#i am singing now while rome burns

[southslates]

when does the next chapter of "i am singing now while rome burns" come out?

I have an exam tomorrow lol, but I'll finish and edit it tomorrow after that hopefully :)

#i am singing now while rome burns #anon asks

[boudicca]

haha it's nothing bro i just had this really weird dream about you don't worry. yeah haha it was crazy... we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want so i said what do you want sweetheart and you said kiss me

#here i am leaving you clues i am singing now while rome burns we are all just trying to be holy my applejack my silent night just m

[tinogiehd]

https://www.tumblr.com/georgieeehd/720685581286457345?source=share

WHAT WIP

bodyswap :]

#I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU...WE WERE IN THE GOLD ROOM WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY GETS WHAT THEY WANT... I SAID WHAT DO YOU WANT SWEETHEART #AND YOU SAID KISS ME HERE I AM LEAVING YOU CLUES I AM SINGING NOW WHILE ROME BURNS WE ARE ALL JUST TRYING TO BE HOLY MY APPLEJACK #MY SILENT NIGHT JUST MASH YOUR LIPS AGAINST ME WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK #aya asks #fic talk

[whenrage]

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❛ ❛        if    you    have    something    to    say,        spit    it    out.        ❜ ❜

#unwrithim #i am the queen of vague starters. #if this doesn't tickle ur pickle just let me know :')) #✧ / * （ closed starter * we are singing now while rome burns. ） #queue .

[lesamis]

What are your thoughts on everything everywhere all at once please?

i really enjoyed it! we're going through a bit of Happy Nihilist moment in cultural time, i think, and this movie is such a lovely expression of that while also being like. so new, and genre-bending, and surprising. i love that at the core of all its maximalism there was really a delight in the mundane, and the way in which a (very forceful) broadening of your horizon can remind you that littleness and routine and familiarity deserve your love, too. i loved everything about jobu tupaki, her style, her dialogue, her villanelle-dialled-up-to-200 vibes. honestly, i think "colourful comedy that makes you cry" just might be my favourite genre of the year :')

#WILL say that that exact maximalism made my friend who is more prone to sensory overload than i am a little unwell in the cinema #even though she still came out having loved it #looove a comedy that's a drama that's an action adventure that's a martial arts film that's a science fiction movie that's a #idk it fits in so well with this current zeitgeist of like #what is there still to say? what way is there still to say it? art's a factory farm & we're all on our way out #and the answer is always either a kind of gentle abnegation #(think like. the homestead slow living cottagecore thing) #or everything that's going on in this movie #and it makes me happy that this is the direction art is just......taking now? at least in places #so what if we're singing while rome burns. maybe it's a fun song. maybe it's better than NOT singing. since rome's burning anyway #asks #anon

[tomgrcg]

I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.” snow and dirty rain / Richard Siken

#tomgreg #succession #tomgreg edit #everyone was mentioning the tag on my other post so. here's some more. sorry about the pain. it was also self-inflicted #mine #web weaving

[clover-blossom]

*SNOWBAIRD* WIPS I AM LOVING

Invisible String by ravenpuff1956

Lucy sucks in a tight breath. She never expected to be dragged back. She didn’t think the Capitol wanted anything to do with her now that she’d won their little game.

Twelve Years by wertman25

Twelve years have passed since Lucy Gray Baird left Coriolanus Snow in the woods. Since then, she had remained a ghost while Coriolanus rose to power in the Capitol… but what happens when Lucy Gray returns and the two lovers meet again?

Other Side of the Coin by monkiseemonkido

AU where Lucy Gray and Snow run off together and make it to District 13. Snow is still his power hungry, ambitious self, but going back to the Capitol is not an option anymore. Especially once he realizes the truth about District 13 and what happened to his family fortune. 

To Where She Flew by madzdolin

When another rebellion comes sooner than anticipated, young Coriolanus Snow finds himself stranded in District 11 after a series of unfortunate events. While the stakes continue to rise in the world around him, Coriolanus finds himself faced with his own internal conflict when he encounters a hauntingly familiar face from his past- only to discover that she has absolutely no recollection of who he is.

The Ballad of Snow (Echoes of a Bird's Song) by fourteentrout

Vignettes of Snow’s life through his rise to (and fall from) power, and the memories that corner him in his moments of least control.

I am Singing Now While Rome Burns by southslates

In which Lucy Gray stays in the Capitol after the Games.

