#lamented hiraeth

[ii-neg-confessions]

please spread!

[unimatrix-420]

I am not for this world, nor do I feel of it. Send me far away from this planet, somewhere deep into the cosmos where something better, something fascinating awaits. The world is beautiful, but it is also cruel, even if the reason it is cruel is because it's infested with humanity. Maybe that is why some of our lives end still unfulfilled — because we believe in the beauty of the Earth and the beauty of our cosmos, but beauty does not necessarily beget mercy or wellbeing. Though this Earth is beautiful, it is also deadly, like wolfsbane masquerading as a remedy, and so very many of us die never knowing this truth.

[midnightstargazer]

Fic Recs: Regulus Black

So I've been working on this for a while now, and I think I'm finally ready to share it. These are some of my favorite Regulus fics that I've read.

This is based on my personal preferences, which means you'll find mostly gen and rare pair fics, canon universe (but not necessarily canon compliant), with morally gray characterizations of Regulus

I grouped them by length and topic and included what the main ships are, if any. There may be other background pairings, past relationships, etc. Some do have M/E ratings, archive warnings, etc., so be sure to check the tags!

under the cut because it's pretty long

Long Multi-Chapters & Series

through a glass, blackly by wheresmejumper

Renascentia series by kuchikopi & tonberrys - Regulus/Emmeline

Blackpool by TheDivineComedian

Power the Dark Lord Knows Not by Fantismal & Jormandugr - Wolfstar

The Horcrux Hunt by lostmy_keys - Wolfstar

No Longer Will You Be Forsaken by JulisCaesar

A Means to a Triumph by Naodrith - Moonwater

A Study in Choices and Second Chances by queerofthedagger - Regulus/Harry

Spitfire series by LimeOfMagicLimo

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona - Regulus/Pandora

Shorter fics (under 50K words)

Childhood & teenage years (ending before his death if it's canon compliant or while he's still a Hogwarts student if it's canon divergence)

my past has tasted bitter for years now (so I wield an iron fist), by kuchikopi & tonberrys

the silver-forked sky lit you up like a star by tonberrys - Bartylus

Out of the Shadows (Into the Abyss) by missvega - Bartylus

it's cold on the floor by dracure - Bartylus

soft speak, with a mean streak by krystian - Rosewater

A Boy and his Cat, by aCanadianMuggle

How The Dangerous Thing Is To Love by Vivi_ZzZ

Remembrance by Vivi_ZzZ

history forgets the moderates by cleopatroclus

What's So Special About Christmas? by AmethystHeart2421

Caged Bird by GertrudeCC - Moonwater

Ancient Runes series by Soupy_George - Moonwater

The locket & the cave (all dealing with his death in some way - either it's shown on page, or it's not explicitly shown but it's is a major plot point)

Wormwood by acari

The Cruel History and Most Lamentable Tragedy of Regulus, Scion of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black by aCanadianMuggle

I'm going home to see my mother by TheSharkGuy - Bartylus

monster, moongazer by electricnectar - Moonwater

The Three Soulmates of Pandora Lovegood by AmethystHeart2421 - Pandora/Xenophilius

a soul like silver (tarnished) by rachel614

Parting Words by Dear_Theadosia

And He Drank by Grey_Kenaz

Memento Mori by Trex_Patronus

On Royalty by booksandreadingismylife - Rosewater

Ghost Regulus

He Can't Hurt You if You're Already Dead by unspeakable3

A Transient and Embarrassed Phantom by unspeakable3

Haunted by pennygalleon

Unfinished RABusiness by withasideofangst

in our bedroom, after the war by krystian

Hiraeth by The_Seismic

Hogwarts Professor Regulus

Out of the Lake series by BennieLee

this is family by xslytherclawx

Disconnected Connection by dottie_magic

regulus is dumbledore's spy au (the smiths' version) series by pottersxredheads

Ex-Death Eater Regulus (where he's not also a ghost or a Hogwarts professor)

no answers for no questions asked by tonberrys

Hope by Grey_Kenaz

sanctuary by unspeakable3

Beneath the Ocean Waves by aron_kristina

First Footings by wheresmejumper - Jily or Jegulily

living in the red by griddlebones - Regulily

Flowers Sleep in the Winter by daydreamerdisease - Regulus/OC

someday by justwhatialwayswanted - Rosewater

The Wolf at the Door by lusilly - Moonwater

and if it's all over, I'm taking this moment with me by underburningstars - Moonwater

