#wordsofmyown

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

📸? :)

I feel like you have very classical features if that makes sense? Almost timeless, you transcend changing beauty trends. You know those people who look like they belong in some other time period somehow? Something like that. You give stormy eyes energy, with a very coordinating and lovely dress sense.

Picrew here

[aymayzing]

Hello! Do you think could talk a little about the Inaczej WIP? Those one-word titles always get me 😅

Of course! Thank you for the ask!

Inaczej just means Differently in Polish and it's basically me trying to piece together 3 or 4 versions of In Your Heart Shall Burn that I've written lol. I did however figure out how to get it into another fic of my mine, not as a standalone. So if I ever post it, it'll probably be inside this bigger fic (that I still don't have much of). This lonely waddle through the snow is a lot for Lys, as being left alone in the snow brings back bad memories and it is very important to his character and to me personally, so I want it to be perfect. That's why I am never satisfied with any version of this quest I write, even though I really want to get it out.

Here's a small excerpt:

Lys heard that hypothermia, freezing to death, was not the worst way to go - one was supposed to fall asleep, then feel warmer for a moment and then it was done. His father told him that when he was young and asked whether his mom was in pain. Back then, it wasn’t much of a consolation and made Lys cry - it was, after all, a story of how his mother died and little Lys often cried when he heard about it. It only brought relief to the pain and sorrow he felt years later, when he was older. When he realized that maybe his mother’s death wasn’t as bad as some other ways to go. It brought some consolation now as well. His father’s voice ringing in Lys’ ears as he slowly drifted to sleep was nothing new. This time, he just wouldn’t wake up again.

But it wasn’t painless. Everything hurt him, especially his glowing, left arm, courtesy of the spell the crazy, ancient magister used trying to rip the mark - the Anchor, he called it - away from Lys. He barely felt his face, just the hot tears streaming down his cheeks, cutting his face as if they were little knives. He moved forward, still forward, but his legs wouldn’t bend anymore, his feet probably were popsicles by now.

The pain wasn’t just physical. The dying hope that he might catch up to Inquisition, the thought that they’re somewhere out there, not knowing what attacked them, what happened at the Conclave - this was torture. Lys knew he was the only person, who could warn them, but he knew he would not make it back to them.

Was it worth it? Was the pain adequate to the happiness? It wasn’t, not really. The pain, the terror Lys felt was overwhelming, but he knew he still got the better end of the bargain - and he was thankful for all the extra years, for all the people he got to meet.

[monaldus]

Catch up game

I was tagged by @wordsofmyown  (thanks <3 I love your blog)

Favourite colour: Sage green (me too!!!)...green in general + light blue + beige

Last song: “Au revoir les enfants” soundtrack= Link: https://youtu.be/LBJ3frAwguw

Currently reading: Marcovaldo by Italo Calvino + The Crisis of Parliamentary Democracy by Carl Schmitt (uni work lol)

Currently watching: Bridgerton (tv series) + yesterday I watched “Colette” (film)

Savory/sweet/spicy: definitely savory (I love pasta lol) + but I also like a little sweet in the afternoon/evening (mostly cookies/croissants/chocolate etc)

Currently craving: I badly miss my life in Paris - summer without covid - travelling - walks in nature 

Tea or and coffee: ONLY COFFEE. One in the morning + one after lunch. Strong and without sugar. 

Tagging forth to (no pressure): @tierseta @filigreefields @perpulchra @figues @darkwaves-strangetides @anilag @a-british-guardsman @histoireettralala   and anyone else who feels so inclined.

[lacertapelides]

WIP ASK GAME

Sorry it took so long, uni has been keeping me pretty busy! I was tagged by @johaeryslavellan !

Rules: Post the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you like.

I have so many big projects that I have just started, that have not seen the light of the day on many platforms. I swear I love to write plot rich stories, I just never post them anywhere because they aren't even 30% complete 😩.

Here they are:

Glass Ceiling (a poem)

A Case of You

So It Goes

Moonage Daydream(I will change the title!)

