#Shira’s writing

[shira-cosmic-star]

I’ll become the Monster

warning: slight gore, blood mentioned, angst, war, medieval times

He stares out into the open field. The rain and thunder was the only thing he could hear. Millions of bodies were on on the ground with a puddle of their own blood.

He had to do it, he had no choice. It was him or it would be her. So he made a monstrous choice. He used his men as sacrifices. His trusted soldiers, his friends, his family. He did it all for her.

His beloved wife, his safe space, his whole world, the love of his life. The rain grew harder and the sound it makes grew louder. The thunder crackled over and over. He was no longer a man. He was no longer righteous or brave. He told himself over and over. That he did it, only because he had to.

Now, as he stands in the field. The enemy was defeated. But many lives were taken. Now, he will forever remember this moment. This tragic nightmare, he lost his best friend, his comrades, his army, and his family. They trusted him, they listened to all of his commands, they followed him to depths of all of their despair.

But at what cost? Surely they all had families to go home to. Friends they wanted to see again. Their wives who bared their children. Their freedom, surely each of them had something to live for. So why? Why did they follow him to the end of their lives?

It was because he was kind, merciful, righteous, brave, and smart young man. He was the one who looked after everyone. Considered all of them as friends and family. He respected each of them. They laughed, they joked, they cried, they eat together, the shared stories and memories.

They fought together.

Why did it end this way? How could this have been the only outcome? Was there another way? Or was it fate that it ended this way? He, all alone. Standing in the middle of a bloody cold field, were thousands of his men. Sacrificed their lives, it was a win that the war is over. But it doesn’t feel like a win.

It was a lose, lose situation.

As reality hits him with each passing second. He falls onto his knees. He looks up into the sky. The rain drops glazed his face. His bloody beaten up face. His clothes soaked in blood and rain. His sword next to him after he had dropped it. He, no longer felt human.

He was a monster, he knew the risk. He knew the cost of all of this. But to protect his love. He had to do it. If he was the same man he was before the war. His love would be left in a hands of a dark cruel man. A man that wasn’t him. He couldn’t let that happened. So he took a thousand men’s lives.

As he watches the clouds as if the rain was trying to wash away his sins. He sobbed, a weeping sound streamed out of his mouth. A scream was heard, it was his own. Filled with rage, despair, and pain. He wept for his men. He, had became

The Monster.

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(Edited)

Hehe, just some free writing. I’m trying to break through this writer’s block. So I was told to free write. Tell me what you guys think! Which character do you think this is?

Also this isn’t Tokyo debunker original kinda is setting. I thought I changed it for a bit.

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[malifiquemakes]

All of @badninken's excellent Blade of the Immortal posting has got me thinking about my favourite villain of the series: Shira

There's something thrilling about a well written, irredeemable bastard, and Shira is all of those things and more. He is a skilled fighter and a true psychopath who rapes and kills with obvious, vocal relish.

At one point Manji slices off his arm, which just makes him worse. Here he is fighting Magatsu with his new improved bone sword:

That's right, he fashioned his arm bones into daggers. He even says that stabbing someone hurts him as much as it hurts the victim, but that is in no way a deterrent. Gotta admire a man who's never not having fun!

[shiratamako]

Six Sentence Saturday

December 14, 2024 - “Give me your hand.” - the crunch of dirt/snow/gravel beneath shoes [link to prompt]

Estinien shared no happy memories with Shira—he caused the root of her sorrows from his own prejudices against her.

As they passed Whitebrim Front, their steps imprinting on the densely packed snow, he knew she was thinking back on how he tried to bury her lance in her, driven by his rancour and enmity.

He stopped, feeling her press into him with the sudden inertia. She was holding his sleeve as they walked through Coerthas together, knowing that once upon a time, he thought her detestable and impossible to love.

“Give me your hand,” he said, his voice grave and soft against the wind.

His fingertips cradled her scales and skin as he turned her palm to his lips, gently kissing the wound he inflicted so many seasons ago.

[sillybar]

Also. Shira. Baby. Honeydarlingdear. I know Miss Hannah is tall as fuckk but that doesn’t mean you can make her do all the legwork. I’m gonna need you to open up and be vulnerable and let that sexy ent know you mean business. You’re reserved and there’s a mystery surrounding your brother’s death and your life is in another city and blahblahblah. Get it the fuck together. She loves you and the way you light up and just keep being pulled into her orbit is not nothing.

[shittybundaskenyer]

"This thing, this ain't that bad. It's old as time, believe me, I was there. Havin' a Hive pal is gonna complicate things, sure, but it'll make you so much stronger. Think about the god killing you do on a regular basis… With a bondmate you can kill twice as many without breakin' a sweat."

"So this whole thing is for… god killing?"

"I thought you were a smart girl, starshine."

"I just… Why a monster? Why him?"

"The Light works in funny ways, sister. Anyways, Hive doesn't taste that bad. It's like very stringy, very black chicken."

"I won't eat him!"

"Just sayin'... There's always a way out if things go bad. Trust in Uncle Drifter, starshine. It's gonna be okay."

