#writing ephemera

[tapir-boy]

[crawling my way out of a dark pit covered in blood and dirt] i have two fics pending editing 👍

[blistexenthusiast]

19th century antique wax seals

[dionysiaproductions]

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisition - Postcard Collection

All I really want to say is Happy New Year, friend, to-day.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

One of my cosplay traits - which extends to home decor - is to insert little details for whom I am the primary (if not only) audience, but nonetheless (I hope) inject a sense of authenticity into my projects, if not necessarily that of screen-accuracy.

And that is why an envelope of genuine business receipts from the 1940s recently arrived (Crow was very perplexed by the customs declaration), just so I could stuff one or two (which you can barely see in the back) into Siegfried's accounting system. 😅

Please take a look at the ones I did not use, some stellar ephemera here:

[elancholia]

Also pomegranates are cool as hell and redolent with divers symbolism. I don't care how chuuni they are. You can't take that away from people. I won't let you.

[rustbeltjessie]

Things I found while packing:

Two things from 1992: 1. A diary entry which reads Dear Diary, Today was a good day. We learned about robots. 2. A Clinton/Gore postcard.

A short story from approx. 1996 or 1997? Yes, I titled it after a line from a Weezer song. It's very John Hughes, except in this one the Duckie-esque character is a girl, and is based off me, and she gets the guy in the end. (So I guess it's more like Some Kind of Wonderful, in that regard.) I'm not going to share the rest of it because...it's bad.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Murder Maps S1Ep3, "Finding Dr Crippen"

[weepingfoxfury]

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ... a story day in Tuesdayville ...

There once was a lady of burgeoning years. Rotund, gregarious and with a distinct dislike for the outside world. Instead of going out, she stayed in ... and as she stayed in all of the time, people knew exactly where to find her.

People brought her all sorts of things ... material, old toys, and beautiful oddments of a this and that nature. The old lady mostly sat upon her settee, her legs at rest in one position or another ... but her eyes and her hands were constantly in motion bringing new life into all that surrounded her. She made all manner of things for those that she met ... and these wondrous creations would then find their way to people that she would never meet.

Days, months, years and people passed and her hands moved faster and faster whilst her legs continued to remain still. In between her endeavours she would eat plums. Plum after plum after plum passed her lips. She popped them in whole, her tongue and her teeth working the flesh from the stones. With each swallow, she would then turn her head and spit the plum stone behind her settee.

The pile increased ... time passed ... and one day, as she worked away, a tree began to grow. The faster her fingers moved, the faster the tree's growth ... and all the while her motionless legs became smaller and smaller and smaller ... until, they vanished with a small popping sound.

The old lady's hands stopped.

She put down her work.

She turned her head, gazed at the tree, her eyes following it to it's fullest height. She smiled the widest of smiles. Then grabbed hold of a branch and began to haul herself up the tree. Up and up and up she went until she was gone from view.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Writing a letter in Cairo, Egypt

British vintage postcard, mailed in 1919 to Cambridge, England

[tapir-boy]

i just want it known that my giant da fanfic scrivener file has what is DANGEROUSLY approaching 100k words in it. the vast majority of it is unfinished. this also doesnt count my thousands of words of timeline notes and oc lore that i keep meticulously organized.

[blistexenthusiast]

hand painted wax seals

[serenedash]

Waiting, again,

An old snippet from my drafts about Ryou and Ephemera, enjoy!

Ryou trudged into his room, pulling off his accessories and dumping them unceremoniously onto his dresser. He tugged off his bow tie and vest, trying to kick off his shoes at the same time without falling over. He dropped his vest on the edge of his bed and fell face first into his pillow, one shoe still hanging on his foot but he shook it off and it landed with a dull thud.

He flipped over onto his back, letting out a loud sigh as he closed his eyes. Exhaustion seeped into his bones, making him feel too heavy to move. He had no idea what time it was; his pocket watch was still in his vest and he wasn’t going to get up to check. He knew it was pretty late though, probably nearing the late raid hour.

It was yet another day that seemed to blur into the next. He did his daily missions, checked on his party members, participated in the daytime raids, even bought some new medals, but nighttime was still the same as he waited hour after hour for Ephemera. Again. And he still didn’t show up. Again. And Chirithy had to force him to go home to sleep. Again.

And Ryou was so, so tired. Normally he welcomed such a feeling; it was the feeling of a full, accomplished day-- but not anymore. Now exhaustion followed long, painful days of monotony and loneliness. He was even finding it hard to be cheerful around his party members as the rumors of war continued to surge through town. Not that he cared for such rumors-- or at least that's what he told himself. He had bigger things to worry about like managing his party and waiting for that stupid guy at the fountain.

And now there was also that girl Skuld… he was going to look for Ephemera with her tomorrow.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to focus on sleep despite the swirling thoughts in his head. Maybe he would do his dailies in the morning before he met with Skuld. He could do them after but that might get in the way of waiting for Ephemera… and he didn’t want to risk missing the boy…

He forced his thoughts to stop, slapping his hands over his face and groaning in frustration. He’d be of no use to anyone, least of all Ephemera, if he was still this tired tomorrow.

Here's to another stupid day in the books.

[thoughtportal]

The story of an 2700 year old archive, its accidental preservation, and the unprecedented—and often funny—glimpse it gives us into the daily life of an ancient king.

[marsdemo]

i love reading old zines ive written and being like "i literally dont even agree w this anymore"

[rosariumtale]

Ada nasihat seorang sufi yang relate dalam keadaan apapun :

"Ini akan segera berlalu" katanya.

Ya, baik kondisi yang membuatmu bersedih maupun bahagia, ia akan segera berlalu.

Tuhan mau kita sewajarnya saja. Bersedih seperlunya, bahagia secukupnya.

Tak perlu kita tanggung berlebihan setiap emosi yang mampir dalam hati kita, agar tidak gila.

Tak perlu mati-matian memperjuangkan sesuatu yang sementara. Laku jalan hidup ini yg sangat mudah diucapkan, tapi mati-matian sulitnya untuk diterapkan.

Hati-hati, banyak jalan licin yang rawan membuat kita terselip juga.