#help me finish my poem

[improbablyscreamingrn]

alas, this is the tragedy of living:

slow dancing with compliancy

in a lavender haze,

embracing deceit

in a velvet green smog,

kissing the lipless

under a withering mistletoe,

…..IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAYYYYY

#original work #original poetry #poetry sad #read my poetry #share my poetry #new poetry #sad poetry #help me finish my poem #help me #writing help #tips for writing #writers tips #help me pls

[cream-and-tea]

we’ll float away, but if we fall/ i only pray, don’t fall away from me

feelin emo about pallas and agnes again (<— constant state of existence)

#girl help protagonists from my book are making me inconsolable #i seriously don’t think i’m ever going to be over these two. like even after the trilogy is finished i’m sorry that’s just the way it is #they’ll be living rent free in my head FOREVER #also that poem. biting biting biting it i love it so much #and not just because it fits my ocs to a painful degree. which it does. #also fuck posting actual finished art we post messy sketches ONLY on this blog #(it’s bc i’m lazy and didn’t want to do lineart lol) #creme does an art #wip: ghost story #pallas and agnes

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Agnes edition

Who would have thought? 🤭

Agnes "Nes" Sigrún 🌑RO: James Corvin

Personality: sincerity // cautious // friendly // merciful Traits: heart // compliance // believer Past affinity: writing [horror stories] Primary ability: empathetic impressions Past susceptibility: receptive

☀️Fernweh: She never really thought about leaving Fernweh… It was her place, near her family and friend(s). She felt good there and assumed she’s gonna spend her whole life happily in this little town. Even if Fernweh brings back devastating memories, she’s curious about what’s happening in Fernweh now, in her true home. It’s always been her dream to work in Turn The Page, and during her ‘short’ stay in Fernweh, she started thinking about it again. Why not stay for longer…? She would love to carry on her grandfather’s work and bring his legacy justice. 

☀️Grandpa Jóhann: When she was young, she had an amazing relationship with her grandpa. They were completely honest with each other, and she loved him wholeheartedly. Some people thought that making her grandpa proud was her main hobby. She used to tell him all about her dreams that she had, which were always wild... and also about the nightmares… It took her by surprise when her grandpa, one of the most important people in her life, started being less involved. She was hurt and began to wonder if she had done something to cause the distance between them. His decision to move her out of Fernweh so quickly after this tragic event made a huge impact on her mental state. She needed time to cope and be with her closest ones, especially her grandpa...but after all she didn't blame him. She often heard that she looked exactly like her mother…like her grandpa's daughter... She assumed he could not look at her, without thinking about her... And she could not blame him for wanting to escape that pain. Agnes knew it was the best thing that her grandpa could do for him, and she accepted it, too eagerly. She always too eagerly took the blame for everything.

☀️Beckett Warrick: After what happened in Fernweh after James she had even more trouble interacting with other people and making new friends… However, Beckett was an exception. He was the first person who got to truly know her after the events in Fernweh. When she got the letter about her Grandpa, she considered hiding the truth from him, because she knew deep down that he would be there for her if she needed him… even if he would not particularly enjoy it. It's a good thing she’s such a bad liar… Her main concern is about Beckett’s well-being. She noticed that this 'little' trip made a huge impact on him. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and it’s because of her that he–... She needs to make sure that nothing happens to her friend. And she will somehow manage to bring him back to his home.

☀️Reese Verner: They had an unconventional relationship. Reese saw her as a rival, while Agnes thought of him as a friend. She was confused about why Verner, someone of great importance, would even look at her see her as a rival. She knew there were better candidates for his games. She had only one question on her mind - “why?”. Despite Verner's playful teasing, Agnes always remained polite and friendly towards him, even when he attempted to push her boundaries. Girl knew how to keep her true feelings behind a warm smile she still does. If I can be completely honest… Agnes was rather shocked that Reese still remembered her… and was actually looking for her, which sounded so unbelievably. His concern for Milton's well-being made her see him in a slightly different light. Of course, she already knew Reese had a good heart, but his behaviour really touched her. Additionally, Agnes noticed that Reese and James’ relationship became stronger and deeper… It’s for the best. James deserves someone as dependable as Reese. He will always be there for James. 

