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twopoppies · 3 years

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hi love!!! i need your help

im looking for fics that feel... magical. I don't have other way to explain it other than that lol im sorry

it can really be about anything that you feel enchanting you know? witches, fairies, just a deep conversation in a forest. Just something magical and wholesome, something that YOU like! (ik not very specific but i think you'll get where im going with this)

Hi sugar. Well... this fic rec has links to all the Fantasy/Mythical Creature fic recs I’ve done, there are a lot of great fics there, but I’ll pull a few together that I think fit what you’re aiming for.

The Sleeping Giant by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 3K) This author writes the loveliest short stories… this one is filled with beautiful imagery and metaphor and just a hint of melancholy. I wish there were a dozen more chapters in this ‘verse, but it also was perfect just as it is.

Sanctuary by metal_eye / @metal-eye (2-part series, 4K, mixed ratings) Oh man, what can I say about these incredible fics. They’re like pure poetry. I made a fic post for them here and here’s what I said about them then: Last year I came across the first part of this series and it took my breath away. So much so that I begged the author to write more (which they graciously did a few weeks ago). The writing is rich and poetic and deeply, deeply moving. It’s the sort of quiet story that can often be overlooked in a fandom full of multi-chaptered, showier works, but it is no less worthy of praise. I think the fact that this author manages to create such a heart wrenchingly beautiful portrait of love, loss, commitment, and desire in just under 4,000 words is amazing. Take a little time and give these a read. They’re really something special. (They’re both angels)

hold on to your stars before they fade by adelagia (T, 32K) This fic… wow. Such beautiful writing. Such a touching story. Loved the OT5 friendship and banter. Don’t miss out on this one. (Harry’s a fairy)

Take Care Down By The Water by shyserious (M, 37K) Again, not quite mermaids, but oh my goodness I loved this fic. Magical realism, mythical creatures, dreamy/moody atmosphere, beautiful writing. (The fic is deleted, but the link is to a download).

wake the morn and greet the dawn (with hearts entwined and free) by mixedfandomfics (T, 21K)I cried the first third of the way through this because this author painted such a beautiful picture of Harry’s emotions, his found family, and the setting. I love how they slowly unraveled Louis’ story and the tender, sweet way they ended up together. And Niall!! The best friend/brother you could ask for.

Strange How the Half Light by aheavenlyrush (T, 4K) This is one of those fics that I read and loved and rushed to see what else the author had written. And then I cried because it’s the only one. But it’s such a beautifully written portrait of longing and innocence. You should read it! Harry’s an alien, which doesn’t entirely fit, but it’s such a lovely read.

Until You Remember by Throwthemflowers / @hazzabeeforlou (E, 21K) I love this author’s delicate, careful writing. This one is so beautiful and made me cry. I really need to read it again, actually!

to the light by fondleeds (NR, 13K) Lovely description, soft and intimate, such a beautiful read.

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 17K) This author’s writing is poetic without being too precious, descriptive in a way that paints a gorgeous portrait without piling on unimportant detail, and their smut is sexy af. I love all of their fics, but this is a personal favorite because it combines so many things I love (supernatural elements, Versailles, Larry, and smut…what more could you want? LOL).

In From The Cold /now until the break of day by Acavall (mixed ratings, 2-work series, 55K) These two fics were some of the very first I read in the fandom and I still think about them. They’re wistful and romantic and quirky and they’ve unfortunately been deleted, but the link is to a download of both.

Carry These Feelings by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (GA, 3K) This was just lovely and mysterious and sweet. I loved their banter and the whole description of Harry traveling the world, remembering and collecting feelings. It’s totally unique and beautifully written.

Stranger on the Shore by CellarDoor (T, 3K) Ok, let me start off by saying that this fic is SAD. Like, not just angsty sad, sad like not a happy ending. BUT, if you can handle that, this is just beautiful writing. Listen….I cry over everything, but I did read this. And I did love it. But, man….

as we move slowly by snsk (GA, 3K) So, this is actually a canon divergent fic in which Louis grows wings. So he’s not technically an angel, but this fic is absolutely gorgeous – dreamy, poetic, and full of beautifully written metaphors.

You can also look through my fic rec for Beautifully Written fic and fics with Dreamy Writing. I hope you find some stuff you like!

#magical fics #my fic rec #larry fic rec #Anonymous

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granny-griffin · 2 years

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I’m delighted that you’re still enjoying The New Earth and appreciate your saying so. It suprised and delighted me when I wrote it; it came so clearly and fluidly. I’d love to hear any thoughts or questions you have for good feedback is hard to come by.

