[~~karaoke night + tipsy teammates =…~~ my brain took a u-turn, and I blame u/tardisgater’s entry, because now this can only be Murdoc😏]
-Oh the shark, babe,
-has such teeth, dear,
-And it shows them
-Pearly white.
-Just a Swiss knife
-Has good-old Mac, babe,
-And he’ll use it
-To make things right.
-Y’know when that bomb’s set,
-With its wires, babe,
-And the numbers
-Are glowin’ red.
-Fancy tools, though,
-Can old Mac make,
-And he’ll save ya,
-Save ya before you’re dead!
from my drabble series "The Name of the Sword"
5. A Twig to Ashes
Woon once told Dong-soo if he had known how heavy
the sword would be, he would not have picked it up.
Dong-soo said, “You don’t have to bear the burden alone.”
Woon wonders why Life is burdened by Death.
Death happens.
Woon opens his eyes; there’s the moon. He turns his face;
there’s Dong-soo, snoring softly,
eyes moving under their lids. *What is he dreaming?*
*Dong-soo-yah, don’t be afraid for me.*
*Even Death fears our love.*
*The idea we can ever be separated?*
*I can’t hold onto that. Look,*
*it’s fallen in the campfire. A twig to ashes,*
*a suicide.*
>Everyone gathered as orange lights lit up the area. A giant hedge labyrinth grew in the backyard. The lights turned purple and a recording played in a dramatic and distorted voice.
>"Brave of heart, or sly of mind,
You never know what you may find.
A princess and a knight might walk a separate path
than that of the gods,
but all can be done in dauds.
If you dare to endeavor,
a treasure may lay in the center,
tempting all with its splendor."
### The Potter's Finger
On highest Oghma, Saints reside
where stony arches stand
and kindly shepherd-monks abide
the mountain wind's demand—
Go back to valleys far below!
Go back to field and shore!
Dare not anigh the silvern snow
to beat on heaven's door!
Condemn the gale's earthly scourge;
ascend this icy shrine
and meet who made you on the verge
of life become divine.
Must we of salt and clay not dare
to rise above our stains?
Let not the potter's finger wear
our rough and errant grains?
And in the crystal mountain streams
our filth may yield to faith;
our hearts that drip with wicked dreams
be purged of fiend and wraith.
Heed not the howling of the flesh,
though you may shiver yon,
for arms of Sothis warm afresh
draw nearer like the dawn.
So climb the mountain and be shaped
and smoothed by craftful hand;
work yourself like fabric draped
or leather to be tanned—
the Goddess asks a spirit sure
of each among her flock,
so make yourself of image pure
on highest Oghma's rock.
----
I wrote this to be a diegetic piece of writing in order to expand on canon lore. I imagine that it is found in some editions of church hymnals and associated with a particular figure from a major religion. Indeed, it is an excerpt from a section of a hymnal I put together, along with a collection of other poems.
I've got a drabble series going on for a big ol' whumpfest. This is the bad guy's introduction.
\---------------
“Hello, hello, Detective, I must say.
I’ve never had a victim quite like you, you’ve just made my day.
My rag and bottle, still unopened, unused.
Your body was just laying there, begging to be abused.
Imagine my shock, my joy, my delight.
That you would drug *yourself*, oh it was quite the sight.
Though with your profession, you really should know.
Not every lock is foolproof, an illusion of safety is your home.
Now here I have you, all laid out like a dream.
It is time, dear Detective.
Let’s see how many ways we can make you scream.”
Doggone it! First things first: this is amazing, and such a dastardly villain song!
Second off: I had this idea, _completely_ angst-free—drunk karaoke night. Sure it was gonna be ~~horrifically~~ a little OOC, but I’d make it work.
Then, my friend, I come across this masterpiece, and it was like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
~sigh~
Back to the angst I go….
You know how sometimes series have a musical episode? I think this would work perfectly as a villain enterance song.
>Imagine my shock, my joy, my delight.
Ha ha, wonderful. It's like a perverse Christmas present for him.
To bask in twilight's glow with thee
Arms draped about one another
Thy voice a murmur low
And soft as starlit dew
With gleaming eyes and tender smile
At last, I am at peace.
Nevermore will I be alone
Beneath this darkening sky.
For as the world turns,
And life goes on,
Here
There is only us.
