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i. The thing about phoenixes is that they die. They burn. And that is the fact of things. People don’t seem to pay nearly as much attention to this as they do to the fact that they “rise from the ashes.” But no matter, for the fact is true enough. They rise.

ii. I wonder, does it hurt? The burning I mean, not the rising. Does it gnaw at the heart until you realise the warm glow filling the chest cavity was out to get you all along; it was never on your side, and all the lies that it fed you now feed fuel to the fire, even as it feeds on you. Does it burn the eyes with the intensity of unshed tears, or curl down the throat until you can no longer tell the difference between smoke and sobs; but then again, it doesn’t matter, you’re choking.

iii. It’s all very well to say, I’m a phoenix because I always rise from the ashes. But do you? Or do you cower under them for the false illusion of warmth until a cold gust of wind scatters them off your back and whips you to your feet, and before you know it, you’re tossed back into the cycle. Do you feel older? Wiser? No. You just feel colder. But no matter, for here’s another chance, that you never asked for.

iv. The thing about phoenixes is that they die. They burn. And that is the fact of things. People don’t seem to pay nearly as much attention to this as they do to the discount label of immortality, the big, shiny sticker that clouds perception. But no matter, for the fact is true enough. They rise, if only to realise that the same wind which whipped them to their feet, knocks them to the ground.

FFF103 — Burn It Down; @flashfictionfridayofficial​

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꧁•𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂•꧂ 

↳ a character study — QING JIEXI

ft. low quality graphics & writing because i spent all my braincells on the actual draft.

QING JIEXI, the High Empress of the kingdom of Fuxin. A talented young ruler, she loves her sister more than anything else in the world. Her ascension to the throne was by no means something she had asked for, but she has done her best to be worthy of the role.

[ author notes: she is very worthy. someone take her away from me and give her a nice long holiday on a beach far away. ]

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Do they see me? -Zuha

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⌜‧༺˚✤ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. 

ft ✤ trickster fae / enemies to lovers / vengeance / adventure / court politics / sun & moon dynamics / mercurial gods / betraying destiny / soulmates / fairy tale logic & motifs 

isa aetheling , the only child of the queen of the solar fae & rightful heir to the sun throne , has been driven from his home by those who would see him dead . his only refuge comes in the form of emmerich de chasuariie , scion of the lunar court & long prophesied to be felled at the hands of the aetheling . now , thrust together by a wicked destiny , isa & em must look to each other or find themselves at the wrong end of a blade . 

⌜‧༺˚✤ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼.

isa aetheling ✤ crown prince of the solar fae , marked at birth with the title of aetheling : vanquisher of the inconstant moon . favored by his mother , he has trained to slay the ophaling from the moment he could carry a sword . 

wigbrand bux ✤ the aetheling ’ s adept retainer , sworn to an ichored oath by the solar queen herself . an assiduous & vexing presence , but his loyalty is more iron-willed than mortal prayers . 

emmerich “ em ” de chasuariie ✤ crown prince of the lunar fae , marked at birth with the title of ophaling : the death of daylight . like all lunar fae , his features are pale from centuries of fleeing the light of the ever-burning golden sun . 

isolde de chasuariie ✤ younger twin sister to emmerich , covets his crown & glory that will never truly be hers . she has grown to detest her elder brother ’ s reluctance to extinguish out the solar fae once & for all . 

leif geiselhart ✤ the former heir of one the ten great fae families who has since rescinded all titles & claims in favor of ascending to the position of keeper of the white hart . the scant drops of royal ichor flowing through his veins grant him the blessing of flighted wings . 

⌜‧༺˚✤ 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽. 

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WIP INTRODUCTION *ROMANTICS*

genre: retelling, lgbtq+, romance, drama

setting: today (no covid though), Cambridge, the fictive Winstanley college

status: 1st draft, writing

pov: first person multiple

At Winstanley College, one of the oldest universities in Cambridge, eight completely different and yet all extremely talented students find themselves together who would never have met under normal circumstances.

Percy the dreamer - at last he is away from his conservative home and at last he can pursue his own ideas, that is, once he can get his thoughts in order and not have to save one of his new friends from, say, suffocation.

George the mysterious - he's the life of every party and knows exactly how to present himself in the right light. With all his highly intelligent chatter, however, it's easy to overlook the fact that he's actually anything but happy

Mary the goth - you always see her walking around with a book or even writing paper under her arm and most of the time she seems quite cool and dismissive, but if you approach her in the right way she just bubbles over with imagination

Claire the sweet - a whirlwind, you could say. Always wearing the most colourful (homemade) clothes, she prances through Winstanley's corridors while humming a funny tune. Actually, she wanted to be a singer, but she should rather be 'intellectually active'.

