#۩ Verse: Broken Days

[cheyla-v]

December 2023 Update Schedule

December 6 - Breaking Point, ch. 4 December 13 - Ripple Effects, ch. 6 December 20 - Exhibition, ch. 3 December 25-January 5 - 12 Days of Dragelmas, featuring updates from (in alphabetical order, not in posting order):

Breaking Point

Burning Day

Death's Favored Ones

Halfway to You

Meet Me Halfway

Package Deals

Pillars Around a Flame

Ripple Effects

Soul's Scream

Strange Magics

The Thing with Siblings

Torn, Broken, Transformed

[epistrefei]

God bless photopea for all it has done for myself and others...........LOOK AT DRAGON AGE ARTEMIS!!!!!

[onigiram]

TAGS. i didn't like the other ones asjbfjbsdjgb

[theangrypomeranian]

I only have one part of this arc left before I start the last arc of Baby Steps

[sleepboysummer]

its so over (watched 500 days of summer) we're so back (watched 10 things i hate about you)

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Oh God oh fuck (is listening to a song that ALWAYS makes him imagine an animatic again)

[conetsu]

Boulevard of Broken Dreams album art + Miles Morales= Spiderverse Art

For a discord art contest

[akirakirxaa]

Broken Pieces Shine: Chapter 2

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: Emet-Selch/Warrior of Light, Azem/Emet-Selch

Tags: Named Warrior of Light, Female Warrior of Light, Au Ra Xaela, Suicide, Character Death, Bad Ending, Shadowbringers Spoilers, Lightwarden AU, Depression, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Possession, Body Horror

Summary: Akira's having to come to terms with her fate.

[sunbladebard]

tags

tags - (i will forget some for sure)

♬ ⚔️  *  /   photos   /   i wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down.

♬ ⚔️  *  /   threads   /   i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   musings   /   i'm right where you left me.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   aes   /     talking to strangers about you.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   inbox   /     i used to float now i just fall down.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   ooc   /     taylor swift lyric bot.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   self promo   /     what was i made for?

♬ ⚔️   *  /   promos   /     party members.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   memes   /     you hung a cigarette between your purple lips.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   headcanons   /     am i the deer? or am i the headlights?

verses -

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   main. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   forgotten realms. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   skyrim. 

♬ ⚔️  *  /   verse   /   modern. 

other-

♬ ⚔️   *  /   wishlist   /       our days and nights are perfumed with obsession.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   isms   /     shania twain starts playing in the background.

♬ ⚔️   *  /   crack   /     lesbian request denied.

[runelocked]

“You think this is over? Tell yourself another lie.” // @gunactii henry !

YOU THINK THIS IS OVER ? IF HE DOES, IT’S BECAUSE IT IS OVER — OR AT LEAST, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN. Jaw actually dropping for a moment, heart skipping once, twice, three times in his chest and leaving him lightheaded, William turns. Comes face to face with a spirit he had not expected to see, and can only stammer, caught off - guard utterly mortified. This is not how things were supposed to go: he hadn’t killed Henry next to a specific animatronic for this very reason! Are the people he kills just always cursed to stick around after death, or has he done something wrong?—

Recovers himself as quickly as humanely possible, straightening up from his bored tinkering with a new possible animatronic. William is not a brave man, and he’s sure Henry knows it better than the rest: but he is a performer at heart, and so the smile that stretches over his face is only a little ghastly as he greets his old friend with lies: “Ah, Henry! I was wondering when you’d pop up. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t. Decided to show your face around here, have you? ”

He can’t stop staring. Can’t stop himself from stepping backwards, one step, then two, pausing only when he trips on the toolkit behind him. Dishevelled and dirty and suddenly feeling damned, William’s eyes dart to the ground momentarily, return to Henry like he’s frightened the ghost can harm him. Can he? He’s always viewed Henry as a mix between a god and someone far lower than him; loathing and that wild possessive affection indistinguishable from the other. If anyone could hurt him, it would be Henry; if any ghost could do the impossible, William knows it will be his old friend.

