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[pigeonrocks]

decided to become even MORE self indulgent this summer as I write payday fics about Ex-Grinder, Duke/Rust & Transfem Sokol.

[anulithots]

What's this? An Anuli snippet that's not cannon (yet)?

(Written in the future, also it doesn't have Anuli's usual pretty prose because it was supposed to be a quick idea.)

Featuring an Anuli and Sitara interaction! Woah! Is that even possible!?

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THOUGHTS OF SELF HARM. I'M VERY SERIOUS ABOUT THIS ONE. THERE'S LOTS OF IT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVIZED

"How's your unrequited love going?"

"What?! Why would you... Anuli, you can't just ask that."

I flicked the half-finished doll with the others. "My apologies. I cannot discern subtext. Subtext is critical for understanding. Understanding your story... tis quite the predicament."

"How does that explain anything?" Sitara flopped into place beside me. "I'm not a story."

"Mhmm." I curled my antennae in a spiral. In and out. Forever the same. Never learned. "But you do have tropes, do you not? Patterns. Arcs. Stories are only... explorations of such things."

Sitara giggled. "Please explain that in a language I understand."

Don't say anything. Anuli, you've already ruined thi-

I yanked my antennae. "Stories copy 'real life'. 'Real life' in turn copies stories. Each predicts the other... understandable?"

"Enough."

Something rotted. Important no doubt. The smell of decay nested in my neck, in the hopes of gnawing the stray flesh that tore at itself. Raw from too long bleeding. Bleeding for so long it didn't bother to heal itself, rather, the numb escape tempted my body away. Away it went.

The villain. Left alone. Devoid of all sensation. That ending fitted Anuli the antagonis-

"Fine."

I startled.

Sitara sighed. "My 'unrequited love' is going fine. Why'd you ask?"

Some reason, villianous and dumb and Sitara should've left already.

Oh Anuli, don't you let yourself leech on faer words for longer than nessecary - not that any of this is. The fact that you asked at all....

Add another trait to remove: asking dumb questions! Dumb, antagonistic questions that only got others upset, waster their valuable time on something so rotten. Sitara regretted this already, no doubt. ANd as the side character with a friendship side plot-

Did I- I've been quiet for too long.

Ah Anuli, at first we'd only bash one hand, now it shall be both. Both hands, close to broken and bruised - made sure you find a sharp enough rock - with blood that splatters all over your disgusting face -

"Your story is of the side-plot trope. Side-plot of friendship, to be exact.... although if I were to be minutely precise.. I shall identify the subtype: One character hopes and leaves the audience in near agony until either a confession or communication." I released my antennae with a 'boing!', "My preference is either a confession scene - as long as the plot did not drag of for too long - where it fully explores the character dynamic OR one in tragedy," my ears swirled in a green blur, "Like if one of the characters dies unfulfilled and the longing only grows worse and the story could explore the full depths of desires that continue to worsen and continue on and on, forevermo-"

"We're.... we are still talking about stories? Right?"

I blinked.

Shall we add on wringing our arms?

Shall we continue on our rampage? With no one to contain Anuli the antagonist?

Imagine! The antagonist stole away time and care from everyone else and got away with it. How unsatisfying. AND dangerous! For if the antagonist continued, well, the plot would've deteriorated from there.

With wrung arms and bashed in hands, Anuli remains thwarted for yet another day.

"It's okay," Sitara shifted, "If you want to talk about... gruesome things... but, um... that's not your prediction for me... right?"

It will be if I keep blabbering. I let myself go unchecked. Tch. I never learn.

"Yours needs a confession scene. For it dangerously teeters over the precipise of dragging on and on and on...."

"Alright, alright. I get it." Sitara laughed. "I'll ask faer to be friends... soon..."

"Today."

"What?!"

I shall claw my neck, so the blood pools around my feet.

"Characters convince themselves out of things if the plot has too many distractions... perhaps another scene or so. Each scene needs narrative significance after all."

"Okay! Anuli wins!" Sitara stood. "Today it is... but you're coming with me!"

I tilted my head.

No. No. No. Too much. And after all the warnings too. This ends the same. As they all would. Let the villain have their fun and this is the result? Shameful, truly.

We may need a larger fabric to soak up the blood once we're done.

Or we could tear apart the dolls....

