#buddie poetry event

[poemsbybuddie]

buddie poetry event!

hi! i'm @swiftiediaz and i love, love reading poetry and writing silly little poems myself! especially about these two gay firefighters. so, i thought it'd be fun to make a mini event for all poetry authors in the fandom.

the idea is, here's a list of 20 prompts, one for each day of may up to the 20th. of course, you don't have to write for all of them— just if the inspiration strikes! feel free to pick and choose whichever prompt brings you joy! and interpret it however you like! this is to celebrate creativity, after all.

(some extras!)

• you can combine your poem with edit/gifset if you please

• there will be no signs ups! just tag the blog and use the #poemsbybuddie and i'll reblog your creation here!

• your poem can be nsfw but make sure it's tagged properly

• if you have a doubt or anything, you can send an ask or reach me directly!

[theotherbuckley]

Buddie poetry event thingy

Prompt 1 - It was supposed to be us

Original poem by me @theotherluciferr :)

I don't know what I'm doing but I made this thing so enjoy @poemsbybuddie

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

@poemsbybuddie day 19: silence

[evanbi-ckley]

@poemsbybuddie day 3: car drives

Your hands on the steering wheel, eyes on the road.

“Seatbelt,” you remind me.

I prefer it this way - you driving, me in the passenger seat.

It's one of the only times I can look at you, study your features.

I've learned the planes of your cheekbones, the angle of your jaw.

I've watched the laugh lines on your face grow and deepen over the years.

I've seen the beginnings of age written on your face and hands.

There is nothing more beautiful than a life lived, survival.

So you drive, and I look.

We talk and reminisce over the weeks, months, years that have passed.

It hasn't always been easy or safe or without close calls,

But it’s the best journey I never saw coming.

[chaosandwolves]

Buddie poetry event

Day 10 - pining

Can you hear me loving you - an original poem by me

You can read my other Buddie poems, including all pieces for this event here

@poemsbybuddie

[loserdiaz]

would anyone be interested in another buddie/911 poetry event?

[deathmydearoldfriend]

@poemsbybuddie day two: hands

i recount the times we’ve touched every night just to go to sleep.

you exist as some untethered thing, in the dark,

without you at my side, in my bed, in my life

i can’t recall how many ribs i broke

bringing you back to life

just the give of your skin,

damp from the rain, 

and the cold in my hands from the shock in my veins.

one. you hand me a drink and our fingers brush. 

the lightning that almost took you must strike me,

for the yearning it inspires, 

the simple brush of skin. 

two: our thighs against each other, 

the careening of the truck,

your hand clenched on your thigh

like maybe you might reach for me

i fold mine together

and hope no one knows

the white of my knuckles as i wait for you to reach out, wait for me to let go. 

three: a rush of adrenaline as we work like twin keys,

one without the other and i’m left on my knees,

four: your hand on my shoulder, reliable and heavy,

my heart in my throat, five, i reach out needlessly,

cup the back of your neck,

squeeze like i could tell you through touch alone

what it means to have the weight of you near, on, over my own

i need your hands to reminds me

that i brought you back to life.

i need your hands to remind me

that love doesn’t end in strife

[blueberry-pride]

The Vulture Of Pomefiore

Introducing Blueberry Pride's main TWST OC!

Berry: Been planning this for quite a while now and I'm finally satisfied with the lore and look of my darling Rhea of Pomefiore!

Expanding my edits using my own art and I thought what better way to debut my stuff than to draw my TWST OC. Can't really be using the official groovy/art forever so this is me showing you guys what kind of style you can expect from time to time.

Brief Lore Explanation

Rhea comes from a world that's the least magical and as mundane in comparison to Twisted Wonderland. Things started to take a turn from the original path when the dark mirror sorted the unsuspecting grubby girl into the dorm of The Beautiful Queen.

Unbeknownst to Rhea, her features, her habits and to her very purpose in NRC has changed. Taking up the role of the vultures, the very same that were a part of the untimely demise of The Beautiful Queen in the original story.

Grade/Class Predicament

Since our girl is 18 yrs old but still as fresh and as helpless as a newborn in this strange world, she is what Crowley likes to call a 'Floating Student'. She is still originally placed within the first years due to the curriculum and all but she is required to participate in a few classes as well as events that are part of the 2nd and 3rd years. One of the reasons being is to catchup, relearn and 'socialize amongst her age group' (Headmage's words). So all in all, more assignments, make-up classes after school. Rhea's fine...so far.