[chaotic-hypnotic-erotic]

Heartache

‘Are you certain of this place?’ asked Tymon. Imara nodded. ‘This is where we would gather – myself, Chaya, and Oria.’ She looked around at the interior of the taverna. ‘Everyone is welcome in here.’ She looked at Rathi, Anathana, Axan, and the two new arrivals – Kila and Mera. ‘Glad to hear that,’ said Axan. ‘The Blueback sells a wide range of foodstuffs,’ Imara said. ‘They import food from…

[crystalflygeo]

man I will NEVER get tired of using animal body parts to express emotions when I'm writing

like listen, yes, I know I mention those cute furry ears or scaly dragon tail way too much BUT they're hella cute and they get the point across

folded back in fear or apprehension? embarrassment? Flickering around in excitement or bc something caught their attention? Tail curling protectively/possessively over someone they like? (bonus if subconciously) Being used as comfort by hugging it or curling it around oneself? Wings fluttering, hoofed feet scratching at the ground restless, fangs aching with need JUST... YES PLEASE

[jewishdainix]

People making les mis fics where theyre israeli might actually be what makes me kill myself

[lavend3r-stardust]

You're the kind to forge your tongue,

And wield it like a weapon.

You always keep your walls raised,

your heart guarded through armor

thick and impenetrable,

save for your own anguish

being the only thing that

tears you open from within.

You ready your arrows, sharpen your

spear and mind alike;

For your body is the weapon,

You are the sword,

the conduit of your Creator.

You are deliverance and destruction,

destined to save the world

once it has been ravaged.

Because only then

will there be redemption.

When everything falls with

a single stroke of your hand.

You are the butcher,

the savior and the damned,

The saint who will bring glory.

The one who will destroy the realm

in an effort to purge it of chaos.

You are the deathdancer,

the commander, the cleaver of tides,

the horrifying and ghastly and

hauntingly beautiful as

blood streaks your face like

lightning rips apart the sky.

And your anger is righteous fury.

Rage is your divine justice

As you bend the universe

to your iron will.

Because the mandate of heaven

means nothing to a burning god

willing to raze it down to ash

and start anew from rekindled embers.

[shira-cosmic-star]

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓸𝓸𝓷!

Current HC I’m working on(it’s a surprise)

Bunny/Cat suit! Reader NSFW (on hold)

Date with Jin

Reader confessed their feelings to Frostheim boys

Subaru x s/o who teases him/who is playful

Party/festival with the boys

Alan,Jin,Kaito,Lyca and Taiga with a s/o/MC who likes Nezuko Kamado

Reader who's an electrical engineer

Enemies to lovers with Tomha

MC who absorbs curses

Sassy MC!

Shoto first meet Y/n(Bnha)

Ejirou relationship HCs(Bnha)

Reader with a fainting disorder(Twst)

Riddle Rosehearts Relationship HC(Twst)

Zombie!Mc Part 2

[spookyabuki]

Turning to the Jewish perspective, we might argue that these mechanisms of comparison derive from what Hannah Arendt in 1948 identified as the ahistorical character of Jewish self-perception: the exclusion of Jews from history, which constitutes Jewish victimhood as an immutable essence: "Jewish historians... used to ignore all those trends of the Jewish past which did not point to their own major thesis of Diaspora history, according to which the Jewish people did not have a political history of their own but were invariably the innocent victims of a hostile and sometimes brutal environment... In sharp contrast to all other nations, the Jews were not history-makers but history-sufferers, preserving a kind of eternal identity of goodness whose monotony was disturbed only by the equally monotonous chronicle of persecutions and pogroms." Drawing on Arendt’s observation that an “eternal identity of goodness” fails to recognize the Jews as active agents in history, we arrive at a critical consequence: in addition to elevating the Holocaust to the level of “absolute evil,” owing to its singular impact, this view of Jewish passivity places the Holocaust and the Israeli-Arab conflict on a single continuum, entitled “the persecution of the Jews.” “Such an approach,” wrote the historian Dan Diner, “does not allow one to perceive the significant distinction between Arabs or Palestinians fighting with Israel on a local conflictual basis and anti-Semites who are hostile to Jews as such. The conflict thus becomes transhistorical, like another round in an eternal, insoluble struggle between the world and the Jews.” Idith Zertal has shown how this discourse disconnects both the Holocaust and the Israeli-Arab conflict from their specific historical contexts, blurs their boundaries, and makes them “closed mythical realities, immune from criticism, interlocked and ever enhancing each other.”

—Shira Stav, from "Nakba and Holocaust: Mechanisms of Comparison and Denial in the Israeli Literary Imagination," in Jewish Social Studies

[catty-words]

what if 40k words and six chapters deep into ‘a lie away’, ben and shira hook up??? what then??

[lesbiangracehanson]

shelter……. u have GOT to be kidding me

[ofpd]

i love the way that california is written on ca license plates sm also it's literally almost exactly my handwriting

[hauntingblue]

Sabo infiltrating into the castle: I'm just gonna make a wall explode no biggie