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[Background ID: two happy Black individuals smiling at each other. One is feminine-presenting and one is masculine-presenting. /end ID.]

Transcript of poem, titled Puppy Love:

His heart panted

Drip drip it went

At the sight of her

His eyes goggling in giant spheres

Swiftly, he extended his hand

Like a dog holding out

Its paw with expectancy

And giving out his bashful but finest smile

Like he did every afternoon

At the strike of one

He uttered, "How do you do?"

Elyn Desiree

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Transcript:

Most of the time, I wanted to ask God, Why God?

There is no possible reason I could find to be able to make sense to let it all happen and past. We grow up and pretend that it is okay to take this road that leads to a certain path. That's just a way we could catch up with life's never-ending clockwise-turn.

But then I wonder if what makes sense to me also makes sense to everyone else, and I guess life isn't as simple as that. I could open up my morning curtain and feel blessed by its light, while others need their time to cry in the dark and opening up that curtain would mean nothing close to a blessing.

So God, why God?

Why does it still hurt, even with all these gifts of understanding you once gave to us?

I thought healing was about reading hundreds of books and the morning would come out differently, but it is not. Years could pass in the same way, but this heart still aches and makes.

Valencia Wilianto // @poetryofhvaw

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Transcript:

It's the cold night again

Gravid clouds

Assemble in a canopy

Birthing out droplets

That patter on the window sill

She hates the lonely feel

These nights bring

She can only bury herself

Under her duvet

And blankly stare

At her laptop screen

It's the 6th romance movie

The lamest way

To take her mind off him

Elyn Desiree

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dialogue between an AI and a poet

poem by me, 3.21.2020

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Hello Tumblr! I’m so late to the party, but I am so excited to start making this place my sanctuary for all things writing, reading, and ranting. I’d love it if you’d give my blog a follow :)

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‘Bout to head to bed, but I would like to share an excerpt from the Roach Ramble!

At this point, I’ve decided I’m just gonna write it as a short story exploring Roach’s backstory and relationships without going too much into spoilers, because for some reason writing it as a ramble just is Not working.

So here’s an excerpt!!!! Placing it under the cut. No strict content warnings here, but it definitely describes a bit of an Uncomfortable situation. You know how people like to hug kids without asking, even if they’re clearly uncomfortable with it? Yeah.

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✰ writeblr intro

hello! i’m anja and i’m very new to the writeblr community. this counts as the nth attempt for me to properly join the community. 

here are some info about the blog & me:

23. indonesian. they/them pronouns.

i am an aspiring screenwriter & filmmaker, on my way to graduate school! i studied media for my undergrad with a focus on cinema.

i tend to lean more towards contemporary fiction, but i want to experiment with other genres (esp sci-fi and horror).

i am nonbinary & aroace. some of my contemporary fic explores this.

my goals: to finish my wip and post it on tapas, improve writing, expand my writer buddies circle, gush over other people’s works & just simply vibe.

what you’ll find on this blog: writing excerpts, wips, me gushing over my children (ocs), media analysis stuff, visuals (if i have any short film stuff i wanna share hehe), writing appreciation & the occassional rambles about life.

Keep reading

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old summer day - “c!alliumduo and the wind” <- prompt from @dsmppoetrycollective​

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Hi!

Well, this has been a long time coming. I’m Laurie, you might know me from @friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn where I write fanfiction.

Surprise surprise, I also write original works! Which is kind of the point of this sideblog. I figured I’d make a sideblog to talk about all my ideas: written, in progress, and any future ideas that I might think off.

What do I write about?

Paranormal and supernatural stuff

Queer romances

Found families

Occasionally, all three of the above at once

My stories are usually aimed towards a young adult or new adult audience.

Current WIP: Red Palmer Psychic

A YA paranormal mystery with a queer romance as a side plot!

After a tragic accident claims the life of her girlfriend, Ava Rosier leaves everything behind and moves to the quiet desert town of Red Palmer. But much like Ava, Red Palmer has its secrets.

When her newly acquired friend Chris is the next in a long line of people who have vanished, Ava tries to stay out of it, not eager to get caught up in another investigation.

Unfortunately for Ava, she is the last person to have seen him alive. And what’s also unfortunate, is that Chris’s sister Frankie will stop at nothing to get her brother back.

