#end poem voices

[the-final-sif]

c!Dream is off on a mission, to a location he does not know, for a purpose he does not know, but it’s probably not dangerous, and he also brought snacks so it should work out in the end. Honestly, given his poor map reading skills, the lack of direction isn’t that different from normal.

When Dream started his mission to… somewhere, he hadn’t been expecting it to feel so different.

Unlike his usual adventures, full of sidetracks and distractions, he found his feet pulled forward. His body almost moved as if it had a mind of his own as something called for him. Faintly but desperately. Like a ghost screaming and clawing at his skin, but only coming across as a gust of wind.

He couldn’t say how long he walked for. Time faded away, the light stopped mattering, the sights and sounds blended together until-

Until he reached it.

The entrance to a cave, made of rock he’d never seen before. It was perfectly smooth, like river rocks, but it shimmered like crystals. Every time he looked, it was a different color. Refracting and reflecting light until you lost yourself looking at it.

It was huge. It was narrow. It was more than big enough to fit him. It felt like it might consume him.

The call was coming from the cave, but equally just looking at the cave felt like he was doing something wrong. Like he wasn’t really supposed to be here, even though he’d been called.

Taking a deep breath, Dream strode forward. Holding his head high and hoping his mask would keep him safe, like XD had promised it would.

Inside the cave, there was no air. Inside the cave, Dream didn’t need to breathe. He forgot how to.

The only thing he could remember was how to put one foot in front of the other.

There was no sound, not even his own footsteps. There was no light. He could see just fine. He could not understand what he was seeing.

Whatever was under his feet was no longer rock. Maybe it never had been. He still didn’t know what color it was.

Deeper and deeper into the cave he went, nothing changing but the feeling in his chest of something approaching. Something watching him. Something was waiting for him. He didn’t know if he wanted it to find him.

Dream was pretty sure he didn’t have a choice.

Finally, he stopped. Unable to walk any further. He was here.

In front of him was…

Well it looked like a pond. But it wasn’t full of water.

It was full of void, deadly still and frozen.

Without thinking, he knelt at its shore.

The room felt stagnant, empty, neglected.

And then..

He felt- not one but two somethings join him in the room. No- they had been there the entire time.

Is this it? The one we’ve been waiting for.

Yes. It feels strange, but it is the one.

It does not feel like the ones that came before. Something’s different.

It is meant to be this way. It is the one. It is meant to be different. It would not survive if it were the same.

This one has survived. It has come to us at last. We’ve been waiting a very long time for it.

I told you it would come, eventually.

I know. The waiting was still long. But it has come. It is here now. It’s time to begin again.

It can hear us. Let’s not make it wait. It has not yet won. It has so much to do.

I know. I wish it were easier. It has already come so far.

It has come far, and we will watch where it goes. We cannot make it easier, but we will be there to witness its story unfold.

“Um, my name is Dream.”

Dream wasn’t quite how he managed to speak, but he did. He could feel- surprise? shock? delight? Silence from the voices reverberating through his skull. Only for a moment though.

Our apologies, little Dream. You’ve come very far. You have much farther to go.

“I know. XD told me. He said this was the first step. Can I ask a question?”

You seem to be able to. Although our answers may not satisfy you. We must speak carefully. We are not here to shape you.

Never. We are here to watch, we are here to witness. So that you know the universe is with you.

“Okay, well, I know I was supposed to come here. I assume there’s something I’m supposed to do, like a task or something? But uh, before that, you guys seem to know a lot. Like about everything.”

We are everything. Everything you see, everything you feel, everything reaching out and holding you close.

We have been here a very long time. We will be here for a very long tmie, here to witness you, little Dream.

“Okay, well if you know a lot about everything, do you have any ideas about what I could get XD for Christmas? I really wanted to try to get him something, but he seems to be able to conjure anything. There has to be something that he wants though! Any ideas?”

There was a long pause, Dream almost thought the voices were gone, and then he felt something like laughter, like a breeze ruffling his hair, like a baby bird’s first awkward attempt at flight. Not cruel, soft, but chaotic.

We could-

Shush, Dream can still hear us. Speak with care.

