#sharing a poem i wrote

[kierenrose]

We’re alike; I don’t say it.

#millionsummers #millions knives #legato bluesummers #trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #mine #my art #ignore that the caption is from a poem I wrote and will never share publically

[maledistributionsystem]

Her skin is getting softer.

Your voice is getting lower.

Sex is an exploration of change.

Sex is an admiration of transformation.

She's getting colder.

You're getting warmer.

There is an intimacy in going to doctors appointments together.

There is an intimacy in discovering each others new laughs.

She reminds you about your meds.

You pick hers up from the pharmacy for her.

There is a depth of comfort here that was previously alien to you. You walk two different roads, but you are holding hands. Cheering the other on.

You admire her ability to find comfort and stability within what was previously your jail cell.

She admires your ability to find peace and rebirth within the ropes she was bound by.

You're redoing your childhoods together. Living them correctly.

You're rebuilding your wardrobes together, one guiding the other through brand new sizing systems.

You've both found a home in the fields of each others eyes and souls.

Go ahead, build a home together.

#force masc #forced masculinization #autoandrophilia #autoandrophile #black ftm #black masculinity #t4t mlw #ftm mlw #MDS Originals #dedicated to my beautiful wife #i love her so much #i wrote this poem thinking about how much time we've spent together. observing and celebrating each other. #thinking about how much we've shared the mutual fascination of the other learning how beautiful their gender really is #thinking about how we talk about our past selves. the trapped children. the lost children. the children who knew something was off but #had no words. #We aren't mirrors of each other. we're just two broken windows. #but man. the view is ethereal.

[dootznbootz]

Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

#I wrote this last night. I'll do the asks I got later. don't worry! :D #I am the cheese god remember?😅 #I think these two would try to “out-cheese” each other and whoever is left speechless first loses #“I would forget my own name before I would ever forget you” bullshit. CHEESY #And yes. “I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt” stupidity >:D #I plan for Odysseus as a beggar to ask why she waits so long. As he's been gone a longer amount of time than the time they had together #(Simply asking as reassurance. He knows his answer. Calypso asked him. but what about Penelope?) but she gets mad at the #“Beggar” and pities him as he must be telling the truth about having a miserable life if he never got the chance to know such devotion #How what they have could never be sullied by #something as trivial as distance and years. How the years with him were the best in her life. Only made better by their son. #'My dear Joy made songs and poems about love a reality as that was simply the life we shared. Even separated our 'song' will always echo #no matter how long it's been. I'LL make sure it always does. And I know he's doing the same... That strange man used to say that #even if he died his corpse would drag itself back to us before he'd ever give up.' #...I'm not one for 'odyssey zombie au' but when I first heard it yeah. :'D Came up with this back then #“His eyes as hard as flint or horn-” Bullshit! The sad lil fuck is hiding sobs with coughs and telling her to keep away for fear of her #catching whatever “illness” he has. The nice thing about being disguised as old means sickly old man works. #... #I'm noticing that Odysseus has a lot of silly oneliners while I write Penelope with a shit ton of set up :'D #They are so silly and I love them so much #...I wrote a lot :'D #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #odypen #yahoo!!! #sometimes I wonder if I should tag this with more things but I don't want to taint the regular tags with my bullshit :'D I KNOW I'm insane

[mumms-the-word]

The Twenty-First Night

A bit of 1001 Nights-inspired poetry that I wish was in The Art of the Night to make it more than just a spicy yoga manual or a spellbook. This is part of the longer scene I wrote, but I wanted to share it separately too, because I've been inspired by other BG3 poets. I'm not really a poet, but I did my best <3

~*~*~

That night, the king met his beloved once more in their chambers.

"Dearest one," said he,  "Gold I have given thee,  and jewels from my store;  chains for thy neck  and bands for thy wrists;  and still, thine eyes shine more brilliantly  than any treasure in my kingdom. 

"What gem in all the realms  can be more precious than thy gaze?  What more can I give to you,  my beloved, so that you may know  the ardent depths of my heart?  What more, when thine eyes alone  make all riches seem as dull iron?"

"Tender-hearted king," said the queen,  "I need neither gold nor gems;  my love is not so cheaply bought  nor so willingly sold.  And yet, already thou possess  that which I long for most.  Thy steady gaze, my love,  and thy faithful hand are all I ask.

