#poem snippet under the cut

[schalotte]

"Egal wie grell" by Mirna and Etta Funk & "Breit in 100 Sekunden" by Heinz Strunk on the title page of Zeit Magazin 28.07.22

Among The Burning

Open your eyes,

I am guilty, guilty,

Open your eyes

I want to believe it I must

Open your eyes,

Nothing is worse, worse than

Open your eyes,

Then I'll stay

[definitelynotshouting]

saw this post assigning devastating quotes to each life series members, got incredibly inspired, and decided to try my own hand at it but specifically with snippets of the poetry ive personally written throughout the years :] thoughts and musings on several of my choices will be under the cut if you're interested in that sorta thing!! Enjoy<3

Bdubs: "it's all so blue. so blue, so wet, so cold, but you've got a fire in your heart like a hundred rockets. you aren't hungry, but you could eat the dead, / cut your teeth on a rotting corpse."

BigB: "SOMETHING HAS FRACTURED HERE AND IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. EACH DAY YOU WILL CHASE THE FAULT LINES LOOKING FOR A BRIDGE ONLY TO FIND IT ALREADY BURNT."

Etho: "I am above myself, hovering, pressing pale fingers into the dull bruise of yesterday to test its lingering ache. Is this all that's left?"

Gem: "what are gods if not the mothers of our own inventions. we are the avatars of violence and love and hope and fear in equal measure."

Scar: "I think I want to live. I know one day, I must die. In the cosmic wheel of fortune, I am a gamble in the making, gentle breath washing a little luck over the dice."

Grian: "Within the shape of my clawed fingers are knives: scrabbled dirt; scarlet lines; the escape route / Between a fence and / Tall grasses."

Impulse: "Life's bitter, stilted offering / Is that every person we meet / Will one day become a perfect stranger."

Martyn: "Dangerous beasts must earn / Their survival. / You are no different than a knife / In the hands of murderers."

Lizzie: "When I think of the egg-tooth, / I revel in purple glass; the lightning; the shatter; the knife-slip between / Death, and a wake."

Mumbo: "This is your life now, / Found in the cracks and crevices, scraps pried between laughter and reckless abandon."

Pearl: "I am begging, raw in the face of absolution— do not hate me. Please, keep watering me in your garden, / Despite how closely my heart resembles a weed."

Ren: "— and sometimes hearts are forged in violence /— and sometimes blood cannot form scabs / — and sometimes wounds carry half-hearted sutures / — and we are all but living fragments / —"

Skizz: "Just a little longer. Please. / There is light pooling at the bottom of the flower vase."

Scott: "I can only hope that with the rising of the dawn / I will pass through darkness and return to day, / Where I am a solar ray blinding— teeth and claws sharpened, the stretch of my skin carrying gold / Above the dull, dug out earth"

Joel: "Tamed by nothing, no one, I lose myself to the shattered chains; / Yes, there is a loss."

Jimmy: "for year after bloody year, i clung to life with aching fingernails, grasped at every straw, took every scrap of double-barrelled hope and shot myself in the chest with it."

Tango: "every time you claw yourself from the ashes you insist it will never happen again. every time you reach the breaking point, it happens a little bit faster."

Cleo: "It's about catharsis, not letting go. / Because a part of me wants to hold this, / A swelling hurt deeper than tides, / Hotter than stars. The kind of rage / A mother might raise against her own child."

I dont share my poetry on here very often, partially because it tends to end up coming from a very personal part of me, but since this was actually a lot of fun maybe i'll start posting my poems more often here :]] i think what i found most interesting about this exercise was that as i scrolled my notes app and cherry-picked quotes for each character, it felt like the ones i chose naturally became part of a larger conversation-- as if the characters were speaking to me through my own words about their lowest points, about their ultimate views on the games filtered through the lens of a red life.

It felt enlightening; i dont often feel like im speaking to characters or being informed about their plots/preferences, etc. the way many other writers discuss in workshops or casually online, but by the end of this exercise i felt like i just... understood them, better than i had before. There's something inexplicable about reading your own words and consciously finding ways to apply them in a way that encapsulates them down to a character's core that just... truly highlights the specific qualities that resonate most with you. And i think stumbling upon that organically was a very vivid and incredible experience for me

Admittedly, i did struggle on Scott, Ren, and Etho a lot-- im not as familiar with them as characters, and for a while i couldn't quite pinpoint what exact themes they tend to carry with them throughout all their life seasons. But when i started to really look at everyone's quotes as a whole, i realized they felt like a story, like the response to a question-- as if i was being TOLD what they felt and how, and that that was how i needed to frame the rest of my selections. So Scott's ended up being about control, and the desperate hanging onto of it; Ren's is about the acceptance and bitterness of what he cannot change; Etho's is a quiet resignation rounded out with softer disbelief. The more i looked at these choices, the more they felt correct to me-- and while i still think i have a ways to go before i fully understand these characters, i feel like this has helped me a lot with that ultimate goal :]

Of all these poetry snippets, though, i think Scar, Skizz, and Joel's are my absolute favorites. Skizz's poem is actually the whole poem in its entirety (as is Cleo's, funnily enough)-- it's a short, very simple poem that is incredibly close to my heart for many reasons, but the main one being because it was written at one of my lowest points a few years back. Its about clawing for hope when there isnt any, and finding even the smallest of beautiful things to hold onto, and begging yourself to keep holding onto that at any cost. The pure, clean beauty of watching light refract through a vase of flowers, and knowing that sometimes, that's all there is to live for-- I felt like that really spoke to Skizz's life series character as a whole: finding the beauty in every tiny thing, no matter how small, and scrabbling for more time to appreciate it.

Scar's snippet comes from a much longer poem of mine about the difficulty of reconciling the idea of a future when you havent had to think of one before (incidentally, Etho's snippet comes from this poem as well). I think out of everyone, this quote encapsulates him the best; i like how it subtly references that inner well of vivacity he draws from that many other characters struggle to find, and how that in turn ties in with the lore that he never died a final death during Secret Life. And i love how it simultaneously manages to encompass the way he utilizes the social game in each season as well-- Scar's an incredibly intelligent social player, and i think the imagery of a gambler breathing their luck over the dice as they cast it, and as he casts himself at others for alliances and enemies, truly does fit him.

As for Joel, the full poem his quote comes from is one im particularly proud of, especially for its final lines. I think, quite honestly, i can let this poem stand for itself in its entirety:

They say transformation is letting the light in, But in my mind it's a violence. A coarseness, a fracturing, the bloody vowels between a scream And a howl. How do you transform without killing yourself? When I am a lion, my hands and feet Grow claws; my teeth sharpen. No longer do I spark— I ignite. Tamed by nothing, no one, I lose myself to the shattered chains; Yes, there is a loss. To transform is to leave behind a body And eat its still-breathing corpse.

I find myself referencing this poem a lot even in my daily life-- as longterm readers of mine already know, one of my favorite themes is that of replacing yourself and permanent transformation. This poem really is just about how changing, in any shape or form, alters you forever; how you can look back on yourself from even just a few months ago and feel like a completely different person despite remaining the same. Connecting it with Joel's character, and how he acts during his red lives in each season, was a natural and intuitive progression once i really sat and thought about it.

Alright thats enough yapping from me 😂😂😂 im not used to writing meta nor delving into my poetry on here, so this was a bit of an experimental post for me. If youve read up until this point, i both applaud your patience and really hope you enjoyed this window into my personal works and thoughts on them :]] cheers, and thanks to @/chipperchemical the op of the original post for inspiring me!!!❤️❤️❤️

[class1akids]

New Horikoshi interview from Da Vinci Magazine

Some rough TL under the cut

A long interview with Kohei Horikoshi (Da Vinci Magazine, August 2024) - snippets (using google translate)

It has been 10 years since the series started in 2014. The weekly manga serialized in WSJ reached the milestone of 40 volumes.  Volume 41 is scheduled to be released on August 2nd.

