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duck-in-a-spaceship · 1 year

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The Inherent Violence of English Class

Went to another open mic last night, and read this fun little piece of prose poetry. It was dramatic enough that the old ladies in the front kept gasping at all the gore-y bits, which is about as glowing as a review as I could ever want.

This is a poem about poetry, English class, flies and, most importantly, dissecting great American poet Walt Whitman.

Word Count: 629

Content Warning: Dissection, mild gore, implied death

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Textbooks open to page 35.

Walt Whitman lies before me, splayed on a wooden table

Like a frog prepared for dissection

Limbs pulled back, skin pinned down

Eyes empty and glassy

They eat the sunlight streaming through the windows, instead of reflecting it back

"Do not look"

A voice instructs me

My head jerks up

To meet the face in front of me

It is thin and leathery, too little skin stretched over too much skeleton, worn strong like windswept cliffs

"Not like that, not there."

My teacher continues, tapping rubbery skin with the tip of my scalpel

She says simply

"Cut"

We cut

Blades split the wall of the small intestine, parting the tube down the center

"Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring"

There are flies still caught in the folds of the tissue, half-digested. If I squint, I can make out the words in their wings.

‘Oh lonely walks and words traced over in desks and pens taken apart and reassembled, over and over again’

"Take those out."

I notice that Miss has eyes like Walt Whitman- like the frog laid out in front of me. Drained of life and void of emotion.

I wonder if there would be flies in her stomach,

If I pulled back the skin and pinned it to the table

She walks away smoothly

Heels click on floors splattered with black

Ink spilled like blood

I replace my scalpel with a pair of tweezers

The smell of formaldehyde burns my nose, scrapes at my pores

It is in my lungs

And I fear that if I do not cough it up, it will kill me

I scoop the flies out, and push them to the side.

Their wings rip and tear, dissecting words to syllables to mere letters.

Snippets of alphabet instead of pieces of language

I peer into the space that they left

"Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish"

That is all.

The hammer strikes against its bell

Hands push papers into folders, zip pencil cases shut, pull tight the straps of backpacks

Shoes rush against the floors splattered with black

Each taking with them a drop of ink

They all fade into nothingness

A hand finds the lights, and flips off the switch

I fade into nothingness

The room is empty, yet I cannot stop breathing formaldehyde

I cannot unspill the splattered ink

I step closer to Walt Whitman

"O me! O life!"

He is glassy eyes that do not see

He is pale skin that does not feel

He is empty veins that cannot bleed

He is an idea of a man

Words without meaning

I hold the poet's face, thumbs resting on his cheekbones

"The question, O me! so sad- recurring- What good amid these, O me, O life?"

My fingers dig into the bottom folds of his eyelids

They press, and press, and press

They pop

I hold the eyes of Walt Whitman in my hands

They clink together like marbles,

Like the toys of children on a cool autumn evening

They hold that autumn air, cold and glassy

I cup my hands and lift them to my mouth, so that my breaths fog their surface, and I may polish them shiny and slick

So I may warm that cold center

So I may see my reflection through colored irises and blackened pupils

‘Oh poems scribbled in notebooks and ink-stained hands and tear-soaked optic nerves’

I tuck the marbles away, and push open the door

Walt Whitman sits in my pocket

"That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse"

Oh ink splattered on the floor

Oh broken words abandoned on the wings of flies

Oh English textbooks, closed and tucked into bags

#poetry #writing #my writing #duck writes #creative writing #prose poetry #fun fact #when i sat down to write this #i planned on writing a love poem #got abt a stanza and a half into that before very different inspiration struck lmao #also everyone at the open mic was so incredibly nice jfc #like #one lady came up to us (me and two other friends that read)#and said she wishes she had us as her students #one dude just came up to me and called it 'bold' lol #another lady asked if i was published like #sfjknwiu3 #thank u ma'am i am going to cry #still hate formatting poetry here btw :D

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islandofsages · 4 months

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Pomefiore boys with a friend (male reader), how is a hopeless romantic, where they help him (the reader) to win over his crush or comfort him when he is rejected.

characters: the pomefiore boys x male reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, comfort, imagines format

warnings: mentions of beating people up LMAO, some physical contact in epel's

author's notes: ngl i was kinda debating writing this bc i was like hmmmm crush but yknow what? it's not romance with the main cast so i'll let it slide plus im excited to get a request after so long sorry if this isnt as good! pretty rusty from not writing imagines in so long ahaha

Vil Schoenheit

You went to the right person - who else has better rizz charm than Vil Schoenheit himself?

Of course, his first word of advice would be to just be yourself but just in case “yourself” isn’t enough, Vil has extended two generous offers to you: he will personally tutor you on how to steal your crush’s heart and if somehow they still reject you, he’ll have a uh… nice little talk with them. Totally. He has a reputation to hold up you know

Jokes aside, he truly believes you can catch your crush’s attention. He may be a little tough on you at times but he’s only trying to push you in the right direction

“Remember. If they do not give you the time of day, then they are not worth any of your precious time.”

If you get rejected, he’ll admit he feels a bit guilty - mostly disappointed in the crush (unless they have a good reason to reject), but still

Of course you insist that he doesn’t have to be sorry but he takes it upon himself to make up to you somehow

Whatever you need to recover from the rejection, he’ll try his best to fulfill your wishes

He’ll make time in his busy schedule to go out and treat you to something to cheer you up

In all the love in the world, maybe your crush isn’t yours to keep. But at least Vil’s is.

Epel Felmier

He may not have much experience with confessions or being a wingman but he’ll try his best for you!

He might search up how to impress a crush online and have you genuinely try the ideas he found and let’s just say that some of them are… interesting alright

You know he means well so you just follow along. At least the embarrassing times make for good memories to look back on and laugh over

“Maybe this’ll work…? How are we gonna find these though…”

He also offers to beat your crush up if they reject you but you quickly shut him down.

He’s there somewhere, hiding in a nearby bush (or whatever is nearby), when you confess to your crush, face scrunches up as if watching an intense Spelldrive match

If you get rejected, he’ll be a shoulder to cry on. Literally - he’ll sit beside you and offer to let you rest your head on his shoulder if you want

He may end up not saying much but he can listen to you for as long as you need him to

The tears of rejection may be salty, but the memories you made with your friend could sweeten any taste.

Rook Hunt

He’s delighted that you trust him enough to go to him for support

You think that you’d like to be more charming like him, what with his way of speaking and how he carries himself

Tears prick the corner of his eyes already; you have to ask him if he’s alright

“To think you saw me in such a light… it would stir any soul.”

He would even offer to teach you the delicate art of poetry if you so desire to win your crush’s heart through prose

If you get rejected, he’ll empathize with you, wearing a frown that you almost feel worse about than your actual rejection

He’ll let you say whatever you need to say or let out whatever’s weighing on you

When you’re done, he tells you that even such heartbreaking events could bloom into a beautiful flower one day - that you need not be concerned and see it as a learning experience

You laugh; how could you forget? There are many types of people out there. Just like how there could only be one copy of your crush, there could only be one of Rook.