"Come, take my hand,  and look beyond this simple visage. I will bare my soul to thee, this night,  and gaze boldly at thine. For more than bone and blood are we, but spirits merely housed in flesh.’"

~*~*~

#cue the astral sex #bg3 #bg3 fic #my fic #gale #gale dekarios #might delete later but idk idk #when gale picked up this book i immediately was like #tell me the romance gale #tell me the 1001 nights romance between this king and queen #what poems did they whisper to one another #what philosophies did they share #but alas the game just made it a spellbook #so yeah i wrote this #also why 21? no idea I just picked an early number

[northern-passage]

i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)

i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)

faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.

anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!

#if u read one day hike it's in the similar vein i guess. sad lesbians...lol #this is VERY embarrassing for me i do not write or share poetry very often so. HRNG #i tried to do more of a narrative style first with choices & an abrupt short voice #but i really didnt like it. felt even more embarrassing than this... #i dont think the way i write lends itself to that style & it felt very amateurish/childish #so i set it aside for a while and kept working on my other project in the meantime #so i think when i came back to it i was feeling partially inspired by what i had written for that which made me rewrite it again #sex and food and desire and hunger... you know how it is #not 100% about it all together but i like it more than the first 4 versions lmfao #i did try to do timed lines as well and it just.. didnt hit for me. i love/hate timed lines you have to really get them just right #or else they're just annoying iykwim #also i was surprised i actually hit 500 words i didnt think i was going to #also also this is a poem in that. i wrote it and am calling it a poem...mnfkjdg #anyways. ough #faith #other writing

[amorisastrum]

So I watched dead poets society and I absolutely love it, it's one of my hyperfixtations atm and may even become a special interest (I adore it) and one night I was speaking with my friend about a headcanon I thought of: Neil and Todd (unknowingly) wrote portrait poems of the other. They never shared them with one another.

Then, a few days later at around 2am I got hit with a sudden urge to write. So I did. I wrote two poems from the perspective of Todd and Neil. So, here are the poems.

Neil Perry about Todd Anderson

Fair acrimonious haired boy

With eyes as deep as a thousand oceans

As blue as a lake at dusk.

He is quiescent,

Yet his smile is lucent.

It settles softly on his florid lips.

His features sit in a nervous smile

And though he fights it, felicity shines through.

He is beautiful.

He is angelic.

Todd Anderson about Neil Perry

Soft lips with a lingering smirk

With traces of hopes upon them.

A euphonious voice

Full of passion, love, dreams and desires.

It is greater than any poem.

Oh delicate eyes,

Eyes that would put any work of art to shame.

They are the colour of a thousand dying leaves

And yet they are so full of life.

A kind soul.

With kind hands

And a kind voice

And kind eyes

And kind features

And what can only be assumed to be kind lips.

Oh, how he is the prettiest of all the stars,

And oh. Oh, how he is the prettiest of all the heavens.

(the second one is probably one of my favourite poems I've ever written I adore it)

#dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #poetry #my poetry #my poem #writing #my writing #<3 #i wrote these at like 2am a few weeks ago #I'm trying to post on here more lmao #what way to start with some poems #this is actually really hard for me to post i dont like sharing my work #but i like these too much for them to stay between me and my 2 friends whe like dead poets society

[sfsolstice]

S. F. Solstice, "Everything is", in Midsummer Magazine issue 3

#poetblr #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #female poets #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poem #poetry #sfsolstice #i can finally share this one now that issue 3 is out !!! #i've been so antsy waiting for midsummer to publish issue 3 dghjk #please check it out !! :3 #i def cant wait to read everything in this issue <3 #tbh the bio i submitted is kinda cringe bc i wrote it in like january and wanted so bad to stick to a particular image lol #but eeeeee my first ever published poem im so happy >< !!

[ippyhaj]

Inspiration - A Poem

Inspiration is not a lit bulb,

Not a key to a lock,

Not a means to an end,

It is, fundamentally,

That somewhere

Someone

You

Are reading this

-Ippyhaj

#my posts #my poetry #poetry #poem #it felt right to post this one now #everyone is being so supportive and lovely #you all inspire me so much #I feel so incredibly happy and greatful to get to write and share it with you all #also unrelated but I wrote a couple smutty poems late last night #they’re actually decent without being too obscene #idk whether I will post them or not #I might post them but hide them under a page break #lmk if that’s of interest

[thecagedsong]

When I post a chapter, I'm thrilled with every comment. The 'this is so beautiful :')' comments make me want to keep posting and sharing. Even mentioning just one detail a la 'my favorite part was where you made Zelda break a kiss because she realized exactly how much of an idiot Link was, had me laughing', gives me a chance to think oh, it was funny, that part worked like I hoped it would, I'm so happy the feelings I wanted to get across came across.

