#it read like poetry

[kiyrian]

From the Myriad Celestia Trailer

The Destruction

At the universe's core lies a flame

It burns ever so intensely

Till entire galaxies are incinerated

For the sole purpose of embracing a splendid destruction

At the end of all reality

The Hunt

In the first 10 000 years the hunters struggle for survival

In the second 10 000 years the hunters fight out of anger

The third 10 000 years the hunt becomes a purpose of itself

The Erudition

If the truth of the universe is cruel and stale

Would you still yearn for the answer?

The knowledge seeker is impassive

For their core has been cold and unwavering since its birth

As cold as the end of the Path they seek

The Abundance

She feels sad

For eternal life did not let her accumulate infinite wisdom

Instead, those she had once cherished

Faded into obscurity over time, never to return

The Nihility

All progress forward the void

All resist the void

All will become the void...

The Preservation

The philosophers gaze up at the sky

Contemplating civilization's ultimate goal: "Build a wall"

The resounding echo rings within their heads "Build a wall"

The Harmony

Behold! A perfect home

No sorrows, no disobedience

No longings unfulfilled, no memories of agony

How enviable

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[trickstersaint]

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!)

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

[deadmegumi]

[tonydaddingham]

thank you @fellshish for your service

[bobosbillionsknives]

Plot of trigun (1998)

[lomlompurim]

respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made

And a little extra of my own

little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!

[avicecaro]

i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

[withdenim]

So uh. How about that time skip huh. (Corvus composing and performing the best track in the show was so hot of him btw if you care)

[psyduckz]

hc that in the early evening hours, before any of the employees get there, norris softly reads out poetry in the dark

[andhumanslovedstories]

The bookstore near my college ages ago had these baskets of pins, each with a different five or seven syllable phrase, so if you picked out three pins, you'd assemble a haiku. I found mine while unpacking, and they gave me an idea.

I'd like to make a crowdsourced tumblr haiku. I'd put a bunch of 5 syllable and 7 syllable phrases in separate polls. Each line gets voted on independently, and the haiku is the resulting winner of those three polls. I think this would be way more interesting if they weren't all phrases I wrote, so I'd love if anyone wanted to submit some! Any phrase, any tone, preferably a line that can stand alone. For example, "The jumping kitten," is harder but not impossible to flow nicely into a random next line, versus something like "The cat stretched then jumped."

You can reply here or message me, and I'll credit you at the bottom of the post with the poll your phrase is in, unless you specify you don't want me to. I can't guarantee your phrase will get used, depending on how many I get. (Also if it isn't the right syllable count. Five syllables or seven syllables please). Let's make poetry!

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all