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kinda forgot how to post on tumblr but i wrote a fic

hello!! it has been years since i was here but i wrote a fic and i wanted to share :)) it’s not even sge so idfk but here’s the link if you want it! pls leave a kudo if you can it makes me very happy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48892237

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new flash fiction piece! this is just for an easier way to screenshot it but read if you like :)

People clap as I sink to the floor, a rise and fall of hands that have never known a day's work. My dress pools around me like silky waves of hair floating in clear water, the exact color as the glowing lights above. I watch as the audience starts to file out, my limbs strewn across the floor and my pink lips curved in an exhilarated smile. Dancing always does this to me, gives me this indescribable feeling of heavenly stars in my hair, my neck, my soul. Darkness and light, that forever contrasting sky, blooms around me, born of my desire for everything swirling across the stage brings.

After the show is over, I keep moving, my feet landing on the hard wood of the stage, so lightly that I almost think I'm flying. When I leap across, something holds me in the air for a second too long, the stillness of the empty theater rising up around me. For a second, I think I hear something - a whisper in my ear, soft and smooth, but there's no one else here, and soon I can't even remember what the voice sounded like. Though it could be my memory. Things tend to disappear from my mind, slipping into a groove that vanishes as soon as I open my eyes.

Are my eyes closed? I don't know.

One, two, three.

Breathe. Stand. Eyes open. Stare. 

Breathe, short choking breaths that might not be real. Stand, legs moving in unnatural ways. Eyes open, stare at the empty world outside, the world that has brought nothing but manipulation, the world that has taken me apart and put me together so many times that I don't know how I started.

One, two, three.

Slowly I start to walk backstage, every tap of my toes a song, every movement a dance. I fall onto the floor, the ceiling hovering above me like a hand reaching down to lift me up into a cold embrace. I go willingly, cradled by the velvety carpet as I close my eyes, not daring to look up into the stars that made me. 

It's quiet now. The sky leans down, pressing a kiss to my forehead, a kiss not of love but of detached pride. Then I am tossed aside with all the others, button eyes seeing nothing, lips forever sewn shut. 

My eyes close. The strings that bind me will not be pulled again.

prompt:  marionette

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so you know how in my last post i was saying that i wasn’t as in to sge anymore? welll because of that i think this is gonna be a multifandom blog from here on out! i’m keeping the username bc idk, that’s how people know me and it might be confusing and anyway, i like it, but just to let you know that i won’t be posting about sge as much or at all (not that i post a lot hahaha)

this probably won’t be much of a change bc i. do not post. and i’m sorry about that aah but i never have anything bc i am just not productive i guess???

just wanted to let you know though! if you wanna unfollow bc you were here for sge stuff that’s of course fine

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literally all i want is to read fic for my comfort ships but nooooo i have to go to french and take notes >:(

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if you still agree with the concept that bi ppl in different gender relationships don’t need love and support and celebration u guys should rly just block me lol i’m serious. its biphobia to not want to give us support just bc of the relationships we enter and this is NOT debatable.

the fact that i’ve seen MANY posts on here telling bi people to just stop talking about their different gender relationships and to keep saying that they don’t need support is so astounding to me. seeing all this shit everywhere from fellow community members is the exact reason i myself, and many others actually struggled to accept our different gender attraction more than our same gender attraction, but obviously none of you talk to bisexuals enough to even realize that.

just...for the love of god, listen to us and our experiences for once. our identities should not only be given value to you when we are in same gender relationships, full stop.