I'm not hoping for reviews because I expect some epic tolkein-esque poetry, five paragraphs long, showing love of my themes and characters and imagery through a parallel story.

I AM saying that reviewer Silversoul17, who did write my story epic tolkein-esque poetry, five paragraphs long, showing their love of my themes and characters and imagery through a parallel story, actually owns my heart and I wish I was getting married for the sole purpose of inviting them to my wedding and introducing them to my family as 'my friend Silver, who likes videogames and studies tolkein poetry and whom I adore very, very much.'

this is the comment, as it is too good to only be sitting in the comment section of Dear Hero.

This is the rest of the comment, the most important part, the poem! It didn't format right on mobile, but I got it all into tumblr friendly images eventually!

For context and comparison, the poem I left on Silversoul17's comment the previous chapter was just this:

This one is for Silversoul17, because the paragraphs I wrote gushing about the poem was not enough to show how much I loved it. I don't know if you follow me on tumblr, but I'm going to brag about you anyway. (Go ahead and message me/reply to this if you are following me on tumblr, I'd love to follow you back)

#tp Zelink #because the poem is as much about them as it is the story I wrote for them #I worried for a second that I was bragging #because this is totally a once in a lifetime review #but I decided I do not care #the poem is too pretty not to share #Zelink #poetry #wolf link #Zelda #Zelda as the moon #Dear Hero

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

btw

CHANGING STATES

Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury. —Richie Hofmann

On the evening Jeremiah decides he’ll drive thirty hours to Maryland, the other half of his mattress is cold and Madonna’s on the radio. In his bedroom, he taps his cigarette on the windowsill, the ash scattering into rainy blue hour, and listens. Time goes by so slowly, she goes, her voice singed through his boombox’s broken speakers. He’s meant to replace it, though he’s meant to do a lot of things: check the mail, make a quiche, buy lightbulbs, call his sister, take up cross-stitch, recycle an olive jar, move his bed to the opposite side of his room. But time goes by so slowly, and Jeremiah would know—he’s twenty-one, yet feels he’s been alive for much, much longer.

#i already shared this BUT I WAS TINKERING WITH THIS PROJECT TONIGHT #(this morning I had revelations to make this autofiction-y about going to a place and before getting there someone dies) #which is loosely based off 2022 me in maryland and this is 2005 jeremiah in maryland!!!! #ANYWAY TONIGHT I WROTE A PARAGRAPH ABOUT JEREMIAH IN LOVE WITH THE WEATHERMAN #but i was sick of not having a title (the document is legit 'jeremiah book' lol) #SO I THINK THIS IS FINE???? #also it's not going to be a book it's probably going to be a short story!!! and it's like my apology to this poor man for inflicting #harrison upon him #my bad babe #i still need to fix this paragraph the phrasing is a little off!!! BUT he talked about madonna's new album in BB #AND HE'S LISTENING TO IT NOW!!!! #I'M A LIL UNWELL OVER THE CONTINUITY #also pls read that hofmann poem (linked!!!!!) I LOVE THAT COLLECTION SM I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT IT FOR FREEEEE #changingstates

[mushroomgay]

When the mushrooms first found me I spent hours laying in the dirt. Here an entire layer of life escaped me, here, this ten inches of top soil, and the fact that it rains, the fact is a veil must be broken open like bread, the fact that yeast rises like a dog begs on hind legs, the fact that the sacrosanct has to be raised and shared between mouths.

I would raise a home if I could, here, with my bare beak, would swim upstream to a hollow in the riverbank, would grow four strong legs, half a dozen young full of careless bite dripping in the sun.

For a while each love was this love. You were vessels into which I poured small gifts and yes, yes, we were the carnivores in this story, that is to say: a light that doesn’t shine through until you rip something in two.