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boobersandstuff · 1 year

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Currently listening to the dear wormwood by the oh hellos for the first time so here's my thoughts on all the songs:

Prelude: good, very much the type of music I like.

Bitter water: WTF!? THIS IS SO GOOD WHAY THE HELL!? WHY DOBT MORE PPL TALK ABT THIS!? do they have vinyls? THIS IS MAKING EXSITED FOR THE REST OF THE ALBUM WTH!?

There beneath: why is this so beautiful!? It's making Wang to cry for some reason ah! ITS SO PRETTY AND IM CRYING WTH!?

In the blue hours of moring: pretty, this entire album thus far is giving fantasy world, comfy fantasy.

Exeunt: if I had a sing for my gender (when I'm masc), it'd this album but definitely this song! Also I read "lovely" in this as "lovejoy" lmao. OH HELL YAH! THIS IS AMAZZING! I LOVE THE KINDA ROCK TO IT AHHHHH (or is it punk? Heh *shrugs*) FUCK YEAH!!!

Caesar: it's so relaxing, like a lullaby. This entire album has been a 10/10 so far HOW HAS NO ONE TOLD ME HOW GOOD THIS IS HELLO!? WHO TF WAS KEEPING THIS FROM ME!? It feels like a song in a part of musical abt either, moments before disaster, or a song abt the last few moments waiting for disaster. It's so nice wth!? It's like the prettiest poetry in song format & fantasy I LOVE IT RAHHHHHHHH.

This will end: ngl this is entire album is giving epic: that new Greek mythology musical. AND I LOVE ALL OF THOSE SONGS SO THATS A COMPLIMENT! also this is so cute & pretty ah! I'm abt to cry again. There is goes. WAHHHHHHHH. :0 WOW THAT ENDING BIT IS JUST....IM STAR STRUCK!!! THATS THE BEST PIESE OF MUSIC IVE EVER HEARD!!! THIS IS SO GOOD WTF!? I NEED A VINYL NOW!

Pale white house: its so pretty! Also I looked it up and just as I thought I can't one T T. God dammit! It's so good and for what!? For what reason did they have to do this!?

Where is your rider: I need all of these to get tiktok famous so everyone who doesn't listen to this album to listen to it cuz ITS SO GOOD AHHHHHH. It's so pretty ah!

Soldier, poet, king: we all know it now, and yeah it's good. But I'm kinda sick of it lmao. Very good, just very sick and tired of it so, SKIP!

Dear wormwood: now let's see the song of the same name of the album. ......wtf, this is so good, like the best song here-HOW!? HOW DID IT GET BETTER!? I LOVE THIS SONG-I LOVE THIS ALBUM!!! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG IN THE ENTIRE ALBUM!!! THE CHOIR WTF!!! SHMSNDJSMNSJDN THIS IS AMAZZING LIKE THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM OF ALL TIME WTF!?!??!?!?! AHHHHHHHHH. This is my anthem for getting better mentally, THIS IS MY 2023 ANTHEM! YEAH IK KNOW WHO I AM NOW!!!

Danse Macbre: very Dancey, like those tavern Dances or at balls. I might make an entire book fantasy abt this album lmao. This album was made in lab to what songs I think are my favourite and are 10/10-ers. Lol

Thus always to tyrants: this is so good I need to watch animatics/animations to these songs omg! Ah! SUCH A GOOD ENDING SONG!!! I have nothing else to add other than what I've already said, it's so good! Ahhh!

What do I rate this album? 10/10, it's amazing, there's not one bad song! Like even lvjy (my fav band has like 3 songs I skip, mostly cuz I got sick of hearing them lol.) It's so good. 10/10 GO LISTEN IF YOU HAVNT ALR YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!

#the oh hellos #listening to an album to the first time #dear wormwood #fantasy music #review/thoughts #Spotify

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 1 year

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Hi I have an odd question I’ve recently decided to get back into my old personal Viggo lives comic: “Beyond the Horizon” after seeing/reading other’s rtte art, theories, fics, and head canons on it (tbh your VLAU fic was definitely the kicker that made me want to get back into my comic) but I don’t want to seem like I’m copying or stealing ideas so I was wondering if you had any alternate names for Viggo’s Skrill (also some writing tips would be very helpful since I’m very rusty ;-;)

i mean

this is how i named viggo's skrill to begin with. just a random fucking chapter of a fic i started in early 2022 and abandoned until recently. i justified my choice of name because this bitch from black butler is also called beast and i think she's hot

in VLAU that story viggo referenced liking as a child about the boy with the magic eye was a reference to black butler i shit you not. i don't even like black butler anymore i haven't watched it in years and don't plan on watching it again any time soon.

i find using the Wings of Fire format of names really helps when naming dragons. lets look at the character names in WoF: Clay, Sunny, Starflight, Tsunami, Glory, Moonwatcher, Kinkajou, Deathbringer, Winter, Peril, Quibli and Turtle are some of the significant ones. go for something weather/sky/space themed for a skrill. just like that. combine weirder shit for the viking feel like hookfang or stormfly. but then you've also got like skullcrusher and cloudjumper so it's good. and then just words like barf, belch, toothless and grump so that works. steal the name Thunder from NR out of spite.

you can also search for old norse words that we're aware of and just find one that sounds like a name with a nice meaning if you want to be fancy and preppy.

another way i like to do it is steal species names from the httyd books like i'll just open up my copy of the incomplete book of dragons until i find something nice like... stickyworm? no... vorpent? no... toxic nightshade... NIGHTSHADE that would be a good name for a skrill you can use that if you want. doomfang seems like more of a dagur name than a viggo name but thats still a bangin skrill name.

and uhhh writing tips uhhhhh. i mean i don't got nothing tbh. be as self indulgent as you want. not everything has to live up to the standards of Scholars Mate and Choosing to Forget not everything has to be that good. my VLAU is genuinely just 17+(?) chapters of fluff and angst and vigcup being adorable and its just me projecting a bunch of my stupid little OOC headcanons onto my stupid little adhd blorbos. my other fics were either me being angsty, me listening a little too much to the httyd soundtrack, me just fucking daydreaming about random shit, or me going HAHAHAHAHAHA LETS MAKE VIGGO'S LIFE A LIVING HEL. i find inspiration from the most random shit. i took a bath once and when i hopped in my cold little toes burned like fire in the hot water and then i tried this coconut shampoo and now i have an entire WIP based on that one experience. there's no fancy thought or writing process behind it there's no "first drafts" (probably cuz i edit as i go lmao) there's no immaculate planning every little detail of the fic. it's just little magpie me going "oh shiny oh shiny oh shiny oh shiny" and then making a mosaic out of all the shitty pieces of glass i've found and somehow a couple people find the mosaic pretty so i am proud because i worked hard on it. and lemme tell you, writing self indulgent fanfiction where im not trying to please anyone except myself is so much fun like i've literally written about viggo being the twin's cousin and i literally made viggo a soft poetry boi and its just fun. i know some people aren't into that or aren't interested and thats fine they don t have to read it. write for yourself you don't even have to be good at it just do it who cares. thats the best advice i can give. just do whatever the fuck you fucking want

#feel free to use nightshade lol #answered asks #race to the edge #the skrill #viggo's skrill #viggo grimborn #viggo lives au

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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🎀and 🍭

weeee hi vicky!! thank u sm!!