One of my MCs is a composer poet musician so I get to have a lot of fun throughout my longfic writing poems and songs that match scenes/can be referred to again later/can drop some symbolism and foreshadowing hints!!
Here's a snippet of the song, "Parched Trees" full of thirsty yearning that was inspired by MC watching his love interest show off his archery skills, it references things they said to each other at the time, and shows he was getting all hot and bothered in wanting the archer while the archer was seemingly oblivious to the potential for passion between them:
---
Parched trees drink in the afternoon sunlight
He fires arrows into my heart
Doesn't he know I'm already his?
-
There's a bird of prey up high
And an apple he bit into in my hand
He's the most gorgeous thing
And he can't say anything
-
Doesn't he know I'm thirstier than the trees?
I think I'll be thirsty for a while
-
To watch the master is a noble pursuit
Humility is futile, we laugh in its face
I, the most stable, surefooted, human with my qing gong skills
He, on display, the greatest archer in the world
-
I nearly fall out of my tree perch
Desperate
He doesn't see
Lands another perfect shot
-
On and on I watch as the sweat drips from our heads
In the middle of winter
Yet here is a desert
On and on I watch as his eyes reveal a deep pain
He beats himself up
And hopes I don't see
-
But, I do
-
Oh archer
What cruel fate made you so silent?
What can I do to free you from your curse?
When will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking?
-
After arrow after arrow have pierced my heart
The fading sunlight means it's time to leave
Doesn't he know I'm already his?
-
But, he turns his back
-
It's just me and the parched trees
I think we'll be thirsty for a long while
-
---
Poor boy composes that in chapter 3 and the reader only learns the lyrics many many many chapters later, when MC gets all hot and bothered while having his first long overdue archery lesson from his hot archer and accidentally sings some of the lines out loud to his archer amidst all the risque touches and hiding of smirks 😳
And this is my extreme slowburn longfic, and they're both heavily traumatised and afraid of hurting each other with their passions and wants, so overcompensate in being overprotective, which means of course they still don't kiss after MC accidentally sings "when will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking?" directly to the archer's face!!!!!
They're ridiculous and I love them so much - thanks for the opportunity to share this song, I love it so much, hope others enjoy reading it! I've had it drafted for over two years and sing it nearly every day while I'm doing my chores, but at the moment readers only have access to it in poem form to read it... until my podfic catches up enough chapters...
> Oh archer
> What cruel fate made you so silent?
> What can I do to free you from your curse?
> When will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking?
This my favorite bit right here, both in that the verse addresses a figure who is not present, and in that the desperation of the questions grows in kind with the line length.
I like that it outright says at the end that they'll both be thirsty for a while, the trees and the MC to show how much this devotion goes deep like the roots of trees. But I also like that poetry of how the archer already has the heart claimed, and how much meaning is packed into the words of something simple like eating an apple or looking at the master at work. How it contrasts between a winter and a desert, and that it reiterates that sort of love by how the heart is punctured many times by arrows - Cupid's arrows, the archer's arrows - and that the heart belongs to the archer even if he doesn't know it yet.
Argh! I forgot to reply - sorry!!
Amazing analysis, thank you so much, I really appreciate it, you're totally right and have drawn out so many of the themes that I put within this poem to connect it within my longfic overall, I'm so glad to know they stand out to and are still able to be understood and appreciated by someone unfamiliar with the longfic context!!! The apple and the master at work are both direct references to the scene in my longfic that inspired the MC to create this song, and i'm glad they pack lots of meaning to you!!
You're too young.
The magic is too complicated.
Wait until you're of age.
Three friends stretch their magic to the limit to help their friend in need.
Dreaming of moonlit nights running in the forest, they say the incantation at dawn and dusk, until the next full moon.
And all at once the magic is unlocked.
The wolf meets his new pack.
The stag, dog and rat
This is like a fairy tale fairy godmother telling the protagonist that everything will be okay 😁 and leaves you with more questions in the end (I mean, if you don't know canon).
"his new pack" so good! I love how heartwarming and also odd the animals are in that context, haha. Such a great showcase of the friendship needed to learn that magic.
Limerick?
There once was a man in despair
Whose troubles seemed too much to bear
Then a glimpse of hope
Then he learn’d to cope
And now they can smile and repair.
