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god is beneath us ~ poem

tw: body horror

my knees weep, their purple hue give way to spilt prayers and they taint, and corrode, and they don’t stop among all that is good and all that is pure

my hands dig through black ash, dried earth, cracked stone, only then, decomposition, am i certain, i know what the maggots know, and nothing else.

my head unravels. question after question. the left eye reads scriptures, tears through testaments, books, and golden halos. but the right eye sees burning light, then just darkness, then nothingness, then the emptiness of all that nothingness

my chest is a flower, sores and bandages pulled into the shape of petals. this is the birth of something new and the death of billions

shards of stained-glass crawl to me. in all their light and glory. when they find their way inside, i will give them flesh. they will feed and twist, far past skin

deep into the earth, i pray. but all i find is a body, my body, a cruel replica.

i pull the glass from my wounds and pierce its eyes. I pull it out. It seems sharper and larger, the more it touches flesh. so I use it again. written in to every corner, my findings, the days that have passed, my hopes, my doubts.

this god knows suffering. if not one body, will another be enough? i have prepared my sacrifice.

i close my eye.

light seems to pull itself, from under the ground. even i can see it peek through my fading consciousness. but as it comes to darkness, all that i hear, is a whisper of my name.

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so dreamy :o

to be loved is to be found ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) 🌟

landscape ver

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final note - robin x reader snippet

the gentle notes of a piano breeze through robin's lilac hair and between the bend of her feathers.

"would you perform with me?" she asks with an emerging optimism

and as time stand stills, you lift your fingers up and return to the beginning of the composition.

a firm rejection to the well-loved, bright and bubbly, A+ student. though taken aback, she leaves you with a small smile.

a challenge, to be sure.

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im considering an ambiguous fantasy setting alongside the school setting, surrounding the idea of “angel wings” and similar things

robin and sunday alike are high status and perfect sorts of people, it creates the kind of pressure that doesnt go away even if there are no expectations

a lot of this will be about freedom, personal exploration, the musing of an artist, similar to robins story but with a more personal focus on mental health and the arts

the reader has been pursuing music and other creative hobbies, but she feels like playing music for others would mean that they try and define her, there is a fear of putting yourself out there. not because of anxiety but because the personal relationships someone are then subject to others. i think this fear is valid but also the reader holds onto this so much they dont really let themselves explore their passions

robin and the reader snd sunday too, are caged in many ways

i considered making the reader disabled in the sense that theyre unable to fly with their wings

also there will be discussion about the fame of the industry snd those issues

ultimately i think robin would choose to make music with their lover independently snd break out of her rigid and controlled life

escaping one reality

for a dream. a real dream

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all current fanfic x reader ideas?

(all fem readers, including the female chars!)

HSR

blade - mature story about death, morality, and cults, more akin to dark romance stories. blade, the immoral killer. and the reader, an angelic assassin, with the ability to be reborn and see red strings. those strings not quite meaning romance but a strong connection. one night she follows her string and finds blade, only to be murdered by him. - fantasy au

aventurine - club & party story, the alcohol makes the reader all that much more confident in flirting, but when they meet outside of the club, she is unprepared to face him. he asks her out on a date, and she agrees and thinks he's a careless player but finds out he's a sweet guy <3- modern au

robin - she finds a wonderful pianist and proposes to perform, she is rejected, much to her surprise. the more the reader rejects robin, the more persistent she is in understanding them. she realizes the reader is a lot like her. - college au

topaz - they're the perfect worker, really perfect,ii think too perfect. she underestimates one of her coworkers and after she gets a bit too drunk at a work afterparty, she's taken care by the reader. she wakes up in their bed confused and feels like her image is ruined. with the reader she realizes that the reader is brilliant, but that their mind is different from hers. and as they know each other more, topaz realizes that work isnt all there is to it. - modern work au

GENSHIN

scara - healing from past traums and pains, learn how to live with the quiet and the morality. scara who is scared of being hurt and the reader who lets themselves get hurt much too often, they're both on their healing journies but find themselves slipping back every now and then. modern au

xiao- not sure yet, but bodyguard?

MISTRIA

eiland/adeline - short stories about their careers and interests

MISC

obi from snow white w/ the red hair. needa do him justice

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Keep your eyes on me ─୨ৎ─ march x reader

prologue ♡

"Your feet hurt, don't they?" March approached me confidently while eagerly staggering his walk, similar to how I was walking earlier.

"Not at all." I tried to say in the midst of a welcoming rainstorm.

He walked closer to me and opened his arms, as if to catch me from falling. He always kept a careful distance when it came to touching me.

"Admit that you're wrong and I'll go easy on you."March whispered, staring at the red marks from the tight-fitting high heels. Normally he offered a more brazen attitude when it came to his remarks, but he seemed soft in asserting that,

yes, I was wrong, and yes, I was in pain.

"Fine... I'm in pain. Won't someone be so kind as to save me? Poor little me." I let out an exhausted sigh from the pain wearing down on me.

"Good." was all he said before a small chuckle escaped. March's smile seemed to fade when his hands moved closer to me, and he began to look around the area we were in.

"What's got you so nervous?" I asked.

"Can I lift you up?" the words came quickly. March was staring at me and then at his hands with great repetition. I didn't say anything, which only made him fumble more on his words.

"Uh, I mean there's that ledge behind you. The one with the roof over it. well, I thought maybe I could lift you there and you could, uhm, rest your feet...?  There's not many places to sit in this area"

Again, I was silent. His arms stayed outstretched awkwardly around me. and well, I had to laugh.

"Why don't you just carry me home at that point?"  I joked.

With the smile still on my face, I turned around and walked towards the ledge, eager to get some good rest.

When I looked back, I realized I was trapped between March and the cold stone behind me.

He placed his hands softly, one on my side and another on my back. He hesitated and studied my face, but I was stuck on my words. So I let out a small, sweet smile. He held me up gracefully and placed me down firmly, still holding on.

I averted his gaze when he stared at me intensely, but he kept pressing forward. He came close to my ear and his breath made me twitch a bit. He moved one of his hands to my head, soothing the tension in my body.

"Yeah, I think I'll do just that."

I immediately looked back at him. At his smile. Oh, that fucking smile.

We were silent for a while.

But when the rain ended, he kept his promise.