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

OH YOU GOT ME WITH THIS ONE!!! okay fine be nice to myself time: i think what i like about my writing is the way that i write love. familial, platonic, or romantic. i really like diving into differing emotions that fall under that umbrella and i think i do a good job with it<3

🍭why did you start writing?

if we're talking like Originally before i ever started writing fic, i think i started writing because i would have all these ideas when i watched or consumed media and i would be annoyed that they didn't exist lmao. i've been writing from a very young age, maybe 5 or 6, and the format has changed over the years from storybook to poetry to short stories to speeches to plays and now to fanfiction. i've always loved writing what can i say!!!

ask me questions from the fic writer ask game!

#sometimes i find my high school poetry and it haunts me but !!! i try to remember that i was a teenager and feeling so much all the time!!!#asks

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okapirose · 2 years

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Love, Death & Robots vol 3

Little bits and blurbs about the latest season, probably my overall favorite of the volumes as there wasn’t any in this volume that was a “seen it once, I’m done” or too much hyper-realistic styles which I feel is boring for these shorts where story and style have to combine for something memorable.

Sincerely hope they continue to do more as its a great format and makes for some wonderful shorts.

SPOILERS BELOW

Three Robots: Exit Strategies - Love that they brought these little hilarious bots back, and a nice screw you to billionaires lol

Bad Travelling - I’m a sucker for monsters on the high seas and this one was great, love the style of the humans too, realistic but not uncanny valley sort. The crab reminded me of the crabs in the game We Need to Go Deeper, only far more gory of course.

The Very Pulse of the Machine - Beautiful and trippy, gave me Ergo Proxy vibes with its philosophy and poetry

Night of the Mini Dead - Very short, funny, and tiny look at a zombie apocalypse from start to finish. Style was great, sorta like those photograph pieces where the people are super tiny and they’re harvesting wheat from a brush or something.

Kill Team Kill - Great style, lots of guns and marine or army or whathaveyou clichés but fun nonetheless. I would die for Marsbot lol Also the credits music is funny, stay for it

Swarm - Cool world build, could see it being a larger series, love the species in the beginning especially. Style was good, not as stylized as Bad Travelling with the humans but enough of its own and not entirely uncanny valley.

Mason’s Rats - Secret of NIMH meets Ratatouille, extra bloody lmao

In Vaulted Halls Entombed - Uncanny valley makes for boring style and a bit distracting as I recognized Joe Manganiello, but he’s animated and thus looks very off. But story was good, gotta love some Cthulhu-lian horror. One of the soldiers had an Edward Teach pirate flag on their arm, wonder if the actress or the peeps who worked on the short worked also on OFMD?

Jibaro - What a ride, really well done. Sorta the same style as The Witness, not animating every detail like the uncanny valley stuff but using (I guess?) actors and actresses and animating/coloring certain aspects of it.

#love death and robots #okapi musings

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plasmasimagination · 4 months

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Hiii, can i get a Genshin and Honkai star rail matchup. Idk if i formatted it right.

I like every gender so i’m cool with any character except for Cyno, Sampo and Tighnari (i sweat i have nothing against them) . I go by she/they and i’m a taurus star, aquarius moon and aries sun. And appearance wise i’m kinda tall like bordering 5’7, dark skinned and i usually do box braids. I think my mbti intp or enfp, idk. Despite being really shy, I’m really talkative and energetic when i’m sleepy and i start acting all floaty and funny. But i’m really sensitive and get upset pretty easily and sometimes i don’t really know what to say or do. I also really am like into romantic stuff like i would start giggling and art just in general. Like i don’t watch sport unless it’s an artistic sports like ballet, figure skating and stuff like that. I absolutely hate loud sounds tho, like i would never survive at a club, unless i’m the one playing music in headphones.

Have a great day!

Hey sweetheart, dw you did great

And your matchup isssssss

HIMEKO

She loves your personality, she loves the fact that you're talkative and fun, she enjoys the change of always being around silent people (dan heng and welt lmao)

She's also a romantic at heart so do expect some cute stuff here and there

She'll get you flowers, small notes in your room, cook you dinner, and just generally be a cutiepie

She'll make sure to avoid anything that could make you upset and/or cry

And if you do get upset she's very good at comforting and calming people down so she'll try her best

XINGQIU

Xingqius calm and reserved personality fits well with your shyness

Similar to you, when he's sleepy he becomes a lot more talkative, just like if he was drunk, so that's a nice duo you guys are

His love for poetry will fit well with your love for romantic stuff, after all being loved by a poet is the best thing that can happen to someone no? Poets express their love on paper and through words that ring in your mind

Even if you do get upset easily, xingqiu is always gonna stay calm and collected, he'll help you resolve the problem or simply sweet talk you and comfort you till you calm down again

Your dislike for loud noises goes well with xingqiu, since he himself isn't the biggest fan of such either, he prefers quiet spaces where all he can hear is the sounds of nature and your breathing.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #genshin fluff #honkai star rail x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact x reader #honkai x reader #genshin headcanons

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astrxlis-archive · 2 years

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Hi Fox!! I missed you too 🥺<33 it just so happens that i was recharging my social battery so i kinda don't have enough energy to compose asks 😂 i'm doing alright but not my untouched assignments lmao tho i still do group assignments of course, thanks for asking :D Hm, i was also reflecting as to why on earth am i planning to start a writing blog during the most inappropriate time so i thought of just making it as a reward for myself hoping it'll motivate me (this is more like a joke tbh *facepalm*) How did your midterms went? Anything new you'd like to share? 👀💖 i just found out i could format asks in desktop too so while i'm charging my phone, i'm typing this on my laptop 💪 Well, now you don't really have to worry about tagging stuff i did 👌 either way i still think you're really kind for thinking about boundaries like that's really nice 🥺 i don't mind you asking me about confirmations too, it's totally okay :D Could the Irodori Quest be the culprit for making you think more about Scara? 😂👀 I wanna know your thoughts about the event (main story, side quests or even the minigames is up to you!) too, but please indicate spoiler warnings for other people in case :DD You did well for your first piece about Kazuha!!💗🌹 It's actually fine to delve into the basic known things about the character(s) before tackling down the deeper side of them. I might be lowkey scared by him too, he's just too pretty and such an ethereal person for me to approach 😂 You can keep trying to get a whole grasp on them, so it's not like the world's ending with a mistake😂😘😋 dw about Scara's part, i can definitely see the way how he have power over the reader with the certain part as the neck. TW: mentions of suicide— It's the same site where people try to cut off their life too + the neck connects the body from the head(please do actually correct me if i'm wrong in this 😂 im just describing how i see it sorry,,, this is truly from a perspective of a non-med student so 😅) , which is more like a center point or a bridge for the brain and the heart (the main organs who control our life). I really loved how you connected their fav places to kiss the reader is something that can be related to the characters themselves too (mouth for speaking poetry = Kazuha for lips; hands = Diluc's covered hands with gloves that possibly have burnt marks and are the same hands who wields his claymore to protect Mondstadt, bartend the tavern and do his Dawn Winery work.) It might be unintentional for you, but here i am already giving you a more concrete back-up explanation as to why you chose those certain body parts 😂😂😂

