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#acotar poetry
copypastus · 12 days
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Day 2 of @tamlinweek - Poet
“We had contests to see who could write the dirtiest limericks while I was living with my father’s war-band by the border. I don’t particularly enjoy losing, so I took it upon myself to become good at them.”
What a nerd, I love him.
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mlmoseley · 5 days
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manifesting this ends up in front of the music director of the james bond/007 movie. or the fourth wing/acotar show? maybe??
i’m a person that sees the potential not the present.
wrote this one after constantly finding myself trying to fix people in relationships.
always seeing the best in people leads to me often overextending myself or giving more into a relationship than is being given to me.
this song is basically me saying I can’t do it anymore. I can’t heal you, i can’t fix your problems, i love you but i need to leave and heal now.
i think this song would be so beautiful in edits and i would love to see some of you guys use it!!! if you do use, please tag me 🤍🤍🤍🤍
i love u
[broken pieces- unreleased- written by me]
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orphicauroras · 1 month
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Gwynriel Weeks || Day 8 Poetry
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chaoticallymuse · 1 year
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CARDAN GREENBRIAR
"That is the problem. If she wanted to dance I would let her wreck the furniture. If she wanted to cook I would let her burn down the house. And if she wanted to scream I would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us."
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poems-to-read · 1 month
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Re-learn to value what was good, don't let the shine of the things that were good for you fade away. As for the bad stuff,
well blow them all up.
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year
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You know you are whipped when you start having dreams of fictional people
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deanepoetry · 5 months
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The entire universe would adore you as I do.
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prettyboy-vamire · 6 months
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Beloved mortal,
Your comfort is sweet to me. Rest your eyes.
Lay your head down upon my chest.
Sleep so hard you drool on me.
I will stroke your hair all night and whisper things into your dreaming ears that I cannot say to your face:
how I have loved you since before time in many forms,
how your fear of being alone is laughable to the Fates,
for any creature as rare and holy as you is surely destined for a great love. I have seen it.
Until that dawn, be gentler to your body. Lie down and breathe.
These are hard times to be human. The tenderness of your heart is proof of a warriors spirit.
You go into battle armed with love—as your chariot passes, the gods of war fold for your presence.
Your soul is known among the spirits.
In our world, you are more beautiful than you could ever dare to believe.
I will tell you as soon as you meet me in animal sleep.
Come to bed, little bird. Come to me.
Love letters of mortals and gods
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popjunkie42 · 11 months
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A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction
Find me on AO3!
Feysand:
Hate Me Instead 🌶️ - Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions? From Rhys's POV.
Eureka - A one-off where Rhysand finds something exciting in one of his dusty old books, and goes on a late-night research tear, much to Feyre's amusement. Nerdy Rhys wears glasses.
Books and Wings - A very fluffy sweet one-off where Feyre goes to the library in the House of Wind to ask Nesta for a book recommendation. Post ACOSF, the sisters work to build their healing relationship.
Present - Written for Feysand Week 2023. Feyre and Rhys have fallen into a comfortable pattern of training, bantering, and living life on the precipice of war and uncertainty. Rhys tries to enjoy their newfound domesticity while moving between the past, present and future.
One for My Baby, One for the Road - Five nights Feyre lost to the faerie wine Under the Mountain.
Enchanted, Enthralled 🌶️ - Vampire!Feyre is unleashed upon an unsuspecting Rhysand
Blossoming in Winter - (ongoing) A first Hybern war AU inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Lord of the Rings. Written for the ACOTAR 2023 Gift Exchange for @witchlingsandwyverns
ACOTAR Poetry
Under The Mountain
Thorns
Huntress I
Calanmai
Knight Errant
Also now find some of my Feysand fanfic recommendations!
I always welcome your thoughts and comments. Feel free to message me if you ever want to chat fanfiction. I don’t bite (unless you ask me to).
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azrielallanpoe · 2 years
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A Snowball's Chance in Hell
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Poem in plain text below the break.
Rhys' face was all surprise As snow ran down his cheek, If only he could use magic; His track record? It's bleak.
Cass can use a sword with skill; A bow? He topped the class. But when I caught him unawares, He still fell on his arse.
Who got me in the end? You ask, I'm not ashamed to tell; Nyx, at ten, in his first fight, His dad and uncles fell'd.
Happiest of birthdays to @impossiblescissorspeachpaper, you absolute gem. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. Love ya. 🖤
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arson-09 · 11 days
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Day 2: Poet/Warrior. The Wistful Creative 🖋️
An excerpt from the journal of Tamlin, filled with his poems-
-I spent countless hours walking my grounds, day in and day out, I saw the flowers and the trees, the bees and the sun.
And they all reflected my soul back to me. But now as I walk with you, your battle torn hand in my own, I find that the flowers have begun to sing and the tree’s roots dance beneath the soil, the sun seems to glitter in the sky and the bees produce more than twice their usual load of honey.
I taste the honey on your lips as we sit beneath the lilac tree, laughter echoing down the hills. How I love to be alive, how I love you, spring has always looked better at night.-
@tamlinweek Another page, albeit this one not as successful as i lost the ability to draw faces randomly (joys of being an artist) And a big thank you to my amazing friend @pluto-223 who did the poem for this piece, she had a character limit this time cause i had to write it out by hand💀 (and he may be making another appearance on one of the days…i have ideas that requires her writing skill)
Close ups+alt text of my writing below!
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nocasdatsgay · 7 months
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Erisweek2023 Day 4
From the Ashes the Wildflowers Grow
Chapter 4: The Hound and the Vixen
Summary: It was Eris’s turn to participate in The Hunt, Autumn’s own Great Rite which took place before the before the Samhain festival. Celeste is sent by her family to begrudgingly participate to avoid offending the Vanserras. She didn’t expect to be chosen. So when the great magic brings Eris to stand in front of her she accepts the gold apple. Then the magic entered her as well and it told her to run.
Word Count: 4052
CW: NSFW, rituals
Read it on AO3 here
Bonus chapter: Weathering the Flames
Summary: He was a fool. An idiot. Absolutely mad. He was all those things and more but he didn’t care. He needed to see her.
AN: This takes place after The Hound and the Vixen
Word Count: 2290
CW: NSFW
Read it on AO3 here
Masterpost linked here
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kaymegami · 5 months
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the way books are becoming fast fashion is actually criminal. there has been such a decline in quality of writing and storytelling over the past few years because publishers are focusing more on selling tropes and marketable scenes instead of the story in the book itself. it all depends on what’s trending and how easily they can sell as many copies to as many people as possible.
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letterstowilde · 1 year
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filthevoid · 10 months
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“What was it like? To love.”
“It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me.”
—Asterin Blackbeak, Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
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thatsoanjie · 6 months
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It would take the strength of a thousand supernovas to separate you and I.
You’re bound to lose me though. What will happen then?
Then I shall cleave through existences to find my way back to you.
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