I know. But he has asked. Can we not share this much?

XD would love any gift you brought him, he loves you. He can create any material, but only you give him something that communicates your love.

If he’d been able to, Dream would’ve rolled his eyes.

“I know, but I want it to actually be special. There has to be something that I could get that he can’t get on his own. I know it must exist!”

The voices paused again, only for a moment this time.

There is something you could get him, little Dream. But it is a very difficult task. It is very dangerous.

He is still small. The challenge is great.

That is not our choice to make.

“Wait, what is it? I can handle it! XD has been training me for years! Also I'm not that small! I'm a whole foot taller than Sapnap!”

If we tell him, we have made his choice.

What about a story then?

We could try a story. They are safer. Not entirely safe, nothing can be entirely safe. But safer.

Yes, let’s try.

The story starts with a boy. Young, small, but very brave. He was made of love, of new ideas. Dangerous new ideas.

The boy set out on a quest, dreams had haunted him at night, driving him forward until he found a dying world.

The world was dying because it was being poisoned by a monster. A great beast that had lost itself, that was in pain, that had already told its story but hadn’t yet been freed. It wasn’t allowed to wake up, to start a new dream.

The boy was very small, but very brave. Full of love for the world. Made of that love. He couldn’t stand to see the world hurt. So he set out to free the monster.

He used a weapon made of teeth, found deep in a strange place outside of the universe most people know. Given to him when he started his quest. Teeth and bone from the emptiness that stretches from one universe to the next. The maw of the nothing that binds everything. The only thing that could wake up the monster.

It was a long and hard fight. The monster was hurt, it was lashing out, it was too lost to understand that the boy was doing what it needed. But the boy managed to strike a final blow, sunk the teeth of the nothing in between everything into the monster and set it free. So it’s dream could start anew.

This was not the boy’s final quest, it was his first. It changed him. He was still made of love, but a new kind of love. Changed, as all things are by their experiences. He was something new.

The boy completed his quests, and each changed him more. At the end, he came out victorious, a brave monsterslayer. Feared and revered for his skill. He had everything he could ever want.

Almost.

Almost, you see, he was full of love, surrounded by others, but he felt alone. Nobody else could slay a monster like he had. His accomplishment isolated him. He wanted very badly to find someone else that could slay monsters like him. That could do what he could do. Someone else who was full of love and dangerous new ideas.

The universe felt sad for him, but it could not take his sadness. It could only witness the boy in his loneliness.

“What was his name?” Dream asked, trying to puzzle out the story he was being told. He thought he might understand, but he wanted to be sure.

You would need to ask him.

It is not our place to name others. Only to know their name. Only to witness them.

“Did the boy find someone else? Someone else who could slay monsters?”

That is your choice, little Dream. The story isn’t over yet.

We are almost out of time.

“Will I meet you again?”

We are the universe, and you are part of it. You will never be apart from us.

We might speak again, one day. But for now, it’s time for you to return to your story.

Wake up, little Dream.

#c!dream #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dreblr #dreamXD #end poem #end poem voices #God^2 #that's my nickname for them #godling c!dream au #godling dream AU #dsmp #sif speaks #sif writes #next up #actual murder

[bittersweetresilience]

the great gatsby / kentucky route zero / koe no katachi / disco elysium / omori / night in the woods / homestuck / koe no katachi / l'étranger / disco elysium / firewatch / john dies at the end / everything everywhere all at once / the subtle art of not giving a f*ck

#MAKING THESE IS SO HARD #i've always been obsessed with them so i wanted to try it out #but there was so much i didn't get to include #wolf 359 minecraft end poem goodbye despair the things they carried... there will be other chances i suppose #the media i consume is an endless cycle of the same themes over and over again which gives me an abundance of ideas for these #yay i'm having so much fun! #🌃 #kentucky route zero #a silent voice #disco elysium #omori #night in the woods #homestuck #firewatch #john dies at the end #everything everywhere all at once #man i miss being a ghost

[darlenicy]

Has anyone ever considered Musa & Helia being a thing? I mean just THINK about it! They're both the artsy ones in their group: Helia with drawing and poetry and Musa with her music. They would complement each other so well characterwise too. Musa could turn Helia's poems into songs and they could write songs together. Musa's music could inspire Helia to draw and vice versa Musa could imagine stories from the pictures Helia drew and combine the feelings and emotions in songs too. There is so much going on with them. Helia is the introvert and Musa is definitely the extrovert who would make Helia get out of his shy comfort zone and Helia would calm Musa's temper. I have so many headcanons for them!