All the Ashes in My Wake by Antologia_Mil - Moonwater

[hiraethisevil]

hurray

[authorkrysejay]

Opulence, sunshine and beaches!

Here is a little sneak peak into Phoenix Awakening, an adult romantic fantasy and first book in the Hiraeth Song series:

“It had been too long since I’ve last simply breathed.” Moira lamented as she slipped off her shoes at the base of the boardwalk steps and sank her toes into the white sand. “There are more than a few ways I can help you relax,” Markus offered. “On the beach? Out in public?” She inquired coyly with a mock gasp before her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “How scandalous.” “Scandalous just happens to be my middle name.” He boasted, adding an extra swagger to his steps. “It’s not!” Moira protested, lengthening her strides to keep pace. “You’re right, I lied. It’s actually Humphrey.” “Flames, I don’t know which is worse.”

Interested in reading more?

My book is available on Amazon, Barns & Noble, Indigo and more!

[natinthe60s]

Some confused late night thoughts.

She, the moon to my sun. My love for you is infinite, my dearest friend. Your company brings me pleasure and your laughter brings me comfort. I never thought of your bosoms until I did. Shall we then marry? If you are one who holds my deepest affections does that equate to one who can handle my affections and the burdens of marriage? Shall we enjoy our lovely friendship or venture into more, your lovely so why not? What is this barrier of friends and lovers. Is sex the difference? Your beautiful and so are many of my friends, does that therefore mean I could realistically marry any of them? What makes one marriage material if not a combination of pleasurable company and attraction? If she attracts me should I be with her? Even if are paths follow different terrian? Lopsided love I have for her which was alright when the responsibilities of it were low, would a greater love colour the care we have for each other? Should I lament the loss of something greater in order for our mutual care to survive, or should I take this as a sign to go further and risk our platonic love? Is this a friend's or a lover's love, and are they really that different after all? If I feel hiraeth when we're apart and peace when we're together, does that mean we're in love or codependent?

[violentdevotion]

unfair how I get homesick watching stardust (2007)

[ishgard]

20 / 40 / 60 - Better with Age | | Ahru Hiraeth

20 | |  how many times have you failed now? you tell yourself you don’t care, that their expectations mean nothing to you. you throw yourself into what you do know; lances and bows, hunting and the lay of the land. being your mothers daughter has meant less with each passing year, and you long to return to the places where you could forget that. but instead you are trapped here, and the visions that plague you only seem to get worse. stars fell from the sky and you were never the same, but these are gifts that do not matter to the old women of your tribe, for they are not your mothers gifts. you are lacking what they need, and spilling over with what the world calls you to be.  

40 | |   it’s questionable if anyone would call this ‘retirement’. it’s hard to say if you ever really stopped, because when could you ever? you begrudged it once, the constant call to heroism, but before that you embraced it, and now? now there are others to take up the mantle of ‘hero’. you guide them, aid them when you must, but most of your days are spent traveling the lands you have always loved, near and far - lands you never even knew existed once upon a time. you quell small conflicts and petty squabbles, tell tales and sing songs — and you remember. you remember in dreams, and you remember in the waking, in each grain of sand or blade of grass that passes beneath your feet. traveler. you remember this is who you were meant to be, who you have always been, and though conflicts may ever rise, you are at peace.    