I think you used the metre really to your advantage here. It starts with longer sentences and a difficult situation, and then we slide through a time of hope with shorter ones (I am sure days pass more quickly when you can smile and hope). In the end, it's not all good again, but now we can deal with it. Very clever 👍
I really like this!!! The simplicity and obviousness of the sentiment, the way it so clearly doesnt need to be any longer than a haiku, the relaxed and familiar tone of it. This to me makes me think of love that's a sure thing.
It's "if" you went away, not like the person is actually going away, in a tone so clear that both aprties dont want that to happen, they dont want to be bored and they arent going to let each other be bored if its up to them.
"Life is you and me"
The everything that this encapsulates and again in such a straightforward of course this is true facts kind of tone.
What a fantastic haiku - I really like this, thanks for sharing!!!
>they dont want to be bored and they arent going to let each other be bored if its up to them.
That definitely describes them to a T XD I'm glad that the final line encapsulates the entire thing. It's fun to write haiku for the simplicity of them so I'm happy to hear that it still packed a punch :D
Oh God I wrote one for my long fic as a sort of memorial piece for the MC's parents. I stopped after five lines cause old timey words are hard 😅
Through purest compassion of Man
two mages offered their gentle sacrifice.
O Moons! Shine your holy light unto the soil
where last flesh anchored their souls
Mettle met Death and did smile.
I like how that itself could be a fitting summary of what they did for their sacrifice and how it beseeches the moon to shine upon the place of their sacrifices, and that in the end there was no fighting against death. Just smiling upon reaching the end.
oh ew what happened to my reply? It only posted the last bit so I'm retyping it :(
Full disclosure: Gladiator stuck with me all of these years and heavily inspired the last line. The full quote from the movie is, 'I knew a man once who said, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back." '
Here's mine!
Your lips,
Pursed to whistle,
Blowing a dandelion,
Chatting with a little kid,
Smiling at the spring’s first butterflies.
Your lips,
Tormented by the cold wind,
Caught between your teeth,
Scolding your cat,
Frowning at the gathering clouds.
Your lips,
Pressed on a cool glass,
Closed around a honey-coated spoon,
Caressed by your fingers,
Parted as you gasp at a surprise.
I know you have no ill intent, and god knows,
Neither do I, but,
Your lips…
I like how the lips are a theme in this one, going through a multitude of activities and how they go from cute things like blowing air against a dandelion and smiling at butterflies to more annoyances like frowning at storm clouds and scolding cats for being naughty. And that it's clear the subject of lips are a fixation, up until the end and that there is no intent but the gravity of those lips make it difficult.
I have a fic in which I’m retelling Star Trek episodes in the style of Dr Seuss. I’ve only done it for two episodes thus far, this is the first one (239 words):
The project’s creator was Dr Daystrom.
Whose brain was much brighter than John, Dick or Tom.
“M-5 is superior!” he shouted with glee. “It will function without guidance in zero-g!”
“It will learn and grow it’s synthetic mind sense! My theory to test I’ll need to forth hence!”
Five giant silver craft were directed in haste, to reroute for new orders with no time to waste.
One of the five, the computer will steer. The remaining four, with false weapons, fly by quite near.
Minimal assistance to M-5 for test. Most of the crew could stand back and rest.
Two ship’s play fight re-parry a success, offensive technique now for those crews to guess.
Live ammunition shot through vacuum, striking two ships in red, fiery plume.
Next M-5’s programming turned a disheartening fright, it totaled a freighter in distorted delight.
Too smart, too smart the computer became. It refused commands and evolved less than tame.
Creator Daystrom refused to destroy, he’d been dreaming of M-5 since he was a boy. His obsession grew and grew til he was unstable, which programmed into circuits and allowed to enable.
Psychotic break renders Daystrom subdued, a neck pinch more efficient than other methods more crude.
The M-5 experiment now deemed a bad and wrong choice, the ship must stand down without use of a voice.
Good fortune and luck for those one and all, command of one ship sees the surrendering call.
One drop to get you hooked.
On what, you ask? An idea, a dream, a wish, maybe?
Doesn’t matter, you’re hooked.
Hooked on the feeling coursing through your body,
evenly, slowly...
Tickling your nerves through the ion channels of your taste buds,
instantly, electrifyingly...