☀️Sofia Dorran: Their bond was formed over a shared admiration for books and... the color blue. It may sound funny now, but these things became central to their lives and deepened their friendship. Sofia was the first person Agnes entrusted with her writing, and valued her honest feedback, knowing that Sofia would not make her feel bad if something needed improvement. They frequently borrowed books from each other's collections. Agnes yearned for the days when she and Sofia had reading sessions together, sipping on their favorite beverage. The only issue back then was when the book ended poorly or their library didn't have any new positions for them to read. She's willing to know how Sofia's taste toward books shifted (if shifted) and how she changed as a person. She's also extremely grateful because her grandfather received constant care from Sofia and her mother.

🌑James Corvin: …Do I really need to tell you that James was her first crush? And that she never found the courage to tell him so? maybe now will be the time? Agnes and James were always together, wherever one went the other followed. They were inseparable. Agnes even used to bake oatmeal cookies for James with her mother's help. They dreamed of their idyllic life together. As friends, obviously. Seeing him again after all those years was much harder than she anticipated. Agnes felt overwhelmed with stress from the moment she stepped out of her car. Every time she heard his surname, she unknowingly flinched. Her mind was full of questions about his well-being, life, and changes. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be happy to see her. …she did manage to hold his hand for a moment, I can consider it as a success

☀️Alex Corvin: Agnes has always looked up to Alex for their adventurous spirit and their willingness to embrace life to the fullest. She has always wanted to adopt a bit of Alex' wild side. Whenever they are around, boredom and dullness seem to disappear. They both share similar values and support each other's life goals. If I would say which person Agnes was the most willing to meet during her stay in Fernweh that would be Alex. She was confident in their friendliness towards everybody and was sure that their kindness had not wavered. Agnes was touched when she heard that Alex was looking after her grandfather's bookstore… It appears that Beckett has a new admirer, which Agnes wholeheartedly approves of.

☀️Mal: Agnes has a sense that Mal might be suspicious, but she is quite naive and doesn't believe that he could mean trouble. Although she is wary of him and finds him a little untrustworthy, Agnes believes in being kind to everyone, and she is willing to give Mal a chance, not judging him by her own impressions of him.

☀️Goldie: Agnes is grateful that her grandfather had a furry companion like Goldie, who probably managed to brighten his spirits. She fondly recalls how her grandfather would tell her stories when he once had a dog, when he was younger and how his eyes would light up with joy as he shared his story. Agnes is committed to taking excellent care of Goldie and ensuring her safety.

#don't get me started how she is BLAMING herself for the situation Beckett is rn. she needs to go back for her theraphy sesions right away #that's why she went with him into the woods looking for Milton and not James even so she wanted to spent every single second with him :sob: #she's conflicted. being with James is something that she dreamed of but in her opinion he deserves someone better //obviously// #...that's why she's cheering for James and Reese lol. Look she just wants James and Reese to be happy and she can see how those two care of #-each other. She's happy : ) #she's an idiot 🙂 #is there a potential happy ending for the three of them..? maybeeee. we'll see what the story will bring 👀 #im totally confident that Sofia and Agnes had their own shared little library #Agnes wrote a poem for James when she was young but it wasn't really her forte. that's why she showed it to Sofia because she knew she will #-help her. //Agnes didn't want to tell for who it was but Sofia figured it out anyway. they both knew that the other knew but weren't- #-talking about it out loud. XD it was hilarious -- for me and I assume Sofia but Agnes was terrified. XDD// #....cough James never saw this poem anyway cough... #I have this headcanon that Agnes made up amazing horror stories that James was willing to hear (for a bunch of oatmeal cookies) when- #-they had a sleepover //those stories were from her nightmares but she never said that to James knowing he would only worry about her// #btw her parents called her 'little star' and James must have heard it and (maybe?) asked Sofia to make a necklace... Sun and Moon. #did you know that Agnes had her piece of the Sun as her necklace for the WHOLE TIME. but she hid it away under shirt... x"D she was looking #-if James had his Moon somewhere... but she did not see it. anyway she wears it always. #omg i finally made it. there's also one in my drafts nearly finished and three more to go. XD #sooo curious about book two <3 #fernweh saga #my art? #Spotify #oc: agnes sigrun

