#written words

[silveredstarlights]

Burning and endless, iridescent and gleaming;

Are the stars, a light in the shadows so freezing

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[ipoetried]

grown daughter - k.p.k

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[angelasscribbles]

One Million Words

Guys! Guys! Guys!

I just passed one million words posted to Tumblr!! I'm not counting words written. I'm not counting my short stories, flash fiction, poetry, novels in progress, etc. that live on other websites (or just on my laptop). I'm not counting my fanfic stuff that's partially written sitting in a WIP folder. I'm only counting chapters completed and posted on Tumbler.

I just posted chapter 9 of Unexpected, officially hitting the one-million-word mark. 1,001,092 to be exact.

I'm stupidly excited and proud of myself for this. I've been on here for 28 months. By word count, I've posted the equivalent of between fourteen to seventeen novels here. 😧That's like six books a year.

Forgive my babbling but I am ridiculously chuffed about this!!! Thank you all for reading, commenting and generally tolerating me for the last twenty-eight months. 😆

I'm tagging my permas under the cut because I just want to share my excitement with you all!!! It feels like some sort of milestone. Thank you all for being on this journey with me!!! 💕

@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @nestledonthaveone @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234

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@fangirling12566  @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix

#one million words #i feel accomplished #proud of myself #written words #angelasscribbles

[arcann]

For Taigat

16 in dreams

The sky looks beautiful from down here. Gray clouds would usually cover it but now they were splitting in an almost perfect line to reveal what they were hiding from the ones below. The firmament shows itself in a million shades of blue, turning into myriads of red as the sun passes by. 

I used to be part of something monumental. Vast. 

The skirmishes and strikes all over Zadnor went on, despite the wonders above it. 

Then I became larger, for a moment. A short breath of a moment.

And then those things appear. Like blackened clots of blood.

Taigat stretches their hand upwards so it would seem like their palm could hold one of the assault crafts that had polluted the heavens with their presence. They squeeze it until their forearm begins to shake.  

One of them. He could be inside one of them. 

“It was not you who was larger, but the one that led the horde’s body. You could do nothing but follow.” Taigat whispers to the voidsent, now that no one is around. Their avatar shakes with indignation.

Those are words for the one you can’t stop longing for. Not me.

The voidsent tries to push them, annoyed. When its host pointedly ignores its efforts it chooses to continue reminiscing somewhere inside the viera’s body, silently this time. They are allowed to, now that they’re back in camp Vrdelnis.

Taigat lowers their hand and stares at their empty palm. They could let memories consume them as they do with their steady companion but they prefer to occupy themself imagining what paths an airship like that could take. 

It couldn’t have taken to the skies of Ghimlyt, as wary as the Alliance was. Action would be taken immediately, especially against a lonesome ship.

It could circumvent all of Ilsabard through the south, then reach Garlemald from the east. The problem would be wasting much more fuel. How much could a machine like that store? Enough to reach their destination on their own, or would they need to restock, a place to land, more resources to keep going? If so they would need help from another faction.

Would the Fourth Legion welcome him?

"They're all eating their rations now. We should join them." A clear voice pierces through their thoughts and Taigat turns around, to find Cid watching him attentively, as if they were a noisy machine that was fighting with its cogs. 

"You should eat. They're not going to leave you anything if you delay." he reasserts and makes his way back to the more crowded area of the camp.

“I should…” Taigat says to no one in particularly, Cid is too far away to listen now but the voidsent perks up.

Eat. Yes. We haven't eaten well since the castrum. Only metallic bodies to throw at the void. No end in sight. 

The people in charge of cooking do have something for Taigat when they reach the right tent. A couple of soldiers even waited for them, eager to be with the warrior of light even if they didn't talk much. Cid however had already left when they walked inside.

Pray that we eat. We eat and don’t get eaten by painful dreams.