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ugh i have not posted for SO LONG and i’m really sorry about that! this might change to a not-so-sge-centric blog bc i’m not into sge half as much as i was when i started this blog. idk what it would be if it wasn’t sge though.

anyway, enough rambling. these are my sexuality headcanons for sge characters! if you don’t agree then you can either stay quiet because these are opinions or you can send an ask or a dm and we can chat about it :) i’m not posting these to get into fights, i’m posting these partly bc i don’t have anything else and partly bc i wanna get my thoughts about this in order.

okay.

sophie - bi

agatha - straight (i wanna believe she’s not but she seems pretty straight honestly)

tedros - bi

hester - lesbian

anadil - lesbian

dot - panromantic ace

hort - the way soman writes him? very aggressively cishet. the way i’d like to imagine him? pan and in love with ravan.

ravan - gay

kei - gay, grayace

rhian - bi

japeth and aric - sorry i do not want to think about these two

reena - pan, demi

beatrix - lesbian

nicola - pan, maybe ace

dovey - i tried for five minutes to think of this but i just - cannot. i don’t know why.

lesso - biromantic ace

sader - aroace

kiko - bi or pan

yara - trans lesbian

willam - bi

bogden - gay

aaand that’s all the characters i can think of rn! besides the minor ones like the random first years and background evers and nevers, i think that’s about it. thanks for reading and i’d love to hear your opinions on these!

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this is very similar to the raphie fic i wrote a few weeks back bc some lines are directly taken from that, but i also wrote a poem revolving around raphie! (note: i do not ship it, i just think they have an interesting dynamic to write about.) it’s from sophie’s pov, read under the cut if you’d like!

your words are flecked with gold

your hair silver as the glow of the moon

illuminating you in all your perfect beauty

when you take me flying,

high above the clouds.

you gaze down at me

and your eyes are frost

surrounding me, 

chilling me,

as I cower in your embrace.

you are my happily ever after.

you are my dreams come to life,

the fairytale prince

whisking me away in a silver chariot.

and when I watch you move

with that otherworldly grace only you have

I can see our ending

like it’s a memory.

this love will burn everything I know.

this love will kill me,

and when it does, I will raise my arms in surrender

and welcome your poison.

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Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

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thank you so much to both of you, you guys are amazing writers as well!! 

i kinda feel like i’m going to cry oh my god-

and i don’t have anyone specific to tag but all my mutuals are so talented aaaah 

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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thank you for tagging me!

uhh the main thing i cannot/refuse to write is nsfw. but as for plot ideas, maybe a 1600s hestadil au fic set in france (mostly bc i’m learning french lol) where Hester is a robin hood type and Anadil’s the crown princess and they meet and it’s not true love at first sight but it’s true something and then they keep bumping into each other and oooooh maybe they’re soulmates? (i am trash for soulmate aus) but like I couldn’t write it because it would be l o n g and i would abandon it and it would also require a good amount of research and i am ~lazy~

tags: @thebluxforxst @sphere-of-purple-rhapsody @frederickwinifredcumolonimbus and anyone else who wants to :)

new tag game: what’s your dream fanfic that you’d love to read but refuse to or cannot write?

mine is the gaang star trek au

tagging: @flameyohotdamn @pianjeong @the-hot-zone @nonbinary-crafter-aang @oldpotatoe @bisexuallsokka @junesbiceps (and whoever else wants to)

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i love this omg

tagging: anyone who sees this! i don’t know many people

Saw this on Twitter and thought it was super cute!

Google your name followed by:

*your name* fantasy gown

*your name* fantasy crown

*your name* fanstasy weapon

Create your fantasy outfit and tag 5 people to show you theirs!

Ummm sorry but Geralt of Rivia ain’t gonna know what hit him baby!

Tagging some peeps, show me yours!!

@iloveyouyen @littlefreya @dancingwendigo @onlyhenrys @achaoticaugust @thelastsock @the-soot-sprite @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @fishcustardandclintbarton and anyone else who wants to join!