Ava can’t ignore the present, just like she can’t outrun the past, but the mystery she and Frankie start to uncover sure make her wish she could.

Characters:

Ava Rosier: a 17-year-old psychic who moved to Red Palmer in an attempt to escape her grief and guilt.

Frankie Pérez: Ava’s spitfire of a neighbour. Frankie is headstrong and determined to find her brother.

Chris Pérez: Frankie’s twin, and the next in a long line of missing people.

I think that’s all for now!

You’re always welcome in my asks or messages if you want to talk about writing! I promise I’m always eager to hear from other writers!

Oh, and if you’re a writeblr, feel free to reblog this and I’ll gladly go check out your blog <3

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a writblr intro

hellloooo! I thought now would be a good time to give you guys a proper introduction of my writblr :) so here we go haha

— about me ;

Ave, korean American, she/her

student by day and writer by night, currently suffering under college loans as we all do haha

I love young adult/new adult romance, and mythology-like fantasy stories. Contemporary romance though >>>

I do write drabbles and fanfic, but my main projects are always original wips. I love building characters and the tension between two protagonists and seeing the romance play out, like AHHH.

If you already couldn't tell, I am an avid reader and a romanticist by HEART. constantly searching for new poc and debut novels!

I say I'm a plotter, but what really happens is I write an outline and I don't follow it, whoops.

a chaotic writer who gives their characters baggage at 3 am

I get ideas. TOO MANY OF THEM.

— my wips ;

Destination Seoul

A fake dating ya romance set in Seoul, Korea where a teen tries to escape the blind dates her chaotic family sets her up on for her aunt's wedding.

One of the few members in her family unable to connect with Korean culture-starting from grasping the language to understanding the mannerisms-the only reason Hyeri Kang comes every summer is to visit her beloved grandfather... who has cancer. This year, though, is more chaotic than ever. Caught up in blind date shenanigans to her aunt's wedding, she employs Taeyoung Kim, who is as infuriating as he is straightforward, as her fake boyfriend to escape awful men who propose to her on the spot. Surely it wouldn't be hard to not fall in love with someone who's connected to a culture she's been resistant towards...

Live Again

A light urban fantasy where a teen gets a second chance at life, but is employed on a mission to capture the "souleater" as someone else who died at the exact same second as her.

currently under construction!

— tag list ;

if you want to be notified for updates on these wips or read them eventually, please interact with this post by commenting!

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New Intro Post Cuz I’m Sick Of My Last One

Basics:

My names are Bat, Jericho, or Salem and my pronouns are they/he/it! I’m queer/trans/aroace, a minor, and Latino :D

What I Post:

I am (supposedly) a writblr blog so I do post and reblog writing! If ur just here for my writing, block the “not writblr” tag. I write many things like fantasy, contemp, apocalyptic fiction, thriller, horrors, and things of the like! I try to make my writing as diverse as possible and always have character from different minorities! I write in hopes of giving people things to relate to, find comfort in, and enjoy!

I also post and reblog shitposts, social issues, queer things, etc. I’ll try to tag these as “not writblr” but again I’m forgetful as fuck.

Writing:

I complain about writing more than I actually write. My writing is mostly YA/teen (possibly NA?) but actually I have no idea. I write, I do not do math. My stories are strong on queerness, platonic love, mental health, and different cultures/people of color.

WIPS under the cut:

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐑

hi! i’m atlas, just some guy and part-time creature. after a few weeks of skulking about, i have decided to make my little writeblr debut. how cool and fun and sexy of me.

i am very excited to meet you all and interact and such. to help ease things along, here is a comprehensive list of some of the many things i enjoy: 

ghosts! really any kind of supernatural tbh 

the inherent coolness and sexiness of vampires 

found family but especially when it’s a gruff old man who accidentally winds up with a bunch of kids! 

friends to lovers (my heart has grown soft in its old age)

anything related to space 

character driven stories

if any of those things perfectly describe any of your projects please let me know immediately! now, for the stuff i write, my current wip: tales from the wasteland. 

tales from the wasteland is everything you could ever want. it’s an action adventure, it’s a comedy, it’s technically science fiction and it’s full of all those fun tropes we know and love. stay tuned for a more polished introduction soon (and let me know if you’re interested in being tagged in said introduction) 

well, i have talked enough! i can’t wait to share stuff with you guys and interact with all your amazing stuff too! 

much love, 

atlas.