Her Surname

The last name 'Villanelle' comes from poetry. Originally centered around pastoral scenes and many themes about the countryside. Recently, poets and writers use to talk about all sorts of things like celebration, sadness, love and loss.

I wanted to give her this name to appeal to her artistic and literature side, pretty much giving cottage-core vibes. Mostly her romanticizing certain aspects of her old mundane life before she got isekai'd into TWST. Another reason being is that it sounds like 'villain' and TWST IS based on Disney Villains so I thought it could be funny-

Rhea Trivia

Likes to look for 'junk' and upcycle it into something beautiful and useful. (This was inspired by vultures who are like scavengers and scavengers break down the corpses or leftovers so that it could recycle into the ecosystem and shi-)

Because of this nature, she's good buddies with our hyena boi Ruggie, who helps her find cool stuff around campus and in turn, she would give these crafts for him to sell.

Has a habit of picking stuff up from the ground or in random places that she presumes are unwanted. Especially pretty, peculiar or shiny things. (Inspired by birds' habit and as a part of Rhea's overall curious nature)

With her habit of gathering stuff, her eyes are very keen into finding such items even when they're in the corner of her eye. (Vultures having keen sense like good eyesight and sense of smell)

Whenever she does find something or even someone interesting, she has this weird ass habit of circling around them until she's certain that they're approachable.

Speaking of and ironically, this girl unfortunately wears glasses almost everyday due to astigmatism. However, there were occasions that she could still find things even without them due to her intuition.

With her sense of smell being more sensitive, she gets light headed whenever she's in alchemy/potions class and then gets excused to the nurse's office quite often. (Professor Crewel gives the nurse a heads up every time at this point)

Often gets messy be it intentional or unintentional. often times there's a twig somewhere in her hair for god knows what reason. Tis a good thing she has her trusty hygiene kit with her at all times.

Like the vultures in Snow White, she is always accompanied by someone wherever and whenever she goes out. You'd always find her in a duo or more.

Speaking of, her closest friends are Epel and Jack (her classmates~) Ruggie, Light Music Club (who originally wanted her in their club) and Rook (Whom she looks up to and see as an older brother figure)

With clubs, Crowley thought it would be a fun idea to draw lots of what Rhea's club is going to be (not even telling her beforehand smh). Low and behold the Headmage got Magical Shif/Spelldrive.

Rhea really got into broom flying class as she gets to see the view from up above, she also likes the wind in her but most importantly the rush she gets while up in the air.

[lyxthen]

So as you know, we in Mexico are celebrating All Hallows Eve / All Hallows Day / Our Holly Departed Day / Día de Muertos and we have been doing events in school since yesterday.

This is the altar we had in school, as you can see, very high effort.

It smelled wonderful. There were also a few stands selling themed crafts, as we are, after all, an art centric school. One of the stands was selling stickers. I wasn't planning on buying anything, but then I saw this buddy

And I knew I had to get it. It is weird, seeing a Technoblade fan in the wild, since most people don't speak English around here. And I am thinking, particularly at this time of the year, it was nice seeing people commemorate him. I will put this sticker in my own altar (does anyone know what Techno liked to eat? My current altar only has cat food for my kitty, who passed away a bit before Techno did.)

It is usual for people to mourn not only dead relatives or friends, but celebrities and artists. Our altar was dedicated to people like Sor Juana and Becket, and we also had some custom tombstones to commemorate other dead poets.

We also had a few skeletal ladies to greet the entrance to school, made by first semester students.

I myself did a reading of a short story written by a friend as part of the event. Tomorrow we will be giving away poetry books for free, I hope I'll be able to attend (chronic pain is a bitch).

[fictionadventurer]

Reasons to read The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brower

They're written in the style of the great light classic novels. The promo material says people have compared them to Austen, L.M. Montgomery and Jean Webster, and they're right, though the strongest comparisons I see are Oscar Wilde, P.G. Wodehouse, and Georgette Heyer.

They're (as the title indicates) presented as a series of journals by Emma M. Lion, a twenty(?) year old orphan who has recently come to live at Lapis Lazuli House in the quirky London neighborhood of St. Crispian's where she meets all kinds of colorful characters and gets into wild scrapes.