John the lovely - perhaps the happiest of them all, and it shows. He may not have rank or money (he got a scholarship to Cambridge), but he is usually even-tempered and not easily impressed unless someone is hurting a cat.

Polly the clumsy - his name is actually also John, but because of his distinctive surname (Polidori) he is called Polly Dolly, or just Polly, a name George once gave him. He really does his best at everything, but somehow he's only good at science, and exceptionally good at that.

Anne the clever - the epitome of 'Beauty and Brains'. Not only does she manage to look absolutely stunning at every opportunity, but she also has the best grades, especially in mathematics. Sometimes, however, her perfection can become a bit much, especially as she knows how to use it

Caro the crazy - no doubt she has a screw loose, but that doesn't detract from her popularity and especially her joie de vivre. Her goal is mainly to make life difficult for George, who once dumped her, but if you really get to know her, she can also be a very good friend

And now that all these special and thoroughly precarious people have met, I'd say the drama can begin.

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This is Part II of this poem. Enjoy!

She was the sun, And he, the sky, was on fire, And that’s where this story should end;

But she was fading, Her hues separating, Melting into the waters beneath;

She did this often, But that night, it was different, That night, there was no promise to keep;

Her fire faded, And his darkness deepened, And soon there was nothing to see;

He thought she’d return, Or maybe, he hoped that she would, Or maybe, he felt it was her duty;

She’d thought that once too, But now that she knew, She realised duty was but an illusion;

The cycle was a trap, ’Twas a never-ending loop, One she had put herself through;

And every time, she’d fallen, And every morning, she’d risen, Only to fall prey to the illusion again;

But after nights and nights of falling, She realised she could finally set.

FFF100 — Dying Fire; @flashfictionfridayofficial​

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She would miss him, But her time here was over, She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand, Even as duty pulled her further and further away, Till her long fingers were all he could see;

She would be back soon, she promised, The fiery tip of her nails slowly fading away, Leaving his face to be swallowed by darkness;

She came back the same way she had left, Hand reaching ahead, Wanting nothing more to warm up his blues to a radiant gold;

Sweet and vibrant, She brought life back to him, Until the continuous cycle threw its shadow once again.

She would miss him, But her time here was over, She was needed somewhere else;

She stretched out her hand, Even as duty pulled her further and further away, Till her fingers were all he could see;

She opened her lips, The promise sitting ready on her tongue, As she tried to choke back a sob;

She watched him helplessly, Her hand still outstretched, There was nothing she could do;

She tried resisting the pull, Fingers reaching out, But there was nothing she could do.

There was nothing she could do, He watched as she struggled, She watched him as he watched her;

The fiery tips of her nails faded, His face was swallowed by the darkness, All quicker than usual;

As his face hid behind deepening black despair, Her glow was replaced by his shining tears, As the epiphany of what he had done struck him;

Her hand had been outstretched, His had been by his side, But she returned, duty forced her too;

She returned, as a mighty ball of fire, His tears still shined, but they were outshone, She was the sun and he, the sky, was on fire.

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feathered flames.

@writersnet​ event 1 · april 2021 | mythology

One boy plummets, bleeding wax, raining feathers. Bleeding feathers, raining wax. Another boy crashes, bursting with stolen divinity, caught in reins he no longer controls.

They burn, each on his own, across skies, across worlds, across space and time. You know how these stories end. Hubris inscribes their fates—punishments, for curiosity, for aspirations—onto their skin in flaming ink, preserved by whispers and ink.

Perhaps the boys are less daring in some worlds, and heed their fathers’ advice. They are not lost to oceans—they drown in history’s forgotten abysses instead. Perhaps they laugh in some skies and scream in others. Maybe some gods are cruel, and have them languish for eternity and beyond.

But maybe some are kinder, and Icarus and Phaethon find their way to each other as they fall. 

Have you kissed the Sun, too?  I have been the Sun.  That is why we fall from grace. We fall to glory, brother, and nothing less. Do not regret it. A charred smile. The world was not meant for such as us.

(Perhaps some other world will be.)

—aish. 03/05/2021.

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@writersnet event 1 · april 2021 / mythology

Title: A Glade of Lights

Word Count: 1.4k+ | Warnings: Crime, Dark

Deep in the forest, through a barrier, there was a glade where his demise awaits.

There was a graveyard with no crosses and tombstones. It was located deep through the thick woods and greenery of the forest. A clearing where the moon served as its marker, for those who’d want to lead themselves astray and for him.

No prayers were offered, no candles were lit. Even if anyone did, it’s not what they wanted. Its existence remained a mystery. The villagers stood countless warnings around the forest to keep everyone safe. And no one ever went there, not since few town daredevils never came back.