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hi so I wrote a poem about autumn for poetry club! i’m still really new at poetry but i’m actually pretty proud of how this one turned out! read it if you like, tell me what you think :)

chocolatey brown and witchy black and the sweet orange of autumn

surround you as you run through a corn maze,

squealing at every jump scare, laughing at your friends

when they scream at a skeleton.

the air, in that perfect balance between cool and warm

carries you into the air, feeling the wind against your hair

and yet your feet don’t leave the ground,

because autumn is filled with stability.

at night the shadows surround you

as you walk through the streets, your mask slipping down over your eyes

and the darkness makes your fear all the more real.

but there’s a treat with every trick and

soon the pillowcase you’re dragging along is filled with candy

the chocolates you love so much mingling with the fruity gummies

for your little sister back at home, who’s too young to go out tonight.

and as you readjust the straps on your angel wings,

the moon overhead lights your way down the next street

illuminating the house in front of you, covered with halloween lights

with (fake) spiders hanging from the windows

and you charge on, the only thought on your mind

the decision between twixes and kit kats and snickers.

everything is warm and cozy and sweet

and there’s a girl with dark hair and an oversized sweater

walking besides you to starbucks in the middle of november

and her hugs smell like the pumpkin spice lattes she loves so much

and with crackling orange leaves landing in your hair

fall scents of spice and apples and pumpkin making their way into your clothes

your latte still warm, with just enough sugar and spice

you turn your face up to the sky, the sun setting in the distance

coloring the horizon pretty shades of pink and gold

and you smile, lost in autumn’s comfortable, familiar love.

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thank you!

(in no particular order)

1. Glee

2. Shadowhunters

3. The Good Place

4. ATLA/LOK

5. idk... I was very into mlp when I was little so maybe that? it’s kind of a comfort show lol

tags: anyone who wants to! :)

@excaliburstark tagged me to list 5 shows that make me feel better, and i haven’t had the time to do it until now so here you go! thank you for tagging me <3

gilmore girls

merlin

avatar the last airbender

gravity falls

steven universe

also it said to tag 5 blogs but that kind of stuff stresses me out so instead if you see this and you want to reblog it and put 5 of your comfort shows then please do

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reblog this if you love your mutuals ✨

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so I finished my raphie fic, the one that snippet earlier was taken from. the fic is called A Promise of Forever, and I’m not honestly sure how I feel about it. It’s a lot shorter than my other oneshots, and the style, especially at the end, is really different than anything else I’ve written.

idk. it’s almost more like a poem than a fic? it feels a bit snooty, honestly, like it’s trying too hard to be deep or whatever. 

read it under the cut if you want to. I’m not totally sure about the ending and I might completely change it before posting on ao3, so we’ll see what happens there.

also, keep in mind that it’s not beta-ed, which might be why it feels so strange. 

hope you like it, and do tell me what you think of the ending.

Classical music plays as Sophie walks slowly down the aisle, golden hair caught in a bun encircled by intricate braids, green eyes gleaming beneath dark eyeshadow, lips stained the crimson red of fresh blood. The people in the pews turn, watching her with various expressions on their faces, and she smiles, her eyebrows narrowing wickedly. Her gray silk dress rustles around her feet, the billowy train supported by three rats. She looks forward, her gaze focusing on silver haired boy standing in the front of the ballroom. For a moment, she sees his hair curl and turn to gold, and she stumbles, memories flashing into her mind at dizzying speeds.

A ballroom much like this one. 

A golden boy on his knee.

An arrow turned to a daisy with a flash of pink.

A mother, begging for a kiss.

A ring of black swan gold, carrying a promise of forever.

A father, begging for his life.

A golden boy, not so golden anymore, lying in a pool of blood.

A dark haired girl screaming as she was sent back to a town that could barely hold her.

A silver boy on his knee, gazing up at a golden haired, silver souled girl.

And a yes.

When she looks back up, Rafal’s hair is back to silver. He’s as stunning as she is in a black suit with silver accents and a gem of black swan gold in his silver crown. Their outfits match. Matching outfits for matching Evil souls.

She continues walking, black high heels clicking on the polished wood. In the seats near her, Hester and Anadil are shooting fearful glances at each other, then Rafal, then Sophie, and back to each other. To think Sophie used to call them friends. When she’s Queen, there will be no friends. There will only be servants.