About the “best hero”

When I looked back on the path that I have taken so far, at the end of the first episode, the main character, the young boy Midoriya, said, ``This is the story of how I became the best hero.' I really feel that letting him talk was a decisive move. If "strongest" is determined by a numerical value, "best" is determined by something that cannot be quantified. ``I thought it would be a series that explores what ``the best'' is.''

``In the early stages, I tentatively envisioned the best hero as one who can save people with a smile, but I think that will probably change. This is not a hero manga, but a story about people aiming to become heroes. It's a story about how a group of young boys arrive at the ultimate hero, a vague idea for which they still don't know the answer. 

In a volume extra, you revealed that the main character's nickname Deku is borrowed from Kenji Miyazawa's poem ``Ame Nimo Makezu” / Be not Defeated by the Rain

In college, I was reading the poems of Kenji Miyazawa because it was cool.  When drawing “Heroaka” I felt that I couldn't move forward unless I solidified my own image of the hero. As I was reading books by great historical figures and looking back on things I had seen and heard in the past, I came across something amazing that Kenji Miyazawa said in ``Ame-nimo-makezu.'' [The quote the poem] That’s what I remembered.”

When drawing the final act and thinking about where this manga will end up, I realized that the world can change a lot if you just take a moment to consider the people next to you. As we were trying to bring the story to that point, Ochako and her friends from Class A realized that there was no way they would leave Deku alone, so that's how they created the story.''

The Rooftop Speech was originally a karaoke scene:

``In that scene, Ochako shouts from above the UA Rooftop to encourage Deku.”

I used an idea that I had at the beginning of the series, but ultimately discarded.

When Deku enters UA High School, he is the only one who doesn’t do well in class. He’s feeling down about not being able to do it. The students all talked about having a social gathering and ended up going to karaoke after school.

Okay. Everyone sings together after introducing themselves, but Deku is depressed and sits alone in a corner. Ochako is next to him.  When it was her turn to sing, it is Miyuki Nakajima's ``Fight!” This is a song that gets exciting after the chorus hits. 

When Deku was about to leave, she turned towards Deku as she sang the chorus, as if she was encouraging him.  It's like cheering someone up by singing.

At that time, I felt like it wasn't the right time to do a scene like that, but I kept thinking that I wanted to do it, and that ultimately led to the scene where she gave the speech on the rooftop

When I watch anime, I feel like I can't lose.

[They talk about the 2015 Horikoshi – Kishimoto interview]

Having an anime is an indicator of success, isn't it? I remember being surprised at how quickly I reached that goal.  When I was told that there would be a movie, I couldn't believe it. The movie adaptation of the “Jump” anime is “DRAGON BALL” or “ONE PIECE”. Only the flagship works.

In addition to the joy of meeting new readers who picked up manga because of the anime, the existence of anime also stimulated Horikoshi.

The anime and the manga try to compete with each other. To take on the challenge of providing the kind of power that can only be obtained from manga, something that can never be obtained from anime - If I did that, I would end up spending a lot of time writing names and drawing things, and things would become more and more difficult.

At the same time, he began to feel pressure from the expectations of those around him.

It's a stupid story about feeling so much pressure that you feel like you're going to collapse.

How did you overcome that?

Mr. Monji, the editor in charge at the time, said, ``It's okay.'' That's what he kept telling me. That was a huge relief. As I continued to draw while thinking that it was painful, once I was able to draw a story that made perfect sense to me, I started to think that everything was okay. I realized that it would be easier for me if I didn't worry about popularity and just made the manga interesting, and I feel like I was able to draw it more easily from there.''

About Movie 4: You’re Next: This time too, it is a movie that would get anyone excited.

In the series, the final stage of the final battle is being depicted at the time of the interview. When the 4th movie will be released on August 2nd, there will already be a strong hint of the final episode. 

As with previous works, Horikoshi serves as the general supervisor and character designer for the movie.  

What made me happy was that Kuroda-san (screenplay) said in an interview, ``We have to value Deku's sense of being a student.''  It’s the same vision as mine.

[... He talks about the 3rd movie and how his confidence in the anime staff solidified] 

The 4th movie also incorporates many of your ideas. For example as regards the original villain in the movie version, All Might's fake "Dark Might". In fact, once the gist of the story was almost finalized, Horikoshi felt that the villain needed some ingenuity, so he suggested Dark Might.

That’s right. At work, I casually proposed something like this. However, now that I think about it, among the various plot ideas that Kuroda-san came up with, there was one called ``Black All Might.'' There was a story behind it. I think that's what I had in mind. Also, I added flowers and other stylish elements to the visuals.” I feel good this time. I think we also talked about how it would be more interesting if we changed the color.'' 

Regarding Dark Might's existence and ``quirk''

Although this theatrical version is a bigger spectacle than ever before, it also delicately depicts the preciousness of different "quirks" and "personalities" coming together, and the closeness of small hearts.

If we can express something like fraternity in a broad sense through the original characters of the movie, the movie will be different from what we've seen before, and we'll probably be able to see what Deku and his friends in the manga will be like in the future.''

The 4th movie is the final installment of the series.

The story was written precisely because of this timing.

``The movie is designed in such a way that you can understand it even if you haven't read the original work or followed the anime series. Even if you just go to the movie theater without any prior information, you'll be like, wow, that's interesting.

You should be able to think of it. This time too, everyone will be excited

I think it's a movie that will make you feel good.

Don't let your guard down until the end, but enjoy it until the end

As we approach the end of the series, what will happen to the series? What is the story you are trying to portray in the final battle of the final chapter?

``I think what we're doing in the final battle is peeling off the labels and attributes that the characters have cultivated. We're peeling off all the things that this aloof hero wears.  By stripping away the things that the diabolical villain wears, I find that there are parts of him that I can empathize with as a human being. I'm going to look for it to see if it exists.

“Fun” includes the fun of interacting with readers through manga.

Sometimes we think of others as beings who stand at a height we cannot reach, or as beings who live in another world where we cannot communicate with them. However, if you realize that they are also human beings and neighbors living in the same society, you can get closer to them.

“Even though it seems like we're talking about a really big story, we might actually be telling a really small story.''

The series will soon reach its final episode.

“This work is my third serialized work. However, since the previous two series didn't go well, I thought it would be the end if the next one failed.

I thought this was my last chance to draw in Jump. Since it was my last time, my first priority was drawing a manga that I would enjoy. Fortunately, I am still able to enjoy drawing even now. 

The reason I feel this way is because I haven't been able to write a weekly series properly, the number of pages has been reduced, and I've had a lot of time off.”

However, unlike when I started the series, I am no longer enjoying it on my own.

“When I first started, I just wanted to have fun. 

However, if you can tell an interesting story, readers will respond better. The numbers in the reader survey skyrocketed, and I cried when I received the fan mail. When I get feedback like this, I wonder if I was able to provide a good manga experience, and I started having fun imagining what I could do to give them an even better manga experience. 

Nowadays, “fun'” includes the fun of interacting with readers through manga. I was able to get to the point where I felt like I could land properly, even though I was a bit torn up. 

“I want to enjoy drawing until the end. I am.”

(May 2, 2024, somewhere in Tokyo)

[marzinstarz]

BoB WEBSITE CODE MASTERLIST:

COUNT -> 100

BOOK OF BILL

"Hide it under shirt during pledge of allegiance"

PINES

"A good family tree"

STANFORD PINES

His 18 y/o medical report

STANLEY PINES

Ebay page for brass knuckles

BABBA

Full recording of Dipper singing

WEIRDMAGEDDON

News article from after the fact

BILL CIPHER

Wikipedia page for 'triangle'

HECTORING

Church meeting recording

WADDLES

Pig adoption page

TRIANGLE

")"

"Tri harder"

MYSTERY SHACK

Google page for 'Confusion Hill'

GRAVITY FALLS

"Never heard of it"

DISNEY

"rat.gif censored for your protection"

T.J. ECKLEBURG

"Never mention that name again"

DEATH

"Life's goth cousin"

LIFE

"Life 72% complete. Now loading:  Death"

SKELETON

"The one with the sword! He found you!"

