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sarandipitywrites · 3 months
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Till Death: come for the tree-impaling, scream internally for the unconditional love and acceptance
or, saran raves about Till Death by Elli Eberle
"Love is hearing the bells, and knowing that I am safe because you are here."
alright, so i actually finished reading this like. two weeks ago. and it's been running around, gnawing on various parts of my brain ever since while i tried to articulate what about it i'm clinging to, and... it's everything. this book is what i needed, when i needed it, and i just can't say enough about that. so let's start with the basics.
Finnian's a healer whose healing magic doesn't work the way people expect it to. given that healing's his job, this already causes him a lot of grief, but because that wasn't enough (this is whump, of course it's not enough), it also results in a figure from his past rallying an angry village to assault him and leave him for dead, impaled on a tree. he only survives due to the intervention of Eilis, a recluse with plenty of secrets of her own, who finds him and nurses him back from the brink of death. this is their story: about trauma and healing, finding trust and love in the darkest places, and learning to love and accept oneself.
a low-magic fantasy setting is the backdrop for this whump tale, and it's as vibrant and intriguing as its cast. the pacing at which Eberle reveals Finnian and Eilis's backstories is masterful; while they always leave the reader intrigued and wanting more, they never leave us confused. both main characters are deeply resonant and full, and the traumas and false beliefs they hold about themselves feel honest and are treated with care.
the whump scenes are masterfully executed as well: with striking imagery and often-visceral detail, Eberle uses staples of the genre to lean on her characters' weaknesses and insecurities until they're forced to confront them, or break (or both). this forced vulnerability allows the characters to open themselves and grow in ways they otherwise wouldn't dare, and makes for some of the most cathartic scenes i've had the pleasure of reading in a long while.
the personal journey Finnian and Eilis take from internalized ableism and guilt to finding a place of belonging and acceptance is hypnotizing and breathtaking. the fact that the characters and their relationship are nonbinary makes the story all the more poignant: no matter what your family, society, or anyone else says about how you live and love, you are enough. always, in every way, You Are Enough. and that's something i think we could all do to remember more often.
i cannot recommend enough that you read Till Death FOR FREE here, and follow Elli here at @i-can-even-burn-salad.
Elli, if any of this isn't ok please lmk and i'll take it down/edit it right away. i just loved this a lot and needed to gush about it 💜
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rinzay · 1 year
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Hey @sleepyjuniper :DDD
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Imma bout to politely punt you into the sun for the feels.
ALSO
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hehehe sleeping beauty moon
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clairelsonao3 · 22 days
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Chapter 35 is on schedule to go up later today! But first, the plan is to get caught up on some long-awaited comments.
I have time to do this because I have zero freelance assignments right now. So I'll be broke, but happy.
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ask-shane · 7 months
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Do my worst? I uh…..I hope you like shit poetry. It’s a lot and all about you. I am so sorry
Eye Candy
Man of wit
Man of charm
How I desire to hang off your arm.
Parade me around for the town to see
Oh let me be your eye candy
Green shoes
Standing there in your green shoes,
You blasély watch the world go by.
Standing there in your green shoes,
You swept me off my feet.
Standing there in your green shoes,
You refuse to take my hand.
Lake
Stars shine overhead,
A bitterly sweet smell wafts through the air.
Nothing is said,
Words are not needed.
My life is completed,
Sitting by the lake with you.
Blue Jacket
Warmth finds itself in many ways,
A drink,
A hand,
A jacket.
Warmth finds itself in many ways,
An embrace,
A kiss,
A person.
Warmth I have yet to reach,
So I shall dream about that jacket,
And the person that wears it.
hey, i said to do your worst. if this is your worst, what am i chopped liver? not saying i'm the most artsy person in the world, but i can still appreciate beauty when i see it. this is better than anything i could ever do, i'll tell you that.
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i think the brievity of it all adds to everything. it makes you think, you know? gives you that space to really feel the weight of the words. ... i like it.
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Which of your OCs is this? You know who I'm talking about. Which one.
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thank you for your kind words 😭 love finding out someone is a fellow angst enjoyer
OMG YOU'RE SO WELCOME YOU DESERVE ALL THE PRAISE. 💕💕
Okay, I'll stop screaming, I'm a normal person I swear lmao. Angst is my bread and butter, I love that specific brand of emotional destruction.
