#evermore prompt

[bruttal-scars]

One true loves

~ taylor Jenkins reid

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[firstelevens]

prompt list: taylor swift lyrics

part ii | part iii | eras tour edition

Below are fifty prompts drawn from Taylor Swift’s discography. They can be used as dialogue, within narration, or just as inspiration.

Reblog to use as a call for prompts (one pairing/character with one or more numbers) or to inspire your own work.

time slows down

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

the only thing I know like the back of my hand

Wasn’t it easier?

barefoot in the kitchen

I know delusion when I see it.

You can hear it in the silence.

Say you'll see me again.

Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong.

I don’t know how it gets better than this.

3 AM and I'm still awake

built a fire just to keep me warm

You say my name for the first time and I fall in love in an empty bar

All my days, I’ll know your face.

I'll save you a seat.

Our world was one block wide.

All of my heroes die all alone.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

the way you sound in the morning

I’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places.

You come and pick me up, no headlights.

I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye.

I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night.

We pretended it could last forever.

an expert at “sorry”

before you went and let me down

I've read all of the books beside your bed.

Think of the fun things we could do.

It's 2 AM and I'm cursing your name.

Was it worth it?

I knew you were trouble.

the age of princesses and pirate ships

Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.

I know places we won’t be found.

It’s brighter now.

Everybody here was someone else before.

I think he can see through everything but my heart.

until you come back home

Devils roll the dice.

Don't you dream impossible things?

if you say it with your hands

I don't know how to be something you miss.

built to fall apart

You've got your demons and they all look like me.

You're my Achilles' heel.

on the other side of the door

this big wide city all to ourselves

Everything I need is right here by my side.

I could show you incredible things.

the hands of fate

#with a focus on her earlier work because I am a geriatric Swiftie #also I feel like folklore & evermore get plenty of representation in prompt lists #prompt list #writing prompts #taylor swift prompt list #I threatened to do this and now here I am; a real cinderella story #long post

[godofsmallthings]

for the people that have been able to see their top 5 eras listening-wise, did it pop up on your spotify app or were you somehow able to access that through the website?

#i'm wondering if i've dipped back out of her top 1% and that's why i'm not getting the prompt #or perhaps it's just the perks of having an andriod #anyway if i had to guess i think it would be midnights/evermore/lover/folklore/fearless #vi is typing...

[poetryorchard]

You’ve heard of Hot Girl Summer, but now it’s Cozy Girl Autumn! Let’s celebrate this wonderful season together with some of the coziest girls out there, Anne, Taylor, Lorelai, Rory, and of course YOU!

Join us on 11 November 3 pm GMT / 11 am ET for an online creative writing workshop inspired by Gilmore Girls, Taylor Swift, and Anne of Green Gables, hosted by Blossom

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[starrysnowdrop]

FFXIV Write 2022

#1: Cross

verb (used with object): to move, pass, or extend from one side to the other side of (a street, river, etc.)

It’s you… oh Yume, it’s really you. I can see you so vividly, so clearly… unlike the many, long years of staring through a looking glass, passively watching your life pass by. Now, you are right here in front of me. My heart can’t stop beating out of my chest.

Aino Yume, my Yume… my dream, my love, my inspiration. I have traversed the vast reaches of space, crossed the river of time itself, waited for nigh on one hundred years, all for this moment.

Yes, there is still much that must be done, for both of us, but I selfishly have only wanted to look upon you, to stand in your presence, to gaze into your sapphire eyes and have the warmth of your sunlit smile bless me once more.

I only hope that I can play my part, that I have the strength to follow this through to the end. My deepest desire is to show you what lies beneath the cowl, to reveal all of my truths, for you to look upon me as I truly am… yet, I cannot. I will not lose you, not again. Therefore, I hope you never know any of this.

But, for now, allow me this little indulgence. Just a little while longer. If I can be with you again, then I may welcome my demise with a heart full of joy.

