holding up the apron and walking around in it is a workout.

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #It really is one of my favorite costumes though #I might get another chance to wear it and I'm crossing my fingers excitedly

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St. Joseph Catholic Church, Burzyn, Poland by Piotr Wróbel

#ojczyzna w której wieść przyszło życie nasze (poland)

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#bo najpiękniejsze są polskie kwiaty (nyo!poland) #;; Always freaking love the lowicz costume

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Hi, I want to do stuff here again but I'm not feeling creative enough to make a new open so here's a reverse starter call. Give this post a ❤ and I’ll go through your meme tag and send you a starter!

Edit: Y'all haven't been sharing sentence memes lately so I'm taking the starters from here. Cool? Cool.

#(reblog) #Bc of the edit but I don't think anyone will mind. At least I hope not

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Hi, I want to do stuff here again but I'm not feeling creative enough to make a new open so here's a reverse starter call. Give this post a ❤ and I’ll go through your meme tag and send you a starter!

Edit: Y'all haven't been sharing sentence memes lately so I'm taking the starters from here. Cool? Cool.

#zapraszam ciebie na to spotkanie (open) #There's a few things that I want to do this afternoon #So I'll probably do it sporadically #but go on and do the thing because I want to interact with people again #I feel like I will go and empty out my drafts rip sorry if I haven't gotten to them by now idk if I ever will #I do have an urge to go and reblog that historical starter I wrote last year but is there interest? idk

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What do you have to do? [her eyebrows knit together in (mock) confusion.] It's not simply a matter of making you jump through hoops, my dear cousin! [even though it totally is!]

[she leans back with a pensive look on her face] You know, with Lent just around the corner, I've been doing a lot of meditating about the ways that I can be a better person. And one of those ways is by helping you and thinking about your long-term well-being! [gives her best angelical, virtuous smile.]

I want you to have the things that will truly satisfy you, Danylo, and I'm afraid that my donuts just don't fall into that category. As talented and generous as I am, It never seems to be enough for you...so I've decided that I'm going to spare you the pain of unnecessary disappointment from now on. You may not appreciate it now, but you will in the long run. You may even end up thanking me!

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[Looks at Danylo. Looks over at the tray of still warm pączki. Looks back over at Danylo with the saddest face (though even an untrained eye would notice that the emotion was quite overly dramatic and theatrical.)] Oh, Danusz. I want to give you a pączek. Believe me, I really do. But...I'm worried. How do I know that my gifts will measure up to your expectations? They never seem to be authentic enough for you... Best to just avoid the risk of disappointing you, I think.

[ there's a good chance that somebody else would realize she's exaggerating. however, this is not somebody else. this is danylo. and you can see the panic in his eyes as he registers magda's front as entirely genuine. he wants a donut so bad. he's gazing at them like a pie in the windowsill. ]

O-of course they will! I-I mean, you're such a... [ swallows. smiles. looks a little pained about all of this. ] You're just. So talented! At. At what you do. And... generous! R-really! [ his eye twitches. ] What do... I gotta do. To have one?

#heroyam #wzlecę w górę wysoko jak feniks z popiołów (ic) #v: bo tak smakuje życie (today) #;; PLEASE NOTE that she is not exactly lying lol #She's just trying to teach him a lesson. #But oh gosh Danylo you really make it so easy for her she just can't help herself. #Haha I'm always thinking about Poland even when I'm sleeping. Welcome to my world. #Same same. Life happens and doesn't stop happening huh? #Also forgive me Idk how to cut posts anymore but I wanted to get this out because I'm laughing. I will figure it before my next reply!

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Also how the heck are we cutting posts now?

So was anyone going to tell me that we have editable tags now?

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #You leave for like six months and suddenly everything is upsidedown #Is xkit still a thing? Did I lose it somehow?

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So was anyone going to tell me that we have editable tags now?

#bez wody kwiatki więdną (ooc) #The number of typos I've made in my ten years here #Gosh ten years it's crazy