#A Memory

[olimar-posting]

[lifeinpoetry]

But silence has never stopped me from praying. Alive, how many nights did I spend knelt between the knees of gods and men begging for rain, rent, and reasons to remain?

— Saeed Jones, from "A Memory," Alive at the End of the World

[spring-sage]

When I was little, my mother had to work two (sometimes, three) jobs. And since we were too young to stay home unsupervised, she would send my sister and I off to live with my Aunt and Uncle during the Summer months.

Their home was located off a dirt road on the west side of town. My uncle’s father owned a bit of the surrounding land back then, so much of it was underdeveloped, with only a few neighboring houses here and there.

Often, around dusk, just before the day turned into night, my uncle would take walks. And I, being his little shadow, was always eager to tag along.

The road we’d walk was lined with huge old oak trees that had thick and reaching branches that extended high above, creating a kind of canopy effect. It felt so very magical to me back then, walking beneath them—like I was in an enchanted forest of some sort.

During those walks we wouldn’t say much. We would just observe the sights and sounds around us. The chirping of crickets, and frogs croaking, toads hopping, birds nestling in the leaves—and so on.

But what was always the most thrilling and exciting was the lightning bugs and how they darted and flashed their blinking neon lights all around us. There must have been thousands of them! (Maybe thats the typical exaggeration of a 6-year-old’s perception, but still, there were many.)

I used to catch as many as I could, and would put them in a jar with a handful of tall grass. There were many nights I’d fall asleep while watching them glow.

Eventually the land was sold, the trees were cut down and cleared out, the dirt road was paved and new ones were made. More and more houses were built, and the lightning bugs went away.

It’s been a good while since I’ve last seen one, but when I do, I’m 6 years old all over again.

[izzydaninja]

When you spend hours of your day, working on a piece that you really want to make, and you're actually decently happy with the result, but end up overwriting the original document with a rough sketch of another WIP...

This shot was a picture I made for Sonic X Shadow Generations: One Step Forward, and Falling Back.

I was pretty happy with how it turned out, since it's one of the few pictures I've done with real improvement since my first time really drawing Sonic or Shadow, which was... over a year--to two years ago? Don't remember how long it's been, but anyway, I was happy with this.

Then, opening Photoshop to sketch some more, I noticed the document for it, wasn't listed in my 'Recents,' and was confused, until I saw the title for it, was listed, but with a different WIP sketch, instead. So, I ended up overwriting the previous save of the document of this finished shot of Shadow and Maria, without knowing it. So that document doesn't exist anymore, and I'm so mad about it!

It literally drained whatever motivation I had to draw... Like- COME ON!!! All that work!

[stone-stars]

songs in c3e58: giant egos (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. “a wizard’s tournament” is the recap song.)

The Scrappers - 9:49

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 27:26 and 29:32

Left is Left and Right is Center - 33:14

The Bronze Bastard - 34:42

Snake Skirmish - 35:17

Sea Elves - 35:33

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 35:49

A Fairy Remembers - 43:00

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 45:39

A Haven Away from Home - 49:22

Left is Left and Right is Center - 51:11

A Memory - 53:31

A Fairy Remembers - 55:43

Secret Basement - 1:00:16

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:02:42

Shadowfell - 1:06:27

Illsed's Secret - 1:11:18

The Purge - 1:14:34

context for each song + notes under the cut!

The Scrappers - 9:49 - Giant's war map / the giants defrosting

Spearmint & Tea Leaves - 27:26 and 29:32 - Callie addresses the giants while playing a fey lullaby / convinces them to talk

Left is Left and Right is Center - 33:14 - Giants argue about who should rule

The Bronze Bastard - 34:42 - High Ember Lord Charbin's intro (Fire Giant)

Snake Skirmish - 35:17 - Stone Commander Basalt Von Shale's intro (Stone Giant)

Sea Elves - 35:33 - Wavemother Akoralil's intro (Water/Fish Giant)

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 35:49 - Garrosh, Master of Whispers, introduces himself (Cloud Giant)

A Fairy Remembers - 43:00 - Callie tells the giants about the serpents and Oberon's prophecy

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 45:39 - Garrosh suggests that Raedak's election could've been influenced magically by him