How about that?

And any associated story dies too?

There. That works. Wonderous isn't it?

That's about as far as I got!

Fun fact: Anuli threatens faerself in order of least to most value. Faer body, then faer stories, then faer memories.

Other notes: I'm not sure if Sitara seems mean in this snippet? THat wasn't really the goal, fae's just very 'speak faer mind and loud'. Plus fae 'died' when fae was little, so both Sitara and Anuli act childish in different ways. Anuli and Sitara have contrasting personalities, but I'm not sure if they compliment each other.... I'll see when I get to this point.

@waitingforthesunrise @sm-writes-chaos @holdmyteaplease @full-on-sam @osbob-the-existent @awleeofficial @clearcloudlesssky @gummybugg @sleepy-vix @starryeyeddarlings @sea-dwelling-wizard @snowpoet123

lmk if you'd like to be added or removed <3 🌿

[into-the-very-fires-of-mordor]

Heart of the Forest

trying to get back into the groove of writing, so this is a mostly stream of consciousness little piece that i wrote today. i'd love any kind feedback, encouragement, or constructive criticism as i'm trying to improve my writing. thanks guys! <3

le piece:

Apollo took the hand of his lover, gently guiding him to the grove of trees near their encampment. Hyacinthus went willingly, grinning up at his golden lover as they slowly meandered their way towards the trees. The embankment they were under provided succor and shelter as the two men gazed into each other’s eyes. Slowly, twilight turned into dusk as they coupled, learning once more the secret ins and outs of each other’s persons. Every gasp and sigh and moan and flutter all wove together to form the heady spell of the grove they inhabited. Birds twittered in the trees and little sprites danced gaily among the leaves as they came together again and again, resting in each other’s arms as they drowsily professed their love. Wine and other refreshments were brought out in due course, and the lovers drank and supped to their hearts’ content. And when it came time for Hyacinthus to don once more his garments that spake of his identity as one of the wandering Dúnedain, he did so with a marked reluctance. A glowing hand gently stroked his arm as Apollo observed his lover transform once more into the silent hunter, a presence nearly indistinguishable from the grass and dirt, except for those who had clear sight. Sighing, Hyacinthus bestowed a wistful smile upon Apollo and drew him in for one last, passionate kiss, before slipping softly into the trees, catching the last rays of dusk on his bow as he left their private grove.

The wind whistled, and there seemed to come both a chilling and a calming of the forest. Apollo straightened, gathering his own loose chiton around himself, but was arrested by a presence at his back.

“You are lucky, little brother.” The voice was measured, moderated, but he knew that voice, knew the ire that could so easily be stirred up within it. “Your favor with the sun god has granted you credit in my woods. Try not to push it to the limit.”

“Ah, little sister.” He could feel her bristle behind him at the inaccurate epithet, “You always know how to brighten my day.”

“Night, more like. You know your allotted time with the mortal ends at dusk. I repeat, do not push your favor with Lord Helios. Though he may have granted you and your lovers the use of the day, it is I who rule the night. Do not abuse this privilege.”

Turning to face his sister, Apollo gazed full into the face of Artemis. His elder by mere minutes, she still gazed upon him with the dread gaze that had turned many a mortal into a cowering beast. Yet Apollo gazed without fear, a lifted brow and a playful smirk gently testing the limits of his sister’s patience. Her stony gaze remained unchanged as she stood, regal with her knarled walking stick set before her like a scepter. And for all intents and purposes it was.

“See to it your lover knows the conditions of our agreement.” She finally spoke. Apollo dipped his head in acknowledgement, then slowly, ever so slowly, he shimmed up the bark of a tree and caught the last dying rays of the sun back up to his golden castle nestled near the heart of Olympus. Artemis tracked his progress up the sky, her brow knit with that special blend of irritation and almost motherly concern that she always felt towards her little brother. Once his golden train fully vanished above the cloudy cover dotting the horizon, Artemis sighed again. Her silver hair seemed to shine all the more brilliantly, and she lifted her fingers to her lips, summoning her Hunters with the invisible whistle heard only to their ears. The scampering of their feet could not be heard but only felt as the girls slipped through the trees, answering forever to their leader’s call.