WENDY

A note from Wendy about warding off evil triangles

ROBBIE

Thompson and Robbie's messages about summoning bill

MONSTER

Google search for "THERES A MONSTER AT THE END OF THIS BOOK"

SOOS

Soos's message about life at the mystery shack

PINATA

A video of a bill cipher pinata getting beat up

MCGUCKET

Link to youtube video of "Rednex - Cotton Eye Joe"

MABEL

Adds stickers to the page until it reads "Lab now fully mabelised"

DIPPER

A note from bill telling Dipper to stare at the sun

TAD STRANGE

An oddly sexual video of bread

LOVE

A romance novel called "The Love Triangle" with an audio recording of the first chapter

CIPHER

Wikipedia page for "Eye of Providence"

TOBY DETERMINED

Google page for "Restraining order"

GIDEON

Google page for "Sweat resistant bolo ties"

QUESTION

"Answer"

MYSTERY

"?"

Any swear word

"Not S&P Approved" notice

PORTAL

"Portal.exe has been deleted. I bet you could build one"

GUN

"Oh yes oh yes they both"

SEASON 1

"Season -1: Antigravity falls"

SEASON 2

"Season 1"

SEASON 3

 "Season 2"

DEER TEETH

"For you, kid!"

BLIND EYE

A faux eye test page filled with codes that someone smarter than me need to decode

FILBRICK

"I'm not impressed"

BLENDIN

"Time agent lost and presumed incompetent"

JOURNAL 1

"The journal of fun"

JOURNAL 2

"The journal for you"

JOURNAL 3

"The journal for me"

ALEX HIRSCH

Google page for "Flannel"

GOD/FRILLIAM

Video of an axolotl swimming in front of a Bill statue

AXOLOTL

"You ask alotl questions"

WEIRD

A video of Weird Al stuck inside the computer

TITAN'S BLOOD

"Hoot. Hoot. Password please!"

BAAAA

A poem about a shepherd

SUCK IT MERLIN

Art labelled "The Bastard Triangle Cuts the Unicorns Hair" 1499

BABY

An ultrasound of baby Bill

MASON

Dipper's note to ford on anagrams

CRYPTOGRAM CODEX

Downloads a zip file containing fonts of codes and runes

I'M STILL ON YOUR MIND

A video of Stan and Ford on the Stan O' War II, with a colour block code

SORRY

The full image of Ford and Fiddleford at collage

FBI/CIA

Your webcam is on. We are watching."

DUCKTECTIVE

"Ducktective stars in 'Love, Quacktually' coming to 'Oi, it's the Cockney Channel innit?' this fall"

EVEN HIS LEGS ARE LIES

A note from Bill about Fords place as a perfect pawn

DIVORCE

"O' SADLEYS" Logo

SEVEN EYES

Image of the oracle with a warning on the back

R34LITY

Images of Bill and his henchmen in the real world, message reading "They found a new home"

BLANCHIN

Youtube tutorial on how to blanch vegetables

PACIFICA

A note from Pacifica about what a loser Bill is

PLATINUM PAZ

A story of how Bill tried to enlist Pacifica to steal the time rift before turning to Blendin

EUCLYDIA

"Dimension not found"

SCALENE/EUCLID

"Life form not found"

IRREGULAR

Bill's mug shots

LOVE YA BRO

Drawing of Stan catching a mermaid

XYLER

Youtube link to Jem and the Holograms theme

UNIVERSE

"Hologram"

HOLOGRAM

"Universe"

NOTHING

"Something"

SOMETHING

"Nothing"

HORROR

Urban legend story of the 'Always Garden' a restaurant you cant leave

MATPAT

A video of Matpat tell us were on our own T-T

ONE EYED KING

A hypnosis video with Bill audio convincing you to pledge your soul to him

CURSE WITTEBANE

A Bill Cipher ouija board

BURNSIDE

"Burned inside"

EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES

A snippet of Bill's therapy sessions talking of what ford was to him

WELL WELL WELL BEING

"Patient file: Bill Cipher. Greatest love: Himself. Greatest fear: Himself"

"Art therapy notes: All he draws are red and blue triangles"

"Patient's odd phobias: 3D Glasses. Venetian blinds. TV static."

JUST FIT IN

An old game commercial for "Perfection" with a snippet of Bill's [?] voice at the end

TANTRUM

A transcript of a fight between Bill and the Time Baby, sheds light on Bill's crime against his home dimension

PAPER IS BOOK SKIN

Downloads a photoshop file full of skin layers

SKIBIDI/RIZZ

"Life privileges revoked. Now releasing poison gas."

DORITO

Creepy jump scare video

SCARY

A novel cover for "Spookemups" with and audio sniper of the story

GIFFANY

"Input deleted. AI Antiviral activated"

"Warning: Secondary firewall breached"

"Fatal warning. System under attack"

"Soos! I still love you! We will be together"

"Now downloading girlfriend. (This action cannot be undone)"

Then downloads a zip file full of link to Giffany gifs

BOOBERRY

A shockingly uplifting poem from Bill with a little image of him as a melting candle

Words that do not trigger the buzzer : BUBBLE, BUTTON, CLEAR, MUSIC

[flowercrowngods]

dio. 🤍

ao3 • writing tag • time travel au tag (stories & snippets) steddie drabbles & microfics ☕️ ko-fi vibes only. mostly steddie, sometimes clarkson.

🌷 WIPs & multi-chaptered stories

➤ i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better) WIP M | 74k | 12/? | time travel au, angst, steve whump Sent back to 1983, Steve tries to save his friends from everything that's coming and takes on the battle against the Upside Down alone with El by his side.

➤ nice to meet you, where you been? T | 12k | 3/3 | tattoo shop au, pure fluff, trans eddie Chrissy sends Eddie to check out a tattoo shop. Little does he know it belongs to Steve Harrington, or that they’ll both be falling for each other at lightning

➤ untitled knight!Steve / bard!Eddie WIP T | 10k | 2/? | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... regency au (freeform), enemies to lovers Eddie is a bard of great renown who returns to Hawkins ready and willing to spite the people who cast him out all his life. He is in search of his muse: the knight Dustin has been writing to him about who has inspired his greatest ballads and poems. Dustin’s Sir Steve is nowhere to be found, but Lord Harrington seems to hold a grudge against Eddie and he wants to find out why.

➤ see the stars shining through the cracks of my broken heart | steddie week fic T | 14.7k | 3/3 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 in which Eddie and Chrissy get engaged and Steve is heartbroken. yearning ensues. a story about love requited and unrequited, breaking and healing, and hope (steddie & buckingham)

➤ shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides WIP M | 5.8k | 2/7 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... A steddie ghost story. Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper. But he soon finds out that it is he who is being kept.

➤ tales of blue | who did this to you? WIP M | 13k | 3/4 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Eddie POV, pre-s4, injured Steve, hurt/comfort One summer's day in 1985, Eddie finds a very injured Steve in the boathouse, and even though he doesn't want the kind of trouble that this might bring, he can't just leave him there. So, scared though he is, he takes Steve to the one person he trusts to always make everything better.

