#google poetics

[redlyriumidol]

everyone talks about solas+anders+morrigan, nobody talks about the TRUE and most DEVASTATING betrayal in dragon age:

the way my heart was absolutely shattered. the way i've still not recovered from this and perhaps never will. he was everything to me, the love of my life and he threw it all away like it meant nothing

[harbingersecho]

Marrassurma, God of Death (and Dreams) from The Abyssal

bonus Sol bc the hand kiss scene is cute

[rustycamo]

The dawn chorus

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their sound crosses my room.

I don't think I've slept.

And angry and bright, the sun rises soon.

I missed another night.

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their melody- their cacophony- of trills finds me awake yet again

[usagichay]

Loving you despite your absence—💐 (Pt. 2)

[beanghostprincess]

I am so so nice I am letting you see some stuff from the Fairytale Sanuso AU I'm writing (they're both girls btw)

[grumpytrans]

hey google, how do i stop walking on my knees for a hundred miles and let the soft animal of my body love what it loves

[idlesuperstar]

- He’s the same man I knew before in Ireland, but lately...I’m...changed...by him.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

my writing is honestly way less stories than like,,, collages around a certain theme

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

Ambience Foresees It - A Sanders Sides FanPoem

[told with screenshots because I couldn't transfer it to Tumblr in text format; no alt text rn, sorry]

[transsexualhamlet]

UNPROMPTED AS FUCK GOOGLE DOCS

[ilikedetectives]

My mutual: Colin do you have cdrama references because Seyka character design (ponytail, armor, headpiece) looks familiar

Me: funny you ask I just happened to have these on my phone gallery for science

[lucky-clover-gazette]

girl help i have read more fucking bible verses/other scripture in the past two hours doing research for a fic than i have in my entire life

[glass-strawberries]

Internal monologue

Her leg is bouncing

Literature is not literatureing

To her bed she had resigned

At a fairly early time

But in her bones she felt no slumber

No hazy mask of sleep, and she began to blunder

Her thoughts buzzed in twists and turns

Crumpled and expanding in tons of runs

She had exhausted her “it is what it is”s

And lay in bed typing away on these devices

(without angsty works to quell her sobriety)

(she had no discipline to care for malarkey)

Her leg was bouncing, as it always was doing

It was quite particular how it bounce on her other foot boing

Or how she couldn't stop fidgeting 

Despite the lack of desperate controlling

For all was lost

And she was akin to frost

A midnight dreary

A candlelit fire-y

[divinacaptivus]

(Finally gets around to translating your blog bio.)

Potes fessus imperator?

Ego vōlō salvētē tu.

A voice rises above the psychic din of a thousand screaming souls all being thrown into the hungry void at once. It is a still voice, an ancient voice, one not heard in ten thousand years. It does not speak with a mouth, but instead the will of its, no His, weary soul.

He speaks in a language long thought dead, one born of an empire that even He admired.

+Nihil salvare.+

[beancalzone]

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[natsu2501malo]

Merlin. Mordred. Morgana. Morgause.

Why are they so many m names in Arthurian legends? They're all sorcerers too. Someone out there thought 'What should I name the magic users? Wait. Magic. M... Holy shit, I got it.'

- CaffeinatedFlumadiddle