But hey, i was thinking what if you put more of your med student knowledge into writing 👀 like, that's possible and you know the actual stuff so it can also be more accurate 💪

this part you mentioned for kaeya's: "idk how he survives honestly" got me cackling 😂 he'll just tell us "wouldn't you like to know weather boy?" i'm betting on this so hard. I'm wishing you the best of luck for your presentation on Monday!! <333 Stuff must be really tiring but i'm supplying you some energy to get through it all !! ✨✨✨ i'm lookin forward to whatever you have in store for us! 🤭 — 🍰.

hi 🍰!!! 💖

edit: i just noticed i forgot to write my opinion on the event oops.

i totally get it. i noticed you’ve been absent in other blogs as well, so i figured something was up. take your time to rest and recharge!! ✨ also dude, it’s never a bad time to be part of something you enjoy! you’re the one in charge of your schedule, and you can def use it to motivate yourself 💪

my midterms… honestly they could’ve gone worse 🥹 like way worse. all things considered, i might have a fighting chance. as for new things i’d like to share, hmmm… a boba shop recently opened in my city, so i’ve been very happy about that, even though the drinks are kinda expensive because it’s sort of a novelty around here? i’m a basic b tch with my flavor choice tho 😂 other than that my life is quite boring honestly, not a lot of new things happen because i’m always dealing with college stuff 🥸

about scara, here’s the funny thing: i hadn’t even played the irodori festival quests when i had my scara brainrots 😂 i spedrun the entire event in the last two days (along with the minigames/side quests) so i could get the lore and my xingqiu const (C1!!! FINALLY!!!!!). i honestly think scara lives in my head rent free and occasionally likes to remind me he’s there, usually at inconvenient times, which is very in character for him 🙄🥴

as for the irodori festival itself - i had a lot of fun with it!! learning that scara had a lot do to with the kaedehara clan's downfall was very interesting. i wonder how kazuha will react when he finds out the one responsible for it is still alive. a lot of people assume that he'll be fine with it, but i don't know. also, seeing the kamisato siblings interact!!!!! made my day!!!!! i wish we got to see other characters interactions more, like venti and ayaka. that seemed so random but fit so well at the same time.

i wish i had more time to truly enjoy it, because it was a really nice and chill event if you look at it. the poem clues ayato came up with had me invested, honestly.

thank you so much for telling me i did well!! 🥹🤩 dude, he is, isn’t he? i really do want to get a better grasp on him bc everything i read with him involved warms my heart 🤭

you're not wrong! the neck is one of the most important parts of the body, literally everything goes through there. sure, blood vessels and nerves are well protected by the layers of muscle (especially the sternocleidomastoid, a superficial muscle), but at the same time it's such a fragile place???

it was unintentional, but i did think about it later on 😂 and then when you sent this message i was "oh, so my subconscious really went there huh" 🤯 i'm glad you're able to pick up even the little things i don't notice at first when i write things 🫣

dude i read that in kaeya's eng voice 🤡 the way i laughed istg– but yes, i would like to know, teach me your ways kaeya—

i've though about adding some medical knowledge into my writing, but at the same time i'm here like "what if i say something wrong and get called out 💀💀💀💀" so i'm still working through the idea 😂 and my presentation went fine! it was a lot of stuff but in the end it all worked out 🥹 at least now i know why carpal tunnel syndrome gets worse over time lmao

see you soon!! 💕💕

#—new mail !#—the burrow's 🍰#rip your assignments 🪦#the human body never ceases to amaze me #impostor's syndrome is a b tch i tell u

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reallybadblackoutpoems · 3 years

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another pinterest thing im so sorry (2021)

“energy takers: me >:)”

again no hate to the person who made this

#pinterest #IM SORRY #i love the pinterest things #their format is nice for poetry lmao #its also easier than combing through an entire book #anyway #blackout poetry #blackout poem #author #book #poetry

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deadpoetsmuses · 3 years

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"inspiration". | neil perry, dps.

in which a summer is spent with the poets, with a significant feature of neil perry.

✧ title: "inspiration".

✧ pairing: neil perry x fem!reader.

✧ genre: fluff, with slight mentions of angst.

✧ word count: 2,733.

✧ warnings: written in headcanon format, home life mentions, the reader lives in meeks' grandma's house, knox being a simp for chris.

✦ author’s note: requested by @mybabysweetascanbe! it's kinda funky how i wrote this as a headcanon but it still ended up being my longest fic lmao. also i wrote the poem that neil made for the reader myself so i'm sorry if it's kinda cheesy 🗿 but i hope you all enjoy this one !! don't forget to take care of yourselves guys <3

✎ The summer holidays had always been a time for the poets’ relief.

✎ Their academic year was constantly filled with difficulties for the poets, but it was harder for some when they were home for the summer.

✎ Neil felt as though he couldn’t be himself-- he loved reading and writing even more so than he did with accomplishing any of his parents’ wishes, like heading into medical school. He especially loved to act, and it was rough to keep that concealed around his dictatorial father.

✎ Todd’s older brother would be at home as well, and it was worse enough being in his shadow; but it had gotten worse with every one of his parents’ daily proclamations.

“We were quite disappointed with your grades from last semester, son,” His father reprimanded, looking down on him with stern eyes. “I just don’t understand what’s gotten into you. Your mother and I raised you quite well and you have your brother to guide you along. You know that he’s remarkably intelligent and well accomplished. Why can’t you be more like your brother?”

✎ Charlie and Knox had been just like Neil. The constant pressure that their parents put on them about becoming a banker and a lawyer was daunting; and all they wanted was to simply live as regular teenagers without concern for their future.

✎ Fortunately, Meeks’ grandmother was a woman who had a colossal and motherly love for the poets with a sizable residence in which her grandson’s friends could inhabit during their vacation.