[creatediana]

"Junho" - an exercise in willow charcoal done 4/22/2024 in about 20 minutes of Lee Junho from 2PM

#this month it will be a FULL decade since i started this blog. but we were just a few short days #of making it 10 years without my kpop obsession leaking onto this sideblog. i thought we'd make it #i thought we'd make it but we didn't #my drawing #junho #2024 #2pm #lee junho #charcoal #willow charcoal #drawing exercise #i drew something else today but i'm saving it to post later #and i only wrote one poem today and it was crap. so here's an exercise #i like how most of the drawings i post to this blog are just beautiful men #it's overrepresented in my portfolio admittedly #im not exactly 'proud' of this but i do like posting my exercises now and then bc they are fun to look at #i find examining my rushed/practiced drawings to be a lot more helpful in spotting my own strengths and weaknesses #than finished drawings i put a lot of dedication in #with this one i can say that the nose is off-center and the skull doesn't go all the way around on the left #as much as it should. but since it's clearly not meant to be a fully 'good' drawing it's more forgivable #if i had slaved at this for four hours it would kill me to stare at that inaccuracy #also: this is yet another example of the 'diana likes to draw faces far more than clothes' style of portrait #it's not that i dislike drawing clothes but they are so much less fascinating to me #i could stare at faces forever. whereas fabric doesn't inspire me to craft every detail just so. #and it shouldn't. because fabric is far more forgiving than human anatomy anyway

[salovie]

Abecedarian Poem

Big thank you to my 9 year old and 6 year old for writing this with me! 💕

A bear comes down each fall

growling hungrily

into juniper.

Kevin (the bear)

lazily munches

near outthrust precipices.

Quiet reigns.

Sunbathing tansyasters

undulate via wind.

Explore ye Zion!

#poetry #lol this poem #my super great kids helped me write this #little did we know when we started it that it was about Zion National park #a place we have never been… #but researched cursorily for the details in this poem 🤣 #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2023 #prompt #write an abecedarian poem #in this one each word starts with each successive letter of the alphabet #abecedarian poem #I had this prompt once before and when I finished I thought: ‘phew I am glad I never have to write one of those again’ lolll #here’s my second attempt ever #and final if I have anything so say about it!!! #omg I was wrong this is the THIRD abecedarian poem I’ve written!!! ugh

[yellowheartz]

Tiktokers out there having the most wildest family lore out there while my family lore has all the sweetest and most beautiful poetic shit ever.

#what do you mean your grandparents met this or that or did this in the war #well MY family talks to their plants and paints and writes and sings songs and so goddamn sweet about it #im not phased anymore when my family drops wild lore on me #LIKE LIKE #i only get shocked when its actually such beautiful history #like fuck u mean this relative of mine sang songs and wrote poems and painted pictures of his beloved just to win her over #like fuck you mean they used to be farmers who were children that ran in the grass and played in the forests as kids #WDYM MY RELATIVES HAVE THAT CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS LORE #LIKEEEE #WHO CARES IF IM RELATED TO A NATIONAL HERO IM HERE FOR THE POETRY OF IT ALL #no bc my relatives loved children so much and valued family that they helped every child of their relatives finish schooling and even #supported them in times of need bc they wanted to be close with everyone not wanting to lose any one at all #its boring to be unhinged nowadays I WANT THAT LOVE GODDAMNIT #cupioromantic moments #yellow talks #yellow rants #fuck people who hate love and family or alla that bc they want to be sigma #i may have trauma from my family but i still want to experience the love they showed each other #goddamnit i want to grow old with my beloved and my siblings and grow flowers on my front yard too #gonna pin this bc its so important to ME

[holytrickster]

you know it's bad when kit calls loth arteloth fnfjjd

#loth being like “kit you could go back to inys” hurts me so bad dude #its like the freaking “go home sam” line in lotr to me i cant #on this reread i cant help but read kit as at least a little in love with him idk #i didnt think so and then i was hit with kit telling loth “what little piety i have i owe to you” like fuck my entire life #...and then he immediately goes “the knight of fellowship tells us not to leave our friends alone” FHFNDK OK. well played #i always relate to kit the most bc he's just Some Guy. kind of average sheltered dude just wanting to write his poetry #idk now and then kit has a line that scratches my brain right as a writer #like when he says to loth something abt how he only sees a finished poem and not all the thought and work kit had to put into it #i just think hes neat #probably not anyones favorite but i like him a lot #also i forgot how much i like estina #“you could try not to breathe” when theyre asking how to prevent getting sick in yscalin 😭

