#writers haven musings

[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

Thinking about Steve helping you wash your hair when you’re tired and overwhelmed. Thinking about how he cups his hand over your forehead and eyes as he tilts your head back into the shower spray to rinse the suds out of your hair. Thinking about the little soft things he would say as he’s doing it.

“There you go, just close your eyes.”

“Move closer, baby. I’ve got you.”

“All right, sweetheart, I’m here. You’re okay, I promise.”

[dsimsdecades]

For @plumbob-pudding's Henford Ladies College

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Romantic

Margaret Walker, an 18-year-old dreamer from Harlem, is on the brink of an exhilarating new phase. Endowed with a sharp intellect and a deeply romantic soul, she often seeks solace and inspiration in the pages of her notebooks. The only child of a charming jazz vocalist and club proprietor, Margaret was nurtured amid jazz's vibrant beats and captivating narratives, which profoundly influenced her creative writing.

Her father's club, a haven pulsating with soulful melodies and the stories of jazz legends, has always been her greatest muse. Despite the demands of managing the club, her father has unwaveringly supported her dreams, particularly after her mother's early departure. Understanding her potential to become a significant storyteller, he has vowed to fund her education at Henford Ladies College in England.

Filled with excitement and apprehension, Margaret prepares to leave the familiar comfort of her neighborhood library—her long-time refuge where she refined her literary skills—for the prestigious corridors of Henford Ladies College. Carrying the lessons of her Harlem upbringing and the rich cultural experiences from her father's club, she steps forward into her future.

How will her life's vibrant, eclectic influences in Harlem and the immersive jazz environment shape her voice as a writer abroad?

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

thank you for the tag, @flightlessangelwings 🥰💖

A Sunday Kind of Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader)

Safe Haven (Marc Spector x Reader)

Sugar (Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Night Moves (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) (and because it's a continuation of this fic: Good Neighbors Series)

Invisible String (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Honorable Mentions: Rich Girl (Driver!Jake/Rich Girl!Reader) & Softer (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

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[townofcadence]

I haven' said it in a hot minute, but I really appreciate you guys and I'm grateful for those who stick around and are here with me! Especially the writers here who send in things or just chat with me about characters in replies or send in stuff or just try and interact. I pretty often feel like my writing is poor quality and the way I write Artair comes across boring or unenjoyable? And it's a consistent feeling when I'm writing that I'm doing something wrong or my responses are uninteresting, even if I love writing with others. But instead of focusing on that feeling, I try to think about everyone who's been so kind and engaged with me and seems to want to write with me in some measure-- that even if I still have room to grow, there's still people who can enjoy the way I write now enough to write with me and seek me out and what I create. And I don't want to take that for granted. I appreciate all of you. And, in the same vein: if I write with you, it's a choice I make to do so. You didn't force me! I send in as much as I try to because I love engaging your muses more, even if I don't turn everything into a thread. The threads I do have, I treasure and I enjoy creating with you. I hope you know you matter to me and I think you're all amazing and I feel so lucky to be here with you! I know insecurity happens, but I think you're amazing and I love your characters, and every conversation we have. Thank you so much for connecting with me and being here!! <3

[littledollll]

Larissa Weems

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Suddenly the object of his musings spoke. "It's not at all as I thought it would be." "What isn't?” "The fairy hills. In stories people who are stolen away find themselves amidst pleasure and luxury. I don't think this qualifies." Did the other races have stories such as that? Anrikas would never have thought so. Then again, he never spent much time thinking about that kind of thing to begin with. But Kit was certainly correct about one thing – flights through the woods and eking out safe havens among damp and muddy ruins did not count as luxury. But of course it would not, this was not the fairy hills, wherever that was supposed to be. And Anrikas said so. "This is the real world. The world of man. It's you with the mien of the sea king's get that must've come from the kingdoms of the otherfolk." "We haven't even got a king," said Kit. They both needed sleep desperately, he knew, but anxiety would make that difficult. And Kit's sudden appearance was not something Anrikas could reconcile. It needed to be addressed. The entire problem Kit presented needed to be addressed. "How did you come to arrive here?" "I fell," Kit said, unhelpfully.

