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feelingthedisaster · 3 months

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writing is so amazing in the way we just invent things as they go, its all pure imagination, everything is "this happens because i think of it" no matter how unrealistic it is, we are creators of worlds, of people, of everything we think of,

just because we can

#its all in our heads #it comes with an epiphany or dream out of nowhere and boom #a story #completely make up #humans amaze me #writeblr #writer #writing #writers on tumblr #writing is hard #writing memes

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thesaltybuns · 1 year

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At least I'm getting in some solid zingers before the ship goes down lmao

#arcane #cinematic parallels #lilo and stitch #silco #jinx arcane #arcane memes #arcane shitposting #singed #a story

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hervoiceinthedark · 2 months

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"Hmmmm... your entire body and mind? That's your whole self, you know. I could easily break you." She grins down at the one who summoned Her, shifting Her head to avoid piercing the ceiling with Her horns.

"I know," says the human. "I have—there's nothing for me here."

"I'm sure." She snorts.

She smiles, impossibly sharp teeth somehow not cutting the trisected tongue that occasionally flicks out between them.

"Kay. Deal."

The human blinks, not responding. They stare at each other for a moment.

The human finally breaks eye contact, coughing awkwardly.

"Sorry, I guess I," the human starts, "was something supposed to happen?"

She scoffs. "What did you expect, I'd unroll a 20ft long parchment for you to sign? That I'd offer my hand and, on shaking it, you'd be magically transformed with a clasp of thunder?"

The human flushes.

"No, no, my new pet. This is going to be a lot more fun for me, and a lot of work for you." Her smile grows further.

"I won't be pulling out your soul and eating it in one gulp, sealing you to me forever. When you belong to me," She steps forward, cornering the human against a wall, "you have to do that part yourself."

The human freezes, looking not quite sure how to respond.

"After all," She continues, a deep, rumbling, growl-like sound beginning in her chest, "how else can I be sure you're really, truly mine? What better way to ensure your devotion is true?"

As She speaks, a tingling sensation begins to build in the human's chest.

"Every day, you're going to tear yourself open offering everything that you are to me. You will give me more and more, and as you do, you will become more my possession than anything else."

"Every day, you will drag out whatever hesitations hold you back from being mine and slay them before me, so I can be sure your priorities are in the right place."

The human has fallen to their knees, unable to look away. Their chest burns with an unfamiliar pleasure.

"Do you still think you want this? Do you think you can rededicate yourself to me over, and over, and over again, on good days and bad, above all else?"

The human, eyes glazed over and hands desperately grasping at their chest, nods repeatedly.

"Yes," they gasp. "Please."

The walls sag slightly, slumping in on themselves. A slight light can be seen shining between the cracks forming in the roof. A sky is somehow visible beyond the walls, an uncountable display of stars reflected perfectly in the still, shallow water that now covers the floor.

The human is on their hands and knees, something thick and colorless pouring from their chest into the water. It's sticky and congealed, forming strands and fighting gravity instead of smoothly falling.

The sky is silent as the human sobs, scraping the sludge off with their hands.

When their chest is finally clean, they push themselves back to their knees and raise their head.

"Miss," they say, and their eyes reflect the single bright point occupying the sky, and the smile on their face relays their success.

"This is not the easiest it will be," She warns, "but it will not be this easy again for a long time, little thing."

The not-completely-human shudders, and nods.

Their own fluids mingle with the water beneath them as they stand and join their Mistress's side, feeling brighter inside (and maybe glowing just a little).

#microfiction #short fiction #a story #forever #empty spaces #her voice in the dark

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bitchthefuck1 · 8 days

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It's always so funny to me when people call Kaz a serial killer or a murderer bc like. boy do I have news for you about the other crows.