So far, there are six books in the series, with a seventh on the way, and a plan to have lots and lots more. Each book covers two months and kind of reads like episodes of a television show or an ongoing serial.

And that's basically all I knew before starting, and part of the joy of this series is uncovering the surprises along the way, so if you don't want to read any further, that's okay, but I'm still going to talk about more details under the cut.

More Plot Details

Lapis Lazuli House is technically Emma's, because it's been willed to her, along with a living that should allow her to live at a modest but respectable level of comfort. Unfortunately, she hasn't reached her majority yet, and for now, the house comes with a horrid Cousin Archibald who resents Emma after the incident that gave him The Scar, so he forces her to live in a garret bedroom and refuses to provide her allowance. Emma's money troubles have a lot of twists and turns that lead to lots of different adventures that I won't spoil here.

Emma has an ongoing quest to build up her personal library. She had to sell off her father's books to pay for her education, and she can't use libraries because she wants to scribble in her books, so getting books is VERY important. (As all the best people understand). She's constantly engaging with different books, and adding books to her library provides some of the best moments of the series. (Each volume ends with a list of the books Emma now owns).

Those are the biggest (and least spoilery) overarching plot points of the series, but the true draw is Emma's interaction with

The Characters

Emma interacts with a sprawling cast of oddballs, including:

Cousin Archibald, previously mentioned Horrid Person, obsessed with clothes and with assuming Emma is the Personification of All Evil

Arabella, her beautiful, wealthy cousin who is expected to make a good match in The Season

Aunt Eugenia, her wealthy aunt who talks exactly like Wilde's Lady Bracknell, and who recruits Emma to attend high society social events as The Foil to make Arabella look good in comparison

Mary, a School Chum who makes a living as a typist

Jack, the con man Mary has hired to pretend to be her cousin so she can get free time away from her strict "respectable" boarding house

Young Hawkes, the handsome, fashionable, mysterious vicar who spends half his sermons reading poetry

The Redoubtable Ten, a group of Hawkes' rowdy Cambridge buddies (Hawkes is technically the tenth) who heckle him during most of his sermons and admire Emma for getting into scrapes even wilder than their own

The Tenant, also known as Niall Pierce, who rents the garret on the other side of Emma's bedroom wall. They pass notes through a crack in the wall and share a cat. He has a mysterious past, which includes years living in America even though he is Not An American.

The Duke of Islington, St. Crispian's only resident nobleman, who is Very Proper and Disapproves of Emma's wilder scrapes, but who secretly has a very poetic soul

Roland Sutherland, Emma's childhood nemesis who has grown up into a handsome, charming, and wealthy Sun God

Saffronia March, a thirty-something spinster artist who knew Emma's parents and brings Emma in contact with the art world

Mrs. Penury, the wife of Emma's banker, who hasn't spoken for ten years because she decided she had said everything she wanted to say

The other draw of the series is

St. Crispian's

A quirky London neighborhood with many oddball traditions and magical-realism happenings.

There's an ancient Roman ghost that the inhabitants are very fond of.

A yearly tradition of a highly-competitive scavenger hunt to score tickets to the local production of Julius Caesar.

A phenomenon where items go "wandering" from houses, only to be found in random places in the neighborhood (and a local cafe where people can bring found items to be picked up).

Among many others

All these oddities are presented as a normal part of life, no matter how strange outsiders might find them. Though, be warned, St. Crispian's is very fond of its traditions, and its odd rules can cause problems.

Other Thoughts

This series strings you along with book after book of Witty Banter and Silly Misadventures, until suddenly it sucker-punches you with moments of Sadness and Deep Emotions

These characters, even when they're comic archetypes, have deeper layers of complexity and history.

Emma's friendships, especially with the men of her neighborhood, develop into really strong bonds.

There are threads of romance, but they're overshadowed by the platonic relationships.

They take place in what's supposed to be 1883, and take advantage of some actual historical events, but it mostly feels like a light history-flavored fantasy because people don't really act much like historical people. Like, the amount of time that Emma spends alone in the company of unmarried men late at night is scandalous. But it's okay, because you don't expect realism here any more than you expect realism from P.G. Wodehouse.

Aside from some mild cursing from one character (and the stuff in the next bullet point) there's literally no objectionable content in this series.