➤ untitled kas!eddie / steve WIP M | 5.3k | 1/? | tumblr: part 1 | post-canon, hurt/comfort, enemies steddie The extent of his brain injuries and the intensity of his migraines is something Steve has been keeping secret from everyone. When he goes to Kas to let him feed, however, the sudden blood loss gives him a migraine. Kas decides to take care of him.

one shots & ficlets under the cut (ao3) -> ao3 link in the tumblr fic post

🌷 fluff & floaty

floor time fic (ao3) Eddie POV, falling in love, fluff, neurodivergent steddie

eddie likes Good Words (ao3) Steve POV, stablished relationship, neurodivergent steddie, echolalia

rambly Steve in love Eddie POV, established relationship, love confession

soft insomniacs (ao3) Eddie POV, short trans Eddie, soft Steve, bickering, established relationship

3 am phone call (ao3) Steve POV, soft, pre-relationship

car ride in love Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love, Andante, Andante

stargazing Steve POV, floaty & soft, boys in love

sick fic Eddie POV, domestic fluff & silliness, steve is sick, eddie is in love

first kiss Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love

loving eddie munson (is a full body experience) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty, boys in love, introspection, love confessions

floaty steddie date hours Eddie POV, established relationship, date night, marriage proposals, softness, dancing in the rain

sick fic 2 (woollen bat hat) Eddie POV, sick!Steve, soft boyfriends in love, cuddling, Eddie reads Momo to Steve

🌷 yearning

✨yearning hours (a-side) (ao3) Eddie POV, heart-wrenching yearning, light imagery, (mis)communication, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (b-side) (ao3) Steve POV, insecurity, trauma, darkness imagery, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (bonus track) (ao3) Eddie POV, light imagery, vulnerability, getting together

summer nights were made for steve (ao3) Eddie POV, yearning, getting together, the stars are pretty but steve is prettier

✨yearning hours (hidden track) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty music, getting together, sudden love confession, pining, A Flock of Seagulls

✨ high yearning make-out fic (smutty) (ao3) Eddie POV, recreational drug use, dry humping, coming in pants, so much yearning, so much kissing, spicy six as friends

🌷 hurt/comfort

insomniac eddie & human weighted blanket steve Eddie POV, developing relationship, comfort

Eddie being inexperienced at relationships Eddie POV, established relationship, dramatic eddie, boys in love, cuddles

spiralling writer eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, comfort, emotionally intelligent steve

‘You’d be a great dad’ Eddie POV, established relationship, insecure Eddie, comfort

steve has seizures (ao3) Steve POV, angst, self-isolation, seizures, post-s3, found family, background steddie

nonverbal steve gets a hug (ao3) Steve POV, established steddie, nonverbal steve, caring eddie, touch starved steve

sensory overload steddie Steve POV, soft boys, building relationship, nonverbal steve, touch-averse eddie, floor time as the cure

🌷 angst & hurt/no comfort

spiralling steve Steve POV, traumatised steve, nonverbal steve, established steddie, eventual comfort

breakup Steve POV, steve is not okay, breaking up

My Boy Steve POV, major character death, post-s4, inspired by My Girl funeral scene

memory wipe musings Steve POV, post-canon, established relationship, breakup-ish

post-breakup steddie Steve POV, a follow-up for @steddieas-shegoes prompt-fill | years after breaking up with steve eddie writes him a letter and they talk, mentions of drug abuse and rehab, starting over, 2nd chances (it's hopeful but it's kinda really sad)

knightmærs Eddie POV, prince!steve, traitor!eddie, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it's intrigue, brainwashing, torture, eddie whump, manipulation, open ending, violence & threats of death

🌷 smut(ish)

steve wants to hear eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, anal sex

sexytimes in a tent Steve POV, trying not to get caught, established relationship, hand jobs

sub!kas eddie (drabble) (tag for more) Steve POV, good boy kas, soft dom steve

school reunion sex Eddie POV, chubby!steve, dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex, good boy eddie

misc. & gen

steve and nancy finally have A Talk Steve POV, apologies, communicating like adults, making up, platonic stancy

steve and mike coming out to each other (ao3) Steve POV, bisexual lighting, established background steddie, mike & steve sibling relationship

why'd you jump? (ao3) conversation at the quarry, coming out (kinda), working through trauma together, steve & mike sibling relationship, big brother Steve | cw: could read as suicidal tendencies or intrusive thoughts

a study in grief: steve and mike talking about barb (ao3) Steve POV, Barb's death anniversary, Barb was Mike's friend, grief, mourning, big brother Steve, Mike character study

stobin arsonist tendencies (drabble) Steve POV, robin wants to burn down steve's car and house, fucked up platonic besties, neurodivergent swag

🌷 i'll try-verse (time travel au) oneshots

steve takes el to see her first meteor shower

el calls steve magic

eddie finds nonverbal steve

tina's party steddie hug

steve meets wayne

clarkson fics

meet-sweet | kids duty (ao3) clarkson origin post with @unclewaynemunson. Wayne POV, first meeting, slow burn, pre-relationship, soft

coursework, caffeine and cuddles (ao3) teacher student!steve, domestic fluff, established clarkson & steddie, found family

if i fell in love with you (ao3) Scott POV, soft, established relationship, domestic fluff, If I Fell

home. (ao3) Scott POV, comfort, floaty, established relationship, after-school car ride, domesticity

quiet. (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, domesticity, established relationship, wayne doesn’t like how quiet scott’s house gets

don’t let go (i won’t) (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, found family, post-s4, shared trauma, steddie, established relationship, wayne gets a bad flashback and scott calls steddie for help

ronance fics

snow angels for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter fic challenge, Nancy POV, pining, first kiss, getting together

yearning hours (ao3) Nancy POV, pining, yearning, realisations, pre-relationship, semi-floaty

[wolfofcelestia]

Welcome! Now that this blog has been fully converted into a Zayne loveblog, I've finally decided to make an actual introduction.

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻

My name is Elara (she/her). I am an adult and will be posting adult content. Minors, blank blogs, art theives, and toxic people will be blocked

Most of what I write here will be about fictional boys voiced by Satou Takuya

Most of my analysis posts are usually very stream of conscious-y because I never stop thinking about this stupid ice man

Sylus will also appear on my blog. He's settled in as my second favourite so he will be around too

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻

I write when my brain allows me to. Most of what you'll see here are short clips of dialogue, headcanons, scenarios, and scenes in the style of LADS's social media posts. These snippets tend to be comedy, fluff, smut, angst, and occasional dark content

Got a request? Feel free to drop an idea in my askbox. No guarantees it will get filled, though

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓨𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓳𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲 💙❤️🩵

This blog is my self-indulgent yumejoshi (self-insert) safe space, with my F/Os being Shokudaikiri Mitsutada and Rei.

I am extremely sappy and sentimental. Also extremely thirsty. I am parched. Dehydrated. I just have a lot of feelings for these boys. If you have a problem with that, feel free to block or unfollow me. You don't need to be in my space.

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

Thanks for stopping by and reading this far! There's more information about my name and Rei under the cut below for the curious.

Feel free to have a look around and interact with me whenever you like! I’d love to hear what you think of my ideas.

All of my writing can be found in my blog directory.

Quick tags:

─── ･*☆･ﾟ Zayne, Dawnbreaker, Foreseer, Master

─── ･*☆･ﾟ Scenarios, Headcanons, Poems

─── ･*☆･ﾟ Vampire AU, LADS Soundtrack, Zayne Tier Lists

─── ･*☆･ﾟ Hunter's Diary, Glint Photos

─── ･*☆･ﾟ Zayne Favourites, Sylus Favourites

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪

A rough translation of my Saniwa username: 天狼星

This is the star Sirius, which roughly translates to "heavenly wolf star" in Chinese/Japanese.

I wanted a daimyou-style title for my saniwa self-insert, so it turned into Wolf of Celestia.

Don't be fooled by the name, though. I'm actually just a smol wet puppy burdened with feelings for boys who don't exist.

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

“Elara” is the name of one of Jupiter's moons. In Greek mythology, she is a mortal princess with an unfortunately lame story. But I liked the sound of the name so I kept it.

The pronunciation on wikipedia is EL-ara. I also accept el-ARA.

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓪𝔀𝓷

You may have noticed that I call him Rei in some posts and Zayne in other posts. Sometimes even in the same post, like this one. This is a very deliberate choice.

I first learned of his existence from Satou Takuya retweeting one of the promo videos for the game before it was released, so even before Day 1, I knew him as Rei. (And I was downbad for him without even knowing a thing about him.)

He is still Rei to me and always will be, but for ease of communication, I call him Zayne.