“At last, I’ve found you.”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #prompt 1 cross #ffxiv fanfiction #my writing #crystal exarch #yume aino #oc: paint it black #yume x g’raha #ship: evermore #I realize that it’s short but this is what popped into my head #just what he was feeling in that moment but couldn’t say aloud #anyway enough rambling here #hope you enjoy!

[moonfairydarkacademia10]

There'll be happiness after me

But there was happiness because of me

Both of these things I believe

There'll be happiness

#vintage #dark acadamia quotes #quotes #poetry #book quotes #daily prompt #dark academia #taylor swift #taylor swift lyrics #evermore #folklore #folklovermore #Spotify

[jack-of-amulets]

Day 31: HALLOWEEN!!!!

Sparkle on! It's the full moon!

#scp foundation #scp 963 #scp #scp fanart #scp art #secure contain protect #scp kin #scp fictionkin #dr evermore #jackson evermore #jack evermore #scp dr evermore #dr jackson evermore #scp jack evermore #october art challenge #october art prompts #october art 2023 #cringetober 2023 #cringetober #I DID IT!!!!!! I DREW FOR MOST THE MONTH!!!! #- 📿

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Evermore Masterlist

willow - Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley x Reader

champagne problems -

gold rush - 

‘tis the damn season - The Amazing Spider-Man x Reader

tolerate it -

no body, no crime - 

happiness -

dorethea - 

ivy - Merlin x Reader

cowboy like me -

long story short -

majorie -

closure - 

evermore - Matt Murdock x Reader 

right where you left me -

it’s time to go -

#evermore #taylor swift prompts #marvel x reader #star wars x reader #the bad batch x reader #clone wars x reader #narcos x reader #the last of us x reader #harry potter x reader #marauders x reader #911 x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the walking dead x reader #house md xr reaer #imaginesfordifferentfandoms #evermore masterlist

[wordsarelife]

TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS FOR FICS

these are all the songs I haven't done yet, if the one you want to request isn't here, please check my masterlist before requesting!

those in cursive are being written right now!!

DEBUT (12)

tim mcgraw, a place in this world, stay beautiful, picture to burn, teardrops on my guitar, cold as you, the outside, tied together with a smile, should've said no, mary's song, invisible, a perfectly good heart

FEARLESS (16)

hey stephen, superstar, fifteen, breathe, white horse, jump then fall, come in with the rain, the other side of the door, you all over me, mr perfectly fine, that's when, don't you, bye bye baby, forever and always

SPEAK NOW (16)

mine, sparks fly, speak now, long live, electric touch, when emma falls in love, i can see you, dear john, mean, the story of us, better than revenge, innocent, haunted, last kiss, castles crumbling, foolish one

RED (20)

state of grace, twenty-two, holy ground, message in a bottle, everything has changed, red, all too well, i almost do, we are never ever getting back together, the last time, sad, beautiful, tragic, the lucky one, begin again, come back...be here, girl at home, nothing new, babe, i bet you think about me, run, better man,

1989 (15)

welcome to new york, slut!, new romantics, style, wildest dreams, wonderland, out of the woods, all you had to do was stay, i wish you would, bad blood, clean, say don't go, now that we don't talk, suburban legends, is it over now?

REPUTATION (10)

...ready for it?, end game, don't blame me, look what you made me do, so it goes..., getaway car, dancing with our hands tied, dress, this is why we can't have nice things, new years day

LOVER (9)

lover, all of the girls you loved before, miss americana & the heartbreak prince, cornelia street, death by a thousand cuts, me!, false god, the man, the archer

FOLKLORE (9)

the one, cardigan, the last great american dynasty, exile, mad woman, epiphany, betty, hoax, the lakes

EVERMORE (11)

'tis the damn season, no body, no crime, dorothea, coney island, ivy, cowboy like me, evermore, right where you left me, it's time to go, happiness, champagne problems

MIDNIGHTS (15)

maroon, anti-hero, snow on the beach, paris, high infidelity, glitch, you're on your own kid, midnight rain, question...?, vigilante shit, bejeweled, the great war, bigger than the whole sky, would've, could've, should've, dear reader