Also I have noticed that we share many a Kami HC, and I CANNOT express to you how amazing it is to get to follow someone who loves him just as much as I do 😍💕🥹
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winterandwords · 10 months
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'#i love all the detail here!#did you choose the names for the meanings or were those just really awesome coincidences?' - I definitely just chose the names for their sounds! I hadn't looked up the meanings until now. 'Foreigner' fits Wallace, but I'm not so sure about 'well-born' - Wallace's background is pretty solidly working class. But I actually didn't realize until I looked it up for this meme that 'Wallace' was sometimes an Americanized version of an Ashkenazi German surname, which very much fits Wallace, so that's a great coincidence
It's such a good feeling when a name you chose for the sound or look of it, or just because you like it, ends up having a meaning or a history that totally fits with the character.
I've had so much fun with this tag, discovering that accidentally gave some of characters very relevant names.
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allylikethecat · 9 months
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heyyy can we write you dm's on here cause i would love to talk more about your writings and george x matty in general but idk if this would be too annoying hahaha?!
I'm always down to chat about my fic and George x Matty! Feel free to send any DMs my way! 😊
❤️Ally
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charlezarrd · 1 year
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Aegea! :D
Aegea’s not mine, she’s yours.
but since you went through the trouble of asking, I’ll give youu… Avalanche, by Walk The Moon
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sarandipitywrites · 4 months
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guys.
guys.
have you read @adhdavinci's J&D fic The Red Prison? i'm only on like ch 5 right now but this shit's already broken me multiple times and i'm having a PROBLEM (/positive, effusive, holy shit)
like just
Meanwhile, the bottle of gin is empty. He drops it onto the roof below, expecting it to shatter. The dull, empty thud echoes in his ears.
[...]
A sudden maelstrom of emotions whirl through Torn's head. Waves slam against the dam, again and again, and - A crack forms - Clammy hands grip at the railing, and he's falling, falling. When he lands, it's with not a thud, but a shatter.
FUCK
@adhdavinci if posting snippets like this isn't cool pls lmk and i'll take it down i'm just literally vibrating right now and i have no one to scream at thx
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clairelsonao3 · 7 months
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What are your top FIVE favorite whump tropes to read or write? What do you like about them? Any examples you can give of scenes you’ve read or scene that fit it? -victimeyez, @ me in your response!
Thank you for the ask, @victimeyez!
TOP five? ONLY five? Oh, no. Tough decisions! But this is great because it gives me an opportunity to provide an example for every single one of them and promote my favorite stories and writers around here, as well as my favorite themes and elements OF their work!
Of course, most if not all of these works also contain instances of the other tropes as well; that's why I love them all so much!
Dehumanization - Referring to and treating whumpee as an animal or thing and/or subjecting them to humiliating rules. And if/when they get REhumanized, eventually.
Example: The Gift by @whither-wander-whump Whumpee is literally given as a gift and treated as an object, but is rescued and 'restored' to being human.
2. Restraints - Shackles, cuffs, chains. Cells and cages. And muzzles, why the hell not.
Example: Undeserved by @i-can-even-burn-salad Whumpee magically shackled and shoved into a small cage.
3. Defiant Whumpee - And I don't mean just yelling/screaming/hurling insults, although that's all good. To me, a defiant whumpee isn't really defiant unless they find a way to ACTUALLY fight back.
Example: Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin by @pleasestaywithmedarling One whumpee is more openly defiant; one more subtly. Both work together to devise a secret plan to escape.
4. Forced to Watch - Especially when the watcher is given the opportunity to stop it by making the Impossible Choice.
Example: The Prince of Thieves by @little-peril-stories Whumpee forced to give up information that will hurt someone else in order to save another whumpee who's being tortured and threatened with death.
5. Hard Labor - Backbreaking physical work or menial, humiliating chores. So underrated!
Example: Hidden Depths by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams Whumpees forced to labor in mines and fields, where they devise a plan to escape.
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malrieoni · 2 years
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There is this one ship dynamic that is just found out. And starting to like.
Is when the two characters agrees on a contractual marriage and/or being in an arranged marriage to the said character.
Then later genuinely falling inlove, saying along the lines of "I'm lucky to be married to this person". It's cheesy sometimes but I like it, this kind of dynamic often found in fantasy romance.
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oldwriters-blog · 2 years
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Why do I write?
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A writer has a great deal of sleepless nights. At least the ones I heard and read about. In one of those nights, as Leonard Cohen somber voice is singing in the background, I started to write these words. A question was on my mind all day long. Why do I write? It’s a simple question. Direct. Very honest. But I am afraid my answer is going to be rather complex.
I don’t really remember a time where I didn’t want to write. As long as I remember, I wanted to become a writer. It was a long journey, of about 30 years, which finally brought me there. But why do I need to write. Quite honestly, I don’t really know why. It is something deep inside of me, something that was always there. No matter what else I did in my life. And I tried to avoid it for a very long time. I always seem to come to the same point. So I asked myself that question today. I’ve been writing on and off for about over 30 years now. Mostly poems and stories. Still struggling with the „big one“, my first novel, my first book. But that’s another story.