—

When the Diabolos Armament unfortunately escaped from the Dalriada, it swatted most of the 4th Legion’s aerial ships like flies. The extent of the damage was yet unknown.  It finally reached their Aurora class aircraft with one hand and crushed it before its final attempt to unleash its full power over Bozja. 

It was in the way. As metal usually is.

The voidsent comments, jealousy ringing in its voice when the Armament climbed across the skies. After the monstrosity was destroyed Taigat felt its humor decay for days.

The legatus of the Fourth had given his Aurora aircraft to the field commander, his oldest friend. Now it burned over the Dalriada, above the man that led it last.

It ends as it should have. Our dire enemy turned to cinders. This time a reality.

The thought repeats itself in their mind, in their dreams. It repeats itself until it’s not their voice that says it. He keeps pushing it forward, the knight making himself known, surging from the darkness to expose the idea, to insist on it. 

The enemy. The fire. The end.

“It’s for the good of everyone.” 

Taigat wakes in their bunk, reaching for someone that isn’t there.

Then why do I feel so scared?

#oc: taigat #otp: save your strength for me #written words

[hellostraycat]

"DONT DIE WONDERING"

Hand wrappings from the match/W (03/23/2024)

#photography #photo by me #art #art by me #black and white #boxing #martial arts #grungy #words #written words #writing #motivation

[mchlmyrs]

I fight the urge to be silent, to keep myself hidden // why must I crush myself // a cyclical death in wanting to be known and wanting to be nothing

(26.08.23 - 20:02)

#writing #poetry #original writing #literature #prose #words #written words #alias writes #I don't remember why I wrote this / I think it had something to do with the fear of being vulnerable to my partner

[mywordsarewings]

don't let your dreams drag you down.

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[restless-rissa]

L.E. Bowman, The Evolution of a Girl

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[justwordsonpages]

Because I'm away from you

I'm supposed to totally free of you

The yelling, the hate, the fear, the sense of lack of security

The solitary feeling of blue

I'm finally gone from you

You can't touch me anymore physically,

But the scars you've left in my brain are just as painful as the physical wounds

My mind is confused

It's still searching for your abuse

I was so used to you

I was so accustomed to

The insults, accusations, loud decibal arguing

It was almost easier to live in it, than running from you

I recently met someone else

He's nothing like you, it's my favorite part of him

Except my mind is confused and searching from your abuse

I woke up from a dream that he acted like you

I don't know how to feel

I know he isn't you

There aren't a lot of people who could do what you do

But I carry these scars as a reminder of you

It's wild to me

How cutting ties from an abusive relationship

Is only the first step of many

It is crazy to me

How someone can keep hurting you without touching you

Or even speaking a word to you

Healing is a long and uncomfortable process

But I'll do anything to be free of you

#poetry #written words #poem #Abusive relationship #story #writing

[silveredstarlights]

It isn't such a great feeling, when people know you for something about yourself that is true, which you dislike anyways. Made even worse from the knowledge that it was a choice, and that the ability to break it was in your hands all along, but still you let it fester. And now you must suffer the illness it brings.

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[vanesadawn]

Fool's Leap

shall I read just the lens

before the crooked path begins

I don't know where we are going my friend

just a sweet distraction

was it fake, a love contraption

a fool's leap

a silent keep

where all the secrets sleep

Karma tied a knot

not happy with your lot ?

I trip, I fall over

nothing, nothing at all

all the tears salting our food

the leap I took was just a fool's

I loved you but you detached

and I forgive you

but does that make me your fool ?

#poetry #spilled ink #written words #poets on tumblr #fools leap

[gravesgore]

And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd

"In Heaven we all shall meet!"

When in the snow the Mother spied

The print of Lucy's feet.