#don't reblog please #did i ever share this poem i wrote about when i had debilitating depression #but then i discovered mushroom hunting and literally decided not to kill myself

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

#liv in the replies #patrice bergeron #boston bruins #brad marchand #do you ever think about how brad marchand said that when bergy retired he would retire or are you capable of normal thought i'm not at all #please say a gratitude for both my sanity& y'all that this poem (which has been saved in my camera roll with the vague idea of using it for #??? ​long) & not one of the poems i had saved for carey for a really long time & remixed & everything with another poem until i found a poem #that absolutely murdered me in cold blood but there is an alternate universe where i did& then had to explain my unhinged thoughts to you. #anyway how are we feeling about bergy retirement. pspspspsp sara & luna are y'all doing okay like. the doc title for this one was #patrice the hockey player means a lot to me but patrice the person means so much more #which is why the end line of the other poem was so *%"@^)! (you love / what you are) because patrice does. like he is a whole ass good huma #& now since no one asked i need to tell you all the details about everything also y'all please clap i made an edit with NO baby pictures #although i did find one & save it & minimal genres of photo i always use in edits because they're my taste & aesthetic but anyway. #when i saved the first photo and marked it as one i wanted i accidentally wrote “how will he know they love him” which is not the line but #makes me feel feral about patrice & the rest of them all had hurtful names too but also. the third picture is literally a CELLY like brad #just scored a goal & he is clinging to bergy for dear life with that shit i saved that as “oh the agony on his face for unendurable” #& yes it is one of my cliches to have a draft day picture but in my defense the lifelong bond that patrice has/d with boston deserved to be #there even if i put in the love story & YES that picture is from the 2011 playoff right below it shared joy & pain & i couldn't tell you #when the brad marchy photo for together forever is except for the fact that i saw it & just the gut punch of oh my god the way he looks at #things men will praise you for is the stanley cup. duh. but i love the contrast of “some deed” being the stanley cup but then #bergy's choice to do noble deeds (ends up still earning praise &that's my note to his efforts outside of hockey we love a supportive captai #should also mention the first two i came up with & had the photos i knew i wanted for were the first and last one alskaldk but i KNEW i #wanted chara somewhere in the paragraph about leaving & then while i was looking found the one of bergy playing tuukka on accident & yes #i do have to make goalie jokes every time. no reprieve . no dice/no deal/no goal goalies have no rest/reprieve etc etc the one that killed #me though was looking for a patrice award pic & i wanted basically the one that i got for “how will you know any will praise you” & instead #also got the picture of patrice winning the some community hero award for charity work that he does & i love him mama & of COURSE that puck #is from bergy's 1000 game who do you think I am (if you guessed sleepy and emotional about patrice you'd be right) and ALSO please be ready #for all the patrice posts/bruins posts that have been sitting in my drafts to be released on this occasion of patrice retirement #I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT TUUKKA ALSO RETIRED THAT’S WHY HE WAS ON WISE OR SIMPLE NO REPRIEVE AND THAT LATE OR SOON WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE #CHARA BECAUSE CHARA LEFT FIRST TO GO TO THE CAPS AND THEN LEFT IN RETIRMENT HE LEFT SOON BUT NOT FOR REAL THEN LATER LEFT FOR REAL (RETIRED)

[spookykestrel]

I’m no Mary Oliver but sometimes you gotta write about the beauty of life and death

Poem written in gold ink in a notebook. The poem is titled a poem for a chick. It reads:

he blinks at me

with golden eyes,

the chick whose feet curl in wrong,

whose legs can’t support his weight.

he rests his head on my hand,

and I wonder:

does he trust me?

does he know the hand that feeds

him also bites —

that when it does,

it bites out of compassion?

I hold him close to my heart

under cover from the steady rain.

the forest sings its gentle song

and the grass around us grows rich and green.

I think he understands

he was not made for this world

but does he know

the world still loves him?

that the sky still weeps

when it takes him back

#usually before posting a poem I sit with it a while #and revise and etc #this one is still kind of raw but i wanted to share #animal death #<—ig?? no explicitly #kestrel calls #described #poetry #I wrote this in the shower yesterday reflecting #my coworkers better not find this get out of here #it’s no work of art but I wanted to offer it out there

[indecisive-dizzy]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Welcome Home - Clown Illustration, Original Work Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Dear/Frank Frankly (Welcome Home), Eddie Dear & Frank Frankly (Welcome Home) Characters: Eddie Dear (Welcome Home), Mentioned Sally Starlet, Frank Frankly (Welcome Home) Additional Tags: very subtle eddie and frank here, One Shot Collection, theyre kinda like oneshots, Poetry, Free Verse, Monologue, Flash Fiction, stuff i did in my creative writing class, I dont know what to tag, Fluff, eddie talking to a plant, Detectives, detectives au, the flash fiction is au, Drag Queen Eddie Dear Summary:

Three assignments from my Creative Writing course that I snuck Welcome Home characters/FranklyDear into.