“I almost regret all this, you know. Killing you. I really could have used your thoughts on this new design.” His hand wave might be dismissive, but every word is loaded, spiteful and cruelly mocking just to mask his own uncertain fear. “Don’t suppose you’d care to offer them, would you? […] I’m calling them the Funtimes. I think they’re better than anything we’ve made before.”

[epistrefei]

these are absolutely what i imagine artemis' robes to look like in da:i btw............

[jeoseungsaja]

*   EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE ( HYUK / ARC TWO. )

bold  whatever  applies  to  your  muse.   italicize the  things  that  only   somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST ,   DON’T  REBLOG.

been cheated on  |  been bullied  |  had your heart broken  |  broken someone’s heart  |  told a horrible lie  |  been betrayed  |  been framed / set-up  | stolen something of value |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  |  bullied | been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face |  been beaten up |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  | put someone in the hospital  | had a near - death experience  | been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked   |  been arrested |  been homeless |  been forced to commit a crime  |  died and came back to life  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   | bled severely  | killed someone  | been forced to kill someone | had an attempt on your life |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  | loved someone  |  watched a loved one die  | failed to save / help a loved one | felt helpless |  watched your world die / disappear  |  had your life’s work stolen /  destroyed | gone without food for over three days  | gone without sleep for over three days  | been tortured / questioned  |  been shot | been stabbed  |  been poisoned  |  been held prisoner | been trapped |  been buried alive  |  been held hostage  | held someone hostage  | been stuck in a different world / universe / time  |  been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you  | had a panic attack  |  had night terrors  |  been in a car accident  |  lost your job  | lost a fight |  had sex with a stranger |  been divorced  |  been abandoned  |  passed out from pain |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself |  taken your anger out on someone you love  | been used | been manipulated | felt used  | manipulated someone else |  had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with  |  been taken over by a hostile force  | been terrified |  played a cruel game on someone  | been forced to smile  | felt too many things at once |  laughed when you felt like crying  | been in denial  | been denied  | faced your demons

Tagged by. @ofgentleresolve ordered pain, thank you :’)  Tagging: @mythvoiced | @astremourante | @derelictsouls | @eclavigne | @guttersniper | @interxstitial​ | @kamipyre​ | @tewwor​ | @wellfell​ & anyone who wishes to do this one!! 

[pyrrhicpaths]

// verses tag dump!

[rebelquilled]

"Hey babe!!" He seemed excited and thirsting for action, forgetting about whatever little thing he was sent out to do. Rakan got distracted by the rhythmic drum of horseshoes, and was able to get a bird's eye view from a top of a pointy, prickly pine. The spyglass said it all, and he rushed back to their little makeshift camp. "Guess who's royal ass is taking a trolley in the woods? huh? Huuuh? I bet they have some pretty cool treasure and shiiit on booooard 🎵~" He sang in the most sing songy tune. ( Broken Covenant before they became...broken 👀. Just a pair of thieves against the world!!)

A SPECK OF SILENCE. it was wonderful. it was lonesome. she didn't think on it too long, because she knew he would be back in a flurry soon enough. he was JUST going to get them more firewood. a simple task, one even he could surely do... most of the time, at least. it would appear that the present instance wasn't one of those moments, and at his shout, feathered ears p r e s s e d back from impending frustration. if he came out from amidst the trees with no wood- nailed it. smaller thief turned to him upon her talons, disturbing the earth beneath, a swirl of dirt in response. teeth were gritted, a tension in her jaw while long inhale sucked between thin gaps. forefinger and thumb pinched her nose, trying to maintain some composure for the encounter with her own boyfriend. it wasn't that big of a deal... but it would have saved them effort l a t e r if he had handled it now. his moments of horrendous distraction certainly timed themselves inappropriately. not that the raven ever felt there was an occurrence of likewise. at least he returned with some news of interest, and feathers fluffed in obvious intrigue. she waved off her eager rise of pleasure for such, though - he wasn't off the hook just yet. "rakan... i sent you out for FIREWOOD. and you came back with none, did you even consider grabbing at least a piece or two before coming back?" the concerns of losing the potential target were known but hardly paid mind to. between the two of them, xayah was confident they could pursue easily enough, putting a miserable end to the day of anyone unlucky enough to get in their sights. people were so preoccupied by the chaos of life around them.. it was almost too easy to take from under their noses. "whatever, did you get more information other than it sounded fancy? how many people? guards? anything look locked up? if i ask you to go back and scope it out more fully before i plan something, will you remember to?" tone would dance with a mocking tease. both genuinely rude as much as humored. hands upon her hips, leaning forward to GLIMMER bright gaze upon him. sharp toothed grin, shaking her head. "go and get me more info, let me hide out things, i'll catch up."

