#poems and rhymes

[the-ghost-of-asselus-cancri]

writing pseudonim:

[the ghost of asselus cancri]

ghost/asslesus/lus/cancri for short

age: over 18

gender: ???

preferred pronouns: [he/him, they/them, it/its]

my stance on pro ship and dubious content in literature (dead dove do not eat type of things): to be added

request form

what is allowed:

nsfw/mature ideas

angst, hurt no comfort

fluff, hurt comfort

rare pairings

self ship/self insert/oc x canon

polyamorous relationships (won't write polyamory for specific characters, which will be listed later)

platonic/sibling/(found) family relationship ideas

romantic relationship ideas

crack/joke/rare ship ideas

what is not allowed:

everything listed in my statement regarding pro ship and dubious themes in literature (tba)

non consensual sex (rape)

incest/twincest/step-cest (any kind of incest is prohibited)

paedophilia (and child/teenager molestation in general)

big age gaps (more than 5 years old, doesn't count, if the character is over 100 years of age and acts like an adult)

romantic relationships with characters, who are canonically older than 18, but look, behave and act like children (will write only platonic ideas for them)

male pregnancy and pregnancy in general.

[yesterdaysprint]

The Atlanta Constitution, Georgia, March 4, 1936

[monaluppo]

Wolves protect one of their own with claws and teeth like knives. Once you are part of the pact, they are the best allies.

Loyalty is crucial in a game of do or die. Your friends may betray you, but wolves always bond for life.

[panthermouthh]

And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

[welcomehome-orlakbarnett]

Love Enduring

What is grief but love enduring

I loved you with my whole being

And still my heart you are stirring

Though now you are beyond seeing

No longer can I wrap you up

In a tender and warm embrace

Or break bread together and sup

With your bright smile on your face

I cannot kiss your rosy cheeks

Or see your eyes crinkle in glee

My empty hand for yours does seek

So my gloomiest thoughts will flee

Memories of you I have carved

Into my heart on sacred stone

But my soul is fed and not starved

Because my love is like seeds sown

My tears water the wound that holds

The vestiges of you in me

Safely in my love I enfold

My eternal symbol to thee

My grief for you will never cease

But neither will my steadfast love

Your memory will bring me peace

You nest in my heart like a dove

[literallyjusttoa]

"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight

For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."

A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,

Listened to his families' terrible fights,

The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,

The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.

He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,

His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,

As decades passed by, it soon became clear,

The King saw his son as a monster to fear.

The Prince quickly followed every command,

Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,

Years of destruction with no end in sight,

This war would not end with a large act of might.

And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,

And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,

Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,

And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.

He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,

And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,

His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,

As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.

The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,

The sun never set on the first son of Greece,

He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,

Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.

There's only one role for which there are no rules,

So who is the jester, and who is the fool?

[printsofcats]

The Debt

Bob robs Peter to finally pay Paul,

for the five hundred dollars Paul loaned him last fall.

Bob felt ashamed but he needed the dough,

and knew that good Peter would not even know.

Paul gets the cash and is off in a sprint,

to pay back old Morris for the money he lent.

Old Morris is happy with money in hand,

and finds young Maurice to pay him as planned.

Young Maurice is happy with five hundred bones

and goes to his uncle to pay off his loans.

Maurice’s uncle is proud of the boy,

and heads off to locate his good friend Miss Joy.

Miss Joy is a helper who’s helped many others,

helped Maurice’s uncle and all of his brothers,

when all of them found themselves in a tight pinch

and Miss Joy was ready to help in a cinch.

Miss Joy takes a ferry to go and see Mary,

with all of the thanks that a person can carry.

She’ll pay Mary back for all that she borrowed

when Miss Joy was lonely and drowning in sorrow.

Mary herself had some people to pay,

and one of these people was her old Aunt Kay.

Aunt Kay gave her money to pay for her rent

because Mary found that her money was spent.

Since Aunt Kay was also a one in the red,

she went down the docks and she found Captain Ted.

The captain had given her five hundred dollars

so Aunt Kay could answer her IRS callers.

The captain went down all the streets of his town,

looking to see if old Bob was around.

The captain had owed Bob a small sum of money

that Bob floated Ted on the Sound.

Bob took up the money and squared up with Peter,

who never once knew it had left his two-seater.