Canines (a poem)

I tag : @icarusandhissunflowers @wordsofmyown @whatisreggieshortfor @macandchenzie

[unclemoriarty]

thanks my dear friend @candysweetheart for tagging me to describe myself w 6 pics from my camera roll 💕

tagging: @why-things-go-boom @misfitmatrix @karamazovdmitri @coccinelle-et-chaton @theresadunn @wordsofmyown

[rdhnk9]

Some #wordsofmyown #badpoetry #iwrotethis (at Austin, Texas)

[asiriushoe]

i'll go first

And it gives me hope, hope which will destroy me, slowly gnaw me from the inside, until I will be nothing but a beating heart, bleeding and pulsing his name like a prayer.

sounds pretty decent (?) it's from this fic btw leave this blue neighbourhood

anyways, further tagging @doriantomybasil @poetryforbibliophiles @weltschmerzart @wordsofmyown @secretbouquetrebel @johaeryslavellan @glimmerofgold @c0sm0nauty @hoe-zeus @3am-thoughts-of-achilles @screamingintothevoid28 @macandchenzie @huffpasty @mistressaccost @dandelions-dancing anyone else who wants to <3

Writers & Poets of tumblr, what is the best line you've ever written ?

(( according to you ))

[permanentreverie]

Book asks: 11 & 16?

11. Did you ever read a book that changed you as a person or influenced the way you interact with the world? Cloak of the Light by Chuck Black, it really has totally changed my perception of the spiritual realm and how things and people are influenced in this day and age

16. Do you marathon-read book series or do you take breathers in between? Really depends on the series, I first read the entire PJO series in less than a week when I was 14, reading a book a day as I inhaled that series. When I was reading the Grishaverse trilogy, I took breathers to reread some comfort books in between just to take a break from the STRESS and high stakes

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

WIP Folder: The Girl and the Sword and Cyberpunk Orpheus? :)

OOOh thank you for asking!!!

The Girl and the Sword I talked about here.  So far I’m struggling with the themes a little, but it’s also going to be a little bit about forgiveness. 

Cyberpunk Orpheus: So this is a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice in a cyberpunk dystopia.  Eurydice is a worker at the Camp, an institution in the middle of some badlands, full of mines and radation and all sorts, and the only way there are the pods that are always taken.  Orpheus wants her back.  So he goes to the gods of the crime-ridden underworld, especially Apollo, to help him get back.  It is his singing that convinces them to help, his singing that brings air back into stuffy back streets and lets people look up at the sun again. 

He walks across the badlands with protection from the gods, some sort of technology, and he gets her back, and they escape, and it’s actually about alternate tellings for different purposes if that makes sense? the first time it’s told, written out, Orpheus looks back, steps on a landmine, and Eurydice is also killed in the explosion.  However, this perhaps turns out to be propaganda for the Camp to persuade people not to try to escape, and in the real version they lived a quiet life.  it’s about the ways in which we view our stories and our songs, and the point of our songs, how no art exists without a point.  I haven’t gotten very far, I struggle with the style, but it’s fun!

[johaerys-writes]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @noire-pandora and @pinkfadespirit this week, and by @juliafied @pikapeppa @elveny @lamburrito @midnightprelude @serial-chillr @in-arlathan and @dafan7711 for WIP memes last week, so I’m combining all into one! Thank you so much for thinking of me, I always love seeing what you’ve been working on!! <3

After writing the next few chapters of A World With You like crazy over the past couple weeks, I decided to take a break this week and focus on some of my other projects. I have literally *just* finished writing the next chapter of High-Flying Birds, which is about Patroclus and Achilles’ first night together in Skyros and- hoo boy. Intense greek heroic feelings all around, that’s all I’m going to say about it:

It is the smile that undoes me. The smile, always the smile: the mischief in the curl of his lip, the warmth, the flash of white teeth, a touch too sharp. 

He tilts sideways, rolls on his back on the bed, draws me with him. His hair is spread on the pillow like a halo, gold on gold on crisp white linen, strands clinging to his glistening brow. He is luminous, strong as much as he is pliant; god and not, man and not, mine and not. Liminal. Hovering in the space between human and divine, bright light that spills from his fingertips into the air between us, touching me. 

Beautiful, I think. So beautiful. I might have said it, too.

Now, time to edit and polish the heck out of it 😅

On another note, I have just started posting my Trevor x Alucard x Sypha fic Where Blood Roses Bloom (do I need a new WIP, do you ask?? No, probably not, but I just love those three SO MUCH okay). This is a little snippet from the next chapter, where Alucard gives Sypha a tour of his father’s library:

Sypha blinks, her eyes wide and sparkling as they sweep the rows upon rows of rolled up scrolls. She picks one up and unfastens its binding, her gaze sharpening as it focuses on the letters on the yellowed papyrus. “Fascinating,” she whispers under her breath. “This is… this must be at least two centuries old. This form here-” she points at the cluster of elegant shapes written in squid’s ink, “-I don’t think it’s been used since the twelfth century. At least.”

“Yes,” Adrian says, nodding absently. “It’s one of the more recent scrolls in my father’s collection.”