As the Driven Snow by Vacantcing

She comes to him at the best and worst of times, his little songbird. Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray through the cycle of the seasons.

How Coriolanus Snow Learned Compassion by cliffhangerqueen

A collection of emotions Lucy Gray taught Coriolanus Snow through her journey of the Hunger Games, and his fall of villainy in an alternative universe when Snow gets away with his lies, only to morph into something that resembled good at Lucy Gray's expense.

A Bird in the Hand by horrormoviebarbie

Coriolanus Snow and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Redemption Arc 

Songbirds, Snakes and Wedding Rings by celestscrystal

In which Coriolanus was never sent to district 12 and instead got away with a slap on the wrist. However, Lucy Gray would not be granted the same fate. In order to save her, Coriolanus marries her. Clashes ensue in a tale of enemies, passion, and lovers.

Blood of my Blood by loveshazel

A deep-dive and rewrite of TBOSAS that answers the question of what if Coriolanus's parents both lived to raise him? And what if that meant a worse fate for any and all involved...

All Your Wasteland Flowers by allbridgesburn

Lucy Gray Baird survives Coriolanus Snow. However, she's not the only one.

The Planet of Love by southslates

In which Coriolanus Snow never kills the Mayor's daughter, Sejanus Plinth dies of his own volition and officer training is moved to District Twelve.

What are you reading and loving?

#snowbaird #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #fix it au #snowbaird fanfic #snowbaird fic #coryo x lucy gray #god bless fic writers

[shortnotsweet]

“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube…We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

― Richard Siken

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #my art #practice sketches

[wandawxdow]

The Ballad of Songbirds + Snakes fic recs

Lucy Gray Baird / Coriolanus Snow

i am singing now while rome burns by southslates

lucy gray stays in the capitol

Anything, Everything by thepencilnerd

alternate + happy ending, fix-it of sorts

Rose and Whiskey by ravenpuff1964

abo dynamics

i killed you, so haunt me by saintwillherondale

canon divergence, spicy times

snowfall by ECLIPSEWXTCH

coriolanus’s pov, character study

as pure as i need you to be by framboise

lucy gray stays in the capitol, toxic relationship

Safe and close at hand by framboise

lucy gray stays in the capitol, relationship

balancing on breaking bridges by karmaftv

emotional manipulation, snow gets the girl

we could live off magic and maybes by shirbertsholmesburys

alternate ending, lucy’s pov

This Is Not A Love Song by FrostedGemstones22

lucy gray + coriolanus in district 13, fake marriage

I’m yours to keep and I’m yours to lose by fkevin073

modern!au, doomed relationship, sexual content

#ballad of songbirds and snakes #bosas #coryo snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x lucy gray #corio snow #coriolanus fanfiction #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray fanfic #Lucy gray Baird fanfic #Coriolanus snow fanfic #Coriolanus snow fanfiction #Lucy Gray Baird fanfiction

[fkevin073]

Your fics are so great! May I ask what snowbaird fics you’ve taken a liking to?

oh thanks so much anon!! means a lot ♥️

um some of my fave fics are:

anything written by framboise

right here in the old therebefore

a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

@teenagecriminalmastermind and all her snowbaird fics on ao3!

I am singing now while Rome burns

there's a few others I love too, but these are the ones that pop up at the top of my mind!! thanks for reading ♥️

#snowbaird #fic recs #tbosas

[stuckinapril]

snow and dirty rain is genuinely one of the best poems ever written imo i go a little insane every time i read it...i am singing now while rome burns.... we are all just trying to be holy...we are all going forward none of us are going back......obsessed w this poem

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube????? We’ve read the back of the book…. we know what’s going to happen………. But there’s a litany of dreams somewhere in the middle…….. moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor……. a page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives……… Screaming crying THROWING UP !!!!!!

#This Siken poem makes me feral it makes me go insane #It’s tied maybe only w piano lesson for me #bc piano lesson was one of my fav releases from last year #But if anyone were to ask where they should start w Siken id absolutely point them to snow and dirty rain bc COME on #Everyone go read snow & dirty rain RIGHT the fuck now

[southslates]

i am singing now while rome burns

In which Lucy Gray stays with Coriolanus in the Capitol after the games.

Multi-chapter fic on AO3.

“Your dean wishes to report you to the President and have you punished. I should agree, for you broke my rule so that your little bird could sing.”