✎ Thus, the poets resided in the Meeks household in the summer before their senior year so as to escape the stress and troubles brought to them in their own homes.

✎ Even though the summer was fleeting and their time was short, the poets found their time to be everlasting when they met the student boarder of the house.

✎ She went by the name of Y/N, which was a name that sounded just as sweet as the lady to whom it was attached.

“Hello, everybody! I’m Y/N!” The girl said, reaching out her hand to shake one of the poets’. Truth be told, it had been quite some time since any one of the boys had been in close contact with a woman; so they found themselves to be quite the martians in the situation. It took a few moments before one of the poets-- Neil Perry-- could offer his hand and shake hers. “I’m Neil! We’re friends of Meeks and his classmates from Welton.” The boy swore that he felt a spark as their fingertips touched, but he tossed the feeling aside; along with the apparition that he saw of a faint glimmer in Y/N’s eyes.

✎ The boys instantly took her in to their little group, and they all fell in love with her personality-- which was a platonic statement of course; but Neil Perry found this to be otherwise as he actually began falling into love with the new girl.

✎ He loved the way she cared for her new friends, the way she projected her personality through the clothes she wore, and all of the little smiles she gave him.

✎ With every beam and twinkle that she delivered, Y/N found herself to be falling for Neil as well.

✎ He provided a feeling for her that made the blacks of her eyes expand and butterflies to quiver inside-- which was the very same one Neil had felt when he first laid his eyes on her.

✎ She had been a fantastic addition to the band of poets, and the boys could not have had it any other way.

Despite the summer coming into fruition, the poets did not fail to meet up in their little cave every once in a while to read poetry, discuss girls, and laugh. The first meeting of that summer was simply like any other. “Guys, what do we think of Y/N?” Meeks questioned. A clamor of answers that ranged between “I think she’s great,” and “Do you think Mrs. Meeks has any more people in her house like Y/N?” echoed in the dark cave. Clearly, the boys had favored Y/N; but certainly not to the point where they’d be infatuated with her. “Yeah, I think she’s nice. She’s really pretty too,” Knox added. “Woah there Knoxious,” Charlie replied, expelling out a chortle. “I don’t think Chris would like to hear that. And besides, she looks more like she’s Neil’s type than yours.” Charlie’s words weren’t incorrect, but it was needless to say that Neil had strongly agreed with that statement.

✎ Over the summer, they would all begin to get to know each other better.

✎ The poets eventually introduced Y/N to the intricate realm of poetry, and she wholeheartedly fell in love with every line that was recited.

✎ They enjoyed every moment of their fleeting time together. Of course, there would be times where the boys would get into small fights and bickers.

✎ Pitts would always be yelling at Charlie for taking an ungodly amount of time in the shower, while Charlie would be yelling back about how Pitts always seemed to inhale the food that Mrs. Meeks provided for them before he himself could even take one bite.

✎ Cameron did his best to do some summer reading at night, but he found it quite hard as his room was beside Knox’s room, and Knox would spend hours on end talking to Chris over the phone.

“Oh, Chris. How do I love thee?” Knox sighed, lacing the telephone cords in between his fingers. “That’s the title of a poem we learned in Mr. Keating’s class. It reminds me of how lovely you are. Of course, she’s not as pretty as you are,” Knox’s giggles not only erupted through the phone; but it travelled through the walls as well, disrupting Cameron from the climax of his novel. “We get it, Knox! You’re a romantic poet! Now why don’t you go tell Chris about how you finished with a D minus in English!”

✎ While all of the little squabbles took place, they hadn’t even noticed the slight change in Neil and Y/N’s behavior.

✎ Y/N seemed to be keeping to herself more often, while Neil appeared to have possessed an undying smile on his face around the poets; particularly in the mornings when everyone gets up early except for him and Y/N.

✎ Little did they know, Y/N’s room had been vacant for the past few days since the arguments began-- which was approximately three weeks after the boys had arrived to the Meeks’ residence; and Neil seemed to be giggling in his room every night when the rest were asleep.

✎ In the duration of those three weeks, Neil had become more familiar with Y/N than any of the other poets had been.

✎ They’d walk along the nearby river every morning, discuss poetry in the late afternoons, and eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.

“How long have you been living here?” Neil inquired, peering into Y/N’s eyes. His vision didn’t have to stretch too far as his face had only been a breath away from Y/N’s. The pair laid together under the warm covers of Neil’s bed with their legs entangled in one another’s and their hands interlocked, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. “It’s been two years since Mrs. Meeks took me in,” She replied, gazing over Neil’s chiseled face. “In the whole time I’ve been here, I think you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened to me,” Y/N added, beaming up at Neil. Hearing her words, Neil slowly leaned his lips onto Y/N’s forehead, giving her an endearing kiss. She too had been the most interesting thing to happen to Neil in a long time.

✎ For each and every day that they were together, Neil wrote love poems.

✎ His poems revolved around his time with Y/N and included detail of all sorts; such as how colors appeared to be more bright and more vivid when he was with her and how lovelier the birds had sounded in the morning during their walks.

"My love,

The luminosity of the golden sun

does not compare to the radiance

of your glowing skin.

In this air full of morning dew,

the most beautiful scent in the air

is still you.

The sounds we hear of the melodious

birds are all because of your presence,

and they sing only for your beauty.

I look into your eyes and I see nature

reflected back at me; but it is much more

pleasant to perceive than if I were to do so

through my own set of eyes.

Though the morning lasts for a mere set of hours,

My fascination for you can go for as long as

this smooth river flows.

✎ Neil felt embarrassed about being so infatuated with Y/N, so he kept his poems hidden for the time being.

✎ Somehow, the boys had failed to notice Neil and Y/N’s constant disappearance.

✎ Although, they’d make little remarks from time to time that ran along the lines of “Ooh, Neil found a muse!” and “Y/N definitely likes somebody here. It’s probably me.”

✎ The last comment came from Charlie, which later earned him a smack on the head from Neil.

✎ So, Neil and Y/N did their best to keep their relationship hidden throughout the summer.

✎ The two were rather domestic in their relationship; they did all of the typical-couple activities that everyone else had done.

✎ To anyone else it would have been rather common to witness, but to them it was simply extraordinary being with one another.

It had been a scenic day at the river that morning. The beauty of the nature surrounding it had been ordinarily pleasing to Y/N; but all of its best qualities were magnified for Neil as his hand was in hers and the only thing he could smell was her fragrance. He had been quite nervous for the entire morning as he promised himself the night before that he would finally gather the courage to say those three magic words he’d been imagining to say for quite some time. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been thinking the same and had been visualizing how she would say it at that moment for the past few hours since. Just when the cascading waters began to relax and the chirping of the birds started to quiet down, the pair stopped on their trail and those three words were finally professed by Neil in a sudden manner while Y/N had spoken the same in a clear and gentle tone. They looked into each other’s eyes, recognizing the same look of love and eventually realizing what was said. As it was acknowledged, the two lovers simply smiled at each other and kept walking along; their hearts now beating on the same rhythm and their minds thinking of nothing but one another.