[universalsatan]

i am being gay again and makin yall suffer

so my Boy (as in, the guy i’ve been pining after for almost 5 years but have been talking more w lately and my friends Say he’s flirting back????) is somehow??? the ideal malewife?? i already knew that plants/gardening is his fixation (as an ND person that’s how i can best describe it), and when i went to his place ofc he has the most PRISTINE garden (and grows all these cool things inside too) with all these types of plants AND OH MY GOD THE RANGE OF VEGGIES AND FRUITS GROWING, but then turns out he’s an INCREDIBLE BAKER TO THE EXTENT THAT MY MOM WAS SO ENAMOURED BY THE BAKING THAT SHE SAID I NEEDED TO FIND A WAY TO MARRY HIM “EVEN THOUGH [SHE] KNOWS [WE’RE] JUST FRIENDS”. not to mention he also made me sweet tea and mac n cheese (but the way we both like it, as apparently—as does mine—his family makes it too Dry; it’s gotta be Soup)

and im sitting here like. okay i have a specific set of skills, but what do i need to work on to become the ultimate DAD, yknow??? like, i’ve been wanting to figure out building so i can eventually maybe in the future build a dream greenhouse (i’d say for me but i’d be lying if it weren’t for him), and i do more heavy-duty yardwork like mowing the lawn and trimming hedges and weedcutting and snowshovelling, and maybe i should bug my dad to teach me how to Really bbq properly, but what else is there????????

#also gonna mention these are the things that Specifically pertain to malewifery in my head #theres so much more but i am actively restrainiNG MYSELFJDJDKDKD #i think he also does lawnmowing but yeah. and i remember him mentioning that while he knows how to cook. he doesnt really know much about #bbqing as it’s something his dad takes care of #cause like. god. we’re both. well our lives are somewhat immersed in music #and i’ve Tried writing a love poem but it flew right over his head #i can Technically chop wood but also. we live in the city <3 #what elseeee 😭😭😭 ive been thinking about this ever since i finally went over to his place to do the baking #and it really was funny cause im very good at messing baking up so he did most of it while i watched like a helpful dog #and he was TRYING to stop me from cleaning up but at one point i just ended up working on the dishes #and im Very particular about the cleanliness of washing dishes by hand too #as he was running around finishing up the sweet tea and getting whatever pastries prepped for the oven #n e ways. 😔 #personal

[nootdraws]

Spent the last like 4 days grinding out that Fred and Tubbo art so now it’s time to return to my isolation while I catch up on the 4 days of prompts I didn’t do.

#not art #text #dies on the spot I suppose #this will help with me getting better at anatomy though #so after this I should find it easier to complete my badkids art :) #January 2024 is gonna be big. fh:jy and TMA protocol? wowee! #maybe jrwi fanart coming soon? idk #I also have multiple dsmp comics drafted that I sorta want to finish #but like I don’t care abt the dsmp that much #and I don’t want to attract fans of a series that I won’t consider making further work for #might make a sideblog for those comics if I go thru w it. #still looking for qsmp characters that match my poems so I can do comics for that #which cubito fits the brief…

[shock]

i want to hold my tongue and not share the depth of my opinions about the two-headed cow but it upsets me so much every time i see it, i really do hate the narrative of 'rooting for' an animal like this to live despite it being unable (and will be unable, for its entire life) to do the most basic of things life has to offer, even breathing, eating, moving, to prioritize the savior myth that everything can and should be saved, that every living creature should be treated this way as though its not one of the greatest mercies that we as humans have the ability to enact a quick and painless alternative to a slow and miserable life that ends in slow and miserable death on our livestock when they can't advocate for themselves, the ability we have as humans to see the research and make a prognosis and decide that the spectacle is not worth the extended misery, but this life is worth the dignity of a peaceful death we have the capacity to grant