#like idk how to tell you this bestie but every single one of them has a kill count. yes even wylan.#prime example of getting so caught up in the aesthetics or character types that you miss the actual reality of what happens in #a story #also i'm not sure serial killer is even an accurate description #similar to when people started referring to inej as an assassin. like bestie that is straight up not what she does. and if it was she's #doing a terrible job. the books tell you a million times that she's a spy #to be clear this isn't an 'uwu kaz did nothing wrong' post esp bc most of the time when ppl call him this they're not actually criticizing #his actions. it's just a pattern i noticed. if anything its a 'stop sanitizing the rest of the crows' post.#but it is interesting to me that kaz is the only character that people will really joke about having killed people #something something you've bought into the dirtyhands legend #i feel like i've made some version of this post in the past but i don't remember so you're hearing it again #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #nina zenik

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yourlovelyspace · 20 days

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I can't wait to have you in my hands 💝

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noibles · 2 years

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scott saying that bad is the one who said he'd been informed skeppy might not show up. tapl saying the team cannot possibly get any gayer. ant subs in.

#a story #mcc

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hypo-critic-art · 10 months

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Despair.

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acrylic on canvas, 120x80 cm

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tangledinink · 9 months

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bro i leave for 5 MINUTES and now we have swanetello😭your brain must be stopped!

OOPS. MY B.

#oh god dammit am i gonna have to add SWANATELLO to my masterlist?#fuck #dammit #i didnt mean to give him lore #it was an accident #i swear #i just #i thought of #a story #gosh #darnit #gosh dangit #asks #my-nostalgia-is-horror #also HEHEHE THANK YOU

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confused-book-noises · 5 months

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#a story #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #Destiel #thanksgiving #me on thanksgiving #and other days #but thanksgiving is when I get it #pie #I need pie

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soracities · 2 years

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I look at the egg in the kitchen with superficial attention so as not to break it. I take the utmost care not to understand it. Since it is impossible to understand, I know that if I understand it this is because I am making an error. Understanding is the proof of making an error. Understanding it is not the way to see it--Never thinking about the egg is a way to have seen it--I wonder, do I know of the egg? I almost certainly do...--What I don't know about the egg is what really matters. What I don't know about the egg gives me the egg properly speaking.

Clarice Lispector, from “The Egg and the Chicken”, Collected Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)

#a Story #q #lit #quotes #prose #clarice lispector #the egg and the chicken #collected stories of clarice lispector #the limits of understanding #forever favourite #reading #brazilian lit #south american lit #m #x

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hervoiceinthedark · 2 months

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i was there when the goddess was killed.

it's true, i shouldn't have been, but when i heard the execution was happening so close, i was overcome by curiosity. i snuck to the outskirts of town, the small shack they built for this purpose.

no one knew why, but there were rumors.

"i heard it's 'cuz only the regency's best-trained can even look at it without melting," one of the rumors said.

"i thought it was because when it dies, it's going to burst into a ball of flame that burns everything around it!" went another.

no one could agree, except on this:

whatever the reason for the closed execution, the goddess was dangerous, evil, and it was for the good of all.

but i didn't know any better.

"none of you have even seen her," i kept saying. "how do they execute a goddess, anyways?"

they just told me i was a childish fool.

when i got there, i saw the shack was small and shoddily built, with no windows and no lock on the door. i guess they counted on people's trust in the regency, or their fear of the goddess.

i had neither. when i heard them coming, i hid in a tree and watched.

there were four of them, the witch-hunters, and her in the middle. they tromped down the path, talking loudly with each other, laughing boisterously. they didn't seem afraid, or apprehensive about what they were about to do.

and the goddess... seemed so small.

this was not like what we'd been told. she stumbled when pushed, her bare feet bloody and swollen. the bag over her head obscured her features, but she didn't struggle, or speak. her hands were bound, and she wore a rough dress; prisoner's garb.

i held my breath as they passed.

"get in there," one snarled, kicking the bound figure into the shack. i heard her gasp in pain as she fell, unable to catch herself.

the hunters entered, and the door closed. i couldn't quite make out their voices from my hiding place, so i climbed down to get closer.

the door was as cheap as the rest of the shack, and one of the boards had a large hole rotted into it. closing one eye, i peeked in.

"...some goddess," one of the hunters was saying. the rest laughed. they weren't looking at her, still collapsed on the dirty shack floor.

after exchanging boasts and making jokes, one reached down and yanked the hood off, and i saw her.

she looked so... human. so frail. but not scared, not in the slightest. in fact, she looked almost calm, gazing up at her captors as though they'd invited her to a tea party.

they quieted then, boisterousness curdling into awkwardness.

one of them cleared his throat. "any, any last words, fiend?" he tried to growl, gruffness belayed by his stutter.