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT 🤍 (31)

fortnight, the tortured poets department, my boy only breaks his favorite toys, down bad, so long, london, but daddy i love him, fresh out the slammer!, florida!!!, guilty as sin?, who’s afraid of little old me?, i can fix him (no really i can), loml, i can do it with a broken heart, the smallest man who ever lived, the alchemy, clara bow, the black dog, imgonnagetyouback, the albatross, chloe or sam or sophia or marcus, how did it end?, so high school, i hate it here, thank you aimee, i look in people’s windows, the prophecy, cassandra, peter, the bolter, robin, the manuscript

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[savemesomenachos]

tolerate it - Taylor Swift (evermore)

Pairings: GN! Character x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angsty angst, cursing, smoking, brief mention of sex (nothing graphic)

Word Count: 3331 

Flashbacks are in italics

AN: and so it begins… I got carried away with the word count hehe

I sit and watch you reading with your head low.

Their chest rose and fell slightly with every soft breath they took. They balanced the book in one hand as the other one brought the coffee cup to their lips. They blew on the dark liquid gently before taking a careful sip and wincing at the temperature. They placed the coffee mug back on the worn out coffee table and flip a page using their pointer and middle fingers before they leans back in the seat with a soft exhale. 

I turn my head away before they catches me looking and go back to staring blankly at my screen. I try to get work done but my mind has been wandering a lot more lately. Questioning everything. Especially them. 

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed.

I rub my groggy eyes and stretch my arms over my head with a slight groan. I drag my hands down my face and wipe my eyes  as I turn to look at them still sleeping. Their eyelids flutter as their dreams shift. My hand reaches forward to push that single piece of hair that falls seamlessly across their eyebrow and almost touches their eye. I stop myself before I make contact and my hand hovers in the air awkwardly. They twitch in their sleep and turn so that their back is facing me. My hand curls into a fist and I clutch it to my chest. Tears gather in the corner of my eyes but I wipe them away angrily.

I sit and watch you I notice everything you do or don’t do.

I realised I’d been staring at them a lot lately. Every time I catch myself staring at them, I chastise myself. ‘It’s creepy as hell, what the fuck are you doing?’ Then I realise that I’m not staring at them for them. I’m staring at them to gratify myself. I need to look at them all the time to make sure that they still love me and care for me. But it doesn’t help. I can’t tell what they’re thinking. I used to pride myself in knowing what they’re feeling all the time. Just one look into their eyes and I knew if they’re feeling happy or sad, horny or cuddly. But now? It’s what I imagine staring into a void would feel like; blank, lifeless, cold. So, so cold. And nothing makes me feel better.

You’re so much older and wiser, and I I wait by the door like I’m just a kid.

They’ve started to go out more often. I remember when they hated going out. When everything was easier.

“Can’t we skip this party baby?” they asks with a pout on their lips.

“It’s literally a party for you. So no, we can’t,” I reply, struggling with the tie they bought me for my birthday. 

“Here, lemme,” they offer, getting off the bed and walking up to me. Their eyes bore into mine as their hands expertly fasten the tie. They smooth their hand down the shoulder of my suit and slide them down to mine, fingers entwining with my own. 

“You look amazing,” they whisper, leaning in to me. My eyes flicker to their lips, wary of their intentions. 

“Can I kiss you?“ they asks, already stepping closer which makes them tower over me, arms wrapping around my waist.

“You know the answer to that already, I don’t know why you ask.” I say, draping my arms around their shoulders with a shy smile painted across my lips. 

“I like seeing you blush. Besides, if you said no, I wouldn’t kiss you,” they says, their lips inches away from my own. Our breaths mingle as their arms around my waist impossibly tighten. They muffle my resounding squeak with a kiss that leaves me breathless. Their tongue sneaks out of their lush lips, seeking mine. I readily surrender to the fuzzy little feeling that was threatening to overtake my mind. In that moment, nothing could touch us, nothing could change us. 

“We still have to go, you know that right?” I mumble with our lips still touching and our breathing harder. 

“Ughhhhh, fineeeeee. But only for a little bit. Then I wanna come home and cuddle yeah?” they ask, reluctantly pulling away and fastening their own tie. 