because there is a difference between helping a baby animal in the first legs of life knowing it has a chance to have a quality of life worth fighting for, not a life doomed to be painful that we KNOW is painful knowing all that we know about animals who come with this specific type of physical abnormality, what we see on the surface is only a fraction of much more malformation and deterioration on the inside that we can't just decide is not happening because they 'look' fine, and what we see on the surface is already a life from start to finish without any experience an animal like this should have by virtue of being alive, with no life at all and no understanding of why it is going through this

the assumption that there is no suffering despite eating, breathing, moving never something that this baby will be able to do unassisted, despite knowing the longest a two-headed cow has ever survived was not even a year and a half and that record hasn't been broken in over thirty years, that's not even a quarter, an 8th, a 12th, a 15th of a cow's normal lifespan, and doubtfully much of that was pleasant or comfortable, and even if this cow does get to the point of being able to stand on its own, we can't ever know the full range of agony this animal is going through, all we know is there is and there will be agony, and we need to not see life as inherently successful or painless just because something is going in one end and coming out the other, that isn't what defines an animal's quality of life to me

the two-headed calf poem is beautiful to me because it's a miracle that something so rare (luckily) and so doomed could see one extraordinary thing before passing. the sky ceases to be beautiful when forced to live every day for the sake of social media's voyeurism, it makes me so sad that someone who raises livestock would put public attention over their duty to their animals ☹️

[alieanaa]

When Night Falls

When night falls, the moon comes out

But when the sun comes to play the moon hides away

The sun gets lonely and the moon feels sad

But once in a while when the moon and sun overlap, the sun has a friend and the moon is no longer sad

As they drift apart apon the stars, their rhythm starts again

....

You never see the sun break down, as it's always the light of our life

But every couple of weeks the moon is missing, its no longer reflecting the sun's light

And when the sun goes down at night, you trust that it will come back up in the morning

But eventually there will be a time where it doesn't come back, where the moon won't shine, and we'll be surrounded in darkness

#poem #i really like this one #my friend help me finish it

[ximerose]

throwing my book across the room burning it in my dedicated candle absolutely screaming

#; ooc. #WHY IS NO ONE AWAKE WHEN I NEED TO SCREM #would burning it get me some motivation to finish my fucking picture book tho #or get me some help revising that poem for class

[marvelsmylife]

Begin again

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel grants you your wish of being left alone for a while. The second the times up though, he starts his plan to win you back.

A/n this is the last part to Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t story. I would like to remind you that my requests are open (please try to send in fluffy or smut requests. I need to chill out on angsty stories for a while 😂😂😂)

Warning: fluff

Part One Part Two Bonus Scene

Clinging onto the hope you gave him the night of the dinner party, Azriel gave you the space you asked for and settled with giving you three weeks. He was still a wreck during those three weeks, but he spent that time planning the perfect way to win you back. When the three weeks were up, he set his plan into motion.

It started out small. He was leaving you roses by your front door with a note that included a happy memory you shared. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the memories he wrote down, from the first day you met to the first book he ever bought you just because he saw it and thought you might enjoy it.

You couldn’t believe he remembered the tiny moments you shared together and started feeling bad that you had been ignoring him for two years. You knew that any other male would have moved on if they were in Azriel’s position. Yet he stayed loyal to you, and while he was over the top while he begged for forgiveness he never once stopped fighting for you or your forgiveness.

He then resorted to the one thing he told Cassian he would never do, writing poems for you. Granted, they weren’t that great when he started writing them, but by the sixth week, he had you swooning by the time you finished reading the poem.

The best part was that he actually got help from some of your students. Every day, he would approach one of them and ask if they could hand you the poem and give you a beautiful set of either earrings or a necklace. The students would be excited that the spymaster of the night court asked them for a favor and were more than happy to deliver the poem, along with a few jewelry pieces.

Azriel would watch from a distance as you read the poem and held the piece of jewelry against your chest.

The next thing Azriel did was stop by the old dance studio you attended and properly apologize to your old instructor. He apologized for his actions and explained what drove him to do what he did.

Azriel was surprised when your old instructor accepted his apology and told him he would let you know that Azriel apologized to him. Of course, Azriel told him he didn’t have to do that, that he did it because it was the right thing to do. “The apology might be two years late, but at least you did it. Most males would never apologize in the first place, let alone an Illyrian male.”