Anyway, I tried to get tothe bottom of this, to the essence of my writing. I always liked words, and admired a simple but well crafted use of them, in almost every shape or form. I also absolutely love stories. Before I even was a writer I was a reader first. Reading was my first love, I always did pretty well in school, so reading was my guilty pleasure. A way of procrastinating, and avoiding school tasks I didn’t like. I still love the feeling when you are able to lose yourself in a story, forget about time and place. And just be in this one moment. So I think this is also my main reason why I write. To try to create this one beautiful moment. The perfect connection, between a sheet of paper, the pen and myself. Sounds a bit oversimplified. And that’s where the words come in play.
It’s hard to describe what actually happens. I don’t think any writer fully understands how he/she does it. Maybe we are also afraid, the magic will disappear, if we call its name out loud. For me it feels like a connection to something bigger, deeper, then myself, my consciousness or even the world itself. When I was younger it felt like something, or somebody putting their hand on my shoulder. And the words just started to flow. A muse, or maybe something more divine? I really couldn’t tell you. As I grew older, I learned to appreciate the control over my own words. I still feel conected, but I am aware that I write the words. Even when sometimes it really feels like they are writing me.
I enjoy putting them together often enough surprised what comes out when I am finished. And maybe that is my most important reason, I am a reader. I want to know what happens next. I want to enjoy the words. Not in an arrogant way, running around full of my own importance. If ever, I always was a humble writer, secretly hoping somebody will like my words, but never sure. I want to read the story, see where it will take me. Look at, and touch the words. I always read the entire work imediately after I am done. I want to get a feeling for the words. Sometimes if I feel the words are really good, and I like them, it feels like a ping. A small vibration in my soul, my gut. Like a sonar of a ship. Then I know that it’s really good. It’s a rare moment, but it happens. Then I lean back, and I am satisfied. I don’t feel tired or worried. After the writing is done I always feel great. Full of energy, like after a good night of sleep. A great feeling. But that’s not why I write.
In the end, I think iz comes to a very basic human need. Need for stories. Need to feel something. The good and the ugly.
As David Memet once said, „…we were sitting around the fire, in a cave. Then somebody started to tell a story, and suddenly we weren’t afraid of the dark anymore…“ I am paraphrasing here. But it is evident troughout our history, that there is a human need for stories. Stories which makes us feel something, reminding us that we are alive. And not afraid of the dark and unknown night for a moment. Because we have our storytellers.
I am always deeply honored if those words I wrote, touch a reader. Make them feel that we are not alone. That somebody walked the same paths before us, and will continue to do so long after we are gone. So as another great storyteller once said: „…let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes…“
Did you ever ask yourself why do you write? What are your reasons? Happy to hear about it and if you reach out.
This blogpost was typewritten on a SHARP PA-1050 typewriter.
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onlycodcanjudgeme · 2 years
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Time for WIP Wednesday!
We’d love to hear more about your Call of Duty WIPs, whether it be fanart or fanfiction!  
Please feel free to post a snippet, a title, a synopsis, a rough draft, etc. and either tag @onlycodcanjudgeme or #WIPWednesdayCOD and we will make sure to reblog.  Looking forward to seeing everyone’s work :)
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the-shadows-prompts · 2 years
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I did a poem based off your prompt. Feedback is welcome, through either answering the 'question,' or messaging me.
HELL/HEAVEN
If Heaven is a place on earth,
Than Hell is two doors down
If good is considered right,
Evil is considered wrong
If Heaven is considered yes,
Hell is considered no
If darkness is considered evil,
Than light is considered good
Creeping into the darkness,
Slowly the light fades from my arms
Settling into the darkness nicely,
Maybe hell would suit me better?
Heaven,
Halos and Angels
Hell,
Fire and Demons
I think the demons understand me more
I think the angels only know what happiness is
Always a step down, hell
I consider Hell a step up
Heaven seems to be rather perfect for me
Hell must be built for broken nightmares like myself
Darkness and fire seem to be my friends these days
Light and Halo’s seem to perfect to be for me
I’m sorry Heaven,
If I’ve offended you,
But I think hell suits me better
Hell is two doors down,
I always liked the basement better
Wow, this is really beautiful! There's something about perfection that inspires defiance in broken people, I think, a sort of "well if I'm not good enough for you, I'll simply go somewhere else." I explore it a lot in my own work because I explore it a lot in my own life (religious trauma and all that, you know how it is). I'm glad I could inspire you. :)
I also checked out your blog and gave you a follow from my main, I love your work!
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