“Deal.”

Now? I’d be surprised if they came home at all when I was awake. I could hear them softly padding, no doubt in their sock clad feet, weary from the day, through our bedroom. They did exactly the same thing every day; they’d walk past me and go straight to the bathroom. They’d shower, change and brush all in a matter of 25 mins. I know because I timed them for a few days. On bad days, it’d be 30 mins but otherwise, 25 mins. They’d slip quietly into bed next to me and turn the other way while I struggled not to cry. 

Use my best colours for your portrait, lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it.

We sit across from each other at the dining table with silence looming between us, laden with unspoken feelings. They spoon a mouthful of food and bring it to their lips with what looks like a scowl on their face. My fingers tighten around the fork in my hand and for a moment I contemplate throwing it down and just confronting them once and for all. 

But I don’t. I only watch with bated breath as their lips wrap around the spoon and with a pause, they swallow. 

“It’s good,” they say and I breathe a sigh of relief. They pull their phone out of their jeans and resort to quietly eating dinner with no more pauses in the middle to tell me what they like about the food. 

I want to ask them, ‘What do you like about it? Is it the consistency? Is it the flavours? Is it because this is your favourite?’

But I don’t. Instead, I push food around my plate the rest of the time we sit there. In silence, they rise, go to the kitchen, rinse their plate and walk to our bedroom. 

“Night,” they whisper as they pass me by. 

No ‘good nights’ or ‘I love yous’ or ‘come to bed soon’. Just a simple “night” spoken so softly, I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t listening. 

If It’s all in my head, tell me now Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/n. We’re fine,” they say, slamming the front door shut as they follow me into the living room. 

“Seriously?” I start angrily. “You forgot our anniversary. Again,” my voice fades to a quiet whisper when the reality of our relationship settles in. “I’m tired, it doesn’t mean there’s something wrong,” they say, slipping their jacket off their slumped shoulders.

“But I-”

They cut me off with a quick kiss to my lips which leaves me momentarily stunned. I stare into those distant eyes and an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. They take it as an invitation to keep kissing me. 

“We’re fine, we’re fine, we’re fine,” they murmur against my skin, and I can feel my heart shatter. Their voice is far away, and they repeat it like a mantra as their lips trail across my body and it sounds like they’re trying to convince themselves. Their once warm hand wraps around my own and they drag me upstairs to our bedroom. I feel odd calling it that now. Although we share that bed every night, it feels like I’m the only one here. Tonight, all my doubts were confirmed but I don’t stop them as they slip my clothes off with quiet calculation. It used to be dedication and reverence and adoration and love. But now it feels mechanical. I bite my lip to keep the tears and bay as we use our bodies to make each other feel better.

I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome I take your indiscretions all in good fun.

I rush to the door as soon as the bell rings with a hopeful smile on my face. Everyone in the background shushed each other as the room plunged into darkness. I inched forward with the sound of my shoes clacking against the floor ringing in my ear. I pull the door open, and they step inside without another word.

“Did the electricity go out or-”

Their hardened voice is cut off by the lights being turned off and friends screaming “Surprise!” They stumble in their place and turn to look at me with an unreadable expression on their face. They turn to their friends again with a genuine smile. The kind where your face feels like it’ll split in two, your eyes crinkle at the edges and you feel lighter, happier, softer. The kind of smile they used to give me. My shoulders droop in defeat and I turn and walk to the kitchen to hide out for the rest of the night. 

“Oye!” someone calls out. “Where do you think you’re going??”

“I was just-”

“Come on, take a picture with your lil lover yeah?”

“Ok,” I mumble as I make my way back to the fray. 

Someone gives me a light push and I land right in their arms. I look away from them and turn to the camera. I put on a smile like I always do around friends and wrap my arm around their waist like nothing’s wrong. They throw an arm around my shoulder like nothing’s wrong. We take a picture and put it up on our wall like nothing’s wrong. 

We drift farther and farther away as the night progresses. 