Even though Azriel told him he didn’t have to, your old instructor stopped by your studio and informed you that Azriel apologized to him: “He seemed so remorseful for his actions. Do you ever plan on forgiving him?”

“I already have,” you confessed and started playing with the necklace Azriel had gifted you a few weeks back: “The thing is, I'm scared that he is going to resent me again and take his anger out my studio because I built a career out of something I’m passionate about. I love teaching dance too much just to go back to being the spymaster's mate.”

“Why can’t you be both?” your instructor pointed out: “Be the spymaster's mate AND an amazing dancing teacher.”

You went home that night replaying the conversation and wondered if your old instructor was right.

His big move came six months later. He had gotten wind that you were now providing private lessons for fae’s who were too shy to learn around other people. They would have to pay in order to receive those private lessons, but they were reasonably priced.

You thought others wouldn’t want to pay for private lessons after attending your other classes for free. You were surprised when all of your openings for private lessons were booked for the foreseeable future.

You were getting ready to teach someone late at night when you spotted Azriel walking through the front door: “Azriel! What are you doing here? I have a private lesson in five minutes.”

“I’m the one who requested the private lesson,” Azriel confessed: “Teach me everything you know about the thing you love the most.”

A smile formed on your face at Azriel’s request, and you were more than happy to oblige. You started teaching him the basics and were surprised at how fast he learned to dance. “Look at you,” you beamed at Azriel: “You’ll be a better dancer than me in no time.”

“Not possible,” Azriel stared lovingly at you.

By the end of the lesson, Azriel had his arms around your body, holding you close to him. He was enjoying having you in his arms after being denied it for years. “I’ve missed you so much, my love,” Azriel spoke into your hair before getting ahold of your chin and making you look into his eyes: “I am nothing without you.”

Azriel found himself staring at your lips and was tempted to lean in and kiss you, but he didn’t want to overstep and potentially ruin all of the progress he had accomplished thus far.

To his surprise, you were the one that pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t complain. As a matter of fact, he took control of the kiss immediately and had you pinned against the mirrored wall. 

You let out a soft moan at Azriel’s action and found yourself pressing yourself against his body, desperate for his touch. “I really am sorry for all the pain I have caused you these past couple of years,” Azriel whispered as he cradled your neck: “I never realized how much I needed you in my life until you left me. I was such a fool for saying such hurtful things to you.”

A small smile appeared on your face at Azriel’s apology: “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear you say. Thank you for apologizing and for all the flowers and poems you’ve sent me these past few months.”

“Can you come home now? Our house is not a home without you in it” Azriel begged, his scarred hands were now tangled in your hair.

“Yes, I will come home,” you replied before a mischievous smile appeared on your face: “But what do you say we spend the night here, just for tonight?” Azriel was going to question why you would want to sleep in your studio when you tapped on the mirror behind you. “You have always said it would be nice to fuck in front of a mirror. Well, we have one right here.”

“Have I told you how much I love you yet?” Azriel groaned before leaning in and capturing your lips again.

A/n. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a bonus scene with the reader, Azriel, and that mirror.

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#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

[crovatian]

of birds and men

you are a little one-legged bird that i met on my way to work.

you looked at me, eyes black and curious, and i paid it no mind.

but then i saw you again, and again, and again:

fragile yet strong, tiny yet fierce.

always wagging your tail to keep yourself steady, you walk amongst men, but aim for the gods.

"wouldn't it be funny if a wagtail killed gods?",

i thought and laughted, people turning their heads at that,

"it would be, it most certainly would".

who if not this petite bird with no preconception of higher powers and life itself would be brave enough to challenge it all?

what a perfect martyr.

so, i brought you some bread in hopes that i'd be accepted at your side, forever and always.

they are a big white-winged crow that sat at the porch of my house.

i was surprised, because, wow, a black crow with white feathers in its wings, how peculiar.

they didn't care for me, and why would they,

a dead pigeon was way more important:

it was food.

there is a lot of dead pigeons lately — with no cats to kill them though.