“Recent?” Her eyes are on him again- bright, intent, clear like midsummer day skies. Her lips widen in an enthusiastic smile. “There must- oh, there must be centuries worth of wisdom hidden in those shelves! There are scrolls from the ends of the world here. I wonder how your father came by it all. ”

“Sacked the towns and villages that kept them. Killed and staked those who’d written them.” He shrugs as he examines the vials on the nearby shelf. “Or so the tales go.”

Oh, Alucard. Ever the soul of the party. I love him so much <3

Tagging forth to: @solas-disapproves @faerieavalon @inquisitoracorn @aymayzing @fancytrinkets @schattengerissen @fandomn00blr @glimmerofgold @asiriushoe @wordsofmyown @nug-juggler @tessa1972 @tevivinter and anyone else who wants to do this! Really, if you feel like sharing your work, please do and tag me so I can see! <3

[alyhollywood]

Confessions of my Attempt at creating my own Song Lyrics

I really wish I had someone to collaborate with who could take this, tweak it a bit on words adding and subtracting, create the instrumental and decide on flow tune rhythm and sound of song then put it all together, them playing and singing in with me and creating something truly original, a melody of my own; all my words and expression of my inner beat out loud playing for those who I cross paths with without a second glance from day after the next. I've never created a song but it's something I will accomplish some day for eventually I will meet someone willing to show me the ropes and help me create a song to put out there for whoever bothers to listen that. It will be an incredible journey with whoever goes on it alongside me. Maybe it will be you? The lyrics: Let the tears fall down, Light a grit, like the flick, of my ashes Let the years fall out, let out Just live in this day, let's just live right In the now Babe we gotta get out, Let's leave this town Torch it down Behind us burns all that's haunted us. Each day As an in or is it out Oh those ashes, remains, what we torch Ignite flames like heart-wrenched torment I've carried as a piece of me inside For more then mere moments Lying in the past all that now,its blackened out Just a sooted cloud left behind In my mind. Just level the plains Listen to the words that I say my comparison maybe a bit smidgen, Darkened, hollowed memories cloud where my shattered time shall remain, I can't do it anymore Final act of re-creating who I am outsiders recognize I have become her yoww! Starting over I turned over all I know Blinking eyes, gazing forward into the sunrise Selected stare into blinding light I stagger ,going for ,unfamiliar to swallow me whole I need a new story with better times Along the lifeline I think we can find it if we just Now.... Let's leave this town Torch it down Behind us burns all that's haunted us. Each day As an in or is it out Oh those ashes, remains, what we torch Ignite flames like heart-wrenched torment I've carried as a piece of me inside For more then mere moments Lying in the past all that now,its blackened out Just a sooted cloud left behind In my mind. Packed alongside the girl I once was I carry that baggage out to the town line Final time I shall let myself select re-boot into a new woman I am a chameleon All attitude sprouting out alterations outside appearance and what I say aloud I can see her face New me has a reflection screaming Trials in command, behind her in the flames scorched away the life full of seasons Filmstrips of happiest times now bruises throbbing if replayed Stream from my face more tears then when people saw Reagan assassinated. Like his head my body hits down on the pavement ground within a milisec pure torture of remind all taken away that belonged or deceased no longer playing a role ,in my heart but etching Not living in the world I still walk Without a say in the matter i try to swallow A lump in my throat, try to keep breathing I force myself into a decision That it is best to not rewind the tapes anymore for replay in my new life It's time to let that suitcase burn today I will not survive the rest of my days I must allow my fresh exterior persona protect this cracked and dusty porcelain self Not even a choice to hold on to dreams that can't happen anymore, believing was meant for when they could come true before fHow cruel life twists memories with time from joyously cherished to crushed cringes to glimpse at this change i face dead on I was forced to become guarded, keep the mind on now Me? I'm living in only the day that is happening and presently real This is the revolution forward so as for those behind the pack Let's leave this town Torch it down Behind us burns all that's haunted us. Each day As an in or is it out Oh those ashes, remains, what we torch Ignite flames like heart-wrenched torment I've carried as a piece of me inside For more then mere moments Lying in the past all that now,its blackened out Just a sooted cloud left behind In my mind. Im just a badass chick locals draw up rumors to speak aloud They see me leaving you and all others behind As I flick my ashes down, boot stop to grind the filter into the ground Light out like on the one I was Because who I am now is ready to ignite the chaos and extinguish the flames others kept flickering against my skin in attempts to torch all that they envy. Time of years running ends now. Babe I've gotten out now all that's left is This lit match of mine set I started the torch down in this town.