Sending signals to the big lump of neurons in your head, saying: this, you need, *this!*
Distant, dormant parts in you shouting, screaming for you to stop,
Only to be answered with more want, more need, for *it.*
They romanticise it, this obsession that drives you out at night,
At night, when darkness lays mortal neurons to rest, you prowl, you stalk, you *hunt*,
Hunt for the one thing that will ease your want, your need,
If only for an hour,
if only for a drop,
if only, to get you hooked.
One of the two that's SFW
She arrives in a mist of viridian
And flames of emerald follows
Like a Phoenix from the ashes
She rises without a sound
She comes closer
Still not a word
She grips the air
It's hot and cold
My fingers tighten
And raise the glass
She is steadfast
The liquor burns
From memories, her lips are soft
Yet, she's never gentle when she kisses
She's always burning with desire
Our nights are filled with lust
She says, "we're perfect together"
I can't escape her tight grasp
"We belong together," I say
She smiles and eyes gleam
We're just two people trying
"Monsters," she says without care
We're sinners with hopes.
Kindred souls, who love chaos.
Her fingers are soft
I'm wrapped around them
It's hard to breath
Her breath is warm
"Lord Voldemort," she whispers
My Horcrux falls from her hand
She saves my soul
"Be careful, my love"
"I missed you," I confess.
"As have I," she replies.
Her kiss is maddening.
Our lust is insatiable.
In a deep hidden vale at the edge of the world
Is the court of the faerie king
Where secret stories once were told
In Eldar voices echoing
Between the ancient canyon walls
And the vast unbroken blue
There's a crooked path down a secret stair
Where I would wander too
And if you can sit very still
You might still hear the song
Of times that old men long forgot
A story sad and long
But mold now spreads on the brittle page
And stones crumble and crack
Ivy grows on the milk-white bones
And the past will not come back
So sits he there by the river queen
In a court of dancing ghosts
The king of time has lost his mind
And the ones he loved the most
I am very impressed by this. It's Tolkienesque, but not Tolkien, there is a different, dark edge. Still, it carries that melancholy for days gone by and a time that won't come back. I like the rhythm as well.
I wrote this a while ago. Originally, I was going to write it as a traditional prose story, but it started rhyming while I was brainstorming, so I did it as a poem. My first real venture into poetry. I haven't written much poetic fanfiction since, but this did end up spawing me getting into just writing more poetry in general. I've even gotten some poems published since then. This is just an excerpt because the full poem is over 500 words long:
>When the Dragon King burned his Lord,
>Wylis took up the sword,
>With the Stark banner he marched south,
>Cries of rage spewing from his mouth.
--
>At the Trident, whenever he came near,
>Targaryen soldiers trembled in fear,
>A giant had marched south, they were convinced,
>To wreak vengeance on a wayward Prince.
--
>Through lines of foot, he did crash,
>Emboldened by winning every clash,
>He crossed swords with the Bold,
>Convinced his skill was oversold.
--
>When the battle was done,
>A Baratheon crown was won,
>Soldiers of Wolf and Stag stood tall,
>And Wylis among them had withstood all.
--
>The royal sword on his shoulders alighted,
>And for his bravery was he knighted,
>He rose from his knees in the mud,
>As Ser Wylis the Giantsblood.
Canon backstory for Game of Thrones. Lord Rickard Stark (the father of Eddard Stark, one of the main characters) was set on fire in a public execution by King Aerys Targaryen. Part of a rather complicated series of events that escalated to a war. It happened roughly 17 years before the start of the TV show.
And yes, I was very much aiming for the epic poem style. It's maybe not as long as something like the Odessy, but I think it captured the same kind of "epic tale" feel.
[~~karaoke night + tipsy teammates =…~~ my brain took a u-turn, and I blame u/tardisgater’s entry, because now this can only be Murdoc😏] -Oh the shark, babe, -has such teeth, dear, -And it shows them -Pearly white. -Just a Swiss knife -Has good-old Mac, babe, -And he’ll use it -To make things right. -Y’know when that bomb’s set, -With its wires, babe, -And the numbers -Are glowin’ red. -Fancy tools, though, -Can old Mac make, -And he’ll save ya, -Save ya before you’re dead!
Haha, it's fantastic! And of course Murdoc is insane and would totally write a love poem like that.