Rafal extends a hand to her once she’s only a few steps away from the raised dais at the end of the ballroom. She lays her hand in his, pale skin on pale skin, so unlike golden Tedros, and he pulls her up with a gleaming smile. At least his smile isn’t much different from Tedros’, with those white teeth and softening eyebrows. She knows Rafal’s Evil, just as Evil as she is, but when he smiles, it’s hard to remember. 

When he smiles, she can almost imagine he’s her happy ending.

He is her happy ending. He is her only happy ending now.

Now that Agatha’s gone.

She steps up and turns to face him, hoping her smile looks real. They stand, eyes locked onto each other, icy blue and emerald green. One of Anadil’s rats comes scampering up the aisle, holding the two rings, both made of shiny black swan gold, on a velvet cushion. They each take a ring without looking down, and Rafal takes Sophie’s free hand.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he says. “I promise, Sophie, to give you forever.” His voice is soft as he slips the ring onto her finger, and she stares at it for a second before taking his hand.

“With this ring, I thee wed. And I promise, Rafal, to love you with all I am.” Thankfully, she’s pretty sure Rafal can’t feel the slight tremble in her hand as she puts the ring over his finger. They clasp hands and turn to face the audience.

“May I present,” Rafal says in his silky tone, “Queen Sophie of the Woods.”

At that, people start clapping, though Sophie thinks it’s not because they’re happy but because they’re scared of what she and Rafal will do if they don’t. She likes it that way. She is a Queen now, and that certainly warrants fear. 

She casts a smile into the pews, a gleaming smile of wickedness and true evil. Already she can feel the black swan gold of her new ring soaking into her skin, intoxicating her with the silky promise of forever.

~

Two days after the wedding, Sophie stands on the balcony of the School Master’s tower, Rafal behind her, staring out at the sky. The sun is just setting, filling the Woods - her Woods - with orange and pink and gold, like a beautiful fire burning the kingdoms to the ground. She turns to Rafal. “What are you thinking of?”

He hesitates before saying, “You. My beautiful bride.”

She knows he’s not telling the whole truth, but she doesn’t press. The feeling that filled her body when he called her his bride is threatening to make her explode. Because though she may be a Queen, she’s just a girl. She’s eighteen years old, and she’s in love, and that love will kill her, one way or another. Right now, she can’t bring herself to care. She feels so light, like she could go soaring into the air and never have to come back down.

As if Rafal hears her thoughts, he puts his hands on her waist. “Shall we?” he murmurs, and she nods, bringing her gaze upwards to the heavens. She hates to look at him when he’s flying. There’s something in his eyes, something she’s almost scared of.

After a few seconds, Sophie feels herself lifting up into the air, Rafal’s arms around her back, protecting her from the memories. When they’re so high up, nothing matters. There are no princes or princesses threatening to ruin Sophie now, just the rising moon, so close she feels like she could reach out and touch its silvery surface. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Rafal says, his words flecked with gold. She doesn’t quite know what he’s referring to, her or the sky or something else entirely, and she doesn’t answer. They gaze at the moon together, king and queen.

She should be happy.

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Over the next few weeks, all Sophie can think about is that this is what she’s been dreaming of since she knew what happiness was, and yet. 

And yet it’s not enough.

Rafal isn’t the problem; she’s pretty sure about that. He’s everything a prince should be, charismatic and loving and of course, handsome, with those eyes made of ice and the hair, shining as silver as the glow of the moon. And of course, he loves her. Every night he takes her flying, whispering promises in her ear and kissing her neck, his lips warm and real and right there. 

Life is nice, too. Her days are spent in the School Master’s tower, and she has everything she might want there. A beautiful pink bathtub with a gold rim. Perfume in all the scents she can think of. One hundred pink gowns and heels that match each gown perfectly. A bed with the finest fluffy sheets and goose feather pillows. But for all her luxuries, she tosses and turns in her bed every night, with not even the melodies of the stars able to lull her to sleep.