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The Blackwater Anomaly Re-Introduction

Summary

Five graduate students intern at their university's newly launched buoyant Arctic research station for an unpaid test run in exchange for one year's tuition refunded. Seemed like a great idea at the time but of course everything goes horribly wrong. Nightmares start--vivid nightmares specifically designed to bring back to the conscious mind every painful thing in their past: Rainer's disownment and best friend abandoning him; Holly's childhood molestation and her family covering it up; Isaiah's alcoholic mother, the death of his first girlfriend, and the unhealthy relationship with a much older man; Eva's abduction by her mentally ill mother which left her partially deaf from the car crash, as well as her father's sudden death from cancer; and Pax's years in the foster care system and the abusive practices of ABA therapy. These nightmares leak into daytime hallucinations. Wild theories abound, paranoia ensues, and mistrust runs rampant. But that's before they discover the creature responsible for their situation: the many-limbed, siren-singing space creature they call the Dream-Eater.

Then: wild theories, a breakdown of the scientific laws as they know it, a complete loss of mooring for five scientists so used to the world being mostly known and able to be put in neat boxes. But that soon becomes the least of their problems. A meteor impact not far from the station, damaging critical systems; the strange, seemingly sentient black liquid they recover from the impact site; even more telepathic space creatures; portals to other realities and the arrival of ruthless and dangerous versions of themselves from another universe who want the very thing they're harboring: Zyx, a space-creature made of dark matter and star dust, taking the form of a giant axolotl, who may just be the key to immortality.

Cast

Rainer Kauflin

he/him | aroace | trans

An astrophysics student and the de facto leader. He is thoughtful, decisive, and calm under pressure, and lacks a sense of self-preservation. He also had a rather grandiose desire to make a ground-breaking scientific discovery so that his name is remembered forever in academia.

Holly Sansen

she/her | demiromantic lesbian | cis

A psychology student. She is rational, competent, bitter, and sarcastic. Lacking parental admiration and attention, she seeks institutional gratification to the point of obsession. She has few if any friends, her inability to share the spotlight or accept other people's accomplishments around her without jealousy or backhanded insults has ostracized her from all close relationships.

Isaiah Messier

he/him | bisexual aromantic | cis

An engineering student. He is laidback, tenacious, resourceful, and self-loathing. In order to get accepted into the school and free tuition, he had a sexual relationship with the Dean of Admissions for the first four years before ending it. This has lead him to hate himself because he feels like none of his accomplishments up to this point were truly his. He doesn't want this trip to be for nothing.

Eva Castellano

she/her | grayromantic pansexual | trans

Climatology student. She is kind, introverted, observant, and quiet. Without her father around, her biggest support system, she feels directionless and hopeless. She is too paralyzed by her own indecision and self-doubt to create the life she wants to live, instead going anywhere or doing anything a seemingly trustworthy adult says: like applying for this mission.

Pax Hoffield

they/them | unknown | nonbinary

Microbiology student. They are brave, clever, reckless, and distrusting. Years of therapeutical abuse have made them distrust the entire medical system. They're looking out on a future in a career from a major they did not want to choose, but picked it anyway because they were too worried about being an unprofitable poet or finding work as a linguist.

Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist. I haven't been tagging people lately because I haven't been sure if the interest is still there so let me know if you're still/are now interested in receiving updates/excerpts on this wip! Reblogs appreciated!

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honey boba

as soon as she had stepped into the shop, percy noticed her. it'd be hard not to considering the store was near empty and the bell had dinged softly to alert them of another customer. but he didn't just notice there was a customer, he noticed her. the curl she'd missed whenever she'd put her hair up, the bright green hair ties on her wrist, the flush of her cheeks from the chilly october air.

she paused, looking up at the menu for a few seconds before she settled on what she wanted, stepping up to the register.

"what can i get you today?" percy asked, tapping his fingers on the counter. she tucked that loose curl behind her ear, gray eyes flicking up to the menu one last time before looking back at him.

"can i get a thai tea with honey boba please?" she asked, hand already reaching for her wallet. percy tapped a few times on the screen of their system.

