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maxinewisewrites · 20 days

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swept into a life

deemed ordinary

finding fairy dust

amidst vitamins, tax returns.

moments slip away

extraordinary a rarity

cherished, tucked within

waiting for the spell

to break, all returns

as was in the morning

waveless pools of light

welcoming me back

to everland

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the-ellia-west · 22 days

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EXCUUUUUUSE MEEEEEEE TUMBLR?

WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME I HIT 200 FOLLOWERS????

WHAT

Holy Shit this is amazing!

Um... Thank you all so much for this!

I don't have much to give you... But um...

Here's my 200 (*3) Follower Special I guess!

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TCOT Prologue Sneak Peek

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The hidden caves remained dark save for moonlight as Sokuna’s scaly hand set the sparkling vial against her daughter’s lips. The Shade steadied her uncertain emotions as the last of the silvery contents left the glass. She rubbed her thumb over a drop that fell onto her daughter’s compressed wing to erase the remaining evidence. The door creaked open behind her and she stood. “It is done,”

The figure in the doorway folded Sokuna in an embrace and brushed the tears from her face, his feathers swishing softly against her skin.

“Reon, what will we do if she doesn’t remember us?”

Reon squeezed his wife’s shoulders. “We’ll raise her just like we did the first time, but safer.” He lifted her hands and brushed his lips gently over her knuckles. “Ready?

“To be rid of this cursed place?” Sokuna squeezed her husband’s hands. “Never more so.”

“Then let us hope to the stars this works my love.” Reon cradled his daughter with his wings, her weight heavy yet soft against his arms. He paused for a moment, looking back at the room. “This is the only home I’ve ever had. It feels strange to leave it behind.”

Sokuna gave her husband an encouraging smile. “Home is what we’ll build together.”

Reon shifted his daughter’s weight as they snuck through the winding hallways, a sinister weight in the air pressing down on them as voices echoed in the back of Sokuna’s head. Traitor. Liar. Enemy. Betrayer.

Sokuna crept past her battalion’s quarters, wincing each time her talons clicked against the stone. She shuddered. The screams behind closed doors, the crimson stains of a friend scrubbed cleanly from old stone. No, they would make it out. They had to.

Light from the First Lieutenant’s open door caught her eye, and a voice muttered within. She poised to run. But after a moment, the shade allowed herself a small sigh of relief— he had been known to talk in his sleep. She held up an open palm and Reon stopped. Sokuna peeked inside.

The Lieutenant sat on a tall, stiff wooden stool, his massive wings hanging behind him so they touched the floor while the Lieutenant’s face pressed into the very same papers he’d been working on, a small splash of ink smudged on his cheek as he mumbled a few incoherent words and shifted his arms, hiding most of his face. She waited a moment and then waved Reon forward.

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I hope y'all are just as excited for TCOT as I am!

I love you guys <3

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scribblersobia · 9 months

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You are to me what stars are for the night. You are to me what colors are for a painter. You are to me what rain is for the clouds. You are to me what tea is to biscuits. You are to me what waiting is for a lover. You are to me what words are for a writer. You are to me what a cool breeze is for birds. You are to me what flowers are for butterflies. You are to me what love is for a heartbroken. You are to me what the universe is for the soul.

@scribblersobia

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kateubanks · 6 months

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i have never had a sister, but my phone screen lights up with her name after everyone else has quieted. how are you? can i come over?

i have never had a sister, but she brings snacks, and we sniffle into rosé about the boys who have wronged us. don't cry; you're going to make me cry!

i have never had a sister, but she looks at wedding dresses with me, and we weed out the try-too-hard ones. can i be your bridesmaid?

i have never had a sister, but she tells me about hers — about the mudpies and sleepovers and rosé and wedding dresses. she should be here, too.

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trustonlystars · 4 months

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For a brief moment I dreamt of us, every inch of me felt like it had come back home. I was calm, no fleeting thoughts, not one moment of fidgeting to do something. It was a moment of learning how it was to be in love with you, and I could give all my heart to the universe to want it back. For a moment in the dream, my hands were searching for yours, I saw you for half a second before you disappeared and then I kept looking for you. I wanted to go hold your hand, simply hold it because I missed you, because I felt you were taking steps back into distance of fading away within yourself. I wanted to hold your hand, I wanted to just hold your hand. It was a silent promise that we kept making, a silent prayer that was always answered. In that moment I knew that if I just hold your hand your heart will feel centered once again, and mine will be next to yours. In that moment, holding your hand was the only promise I wanted to make.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

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alexdelormepoetry · 7 months

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There are languages inside of me of which I do not speak.

Alex Delorme

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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 27 days

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Swimming

Cw: Swearing

Rose fidgeted as she looked at the water. "Alright. See you on the other side?"

"Yes. I... I'll see you eventually..." Jakkon nodded, forcing a smile as Rose leaped into the air and swooped easily over the expanse of water.

Silas glanced at Jakkon. "Do... do you want to go first?"

"No. Why don't you go?"

"I can't... I... uh..."

"You can't swim."

"What? How did you know?" Silas hesitated.

"You're made of gold Silas. It wasn't difficult to figure out, and you've been alive for only a month. How would you know regardless?"

"Fine. You're right! I can't swim! But what am I supposed to do? Why don't you just go on ahead and I'll go around?"

"I'd rather not leave you behind."

"What can we do them? Make you carry me?" Silas' shoulders slumped.

"No." The Satyr tilted his head at the water, thinking.

"Why don't you go across some other possibilities that might open then, and you can always come back over!"