60 | |  the echo has always been a blessing and a curse, and the road to its mastery seemingly lost to time, but you’ve always forged your own paths, haven’t you? where once the gifts of your mothers mothers was your greatest lament, you now weave aether upon the subtle flow of your breath, your songs spell-laced symphonies. in your dreams you build great cities lost to time, walk them, remember. you will be a living legacy; not a sorrowful reminder but one of joy.  you hear their voices, speak their names, and when you wake you continue their great works, be it close to home or far afield. but always the ghosts subside to the scent of fresh-baked honey bread and the whistling kettle, the laughter and warmth of loved ones gathering around to share new stories, new songs.

Tagged by: @yshai-tia - thank you so much this was so fun! - oh whoops EDIT and @fate-calibration-alpha, thank you!!! <3<3<3 (my scrolling through mentions like wait WAIT)

Tagging: not sure who has or hasn’t done this yet, but I’m tagging YOU.

I think did it a bit differently from the original format oops. There are so many specific details that change for Ahru according to verse (or even love interest) so I decided to go a little more... vague. but I enjoyed myself and that’s what matters right? X'’‘D

[script-nef]

You left me | Oikawa Tooru

Inspiration: [Hiraeth]

Category: angst

Warning: Character death

1.1k words; my home, my everything. I can’t breathe without you.

Hiraeth (n. Welsh)

/ˈhɪraɨ̯θ/

 : homesickness for a home which one cannot return to    nostalgia, longing and yearning for the past

Guests leave one by one, gently patting him on the shoulder and expressing their sorrows on their way out. He thanks them softly, not knowing what to say other than that. He says goodbye to your parents, eyes lowering at their crying and broken faces. They had the same expression for the past few days, but he couldn’t bring himself to show the same. He just can’t feel anything right now. 

Everyone but him left, but he can't move. The only he can do is stare blankly at your beaming face. You look gorgeous in the photo. He remembers the day, only because you begged him to go with you on a date/errand run. You always tried to spend time with him due to his hectic schedule. He should have done more.

It was a happy day, one of bright sunshine and soothing winds. The week had been cold and you put off leaving the house under the pretence of contracting “a rare illness where I die if I’m in the blistering cold and harsh winds”. He chuckled whenever you repeated the phrase, and it brought a smile to you as well. So when a break from the horrendous weather coincided with a free day for him, you leapt at the chance. 

He remembers you practically skipping down the street, drawing attention but not having a care in the world. The sun’s rays glistened on your skin and you looked so radiant. Your laughter was music to his ears, and he thought that you were a work of art when beckoning him to catch up with a hand stretched out.

You went to the photography studio for photos to put in a resume for a new job. You were really looking forward to it as it gave you the possibility to work more flexible hours with better benefits. So that you could spend more time with him. Ah, he laments, I should have been more attentive. I should have tried as much as you. 

You took a serious one, as it was needed for a resume, with a borrowed jacket. Then one where you were smiling, urging him to come into the shot. You laced your arm with his, leaning onto his shoulder while radiating happiness. He could feel himself become lighter around you, like only the two of you existed in that moment. That photo hung on the mirror in his room. My room. Not "ours" anymore. Just… me now.

Reality comes crashing back, a tsunami of anguish and heartbreak and loneliness and so much pain. A sob rips past his mouth, his lungs aching and he feels like he's caving into himself. Heartbeats echo in his ears as he reaches out to your face which is adorned with a small smile.

How could you leave him like this? You promised to always be there for him, you promised. He clutches the photo frame, hugging it so tightly that it might break and pierce into him. Would he be able to meet you if that happened? Would you be there when he opens his eyes, snoring softly and off in your dreamland like every morning? But he knows you would scold and cry at him for coming so quickly, for leaving his life behind just for you. It would be worth it if he could just meet and remind you of his love even if it’s for the last time—I love you, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, please don't leave me behind, I adore everything about you, thank you for loving me, please don’t go.

He sits there for what feels like aeons, cradling your photo. He nearly falls into slumber, and a part of him hopes that this is just an elaborate prank, that you would jolt him awake and laugh at how stupid he is for falling for that.