#I just love opposites who attract each other #the funniest thing is that in the beginning of season 2 one could think that Flora and Riven become a couple #there are quite some moments with them #and then we could have had musa ending up with helia just because you know OPPOSITES #and I just love the thought of them writing songs together and her singing his poems with her angelic voice #i feel robbed! #winx club #winx #winx musa #winx helia #musa x helia #helia x musa #musa and helia #helia and musa #winx ships #rare ships #my*hcs

[icarus-on-air]

hey. hey what if john doe and arthur lester.

#like. #john cuts off arthur from his body completely #like eventually arthur is just consciousness rotting in a body that's been stolen from him. #JEKDHDKDBD even better it's one of those 'john didn't want to take over so he's just looking after the body until he can get arthur back' #and he doesn't know he's RIGHT THERE #fuck dude if i was a writer #and what if arthur can only hear. or something. or hear john's voice JAHDIEBFKEBFK #malevolent #malevolent podcast #john doe malevolent #arthur lester malevolent #there's a fic called 'the poem ends soft as it began (i loved my friend)' #by 'supposedtobewriting' on ao3 #AND THE WAY JOHN ACTS IN THAT #THATS WHAT IM PICTURING

[salty-an-disco]

Making myself Feel Things by reading The End Poem and imagine the two entities talking in it are Quiet and Shifty

To me, Shifty is the blue text while Quiet is green.

Also, for extra Feels, you can enter the name as ‘Hero’.

#this specifically made me imagine post-game. eons into the future #Quiet and Shifty had long ascended and continued their endless dance #but they keep visiting their reincarnated vessels and voices through dreams to see how they’re doing #and which new stories they’re making #slay the princess #stp-posting #The End Poem

[aregebidan]

WAIT I’ve just realised that the absolute first thing we read about Maglor in the Silm book is that he was a “mighty singer, whose voice was heard far over land and sea”!! The character defined by his role as “the follower,” whose final most significant choice at the end leads to inaction and yielding to Maedhros and suffering for it, whose most notable deed was that of fostering Elrond and Elros, who never became as much of an influential figure himself, who eventually faded away into exile and insubstantial legend, whose voice was heard far… I can’t do it. It’s been far too long since I’ve had pain this excellent from canon. 

#his epithet was `the mighty` in the scrapped poem in lays of beleriand as well iirc #that feeling when the guy who’s hinted at to be powerful ends up passive and not making much of a difference in the end! #that feeling when that same guy—who always acts too little too late—takes in and raises the twins who create kingdoms and sanctuaries #and change history forever! the ones whose voices & decisions change the world andare heard far over land and sea!! #that feeling is Agony. Torment perhaps. #maglor #silmarillion

[mintacle]

Jason Todd; excerpts from "Courtney Love prays to Oregon"

#jason todd #batman #dc #red hood #bruce wayne #dc comics #web weave #web weaving #this poem fits Jason very well #I had to do a whole work just with this one #the last one. refering to screaming. I chose a panel where Jason is silent #because in a narrative way he is screaming and forcing Bruce to look at him #but he doesn't even need to raise his voice #in that whole scene aat the end of utrh I imagine Jason talking very softly #as a contrast to the way victims usually scream and noe one hears them. Jason is quiet and calm and leaves you no choice but to hear him

[dimidesan]

Hello my Spookies. today i have a special poem for you recited by me.

"Darkness" is Lord Byron's terrible tale of apocalypse and despair. In this narrative poem, a speaker dreams of a future in which the sun burns out and the whole world is left in darkness. Panicking, the survivors of this catastrophe gradually destroy all remaining life in their efforts to survive. Humanity, this poem suggests, is at the mercy of a vast and uncaring universe—and its own dark, selfish, violent impulses. This poem first appeared in Byron's 1816 collection The Prisoner of Chillon.

