#Seas and sonnets

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Taocc jackbox session 2: the Isaac-ening

I had to crop so much for this help me

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Miluniel Louis by Matthieu Sonnet

part 1 / 4 (part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4)

[starlightsugar]

The Woman on the Moon

A strange sonnet I wrote out of impulse in math class. Definitely not based on gay cookies.

-•🌊💙🌙•-

I saw her on the open shore, waves kissing the sand,

A woman with starlit eyes and hair as dark as night.

I approached her, slowly, and with an outstretched hand,

She took it in hers, filling up my heart and soul with light.

She could have hung the stars and slept upon the moon,

And I would be the tide, submitting to her pull.

She held me in her arms, swayed me as I swooned

With hands and heart as soft and warm as wool.

But now I stand, still as stone

My heart now rivaling the coldest ice,

Waiting for my moon to finally come home

And bring order back to my freezing tides.

Please, come home, together we shall be

Forever in unison, the moon and the sea.

-•🌊💙🌙•-

[babylon-crashing]

roil

“Old man, you surface seldom.” ~ Sylvia Plath.

Waves make graves out of deep icy waters;

even for those who glide a full fathom

under the storm. Harborage for readers,

poets and all the used books that love them.

One day type, “libraries near me,” and you'll

get me ... for a while. La Sirène reading

Sexton. Port to port; a dream in the Gulf

Stream with books galore in the hold. Hauling

riches: chapbooks, zines, sonnets. Such sea toil

delights, ask Jonah. I've the sea hag's craft,

soothsayer of the surf, cowrie shell's boon.

Waves tell me whatnot, dreadnought, shoals roil,

rift. Blue-green crashing. Flotsam's drift and draft

and books enough to calm any typhoon.

][][

Note.

I stole, “And like a dream in the Gulf-Stream/ Sinking, vanish all away,” from Longfellow. Also, it turns out a fathom is about six feet (1.83 meters), so when Ariel says, "Full fathom five thy father lies," in The Tempest that's only about 30 feet. I always thought it would be deeper.

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I spent so long on this ;v;

Here comes the bride.

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【CN】 Victor’s solo event PV (subtitled)

Karmas: here!

🌊 Ocean’s Border 🌊

💕 Between your loving gazes, every moment is dyed with incomparable loveliness.

— “Every appearance of mine is held within the light of your most beautiful eyes.”✨❤️

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Simon Makes Some Bad Decisions - Character Post

Precircus Name: Simon Mallory Circus Name: Silhouette Secondary Alias: Aleksander (Given and always used by Yelena) Gender: Male (he/him) Species: Shadow Man, Human Origin Titles: Silhouette Anon Powers: Teleportation via shadows, minor shapeshifting, telepathy maybe, otherwise unspecified Skills and other notes: Excellent manipulator, very fancy, uses a gun as his preferred weapon. Good at poetry, likes to read. Redeemed villain, and has more than paid for his crimes, seeing as the circus…is how it is. Can perfectly mimic voices. Partner: Yelena Best friends: Mix and Carbine Sisters: Alice Mallory, Alpenglow (adoptive) Enemies: Sun, Zachariah Woods, Kopi “It’s complicated”: Zombie Murder victim: Zachariah Woods Ex: Mix Mod: Mod Soup (@silhouette-anon) Art credits: Soup

Precircus Name: Isaac Brennan Circus Name: Mix Gender: Transmasc (he/him) Species: Butterfly Humanoid, Human Origin Titles: Bartender Powers: Supernaturally pain tolerance. Skills and other notes: Incredibly anxious. Terrified of guns. Excellent at mixology. His skin is made of something like glass. Gets distracted by flowers. The butterfly thing is a side effect from a reversed abstraction. Partner: Carbine Best friends: Silhouette, Yelena Friends: Dusk, Sun Adoptive Daughter/Sister (it’s unclear): Elida Doyle Enemies: Kopi Exes: Drunk Anon, Silhouette Mod: @sh4tt3rg1rl (Xeya/Basil/Xeyshattersiltav1a) Art credits: Basil, Elsewhere (respectively) Design note: His current design is currently being worked on, so instead you get OG mix and my whiteboard doodle. This will be changed.

Name: Yelena Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Loch Dragoness/pseudo-mermaid, Human Origin Titles: Spellcaster, Healer, “Mermaid”. Powers: Water manipulation, limited shapeshifting (including wings), spellcasting (healing magic specifically), able to summon a trident-staff, water-breathing, otherwise unspecified. Skills and other notes: She’s something of a singer, and was a professional mermaid while human. Ukrainian. Enjoys books and poetry. Partner: Silhouette (she calls him Aleksander) Best friends: Carbine, Mix Mentor: Lady Guinevere Enemies: Kopi Exes: Charles (presumed deceased), three other unnamed guys. Only her relationship with Charlie was healthy and ended on good terms. Mod: @the-moth-from-elsewhere Art credits: All of these are Picrews. She does not currently have a reference image.