So it’s her. Her doubts that are ruining her happily ever after. She misses Agatha with every fiber of her being. She knows she shouldn’t. This should be all she needs, Rafal and queen and her kingdom. But Agatha, greasy haired, bug eyed Agatha, is still holding on to her heart with those freakishly pale fingers, and as hard as Sophie tries, she can’t let her best friend go.

True love, she’s starting to realize, isn’t enough. 

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The days have started to blur together. Rafal’s kisses taste like the bitter taste of sugary sweet licorice, leaving her craving more when he pulls away even though she knows she can’t last for much longer. When they go flying at night, she doesn’t feel light anymore - she feels heavy, fearing she’ll sink as soon as she looks away from Rafal. The hands that once protected her are now chains, grasping her so tightly that she can’t let go.

Does she want to let go?

She doesn’t know.

Without Rafal, she’d be nothing. Though he brings her into the night sky, he is the only thing keeping her grounded.   

Queens are not helpless. Queens are graceful but strong, always standing up to their enemies.

But Sophie’s never heard of a tale where your enemy is your true love.

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And now she’s falling, she’s falling, she’s falling and she can’t even see what’s above her, only icy eyes capturing her in their gaze, surrounding her with frost, and she can’t do anything to stop its spread and she doesn’t even want to even though she knows she has to if she wants to survive--

-- but maybe she doesn’t want to survive --

-- and Rafal’s smiles aren’t kind anymore, they’re gleaming with evil --   

-- Agatha Agatha please come back please save me please --

-- but there’s no Agatha and wasn’t Sophie the one who banished Agatha back to Gavaldon so it’s her fault and she wouldn’t be here now if she’d just been better, it’s all her fault --

-- Agatha’s voice in her mind, telling her it’s too late --

-- and emerald eyes staring up at the sky because when did it get this cold? Her teeth are chattering, she’s freezing, and there’s a silver haired boy with fire in his palms, fire in his cheeks, fire rushing up to hold her, to embrace her, to protect her -- 

~

and if she turns her head ever so slightly and looks out the window where there used to be Woods, there is now only fire.

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As she burns, she tries to remember what day it is. She is still as youthful as she was years ago, blonde hair and smooth skin untouched by the cruel waves of time, sustained by Rafal’s magic and the life of the Woods.

Try as she might, she cannot remember anything except sweet, sweet poison and icy eyes and silver hair and love that wasn’t really love, but she couldn’t tell the difference until it was too late, and it’s too late and things could have been better but they’re not, this is how it is and she can’t escape it.

Her breath is coming in raspy puffs now, hanging in the air for a moment before vanishing. She has to let go.

“Sophie.”

She looks forward and she’s catapulted to a moment, long ago, walking down an aisle in a beautiful ballroom, gray dress rustling around her legs, gazing at her true love. Her true love, who’s staring at her now, something like pity in his eyes.

“It’s sad it had to come to this. For a while, I thought you could be the one,” he muses, not trying to hypnotize her anymore. He doesn’t have to. She’s pulled in, and she’s not going to come back out.

“But I suppose it wasn’t to be.”

She crumples to the ground, gaze drifting in and out of focus. The fire has settled down to a warm feeling in her heart. It’s almost peaceful.

Slowly, she raises her arms, letting her eyelashes flutter closed, and welcomes his poison.

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ty!

tags: @disruptive-existence​ @sphere-of-purple-rhapsody​ @hahistolethisawesomeusername​ @crackedpepper​ and anyone else who wants to try!

Celebrate spooky season with this fun goth Picrew! Find it here

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thank you for the tag! :)

tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy morning or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?

tags: @sphere-of-purple-rhapsody @acciostorian @caramel-artz @hahistolethisawesomeusername and anyone who wants to!

Autumn favorites! 🍂

Tagged by @appleinducedsleep

tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy morning or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?

Tagging @weekendwarriorsreign @jane-ray @avatar-and-korrasami @doorknoblicking @demigodavenger