all cats are tamed now, they sit behind glassed windows and spy on you when you pass them or sleep between old wooden frames without a worry that they may fall:

cats are cats, they never fall.

so, they are a crow, sheen yet deadly and carnivorous.

i know that, technically, it is a raven — crows here have grey bodies, you know — but i like this little lie.

they were different, only coming back when they wanted to — if they wanted to,

without a nest, or at least it was not around my house.

this one would not kill gods, would not become a martyr.

this one would devour you and then ask for more.

so, at one point, i fell in love with them, hoping they would swallow this world whole.

oh yeah, «i».

i am a human.

a mere creature of flesh and angst.

one that watches birds and cries, when they take off,

because, like the black chapel on the white snow,

it knows, it knows, oh, it knows.

#writing #poem #poetry #prose poetry #prose poem #it's the final piece to my triad of weird poems #a myth #prince and beggar #and this one #but also rest well techno it's sad but you helped me finish this #of birds and men

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Aftercare. Fluff. Not smut but tagged as such for a few sentences here and there. Soft Scara

@notyashiro128 requested some Scaramouche aftercare from me via my inbox awhile ago. Bear with me, everyone. I am running on about 3 hours of sleep while I write this. I think quite a few of you guys wanted me to write something like this.

Scaramouche is quite unforgiving in bed. He really lays into you. He is a very aggressively passionate man. And the results would very often show themselves on your body.

However, don't think there weren't those nights where sex with him was soft. You always got such a unique balance between rough sex and soft sex with him.

His aftercare is surprisingly quite tender. This man will go to the moon and back taking care of you.

He will offer to run you a warm bath with salts, soothing oils, and scented bubbles. He was a fan of lavender. Plus, the scent would help you sleep. It why he primarily liked to use it. (Shhh, sometimes it helps him sleep to.)

He would get in the tub with you, put his arms around you from behind and hold you against his chest. He would rub the soothing compounds in the essential oils the heat of the bath water released into your sore muscles.

His kisses would be soft, and doting, his tongue soothing against any inflamed skin from his bite marks. More often than not, it would led to soft, equally as passionate sex. You would be trembling almost breathless in his lap.

Scaramouche is something of a king of massages. I mean, look at his beautiful, gorgeous hands and those drool worthy fingers. You would be on your stomach, pillows propped around you carefully positioned by him. His fingers would knead into your sore muscles. You would melt like butter, sighing in relief as he tended to your sore muscles. Let's just say you would be drooling, practically asleep when he was finished. He was very thorough with his massages.

If you wanted something to eat or drink, he got it for you. It didn't matter what it was, even if he had to go out to get it. And he always came back with some kind of treat, like chocolate. He always grumbled about that, though.

One of his favorite things to do while he waited for you to fall asleep (he always made sure you fell asleep first<3) was to run his fingers tenderly over the bruises and bite marks he'd made. You are a beautiful canvas to be decorated by paints of passion by him.

This man is and always be a cuddler. A clingy little octopus in fact. Prefers to generally be the big spoon. It makes him feel like he is protecting you while you were in a vulnerable state position like sleep. Basically, Fort Knox level protection.

If you wanted to talk, Scaramouche would talk about anything, even if he said he thought the topic was stupid. Please talk to this boy, he loves the sound of your voice. He will indulge you on any topic, even if it was something simple as you seeing a cat today.

He had a feeling he was going to hear the words, "Hunny, can we?" followed by the words cat and keep him soon. And he would relent because you called him Hunny.

Count on Scaramouche stroking your hair if you are resting your head against his chest. It may look like an absentminded gesture while you talked, but it was something enjoyed doing. He loved to hear the soft, content sigh from you as you curled into him more.

Essentially, you are the center of this man's world. He is rude, arrogant, egotistical, self centered, obnoxious. An experience to deal with. And Scaramouche knows this. But damn it, he loves you. And he more than shows it.

His aftercare is further extended into the next morning. If he had to get out of bed before you, and leave your side before you woke up (which he HATED probably more than sweet things), he would leave a little note next to you. Usually, it was a song lyric or maybe a line from a poem that reminded him of you.

You kept every one of them.