But life isn’t that kind. He’s woken by the owner of the establishment, adorning a sad look, telling him that he needs to leave. He looks at your face again. The frame is returned to its original spot, and he presses a kiss onto the glass pane. The cold flat surface is so different from your soft and warm lips. He bows to the owner and walks out, feet as heavy as lead. 

The autumn sunset is beautiful. Orange and red hues reach across the sky and it looks like it’s leaking onto the surviving leaves on trees. You would have loved this scene. You would have exclaimed the beauty in fragility and time, where everything wasted away but at the same time thrived. You were deep and romantic like that. It was an endearing characteristic, even if he couldn’t understand all of your infinite thoughts and wisdom. 

He needs to move. He can't stand here, in the middle of the footpath for all eternity. He needs to go back to—he needs to go—where? Where can he go now? Everywhere is filled with memories with you; his favourite café, the park down the road, the school in the neighbourhood you both went to, the bridge where he confessed to you, his home. Where every nook and cranny contains traces of you; your perfume, your ridiculous charms, your art, your plants, your clothes, your photos. Endless memories; moving in together, the first fight, his failed attempt at breakfast-in-bed, professing his adoration for you as you drifted to sleep, redecorating the house, the uncountable number of kisses and soft whispers of love.

He can't go back. He can’t. Not when everything is so raw, not when he still loves you so impossibly and so limitlessly. Not when he’s so weak and so close to breaking.

The lights feel like it's dimming, like the world is closing down on him. You would have held his hand and sung softly into his ear, telling him to calm down and breathe, that you love him so much. That he doesn’t have anything to worry about and how competent and kind and loving he is. He can’t breathe, can’t escape the panic that covers him and can’t function without you.

He’s lost, so, so lost because you’re not here. He begs to the empty space for the past, for it to come and give his love and world back along with the joy he felt every time he opened his eyes to meet with yours in the morning. To give back the warmth in his life.

Ah, my love, my heart, my everything. You left me and took everything with you; my soul, life, passion and home. I long for you. I long for the space where we could love each other. I long for my home in you.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Okay so like (ik it’s a dumb question)

I saw this post about the word hiraeth/sirecht meaning like homesick for a home you can’t return to. As an Asia Minor Greek, this word really resonated with me since I can’t really return to my family’s home. Is there a Greek word with this same kind of like feeling? I know νοσταλγία is like kind of close, but I’m wondering if there’s a word with like an even closer meaning?

Heeey there are no dumb questions, relax! That's why I am here!

Hmm I don't think there is one ... Usually refugee Greeks who were forced to leave their homes had another word as their focus, "ξεριζωμός", uprooting. And we still use it. But of course there is also talk of the desire to return. Nostalgia is the pain caused from the desire to return to your sweet place, more specifically. (Algos = pain) Like, you are overtaken by the thought and desire to return but, as most of the Hellenic experience, it has a bitter note. In lots of cases Greeks dreamed of a home they could never return to, so the pain of not being able to return I believe is part of nostalgia, at a cultural level, I mean. Many times it symbolises a hope or a dream which lasts for generations, even though things don't seem to get better.

pontos-news.gr has a lexicon for words and phrases in Pontiac Greek. If your knowledge of common Greek is sufficient, you may find something similar. (If you have trouble navigating the page let me know and I'll see how I can help).

In the Pontiac laments there is also mention of the fatherland soil, which is sacred and fatherlands (πατρίδες) which are "unable to be forgotten" (αλησμόνητες) like the tragedy that found the Greeks in Minor Asia.

I'd really advise getting a good grasp of common Greek (if you haven't done this already) since it is your most important bridge to Minor Asia dialects.