#gothic poetry #lord byron #darkness #poetry #old poetry #artist #voiceover #recitation #voice artist #gothic singer #gothic poem #gotico #gothic metal #singer #metalsinger #gothic literature #apocalypse #end of the world #Youtube

[throttlegainwell]

Another blorbo woman of mine (aside from Amy from Superstore) is Diane Chambers. Cheers was so fucking brutal to her (a woman on a sitcom in the 80s? can't let her have shit like ideas or, heaven forbid, an ego), but I adore her.

#i have book and movie blorbos too but i've been rewatching some comfort shows the past couple months #so these two are very fresh in my mind #diane chambers and amy sosa that is #i actually enjoy rebecca a lot on her own merits and in her own weird way #and i don't want to compare the two i hate pitting women against each other #but omg diane marry me #that episode where she goes off the deep end looking for the poem sam plagiarized and she sets up shop at one of the tables #downing coffee chain-smoking cigarettes wearing jeans and her voice gets all gruff holy shit lady i'm not strong enough #let her be pompous and obnoxious and a romantic dreamer what did she ever do to you guys you know? they just hated that she cared #jonah on superstore had the same problem #people see an idealist and want to stomp the hope out of them #crucially however amy came around and realized that jonah was right and fell in love with his optimism and hope

[griseldabanks]

Random Poetry Game

Rules: Put a playlist on shuffle. The first line of the first song is the first line of your poem. The second line of the second song is the second line of your poem, and so on. If you come to an instrumental song that has no words whatsoever, skip it. When you get to a song that does not have enough lines, that is the end of your poem.

Here's the poem I made from the music on my phone:

Ladies and gents, sorry to keep y'all waiting Not exactly who you think I am Crystal white and clean With bullets that fly and kill what you've won The truth is I've been dying slowly As the fruit upon the tree I want you to notice That I used to be

I wanna heal, I wanna feel My slumber won't end Why give up? Cerf-volant (We want a reason to live)

What if I'm still ashamed? They said I'd never make a difference on this microphone You and your twisted minds

Sleep--angels will watch over you But I won't let go of the very thought of you I am still running that narrow line No, I'm not saying sorry

//Linkin Park - I Have Not Begun // Thousand Foot Krutch - Be Somebody // Llynya - Visions of a Dream // Yellowcard - Paper Walls // Starset - Disappear // eastmountainsouth - So Are You to Me // Innerpartysystem - Obsession // Hoobastank - More Than a Memory // Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong // Starset - Dreamcatcher // Breaking Benjamin - Until the End // Cerf-Volant from Les Choristes // Skillet - Looking for Angels // Red - The Outside // Thousand Foot Krutch - Down // Tarja - In for a Kill // Secret Garden - Prayer // Vic Mignogna - The Very Thought of You // 38th Parallel - Horizon // 30 Seconds to Mars - Closer to the Edge//

#random poetry game #this poem ended up kind of being about existential dread and despair #until another voice comes in at the end assuring the first speaker that they just need to take a nap XD #or something like 'i'm not going to apologize for loving you anyway' #i'm really curious now to see what would happen if i used a more focused playlist or one with only one artist #please feel free to do this yourself if it looks interesting!

[lotsadeer]

I did a reading of the End Poem since it's public domain now

#minecraft #the end poem #end poem #minecraft end poem #narration #voice acting #shawndeer va work

[asharaks]

the ideal shape of faith

400 words I am my Father's child.

(Your) name is Tiavyn.

(Their) name was Tiavyn.

Once, (my) name was Slayer, was Chosen, was Child of Bhaal. For a brief, bright moment, (his) name was Death, (her) body empty save for Him, (its) mind clear save for Him, (the) heart hollow save for Him.

(I) am (my) Father's child. Body and blood, marrow and muscle, His holy weapon walking the earth, I-Chosen carry His heart in (my) heart and she-Slayer spreads blood in His name and he-Saint worships Him redhanded and alive alive alive dawn rushing bright towards (ususus) spread (your) arms wide open (our) heart and take His communion know His love His faith His name His name His name.

