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#Writing an Elegy
goodluckclove · 28 days
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Writing a series with a central ace relationship is quickly turning into EVERY relationship being ace-spec.
I'm on such a high. I had no idea how limiting it's been for me to write love with the implication that they will at some point have to fuck. Nope! No fucking just romance! In a few cases now there's even no romance, just devotion and platonic affection!
I am a horse that has escaped from the stables and I'm going on a motherfucking rampage. Someone give me some apples.
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samanthamulder · 10 months
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THE X-FILES (1993-2018)
SEASON FOUR — The truth will save you, Scully. I think it'll save both of us.
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i would kill to be the cold tracing your body and shaking your bones
Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart / Anne Carson Decreation; Lines / George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) from Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth, Collected Poems / Elaine Kahn Romance or the End / @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr) / Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909 / @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr) / Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / unknown
i. Steven Espada Dawson Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart
[ "We're under the same moon and I'm sick / with that knowing." ]
ii. Anne Carson Decreation; Lines
[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/xshayarsha with an excerpt from a poem. "How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind." ]
iii. George Seferis (tr. Edmund Keeley) Startis Thalassinos Among the Agapanth
[ "The first thing God made is love / then comes blood / and the thirst for blood" ]
iv. Elaine Kahn Romance or the End
[ "I have heard it said that love turns people soft but i have never been more brutal." ]
v. @/the-empath-and-the-intuitive (on tumblr)
[ Grainy, washed out image of two statues with smashed in faces. They are turned to face each other. "After love, no one is what they were before." ]
vi. Virginia Woolf from a letter to Violet Dickinson written January 1909
[ Excerpt from a letter written by Virginia Woolf to Violet Dickinson. "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." ]
vii. @/sweatermuppet (on tumblr)
[ Grainy, black and white image of a wolf and male deer pressing their noses together. Words are sporadically placed around the image and are surrounded by a white border. "'cause / ive / always / been / scared / of / loving / someone / just / a / little / bit / more / than / im / loved" ]
viii. Ocean Vuong On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
[ Screenshot of a tumblr post by @/memoryslandscape with an excerpt from a poem. "I miss you more than I remember you." ]
ix. unknown
[ Screenshot of a forum post by a user named "robin" posted on August 11, 2022. "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to." ]
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comradekatara · 5 months
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Would Sokka, Suki and Zuko form a band? And would they call it boiling rock (but Zuko still gets on stage with like... a grand piano or a violin or smth to make it more emo) ?
zuko plays the tsungi horn, sokka plays …
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this thing . and suki probably plays the pipa.
sokka writes the lyrics (they just flow out of him, he has a gift!), zuko edits the lyrics to be more poetical by employing more allusions and using more symbolic language, and suki sings (she’s the only one who can sing while she plays, but also, i genuinely doubt zuko or sokka would have nice singing voices anyway).
the idea of them calling their band the boiling rock is so funny it’s like the ultimate fuck you.
and most importantly, iroh gets to see his dream of zuko playing the tsungi horn during music night finally realized.
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coldshrugs · 19 days
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○🌷🌷🌷○
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willknightauthor · 1 year
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THE BEGGAR
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parts of myself
seeing you in that splattered,
crushed and bloodied rabbit.
its mother is wrapped in the dress
she wore when we knew you
were gone. she will hear the news,
fall to her knees and be left to
cry alone for her living daughter
cannot bear to comfort her.
seeing you in the hospital mirror
while the lights burn too harshly and
my reflection isn’t mine. The parts
you left inside me reconstruct
my being, though your absence
leaves an unsealable gap within.
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bugflowered · 7 months
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This burning cat storms closer, and Inkpool lets her; she is a little echo of her mentor, who’d approached Glassflower in the exact same paw-stomping, teeth-gnashing manner before Inkpool threw herself in his path.