“I can’t believe you two are still together,” I hear a voice whisper. But its not really a whisper because I hear it all the way in the kitchen where I quietly sip on my beer. Then a sudden pause before

“Me either,” they whisper as everyone around breaks into laughter. A tight smile makes its way on their lips as I feel that hope from the beginning of the night shatter. I know it was a joke, just something to make their friends laugh cause friends can be assholes sometimes. But it hit too close to home. 

“Hey,” the same voice from before calls out. “Did you hear what your lil lover said?”

“Yeah,” I shout back. “And I agree,” I say, followed by laughter from the group again. I turn away before they can catch my eye. I can’t keep doing this, I think. But if not this, then what?

I sit and listen,  I polish plates until they gleam and glisten. 

“Happy birthday again, have fun you guys,” the group greets as they pile out the door in a drunken haze. We say our goodbyes and walk back to our rooms. They’re in a particularly talkative mood today so they sit down at our dinner table as I clean up, clearly not in the state to help. I grab some of the plates around the sink and begin to scrub them down in silence. 

“Are you really surprised we’re still together?” they ask as I feel their eyes burning holes in the back of my head. 

“Aren’t you?” I retort more sharply than I intended. 

“Sometimes,” they whisper, their voice closer than before. 

“Yeah well, makes two of us then,” I mumble, setting aside the wet dishes and grabbing a cloth to wipe them down. 

“What happened to us?” they ask. My hands freeze as soon as I hear those dreaded 4 words. Everything seems numb and distant. I feel their hand on my shoulder, but I don’t react. Too dazed by the question. A question I had no answer to. And even if I did, it wouldn’t fix things. Some things were just beyond repair sometimes and we seemed to be one of those things. 

“I don’t know,” I say, my hand gripping the plate so hard I thought for a second it would crack. 

“Yeah,” they say, turning away from me. “Me either.”

While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life.

“You know, we could just stay in today,” they whisper, pushing my hair back from my face as the rain pours steadily outside. 

“You always wanna stay in,” I giggle as they scrunch their nose in a cute little pout. 

“Is it my fault you always look this gorgeous?” they ask, their lips hovering over mine. A flush covers my cheeks as I turn my eyes away from theirs. 

“Awww, are you blushing baby?” they ask, leaning down impossibly closer and pressing a kiss on my hot cheeks. 

“No,” I mumble, pushing them off me. With a laugh, they roll of me and pull out a cigarette out of the pack on the nightstand. Wordlessly, they hand me one while taking one from themselves. The flame from the lighter casts a golden shadow across the lower half of their face. Their lips, now illuminated by the light seemed even more tempting. 

“Hey,” they say, taking a drag and inhaling right after. “Come here,” pulling me closer by a hand curled around the back of my neck. They slip the cigarette in my mouth and bring their lit one to the tip of mine. Their eyes stay on my lips as I suck in a sharp breath to light my cigarette. When I see the flame start to burn out the end of my cigarette, I pull away from them with yet another flush on my cheeks. I hide it with a long drag and a pointed look in their direction to which they giggle. I pull them against me so that their back rests comfortably against my chest and they sit between my legs. We stare out at the raindrops peppering our window and all the people moving around, trying to get to work in the rain. 

“Do you think we’ll be doing this in like 10 years?” they ask, their eyes closing against the chill and their hands pulling the blanket around us tighter.

“Of course we will. We’ll be doing this till we die babe. Forever.”

Drawing hearts in the by-line Always taking up too much space or time You assume I’m fine But what would you do if I

“What’s going on hmm?” my best friend of years asks as they hand me a margarita with those ridiculous umbrellas and a pink straw. I toss the umbrella onto the table as soon as I see it and swirl the drink for a moment with the straw. 

“What is it with exotic drinks and umbrellas? Like is it ‘cause they’re exotic? Is it compulsory for them all to have umbrellas? Is it what white people think of when they think of exotic places? Umbrellas and coconuts?” I ask, aggressively stabbing the straw into my drink at this point. When I don’t hear a reply, I turn to look at my friend looking at me intently. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” they say, their hand finding my own. I feel the warmth from their body seep into mine and it brings tears to my eyes. A sob breaks free and it becomes hard to breathe. Faintly, I feel their arms wrap around my shoulders and rest my head in the crook of their neck. I take a deep breath and let the comfort from their arms and their perfume surround me completely. 