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Part 12

18+ ONLY 

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst

Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!

3 Months Later

Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers. 

“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.” 

She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it. 

“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies. 

You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does. 

“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles. 

“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit. 

“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made. 

The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been. 

You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out. 

She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness. 

Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.” 

“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room. 

“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room. 

“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning. 

You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines. 

“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself. 

“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both. 

“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have. 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down. 

“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”

He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first. 

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.” 

“Are you pro-”

“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.” 

“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing. 

You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can. 

Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him. 

By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.

He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his- 

He has to get this over with as soon as possible. 

He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else. 

Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him. 

“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth. 

“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable. 

“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage. 

“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”

“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.

“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?” 

Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control. 

“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.” 

“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”

“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue. 

“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.” 

You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.

 “Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest. 

There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done. 

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[butteronabun]

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My blog, my rules - it’s a safe haven for me! 

My writing blog may contain suggestive content, but not explicit NSFW! minors please proceed with caution, and know where you are in cyberspace. (in addition, i only interact with 16+, so dni if you’re any younger than that.)

I only write she/her or gender neutral readers, since that’s where i’m most comfortable with. 

Please don’t DM me out of the blue, send me an ask first for a head’s up! 

And lastly, be kind and respectful. Do not impose anything. Do not SEND hate - do not put down writers who indulge, and do not make fun of self–inserts or self–shippers. I do not tolerate this kind of behavior!

BYF

Regarding writing 

 Assume all readers and characters are aged up 18+, unless they’re specified for plot purposes.

I like exploring different types of genres (especially Fluff, Angst, Coming-of-Age, Crack, etc.), but please do not always associate me with what I write. I may try to delve in with slightly dark topics, and I’ll make sure to properly put disclaimers/cws/tags! 🙇🏻‍♀️

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[ofbatwoman]

time to plug the stray gods discord server again, but let me also tell you why it's the place you want to be if you enjoy the game more than an average amount.

in the stray gods server, we took the last muse inspiring people very literally, and now we're doing... just about ALL the things.

we are pretty active across all timezones. this means you'll always have people to shoot the shit with if you want to talk about the game (or other things).

we have dedicated channels where we're figuring out EVERY. POSSIBLE. VERSE. as well as song paths that give unique endings. as well as the "superior" (subjective) combination of verses.

do you read and/or write fic? we are big on fic. writers share what they're working on, we have a team of betas, we like to talk about fic A LOT. writers get showered in praise all the time.

we also have a lot of resources to offer them. we are well on our way to transcribing the whole game (regular text and songs). we have a map with all the pins. we have lots of ideas. and as stated before, we basically have a team of researchers at stand-by to help you dig up what you need.

but we have even more!! libraries full of screenshots of, oh, just about everything. need references for art or for writing? BAM, there it is.

what about playlists? yes. people inspired by the muse to record covers together? also yes.

we are even planning game and movie nights.

what about off topic chats, memes, places to talk about adjacent interests? for sure we do.

of course, you don't need to interact with all or any of those aspects. just wanna chill and only interact when the need arises? you're more than welcome to.

in short, this is my favorite thing i've been part of in a really long time. the server is full of passionate, clever, dedicated, funny people. it's a safe haven for people of all walks of life, but predominantly queer people.

you wanna be here, trust me.

[littlemisspascal]

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[roselightfairy]

8, 10 and 19 for the fic writer asks!

Oh thank you for asking! From this list of questions:

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Whenever I've "had" to write sequels for fics, it has been entirely because I've felt internally compelled to continue the story! Which is to say that a lot of my fics, even those that were supposed to be one-offs, already have sequels! But I do have a few fics that I've long wanted to write sequels for, but the must just hasn't moved me in that direction.

Love in a Time of Politics: I loved exploring this soft no-war AU so much, and these gentler, peaceful versions of the characters and their families. I've tried a couple of times to start an epistolary sequel to this one that is Legolas and Gimli getting to know each other better, working out a betrothal, etc., but it just hasn't had the real juice to get started (and epistolary is hard for me to write). But I would love to do it someday!