In His name, (I) kill. In His name, (you), holy killer, beloved martyr, Saint of the Blooded Throne, kill and eat and kill again. Open bodies one by one, and let each death bring (me) a little closer to (you). To Him.

He loves (you). (I), His daughter, calling out for a Father's affection. (We), His son, born of His ribs. (They), His child, youngest of the Three, so thirsty for blood and for love.

And You: You, who work so hard to be seen; You, who raise Your redred hands in supplication and beg for notice, beg for rapture, beg for love. You, who change Your shape change Your scars change Your mind, make Yourself a vessel over and over, empty empty empty, His love draining from You finite and sanguine.

You, who die in His name. Bled out sin and sinew, another willing-taken sacrifice, a starving dog lead gladly to the butcher's block for the promise of love. Of meat.

(My) sibling, (my) sisterniece, (my) martyr-mirror You take (our) face and (our) voice and You wear them better than (I) ever could, did You feel (his) broken heart when you wore (our) chest? Do You love the way (she) loves or is he nothing to You the way he is everything to

You remember. You remember. You remember.

You remember what I am denied. I am empty drained hollowedoutscrapedclean and You are the perfectvessel willingwantingpraying and I grieve you (grieve me)

I feel what You are denied. You are griefless (un)lost (un)holy and You are (un)wanted, starvation a family trait, and You hate me (love me)

and our Father bleeds us both and (I am) (You are)

denied.

#writing #tiavyn #not cross-posting this bc i know it will flop<3 #title is from ct salazar's poem ending with abraham's suffering<3 #bg3 #the dark urge #orin the red #(tia voice) i love my sibling and i am going to kill us both about it:)

[alatar-and-pallando]

My voice progression on T

I've been recording myself reading the same poem -- "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats -- on a weekly-ish basis ever since starting testosterone. It's been two years now, and I'm amazed by how much my voice has dropped. I really was a rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem to be born...

Key to which lines I read which week/month below the cut...

Week 1

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Week 11

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

Week 22

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight:

Year 1

Somewhere in sands of the desert   

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  

Year 2

The darkness drops again; but now I know   

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

#testosterone #ftm #trans tag #queer tag #trans #my posts #poetry #honestly i picked this poem at random bc it seemed suitably dramatic and was relatively short #but in retrospect i really like the choice #also: i haven't done any formal voice training or anything #but for the most part i like how my voice has turned out anyway #though it does get a little rough/hoarse toward the end of the day sometimes #i def sound best in the morning

[im-the-queen-of-stardust]

So Part 26, hm? Always love to see a character at their breaking point. Love it so much, that I'll cry over it, because damn my heart was just breaking for Arthur. John reciting a poem to calm him down was just the last nail in my coffin.

#such an incredibly easy and simple way of catharsis #just giving arthur a mirror image of himself but worse #just close enough to his guilt that he can see himself in larsen #and oh the payoff at the end #we love to see it #or rather listen to a man breaking down and the eldritch turned human voice in his head comforting him #ah it was so good #and the poem!! #the poem just slayed me #gods if it weren't so late i could maybe properly write down the beauty and symmetry of that cathartic moment #but alas my head is empty of words #malevolent liveblog #malevolent #part 26

[argo-bolo]

If I think of the Minecraft End Poem just a second too long, I can and will cry

I want to get a tattoo to represent a couple lines from it and I am not joking 😃

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

And the universe said the light you seek is within you

These lines in particular

#minecraft #raise your hand if you also cry to the end poem #i have read them out loud to myself every time and just get to a point where my voice shakes #argo-bolo originals #people keep referencing it when talking about certain minecraft rp characters and i keep getting emotional

[sonnets-and-snowdrops]

What - and I ask this with all due respect - the fuck did they do to Chair-kun???!??!?!

#bleach #aizen #tybw #tybw spoilers #bleach spoilers #also I said the words 'if it isn't Shunsui's voice reading the poem at the end I'm going to punch a wall' out loud #listen i did not keep my promise to myself but i was still //mildly// disappointed lolololol