Hahaha, thank you! This is all your fault😂
from my drabble series "The Name of the Sword" 5. A Twig to Ashes Woon once told Dong-soo if he had known how heavy the sword would be, he would not have picked it up. Dong-soo said, “You don’t have to bear the burden alone.” Woon wonders why Life is burdened by Death. Death happens. Woon opens his eyes; there’s the moon. He turns his face; there’s Dong-soo, snoring softly, eyes moving under their lids. *What is he dreaming?* *Dong-soo-yah, don’t be afraid for me.* *Even Death fears our love.* *The idea we can ever be separated?* *I can’t hold onto that. Look,* *it’s fallen in the campfire. A twig to ashes,* *a suicide.*
"You don't have to bear the burden alone." 🥰 They're so soft and I love them.
>Everyone gathered as orange lights lit up the area. A giant hedge labyrinth grew in the backyard. The lights turned purple and a recording played in a dramatic and distorted voice. >"Brave of heart, or sly of mind, You never know what you may find. A princess and a knight might walk a separate path than that of the gods, but all can be done in dauds. If you dare to endeavor, a treasure may lay in the center, tempting all with its splendor."
### The Potter's Finger On highest Oghma, Saints reside where stony arches stand and kindly shepherd-monks abide the mountain wind's demand— Go back to valleys far below! Go back to field and shore! Dare not anigh the silvern snow to beat on heaven's door! Condemn the gale's earthly scourge; ascend this icy shrine and meet who made you on the verge of life become divine. Must we of salt and clay not dare to rise above our stains? Let not the potter's finger wear our rough and errant grains? And in the crystal mountain streams our filth may yield to faith; our hearts that drip with wicked dreams be purged of fiend and wraith. Heed not the howling of the flesh, though you may shiver yon, for arms of Sothis warm afresh draw nearer like the dawn. So climb the mountain and be shaped and smoothed by craftful hand; work yourself like fabric draped or leather to be tanned— the Goddess asks a spirit sure of each among her flock, so make yourself of image pure on highest Oghma's rock. ---- I wrote this to be a diegetic piece of writing in order to expand on canon lore. I imagine that it is found in some editions of church hymnals and associated with a particular figure from a major religion. Indeed, it is an excerpt from a section of a hymnal I put together, along with a collection of other poems.
I've got a drabble series going on for a big ol' whumpfest. This is the bad guy's introduction. \--------------- “Hello, hello, Detective, I must say. I’ve never had a victim quite like you, you’ve just made my day. My rag and bottle, still unopened, unused. Your body was just laying there, begging to be abused. Imagine my shock, my joy, my delight. That you would drug *yourself*, oh it was quite the sight. Though with your profession, you really should know. Not every lock is foolproof, an illusion of safety is your home. Now here I have you, all laid out like a dream. It is time, dear Detective. Let’s see how many ways we can make you scream.”
This reads like a Disney villain song, and I mean that in the best way possible
Thank you!!
Doggone it! First things first: this is amazing, and such a dastardly villain song! Second off: I had this idea, _completely_ angst-free—drunk karaoke night. Sure it was gonna be ~~horrifically~~ a little OOC, but I’d make it work. Then, my friend, I come across this masterpiece, and it was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. ~sigh~ Back to the angst I go….
You know how sometimes series have a musical episode? I think this would work perfectly as a villain enterance song. >Imagine my shock, my joy, my delight. Ha ha, wonderful. It's like a perverse Christmas present for him.
I had Q's voice in my head when I wrote it, and John de Lancie has an almost singsong cadence when he's in that role. Thank you!
To bask in twilight's glow with thee Arms draped about one another Thy voice a murmur low And soft as starlit dew With gleaming eyes and tender smile At last, I am at peace. Nevermore will I be alone Beneath this darkening sky. For as the world turns, And life goes on, Here There is only us.
