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Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)
A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey.
I need you to find someone.
He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.
He’s too far from me to reach.
He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.
He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.
“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.
“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking.
“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”
Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.
“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”
yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.
#trensu tells stories#stasis in darkness#i technically have another 4.5k words written already#but it is very much still a rough draft#it's all clunky chunks of stone with all that i want to happen but has not been carved and smoothed out properly yet#also i have decided to include at least a couple of prayers#because i hate myself apparently and want to make myself suffer#a poet i am not#and i haven't stepped in a church or said prayers in literal decades#well#that's a lie#i did attend ONE mass in that time only because my mom asked me so she wouldn't have to go alone#the priest went off on the queers during his sermon and my mom never asked me to go with her again lol#so i remember none of the prayers#and even if i did#i learned all my prayers in spanish#i have no idea how they go in english#ughhhhhh why do i do these things to myself
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Poems - Werewolf AU
I was always taught to fear the dark.
There are ghosts and monsters there.
They linger in the shadows,
And prey on maidens fair.
But the beast that lingers in the woods,
Is kinder than the monster here.
It’s the dark that hides in selfish hearts,
That I have learned to fear.
No honeyed words or lavish gift
Can hide that window to the soul.
The inky black of greedy rats
That rots and takes its toll.
No, it’s the monster in the dark
That I have come to know.
Harsh and sharp and very lost
With lots of room to grow.
Gleaming fangs and twisted claws
Beholden to the moon
A gentle touch, honest eyes
My heart, my love, is hewn.
I was always taught to fear the dark.
Here ghosts and monsters roam.
I flirt with fae, walk with wolves,
And I know that I am home.
Evie tapped her chin with the feather of her pen and then circled the word “flirt.” She put a question mark beside it. Flirt wasn’t the best way to describe her relationship with Ori and Ywa, it was the only one syllable word she could think of that started with the letter F to go with the word “fae.”
Another tap on her chin and she circled the word “fae.” She wasn’t sure Vampires counted as fae, maybe that term needed to change too. Not that accuracy mattered in poetry so long as it elicited the proper emotions and as she was the only member of the audience, it was only her opinion that mattered.
Evie reread it a few more times and dipped the tip of her pen in the ink well to add more notes when a little clink popped the bubble of thought. The candle on the table beside her had melted down to the nail she had set in its side as a timer. It was easy to lose track of time whenever she set aside time for herself to write and it was getting late.
She marked the page with a silk ribbon and closed the journal. The others in the house that could read were polite enough to not peek and if they did, they didn’t say, so she left the book on the table. Not that it would matter in the slightest. Her thoughts and feelings were printed on her sleeve and readily offered when asked. There was nothing surprising scribbled on the paper.
The candle flickered when she picked it up and she held her hand to block the light as she carried it to the bedroom. Her family was already sleeping there in a pile of fur that couldn’t hope to all fit on the bed. Khasar may have started there but only his legs and tail remained. His upper body flopped across the floor rug, and he snored through open jaws, tongue flopped across his face after a lazy lick. Kai had happily taken his place on the bed and laid claim to all the available pillows. He hugged them to his chest with his nose buried in the crook of his elbow, curled in a loose ball that was reminiscent of his human days.
She didn’t see Ori. The vampire must have taken some time to himself, hunting or stretching his wings. Ywa too was absent, undoubtedly bored and looking for sport.
Evie carefully stepped over Khasar’s outstretched arm and very nearly stepped on their dog. The big, black Grim had stretched himself comfortably against Khasar’s chest and belly like a tablespoon hiding in the shadow of a serving spoon. His eyes glittered in the candlelight, and he wagged his tail when he saw her.
“Did Ori go out?” she whispered as she crouched to pet the soft fur on his neck and shoulder. The Grim wagged his tail more intensely and slowly rolled to his belly so he could better lift his head for chin scritches.
“I thought so.” Evie obliged until the Grim ignored her to resume his quiet vigil and she let him be.
She set the candle on the bedside table and gently blew out the flame before climbing into bed with Kai. He tensed at first and growled until she put a hand on his arm. The growling turned into little grumbles as he rolled to make space for her against his chest. It took him less than a minute to get impatient with her settling and then he curled protectively around her with a paw on her back and his head over hers, already back to sleep.
She peeped a little “oof” and buried her face in the fur of his neck and chest, taking a deep and happy breath. Kai’s heartbeat was strong and slow, safe; the drum of a lullaby, too powerful to ignore. And so she slept, at peace in the arms of her monster.