✎ Time to time, they would go up to the attic and listen to the music from Mrs. Meeks’ old gramophone, caressing one another as they slowly dance along to the lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald’s songs.

✎ Neil would always sneak a flower out of Mrs. Meeks’ rose garden and leave it on Y/N’s bedside table for her to wake up to.

✎ One of Y/N’s ways of communicating her love would be recommending books to Neil that she thinks is encompassed with his personality. Since then, Neil’s library had enlarged to a great extent.

✎ There would also be some occasions where one of them-- mostly Neil-- would get a little cheeky and try to express their love for the other out in the open.

“Eat up, boys! You know there’s plenty more of where that came from, so don’t be afraid to dig in!” Mrs. Meeks endorsed, setting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. With a jubilant ‘thank you’, everyone at the table promptly began to tuck into the mouthwatering cuisine. The boys soon found themselves distracted with the heavenly taste of Mrs. Meeks’ cooking; and Neil took this opportunity to covertly sneak his right hand onto Y/N’s thigh under the table. A scarlet blush crept its way up to Y/N’s cheek as she sent Neil a glare. Though her eyes expressed the message of “Not here!”, every other signal in her body sent the message of ‘Yes, Please’ to a very triumphant Neil.

✎ The summer inevitably came to an end and the boys were forced to return to Welton, much to their dismay.

✎ They couldn’t stand ending their summer; and they especially couldn’t stand leaving their new friend behind while the rest of them stayed together.

“Oh God, How are we supposed to leave this beautiful girl all alone in this big house?!” Charlie pleaded, theatrically dropping down to his knees and shouting out loud to the heavens. “It’s all just too emotional for us,” Pitts added as he went along with his friend’s act, his head bowing down to the ground in grief as he placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Just take me with her, God! Let me be with Y/N at her all-girls school!”

✎ Despite all of the inconveniences they put upon Y/N, the poets really did leave a mark on her. These boys showed her a new way of life-- she knows what ‘Carpe Diem’ means, and she knows how to seize her days because of them.

✎ Of course, Neil had a harder time coming into terms with their departure more than anyone else.

✎ Leaving the Meeks’ residence meant that he was leaving Y/N, which was something that he hadn’t prepared himself for.

“I’m not ready to leave you,” Neil confessed. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. After the individual hugs and goodbyes Y/N had given to the rest of the poets, the ill-fated time had come when she had to bid her own farewell to her lover. Neil believed that though their time was short and fleeting, it truly had been something special and something that he’ll never forget. Y/N was his first love, his first muse, his first everything; and no amount of riches could ever sum up to the prominence of that. Y/N placed her hand on Neil’s face, stroking away his tears with her thumb as she felt her eyes begin to swell up as well. “I’ll write to you every day, Neil.” Naturally, Y/N was on the brink of tears as well. She couldn’t bear to leave Neil after everything he’s shown her. It feels like she’s known him forever, yet everything felt so new and exciting with him. She loved him too much, and she knows she’ll continue to love him long after.

✎ Neil was afraid that she would forget about what they had soon after she had left, so he decided to give her all of the poems he had written about her.

✎ As her hands clasped the thick set of parchment, the tears she had been trying so hard to conceal had all poured out, staining the paper and her hands.

“Neil… these are beautiful,” She croaked. Her eyes skimmed over every title and date, realizing that there had been a poem for each and every splendid day that they had been together. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. That’s why I wrote these,” Neil corrected. “Everything I love about you is in these poems, and all of the love I have for you is written in each letter. I just don’t want you to forget about me while we’re apart.” The absurdity of Neil’s words made Y/N chuckle softly before she stepped forward and linked her hands around Neil’s neck, reducing the space between their lips. “I love you, Neil. You’re always going to be in my mind and you’ll always have my heart in the little pocket of your Welton blazer.”

✎ Y/N felt truly fortunate to have met Neil. This summer had come as quite a surprise for her-- she did not expect to fall in love so soon and with such an extraordinary person like Neil Perry. He was everything she’d ever looked for and he gave everything she deserved.

✎ Even though the bright days of the summer had ended and the early falling leaves of the autumn was yet to arrive, the change was of no concern as the only thing that mattered was what had been consistent-- and for Y/N and Neil, the thing that stood still for the two of them despite all odds was each other.

dedicated to these lovely people!! @mybabysweetascanbe @disagreeingpoets @catflowerbean @galaxyrhytm @nananostalgic @ughgclden @towriteabetterlife @neilsemeraldsweater @yourpal @willowestelle

#dead poets society #dead poets #dps #dead poets society fanfiction #dps fanfiction #neil perry #neil perry x reader #neil perry fanfiction #neil perry fluff #neil perry angst #richard cameron #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson #steven meeks #gerard pitts #jemi-writes #jemi-requested #jemi-dps

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pheywards · 3 years

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best friend can u write something about pope liking poetry or drawing it just suits him so much :((

anything but textbook

my first piece of writing please be nice :( anyways this is also my first request so i hope you like it! i’m so obsessed with the idea of pope being a poet and an artist, it’s such a sweet contrast to our little dorky coroner in the show.

pope heyward x fem!reader

word count: 723 sorry it’s short i’m out of practice

warnings: none? maybe one curse word, pope being insecure, and definitely not proofread

okay without further ado, the fic :)

pope was always known as the methodical one. everything to him was based on facts and statistics. his thing was always science, defined by strict boundaries with no room for interpretation. so really, it came as a surprise to all when he started journaling.

it started as little doodles in the margins of his notes, which turned into full scale drawings, which turned into poems and drabbles. pope started carrying around a small leather-bound notebook to scribble in whenever his thoughts started whirling like a bad riptide.

though pope was never the creative type, deep down he knew why he turned to poems and drawings to express his thoughts. after all, the way he felt by you was something outside of science. the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you laughed wasn't something explained in a textbook. the way his cheeks heated when you stretched out in your bikini on the pogue wasn‘t something he could solve with an equation or formula.

as embarrassing as it was to admit, most of the poems in his journal were written about your sparkling eyes and shining personality. pope heyward was falling head over heels for you and there was nothing he could do about it except pour all of his thoughts onto the yellow-tinged, wrinkled parchment of his notebook. everything written in there was incredibly personal. the poems bared the rawest parts of pope’s soul, and the drawings showed parts of himself he couldn’t explain with words.

so you can imagine pope’s horror when he saw jj casually laying on the hammock and flipping through it.

after pope managed to wrestle the notebook out of jj’s hands and worked through most of his panic, jj convinced him to actually sit down and talk. though most of the conversation consisted of jj relentlessly teasing pope, singing “pope and y/n sitting in a tree” until pope smacked him with the leather bound book, the blonde boy actually offered some pretty sage advice.