Name: Carbine Real name: Nikolai Gender: Male (he/him) Species: GUN- /j. I think he’s some kind of code being. Unknown origin. Titles: None Powers: Dev Console Shenanigans (“The Terminal”) Skills and other notes: Russian. Owns silhouette’s soul. Unclear Origin. Partner: Mix Best friends: Yelena, Silhouette Brother: Artemis/Kepler Enemies: Kopi, Kepler Mod: @master-dealmaker Art credits: Soup and blepxiee, respectively

Precircus Name: Zachariah Woods Circus name: Zombie Gender: Male (he/him) Species: Zombie. The floor here is made of floor. Human origin. Titles: Deputy, Zombie Anon Powers: Gun. Skills and other notes: Excellent at shooting, doesn’t remember himself before the circus. Does NOT know why people are so terrified of him all the time. So sick and tired of the circus chaos. Partner: Skeleton anon Murderer: Silhouette Mod: Soup Art credits: Soup

Name: Alice Mallory Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Human, not digital Titles: none Powers: None Skills and other notes: Aspiring writer and artist. Went missing years ago. There is a theory that she and Northa are the same person, but nobody truly knows. Assumed dead. Brother: Silhouette Best friend: ElidaMod: Soup Art Credits: Soup

Name: Elida Doyle Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Human child, not digital. Titles: Deceased Powers: None Skills and other notes: Talented ballerina. Died when she and Mix got in a car crash. Adoptive Family: Mix Mother: Lilith Doyle Best friend: Alice Mod: @/sh4tterg1rl Art credits: @/sh4tterg1rl

[botan-kiri]

The Sun

He shines like the sun for he brings freedom Joyful as he may be he has lost too Once friends he will protect your kind kingdom Loves dreams will encourage you too pursue

A glutton but will share with the whole world To liberate with the beat of the drums Silly as can be, laughing is a whirl Being gum, pirate king when the time comes

Three brothers drink sake, one lost other gone The top hat shot down by a cruel monster The ace of cards sacrificed like a pawn On island guarded by a sea-monster

To be forever young, flying in the clouds Draws people in with the light he enshrouds

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No plans here!

Emotional support deities. Plus catgirl. They’re definitely not planning anything. I promise.

[academyoftheheartandmind]

Ocean Poems

By James G. Piatt The Seashore “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.” e.e. cummings The soft sandy shore, spreading like a dusty yellow carpet reflected the sun’s warm rays onto my bare shoulders as the morning melted into the balminess of noon, causing long forgotten briny memories to appear. Bones of ocean creatures bleached to a pure…

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Miluniel Louis by Matthieu Sonnet

part 2 / 4 (part 1 , part 3 , part 4)

[talesindawn]

Heart Waves

Heart. A necklace forever lost at sea 

With ruffled feathered wings of paper and ink.

Thoughts, regrets, drag me to the endless brink

Of this deep ocean. I drown, I am free. 

For freedom is an auburn aspen tree,

I climb and face my pain, tear leaves of zinc. 

It is quick sand where all my limbs can sink,

I am not afraid, I wasn’t born to flee.

Pain is still felt at all hours of each day,

But soon one day she will be gone as well.

While waves of relief will wash over me,

I know so will tempests of sadness gray.

Pain echoed memory as a void shell,

And when pain will be gone, you too will be.

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welp. Yelena’s dead. Everyone go home.

…universe 221.

Where am I now? The beach looks familiar. The little town feels familiar too.

Something seems…wrong, though. The streets are deserted. The little restaurant I used to visit on Sundays has its windows broken in. Are those bullet holes in the walls?

Still, I remember enough to find the little house I called my own, once. It was nothing special, barely big enough for its residents. Crowded with stuffed animals and fishing gear and a hundred picture frames that nearly overflowed on the mantle over the old fireplace. The wallpaper is charred in places, the furniture overturned. Weeks-old footprints mar the carpet. Yet still I press on, up the old wooden stairs. The faded black marks on one of the doorposts tell me that I’m taller than I used to be.

I take off my shoes outside the bedroom. It’s a mess of plushies and fluff, pastel pinks and ocean blues, old mementos and an impressive stash of seashells that line the huge ocean-view windows. The room a little girl begged her parents to have, so long ago. It smells of home, and of char. Even here, I can see the smoke rising in the distance, far away where there were more important people to the world than me. I fight the sudden weight that drags me down, forcing me to sit on the bed. My legs ache from walking, my head aches from tears. I lie down and stare at the ceiling, at the dusty light above me, before turning to stare at the sea beside me.

Hours pass. It’s beautiful beyond the glass, even if it isn’t the magical world I’ve grown accustomed to. Slower. Quieter. Loving. It tells me that I belong here. That I’m safe to rest a while, even if it is wounded, bleeding its warmth out onto the sand and sky. Whoever hurt it will pay for that, though I have no energy to fight or worry now. It’s time to get some sleep.