#my writing#werewolf au#evie kiku#ty#kai silberne#This was labeled EviePoemSleepytime in my documents folder#A poet I am not#But I like Evie and I think she would be if I could
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#why am i like this#why#why oh god#screaming crying throwing up#screaming into the void#writing#ao3#archive of our own#writers on tumblr#ao3 writer#writer's block#writers#writer#writeblr#writerscommunity#writers and poets#writer stuff#creative writing#writerscorner#writer's life#fanfic writing#fanfiction#ao3 issues#ao3 fanfic#fan fiction#ao3 author#fanfic#ao3 addict#ao3 stuff#ao3 author curse
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Gay people will be like “this is my comfort show!” And then show you the most emotionally devastating, stress-inducing, tragic piece of media you have ever witnessed
#good omens#our flag meets death#a league of their own#Heartstopper#young royals#dead poets society#fleabag#doctor who#Merlin#the last of us#what we do in the shadows#haunting of bly manor#i am not okay with this#stranger things#shadow and bone#six of crows#lady bird#yellowjackets#she ra#lockwood & co#dead boy detectives#the sandman#good will hunting
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i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism
(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)
#literally please be so so so fucking niceys to her i am so nervous about this for no reason#it's literally fine it's gonna be perfectly functional. I Am Going To Lose My Mind#i can always make another post if it gets fucked up somehow... i can always make another post...#anyway. hi. this is aromanticism. i made her for class. and then revised her for class. and now she's like my child#losing my miiiiiiiind#poetry#kind of like a uquiz too. to be honest haha#except i can make you read more somehow (long questions instead of long answers)#it's a little choose your own adventure......#poem#poems#poets on tumblr#poems and poetry#poetsandwriters#poems about aromanticism#aromantic#aro poet#aro poetry#aro#aromanticism#aroace#arospec#aspec#itch.io#GOD OKAY I'M JUST POSTING IT.#other writing
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i swear all writers are mentally ill. y'all keep putting your "beloved" characters through the most traumatic experiences ever just to feel something.
#your honor#i am guilty#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writers#writer#writing community#creative writing#writerblr#writer things#writers block#writers life#writers and poets#writerscommunity#ao3 writer#writer stuff#writing funny#on writing#write#writing meme#writing memes#writing struggles#writing problems#writing humor#writer problems#writing is hard#queer writers
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what i think this album did was separate people who treat taylor as taylor swift the human vs taylor swift the brand
#i am not fully awake to put this properly but it's make sense a lot#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#ttpd
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my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick.
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#taylorswiftedit#the tortured poets department#you're losing me#*c#*c:edits#candy swift#midnights#i had an Idea at 6:30 am this morning
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babe wake up my new dps meme just dropped (they both very gay and we know it ok)
#dead poets society#dps#neil perry#todd anderson#anderperry#robert sean leonard#ethan hawke#80s#silly meme#meme#funny#haha#i am stupid#i love them so much i need a break#fandom#neil and todd#gays#tee hee#i know what they are#they are the only thing in my mind
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
#fatima aamer bilal#i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering#poetry#poem#yearning#longing#parent issues#childhood#self deprecation#self loathing#poeticstories#book quotations#book quotes#literature#art#web weave#poetry collection#fantasy#franz kafka#sylvia plath#lana del rey#bts#hozier#mitski#pheobe bridgers#prose#typography#dark academia#writers#poets
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。⋆˚༘✧˚。⋆old habits die screaming⋆。˚✧˚༘⋆。
#reposting this because i hated how small it was side by side :(#so i am so very sorry if you saw this already !!#taylor swift#taylorswift#dailytayloredits#tsedit#tseditors#tswiftedit#tsediting#editing#pop music#ttpd era#the tortured poets department#ts ttpd#dailymusicedit#the eras tour#ts
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We have exactly a fortnight to go through the five stages of heartbreak before THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT arrives. 💔 Thankfully, Taylor and Apple Music made these playlists to prepare us.
Press play and let us know what stage you’re in. 🥲
#Taylor Swift#The Tortured Poets Department#TS TTPD#I Love You It's Ruining My Life#You Don't Get To Tell Me About Sad#Am I Allowed To Cry?#Old Habits Die Screaming#I Can Do It With A Broken Heart#Apple Music#5 Stages of Heartbreak#Playlists
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Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.
#ramblingmindofrayyan#my ramblings#my diary#personal#i'm sad#tw depressing thoughts#sadgirl#sad thoughts#spilled tears#spilled words#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writers and poets#literature#the tortured poets department#life quotes#quotes#booklr#life#poetry#relationships#feeling alone#love#mental health#why am i like this#happiness
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I love you, it's ruining my life.
#tswiftedit#taylorswiftedit#tswiftgif#the tortured poets department#ttpd#fortnight#taylor swift#*mine#*2024#*gifs#mine: ttpd#these are from spotify canvas but not in the mv ofc I had to gif it with how obsessed I am with this look aslkdahj#1k
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Soldier, Poet, King
Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009
#just 3 goats maximizing their joint slay#THIRD TIME TRYING TO POST THIS#tumblr gets it first bc i am biased#39 drawings and 153 frames LOL#f1#formula 1#f1blr#f1 fanart#formula one#annie’s art#f1 art#formulanni#formula one fanart#formula 1 fanart#soldier poet king#fa14#fernando alonso 14#fernando alonso#hamlonso#lh44#team lh44#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton 44#3344#mv33#mv1#max verstappen#max verstappen 1
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DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
#neilperryedit#robert sean leonard#dpsedit#deadpoetssocietyedit#dps#dead poets society#neil perry#useraish#tuserkaren#mialook#usernivi#tusermiles#userrlaura#dailyflicks#*mine#*mygifs#but he doesn't know ! because he doesn't even really know neil#not to take what i said in my lane edit but it's literally trying so hard to be this person that your parents want you to be !#like your parent will never see you how you actually are because they're so busy trying to force you to be this whole other person#the tragedy that is neil perry will never not get to me like i'm sick to my stomach and i am crying my eyes out#he tried he tried so hard to be his best and he just wanted this one thing for himself#also this scene is lowkey my enemy bc i hate coloring it#i feel like it always looks kind off ?
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