“you should just tell her, dude,” jj said, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

pope shook his head. “no. no way. someone like y/n would never like me.”

jj scoffed. “and why would you think that?”

“because i’m…me!” pope sputtered. “i’m just nerdy, dorky pope and she‘s…..” glancing out at the dock where you and kie were sitting, weaving friendship bracelets out of cheap, colorful strings, pope sighed. “she’s perfect.”

just then, you turned to look at pope, and smiled so brightly at him that he felt lightheaded. “hey, pope!” you called, your voice floating to his ears like it was delivered personally by the angels. “you comin?”

pope swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. he managed to nod as jj snickered, eventually choking out a strangled, “yeah, in a minute!”

“bro, you’re so whipped,” jj chuckled.

pope buried his head in his hands. “i’m hopeless!” he groaned, a pit settling in his stomach.

“no you’re not.” jj shook his head. “you don’t see the way y/n looks at you. you’re the only one she smiles at like that.”

“really?” disbelief flitted across pope’s features.

“yeah, man,” jj affirmed, nodding. “so tell her.”

pope frowned slightly. “but…how?” a sigh passed through his full lips, the pit in his stomach growing heavier. “i’m so bad with words—what would i even say? anything i tell her will make me sound like an idiot and—“

“dude,” jj interrupted, stifling a laugh. “you don’t have to say anything.”

pope’s face contorted with confusion, and that was enough to spur jj on.

jj nodded to the brown leather book nestled neatly in pope’s lap. “what’s that thing all those smart people say? there’s a million words in a drawing—“

“a picture holds a thousand words,” pope finished, his frown morphing into a soft smile. “y’know, sometimes you do have really good ideas, j.”

jj smirked. “hell yeah i do.”

gripping the notebook firmly in his hands, pope was filled with a newfound confidence. he glanced at you again, admiring the way the sunset made your soft skin glow and the way your hair fluttered in the soft evening breeze.

pope has never been good with words or emotions anyway. handing something over to you? well that was as textbook as it could get. exactly pope’s style.

even if the way you made him feel was anything but textbook.

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a/n: omg i hope y’all liked this…. it’s been forever since i posted writing so i hope it’s not shitty 😭 also i have no clue how to work the formatting on this app so lmk if this post is ugly LMAO

#outer banks #pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #obx s2 #obx season 2 #jonathan daviss #jj maybank #jjpope #rafe cameron #drew starkey

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svttism · 3 years

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SEVENTEEN AS BABYSITTERS 💙

i think i spent more time figuring out how to make a nice format than writing the actual headcanons LMAO

i hope y'all enjoy this!!

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[choi seungcheol]

lots of cuddles 🥰

great with babies (hehe father material)

the only thing he can't do? change diapers

"uhh what do i do with this?"

"EWWWW YOU STINKY"

[yoon jeonghan]

plays along with whatever the kid wants <3

but gets tired easily

"haiz it's time for a break-"

*baby cries*

"guess not"

manages to put the baby to sleep and he ends up falling asleep next to it 🥺🥺

[hong joshua]

reads them bedtime stories

teaches them a little bit of english

makes mini bracelets for them, lowkey panics when they try to eat it

"alright then- wait no d-dont eat that it's not- WAIT SHIT NO- okay well that just happened. let's keep this a secret between us okay?" *pinky promise*

[wen junhui]

puts the kid on his shoulder and runs around the room

"WEEEEEEEEE LETS GOOOOO"

crawls on the floor along with the baby to make them laugh

lots of sound effects "here comes the aeroplane! WHOOSHHHHH"

[kwon soonyoung]

spoils the child with...

you guessed it

tiger stuff

tiger clothes, tiger stuffies, tiger blanket

"now do a little roar for me :D"

[jeon wonwoo]

questions why he's doing this

"do they come with a safety manual?"

doesn't really know what to do so he just introduces them to his book collection

reads poetry to them and they end up falling asleep so he's like "wow that was surprisingly easy"

[lee jihoon]

also contemplates life decisions

lots of googling "how to put a baby to sleep" "how to correctly hold a baby" "how to feed a baby"

make the baby cry LOL

panics and almost screams

ends up calling another member, just sits at the side and watches in fear

[xu minghao]

finger painting !

if it's a girl, he'll do their hair very prettily

if it's a boy, he'll buy him cool outfits 😎

cute selfies together hehe

[kim mingyu]

buys them mini cooking set

pretends to be a customer "one burger please!"

pretends to eat the 'burger' because erm it's clay

"yum yum more please!!"

[lee seokmin]

dances to music with the kid

"bAby sHarK dO DO DO DO DO DOOO"

tosses the baby up and ALMOST drop the baby

the baby thought it was funny but seokmin just ended up sobbing out of fear 😭

[boo seungkwan]

talks to the kid in POUT

hide-n-seek

"come out come out wherever you are~"

"boo!"

ends up making the child cry "i'm sorry! bad ghost bad ghost! look it's gone now!!"

[chwe vernon]

builds a pillow fort!!

vibes to music together

funny faces to make the baby laugh

watches cat videos 😭

[lee chan]

gets super excited because it's finally time for him to take care of someone else instead of being the maknae 😂

then again, internally PANICS cause he doesn't know how to act

teaches the kid how to dance

role play!! either be a prince charming 💙

or have a fight with sword cutouts ⚔️

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snoppy · 2 years

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hi, that alien tea thing you wrote was absolutely beautiful. i loved it in its entirety. are there any authors/writers in particular that you like? any books/articles? I'm sorry I'm swamping you with questions but I'm trying to get back into writing. do you try to write on a daily basis to get better?

Hiiii x

I'm so glad!!! no need to be sorry its flattering <3 honestly i only got back into reading in like the last year, same for writing. some writers that come to mind are michelle zauner, mary oliver, yann martel, chuck palahniuk, louisa may alcott (had to plumb my memory for childhood books + stuff i read now lmao). some books i like are life of pi, most roald dahl and enid blyton series (roald is especially fun to read when there's a lot on your mind), picture us in the light by kelly loy gilbert, crying in h mart etc etc. very few books i can say are faves yet.

with writing i think its best to chill. i didn't write for years and it bothered me, but now that things are a little less stressful i write a respectable amount. writing every day is an admirable notion but i can't keep to schedules. my deal is thinking a lot in pictures and titles and phrases, and i put everything i think could be remotely poetic in my notes app. sometimes it works out sometimes it doesn't.