Jakkon stopped. He frowned. "Fuck. You know what? I don't care. I can't swim either, that's why."

"What-"

"Shut up. These legs don't work for it, and these Horns don't exactly make me the fastest in water." He scowled. "Now, not a word of this to the others, you hear me?

"Alright." Silas smiled. "So we find a way around?"

Jakkon rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. "A way around indeed."

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kidgillis · 7 months

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Speak. I can't. There are no words left to say. I can't force what isn't there. I won't do that to myself. Say it. I don't want to. There's no point in bringing it up. It is what it is. Let's leave it alone. I can only change myself and adapt to the life I want to see manifested. Stop. I won't. There's no time for me to waste. I can't sit around and wait. Hoping "maybe, one day," when a million are passing away as we converse about the same thing. Stay. I have to go because if I stay here any longer, I will. And that's the problem. I'm in need of change. In need of embracing new things. I want to go on adventures. Meet new people. Experience a different story than the narrative you've spoken and the one I've been given. There's no hard feelings. I just can't deny that I've changed. I've grown. No, wait! I can't. I became everything I swore I never would, just to realize I had nothing I needed due to the lack I witnessed. Please, let's talk about this. I tried but, you refused to engage. Now, I'm different. I want more. This isn't enough. It's not bad, but it's not good. I need you! I want to do more than survive in life. I love you! I want to live. I want you. My God, I want to live! So, let's not do this. But, we can work things out. No, I can't. I won't. I owe it to myself to do what is best for me. And, what's best for us is to drift apart. Please, don't do this! I have to go. So, when we do meet again, I can continue on my journey with you - sharing what I've learned and experience. Pouring into you all that I have to freely give and holding onto what I need to continue living the dream you've always had for me but never got the chance to make my reality. I'm sorry! Don't be. I'm not. There's nothing to apologize for you. How we grow and mature is out of our control.

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ginadope · 1 year

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crimson blue

At last I feel present in my thoughts The clouds might still be crimson Yet now they are Sister, they are just that Take three steps, not four Nothing can curse the world Time keeps destroying me Still, when it will spit its last word I'll have much more More than carved in any holy book

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mirrorworld12 · 5 months

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Knowing that something is boiling in your chest and you can't do much to hold it down. Knowing that it came from the days you survived and nights you were barely breathing. Knowing there isn't much you can do about it other than gulp it down several times a day is heartbreaking . But as long as it keeps you alive it is okay . It is better than the hollowness that you felt for years . The emptiness that reminded you of an empty room with no windows .where someone hid all their griefs and let you in deliberately . The world wasn't very bright before and now when it feels a bit too dark to be seen by anyone it hurts more I think . So you just gulp it down silently till you can and move. To be on the move is the play. It is only okay you were ever allowed to choose .

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writinn · 4 months

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I wish I wasn't miserable anymore on the inside. I really wish I could do something about it, be free from this feeling. But then, yet again, this feeling that I've got is from way too long. It's been through my whole journey and it makes me feel that I cannot let it go, ever.

It took so much from me but I have to be okay with what I have. Still, I can't deny the fact that I've lost so much to it, all that I haven't is probably my life. That also feels as if it's slipping away. I just want peace within me. I want to know the feeling of knowing a home, a home where I genuinely have let go of it all.

All I can do right now is sigh. The silent battles are unbearable sometimes. I want to stay down and not get up anymore. I want to be soaked in rain and lay on the ground like a homeless dog, deepening into the land quickly.

Even if I feel happy, it is always there to remind me that it's here to ruin me further in every step of the way and I have to deal with it like it doesn't exist or bothers me with smiles on my face that I wish I truly was feeling.

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maxinewisewrites · 1 month

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White sweater, a cup of piping tea

nowhere to go except deep within.

On my own as always happy with

these choices selected from a deck.

Snow’s melting down, a choice made

by the Earth to cry down a little more.

Water-soaked letters piled on the counter

singing carols of doom and gloom.

Mundane-flavoured days to go around

for all the dreamers who forget to open

their eyes at the first glimpse of dawn.

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the-ellia-west · 1 month

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Thinkin about that one thing where time is said to be the 4th dimension

And it's like us to 2 dimentional creatures, just walk out, there's an open space right there.

Fantasy concept

Mortal: *In a situation* God, how do I escape?

Their Patron God: Just fuckin... step out

Mortal: Excuse me?

PG: Just... fast forward to a time when you're not in prison

M: Wat

PG: You can do that right?

M: ???

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scribblersobia · 9 months

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To know that I am going to die someday, and to realize that I am going to die someday, were two different things for me, and in between these two, I understood the beauty of life, and now I want to fix everything around me and inside me, I don't know how and when I will bid my last goodbye to life. Oh! I have been realizing a lot lately, I am standing in a place where I am grateful and regretful. It is beautiful to feel life and sad to see how much time has passed.

@scribblersobia

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poeitivity · 1 year

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trustonlystars · 3 months

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Some days, I have conversations in my head, with my mum. She tells me how she’ll bring me anything I want. And that’s true, I do get everything that I wish for, and it is great, sure as hell it is magical but- on some days it still feels like compensation.

Then I hear her pleading voice, loud and clear asking- what else can she do to reduce the heaviness in my heart? to reduce this aching emptiness within me?

She’s at the door that grants my wishes into reality, she’s trying so hard to make it up, so hard to fill in her absence with my endless wishes but some days it still feels like compensation.

And she’ll bring the world to me in a heartbeat but there’s nothing that fills the void.

- trustonlystars | Jannie F

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