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𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒮𝒯𝐸𝒜𝐿𝒮 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝒪𝒪𝒩

❝ You filthy mortal. You are the soul liable with slaying our precious moonflower princess. And the bounty for that atrocity is your own gore. You will stay trial and be patrolled by our prestigious starflower prince until your final punishment. And until then you shall be ostracized by your peers and condemned by your mortal blood. ❞

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

vavilova tarasovich - the timorous human, ensnared by the haughty starflower prince, fabricated to be a moonflower slayer.

kazimir zvezdaskaya -  the starflower prince. a dreadful existence to all who encounter, but none can deny his captivating aura.

kanarina valerievna -  the pristine moonflower princess, the reinstatement for the departed. a duplicitous damsel ravenous for avengement.

aleksei komolov -  the sunflower prince. a vigorous contender heeding retribution for the credulous human. 

aleksander petrovna - the starflower knight. a belligerent guardian who cannot dominate his overflowing temper around mortals yet has a delicate side.

gresheniva miloslava - the starflower scholar. entangled up in lexicons more than he is in societal activity. a devout disciple to the starflower reign.

anestacia romanovich - the moonflower lady in waiting. a covert presence around kalizan notorious for her vexing personality.

sachasa timofeyevich - the sunflower damsel. vavilova’s inseparable companion during her separation from society. a pitied wallflower around the court.

panina zakharovich - the starflower messenger. the mercurial girl who relinquishes her allegiance to various courts.

𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱

lunakudinsk is seperated by four races: the starflowers, the sunflowers, and the moonflowers, and the humans. vavilova tarasovich is a human content with knowing she will never be anything more than a servant for the fae. that is, until she’s chosen through a raffle to become a student at the prestigous fae academy kalizan. now thrust directly into the wild world of immortal beings, magic, and cutthroat students, vavilova has a target on her back. and when a moonflower is found drowned outside kalizan, vavilova finds herself not only being pinned as a killer, but also as the fae’s worst enemy.

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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ೃ⁀➷⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ writeblr reintro: veiliza ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ೃ༄

Hi there! Although I’ve been on writeblr for the past year or so, I felt the need to reintroduce myself because I feel like this blog isn’t very personal and I’d also like to tell my new followers something about myself (love you btw). So here we go.

˚general info˚

eliza | she/her | enfp | 15 | virgo

lover of vintage things and old hollywood | hater of cauliflower | marxist | blm

˚preferences˚

themes/tropes: enemies to lovers | soulmates | misconceptions of love and loyalty | morally grey characters | smart but traumatised | lgbtq+ | soft for one person | slow burn | forbidden relationships | handsome mysterious strangers | nothing is as it seems | fighting against conventions

genres: historical fiction/fantasy | mystery | crime | (dramatic) romance | horror (not gory though)

˚current projects˚

·˚ ༘ Cosmopolitan: a historical drama/romance about a young aristocrat who returns from wwi and, being completely hopeless and emotionally blunted, throws himself into a glamorous but shady world of champagne, gambling and endless affairs. He may have a faint idea of what he’s doing which is merely fleeing his responsibilities, but it takes several years of heartache to make him realise it.

·˚ ༘ Doll Face: historical fantasy set in a pseudo-rococo/18th century winter world. In the city of Cantaville, Zoyka, a young girl who is also the granddaughter of the most famous magician in the country, is supposed to be married to Lillian, the only daughter of the rich Sandino family. However, the wedding has to be postponed when a terrifying curse starts turning the population into dolls, one by one. Zoyka, Lillian and Cynthian, a secretive quick-change artist have to do everything they can to prevent the people of Cantaville from being turned into dolls completely.

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CASTLING FOR ESCAPE 

01. AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT 02. MAKE SURE BOTH OF US WALK AWAY

Synopsis: Reluctant newlyweds Leila Kagan and Evin Saretas want nothing to do with each other. They appear in public together, and live separate lives the rest of the time, and plan to do nothing more until the day they die. Evin watches his brother train the knights, while Leila goes out to run the Zirah, Apnourah’s most popular duelling arena. But after an assassination attempt is made on Evin, the two decide to make a deal: Leila will use the Zirah to lure in the person behind the attempt in exchange for passage out of Apnourah, severing her connection to Evin once and for all. However, the Zirah lures more than just a suspect, leaving Leila and Evin to realize they might be stuck where they are for longer than they hoped.

Houses of Nolivah: House Kagan, House Nazarian, House Saretas, House Gold, House Kashny

Kingdoms: Nolivah, Daliyakh, Lataire

Characters: Leila Kagan, Evin Saretas, Hanni Nazarian, Jamie Andrade, Zach Saretas, Becca Glaser, Elijah Klein

Themes: lgbt+ rep, suspense, friendship, found family, romance

Warnings: violence, descriptions of gore, death

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╭﹒❍﹒𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖑 — a writeblr re-introduction.