Wordsworths "Lucy Gray", 1799

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[milkyviolet-rain]

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[prfctprcln]

- what is love if not a middle finger to mortality? -

true love's hand

is held in yours

and in your arms, i will unfold

rest your head

hold my shoulders

love away the days gone older

bite my neck

and kiss my chest

and all our empty laid to rest

eternity

is promised not

our souls entwined till death to rot

foreverness

is not enough

so i'll persist through endless love

we're love itself

we're imminent

i swear that we'll be infinite

#poems #poetry #poems and quotes #poem #porcelainpoems #writing #written words #written by me #written late 2022 #rbs ok

[arcann]

Summer and Forest for Diokos? :0

— Forest

His name spoken by a voice, like a song long forgotten, chases him to the woods. And he flees from her like a coward, just as she did long ago.

More often than not he found his parents in the two polar opposites of his life and nothing good came from approaching one side or the other, despite their physical absence. He had been stuck in the middle for decades, directionless, letting others take him where they wanted because when he alone took off these sort of things would happen.

He would get lost. That deep seated sadness, born of his isolation during childhood, would catch up to him and constrict itself to his chest like a tether. He would have to accept how lonely he had felt lately. He would feel vulnerable. And he was being chased.

The foot soldiers were afraid of the forest that surrounded the base built on Odessen’s largest continent. From what Diokos had heard, they weren’t the ones who built the foundations of this place; a special task force quickly established a base, an imitation of well known Republic models built in forested areas and when their troops arrived there was enough built to keep what roamed around them wary. 

But those beings were still there. Watching, stalking, measuring them. The sith didn’t waste time in building fear of the outer wilds, making up fantasies that would keep a steady income of discomfort that could fuel their strength or help them flaunt their power. The jedi tried to quell their rivals’ hearsay but the few who went out to explore and try to commune with the planet’s energy came back defeated, many times injured and reluctant to share their tales. Force user or not, one could feel the eyes of something well hidden in the shadowy roots of the forest.

Then the mandalorians arrived en masse. Ten or twenty members of different clans became entire squads eager for action between battles and they had explored the wilds despite the recent myths and the considerable accidents they were forewarned about. In just a few weeks they had compiled a catalog of the animals that roamed around and the tricks they had pulled on them. All the specimens seemed empowered with some kind of force, making them more ferocious and clever. Shit similar to Dromund Kaas they described it, for the lack of xenozoologists in the army. Some clans shared their information, some didn’t. 

Nemore’xiel told him none of it was worth their losses. The Alliance was fine with their tall tales, it kept everyone focused. They wouldn’t be here for long and the animals would soon take the base back for themselves. Some troopers wanted to take hunting trips for a hobby, to return with something to show off back home. A waste of resources.

Now Diokos was here, experiencing first hand what this forest was like. It didn’t offer a view, it didn’t make space for him, it didn’t show him a discernable path. Every step he took he fought for it, against gnarled roots, long leaves, unsuspecting animals and the teeming force that spread all around him. He wasn’t wanted here since he refused so fiercely to be stopped. He pushed so fast and for so long through the forest he noticed he was being rejected well deep inside it, when the Alliance base had been completely hidden by the trees.

He was lost.

But then her voice called for him again, as if she knew exactly where he was. Too close for comfort and yet too far to feel safe, to feel like he could have those days back. The past where safety was still a possibility and not just a child’s dream, being lured to sleep by his mother’s lullabies as ashes fell outside their window.

No. He didn’t want anything that had left him behind, just as he didn’t want anything set in front of him. He refused to be caught.

He ran.

—

Now for something completely different lol

—

— Summer

Arcann leans on the handrail of the scaffolds, watching the crew of a small cargo ship load several boxes to their hold with fake interest. They’re laughing and pretending to fight each other, making them the noisiest lot in the Alliance’s spaceport. For a moment, Diokos thinks he’s going to drop down and attack them, the way he’s focused on their mundane activities but that scenario leaves his mind quickly. Despite the stories of his cruel treatment towards the Zakuulan palace’s staff becoming infamous, that would be pushing his luck too much for something as petty as an annoying group of friends. 