3 year redraw of this… burning cat still burning @forgotten-elegy
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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Poirot - Agatha Christie, Agatha Christie's Poirot (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur Hastings/Hercule Poirot, Eventually - Relationship Characters: Hercule Poirot, Arthur Hastings (Poirot), various OCs Additional Tags: PTSD, First World War, Ghosts, Slow Burn, some descriptions of battle, they're not too intense, very much Show! Hastings and Poirot, Ratings may change Summary:
Two years after the war, Arthur and his sister are invited up to Yorkshire to stay with an old friend of the family. Naturally, with anything mystery related, Poirot is never far behind. What awaits them are strange noises in the night, unexplainable events, and the secrets all families keep hidden away.
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Arthur wakes, a small hour, his room is shadows with the moon all creamy and low making ribbons of milk slice across his floor. Some landing where the broken mirror had scattered itself. No signs remain of that incident, though, except for the empty frame, which lords itself on the washstand, and his feet who smart from their brief war with the glassy floor.
Arthur stares at the canopy hoping to bore himself to sleep and is convinced he is half arrived at his destination of slumber when a flutter of mothwings interrupts.  
Barney is in the room.
Barney’s torso is in the room.
When Barney shifts in and out of sight, flutter-flutter. Many wings exhaling against fabric. The small, blind moths that eat forgotten wedding dresses in attic trunks. It sounds as if they’re speaking: ohgodnoohgodno.
Barney had scream-moaned oh God no before he died and Arthur, when there was a moment of reprieve to collect the dead from no-man’s land said-wept Oh God no when he found Barney’s body.
Does that sound ever stop?
Arthur’s crossed water and time but still ohGodno ohGodno ohGodno shatters his head.
Sleepless, Arthur stares at the ghost of Barney’s torso until sunrise.
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The mirror incident is written off through a myriad of vague, neither here nor there excuses. All, to Arthur, seem to be saying: we suspect you somehow did it, but as you’re the poor mad soldier, we’re not going to look you in the eye and be honest about it.
Or, that’s how Arthur feels though Charlie says he’s being unkind. Not to mention a little sensitive. Only, she doesn’t say that. Not exactly. She just says, ‘I’m sure that’s not the case at all, Arthur. No one blames you and no one thinks that of you. Poor soldier indeed.’
‘Poor mad soldier,’ Arthur corrects. ‘You’re forgetting the important bit.’
Oh my god what is this?? An update??? 
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This Rotten Work Playlist: Lefstebany Acosta!
As @evelynhug0 so kindly requested, I'm going to release each of the main character playlists (and one for the main ship, Rachel and Daiyu) once a week leading up to the release of the book!
Fourth up is Lefstebany "Stebbie" Acosta. Though a Render by magical gift, she is damned if she will let anything disturb her pacifist values. The best friend of a hot-tempered Chosen One and in love with a man who thinks that Mountain Dew is the height of cuisine can sometimes make this difficult, not to mention having to survive a death tournament her freshman year of high school. Being the most well-adjusted of any of the graduates of the Academy of the Rising Sun doesn't mean that she doesn't deal of nightmares of her own; it just means that she's more able to call out Rachel and Zell when they start spiralling.
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Stebbie’s a Healer. Well, more accurately, she’s a Render: someone who can manipulate the insides of bodies, coaxing veins and tissues and cells to heal or fray further. Headmaster Nightbane had the same powers, though he used his very differently.
Stebbie’s nothing like the Headmaster. She hates violence. She loathes the idea of bringing harm to anyone, even those who hurt her. She refuses to use her powers for anything but healing, and as far as the Academy was aware, that’s all she was able to use it for. She was constantly kept at the bottom of the class in battle classes, thus preventing her from ever breaking into the top ranks of students despite her clear academic superiority. The Academy under Julien Nightbane treated healers like the lowest of the low, practically useless. Even Katalyn was considered higher than her, as Katalyn would at least participate in battle training. 
It rankled Stebbie, going from the top of her middle school class to so low at the Academy of the Rising Sun, but she refused to give up her pacifist values for anything. She made it through the Tournament entirely by her survival skills instead of by violence.