[ii-neg-confessions]

How the fuck do I react to one of my fav improvers telling a blog I follow to kys.. You don't deserve as much hate as you get honestly. I'm so sorry /gen that was so out of pocket and unnecessarily spiteful. You're just tryna spread awareness and these ppl bitching and moaning abt stuff. I hope your doing good, keep this up :c

-🦄🐋 (I'm here a lot lol)

oh I'm doing good, thanks for asking

best thing to do is just unfollow them and spread awareness.

fuck around and find out

[alphabees-writes]

Words Less Spoken By

So, due to the renewed passion I’ve begun feeling for two of my works on AO3 ( Basorexia and Pyrrhic ) I’ve decided to make it an ongoing series! Although the first two titles involved can be read in a linear chronological format, this will not necessarily continue, and while the overall style will stay the same, I may bounce between perspectives and lengths and experiment a little here and there. Kurtbastian will remain the focus though!

That being said, if any of the words listed below pique your interest, go ahead and slap one in my asks, or messages, or whatever! It’ll probably end up being the next instalment!

It’s a long list, but I want to keep the credits up front: these words are sourced from a combination of posts - the first selection being from shannaraisles, and the latter from mionewrites - full credit for the discovery of these words and their definitions to them!

1) Scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs 2) Aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes 3) Pyrrhic - won at too great a cost 4) Rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat 5) Trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it’s too late to use 6) Hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

(The list goes on under the cut!)

7) Resfeber - thrill felt before an adventure 8) Apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter 9) Messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave 10) Psithurism - the sound of wind rustling leaves 11) Lapidoso - full of stones, said of roads or of the bottom of a river 12) Liberosis - the desire to care less about things 13) Cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love 14) Ignipotent - presiding over fire 15) Balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment 16) Verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion 17) Cruore - it literally means “flowing blood” 18) Marcid - incredibly exhausted 19) Temerate - to break a bond or promise 20) Sweven - a dream 21) Petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather 22) Basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss 23) Whelve - to bury something deep, to hide 24) Meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors 25) Ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath 26) Arcuate - arched; bow-shaped 27) Morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die 28) Noceur - one who stays up late 29) Selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful 30) Astral - of or relating to the stars­ 31) Ameliorate - to make or become better, more bearable, or more satisfactory 32) Anthophilous - attracted by or living among flowers 33) Antipathy - a natural, basic, or habitual repugnance, an instinctive contrariety or opposition in feeling; strong dislike 34) Atemporal - free from limitations of time 35) Attenuate - to weaken or reduce in force; to make thin 36) Beguile - to influence by trickery, flattery, etc; to charm or divert 37) Bonce - head; skull 38) Clandestine - characterized by, done in, or executed with secrecy or concealment 39) Claque - a group of persons hired to applaud an act or performer 40) Credulous - willing to believe or trust too readily, especially without proper or adequate evidence; gullible 41) Doleful - sorrowful; mournful; melancholy 42) Egress - the act or an instance of going; a means or place of going out; an exit 43) Embullient - overflowing with fervor, enthusiasm, or excitement 44) Enjambment - the running on of the thought from one line, couplet, or stanza without a syntactical break 45) Ethereal - light, airy, or tenuous; extremely delicate or refined; heavenly 46) Eurhythmic - characterized by a pleasing rhythm; harmoniously ordered 47) Extraneous - introduced or coming from without; not belonging or proper to a thing; external; foreign; not pertinent; irrelevant 48) Fortitudinous - marked by bravery or courage; having or showing fortitude 49) Gobsmacked - utterly astounded; astonished 50) Idyllic - suitable for or suggestive of an idyll; charmingly simple or rustic 51) Ineffable - incapable of being expressed or described in words 52) Kerfuffle - a fuss; commotion 53) Macaronic - composed of a mixture of languages 54) Mellifluous - sweetly or smoothly flowing; sweet-sounding 55) Mollycoddle - to coddle; pamper 56) Obfuscate - to confuse, bewilder, or stupefy 57) Pneumatic - of or relating to air, gases, or wind 58) Preta - a wandering or disturbed ghost 59) Psychomancy - occult communication between souls or with spirits 60) Scintillate - to emit sparks (2) to sparkle; flash 61) Tendentious - having or showing a definite tendency 62) Ululate - to howl, as a dog or a wolf; hoot, as an owl; to lament loudly and shrilly 63) Vulpine - of or resembling a fox 64) Wastrel - a wasteful person