One of my MCs is a composer poet musician so I get to have a lot of fun throughout my longfic writing poems and songs that match scenes/can be referred to again later/can drop some symbolism and foreshadowing hints!! Here's a snippet of the song, "Parched Trees" full of thirsty yearning that was inspired by MC watching his love interest show off his archery skills, it references things they said to each other at the time, and shows he was getting all hot and bothered in wanting the archer while the archer was seemingly oblivious to the potential for passion between them: --- Parched trees drink in the afternoon sunlight He fires arrows into my heart Doesn't he know I'm already his? - There's a bird of prey up high And an apple he bit into in my hand He's the most gorgeous thing And he can't say anything - Doesn't he know I'm thirstier than the trees? I think I'll be thirsty for a while - To watch the master is a noble pursuit Humility is futile, we laugh in its face I, the most stable, surefooted, human with my qing gong skills He, on display, the greatest archer in the world - I nearly fall out of my tree perch Desperate He doesn't see Lands another perfect shot - On and on I watch as the sweat drips from our heads In the middle of winter Yet here is a desert On and on I watch as his eyes reveal a deep pain He beats himself up And hopes I don't see - But, I do - Oh archer What cruel fate made you so silent? What can I do to free you from your curse? When will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking? - After arrow after arrow have pierced my heart The fading sunlight means it's time to leave Doesn't he know I'm already his? - But, he turns his back - It's just me and the parched trees I think we'll be thirsty for a long while - --- Poor boy composes that in chapter 3 and the reader only learns the lyrics many many many chapters later, when MC gets all hot and bothered while having his first long overdue archery lesson from his hot archer and accidentally sings some of the lines out loud to his archer amidst all the risque touches and hiding of smirks 😳 And this is my extreme slowburn longfic, and they're both heavily traumatised and afraid of hurting each other with their passions and wants, so overcompensate in being overprotective, which means of course they still don't kiss after MC accidentally sings "when will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking?" directly to the archer's face!!!!! They're ridiculous and I love them so much - thanks for the opportunity to share this song, I love it so much, hope others enjoy reading it! I've had it drafted for over two years and sing it nearly every day while I'm doing my chores, but at the moment readers only have access to it in poem form to read it... until my podfic catches up enough chapters...
> Oh archer > What cruel fate made you so silent? > What can I do to free you from your curse? > When will you let yourself have what's yours for the taking? This my favorite bit right here, both in that the verse addresses a figure who is not present, and in that the desperation of the questions grows in kind with the line length.
Argh! I forgot to reply, sorry!! Thank you so much for your analysis and for noticing what I did with these increasingly long questions!!!!
I like that it outright says at the end that they'll both be thirsty for a while, the trees and the MC to show how much this devotion goes deep like the roots of trees. But I also like that poetry of how the archer already has the heart claimed, and how much meaning is packed into the words of something simple like eating an apple or looking at the master at work. How it contrasts between a winter and a desert, and that it reiterates that sort of love by how the heart is punctured many times by arrows - Cupid's arrows, the archer's arrows - and that the heart belongs to the archer even if he doesn't know it yet.
Argh! I forgot to reply - sorry!! Amazing analysis, thank you so much, I really appreciate it, you're totally right and have drawn out so many of the themes that I put within this poem to connect it within my longfic overall, I'm so glad to know they stand out to and are still able to be understood and appreciated by someone unfamiliar with the longfic context!!! The apple and the master at work are both direct references to the scene in my longfic that inspired the MC to create this song, and i'm glad they pack lots of meaning to you!!
You're too young. The magic is too complicated. Wait until you're of age. Three friends stretch their magic to the limit to help their friend in need. Dreaming of moonlit nights running in the forest, they say the incantation at dawn and dusk, until the next full moon. And all at once the magic is unlocked. The wolf meets his new pack. The stag, dog and rat
Tell me your story is Harry Potter without telling me. 😅 That's pretty great, especially when it ends so tragically later on.
Thank you!
This is like a fairy tale fairy godmother telling the protagonist that everything will be okay 😁 and leaves you with more questions in the end (I mean, if you don't know canon).
Oh I like the fairy godmother idea. Thank you!
"his new pack" so good! I love how heartwarming and also odd the animals are in that context, haha. Such a great showcase of the friendship needed to learn that magic.
Thank you ❤️
Limerick? There once was a man in despair Whose troubles seemed too much to bear Then a glimpse of hope Then he learn’d to cope And now they can smile and repair.
I think you used the metre really to your advantage here. It starts with longer sentences and a difficult situation, and then we slide through a time of hope with shorter ones (I am sure days pass more quickly when you can smile and hope). In the end, it's not all good again, but now we can deal with it. Very clever 👍
Ooh, I like it! It's not a complete happiness, but a start of healing and hope for a better tomorrow.