Her punk aesthetic actually comes from that attitude. Punk, Stebbie likes to tell Zell and I, is about revolting against the system by being kind, treating people better than the system wants you to. It’s about hanging fairy lights and clay calaveras skulls on the walls of the living room, about caring about those who no one else cares about.
@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @thefiresofpompeii @gerardway-jpeg @fleuranna @smokecloudsandrollingpapers @idealuk @aceumbrellaheroes @evelynhug0 @madhare0512 @fool-for-luv @nealmcclure @elposting @mikereads @corvidspectre @thanatosdetesreves @sapphicsigh @ameliapondmd @possumsmushroom
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nightshadereaper66 · 25 days
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Zugzwang
“Zugzwang: a situation in which the obligation to make a move in one's turn is a serious, often decisive, disadvantage.”
Everything reminds me of you. Now you’re doomed to become a collection of memoirs Alive only in pictures from the time we called ours. I can’t help but remember you. In between the notes of the music, in the lyrics of my favorite song In the places where I still expect to see you, now I am in zugzwang I can’t help but miss you. Love, though beautiful, is ever bittersweet Love, in all of its enormity, remains discrete.
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goodluckclove · 10 days
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book two is taking a very serious turn. i have to do real, literary research. i'm essentially a reporter now. my younger, far more pretentious self would be proud.
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angeart · 1 month
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Elegy - chapter 4
Chapter 4. Feed me promises II --
“We’re what’s left. We’re still here.”
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Read on AO3
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Not sure if you do requests, but could you do one about not being able to move on from your first love?
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i don't mind doing requests at all !! i hope this is what you were looking for
come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream.
Steven Espada Dawson excerpt from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart / Fyodor Dostoyevsky excerpt from The Brothers Karamazov / @/ratsandlillies (on instagram) C + M / Trista Mateer Salt / Iain Thomas excerpt from The City Rises and Falls / Yves Olade Belovéd / Amber Run I Found / Tony Belobrajdic Hands 1 / Kim Jakobsson I Won't Become / Hozier Almost
i. Steven Espada Dawson, Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother's Heart
[ "We're under the same moon and I'm sick with that knowing." ]
ii. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
[ "I am too young and I've loved you too much." ]
iii. @/ratsandlillies, C + M
[ Stylized painting of a man and a woman leaning towards each other. Their faces blend together in the middle. ]
iv. Trista Mateer, Salt
[ "I want you to know that it is okay not to love me. / I want you to know that you are not the first person / who found it a little too tough, who took two steps / back when my jaws started snapping." ]
v. Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls
[ "You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory." ]
vi. Yves Olade, Beloved
[ "I choked / on such longing I couldn't spit it out. Yes, desire is so different / when God bore you hungry." ]
vii. Amber Run, I Found
[ "For a while it was love, wasn't it? For me it was love." ]
viii. Tony Belobrajdic, Hands 1
[ Painting of two hands intertwined together. ]
ix. Kim Jakobsson, I Won't Become
[ Painting of a young woman standing with her back towards the audience. Stylized various different hands hold her face and back. ]
x. Hozier, Almost
[ "The same of music haunts her bedroom / I'm almost me again, she's almost you" ]
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bardnuts · 3 months
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feel like i gotta apologize in advance for this one
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celestie0 · 12 days
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what does your creative process look like for writing? btw, loving kickoff so far!!
hiii dear ty for the love for kickoff n for this ask!! <3
my creative process dependss,, at least for kickoff usually i will hyperfixate on a song that reminds me of the vibe i have in mind for the next chapter, and i will have it on loop as i try to plan or think of scenes. a lot of times, my ideas just come to me while i'm doing random shit and i rush to my phone to jot them down. but yeah i'd say a good song that fits the vibe really helps me in coming up with things creatively
idk i think i try to trust my instincts the most when coming up with ideas? bc sometimes i’ll think of an idea, run it through a million self doubt machines in my head that tell me it’s not a good idea, but my gut tells me to go through w it anyway and so i do, and when im done writing it im like “damn ok i think that was indeed the right direction to go in. i shouldn’t have doubted myself”
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