If you recognize anything other than the poems (bc I posted them on tumblr), no you don't. Do not perceive me <3

In order of appearance: Three FranklyDear free verse poems A monologue with Eddie A Flash Fiction about a Detective Au I made up a while ago

I wanted to post these here because I am proud of them! And I want them to be (maybe) read by folks who know these characters lol. The flash fiction is the most "original" because it's an au and because of its length doesn't go into much about the characters.

#my gift to yall #do not perceive me #welcome home #eddie dear #frank frankly #welcome home fanfic #welcome home fanfiction #franklydear #poetry #monologue #flash fiction #welcome home au #<- but only the flash fiction #dizzcanwrite #i wrote these in college <3 #they're kinda old #but i wanted to share it all. not just the poems #the poems ive posted here before lol

[queerpyracy]

my large daughter continues to grow, now with solid colors!

#babbles #i've started to assign some sort of. abstracted associations to the colors i guess #based on a devotional poem i wrote for thor #which will not be shared here but has to do with the spring storms coming in off the sea

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Agnes edition

Who would have thought? 🤭

Agnes "Nes" Sigrún 🌑RO: James Corvin

Personality: sincerity // cautious // friendly // merciful Traits: heart // compliance // believer Past affinity: writing [horror stories] Primary ability: empathetic impressions Past susceptibility: receptive

☀️Fernweh: She never really thought about leaving Fernweh… It was her place, near her family and friend(s). She felt good there and assumed she’s gonna spend her whole life happily in this little town. Even if Fernweh brings back devastating memories, she’s curious about what’s happening in Fernweh now, in her true home. It’s always been her dream to work in Turn The Page, and during her ‘short’ stay in Fernweh, she started thinking about it again. Why not stay for longer…? She would love to carry on her grandfather’s work and bring his legacy justice. 

☀️Grandpa Jóhann: When she was young, she had an amazing relationship with her grandpa. They were completely honest with each other, and she loved him wholeheartedly. Some people thought that making her grandpa proud was her main hobby. She used to tell him all about her dreams that she had, which were always wild... and also about the nightmares… It took her by surprise when her grandpa, one of the most important people in her life, started being less involved. She was hurt and began to wonder if she had done something to cause the distance between them. His decision to move her out of Fernweh so quickly after this tragic event made a huge impact on her mental state. She needed time to cope and be with her closest ones, especially her grandpa...but after all she didn't blame him. She often heard that she looked exactly like her mother…like her grandpa's daughter... She assumed he could not look at her, without thinking about her... And she could not blame him for wanting to escape that pain. Agnes knew it was the best thing that her grandpa could do for him, and she accepted it, too eagerly. She always too eagerly took the blame for everything.

☀️Beckett Warrick: After what happened in Fernweh after James she had even more trouble interacting with other people and making new friends… However, Beckett was an exception. He was the first person who got to truly know her after the events in Fernweh. When she got the letter about her Grandpa, she considered hiding the truth from him, because she knew deep down that he would be there for her if she needed him… even if he would not particularly enjoy it. It's a good thing she’s such a bad liar… Her main concern is about Beckett’s well-being. She noticed that this 'little' trip made a huge impact on him. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and it’s because of her that he–... She needs to make sure that nothing happens to her friend. And she will somehow manage to bring him back to his home.

☀️Reese Verner: They had an unconventional relationship. Reese saw her as a rival, while Agnes thought of him as a friend. She was confused about why Verner, someone of great importance, would even look at her see her as a rival. She knew there were better candidates for his games. She had only one question on her mind - “why?”. Despite Verner's playful teasing, Agnes always remained polite and friendly towards him, even when he attempted to push her boundaries. Girl knew how to keep her true feelings behind a warm smile she still does. If I can be completely honest… Agnes was rather shocked that Reese still remembered her… and was actually looking for her, which sounded so unbelievably. His concern for Milton's well-being made her see him in a slightly different light. Of course, she already knew Reese had a good heart, but his behaviour really touched her. Additionally, Agnes noticed that Reese and James’ relationship became stronger and deeper… It’s for the best. James deserves someone as dependable as Reese. He will always be there for James. 