“They don’t love me,” I gasp as the weight of my words brings fresh tears to my eyes. 

“How do you know?” they breathe in my hair as their hands running up and down my arms.

“I just know.”

Break free and leave us in ruins Took this dagger in me and removed it. Gain the weight of you then lose it Believe me, I could do it.

“If you want me to leave, tell me now,” I whisper as they sit on that couch, reading that book again. 

“What?” they ask, setting their book aside. They stare at me like I’ve grown a second head and not the fact that this has been in the makings for a while now. 

“Don’t sound surprised. Don’t sound like you care,” I whisper, tears freely streaming down my face now. 

“Of course I care,” they say, taking a careful step towards me. 

“No, you don’t,” I scream, my body curling into itself. My hands come up to my ears to muffle the sounds of my heart pounding. My back meets the walls and I slide down with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs, hoping to sink into the floor. 

“I know things have been rough but-”

“Rough?” I scoff, my eyes rising to meet theirs. “Things aren’t just rough. This is not something we can just work through. I wish it was but it’s not.”

“So what? You wanna leave me? You wanna leave this life we built together?” they ask, their eyes glittering with unshed tears. 

“I don’t know what I want. What I do know is that I can’t go through every day wondering if you still love me at the end of it. Wondering if you’re staying with me because you’re too nice to leave me, because you feel bad. Wondering if today is the day you finally walk away and leave me forever,” I say, staring into their eyes, finally saying the words that lurked beneath the surface, waiting to be said, waiting to be heard.

“So you’ll leave me first?” they ask, tears rolling down their cheeks as they sat on the floor in front of me.

“I’m scared,” I say, the real answer to their question on the tip of my tongue.

“Of me not loving you?” they ask and I realise that they already know my answer. 

“Of me not loving you,” I admit, our teary eyes locking as we realise the truth. 

If it’s all in my head, tell me now,  Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” they whisper, their shoulder brushing against mine. A gesture that would’ve made my heart flutter any other time but now only served as a reminder of what I’d lost. 

“No one ever does,” I say genuinely, wiping away any remaining tears and feeling lighter, like I can breathe. 

I stand before they can reply and grab my bag that was lying on the floor. 

“I really did love you, you know? I just forgot why and then I forgot how,” they say, following suit and walking up beside me. 

“Me too. I just wished we realised it earlier. When things were fixable,” I say, walking to the door with them in tow.

“Yeah,” they mumble as I open the door and step out onto the patio.

“This is goodbye I guess,”

“Can’t it be a see you maybe?” they ask, I hopeful glint in their eyes

“I don’t wanna lie,” I say, turning away from them.

“You were always terrible,” they say followed by a chuckle. 

“Still am,” I say over my shoulder. 

“Hey,” 

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. Me too.”

I sit and watch you.

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[drewpicturesani]

OCs can have a little non-traumatic childhood.. As a treat.

@oc-tober2022 day 1: Childhood, featuring a young Sunny and her doting father.

[image description: a greyscale digital drawing depicting a young girl having her hair braided by her father. The girl is a teifling (half-demon), indicated by a pair of curled horns beginning to grow from her head. Her father appears to be a human man. The pair are dressed in vaguely Victorian-era clothing, with the girl wearing a pinafore dress and white stockings, and the man wearing a smart waistcoat and a cravat necktie. The drawing is labelled "OC-tober 2022, Day 1: Childhood." End ID]

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[bruttal-scars]

~essays in love

#literature #books & libraries #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #tumblr writing prompts #book excerpt #book quotes #writing is hard #taylor evermore #book review

[girlinapapercrown]

dorothea and tis the damn season but as a sapphic book

#taylor swift #dorothea #tis the damn season #evermore #writing #writing prompt #bisexual #lesbian #lgbtq #lgbtwriter

[writemoment]

the roses are wilted and faded, dried and shriveled on the floor. once we bloomed, unbeknownst to the looming doom- lost to remain a memory forevermore.