Long story short,

I call him Zayne when:

I'm referring to his character in general

I'm writing something meant for the rest of tumblr to reblog or engage with

I call him Rei when:

I'm referring to "My Rei", the Rei in my game, and the F/O of my yume ship.

─── Usually used in personal posts about my sappy feelings, not really meant to be engaged with

I'm referring to the character who is voiced by Satou Takuya and speaks Japanese.

─── Usually used to comment on SatoTaku's voice work specifically

─── ･*☆･ﾟ: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼

In my scenarios, I usually put dialogue and emphasized words in certain colours

MC is red because… put simply, that’s my colour

Zayne is always blue

Foreseer is always purple

Master is always green

But because tumblr is mostly in dark mode and I’m too lazy to add colours that aren’t on the default options, Dawnbreaker is usually red

Because if he were to choose a colour, it would always be hers

The only time Dawnbreaker isn’t in red is when MC is in the same scenario. In those cases, Dawnbreaker is the default text colour, relinquishing his colour to her

Because he would choose to be empty if it meant he could stay with her for just a little longer

That's all for now! I'll keep this updated if I need to add more links or information.

Final note: Yes my whole aesthetic is space and stars. Yes, my main is 10000% Rei LMAO I am so sorry Seiya

Dividers by saradika-graphics, cafekitsune

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WHEN ART TALKS: THE INTRO

When a girl meets a boy who sees the world as his playground, and she has to learn how to let others in her space.

if you would like to be tagged, please let me know! frequent updates will be coming soon after the character intros are up :) this is quite a lengthy post, but i hope you'll enjoy if you choose to stick around until the end.

BASIC OVERVIEW

GENRE: — romance

POV: — first person, present tense

STATUS: — rough first draft in progress

TROPES: — friends to lovers, opposites attract, slowburn, forgiveness

WORD COUNT: — making a last minute decision to (somewhat) start fresh because why not. starting at 0. will update this everyday :)

WARNINGS: — smoking. will update this along the way.

SUMMARY:

Aniyah Hope is a wishful thinker who wants more than what she has. As a reserved poet, she has documented her most inner personal thoughts and feelings inside her poem journals. Her poetry contains the most critical parts of herself, and exposing that to a world beyond her own is not a risk she’s often willing to take. So when Aniyah meets Noah Ford, an outspoken musician who proudly wears his heart on his sleeve, around the same time her journal goes missing, she initially hides further in her shell. What she doesn’t expect is how quickly she comes out of that shell, and the unexpected comfort she finds from what she usually shields herself from.

CHARACTERS, SNIPPET, PLAYLIST, AND MOODBOARD UNDER THE CUT!

CHARACTERS

ANIYAH HOPE has always kept to herself, finding more comfort in poetry than she ever has in people. She never wanted to cruise through life in the shadows, but she couldn't take another rejection of friendship due to superficial judgments. When she discovered poetry, she found the safe haven she needed to explore every little piece of herself. Because she couldn't connect with others as easily as she hoped, she'd put the pen to paper and write down all the things she wished she could say. Aniyah’s heart desires nothing more than to have these words spoken through a microphone. Unlike the boy who sees the world as his playground, she just isn't ready to let her guard down.

NOAH FORD has been on a mission to prove his parents wrong ever since he’s gone off to college to pursue music. His father always expected him to follow in his footsteps of becoming a well-respected lawyer, despite the countless times Noah emphasized his fiery passion for music. Instead of supporting his dreams, his parents brushed it off as a silly little phase he would eventually grow out of. It’s been a year since he’s gone no contact, his uncle and younger sister being the only familial support system. College provides him the freedom to make noise, to be reckless, and to meet a girl who has yet to experience the spotlight’s glow.

JACQUELINE TRẦN has never been the type to back down easily. She’s always up for a challenge, which often makes her appear intimidating to those on the outside looking in. Everyone in her life knows the opposite to be true, as she’s the kind of person everyone wants to have around them. Jackie is self-assured, loyal, supportive, and will be the first to defend those she cares about against any and all wrongdoings. However, taking advantage of her genuine kindness results in getting cut off with no hesitation. Now that she has her core group of people she knows she can rely on just as much as they rely on her, she pushes them to thrive and win, even if it means going beyond the safety net.

NADIA "EVIE" LOUIS has a curious mind that is eager to seek knowledge everywhere she goes. She isn’t afraid to let her curiosity take direction and lead, especially when a new opportunity presents itself at her front door. The world has too many offers for it to remain unexplored. As much as she enjoys diving into the unknown, she still needs some sort of certainty when it comes to her personal life. She has her future mapped out down to the last detail. With her ambitious nature, she puts in the work to show up on time for every milestone with ease. But not every meticulous plan is meant to be rigid when unexpected curveballs exist. When she can’t find the answers to her own crisis, she doesn’t shy away from finding help from others.

ELENA FORD is one year away from starting a new chapter in her life as a college student. She’s a go-getter that knows what she wants, and will find a way to make it happen. Ever since her parents have cut Noah off, she's made it her duty to sway their minds. She's had no success with it, and it bothers her a great deal. Ellie is used to getting her way— and in a timely manner— without having to suffer any consequences. Her persistence on the issue came with the cost of her relationship with her parents, which has left a strain that might never be repaired. Even though Noah has accepted the fact that he won't ever get his parents' support, Ellie continues her attempt to be the voice of reason for her brother and his future.

(VERY ROUGH) SNIPPET

Another silence falls upon us, and I come to the conclusion that our silence isn't an indication of the end, but rather an ellipses. It's a momentary pause for us to gather our individual thoughts and feelings. A continuation of savoring the moment without forcing ourselves to speak when it doesn't feel natural. The silence catches all of our spoken and unspoken words when they fall and speaks for us until we are ready to talk again.

PLAYLIST

Here's the playlist on YouTube for those who don't use Spotify.

MOODBOARD (coming soon!)

TAGS: @pixies-love-envy @honeybewrites ♡

[augentrust]

(wip game) I'm intrigued by Some Nights Are Very Long!

hello hello! [wip ask game]

this piece was inspired by running into this poem a few months back. a lot of my longer works start with a concept, but sometimes you just have to write a scene to get it out of your head, regardless of where it might fit in a larger fic. I don’t currently have plans for this one, but I keep it around in case it ever germinates into something 🌱

snippet under the cut! warning for lifespan angst

What is four hours in the face of a millennium?  Negligible, surely. Essek has tried to tell himself as much a hundred times and most nights, he can even make himself believe it. He can rouse from his trance and look down upon the sleeping human in his bed and feel nothing but well-worn fondness. A kiss to the hair, to the temple, to the cheek – sometimes earning a sleepy sound in acknowledgement – and then downstairs for tea and tasks better suited to fewer interruptions. If Essek is feeling particularly besotted, a return to bed with a book to page through until Caleb wakes properly.  Four hours is not so long, really, especially for a man who prizes his solitude. And yet. There are some nights – long ones, in the depths of Rexxentrum’s winters – where the hours stretch on forever. On those nights, he finds himself counting Caleb’s breaths, the uneven rise and fall of his chest. Finds himself carding through the gray in Caleb’s hair, eyes tracking as if expecting to catch it spreading. Caleb is a still sleeper, still in the way that elves trance. Still in the way that corpses lay. Essek hadn’t even known there were different ways to sleep before he met the Nein.  On long nights, he stares at Caleb and supposes he is meant to think: I love you. What it sounds like in his head is: This is horrible.  The number of long nights like these grow alongside the number of wrinkles on Caleb’s face. All Essek can do is stare at him as he sleeps, a self-appointed sentry to make sure that the candle flame of Caleb’s life hasn’t guttered into smoke without his notice. Some nights he feels mad with it. Don’t you know you are dying? he wants to demand. How can you sleep?  Caleb sleeps because he is tired. Because the animal of his body requires it in ways Essek cannot begin to understand. It is only selfishness that makes him want to croon softly into his friend’s ear, Wake up, wake up. I don’t know how many hours you have. I want them all. Say that he is no longer the young man who stole the beacons, but – regardless, in the darkest corners of his self, Essek Thelyss has always been, and remains, a thief.