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BANG.

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Respawning [YELENAMALLORY.chr]…

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Y! Young Justice (the og) x villain! reader

You twist, defiant even now, and they feel it—their adversary, their ghost, the one who slipped from their grasp with a laugh on the wind, now held tight. Tonight, the uncatchable is caught, and their silent victory thrums like a heartbeat in the air around you.

Kaldur’s water binds hold fast, yet there’s a strange gentleness as he looks at you, eyes deep as the sea he commands. His grip is sure but reverent, each ripple around your wrists a silent hymn to the dance you’ve led him through, chase after chase, like a lover drawn to shore by the moon. His eyes are an ocean, quiet and unfathomable, but tonight there’s no mistaking the longing within them—a soft, undulating desire to hold what he’s finally claimed.

Wally stands close, not taunting but transfixed, his smirk softer than usual, as though he’s taken his place beside you at last. You’ve always been the thrill, the pulse in his veins, the rush of the wind at his back. The quicksilver desire he’s buried comes to the surface, flickering like light itself as he watches you now. There’s something poetic in his gaze, like a line of verse held just for you, words spinning in the silence as his fingers twitch, yearning to trace every inch of the face he’s only seen in blurs of speed.

Robin moves with precision, binding you with a care that’s more art than security. His eyes linger on every knot, every inch of skin beneath his gloved fingers, crafting his hold as if sculpting something sacred, every tie a testament to the chase that brought you to this point. He’s not simply holding you down; he’s committing you to memory, carving his mark into every second. The vigilante has become a poet, each knot in his rope a line in the unspoken sonnet he’s woven around you.

Conner watches with an intensity that goes beyond duty, his protective instincts woven with the depth of a soul that’s finally found something worth holding. His admiration is fierce, a silent ode to the strength you’ve shown against him time and again. The quiet in his gaze is the chorus he’s always sung for you—a promise etched in steel, a love wrapped in the strength he wields, silent but unbreakable. He’d turn worlds to dust before letting you slip away again.

Above, M’gann floats with a gentle, boundless reverence, her empathy a quiet lullaby echoing through your mind. There’s a depth to her gaze, a wish to hold you safe, to shield you from every shadow. Her presence wraps around you, the warmth of a song without words, each glance a silent lyric, a promise she wants to whisper only for you. Her thoughts spill over, her devotion filling every corner of your mind like a quiet symphony, promising to keep you safe, her heart’s song bound to you.

And Artemis, fierce and unwavering, watches from the edge, her gaze sharper than any arrow she’s ever shot. The smirk that once mocked you has softened into something reverent. She’s a huntress who’s caught her elusive prey, but there’s no more need for the chase. She wants to keep you close, to pull you into her orbit as if you were a star meant to be drawn to her. Her pride for you is fierce, unbending; her eyes drink you in like an anthem she’s claimed for herself.

Each of them stands close, a circle drawn tight, their poetry woven around you, their gazes fierce and unbreakable. You’re no longer simply their rival—you’re a muse, their song, the obsession they’ve crafted verse by verse in their minds. They’ve turned the chase into a masterpiece, and now, their poem is complete: you’re here, captured by verses only they can write, bound to them in a love that echoes like a heartbeat.

(A/n: when will I make a real story? I think never)

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roiling

In the old sailor prayers their songs go ----

“9 waves, 9 tides, 9 times the sea has come.”

I've known only 3 ocean storms. I know,

I'm told, the gods of the sea are gruesome.

Even now, with the rain falling in sheets,

something vast and deep, full of roiling clouds

with long, tangled strands that lurches and beats

on the deck, howling through the stays and shrouds,

halyards and braces, hungers. I hunger,

too. 3 times this hunger has come. With you,

like the old sea prayers, I would make it 9.

I am full of lascivious anger ----

but you knew that when you kissed me. You knew

this storm would be both grotesque and divine.

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y’all ain’t ready for GTA 0

Simon slowly grabbed at the knife in his stomach, yet.. He still made no move to attack. He let out a small, pathetic, melodious cry.

He reached for Isaac.

...

He fell limp.

-@silhouette-anon

Simon fell onto nothing. Or, well, a strange sort of nothing. A dark, billowing cloud of smoke was there in place of his body, mottled with reds, greens, and blues. The traditional lights on the street began to twist and form slightly into streetlights, blinking red, yellow, green and letting out that same smoke, skid marks appearing on the muddied ground as two headlight eyes showed up.

On the ground, shards of glass and metal appeared from the smoke, crunching and folding into the form of something humanoid. A seatbelt melded into two antennae and a popped airbag turned into two massive wings, with the tiniest bit of dried blood on its edges.

You sense a new witch nearby.