He could say he’s sorry, but he thinks that if she plans to kill him now, that would not do anything but take away his dignity. So Coriolanus stays silent.

“But she is just a bird,” Gaul laughs, loud with her chest, something off-kilter and insane about it. “And you were right. For your lovely proposal to work, there must be a victor. Now you understand, it is not often that I am wrong. I think you would be wasted in punishment, Mr. Snow. I think instead, I’ll take you in as my protege.”

#tbosas #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x lucy gray #sejanus plinth #tigris snow #volumnia gaul #dee writes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas au

[f0xesand0wls]

richard siken lines that make me lose my fucking mind -

look at the light through the windowpane. that means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.

can we love nature for what it really is: predatory? we do not walk through a passive landscape.

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

what holds it together? glue. some kind of glue. the image remains as a body would. i turned the image over like a rock, but then the worms.

i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad. it’s too much work.

the prayer of going nowhere going nowhere

words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing, but soothing nonetheless.

and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything.

we collide with place, which is another name for god, and limp away with a permanent injury.

but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

to make something beautiful should be enough. it isn’t. it should be.

i prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

we’ve made a graveyard out of a bone white afternoon.

i made this place for you. a place for you to love me.

i wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

i want to tell you this story without having to be in it.

sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

we deduce backward into first causes - stone in the pond of things.

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live?

you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what i say or love me back.

every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die.

we clutch our bellies and roll on the floor… when i say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.

i will turn myself into a gun, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue.

as everything is a metaphor for itself.

something’s not right about what i’m doing but i’m still doing it - living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

if the window is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing river water.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.

what is a ghost? something dead that seems to be alive. something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

you try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn’t listen. you do this, you do. you take things you love and tear them apart.

do you love yourself? i don’t have to answer that. it should matter.

things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.

the boy on the bridge. the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

i am singing now while rome burns. we are all just trying to be holy.

the best part of spirituality is reverence. there are other parts. some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

you need it for the moment you need it, then you bless it.

there’s a black dog and there’s a white dog, depends on which you feed. depends on which damn dog you live with.

desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake.

there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.

evidence of evil but not proof.

a hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail. a hammer is not a hammer when it’s sleeping. i woke up tired of being the hammer.

the maiden flees or prays, depending.

this is the testimony of the deer: solitude, the long corridors, love from a distance.

if it hurts, we’re doing it to ourselves.

cut me open and the light streams out. stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches.

take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest.

he knows that when you snap a mast it’s time to get a set of oars or learn to breathe underwater.

if you don’t believe in god or fate you still must believe in narrative.

two brothers: one of them wants to take you apart. two brothers: one of them wants to put you back together. it’s time to choose sides now. the stitches or the devouring mouth?

he took the gods and made them human.

is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?

in the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

god is the space between two men and the devil is the space between two men.

i make up things that i would never say. i say them very quietly.

the body of life is a nightmare.

she existed enough to be painted. she could have been an idea, but that’s another kind of existing.

we have not touched the stars nor are we forgiven.

a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

#words #save #richard siken

[tinogiehd]

YOU WROTE THE GOLD ROOM?

my magnum opus….

#WE WERE IN THE GOLD ROOM WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY GETS WHAT THEY WANT SO I SAID WHAT DO YOU WANT SWEETHEART #AND YOU SAID KISS ME. HERE I AM LEAVING YOU CLUES. I AM SINGING NOW WHILE ROME BURNS #aya asks

[soultayi]

i read the lines “i am singing now while rome burns, we are all just trying to be holy” and felt the blood in my veins run cold. i read the line “do you believe in god/ i do. please stop there’s so much blood.” and the air in my lungs was knocked out of me. when judas said “why didn’t you make me good enough so you could love me” i fell to my knees in the sacredness of my room and wept. i could do no more than press my hands together and feel the quiet string connecting me and the Him pull tight. the blood on my hands has dried up now. why didn’t he make it easier to love him. why didn’t he make me easier to understand.

quotes:

1. richard siken

2. hell followed with us, andrew joseph white.

3. the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adley guirguis.

#richard siken #hell followed with us #the last days of judas iscariot #poetry #religious imagery

[playlistashton]

The Hightower

‘‘I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.’’

-Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

Index

Alicent Hightower

#a daughter or a bastard #hotd #alicent hightower #otto hightower #gwayne hightower #house hightower #moodboard #hotd moodboard #asoiaf #oc #mine