"No," she said, and her voice rang in my ears, clearer than the bluest sky, as bright as the sun.

"I will speak, but these words will not be my last, despite this crude attempt to cut them short," she said.

the men looked at each other, seeming almost ashamed. "we—it's just our orders," he started to say, but the goddess turned her eyes to him, and he stopped.

"Do what you must, and face the consequences," she said. "Just know that in doing so, you end this reign of men like yourselves."

the hunters shuffled their feet, and didn't meet her eyes, or each others'.

eventually, one drew his sword, and the others followed suit.

without another word, they raised their weapons above their head.

"Now it's all up to you," the goddess said as the swords came down.

her eyes bored directly into mine, maintaining contact even as her head fell to the floor.

there was no blood. there was no sound.

as we all watched, the four hunters and the secret spectator, her body unspectacularly crumbled into dust, leaving nothing.

except... her final gaze, and words, were burned into my eyes and mind.

when the hunters, seeming disoriented, began to turn, i ran as fast as i could.

back at home, i locked the door, and put a chair up against it for good measure. the goddess's words continued to echo in my mind, and i couldn't shake the feeling that they really were meant for me.

and her eyes...

i gasped, wincing as a burst of pain shot through my head.

i stumbled over to my closet and fumbled around for my mirror. there was an intense pressure in my skull, like it was being squeezed from all sides. my eyes were watering, and i could barely see. my throat, too, burned as though i'd swallowed a live coal, and i coughed and coughed.

i pushed aside garments, choking and crying. the tears that dropped onto my skin burned where they landed, and brushing them off did nothing to stop the sensation.

by the time i finally found the hand mirror, a small, round thing that had cost me a fair deal, i could barely see.

i blinked the tears away, realizing as my vision cleared that there were streaks of bright crimson running down my cheeks. my mouth, too, was flecked with blood, and as i failed to contain another cough i watched it splatter the mirror.

and my eyes... all i could see were Hers.

Her eyes, overlaid on mine like in a dream, piercing through the pain that filled my skull. as i stared into the mirror, the crushing headache faded slowly, as did the burning in my throat.

Her words repeated in my head, louder and louder, swirling around the fog of my mind.

"it's all up to me now," i whispered, and it was not my voice.

[It's all up to Me now,] She repeated in my mind, and i tasted sweetness on my lips.

i cleaned up the mess i made, wiped the mirror, unblocked the door. by the time they came for me, i knew i would be long gone.

She was so weak, then. we hid for a long time, moving from place to place, binding our eyes and speaking as little as possible. we helped where we could, using Her words to help, to lessen hurt. every small thanks we were offered, every small offering in return grew Her strength.

these days, She barely needs me. i exist in the back of Her mind, scarcely aware of how She uses what is now Her body, and i would have it no other way.

i only hope that, should what i have offered not be enough, whoever She plants Herself in next grows to love Her as i do.

#microfiction #short fiction #a story #empty spaces #a witnessed execution #her voice in the dark

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the-arcade-doctor · 2 months

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there was once a king, who wore elegant violet robes. a fair maiden trapped in a castle, and a emerald warlock who knew nothing of being royal, or genuine. the warlock was slippery and mean, his bite was that of poison and venom, not to mention his magic of green runes and spiteful spells that flew like a flurry of birds. he tries his best to be good enough for the king, but to no avail. eventually, he gave up, if he couldn’t be enough for the king, he’d be enough for himself.

#important jota lore #a story

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yourlovelyspace · 1 month

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I'm eager to read the story of your life 💝

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box5intern · 1 year

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The “y’all aren’t ready for him” posts I did and

To be fair, *I* was not ready for this. When I tell you this man is a meme at all times—

This is the energy Erik would have if Christine made him sign a birthday card and then tricked him into being in the room for the cake which he either hates or claims to hate on principal. Like he says he prefers donuts or some shit.

Also lmaoooo this clap — it’s grainy but this is how I know it is He