I'd recommend seeking out writers on any social media platform (although I've noticed i like tumblr poetry more than ig, but i suspect that's just because ig is really sanitized and shortened for algorithmic purposes. makes it hard to enjoy a poem) and kind of thinking about why you enjoy a certain person's poetry. try those traits out when writing yourself. think repetition is neat? go for it! think writing in a rhyme scheme is for you? try it out. try different formats, like diary entries or letters. any place people write stuff is game, like comment sections or wikipedia articles (collage poetry is also fun, speaking of wikipedia user headspace-hotel writes great poetry putting together fragments of wiki pages).

cliche advice but try and read more. observe everything. titles often come to me before the poem so phrases in books, song lyrics, something someone says, all very helpful. different for everyone but lately I've been trying my hand at every writing opportunity i get (i submit to several places on ig, i post stuff here, I'm in reading and writing servers, attend workshops etc) and kind of throwing everything together is nice. peer review is helpful.

above all, don't stress yourself out. writing is like coaxing an animal to go to the vet. it can be really easy or really hard! take as much time as you need, do things you like, relax. don't try if ur already stressed or busy, I'm generally dissatisfied with what i write then. good luck and godspeed🧡🧡

#didn't mean to make this this long! i hope this helps you anon!!#anon

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leonstamatis · 2 years

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2 4 7!

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

i know "no escape" is listed as three chapters. it may remain that way. but i've been toying with the idea of a little extra content that is a different style/method of conveying various character stories in a nice little compact thing, and it is a specific reference to something in game, and it plays on another tigers-specific mechanic i haven't touched at all. these are the key clues i will give away. it may not happen. however. it may in fact happen. this would come before the final chapter so i have to figure my shit out soon lmao

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

yknow what actually. i'm pulling from don fic here. the thing about "the valor i have won" is that i got stuck for WEEKS on how to portray the rising stars game, because like. that's not what the story is about, really. the game isn't important. don gets stolen so early on and i didn't want to spend paragraphs and paragraphs explaining all twenty-some players there, scared, most of whom he has no connection to. i had NO idea how i was going to do it. and like you and i specifically have talked about ways we try to push ourselves and change formats and things, and. i feel like what i did instead, jumping around from POVs of people watching the game, worked pretty damn well! it's not perfect, by any means, but. it's different from anything i've done before and it got to the heart of that moment better than i would have been able to do in typical prose-y fashion. i like it.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

as you said hen beloved i am the prose-iest friend. if i can use flowery metaphorical poetic language, i will. i don't know why that appeals to me as much as it does, but i generally do way better with things like "inside your blinding light" than with things like "running like a lonely soul on fire," which is to say, a fic that allows me to just lean all in to the poetry bit and do very little dialogue or straightforward description. generally i think i get too caught up in the minutiae of a scene - the who is doing what with their hands and what expressions they're making and where they are in the room - and it gets hard to break myself out of that, BUT. with prosey prose, i don't have to. fuck it. we don't have to be literal! and that's very freeing for me. never mind the fact i've been trying to do less of it lately to challenge myself kvnfkjbnjkgn shhhhhh

#fourteenfifteen #THANK YOU HEN ILY MWAH <3<3<3 #tam.ask #ask meme

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friiday-thirteenth · 3 years

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hi uhhh people? bro i forgot how to greet you guys for a full second there lmao

disclaimer: I'm literally just giving you a rundown of what I've been doing for an hour.

anyway! instead of sleeping bc I was tired, I did something else bc I also have a brain that like categories for seemingly arbitrary things, such as books.

backstory bc its great: I started moving my room around last night, but i had to stop bc I was taking everything out, vacuuming, then moving my bed and all the shit under it, vacuuming there, and then it was like. 9.30 and i was truly tired. then today I moved my dresser and three bookshelves back in and therein begins the story

so I took everything out of my bookshelves, which are tiny and can hold like. 21 good sized books each, which is pathetic, because I have a ridiculously large amount of books that reside within my room.

I sorted those things into groups of author and uh, "genre" which basically boiled down to fun categories such as

really really big (volume of books big, not fame big) series/authors that're fantasy

anti-capitalist fiction that seems really fucking capitalism

non-fiction/books that feel like non-fiction

that one series that I love beyond measure and is where I took Friday from (Friday Barnes by R.A. Spratt)

fiction/sci-fi that I can just... read

fiction that doesn't feel like fiction/books I love from a younger time (artists are crazy and other stories, my beloved <3)

and then there are the authors/series I've got separate categories for:

Tamora pierce (hnghhhhh I love so much)

Rick Riordan

harry potter (bro I still like the books don't sue me. I'm far more critical of the writing tho lmao)

folk of air

six of crows

his dark materials my absolutely fucking beloved <3

the Medora chronicles

yeah there's more but I cbf ANYWAY

then I went out to the shed (that word is not doing it justice. its literally the size of my house. its a second building of its own right, really.) and sorted through boxes of books that we just chuck out there whenever mum has a crisis over the state of the house, and grabbed so many books. like, heaps.

but the thing is, out there is where the good old books are stored, like a bunch of Eoin Colfer ones (supernaturalists.... the wish list.... airman.... half-moon investigations..... Artemis fowl..... hnghhhhhh), a poetry book I had been reading online bc I didn't know we had it, The Hobbit, a bunch of Nancy Drew, and like. Wuthering heights.

and so I brought those (and more sbfbfv) inside and now I have so many piles, sorted and unsorted, just sitting on my floor. my room consists of a bed, a dresser, a lamp, three tiny bookshelves, and shit tons of books.

oh, plus the boxes filled with all of Charles Dickens work in matching covers, plus the complete works of shakespeare that's formatted like a fucking Bible. same type of paper and everything.

OH, AND I WENT OUTSIDE IN THE M I D D L E O F T H E N I G H T, in the freezing cold (bc its hitting winter here) in shorts and a t-shirt when I went to the shed. like. jfc idiot. then i fumbled around in the dark to find the light switch, as I was listening to the episode of welcome to nightvale where the computer comes to life bc the wallaby's daughter, Meghan, is literally just a man's hand. it's very terrifying to here a weird-ass computer voice just. play creepily through your earbuds, I'll tell you that.

here have some book related anecdotes that don't relate to this post whatsoever apart from the fact that Books

I remember the time it was a really hot day and I sat in the shed and read day of the triffids or whatever the title is. I'm pretty sure people were blinded and this one guy could still see and he got threatened. I was like, ten. I did not read age appropriate things bc I was fucking weird.

life ft. the time me and my friend laughed over the word boob in a book when we were twelve. go us. she's a lesbian now.

i go to second-hand bookstores with my dad whenever we aren't in my hometown, and it's a bad idea because I've come away from those with $50 worth of books before. and there was that one time where dad brought me the entirity of Charles Dickens' books for like, surprisingly cheap.

the Friday Barnes book series I was talking abt is like. it's it's connector between my mum and me bc she got the first one and we'd wait rlly rlly eagerly for the next to be released bc then we could buy it and I'd read it and then she'd read it and I think that's cool.

this has literally been a post about books I hope you have a nice life goodnight for potential reals.

#talk to me about books if u want ive read many #please books are so goddamn good you have no idea

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