"okay, anything else?" the girl shook her head, that curl she'd tucked away already threatening to fall back into her face. percy nodded once. "$5.27."

she paid and he held on to the polite smile he received when he handed her card back. he set off to make her drink, which only took a moment. "thai tea, honey boba," he said, sliding the drink over to her with a blue straw.

"thank you," she said, giving him another small smile. and then she was gone. the shop was still empty and he still had a few hours in his shift left, but things felt a little less boring when he thought about her.

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percy wasn't sure if someone could die of drinking too much thai tea with honey boba, but if it was possible, he was a little worried for this girl. she'd come in for the first time two weeks ago, and he had seen her every other day since then. sometimes even more frequently than that. not that he was complaining.

sometimes she came in with glasses, sometimes without. he'd seen her with makeup, no makeup, her hair in almost every style possible. no matter how she looked, he liked looking at her, trying to notice new things each time.

their conversation never moved past her giving her order and him taking it, but he thought about it a lot. asking about her just to see if she'd grace him with a response. and if she did, what would she say? what was she like?

for someone he didn't even know the name of, she was on his mind a lot.

the bell on the door dinged, alerting him of another customer and just his luck, it was her. she'd long since stopped gazing up at the menu, instead just stepping right up to the counter. "can i get a thai tea with-"

"with honey boba," he finished, giving her a smile. "anything else?"

the girl chuckled, shaking her head. "uh no, that's all. that's probably a sign that i come here too often, huh?" she said, as she pulled her card from her wallet.

"or that i just pay attention," he replied, smiling. he'd remembered her order after the very first time she'd gotten it. the girl blinked before a slow smile spread across her face, accompanied by a light blush.

"maybe both," she said. "i do come in quite a lot."

"no complaints here," he handed her card back. "can i get a name?"

the girl's eyebrows furrowed as she distractedly slipped her card back into her wallet, glancing around the almost empty store. "since when do you guys take names for the orders?" she asked, not rudely but genuinely curious.

percy smiled. "we don't."

she caught on immediately, her smile and blush returning full force. she pressed her fingertips to the counter, tilting her head. "well that doesn't seem very fair. what do i get in return for telling you my name?"

"your drink."

"actually i paid money for that one," she replied, one eyebrow quirking up. oh, he liked her so much already.

"i suppose that's true," he said, clicking his tongue and dropping his shoulders as if she'd gotten him there. "how about an even trade, then? i get your name, you get mine?"

it looked like she was trying to contain her smile, though it wasn't working very well. "i guess that sounds fair," she conceded. "i'm annabeth."

percy resisted the urge to say it out loud, just to see how it sounded coming from his mouth. "i'm percy," he replied. and then, because he couldn't help himself, "i'll have your drink ready in a second, annabeth."

she stepped back from the register and moved to wait by the pickup area. in the minute or two it took to make her drink, he glanced over at her a couple times to see her typing away on her phone, a smile still pulling at her lips.

"thai tea with honey boba," he called, sliding the drink towards her.

annabeth smiled at him, taking it. "thank you, percy."

he handed her a white straw, but as she reached for it, he pulled it back. "i thought we had a trading system. what did i get in return for the straw?"

before he could even worry if she'd be annoyed at his continued antics, she smiled. "is that not included in what i paid for?" she asked, one hand going to her hip as she the other rested on top of her drink.

"nope, sorry," he shrugged. her eyes flicked to the container of straws and he quickly reached out to pull it closer to him. annabeth laughed lightly before humming, pretending to think.

"how about," she paused, tilting her head. her expression told him she was at least a little nervous, but she powered through with, "my number?"

percy tried hard not to show just how excited he was. "that seems a lot more valuable than a straw," he said softly, though he was already reaching for his phone.

"you'll just have to use it then. so it's fair," she shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. he slid his phone across the counter.

"i plan to."

another customer walked in, signaling the nearing end of their conversation. percy tried to prolong it as much as he could though, looking over at the woman waiting in front of the register. "i'll be with you in one second, ma'am."

percy turned back to annabeth, who was sliding his phone back towards him. he let her take the straw this time. "i'll text you later," he promised.

"i'll be waiting."

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i see mika had fun with the reblogging while i was asleep

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i wrote this poem while trying to deal with the grief of not being the daughter my mother wanted. it’s probably the hardest thing i’ve ever had to write.

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I made a wikipedia poem about Icarus, inspired by the poetry of @headspace-hotel