[lunar-lines]

The mind spins, as time turns....

Queen of heavy hearts, bitter crowns worn with grace, As the sea held you captive I was of no opponent, to the forces of the world.

Each dawn that greets brings subtle reminders, annihilating anguish, the endless sensation. My nervous systems response, to losing something that cannot be replaced.

The blood of ink left unshed, I’ve not bothered with a pen in months.

For there are nights not even the moon wants to show its face. And there are nights I’d give all of the moons in the universe to see yours again, just once. With that look I knew so well, and the effulgence of your warm glow, Illustriously kissed beneath such delicate olive skin.

Thorns of blazing fire on wistful winter nights, why did you come hastily? like the swift breeze, just long enough to be felt afore dispersing amidst the cosmos.

Horizons at dusk, subtle waves crashing upon coastlines, the immensity of a two hundred foot redwood tree. The outlet remain inaccessible, to express the happenstance of nature The marvels in occurrence with each orbit, molecularly.

Galaxies upon galaxies left without explanation. Keep your ancestors close, darling, take these stars in your hand tonight.

Love, I came to the fruit of you childlike. In that adolescent wonder, it was your arms that encompassed this flesh of mine. Jovial radiance, springing to life deep within the earth of you.

Some write, Others live a life worth writing. Anything to pass the time, and eclipse this solitary fate But night with it’s luminous fixtures fade, as physics returns us each morning to dawn.

-unfinished words of my own.

[lizonmarz]

Drown me in your fears. Tell me exactly what you're thinking, no limitations. Let me visualize what your mind looks like with your bizarre metaphors and never ending descriptions. After all, I still think you're perfect.

[smiles-lies-blog]

#wordsofmyown #writing #rhymes (Taken with instagram)

[johaerys-writes]

Thank you @asiriushoe and @glimmerofgold for the tags!! The lines you shared are so so pretty 😭❤

OKAY so this is so fun but also very hard because I don't think I'm very good at delivering banging one liners, so I'm going to cheat and share a couple passages that I've written and I'm still pretty proud of :3 (I only looked through my Patrochilles fics for this one)

First passage comes from Chapter 14: "A Bounty of Hours" from my fic High-Flying Birds, and it's about (you guessed it) Achilles & Patroclus's reunion in Skyros:

I want to remember this, a part of me thinks as our bodies find a languid rhythm. I want to remember every moment of this; I want to remember the grip of his legs and the clench of his fingers, the smell of his hair —almonds and earth, pomegranate, crushed roses, his sweat, him — the way he whispers my name like a chant and I whisper his, until I cannot tell the difference anymore, as the heat in my core builds and builds: Patroclus, Achilles, Patroclus, Achilles, Achilles. I want to remember. I want to—

I want—

I—

A shimmering image forms behind my eyelids; light spills and boils over, pools out in all directions; I shudder. Tightly he holds me, lips pressed to my brow, and I am unravelling.

And the second is from the one shot Jasmine and Yarrow, which I still really like:

Atop his golden chariot, he is a god, a force to be reckoned with, a menace. He is the righteous sword that cuts through flesh, through skin and bone. He is the spear that always finds its mark, that pierces through armour, that wounds to the heart. 

The Trojans flee before him, blinded by their sun’s reflection on his armour made of gold and godly favour. They scramble away from him like ants; never fast enough. Their wails ring in his ears long after he has cut them down, swift and merciless like the scythe cuts through the thin stems of ripe wheat. 

It's a bit funny how these are both about Achilles in different ways lol, is it obvious that both I and Patroclus have a thing for the golden boy

Tagging forth to @lacertapelides @wordsofmyown @moonpatroclus @sunachilles and @hinterland-daisies if you have something to share, no pressure whatsoever! ❤

Writers & Poets of tumblr, what is the best line you've ever written ?

(( according to you ))

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

tagged by @wordsofmyown (thank you! <3)

Favourite colour: ooh it changed all the time but often orange and jewel green. 

Last song: I wanna get better - the Bleachers (the best song ever written!)

Currently reading: The Corfu Trilogy by Gerald Durrell and Water Water Everywhere by Emily Kimbrough. 

Currently watching: Buffy, TVD, Derry Girls, the Durrells, and a number of shows I haven’t quite finished but keep forgetting for new ones because I’m a tragedy like that. 

Savory/sweet/spicy: Savoury, although spicy has been growing on me. 

Currently craving: Sleep but also tomato soup. 

Tea or coffee: dislike both, expect for Chai, that’s very nice. 

Tagging @toswimamongthestars, @thebirdandhersong, and @contagiousgrace if they want to!