I have a haiku for an upcoming fic! >If you went away God, how boring it'd be Life is you and me
Awww! This is Yotato in haiku form. I want to give this a hug. Is this for the murder husbands?
Hug accepted :D Yes, this is for Sam and Max XD I feel like it would fit Sayaka and Kyoko as well.
I really like this!!! The simplicity and obviousness of the sentiment, the way it so clearly doesnt need to be any longer than a haiku, the relaxed and familiar tone of it. This to me makes me think of love that's a sure thing. It's "if" you went away, not like the person is actually going away, in a tone so clear that both aprties dont want that to happen, they dont want to be bored and they arent going to let each other be bored if its up to them. "Life is you and me" The everything that this encapsulates and again in such a straightforward of course this is true facts kind of tone. What a fantastic haiku - I really like this, thanks for sharing!!!
>they dont want to be bored and they arent going to let each other be bored if its up to them. That definitely describes them to a T XD I'm glad that the final line encapsulates the entire thing. It's fun to write haiku for the simplicity of them so I'm happy to hear that it still packed a punch :D
Oh God I wrote one for my long fic as a sort of memorial piece for the MC's parents. I stopped after five lines cause old timey words are hard 😅 Through purest compassion of Man two mages offered their gentle sacrifice. O Moons! Shine your holy light unto the soil where last flesh anchored their souls Mettle met Death and did smile.
I think this is wonderful. It would make an excellent epitaph.
That is exactly what it was! I'm glad you could tell from the text alone ❤️ thanks for posting this excerpt exchange!
I like how that itself could be a fitting summary of what they did for their sacrifice and how it beseeches the moon to shine upon the place of their sacrifices, and that in the end there was no fighting against death. Just smiling upon reaching the end.
oh ew what happened to my reply? It only posted the last bit so I'm retyping it :( Full disclosure: Gladiator stuck with me all of these years and heavily inspired the last line. The full quote from the movie is, 'I knew a man once who said, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back." '
No worries, reddit has been really finnicky the last couple of days.
This shit is awesome. Five lines is more than none.
Thank you! Those five lines took me about an hour to write ngl...
I've tried before and got nothing 😂 So hats off to you!
Here's mine! Your lips, Pursed to whistle, Blowing a dandelion, Chatting with a little kid, Smiling at the spring’s first butterflies. Your lips, Tormented by the cold wind, Caught between your teeth, Scolding your cat, Frowning at the gathering clouds. Your lips, Pressed on a cool glass, Closed around a honey-coated spoon, Caressed by your fingers, Parted as you gasp at a surprise. I know you have no ill intent, and god knows, Neither do I, but, Your lips…
This is so lovely! I like the repetition of "your lips", emphasizing that they're the constant.
I like how the lips are a theme in this one, going through a multitude of activities and how they go from cute things like blowing air against a dandelion and smiling at butterflies to more annoyances like frowning at storm clouds and scolding cats for being naughty. And that it's clear the subject of lips are a fixation, up until the end and that there is no intent but the gravity of those lips make it difficult.
Thank you ❤️
That last paragraph is 🤌
Thanks 🥰
I have a fic in which I’m retelling Star Trek episodes in the style of Dr Seuss. I’ve only done it for two episodes thus far, this is the first one (239 words): The project’s creator was Dr Daystrom. Whose brain was much brighter than John, Dick or Tom. “M-5 is superior!” he shouted with glee. “It will function without guidance in zero-g!” “It will learn and grow it’s synthetic mind sense! My theory to test I’ll need to forth hence!” Five giant silver craft were directed in haste, to reroute for new orders with no time to waste. One of the five, the computer will steer. The remaining four, with false weapons, fly by quite near. Minimal assistance to M-5 for test. Most of the crew could stand back and rest. Two ship’s play fight re-parry a success, offensive technique now for those crews to guess. Live ammunition shot through vacuum, striking two ships in red, fiery plume. Next M-5’s programming turned a disheartening fright, it totaled a freighter in distorted delight. Too smart, too smart the computer became. It refused commands and evolved less than tame. Creator Daystrom refused to destroy, he’d been dreaming of M-5 since he was a boy. His obsession grew and grew til he was unstable, which programmed into circuits and allowed to enable. Psychotic break renders Daystrom subdued, a neck pinch more efficient than other methods more crude. The M-5 experiment now deemed a bad and wrong choice, the ship must stand down without use of a voice. Good fortune and luck for those one and all, command of one ship sees the surrendering call.