[mooncello]

I haven't posted anything from my COBB yet because it is *highkey* psyching me out. I'm stressin'. I definitely overreached with this one. The first two chapters flowed out a couple months ago, and now I'm staring at my loose outline (chaotic plantser to the max) and wondering how the f*ck I'm gonna do this thing. Write, I guess?

It's so very different in tone and vibes from lost boys. So that's been fun. (Speaking of, I know I said chapter two would be published this week, but it's getting final artistic touches from @iamamythologicalcreature. Will publish when it's ready for y'all!)

Thanks for the tags @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe & @shrekgogurt. Love seeing your updates. 🩵

Alright, untitled celebrity AU snippet under the cut.

Simon POV, age 26:

Only the booze made me think of Baz more, not less. And then the weed made me horny and reckless. Then Smith turned up. He’s hot. I’ve always thought so, but never acted on it because of my brand. My straight, homespun, golden boy next door image that Davy created, and now I’m fucking handcuffed to it. Someone at the party started reading Baz's poem—the naff one some magazine published—solo cup in one hand, phone in the other, as she stood on a goddamn table, swooning over his use of simile or whatever the fuck, and I went mental. Found Smith in the empty kitchen and just ... attacked his face. I liked it. I liked kissing a dude.

happy april tags! xo

@best--dress, @bookish-bogwitch, @hushed-chorus, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @whatevertheweather, @valeffelees, @ileadacharmedlife, @stitchyqueer, @larkral, @emeryhall, @raenestee, @blackberrysummerblog, @shemakesmeforget & @orange-peony

[qprstories]

Hey guys! So, I wrote a poem a while back that I think fits the theme of this blog :). It's called (queerplatonically) in love

(its uh, under the cut)

hey

i’ve done some thinking

and i think

i’m in love with you

love is a strange thing to be in

vast and unknowing, 

stretching beyond the carpets of our imagination

a neverending blanket of stars

(some bright, some dim) 

we draw lines between and mark  

to make our way in the world 

love is a thing to be studied

charted

mapped

scribbled in never-ending pages and woven with endless thread

a tapestry of stars

and freckles

of grilled cheese sandwiches and little moments

of peppermint ice cream and all the things left unsaid

i love you 

i want to map it

if the skies of the world above us is love

than i suppose i’m an astronomer 

deciphering it

writing it down

making sense of something i can’t even touch 

connecting snippets that aren’t even mine

love, you see, i weave it

i take those pieces and weave them together on my own 

and hope it will be enough 

is it enough? 

is it alright? 

i don’t know

i don’t know 

because one day 

the stars came down and said 

you are not like us, dear child 

the warmth we have will never touch your skin 

fill your heart 

you must make your own light, little one 

for the kind we make is not for you 

and then they left

and now i’m here

under their sky 

trying to make sense of it 

wondering if i’ll feel their light someday 

wondering if what i’ll make will ever be enough 

can i make it? 

can i make something? 

can it be enough? 

will it ever be enough?

enough

enough? 

enough? 

sometimes

i set my quilts aside 

and i wonder

is this real?

do i want this? 

do i want this, i wonder

to be blessed by the light the stars told me i could never have

to feel the things i could never feel 

to fill my heart the way it can never be filled

or is it just a dream, a fantasy?

what does that light even feel like? 

would i recognize it, one day

if it shone down upon me with all its strength

would i know it? would i feel it? would i want it? 

is it maybe

perhaps

maybe

what i feel for you? 

i’ve done some thinking

and i think i’m in love in with you

when we’re texting i smile so much my mouth hurts

my foot taps

i spin around in my chair

it makes me giddy, i think

like butterflies 

(that’s what they always say love is like) 

i want to map it 

i want to decipher it 

i want to decode it

i want to know if it’s the kind the stars told me i would never have 

i want to know if it’s real

i want to know what it means

but

maybe i don’t have to 

maybe i’ve made my own light

somehow

maybe it’s not from the stars or anywhere else

maybe it means only what it means to me

maybe i just love you

and that is enough of that

[lexiklecksi]

Lexi’s random writing update

Dear fellow writers and dear readers,

This is my new random writing update! Hopefully, it will motivate me to write regularly and inform you about my ongoing writing projects. My top priority is finishing the first draft of my fantasy novel Drachenbrut. I also write social media posts and poetry, which are counted for my word goals.

Total words written (1.11–26.11): 4497

Words written for my book: 2990

Words written for social media posts: 1297

Words written for poetry: 210

Favourite line (poem):

My heartstrings play in dissonance.

Favourite dialogue (WIP):

This is an English translation, German original under the cut.

‘I was drunk and you shamelessly took advantage of it! You batted your pretty eyes at me,’ Talib gushes. ‘You batted your pretty eyes at me, too,’ I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. He can't withstand my gaze. ‘I'm not into men at all! I was just drunk!’ he shouts angrily. I stifle a laugh. ‘The way you kissed me back that night, you're certainly not just into women.’ Talib turns red under his tanned skin. ‘How dare you? Don't judge me, pretty boy! This is all your fault! I wish I'd never met you!’

Favourite snippet (WIP):

This is an English translation, German original under the cut.

I breathe in the fresh forest air and allow myself a moment of contemplation. Humming, I leave the beaten track and head deeper into the forest. You won't find mushrooms on well-trodden paths. Especially not mushrooms as rare as the felted yellow feet toadstool. I have to praise myself for a moment: I'm an excellent mushroom picker. But finding twelve felted yellow feet mushrooms is a challenge. I stroll confidently across the forest floor covered in needles. Gnarled trees raise their branches plaintively towards the sky. A few tree stumps and fallen trees make it difficult for me to walk on. A good sign! Where there is dead wood, mushrooms grow. A yellow mushroom in front of me looks promising. But when I crouch down, I am disappointed.

Tag list for my writing under the cut. Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.

If you have seen this post before, titled “Lexi's weekly writing update”: No, you haven't. Gaslight, gatekeep, Goncharov! Jokes aside, I can't understand my hubris. As if I could really post a weekly writing update.

German original of my favourite dialogue:

„Ich war betrunken und du hast es schamlos ausgenutzt! Hast mir schöne Augen gemacht“, sprudelt es aus Talib hervor. „Du hast mir auch schöne Augen gemacht“, flüstere ich und schaue ihm dabei tief in seine Augen. Er kann meinem Blick nicht standhalten. „Ich stehe überhaupt nicht auf Männer! Ich war nur betrunken!“, schreit er erbost. Ein Lachen entfährt mir. „So wie du mich zurückgeküsst hast in jener Nacht, stehst du sicherlich nicht nur auf Frauen.“ Talib läuft unter seiner braunen Haut rot an. „Du wagst es, über mich zu urteilen, Schönling? Das ist alles deine Schuld! Ich wünschte, ich wäre dir nie begegnet!“

German original of my favourite snippet:

Ich atme die frische Waldluft ein und erlaube mir einen besonnenen Moment. Summend verlasse ich die ausgetretenen Pfade und gehe tiefer in den Wald hinein. Pilze findet man nicht auf gut belaufenden Wegen. Vor allem nicht so seltene Pilze wie den filzigen Gelbfuß. Da muss ich mich kurz selbst loben: Ich bin ein ausgezeichneter Pilzsammler. Aber zwölf filzige Gelbfüße finden, das ist eine Herausforderung. Zuversichtlich schlendere ich über den mit Nadeln bedeckten Waldboden. Knorrige Bäume heben ihre Äste klagend gen Himmel. Einige Baumstümpfe und umgefallene Bäume erschweren mir das Weiterlaufen. Ein gutes Zeichen! Wo totes Gehölz ist, wachsen Pilze. Ein gelber Pilz einige Steinwürfe vor mir sieht vielversprechend aus. Doch als ich in die Hocke gehe, werde ich enttäuscht.