[jungkxook]

Omg I just realized that was you! Hiraeth. Waaah awesome! I love love your fics! I remember reading a lot of your fics and then I just saw people lamenting your deactivation (lol but yeah we were sad). You know how even some authors deactivate, their stories remain? Like I'd think about this certain fic from time to time and wish I could read again. It's awesome that you're bringing them back ❤️❤️

this is so sweet!!! I never really thought about whether or not my stories had a big impact on people. like I knew people read them but I can’t seem to comprehend that people genuinely like my work or talk about it outside of tumblr or that the memories still remain (like you and hiraeth) even after all this time🥺 not to be mushy on main but the world we all built online surrounding fanfics is so beautiful. honestly can’t express how happy it makes me to have read your message, and I can’t thank you enough for your support even after all this time💛💛💛

[vulpesse-arc]

UNPROMPTED  !  ✿  always accepting. @eatgcds​ ​​ has an offering for the fox:   ‘ you have an army of words hidden behind your teeth ’ Jote began, back turned from the Great One, as though she didn't see her as a threat. As though she couldn't see her in such a light. ‘ tell me again how our ashes were too holy for this universe to taste. ’

EVERLASTING IS THE WINTER BESTOWED ‘PON THEM, ‘pon a frigid heart that ought to never truly experience the warmth of blooming spring   /   It was cruelly stolen along with their humanity, with that sense of belonging that has, by now, lamentably turned into melancholic hiraeth for a place that does not exist  (  only in delusional memories, can one find HOME  )  . This is why the Great One hesitates between mercy and apathy, between generous sympathy towards another unfortunate fate and wicked amusement at the sight of yet another stray and lost soul  ;  words have yet to grace the expanse of her serpentine tongue, silence envelops her entirety under the mantle of secrecy. 

All of sudden, however, the foxen creature parts her tiers and the eerie silence of the perpetual dusk is broken by a laughter so saccharine that it would have easily melted even the coldest of beating hearts   ──   THE LAUGHTER OF DIVINE BEASTS, akin to naught but the belligerent chants of warring armies.   ❝  You search for answers that I cannot give you, my dear. Greater than we could ever comprehend is the mechanism that lies at the core of everything that has happened... To me, to you, to us.   ❞   There is a fleeting pause, the tilting of the woman-fox’s head to the side and the playful quirking of a single brow. 

   ❝  Tell me, what is it that you DESIRE  ?  Revenge is succulent, conquest is fulfilling... But is that what your heart truly aches for  ?  ❞  

[momo-de-avis]

82 and 90?

hello friend!

82: What is your favourite word?

I honestly.... have no idea... I love all words out there, both english and portuguese, and many other languages i can’t speak or speak poorly... I am very fond of alcagoita in portuguese... I adore the word caoineadh in irish (it means lament)... and idk i think i enjoy the word serendipity a lot and petrichor too. the sort of thing thats like ‘oh, theres a word for it?’ also hiraeth (though that’s welsh), also because thats the title of a song i enjoy a lot

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

“do i look like fucking brendan fraser?”

[metalshockfinland]

Greek MASK OF PROSPERO Release Video for First Single 'Lament'

Greek MASK OF PROSPERO Release Video for First Single ‘Lament’

Progressive metalcore whirlwind MASK OF PROSPERO have released a new video/single “Lament”. The song is the first single out from their up-coming album “Hiraeth”, that will be released in January 2023 via ViciSolum Productions. Mask of Prospero is a progressive metalcore band that was built based on love for the human and the earthly element oflife, for the feelings that spring from music, but…