- ellie-mae

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[mattmurdocksthighs]

MY OCS AS TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUMS - EVERMORE

Mila Carson The Wilds

Odette Princeton Dead Poet's Society

Luna George Twilight

Leon Anderson Harry Potter

Andromeda Mendoza Percy Jackson

Blake Newton Percy Jackson

Vera Alvarez Percy Jackson

Livia Zhou Percy Jackson

Demeter Eternals

Behati Star Wars

#original character #the wilds oc #dead poets society oc #taylor swift #ocs as taylor swift albums #evermore #evermore taylor swift #twilight oc #harry potter oc #oc prompt #oc ideas #percy jackson oc #marvel oc #star wars oc

[starrysnowdrop]

FFXIVWrite 2022

#16: Deiform

Adjective: godlike or divine in form or nature; having the form or appearance of a god; sacred or divine.

From Lightwarden AU aka: Bad Ending AU

What if the Scions were too late in stopping Emet-Selch before Yume began to transform into a sin eater?

“Yume!!” The Exarch screamed as he hobbled over to the Raen lying on the floor of the Capital building in the recreated Amaurot. Blood covered his body, his red and white tipped hair was disheveled, and he hardly had the strength to stand, but he used his golden staff as a cane and kneeled down to Yume.

Her hair was fully white, her scales shined with a pure brilliance, and even her eyes began to glow golden. Though she looked as beautiful to G’raha as she ever did, she was shaking and writhing in utter agony. She screeched out in immense pain and G’raha’s heart shattered.

He grabbed her and held her close to him, and though his energy was spent, he began to channel his spell once more, in an effort to siphon the light from her as he tried to do on top of Mt. Gulg.

“Fight it, Yume! Just hold on a little longer, my love!”

Suddenly, she began throwing up enormous amounts of light aether over his shoulder and onto the floor, and her entire body began to burn with the brightest light he had ever seen, so much so that he had to look away from being blinded by it.

When he was able to look once more, her skin had turned to porcelain, her veins now looked like cracks of gold, and her eyes were hollow white. The Exarch cried out, “YUME!! NO!!!”

With tears streaming down his face, he reached out and touched her face with his crystalline hand. He continued to channel the spell, though he realized that it was all in vain. “I have failed you… this is all my fault… I’m so sorry, Yume…”

As G’raha wept, he heard a small voice straining to speak.

“R-Raha…”

“Yume?!” G’raha looked right at her as feathers wrapped around her body, a sight he had seen an innumerable amount of times over the one hundred years in the First. The chrysalis began to form, and it was now inevitable; the transformation would be complete and the woman he loves more than anything in all of creation would be no more.

He gasped as she reached out to him with an outstretched hand, brushing the wetness from his crimson eye.

“Raha… I… I lo…ve… you…”

G’raha watched in horror as the feathered chrysalis covered Yume’s body entirely, a tomb for her humanity. Her fate was sealed. There was nothing more that could be done.

Though it only took a few moments, the gurgling sounds of the transformation were nightmare inducing, a sound that made G’raha grab at his heart and sob into the floor, praying that she had lost the awareness to feel anymore pain.

When the chrysalis cracked open, a bolt of light shot out as the sin eater emerged from its cocoon. G’raha looked up and his mouth fell open at the sight.

A feminine form of pure porcelain and cracks of gold, golden scales with a feathered golden tail, long, flowing white hair, golden wings where ivory horns once framed her face, golden eyes glowing with an otherworldly brilliance, white wings sprouting from her arms and legs, and two enormous white wings unfolded from her back.

Yume Aino was gone, now only a sin eater remained. Ethereal, immaculate, deiform… a lightwarden forevermore.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #prompt 16 deiform #my writing #lightwarden au #crystal exarch #sin eater #lightwarden #yume aino #oc: paint it black #yume x g'raha #ship: evermore #first time that I didn’t fill one of the prompts with something from canonverse #also this is the introduction of this AU #let me know what yall think