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literary-lesbianism · 6 months
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Economy
Last night, I dreamed that
I had to pay three dollars
for a slice of bread.
I can’t escape it.
This market is my hometown.
Soon, we’ll all be gone.
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leothetraveler · 1 year
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So I watched a video of someone actually looking at the origins you choose from in Elden Ring and how they come with vague, yet rich backstories...and I may have used this to give my character an arc relating to my diminishing use of blood procs. ENJOY!
Have we been led astray?
All my life, I have lived by the teaching of my elders. Of my ancestors.
But since I was called to the lands between, since I became a candidate for Elden Lord, I have learned more than any elder.
We were taught to bleed our opponents. No one was certain why. Most agreed that it delayed one’s reanimation, Aided their return to the roots, or something similar…but what if we were deceived?
I have met two groups that call my lesson into question. First, the outcasted heretics who worship flame. I have learned their spellcraft, the means by which they summon thorns. And with them, the origins of the spells. When those amongst their number lost their vision, they gained a new kind of sight, beholding a bloody star that they also worship. I have reason to believe this claim, having shamefully aided a blind maiden see a cursed flame in a similar manner…to an unfortunate end.
The other is the Dynasty of Blood. A name that could easily reflect my homeland. Led by a fell omen, this cult worships a goddess of blood and wounds. The Formless Mother. The lake of blood I saw while infiltrating their accused stronghold dwarfed the blood shed on the battlefields of my homeland. I thought I was accustomed to the sight of blood, but this…this gave me pause.
…I now stand upon Kyojin no sancho, The Mountaintops of the Giants. To enter the Erdtree, I must burn the thorns blocking my path with the Flame of Ruin. My allegiance to Order caused me pause when I first learned this…but now?
Now I am not certain. Since coming to this land, I have acquired many weapons and learned many techniques. Each showed me more of the world and gave me insight into its nature. But the one thing that made me question my homelands teachings is the blade now strapped at my hip, and the one laying in the snow before me. Two distinct weapons. One, from my homeland and following the philosophy of bloodletting to its most extreme, lies in the snow as I have felled it’s master in honorable combat. The other, on my hip, is native to this land.
An unorthodox katana forged with the gravel stones left by the dragons. Its enchantment calls down freezing lightning to coat its blade. I have grown found of this katana, like the many others I wield. But it stands out from the rest. With one exception, every other katana I have found follows the practices of the land of reeds. Every blade forged to bleed opponents; the one exception coated with poison along a jagged edge. But this blade does neither.
I had been taught to soak the ground with my enemies blood, that killing is inherently bloody and I should not fear that. But this blade draws blood only in the strike. Only allowing clean kills instead of victory through draining one’s essence. I find honor in this method.
While I will never fully abandon my home, I am samurai no longer. I have left the armor of my people for heavy plate for more protection. I have taken up a blade that doesn’t bleed as my weapon of choice. And what little bleed I commit, it done through heretical spellcraft.
I must choose my own way forward from now on. As a candidate for lordship, I must learn to act the part. I alone will decide the correct course of action.
Just as dynasties rise and fall, a new age must replace this one. To that end, I shall delay claiming the forge’s fire. I have learned of a sanctuary not far from these lands, and a maiden I met earlier in my journey implored I take her spirit there, as she could not go herself. I am honor bound to complete this task. In the time it takes to complete this task, I hope to finalize my decision on how to proceed. Once the Erdtree burns, there will be no turning back.
Blood upon the ground.
Another soldier fallen.
In death, knowing peace.
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linnea-bowiesversion · 10 months
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Haiku poems I’ve written over the years
(I know some of them aren’t 5/7/5 but oh well)
The dark took over
Once again I lost the war
It’s too much for me
Crying my eyes out
Are you even listening
I miss you too much
I want to cry out
But I can never do it
Why is it so hard?
She left me alone
I told her everything
And she still left me
(Maybe that why)
Quiet is nice
It’s like the nothingness inside
Becomes freedom.
I don’t want to sleep
Because the day comes quickly
And the night is short
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fruggin-bitch · 1 year
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every time i see ‘four out of five online’ i just look for your name
your name in purple with a heart sitting next to the label ‘offline’
i sit and stare with hope that you’re doing okay please come back to us
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moonlights-tears · 1 year
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Can you post a haiku based on the first time you were completely captivated by a lover … 💖
Damn those darling eyes
Caught me by utter surprise
Left wanting much more
I don't generally do haiku. I think I followed the rules 😬
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safeshadows · 11 months
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painting over pain
with thicker pigment to hide
just stains brushes red
-10.05.23
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tea-stained · 11 months
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Clocks are vicious things
As we tic to their rhythm
They tac in spirals
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saviournelwinter · 1 year
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Still...
It's been five years with
You yet all my boxes are
Unpacked in a room
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glitter-mouse · 1 year
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Coffin lid shuts tight,
Fangs sink into willing flesh.
Memo, welcome home.
A not accidental haiku.
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virago1921 · 10 months
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Shouting into the void
Hoping something feels called
To answer me back with
A hello or an ily
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literary-lesbianism · 5 months
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December
cold wind on my neck,
nowhere to turn for safety.
back to work now, kid.
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schizomatic3000 · 10 months
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small haiku collection
premature
Trusting you was like
standing on a block of loose
cement - sinking strong
foster house
sleeping soundly through
the night with no monsters
in my bed, dreaming
fresh start
rotting flowers in
the garden, seeds scattered by
the wind. spring's begun
insomnia
no matter how much
i sleep, it's never enough
rest: a distant love
nomadic
how can i plant my
roots if my life is to be
spent free in the wind
unnamed
My soul is but a
flame And my mind is racing
to extinguish it
unnamed
music is a porch
light left on in your mind, safe
within the darkness
cyborg
my graphics card breaks
down, unable to render
the tiniest image
unnamed
It's more pity than
preservation to love you
when no one else will
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really-bad-haikus · 8 months
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Light dances with leaves
Hear the breeze blow through the trees
Oh what calm and peace
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think-through-pen · 2 years
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Half-sleep
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even in half-sleep,
haiku flutters in my heart—
branches on keyboard
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fretbored34 · 2 years
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holyguacamolliepie · 11 months
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haiku ii.
bursted into flame
love—too alive to be dead
it killed me instead.
caroline, 2022
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