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"We Write to Bleed Softer"

We write because we can't scream— so we etch it quietly into silence, each line a wound folded neatly on the page no one reads aloud.

Not all writing is pretty. Sometimes it reeks of rot, of a childhood stitched together with silence and duty, of love never fully given, of being seen but not understood.

We write because the ache needs form, and no one else is listening. A therapist would ask too much. A friend would turn away. But the page—the page never flinches.

Some days, it’s poetry. Others, it's confession dressed in metaphor, like calling your sadness a storm so people stop asking why you always carry an umbrella.

We write to survive the quiet, to name the ghosts before they settle in. We write because the mirror lies, but the ink doesn't.

Because trauma has no edges, but a stanza gives it shape. And if we're lucky— we make the pain beautiful for just a second, just enough to keep going.

We write to feel seen, but not too much. Heard, but safely. We write because we were never taught how to ask for help without apology.

So we pour instead, again and again, until the words sound like breathing, until the silence finally breathes back.

@ghostinkpoetry

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what if it GETS her though 😥

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Do you think superman would be unaffected by a flashbang or extra susceptible to them? Like on one hand, he's superman. He's resistant to everything. But on the other he has superhearing and extra fine vision so an attack to the senses won't feel good.

Either way for some reason this though gave me an idea about a situation where Superman gets a flashbang thrown at him and low-key just accepts his fate

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Characters who choose death but are forced to live, my beloveds.

Characters who have to come to terms with a second chance at life they never asked for, my darlings.

Characters who move forward on the trembling legs of a newborn fawn through the overwhelming, blinding crush of an existence they fully forsook but which was thrust back upon their unwilling beings, my obsessions.

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(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times

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My illustration of Yor and Loid! Inspired by Frederick Leightons “The Reconciliation of the Montague’s and the Capulet’s over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet”.

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big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

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You manage the mostly-automated system that assigns souls their final destination after death. It's a routine job—until an error flashes across your screen: a duplicate soul has entered the system. One has already been successfully processed, and one now sits on the couch in your office.

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A fantasy story starting with the protagonist minding her own business gathering firewood, when a demon appears out of nowhere announcing that she belongs to him now. The protagonist demands to know on what grounds, she's never signed no damn contract. The demon is kind of baffled by this, and awkwardly explains that just now her father had promised his firstborn for something, and she is his firstborn.

The protagonist digs her heels in and says no, she never knew her biological father and by the way the demon explained the situation, evidently her father also doesn't know that he already has a daughter, so therefore the man who had made no contribution to her life after he bred and fled has no claim to her as something he could barter.

Not giving a shit about the fact she's gambling her life in doing so, the protagonist makes contact with the local woodland fae, asking them to negotiate on her side. The fae think that this is fucking hilarious and go with her. So, having lawyered up and with a reluctant demon in tow, the protagonist heads off on a quest to find her father and do whatever it takes to wrangle everyone involved into unmaking the contract.

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Scissor Wizard and Paper Wizard

It’s probably fine to leave them alone together.

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To the anon who wanted a way to find fics that have a translation: there's a tag on ao3 called "translation available" and you can encourage authors whose works you've found to have translations to add it to their tags. It might catch on in your fandom, too! I'm in two fandoms that use this tag (and it's something of a badge of honor too) and it's really easy to filter.

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A sparrow+mouse gryphon would be so tiny and full of violence.

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Another fantasy trope story:

A story where a prominent prophesy very clearly states that this specific important thing Must Be Done by the firstborn of one specific guy. So three young heroes head out to fix this: This Guy's official firstborn heir, his bastard he didn't even know about before getting married, and his unofficially adopted orphan kid who just started living with him at some point, who is the oldest of the three so technically speaking is still the one who was born first. And all three must go because while the meaning of the prophesy itself is very clear, it's an utter mystery to everyone which one of them counts as their father's firstborn.

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life can't be that bad when there's still cat and other assorted creatures

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模写 https://x.com/artanatomylab/status/1932103281045828069

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getting back in the saddle