⋆˚﹆⟠﹒𝕮HRISTENING ! 

hi, my name’s aurora (aura / rora) and i use she/her pronouns! i was previously @winteranarchy on writeblr but i’ve decided to rebrand and reintroduce myself. my writing will be posted here on this blog and a list of my current projects can be found on this page, but i’ll also start being more active on my writing twitter @rorawrites. you can also find me at my main @warstorm which is my litblr where i post and reblog edits.  i’m fifteen and i’m a scorpio, slytherin, i/entj and vietnamese-australia. i’m a lover of literature and mythology as well as classical and fantasy novels and some of my favourite books include the night circus, the picture of dorian gray and perfume: the story of a murderer. please feel free to add me to any of your tag lists or chat with me through my inbox or dms, i’d love to get to know more you lovely people and get acquainted with your writing too !

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@writersnet​ event 1 · april 2021 / mythology

⭒❃.✮:▹ the thurs - maidens. ◃:✮.❃⭒

a poem by eliza ormandy, inspired by The Poetic Edda

This is the story

Of the land of Ida

Whose virtues long vanished under vice and iniquity

When Minister Glum

Called the highest of the gods

To punish them all

To slaughter them all

To destroy them all

To the last

Odin heard him

He hastened to Thurs

Against the wind

To summon his daughters

To punish them all

To slaughter them all

To destroy them all

To the last.

But Glum, the traitor

First.

Part 1: Asvor

When Glum fled

From the service of the king

Called Osgrim,

As he hid himself

In a cave

In the deep forests of Ozur

Came Asvor.

The hair like fire

The eyes like a mountain spring

The skin like snow

Falling on a glacier

And Glum fell

Deep into sin

And as he lay on the ground

With wild joy

Asvor drew her crystal sword

To punish him

To slaughter him

To destroy him

And she did it quickly.

Part 2: Jodis

The people were strong

For their king was weak.

Osgrim, the failure

Alone in his castle.

And one day

Jodis stood before him.

Hair like a moonless night

Eyes like a hawk

The skin like warm sand

From the southern lands.

Osgrim pleaded

He threw himself down

And wept into the hem

Of her dress.

A dress of iron

But a Thurs-maiden

She has no sympathy for weakness.

And she drew her golden dagger

To punish him

To slaughter him

To destroy him.

That was the end of Osgrim.

Part 3: Yrsa

Now the people were

Unruly.

King and minister dead

And no one left whom they feared

For they were godless.

But Odin does not forgive such things

So he sent the third

Yrsa the Fair and the Terrible

The Destructive.

Hair like sea foam

Eyes like amethysts

Skin like granite

Of which the mountains are

She drew her flaming spear

With one stroke

With a howl of joy

She set the land of Ida ablaze

To punish them all

To slaughter them all

To destroy them all

Until not one was left

And the land a wilderness

So peace came back to Ida

Though at what cost

And for all eternity

Though a myth now

They shall be remembered

The three Thurs-maidens

The beautiful and the deadly

The terrible and the just

Three steel souls

Who travel on clouds.

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WHERE LOST QUEENS RISE. wip reintroduction

MEETINGS AT THE FORK ON THE PATH TO DOOM.

it’s a story anneliese haft has heard a thousand times in the small hamlet she calls home. tucked away at the foot of the mountains separating the herrschaft of stern from the cursed lands, farnburg is as peaceful as it gets.

that is, until the eighth month of the tenth year.

there is a monster in the forest, and it demands sacrifice. each decade, the lord of stern sends a boy and a girl into the forest at the foot of the mountains. each year, they never return and the monster is appeased. the town stays quiet, and the boy and girl are never spoken of again. there is no happy ending.

this year, anneleise and her brother matthias haft are chosen. this is a story about the last monster.

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amaité.- mayan origin name, that translates to “rostro del cielo” or “face of the heavens”.

— about.

hello i’m marcy! my pronouns are they/she and i’m an aspiring writer with who never exists completely except for that opportune moment. if i’m not usually crying over fictional, i tend to write words hoping they make sense.

my favorite books are le petit prince, these violent delights, wuthering heights, cien años de soledad, if we were villains and the revenge of the sith novelization.

—wip: asystole 

trying to find they way in life, two past lovers meet again only to find out their love is burning them to the point they can revive over time. 

someone once said that the saddest word in the whole english language was almost.  he was almost in love and she was almost good for him. he almost stopped and dropped everything, she almost waited. and they almost made it.

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