Before you fall asleep, you are guaranteed hear him say, "I love you," as he kissed the top of your head.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Tired, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 800~

A case that takes more than a week to solve usually tires Spencer out to the point that he's zoning in and out of sleep as he enters the apartment. This case was no different. In fact, he was so tired out from everything that the first thing he did was plop down on the couch after dropping his bags by the door. Usually, he'll take them to the bedroom and unpack, and usually, he won't start falling asleep two seconds after pushing his face into my lap either.

Moving the book in my hands over to the side, I peer down at him and smile with an eyebrow raised. "Tired much?" I joke with him, taking a hand away from my book and placing it on top of Spencer's fluffy hair. He tiredly groans in response to my words before turning his face up to greet mine, only to be blocked by the book in my hands.

"I see you've begun reading from my side of the bookshelf," He notes with an exhausted smile. My smile brightens as I look back at the printed words of the many poets and writers during the transcendentalism era. "It fell when I was dusting earlier, and I've always enjoyed poems and short stories, so I decided I would read it," I explain, placing a finger in the book so I don't lose my place.

Planting his face back into my lap, Spencer speaks up. "How far have you gotten?" He asks, his voice muffled by my legs. I look back at the unread page in my hands and look for my previous spot.

"Currently, I'm in the middle of The Birthmark by Nathanael Hawthorne," I answer. "Do you want me to read it to you?" I question him, smiling as I comb my fingers through his hair.

"I would love that," He tells me, his eyes closing soon after. As soon as I see him do this, I just know he's going to fall asleep within a few seconds. Nonetheless, I still begin reading it to him, trying to make him stay awake for just a bit longer by keeping my voice slightly raised.

"Such a union took place and was attended with truly remark- Spencer?" Not even ten seconds pass after I begin reading that Spencer's snores start overriding my voice. Looking down at him, I hold back a laugh before nudging his shoulder. "Spencer?" I say his name. "Spencer...?" I repeat myself, drawing on his name until I see him lightly jolt and wake up.

"Did you already finish?" He asks, his voice already groggy. This time, I don't hold back my amused laughter and watch as the messy-haired goofball stares at me, confused.

"Baby," I begin. "I barely even started before you fell asleep," I inform him, his eyebrows furrowing in even more confusion. Upon realizing it's the truth, he sighs before replanting his head back onto my lap.

"I'm sorry..." he apologizes, reaching a hand up to rest on my knee. He runs his thumb against the soft material of my pajama pants before eventually stopping, growing tired even with that.

"It's okay, sweetie," I assure Spencer, placing his book beside me on the couch before moving to stand up. Taking his hands into mine, I pull him up with me, causing his sluggish body to slump against me. However, Spencer quickly takes this chance to wrap his arms around me and hold me closer to him as he gently sways us in his hold. For a few moments, I savor his touch until the thought occurs to me that if he falls asleep and goes down, I'm going down with him.

"Spencer, honey, let's get you to bed," I murmur to him, receiving a small nod against my neck in response. Still, it takes a few seconds for Spencer to pull his face away from my neck and part from my embrace, showing me Spencer was probably enjoying our embrace like me as well.

After walking to our shared room with Spencer nearly stumbling behind me, I help him change out of his work clothes and into just his boxers before turning to grab him his pajamas. However, before I can grab anything, I feel Spencer wrap his arms around me from behind. "Honey, let me grab your pajamas," I tell him with a small laugh as he almost whines.

"I'm okay, baby," He murmurs as he nuzzles his face into my neck like earlier. "Let's just get to bed," he adds. I can't help but simply nod at his words before turning and walking us over to our bed. As I pull the bed covers over, I feel Spencer begin to place light kisses down my neck. "I'll make it up to you for coming home so late~"

Shaking my head at his sudden mood change, I smirk at him before helping him lie down on our beige sheets and pulling the comforter over him despite his weak protests. "Tomorrow," I promise him, moving over to my side of the bed where I lie next to him. Without a second to spare, I feel myself become trapped in Spencer's arms just as he succumbs to a deep slumber. Spencer's soft snores from earlier return within seconds, making me slightly laugh to myself. He's so tired, it's like he's drunk - hence the sudden want for intimacy. I think I'll have a talk with Hotch tomorrow; he needs to stop sending my boyfriend home half-asleep and unsupervised.

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