@charmerquilled

[distopea]

💌//for Jovan:

"Do you like being alone?" Nezumi heard himself asking. He stood at the terrace of a small cabin, his feet bare and feeling the raw wood on his soles. One of his ankles was wrapped in bandages, and he hovered it above ground; the other foot was planted firmly.

Nezumi leaned against the creaky railing. Gently, he tested its stability before he let himself rely on it completely and gazed into the overwhelming greenery of the forest. The effect of nature was immediate, and he sensed the calmness of it course through him as if it could answer in Jovan's stead. He took a deep, calming breath.

" . . . I supposed you do," Nezumi murmured but turned to Jovan anyway, still curious. "What about being lonely? I cannot imagine going a day without hearing a human voice—but for you, it must be the norm. Do you think you'd even know what lonely is?"

@nezumivc103221

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard a voice coming from behind. Once again, he felt flustered and slightly blushed without controlling it, remembering that he wasn’t used to having someone around in the first place. It was foreign – a strange sensation he had never experienced and yet… He couldn’t say that he didn’t appreciate it. He looked aside and observed the way Nezumi crossed the distance between them, limping slightly because of his ankle. At least, he was able to walk without any help now.

He offered a polite and embarrassed smile, before he eventually gave a little nod of approval. It was quite hard to explain why he felt more at ease on his own rather than surrounded with people, but it was a part of his life for too long. He had never trusted people in the first place, as much as he had never trusted himself either. It was an everlasting circle of loneliness that felt just like home. “Yeah… I’m used to this.” He explained with a soft voice, clearing his throat as he noticed it was a bit sore these days. Probably because he was talking more.

“I have never felt lonely, I think. Or I don’t really remember.” He answered after a while, his eyes focused on flying birds. They were probably chasing the last bugs of the day before heading to their nests. “I have never been really good at being sociable.” He confessed and observed Nezumi. Somehow, he felt the urge to try reading the emotions he could perceive on his features. After so many years alone, he wasn’t sure to read them anymore, nor if he was saying stupid things.

“I think I forgot what it means.” He genuinely said, his head now pressed against the rail while he continued to observe the dying sun. “I think people like to hang out together when they have an identity to share, something to connect together, bonds or memories, things they like to do, it anchors them all. I don’t find myself very interesting because I have nothing to share...” He couldn’t even read a book and talk about it. It was his greatest shame. For a moment, there was nothing but a lingering silence. He looked aside, curious as well to know Nezumi’s thoughts.

“Are you feeling lonely, sometimes? Maybe right now?”  

[dez-poetry]

Love Me, Love Me Not, a piece from my poetry book I’m currently working on, Heartbreak Diaries.

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Being loved by you (if you can even call it that)

was like being a flower.

Not the flower picked and placed in a pretty porcelain vase

among other flowers, displayed for all wandering eyes to admire,

soaking up water as they await their inevitable death.

I was the helpless flower picked as an act of violence,

suffering silently as each petal was gruesomely pulled from its receptacles.

Me, wanting the pain to go away,

you—holding me with a careless grip in your hands,

whispering with a despicable softness, “I love her, I love her not.”

Plucked from the earth, tortured aimlessly for sport,

no more beauty, no more eyes peering down at me in awe.

A fragile little flower, ripped from her roots,

only to be thrown back down,

stomped on and left to die.