A Haven Away from Home - 49:22 - Akoralil takes the giants to the Feywild

Left is Left and Right is Center - 51:11 - Garrosh admits to seeing Aryox's divination room

A Memory - 53:31 - Garrosh tells them about the Archfey in the Feywild during his time

A Fairy Remembers - 55:43 - Garrosh bows to Oberon/Foster

Secret Basement - 1:00:16 - Garrosh talks about Raedak's bloodlust and Havoc

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:02:42 - Telling Garrosh about their encounters with Havoc and Gowan's presence

Shadowfell - 1:06:27 - Looking for the source of Havoc's smoke

Illsed's Secret - 1:11:18 - Moving deeper in to the hallway with the mist, moving towards Havoc's source

The Purge - 1:14:34 - Scrawled writing / Gowan in the carvings

Note: Berelain (the hill giant) just gets a generic combat song as her intro.

[lostfootagefoundepisode]

[soulinkpoetry]

If I could bottle a memory, it’d be yours.

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[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2808- A Memory- 10/21/23

[insignificantchoiminho]

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

A Memory

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x F!Reader

A/N: I’m on a writing hiatus. Yes I am. But I also needed to get this out because I was all kinds of sad yesterday. Anyway as usual it’s unbeta’d and probably terrible.

Summary: Lord Morpheus helps you relive a memory that you cherish.

Warnings: children, child loss, sadness, grief and a brief suicide mention.

Word Count: 1275

You knew the door bell was about to ring and people you hadn’t seen in years were going to come piling through the door all smiles and laughter. Today was a joyful day and yet, you carried a heavy sadness within you. It was like an old friend by now; coexisting with such a weight had been a burden at first but you eventually accepted it for what it was. A part of you.

Your eyes rose at the sound of someone entering the kitchen. She was beautiful, glowing with the radiance of the day as she pottered about the kitchen humming a tune you knew intimately. Warm air wafted from outside but you knew it wasn’t going to last.

Pushing away from the counter your feet were silent on the cream kitchen tiles. You saw the garden was laid out with pillows for the children around a long, low table, cups, plates and hats of various pastel shades were arranged neatly for each place setting. To the side was a white gazebo, balloons waved gently in the summer breeze and you saw the cake standing tall and grand ready for the birthday girl. Unicorns danced between rainbows, clouds fluffy and white filled the gaps and your hand slid up the column of your throat as though to try and strangle the emotion that threatened to burst forth.

The doorbell went. A faint tinkling you would be able to tell from any other doorbell. Voices drifted towards you, voices so happy they carried through the house. Peeking round the edge of the gazebo you saw your family spill into the garden. Your mum, your sister, her kids, your brother. They were all complimentary, eyes taking in every detail and pointing out items on the cake.

Then you heard her. The sound of her voice alone could bring you to your knees. Hair almost unnaturally black it was so dark and eyes so rich with the depth of an old soul. She was your heart, your one true love; a piece of you walking around as her own person.

She darted between the family, brushing past you and she grabbed her grandparents hand in excitement. It’s my birthday today! Yes, it was her birthday. A day you held onto and cherished. A memory you hoped would never fade but as time marched on it became harder and harder to recall the finer details.

More people arrived. Children and their parents; your friends. Hugs were given to out, presents piled on the table and food was passed to the small ones. Music played in the background, the adults had drinks and you remembered feeling so pleased with yourself that you were a good host that day.

Part of you didn’t want to watch because it hurt. The pain of seeing yourself so happy and light compared to who you were now was soul shatteringly painful. You were so naïve, oblivious to what was just around the corner.

But still, you stood with everyone else, your cracked voice blending with the rest of you family as you sung your perfect girl happy birthday. One last time.

Tears trickled down the smoothness of your cheeks and with a sigh of irritation you wiped them away. You wanted to see her, to commit her face to your memory all over again. To sketch the scent of her into yourself, to record her laughter so you could play it whenever you needed to just hear her.

The pain of missing her was crippling. It eviscerated you in more ways than one and it had nearly cost you your life. But he had saved you at the last moment. Shown you what he could do to keep you afloat, because in part, he felt like he had inflicted this on you.

Your mum was cutting the cake and you were dotting your daughters cheeks with blue frosting, making her nose scrunch up in the most delicious way. Abruptly you turned. You wanted to leave, it was becoming too much to handle.