Tag list: @matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @alaskaisnothere @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @callmepippin @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken

[prince-liest]

I am literally checking your blog daily how the backflipping DUCK did I miss the recent snippet!?!?

It is genius. Bestest thing in the entire universe. I am filled with admiration for your skills. If I were home, I would be screaming into a pillow.

Just how do you make snippets this good?!?? Hahah♡ /pos

Backflipping duck got me, HAHA, thank you for that. Honestly, this entire chapter has been sitting solidly in "there's a lot of emotional fallout here from the previous installments of this series, and it is making me very paranoid about pulling both of them out of character," so I'm really glad people are enjoying the bits of WIP that I've been posting! Now that I've made it through a night out followed by an all-day party, I can sit, relax, and edit the shit out of it prior to posting so that I feel solid about it, hahaha. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 These kind messages have been fueling me amidst all the chaos, ehehe.

More replies specifically on the snippet under the cut! <3

okay I'm DYING over that snippet, alastor is going through a crisis not feeling comfortable with what they've been doing any longer and trying to figure out how to express that and one of the first things vox says when he breaches the topic is "I'm gonna dress up valentino as you and fantasize about fucking you anyway" like buddy!! all horny no brain asdfg they're both killing me omg - ✨

Vox was allowed like two seconds of healthy, genuine communication prior to the snippet I posted before I was like, "Hm, one sec, gotta remind everyone who he is," hahaha. He was, to be fair, mostly trying to be glib in that moment in a way that just didn't land.

Vox says "well it doesn't have to be literally you if you don't want" and Alastor hears "I've objectified the idea of you to such an extent that I'm going to go to such length to still realize my desire to fuck you" and oof.

Hi, anon who loves your writing snippets here 👋 Reaction summarized: “The Emotions They destroyed their cage Yes YES The Emotions are out” In other words: I am ready to be utterly obliterated. Hit me with the emotional weightlifting these two idiots are about to do. I’m rubbing my hands vigorously like a little creacher, a raccoon or common housefly, perhaps. On another note, so happy you’re getting off to a good start in your residency! As someone who’s been below the poverty line for most of their life, I know how thrilling it can be to look at future housing prospects. There’s nothing I love more than decorating a new space to make it feel like home :). I hope for the best for you these upcoming months!

Ehehehe, what a GREAT use of that poem. >:D The emotions really have finallly destroyed their cage. Time to face the music!!

And ahhh, thank you! Yeah, I've moved around a lot throughout my life (including switching houses weekly between my parents most of my life) and I feel like one of the ways I adapted to it was just being very gung-ho about decorating and home-ifying a place I'm staying, so I'm so excited to finally have a space that is All Mine To Do With As I Please without being concerned about roommates, etc, etc. And it won't be permanent, but I'll be there three years, and that's a decently long time!!

[zara-renata]

okay since poetry has become kind of a large piece in the recent sylus series (which haa been absolutely delightful!! I've loved seeing some that I already love, and learning about others!) I was wondering if you would share some of your favorites? poets, actual poems, or potentially full books? I'm especially curious if my local library might have anything you might mention :)

Hi there, thank you for this ask. I didn't really set out to make it a Thing to include so much poetry in the series, but I just kept stumbling across things that made me think this is Sylus, Sylus, Sylus, this is Sylus and mc; it's probably like when you're holding a hammer everything looks like a nail, and when you're obsessed with a character, everything reminds you of the character. I'm glad you're enjoying the inclusion of the poetry though, I'm really relieved that it's welcome and doesn't feel pretentious! Here are some recommendations under the cut.

My background, before I swerved into law, was classic French literature, so I've read a lot more French poets than any others: Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Valéry, Verlaine, Éluard. I think these are all valuable to read, and might be enjoyable as well in their translated versions, even if I don't think they contain the same vibe or mood as the Sylus series at all.

Aside from Adam Zagajewski's Try to praise the mutilated world, I also really like Great ships, which is where I got the title for one of the parts of the fic-here's a snippet:

And toasts were raised to a safe trip, to coming

                   times,

Toasts were raised, Alsatian wine and champagne

                   from France's finest vineyards,

Some days were static, windless, when only the light seeped      

                   steadily,

Days when nothing happened but the horizon, which traveled   

                   with the ship,

Days of emptiness and boredom, playing solitaire, repeating   

                   the latest news,

Who'd been seen with whom in a tropical night's shade, embracing   

                   beneath a peach-colored moon.

But filthy stokers tirelessly tossed coal into open   

                   flaming mouths

And everything that is now already existed then, but

                  in condensed form.

Our days already existed and our hearts baked

                   in the blazing stove,

And the moment when I met you may also have existed,

                  and my mistrust

Brittle as a faience plate, and my faith, no less frail   

                  and capricious,

And my searches for the final answer, my   

                disappointments and discoveries.

I just love the way Zagajewsky interweaves the political and the personal, because you can't separate the world from the intimate, no matter what privileged assholes will tell you. As the lovers are enjoying their trip on the ocean, and toasting each other, the stokers are still below, working hard, dying early deaths. And Sylus's wealth, his way of life, to me, lends itself so much to thinking beyond the intimate relationship, beyond MC's hangups and personal trauma, to the world beyond, and how the world at large mirrors the MC's inner world and vice versa. So I recommend all of his stuff tbh if you can find his collections in your library, because it's bigger than one heart yearning, and yet moves the reader with its references to the personal.

And of Faiz Ahmad (Ahmed? I keep seeing different spellings) Faiz, whom I only just discovered scrolling tumblr and then had to include it in the fic because Before you came was just too perfect for Sylus and mc, as well as Be near me. His work appeals to me in a similar way as Zagajewsky's, because of its references to the political, to the suffering of people, as well as the suffering of the lover, the mundane imagery made strange through human feelings.

Another poet I'm a huge fan of is Rainer Maria Rilke. His poem pushing through is perfect for people with grief:

It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.

I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief so this massive darkness makes me small.

You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you.

Also his sonnet Archaic torso of apollo and his prose, letters to a young poet collection, are wonderful.

Another poet I enjoy a lot is Louise Glück. Vita nova is an example of such vivid imagery that I just love. With just a few words, a whole rich scene. Just a snippet, about memory, of waking up after grief, of remember to live again:

You saved me, you should remember me.

The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the ferryboats.

Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.

When I woke up, I realized I was capable of the same feeling.

I remember sounds like that from my childhood,   

laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful,

something like that.

Lugano. Tables under the apple trees.

Deckhands raising and lowering the colored flags.

And by the lake’s edge, a young man throws his hat into the water;

perhaps his sweetheart has accepted him.

I've recently figured out that I've read and enjoyed poems by Mary Oliver without knowing it was her, and I hope to read more of her stuff soon. I've never read a Richard Siken collection but I have enjoyed every single poem of his I've stumbled across, and have been told that the Sylus series reminds people of his work. So you might be interested in those as well.

That's all I have time to tell you right now. As I think of and remember more, I might reblog this post from time to time with additions, because it's been a long time since I was studying literature and had the leisure to soak in poetry, and I know I haven't even scratched the surface of things I'd like to recommend to you since you're interested. But this will have to do for now. Thank you so much for this lovely ask.

edit: Pablo Neruda is a good poet to check out:

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII -> snippet

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

and e. e. cummings ->

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[words-after-midnight]

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[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Lyric Poetry Event Translation (Prologue + Day 1-3)

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lyric Poetry Free SSR Event | Prologue+Day 1-3 | Day 4-6 | Day 7-9 | Day 10-12 | Day 13 (Ice Flowers Date)

[lyr·ic po·et·ry] (抒情诗)

—typically a short poem meant to express personal emotions and feelings inspired by life

Translation under the cut!

✧ [Prologue] ✧

Delivery Person: Here is your package, please sign for it.

Lucien: Thank you.

I hear a sound at the door, pulling myself out of the sea of planning and peek out to look at Lucien.