Full Moon (and by extension, Words Unspoken). Words Unspoken was actually supposed to be a one-off, and then Full Moon was already the sequel-prequel that begged to be written - but I left off the ending of the fic with a bit of a tantalizing sequel hook, and one day I'd love to write it!

Muse: Oh, the sequel to Muse is the white whale I'll never really accomplish. The premise of this story is so wild and out-there that I really wanted to try writing about Legolas from LOTR learning how to adjust to a modern life, but it got angsty really fast in my head and it also just didn't quite come together. HOWEVER! Artist @theycallme-ook did make an adorable comic series follow-up that I'm digging back into and kicking my feet wildly about, that you should absolutely check out!

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

This is hard to say! I've had stories I've picked up in stops and starts, and I don't know how complete a draft needs to be to fit this bill, but probably the two most notable stories for this are The Better Part of Valor and Haven. The very first scene of Better Part was actually one of the first pieces of LOTR fanfic I wrote, back before I was publishing - and it sat for four years. I assumed it was unfinished forever, but I kept wishing I'd get the right click to pull it back out and finish it, and finally that came along in the summer of 2021! Haven, similarly, was a story I wrote the first scene of back in the summer of 2022, and then finally got myself together to finish two years later after a lot of fandom journeying.

It's funny, because I'm running @goodintentionswipfest right now and encouraging people to post unfinished drafts, but at the same time . . . sometimes you really do come back to those stories!

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

You know, I'm actually not sure about this one! I don't tend to do as many research deep-dives as I know some people out there do (and definitely feel a little guilty about it). I've researched some strange things from time to time, but I'll just go with a mention that my ongoing splinter sect AU has been so inspired by my graduate work in cultural studies that it now has its own accompanying "inspired by" bibliography. It's not exactly a list of references, more just theorists and work that has inspired me spiritually, but I think it's probably the most research-intensive thing I've done. Also I read Pedagogy of the Oppressed recently for the sake of inspiration for something else I'm trying to work on within that universe (but also I should have read the book long ago), so I guess that does count as research!

Thank you so much for asking these! I had a ton of fun answering them. <3 I am happy to continue answering if others feel inspired to ask from the list!

[stocky2016]

(Please read this collab between Myriam and I as one of personal sacrifice. Myriam is currently not at all well, in fact hardly at her "creative best" and yet she still made a momentous effort and show# what a gifted writer she is in this piece. I hope you can find the time to enjoy our joint efforts.)

"Feeding your Spirit and Soul"

Discovering your soul

is my sole sojourn, my ultimate ambition

I feel your willing compliance

might be interpreted as an invitation.

You seem to respond to my gentle approach

the seductiveness of my suggestion

in now way a "pushy" encroach.

but your soul's illusive my search as yet inconclusive.

Is it a "cognitive" or an "emotional" state

I guess It doesn't matter really,

my attentions are to relate and discover

to caress and reassure you empathetically.

My motives are solely aspirational

totally pure to motivate and inspire your creativity

to add to your well established resources

that already produce such wonderful poetry.

I imagine your soul to be a haven, a resting place

it matters not where in you it might be located

A place of the most sensitively cushioned-velvet

offering a warmth and welcome, unabated.

When one day perhaps I 'm successfully sleeping beside you

and find the reality of what I'm looking for

you'll realise and share with me that unified privilege

that wants to mature and complete you.

In the soft glow of the starry night,

I want to slip into your soul in secret,

tenderly snuggle, surrender,

like a weary traveller finds shelter.

Let me wrap myself in your inner warmth,

and let my worries float away,

It's where time has no hold, where all is pure,

where my dreams and yours blend fearlessly.

I want to melt into the weave of your thoughts,

and lose myself in the meanders of your quiet mind.

Find refuge in the recesses of your being,

and fall asleep peacefully.

in the gentle embrace of our intertwined souls.

Where silences speak and emotions are revealed,

I want to find refuge, I want to surrender,

in the harmony of your soul, to fall asleep there for eternity.