 “Though the young King’s heart be yours, little brother, the heart of the Forest be mine forevermore.” Whispered the radiant goddess, with the pulse and the fury of the chase filling her veins. It would be a good hunt tonight.

[bekimmusic]

Throwing it back to “Little Baby (u-sayn Dream Pop Remix)” — that song for the moments you wish could last forever 🌌. Who’s vibing with us today? Or tell us, who brings you that forever feeling? 💫

#LittleBabyRemix #ThrowbackThursday #DreamPopVibes #OctoberRelease #ForeverMoments #UpliftingSounds #FeelGoodMusic #ThursdayThrowback #VibeWithUs #LoveAndDreams

[ghumledunia]

Endlessly Yours || Latest Romantic English Song With Lyrics || Forevermo...

[washwashgalaxy]

EXTREME DESIRES!By DrPrasana Kumar &Kristy Raines

Collaboration #100!Written By DrPrasana Kumar of India andKristy Raines of The United States of America. EXTREME DESIRES ! I can’t reach the place I want to goTo find you, I find only dark patchesAnd dark shadows of the pastMy heart never finds a peaceful placeTime has some grudges against meCan’t explain certain things to tell youThose make us stay separated foreverMoments we both witnessed in…

[thecreaturecrossroads]

✘ Val! What’s your most embarrassing fantasy involving Tor?

Val covers her face and turns away. "W-w-we are-are....... laying to-together.... by the l-l-lake, in the tall gr-grass.... being together.... there's fireflies an-and the stars are in the sk-sky... an-and.... we kiss... like in the Poem by Robert Herrick.... 'Give me a kiss... and to that kiss a score'.... etcetera...." Val has to stop talking she's so embarrassed that she has told this fantasy to anyone. It takes her a while to get more words out.

"I... came up wi-with my own li-line to it... 'and sp-spend more nights s-such as this, forevermo-more'...."

[joekulpa]

Fun times with #MyQueen, “MyGpddess” last night. Entered a costume party and ate, drank, and danced the night away. :) It was an absolute #Blast!!! #ForeverMoments https://www.instagram.com/p/CVss2c6Ja1I/?utm_medium=tumblr

[jazzrj]

Time goes by so quickly sometimes I wish it would slow down. #poem #poetry #magneticpoemoftheday #magneticpoetry #magneticpoem #poetrymagnets #writing #mine #forevermoments https://www.instagram.com/p/COIrKuTL7f4/?igshid=1l9hm2w4vnb3a

[josemenaphotography]

Can you remember what it felt like to be in the spotlight during your wedding ceremony? What’s the first thing that comes to mind about that moment? #Spotlight #WeddingCeremony #ForeverMoments #FtLauderdaleWeddings 📸 by @jess_laviestudios Planner: @landbevents (at The Spotlight) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC-9cM6gbwk/?igshid=18age1j2ya06q

[kundaikdphotography-blog]

Congratulations to this couples it was amazing shooting your big day . #wedding#amazing#outdoor#canon#canonphotography#gameoftones#anotherone#love#couple#mood#instagood#happy#forevermoments#ikdphotography#zimbabwe#africa

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What do you think of Stable Diffusion, Frank? I've been having a lot of fun with it

Good game, although I haven't finished yet. I had already come to be familiar with it from earlier posts about it.

[trackandfieldimage]

My favorite moment of todays track meet in New York. Sha’Carri signs autographs, takes selfies and gives her flowers to some lucky fans. This is everything! I know, that was me when I was their age. Thanks Sha’Carri. 🥹⭐️ . . . #shacarririchardson #usatf #fans #trackandfield #athletics #everything #forevermoment #jeffcohenphoto #memories @carririchardson_ @usatf (at Icahn Stadium) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceu5IKysNIY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[witchblade]

the dante lady and trish beans

[bekimmusic]

Remember the feeling of being lost in the neon glow and endless nights? 💖 ‘Forever Baby’ is all about the thrill of love, youth, and those unforgettable moments. 🎶 Throwing it back to when this dropped – who’s still vibing? 🔥✨

#ForeverBaby #ThrowbackThursday #RomanticVibes #CityLights #NeonNights #PopRnB #UrbanChill #YoungLove #NightVibes #LoveAnthem #2024Hits #YoungAndWild #FeelTheVibe #CityDreams #ForeverMoments