Bob re-placed the cash and was off in a dash—

his fleet feet had never been fleeter.

So what is the value of money?

What’s the appropriate call?

For these ten quartets have balanced ten debts,

and no one paid anything at all.

[rzvera]

disco elysium / l'internationale, eugene pottier / history, antonio gramsci / sacred and terrible air, robert kurvitz / revolution, vladimir mayakovsky / words of a rebel, peter kropotkin

[definegodliness]

Silken-shut

With luck I'll see tomorrow's bright, Although for sure the sun will shine; I got entangled in a night Of dreamt up webs I can't untwine, And, silken-shut, these eyes of mine Still see, but only what will hide Within the dark I keep

Inside.

--- 31-7-2024, M.A. Tempels

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I would stay and listen to all your stories without a word,

Wipe away the tears that you’ve quietly endured,

I’d help and tend to all the wounds that could cause you pain,

Hold you close when your world is falling like rain.

I’d love you like those who truly knew love’s art,

I’d stay and wait anxiously while we’re apart.

But would it matter if only I was giving my heart?

[yesterdaysprint]

The Daily Worker, New York, May 4, 1927

[monaluppo]

What is Ravager Rush?

The Hermitcraft Server has been overtaken by a whole new kind of craze in the making.

Ravager Rush is the game of the season. (They don't call it Frogger for trademark reasons.)

The goal is quite simple: race to the end. Be quick and you'll get some Frog Coins to spend.

Everyone has great potential to win. When you're ready, let the challenge begin!

The road and the river can be quite deceiving. Avoiding the ravagers requires some weaving.

Size up the traffic. Don't lose the sight of oncoming mobs— Look out, to your right!

You barely dodged the beast speeding past. You have to be swift. Move forward steadfast.

It's not very wise jumping the gun. Instead, choose the right moment to run.

Take a step back and wait for the last one of the Sunday Drivers to pass.

Now is your chance! No time for stopping. Remember to keep on swerving and hopping.

And just like that, the road is nearing the end as you reach a small grassy clearing.

Here you can take a breath of respite. Until, a snake! Watch out for its bite!

You don't have much time to consider the path you should take, before crossing the river.

Skipping across a lily pad trail is a perilous sport: don't stop or you'll fail!

Head for the gates, keep your eyes on the prize and give it your all. Any less won't suffice.

As you're evading the frightening foes, you can almost feel them nibbling your toes.

Adrenaline pumping and pulse through the roof; in a panic—you clutch—and just make it through!

Congrats, you did it! If you reach more gates, you might get to run up the score.

If you can't manage to finish the track, it's alright— you can run it right back.

Everyone struggles at first just the same. Improving your skills is all part of the game.

You might want to practice with other sweats. Spurring one another is as fun as it gets!

Push your own limits or compete with a friend. Race through the course again and again!

...

Extra libel (/j):

In Ravager Rush, there's always a way for [insert ravager name here] to ruin your day.

You don't know the pattern like the back of your palm, if you get run over by Bdub's Mom.

You change the lane, and Tango's Cough misses. Instead, you bump into a load of Neck Kisses.

Do you really think you've practiced enough, when even the ravagers call you washed up?

A message to Hermits: sleep is just fiction. Give in to your crippling gaming addiction!

[timblrdrake]

roses are red

violets are blue

ah mon amour,

you acknowledge your two hands

but not your total of four limbs

there is still space come on tim

-love me pls, I volunteer to be your 3rd.

i’m sorry WHAT?

“your total of four limbs” LMAO? the answer is no but that’s SO FUNNY

i am very happy with my boyfriends- being polyamorous does not mean i’m actively looking for more partners

@officialbernarddowd @totally-not-a-farmboy look at this..

[niftukkun]

unguided hand, what is your crown?

individual images under the cut! ^_^

meteor, mars the sea, our world, the space between stars ticking time and the tool to cut it short a victor stands, beheld by the court

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 46: Flame for Pride Month

this one goes out to all the beloved flaming gays <3

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Transcript under the cut!

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Flame

flaming gay as in

dancing through fire

taking pleasure in fever

and joy in desire

our party has power

the dazzle of feeling

fabulous all over

not just for fun

but for soul

good sweet fire

not as in happy

queer as in a passionate

prideful

FUCK you

[kaywrites23]

Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.

Then maybe there would be an us

instead of just

a you

and

a me.