MC: What's this?

Lucien: Recently, researchers from the Bioultima Research Institute went to South America for exchange. This should be the gift they sent.

MC: Wow! South America! Shall we open it and take a look?

Inside this package that traveled across half the globe, there is a postcard and several carefully packaged butterfly specimen materials.

Lucien: Looks like they swung by a butterfly farm while they were there and brought back some souvenirs.

He smiles and hands the postcard to me.

The postcard, adorned with three or four signatures, briefly recounts the experiences of this exchange trip.

MC: Receiving this gift feels like experiencing "a snippet of travel". It's as if you've journeyed along with them.

Glancing at the specimens in the package again, I just feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Lucien: Do you want to join me in making butterfly specimens and be part of this mailed journey?

MC: This is the journey that everyone from the research institute wants to share with you. Would it be okay if I join in "midway" like this?

Lucien: Don't worry, they won't mind at all.

Lucien: But what you said makes a lot of sense too.

Lucien: Since crafting them feels like sharing bits of experience, I really hope that the specimens we create together will contain only our unique "life snippets".

MC: (smiles softly) Looks like the Great Professor is sneakily changing gears?

I lightly poke his cheek, earning a well-intentioned raise of his eyebrows and lips in return.

MC: But now that you've put it that way, it does sound quite romantic to encapsulate our everyday lives into a specimen!

Lucien: Then let's get started on making one.

His tone is so natural that it catches me off guard.

MC: Huh? Are specimens something you just make on a whim like that?

Lucien: Broadly speaking, any object that has been processed and can be preserved for a long time fits the objective definition of a specimen.

Lucien: For example, a dried aromatic leaf placed in a sealed plastic bag could also be considered a specimen.

His words instantly scatter my thoughts in all directions.

MC: So… if we turn seashells into resin ornaments, would that count as specimens too?

Lucien: Since the purpose of making them is to record our lives, it's fair to say it counts.

Lucien: Looks like this lady is already starting to plan ahead?

MC: How about we start tomorrow and take turns bringing home something that can serve as material for summarizing our day?

MC: With more and more specimens, we can have our very own unique "calendar of specimens"~

MC: How many days should we collect for...

Lucien: Thirteen days.

MC: Hmm? Is there any significance to that number?

A gentle chuckle envelops me along with his warmth.

Lucien: Because the display case I'm planning to buy has thirteen compartments.

He holds his phone up to my eyes, and on the screen is a beautifully designed small shelf in the checkout interface.

MC: Pfft… So even you have those moments when you've resigned yourself to fate~

Lucien: But it really is the best-looking one.

Lucien winks at me quite innocently, causing me to burst into laughter.

I squeeze his palm, snuggle up to him, and together we pick out containers for storing individual collectibles.

Thinking about the next few days, where we'll be condensing our lives into tangible collectibles, fills my heart with unstoppable anticipation.

✂———————–

✧ [Day 1] ✧

I grab the little package that Lucien brought back, my heart brimming with anticipation.

What did he bring as our first specimen?

After undoing the straps, I open the packaging, and a hint of emerald catches my eye.

Lucien: Considering this is our first specimen, I've opted for something easier to make.

Lucien: These are leaves I picked up separately from the botanical garden, on my way home, and around the apartment.

Lucien: With each leaf I pick up, it feels like spring draws a little closer to you.

Lucien: If I were to describe what kind of life snippet it encapsulates…

Lucien: I suppose it would be “I can't wait to see you”.

Lucien's note: Leaves are one of the most common and easiest types of plant specimens to make. But beyond the convenience of making them, I want to share this exuberant vitality with you.

✂———————–

✧ [Day 2] ✧

The sunshine seems particularly bright today, so both Lucien and I wake up a bit earlier than usual.

After washing up, he goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast using the bread maker, while I take care of our little garden.

The morning air still carries a hint of coolness, and there is a faint fragrance of green tea and bread drifting from the kitchen to the balcony.

I fill the watering can with water, and as I lift my eyes, I catch a glimpse of a faint purple hue.

MC: Lucien—quick, come and see!

MC: Our hydrangea has bloomed early!

MC: Lucien, do you think it's really okay for us to cut down the first flower to make dried flowers?

Lucien: If you're worried about not being able to enjoy the flowers in the short term...

Lucien: There are several flower buds around it waiting to bloom. I believe your concerns will be dispelled in a few days.

MC: That's good to hear. I was worried we might strip the hydrangea bare.

Lucien: It's more accurate to say that our actions are helping to "lighten the load" for this hydrangea.

Lucien: By properly removing small flower branches, we can allow other flowers to receive more nutrients and bloom more brilliantly.

Lucien: When the hydrangea is in full bloom, would I have the honor of inviting this lady to set up a small table on the balcony and enjoy the flowers together?

Lucien's notes: Harvested the first hydrangea flower in the garden this spring. Hopefully, the other plants on the balcony will also catch up soon.

✂———————–

✧ [Day 3] ✧

I place the soft and fluffy feathers in my palm, gently poking them with caution.

Lucien: Lately, there have been many birds visiting outside the Bioultima Research Institute, but unfortunately, most of the time we only hear their chirping.

Lucien: They just left this clue on the windowsill.

MC: Pfft, is Professor Lucien inviting me to join him in searching for the true identities of the springtime songsters?

Lucien: Mm, and I also want to use it as a token, inviting you to my office later to listen to a "concert" together.

Lucien: With you around, perhaps the mysterious little birds would be willing to show themselves and interact with the "audience".

I smile and bring over a transparent storage box.

MC: Then I hope to have the honor when the time comes~

Lucien's notes: Thanks to these unknown songsters, they've brought everyone at the Bioultima Research Institute closer to nature.

✂———————–

Collect the beauty around you and him together and fill the shelf~

[grapehyasynth]

Wille and Simon are good friends and housemates, living together after studying together in university. Simon is making inroads in musical instruction; Wille aspires to be a poet but is struggling to make ends meet now that his parents have cut him off.

One day Simon is taking out the recycling when he notices scraps of paper with snippets of handwritten text on them, like abandoned lines from a poem. He always loves reading Wille's work, so he tugs it out. It's all heavily romantic, some of it bordering on cheesy and sappy - things like "you're under my skin but I like the itch" and "I thank the stars every day for you". He pockets it, not quite sure what he's feeling, and it's only later that evening when he unfolds it in his room that he can admit he's jealous. Wille is writing overdrawn romantic poetry for someone - someone who is not Simon.

He tries to casually ask Wille what he's been working on lately, and Wille is extremely cagey, all but confirming Simon's suspicions: Wille has a crush.

Several days later, Wille comes bouncing through the front door, tossing his things aside and grabbing Simon's hands for a poorly-executed waltz. Wille is wearing a suit and Simon's stomach sinks. Is this it? Has Wille just been on a date with his mysterious crush? Does Simon have to slowly descend into madness as he watches Wille fall h love?

Then Wille announces he's finally gotten a job - with a greeting card agency. "It's not ideal, but it'll pay the bills while I work on my - why are you laughing?"

Simon pulls out the scrap of paper. "I saw this the other day and thought-"

Wille hides his face in embarrassment. "Oh no. You probably were trying to think of a nice way to tell me it's all awful."

"No, I just assumed you were writing it for someone specific," he laughs, trying to tug Wille's hands away from his face. "That you had a secret lover."

Wille somehow manages to go very pale and blush at the same time. "Unlikely."

"Why is that unlikely?"

"Because - nevermind," he says hastily, and he snatches the paper from Simon and hurries away to his room.

Several weeks later, there is a card in Simon's mailbox. A card from Wille. Who shares the mailbox. Who in fact shares their apartment and could have just hand-delivered the card to Simon. He opens the card in the lobby of the building. It's from Wille's company, and inside it says you're the subject of all my best poems and that's no secret, lover. Wille has handwritten below that, I know it's bad. I hope you'll still go on a date with me.

He texts Wille, should I respond by post as well?