At first I saw this and thought—I can't possibly give any feedback. I don't have any coherent thoughts. I only know that I like it past reading. I have to put it inside and pull it out again, to speak it and feel the shape of the words against my mouth.

but then I thought for 5 seconds and realized that yes actually I do have thoughts

I think a mistake that a lot of young poets make—they want to find a way to express their feelings, right? so they sit down and write some free verse about their feelings and at the end of the day it's more prose than anything else. And there's nothing wrong with that! people should write all the bad poetry they want!

but I think they miss a part of the point—one way poetry helps in processing is by taking the thing curdling inside you and casting it out, by assigning it to something concrete.

So if you want to say, "I miss you so much it makes my inside ache," you need to talk about the old stream bed, and how it used to hold water, and how there is a hollow space where the little pond used to be—in the place where the tadpoles were spinning now there is dirt dried in the shape of ripples. It is late summer but the ground cannot stop remembering melted snow. And at the end, after you have described each mundane detail, you will find that the thing you felt is caught inside and explained and it doesn't have the same destructive hold over you anymore, because now you can look at it from outside. You can understand it.

Anyway, my point is that this is exactly what The New Earth does so well. Even just in the title! It's a story about space travel. Humanity has decided to enter hyper-sleep and a spaceship and go to live on another planet. So the new earth is another planet, one like the one we came from, and that is the first half of the metaphor, the first referent. The second referent of The New Earth is this earth but made new.

Every line in this poem is a double referent..

We had to sleep before we walked the skies,

They must sleep—in order to survive the journey through space, the humans must put themselves into suspended animation. The journey will take thousands of years. They would not live long enough to see their new home otherwise.

Those of us who sleep will rise first to meet God's Anointed in the sky.

Escaped the well and flew forth free,

Wait okay, I found my first question. I have no idea why there is a well in this line. I understand the escape and the flying free—the space travelers have escaped the earth. They are flying free outside the atmosphere. And we also will fly out from our graves. I have no idea how the well contributes to the metaphor—all the uses of well I can think of refer to some source of strength. This is like, the opposite of that, so I'm probably missing context.

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

This is just accurate across the board—spring always comes, but winter must come first. Good new soil comes from autumn's dead leaves and their decomposition. It's the way of the whole universe.

It was manifested in a particular instance, and the implications still ripple out. It is touching us now. Easter is next weekend.

Failing earth exhaling its last sighs;

Far, far the new home for humanity.

We had to sleep before we walked the skies.

The earth has failed as a resource to sustain human life. That is why the space travelers are leaving it. The new planet they are journeying toward is too far away for comprehension. Everything is far in space.

This version of the earth is going to die—it is dying. And after its death it will be reborn. The distance between the two is hard to figure, the new earth may even come into existence in a sort of distant dimension. Perhaps it is far in time. Most of all, it is far from our comprehension.

Ten thousand souls suspended in the ice

Through all the empty places we must be—

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

So the humans used ice in their hyper-sleep—like Captain America almost. It makes sense. Ice preserves. They travel now through space, through the nothing, in order to reach their destination.

Thousands of souls wait now, empty and suspended, for their bodies to be returned to them. They will be returned.

A star we follow to our paradise.

A visionary, dreaming people we—

We had to sleep before we walked the skies.

The new planet the travelers are heading toward orbits a new star. None of the planets around their old star could support life in the way they need. Of course they are visionaries—no other kind of people would embark on such a risky venture. No other kind of people could visualize the reward of success.

Paradise means Eden—the first temple—the kind of place where the presence of a god touches earth. That is the place where the morning star is guiding us. He will be there when we arrive. It takes a certain kind of vision to see it (but that's elaborated more in the next stanza).

In this we trust, that hope before us lies—

The evidence of things we do not see:

Nothing is reborn but first it dies!

The passengers have to trust that a good place is before them. They have to trust without seeing it. There is no way for them to experience their reward until after the journey. They have evidence—their scientists and astrologers and engineers can explain them. But they haven't seen it yet.

Literally don't know how to even to elaborate on the second referent here. It's faith. It's right there. That second line is straight out of Hebrews 11.

A morning when a newer sun shall rise

Our eyes will open on a glassy sea.

We had to sleep before we walked the skies

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

The sun will be new because the planet is in a different solar system. It orbits a different star. Presumably the planet has a lot of water—that seems to be what humans need to survive. So they know that they will land, and they will come out of their ship, and see a new star rising over the ocean.

In the end of Ezekiel, in the vision about the new temple that drives me absolutely insane because I can't visualize how the measurements fit together, there is at least one easy part. Clear water flows out of the temple, and the stream deepens as it goes, and it falls down the mountain and into the black sea, into the dead sea. And there, the water makes everything come alive again. And at the end of Revelation, there is a clear river that flows out of the city. Because now the temple is everywhere. There will also be a new kind of sun.

#as;jdlf I wrote so much #hope this does not bother you #to all my followers: there is no read more and I am not sorry #it's my dash and you can all deal #cw christ #long post

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