He doesn’t need his paranoia towards the man inciting his imagination to reach ridiculous levels. But he still doesn’t like the way the overthrown emperor glances back at him. He knew sith who used masks for a long time then became improperly expressive in the rare occasion they removed them, getting so used to the protection the metal hiding their face offered them. However, the man in front of him had lately taken off his own mask in front of him and even a few feet away Diokos still couldn’t figure out his intentions. 

“Tell me, how do you as a sith have fun?”

…what?

The question surprises Diokos and he catches himself before he becomes the one who lets his confusion show. He’s still not used to how different Arcann’s voice sounds without the voice modulator. Calm, almost mellow. Clearly bored.

He could make up a vague threat but he’s not in the mood to do so. They just finished an exploratory mission with very little results and the extensive questioning from their superiors that would soon follow would be much more tedious than the job itself. The worst part is not even done. He's just as bored as Arcann seems to be.

“As a sith? Oh, I drink all my friends under the table, what with my singular liver and all, then I win every game we play together. I've been known to play rough so I only fool around people who can keep up.” He makes a pause as Arcann’s healthy eye widens, turning his attention towards him instead of the noisy crew.

“Or do you want me to say I make my own soldiers sing my favorite song while I electrocute them and laugh when they start to cry? That’s how the Academy taught me to answer these types of questions. Or else.”

A dry laugh escapes his companion and half of a smirk stays there.

“Really? Would anyone believe me if I asked around about you?” His tone is mocking and Diokos answers in kind.

“Oh sure, ask around. I’m sure they would all be thrilled to answer all your questions about me.”

Arcann glances back at the lower level, the people filling the room then back at him. “Point taken. Wouldn’t want anyone to think there’s unrest in the Commander’s meticulously crafted special squad.” He lowers his voice to a point where anyone who wasn’t a force user might have trouble listening to him “And I prefer to ask you directly anyway.”

Diokos hums at that, expecting his old enemy to return to his vacant silence but he’s surprised once again.

“What’s your favorite season? As a sith.” 

He doesn’t want to play games anymore, but there’s no point in lying. A straightforward answer would be enough.

“Summer.”

“Oh? Summer on every planet or a certain one?” He shrugs but that doesn’t stop Arcann from pressing.

“Do you dream of lounging in the golden sand of Corellian beaches, sunbathing in the summer and letting others spend fortunes just to share the pleasure of your company… as most mercenaries do?” Vitiate’s son smiles at him, different this time, his eyes shining more than usual.

Why does everyone bring up Corellia?

Diokos doesn’t know why he brings up Corellia but he must know what he did there. A star fortress was stationed there after all. But this sounds like a cheap joke at his expense and just that.

“No.” The sith elongates the word as he rolls his eyes. Arcann flinches at that and his smile falters, confusing him more. “I feel fine during that season in most places, that is all.”

His joints hurt less and he likes to sweat without exerting himself but that would show weakness and some people seem to think it’s gross so he keeps it to himself. The days last longer and the skies are clear, many of them which show themselves in shades of blue which are a small delight for him. He feels childish for thinking that way but he can’t find it in himself to stop enjoying those moments. 

No one needs to know, especially not this man.

“It’s strange that Cipher Nine hasn't called for us. Come on, let’s figure out why he has kept us waiting for so long.” And then plain as day, Arcann can’t stop his annoyance from showing.

“But what did I– never mind. Whatever. Yes… my lord. Let's leave.”

#thank youuuu!! <333 #oc: diokos #nemore'xiel is my chiss cipher nine btw #otp: no nature no nurture never again #diokos is. as always. fucking clueless #written words

[lucy123blogthings]

the lilacs that take a little longer to bloom smell sweeter. the ocean tide that comes in earlier is more eager but the setting sun knows that the slow pace is the beauty of the sunset. the bear in the forest knows that the shiny scales of the fish are just as beautiful as the purple berries on the bush. he indulges in both, not to compare but to appreciate both. the grass in the yard grows long every week despite being cut the last. the heart that beats in the chest dares to continue beating even into old age. the light dares to shine into the darkness and the earth dares to spin in an endless cycle in an empty universe.

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