☀️Sofia Dorran: Their bond was formed over a shared admiration for books and... the color blue. It may sound funny now, but these things became central to their lives and deepened their friendship. Sofia was the first person Agnes entrusted with her writing, and valued her honest feedback, knowing that Sofia would not make her feel bad if something needed improvement. They frequently borrowed books from each other's collections. Agnes yearned for the days when she and Sofia had reading sessions together, sipping on their favorite beverage. The only issue back then was when the book ended poorly or their library didn't have any new positions for them to read. She's willing to know how Sofia's taste toward books shifted (if shifted) and how she changed as a person. She's also extremely grateful because her grandfather received constant care from Sofia and her mother.

🌑James Corvin: …Do I really need to tell you that James was her first crush? And that she never found the courage to tell him so? maybe now will be the time? Agnes and James were always together, wherever one went the other followed. They were inseparable. Agnes even used to bake oatmeal cookies for James with her mother's help. They dreamed of their idyllic life together. As friends, obviously. Seeing him again after all those years was much harder than she anticipated. Agnes felt overwhelmed with stress from the moment she stepped out of her car. Every time she heard his surname, she unknowingly flinched. Her mind was full of questions about his well-being, life, and changes. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be happy to see her. …she did manage to hold his hand for a moment, I can consider it as a success

☀️Alex Corvin: Agnes has always looked up to Alex for their adventurous spirit and their willingness to embrace life to the fullest. She has always wanted to adopt a bit of Alex' wild side. Whenever they are around, boredom and dullness seem to disappear. They both share similar values and support each other's life goals. If I would say which person Agnes was the most willing to meet during her stay in Fernweh that would be Alex. She was confident in their friendliness towards everybody and was sure that their kindness had not wavered. Agnes was touched when she heard that Alex was looking after her grandfather's bookstore… It appears that Beckett has a new admirer, which Agnes wholeheartedly approves of.

☀️Mal: Agnes has a sense that Mal might be suspicious, but she is quite naive and doesn't believe that he could mean trouble. Although she is wary of him and finds him a little untrustworthy, Agnes believes in being kind to everyone, and she is willing to give Mal a chance, not judging him by her own impressions of him.

☀️Goldie: Agnes is grateful that her grandfather had a furry companion like Goldie, who probably managed to brighten his spirits. She fondly recalls how her grandfather would tell her stories when he once had a dog, when he was younger and how his eyes would light up with joy as he shared his story. Agnes is committed to taking excellent care of Goldie and ensuring her safety.

#don't get me started how she is BLAMING herself for the situation Beckett is rn. she needs to go back for her theraphy sesions right away #that's why she went with him into the woods looking for Milton and not James even so she wanted to spent every single second with him :sob: #she's conflicted. being with James is something that she dreamed of but in her opinion he deserves someone better //obviously// #...that's why she's cheering for James and Reese lol. Look she just wants James and Reese to be happy and she can see how those two care of #-each other. She's happy : ) #she's an idiot 🙂 #is there a potential happy ending for the three of them..? maybeeee. we'll see what the story will bring 👀 #im totally confident that Sofia and Agnes had their own shared little library #Agnes wrote a poem for James when she was young but it wasn't really her forte. that's why she showed it to Sofia because she knew she will #-help her. //Agnes didn't want to tell for who it was but Sofia figured it out anyway. they both knew that the other knew but weren't- #-talking about it out loud. XD it was hilarious -- for me and I assume Sofia but Agnes was terrified. XDD// #....cough James never saw this poem anyway cough... #I have this headcanon that Agnes made up amazing horror stories that James was willing to hear (for a bunch of oatmeal cookies) when- #-they had a sleepover //those stories were from her nightmares but she never said that to James knowing he would only worry about her// #btw her parents called her 'little star' and James must have heard it and (maybe?) asked Sofia to make a necklace... Sun and Moon. #did you know that Agnes had her piece of the Sun as her necklace for the WHOLE TIME. but she hid it away under shirt... x"D she was looking #-if James had his Moon somewhere... but she did not see it. anyway she wears it always. #omg i finally made it. there's also one in my drafts nearly finished and three more to go. XD #sooo curious about book two <3 #fernweh saga #my art? #Spotify #oc: agnes sigrun