#need to rebecome a writer

[dorasoracle]

give me a classic music composer Regulus, give me him as a journalist in the mid time, give me him with an apartament where he live with Pandora and Evan ( plus barty and dorcas but the ones who pay the rent are the first three ) , give me him as who is stoic normally but the center of attention if drunk, give me him one night out with his friends and in the local where playing a live band, give me Regulus who cannot not recognize his brother but he is actually looking at the drummist, James Fleamont Potter.

[gaiuswrites]

Your Hall of Mirrors

Pairing: (none)

Summary: If you could go back, would you?

Word count: 353~

Warnings/tags: something like the memory of dread, or regret maybe, or maybe not at all

Notes: I’m not kidding this time, this is pure nonsense. Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape! Please enjoy this belated Writer Wednesday. My brain is mush. Who are we any more.

Masterlist

Through my hallway of mirrors we tip toe— all of her, all of me, fractured and blinking back at us. I recognize them, every lock of hair, each neighbored beast, and you’re horrified— eyes splintered vein-red, orbed as you stare into my unwoken pit.

I swallow you in mercury. In glass. I absorb your terror.

I feed.

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If you could go back, would you?

If you could unspin the weave of your fabric, unthread that fated threadcount, what would you make? What would you rebecome again?

Would you call your mother more? Would you dial the number your fingers remember better than your brain just to say hello? That you didn’t get it then but you get it now? That she’s a girl too, somewhere, and if you look real close you can still see the summer she first fell in love with the boy at the boathouse, there in the honey crisp apples of her cheeks.

Would you take the other turn, the other path— veer right in that forked prong? Would you cast away the life you know for an unknown— for an outlier, an anomaly— not because you hate it here, but on a whimsy light what if.

Would you lay upon your bed, your childhood seeping into the cotton of your pillowcase and coloring it rose tinted, your long-dead pet sleeping quiet at your feet? Would you read by the window under the lamp glow from your nightstand, immortalized in the pages and words you once considered kin— the spine of the book you bent to match the sloping curve of your own as you devoured worlds and worlds and worlds and—

Would you kiss them again— for one more time, for the last time? Would you mold your lips against theirs and confess your need— scribe it with the muscle of your tongue, notch it like teenaged initials grooved against tree bark, into the pink of their gums? Would you ask them to love you? Would you beg them to beg you to stay?

Or would it simply be to say don’t. Don’t open the door. Please— for me.

Don’t go down that hall.

[ragnarssons]

I genuinely have nothing against Echo (character development ain't helping others but w/ever) and she has had a big role this season which maybe puts her on the list or characters to die with Raven and Miller and maybe Octavia still?

Eh I really don’t see Raven dying tho. I mean, she’s too essential to the plot and the “heheh MECHANIC” device the writers always use to solve some stuff on the show. I also don’t think O will die now, even tho idk what will become of her at this point, I don’t think she can “rebecome” who she was before all this, and “re-integrate” the Delinquents or Adventure Squad. What I’m wondering about E tho, is that scene that Tsya talked about- ya know, the “there is a scene in the snow where E lost everything” blablabla. We haven’t seen it yet… (or it was cut which is *shrugs* another thing Tsya would be wrong about) and right now I’m wondering if it’s not like, the ship has to take off and E is unvoluntary left behind… like she didn’t CHOOSE to stay behind but had to do something and whatever. Idk… it’s just speculations here on what Tsya said, and nothing else (and ya kno since she said A LOT of false things until that point… what is the point of trusting her anymore?). Some people also say she already confirmed that she would be on s6 but I never saw anything official, like a tweet reporting it or whatever- and I’m really curious about it because it would be such a big spoiler of her to drop like that… I don’t know who will die, I don’t even know if Kane is really dead I mean? He was on my death-list because of the blatant non-existant plot around him this season, showing us that the writers were like “whoops where should we put him?” and that’s it. I also, sadly, think they have the same “problem” with Monty (and Harper even tho they keep forgetting about her smh). I also can see Miller being left behind if we go to the cryo sleep + timejump theory- because again, he’s mostly a plot device and they need to stop with these kinds of characters. For the rest, idk, I can’t really speculate on the deaths rn because I don’t even think some of the deaths will be like… “bad”? It’ll be more “and they lived happily ever after but we jump over that”… we’ll see if this theory is proven right.

[definegodliness]

Hey Mark! This may be a question you've been asked before, but I'm curious to know how you came into your love for writing. What/when was the moment that sparked for you as a writer today? Congrats on your follower milestone! Cheers! >Kevin

Words have always flowed from me, for as long as I remember. And when I was younger, in elementary school, I saw language and communication as key parts of existence. I was obsessed with vocabulary to the point that I read the dictionary as if it was a novel. My fondness for archaic words, proverbs, and idioms, often caused me to not fit in. Ironically, what I used to better express myself caused confusion, and therefore isolation. I think that is how one becomes a writer, firstly. Simply to have an outlet to what stirs within and cannot be shared through verbal communication. Not without a negative reaction.

Then came a long period without writing, about fifteen years I reckon. Socially a good time. I did fit in when I let go of my obsession with the proper usage of language. It's a bit stiff, I must admit, and as but a facet of my personality it had too much of a negative impact. When I was in high school I just wanted to have a good time and let go of my strict nature. I let go of writing too, it didn't fit the image I had of myself back then. It was all part of a great toughening up, which in hindsight I regret. It was unnecessary and destructive. As any continuous incongruence to the core personality is.

I was about twenty-five when I fell deeply in love for the first time, which sparked the need to express the depths of everything that was stirring inside me. Every emotion, self-shunned, now flowing freely. There were the words again. In love letters and poetry. So it was love that rekindled the flame of my writing self, now seen and accepted; loved as a whole. This is also why I tend to write a lot about love, as I am forever in awe of it and grateful for having experienced it so deeply when I most needed it.

Nowadays I mostly write to keep the depression at bay. It works wonders to keep me sane. Having spent years to alter myself into a stoic; eliminating every sense of emotion, when I am in fact a very emotional lad, I am stuck with a very conflicting, contrasting personality. Every coping mechanism is tuned into intellect, where more often I should listen to my heart instead. This is me, except for when I write, then I can just 'feel'. So writing to me is a key process in rebecoming myself.

[dorasoracle]

i started to think about writing this really badly. I have a list of like fourty ideas for that.

Need someone to talk and have feedback about it

give me a classic music composer Regulus, give me him as a journalist in the mid time, give me him with an apartament where he live with Pandora and Evan ( plus barty and dorcas but the ones who pay the rent are the first three ) , give me him as who is stoic normally but the center of attention if drunk, give me him one night out with his friends and in the local where playing a live band, give me Regulus who cannot not recognize his brother but he is actually looking at the drummist, James Fleamont Potter.