31st January 2024

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© Geoff Stockton  in close collaboration with his remarkable co-writing Muse and poetess © Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim

[mayoayonnaise]

I have always wondered what it feels like to be the prologue, point of view, epilogue, end game, and special chapter in life and love. I've been watching and reading romance for as long as I remember, and doing so raised my standards quite a bit. so I tried writing instead, making myself as the one being loved, and treasured, the end game of each piece. I became the writer, making the people I love the muse of each of my pieces.

they say when a writer loves, they love deeply and truly. they understand your flaws and love you even more because of them. their words can make you feel like the most important person in the world. they give importance to both your strengths and weaknesses.

a writer’s love is patient and understanding. they know that life isn’t always perfect and that everyone has bad days. their love provides a safe haven — a place where you can be yourself without fear of judgment. in their eyes, you are perfect just the way you are.

that’s why I envy those who are loved by a writer. I’m always the poet, never the poem.

I thought being a muse would remain as a dream to a writer like me. I never thought that I'd be loved, that I'd be treasured, and most of all, be the muse of someone. it was a new experience, an enchanting experience, unforgettable. I have become the prologue, point of view, epilogue, end game, and special chapter in life and love by someone. what does it feels like to be loved by a writer? oh, it's so magical, you'd think that you're in a dream. I used to only dream of myself being in one of those romantic movies, or books, but now? oh, that dream of mine has come true.

perhaps it is true what they say— to be loved by a writer is to be immortal. you’d live for a lifetime in their poems. even when you’re gone, their words will keep a part of you alive. their love will echo through their stories, touching the hearts of others and keeping your memory alive.

being loved by a writer means being seen in a way that few people ever did. it’s a love that is detailed and profound. this love transforms ordinary moments into extraordinary memories. this love makes everyday life feel like a beautiful story. I love this feeling.

being loved by a writer is a gift. it’s a love that never fades, a love that lives on in the words they write. I never expected to become the muse of a writer, but here I am— the poem of a poet. it’s a gift, a treasure, a love that transcends the ordinary and reaches for the extraordinary.

[chronicallypoetic]

Fuck Your AI

An ode to Tumblr Higher Ups, OpenAI and MidJourney

When you open your mouth; may the shit you spew "we accidentally queried private posts, deleted musings, unanswered asks - sorry, we were too busy on our backs, taking Benjamin up the ass" choke you, silence you: may your users leave again, in droves - may your stocks follow you s i x f e e t below alone; for only those so unloved - even by their mothers - could conspire a betrayal while so unbothered;

a userbase so dedicated, stayed despite ever-changing hands, stayed despite the sheltering of Nazis, stayed despite censoring of queers, stayed stayed stayed. This site, once gave the lonely virtual hands to hold; a safe haven for communities disparaged by the norm - how we've long placed roses within the bones of what once was; how they've rotted, the smell of decay is overwhelming, now.

Fuck your AI. If you support AI using the work of artists and writers like myself, you're in support of theft, specifically theft that often effects underprivileged individuals who use their craft as a means to survive. This post is inspired by Tumblr recently admitting to selling our data to Open and Midjourney without gathering consent of the userbase. They have retroactively added a feature to opt out of this - but they themselves say there's no guarantee our data will be scrubbed. Wholeheartedly, find other sites to use. This has been a sinking ship for a long time. The captain just threw us overboard.

[collapsedsquid]