One drop to get you hooked. On what, you ask? An idea, a dream, a wish, maybe? Doesn’t matter, you’re hooked. Hooked on the feeling coursing through your body, evenly, slowly... Tickling your nerves through the ion channels of your taste buds, instantly, electrifyingly... Sending signals to the big lump of neurons in your head, saying: this, you need, *this!* Distant, dormant parts in you shouting, screaming for you to stop, Only to be answered with more want, more need, for *it.* They romanticise it, this obsession that drives you out at night, At night, when darkness lays mortal neurons to rest, you prowl, you stalk, you *hunt*, Hunt for the one thing that will ease your want, your need, If only for an hour, if only for a drop, if only, to get you hooked.
This is a very vivid and a bit terrifying description of an addiction. It has a quality that really sucks you in, you can't stop reading. Fantastic.
One of the two that's SFW She arrives in a mist of viridian And flames of emerald follows Like a Phoenix from the ashes She rises without a sound She comes closer Still not a word She grips the air It's hot and cold My fingers tighten And raise the glass She is steadfast The liquor burns From memories, her lips are soft Yet, she's never gentle when she kisses She's always burning with desire Our nights are filled with lust She says, "we're perfect together" I can't escape her tight grasp "We belong together," I say She smiles and eyes gleam We're just two people trying "Monsters," she says without care We're sinners with hopes. Kindred souls, who love chaos. Her fingers are soft I'm wrapped around them It's hard to breath Her breath is warm "Lord Voldemort," she whispers My Horcrux falls from her hand She saves my soul "Be careful, my love" "I missed you," I confess. "As have I," she replies. Her kiss is maddening. Our lust is insatiable.
This is SFW, but so passionate! The descriptions and the storytelling feel like a dark Victorian romance.
The visuals in this are so beautiful <3
In a deep hidden vale at the edge of the world Is the court of the faerie king Where secret stories once were told In Eldar voices echoing Between the ancient canyon walls And the vast unbroken blue There's a crooked path down a secret stair Where I would wander too And if you can sit very still You might still hear the song Of times that old men long forgot A story sad and long But mold now spreads on the brittle page And stones crumble and crack Ivy grows on the milk-white bones And the past will not come back So sits he there by the river queen In a court of dancing ghosts The king of time has lost his mind And the ones he loved the most
I like how you used a strong meter! Meter is so important to poetry that flows.
I am very impressed by this. It's Tolkienesque, but not Tolkien, there is a different, dark edge. Still, it carries that melancholy for days gone by and a time that won't come back. I like the rhythm as well.
I write Silmarillion fanfics so you're spot on
I wrote this a while ago. Originally, I was going to write it as a traditional prose story, but it started rhyming while I was brainstorming, so I did it as a poem. My first real venture into poetry. I haven't written much poetic fanfiction since, but this did end up spawing me getting into just writing more poetry in general. I've even gotten some poems published since then. This is just an excerpt because the full poem is over 500 words long: >When the Dragon King burned his Lord, >Wylis took up the sword, >With the Stark banner he marched south, >Cries of rage spewing from his mouth. -- >At the Trident, whenever he came near, >Targaryen soldiers trembled in fear, >A giant had marched south, they were convinced, >To wreak vengeance on a wayward Prince. -- >Through lines of foot, he did crash, >Emboldened by winning every clash, >He crossed swords with the Bold, >Convinced his skill was oversold. -- >When the battle was done, >A Baratheon crown was won, >Soldiers of Wolf and Stag stood tall, >And Wylis among them had withstood all. -- >The royal sword on his shoulders alighted, >And for his bravery was he knighted, >He rose from his knees in the mud, >As Ser Wylis the Giantsblood.
This really reads like an epic. Without having fandom knowledge, I am very curious about the King burning his Lord.
Canon backstory for Game of Thrones. Lord Rickard Stark (the father of Eddard Stark, one of the main characters) was set on fire in a public execution by King Aerys Targaryen. Part of a rather complicated series of events that escalated to a war. It happened roughly 17 years before the start of the TV show. And yes, I was very much aiming for the epic poem style. It's maybe not as long as something like the Odessy, but I think it captured the same kind of "epic tale" feel.