Your breath hitched loudly. A sob crawled up your throat and tensed your muscles as it went. Eyes swam with his own sorrow stared at you. He was in a long black coat that settled gently over his boots. Hands nestled in his pockets and you knew they held his sand and his ruby, never ever wanting to be parted from them. His dark hair, so much like the little girl behind you; raven black and otherworldly. Your teary gaze travelled over his form, drinking him in like you were dying of thirst wondering now, after all this time he’d finally come back. Emotion so evident and deep, rippled across his handsome features when he saw how much you were suffering. His boots didn’t leave depressions in the lush grass as he strode forward, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace.

Here you let go. Releasing all the rush of emotions you needed to free. Tears welled from your eyes, soaking into the black t-shirt that he always wore. Fists curled into the fabric like you were trying to pull him into you until you became one person. Surely you were hurting him but he didn’t utter a sound. Resting his cheek on the top of your head as you fell apart against him, his hands holding you together with a reverence you didn’t deserve. You thought he was going to end the dream and take you somewhere else to calm you down.

Instead the heavens opened.

Rain fell hard and fast, soaking you both in minutes but still the joyful sound of the party was continuing. Slowly you dared to glance over your shoulder and what you saw sobered you a little. It was raining everywhere, dark clouds roiling in the sky in response to Dream’s inner turmoil but where your daughter was eating her cake was untroubled. The sun still shone on her and her family. It lit her up in a blaze of warmth you couldn’t feel and you thought it was fitting.

Her parents, aching deeply forever from her loss out in the dark and wet. And she, so glorious and the only light they had in their lives was endlessly bathed in gold.

Dream’s coat was wrapped around you, cradling you in its starry but comforting grasp. Numbness crept through your body and you knew it was time to leave. Looking up at the Endless you waited for him to tear his gaze from his daughter and look down at you.

“Thank you.” It was all you could manage but you knew he could feel everything you wanted to say. You saw it manifest in his blue eyes, the way his expression shifted as he too, couldn’t speak words. Staring into his eyes was a journey, at first they were blue and human but the longer you looked the more they became something else. Darkness crept into his irises, stars and the velveteen night drew you in, spiralling around you as everything began to fade to background noise.

Nodding wordlessly you gave him permission to take you away and the last thing you felt was the whisp of sand as it stroked your cheek in a tender farewell.

[eternal--returned]

We were chatting and suddenly stopped short. A beautiful girl stepped onto the terrace, so beautiful, too beautiful for us to enjoy our vacation.

Basia shot her husband a panicky look. Krystyna took Zbyszek's hand reflexively. I thought: I'll call you, tell you, don't come just yet, they're prediction rain for days.

Only Agnieszka, a widow, met the lovely girl with a smile.

Wisława Szymborska ֍ "A Memory." Moment (2002)

[my-eldritch-documentation]

A memory

I had settled over a planet. The inhabitants' name for it roughly translated to "The Song of Nature". The inhabitants were very similar to what humans call saytrs or fauns, being goat/humanoid hybrids. I went down amongst them, specifically to an island shaped similarly to a half-circle. I called myself after one of the trees there. The inhabitants, who called themselves "Nature's Children" (or something similar) were a very friendly community full of joy. The tribe I lived with for a while often held music circles, where the whole tribe gathered to dance to music or simply enjoy it. Their instruments were rather similar to recorders, and their music was upbeat and fast-paced. Their dances were wild and whirling, with a lot of foot movement and arm waving. They were herbivores. Their digestive systems were more like goats' than humans, so they could safely eat most plants, as well as mushrooms. I lived there happily for quite some time before I took my leave, planting a tree that would provide many fruits as a parting gift.

[wandered-rose]

ೀ last one from BB/ANG3L (February 12th, 2024); one of my faves bouncin' 🥺🥺🥺💓

[academyoftheheartandmind]

A Memory

By NIGHTMAN I recall my early day In this moments so close To the upcoming era Of haunting creatures at bay. It was scent of a girl That trembled my daydream souvenir of the past— And I thought tales are true And young ones innocent flesh and smell be it in memory be it in real Attracts those unholy children of the night— Those creatures of shadows at bay. I remember the day we celebrated A…

[weirdlookindog]

H. P. Lovecraft - Continuity & A Memory

[karlton]