But for all Mr. Lewis’s political idealism, there was also something undeniably invigorating about conspiracy culture. This was a scene free from the stifling hegemony of sensible mainstream thought, a place where writers, filmmakers and artists could explore whatever ideas or theories interested them, however weird or improper. This radical commitment to resisting censorship in all its forms sometimes led to decisions that, from the perspective of 2023, look like dangerous naïveté at best: Reading countercultural material from the 1990s can feel like navigating a political minefield, where musings about the North American “mothman” and experimental poetry sit side-by-side with Holocaust denial. Conspiracy culture was tolerant of banned or stigmatized ideas in a way many of our interviewees said they found liberating, but this tolerance always had a dangerous edge. Still, Mr. Lewis looks back nostalgically on days when there seemed to be more respect and camaraderie. The aftermath of Sept. 11 and the war on terror presented, he said, a threat to citizens that the conspiracy-friendly left and right could unite over. Now the rift between the two was deep and vicious. He felt as if the ideas that had first attracted him to conspiratorial thought had been “weaponized,” pointing people away from legitimate abuses of power and toward other citizens — the grieving parents of Sandy Hook, for example — and at times involved real-world violence. When I asked Mr. Lewis when he first heard of QAnon, he told me a story about a family member who’d sent him a video that began with what he saw as a fairly unobjectionable narrative of government abuses of power. “I’m nodding my head, I’m agreeing,” he said. Then it got to the satanic pedophile networks. The conspiracy culture that Mr. Lewis knew had celebrated the unusual and found beauty in the bizarre. He had friends who considered themselves pagans, friends who participated in occult rituals. “The vast majority of them are not blood-drinking lunatics!” he told me. Some of his friends were no longer comfortable talking about their beliefs for fear of becoming targets. Others we interviewed told us similar stories: about a scene that had once felt niche, vibrant and underground but had transformed into something almost unrecognizable. Greg Bishop, a friend of Mr. Lewis’s and editor of the 1990s zine The Excluded Middle, which covered U.F.O.s, conspiracy theories and psychedelia, among other things, told me that as the topics he’d covered had become more mainstream, he’d watched the vitriol and division increase. “You’d see somebody at a convention who was frothing at the mouth or whatever, figuratively, and that’s changed into something that’s basically a part of the culture now.” Joseph E. Green, an author and parapolitical researcher, described how in the past, at conferences he attended on conspiracy topics, “there’s always a couple of guys in there who will tell you after they get familiar with you that the Jews run the world.” Mr. Green had no interest in such ideas, nor did he think they ran much risk of going mainstream. But somewhere along the way, conspiracy spaces on the internet had become “a haven” for the “lunatic fringe” of the right wing, which in turn spilled back into the real world.

It used to be more fun man

[kcwriter-blog]

Allow Me to Introduce Myself

Since I have writer's block where my day job is concerned, I thought I would get the creative juices going by typing up an introduction to my account.

Full disclosure. I've had a Tumblr account for years. I've never used it for anything other than looking at the gorgeous artwork. I am not conversant in tags or the etiquette. Apologies if I make mistakes.

So why now? I recently became obsessed with a game I picked up at GameStop for the low, low price of $7. You guessed it. Dragon Age Inquisition. Another disclosure. I'm new to gaming.

My daughter was never into video games so we never bought a console. I had no idea what I was missing out on. Last year I bought a PS4. I tried a few games and settled on Skyrim and Mass Effect as favorites. All I really knew about Dragon Age was that BioWare made it and people that enjoyed Skyrim also enjoyed Dragon Age.

I loaded the game and instantly fell in love. I bought the books and looked into playing the first two games in the series. No luck as I don't have a gaming PC or Xbox and can't afford either right now. Maybe in the future.

I also instantly fell in love with Solas. I knew romances were an important part of BioWare's games so I looked up the love interests. I inadvertently got spoiled and knew who he was before I played. I was not planning to romance him at all.

I got through the tutorial and began making the NPC rounds in Haven. Since Solas had saved my Inky's life (elf mage) and seemed to know the most about the Mark, I started a conversation with him. Let's just say I squeaked out a very audible, "oh no," during that conversation. I was hooked and I knew it. He was so smart, so erudite, so confident, so witty and so handsome. i knew his voice actor was one of my favorite characters from Torchwood and that added to the appeal.

I tend to hyper focus so I set about learning everything there was to know about Solas - which is when I discovered how much a lot of people hated him. I got the whole betrayal, dooming the world aspect but not the dislike of his baseline personality. It wasn't until I read some posts on Tumblr that I got it. He codes as ND. Everything people say about him, people have said about me. It isn't true about me and I don't think it's true about him.

I'm in Solavellan Hell and I know it.

I don't really have anyone that shares my obsession with the game or Solas. Most people I know played the game a long time ago, never took Solas with them and have moved on to BG3.

So I'm on Tumblr enjoying everyone else's amazing artwork, stories and ramblings. I don't know how much of my own musings I will add to them. I generally don't like putting myself out there in cyberspace.

Im looking forward to learning from others just as obsessed with the angsty elf as I am. Greetings!