The series has a really weird relationship with spirituality. Characters are technically Christian, but they take it casually and don't seem to know much about their faith. Hawkes is the Worst Vicar Ever who doesn't give any actual Christian advice (I'm still waiting for a reveal that he's not a real vicar). The magical realism parts are taken more seriously than actual religion. Yet there are some parts that do interact with actual Christian ideas. I'm not crazy about it, which you'd think would be a reason not to recommend it, but I don't think it overrides the good parts of the series, and I need to discuss it with someone, because it's an issue with a lot to explore.

These are some of my favorite books I've read this year, with several of my favorite characters and moments, and I need to have someone to talk to about them.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Yellow, like Sunflower

He had a lovely voice. I was stopped by his incredibly wonderful voice. Although it wasn't polite to gawk, his voice was incredibly lovely. It was yellow, and it was a lovely shade of sunflower yellow. His smile was equally as lovely as the sun's, which is beaming down on Sunflower. I was anticipating his warm sunrays like a sunflower.

"Would you like to see our book stall, please?" He spoke to me. I was too astonished to speak.

He sighed in shame and rubbed his head. "But if you don't want to, that's absolutely great too. Not everyone likes books, do they? Haha.."

"I LOVE READING." I spoke out loud. He was also gazing at me, shocked because everything had happened a little too rapidly. "Would you mind showing me your book collections? I... I love books." I muttered.

He smiled while directing me to his cubicle.

"Thank you; in all honesty, I noticed a lot of people reading on the internet and such, but I now know that not many people find books to be enjoyable. We might have to go back, I was afraid." He spoke.

"Many people do, but they are not present; if they were, your entire stall would already be empty. The event was held in the scientific department, which is a problem." I muttered. Sometimes the university's rules are awful.

He chuckled. "You're correct. major in history?"

"Close up, English major." I grinned.

"Heyo! You've at last acquired a client!" A young woman with short blue hair and a jumpsuit yelled with a moss-green voice.

"Naturally, a literary major would visit this place." A boy who looked like a Victorian poet, had freckles, and spoke in a stream-blue voice stated.

"You guessed it perfectly; I believed he majored in history." The boy who had a voice like a sunflower stated.

"Obviously, you are so... What was another word for dumb?" The young man dressed in poetic garb pondered. "Dense?" I spoke up.

The boy's fingers were snapped. "That is the phrase! Dense! Dense-head"

"Hey buddy,I thought we were friends." I felt a small nudge from the boy with the Sunflower-like voice. And my entire body started to tingle with electricity.

"I'm Bitna Kim, also known as Betty. majoring in sculpture" Making a V-sign with her hands, the young woman with the moss-like voice spoke.

"Cecil Morrison major in history." He said while winking.

" My name is Hidaka Taiyou, you can call me Taiyou. I also major in history." Even his name had a lovely sound to it. Twice clapping his hands, Taiyou called attention to himself.

"Let's give him some room to shop however he wants! Right ….?"

"My name is Elatha Donovan. major in literature. I'm glad to have met you all."

"Yes, give Elatha some room. Back to work, everyone!"

I browsed every book, but I wasn't sure what I should get.

The tone of his voice made it clear who was behind me when he asked, "In dilemma?"

"I don't really read fantasy, so could you suggest a book that you enjoy?" I asked

"The books are called Trials of Apollo; Apollo is the Greek god of the sun and one of my favourite gods. The stall has two of them, but if you want more, I have the entire series at home." Taiyou said.

"Oh." I'm not sure whether this is just a coincidence, but meeting a boy with a voice like Sunflower and having him recommend a book about a sun god to me is overwhelming. "I really appreciate that, and I'll be sure to contact you if I need the third book as well." I said shyly 

"Haha, you'll come for sure. See you then!" I waved to him and started walking over to Cecil to give the money.

When my heart compelled me to act,I handed him my favourite book of poetry and said, "Here. I particularly like this one; it's called 'Yesterday I Was the Moon.' By Noor Unnahar. If you need any additional poetry books, feel free to contact me." My cheeks suddenly began to warm up with embarrassment. "Then, I'll see you then. Bye!" I said as I sprinted back to my apartment from the university.

[poemsbybuddie]

buddie poetry event! (911 hiatus version)📜✒️

hi! i'm @heartbeatdiaz and i love, love reading poetry and writing silly little poems myself! especially about these two gay firefighters. so, i thought it'd be fun to make a mini event for all poetry authors in the fandom.

the idea is, here's a list of 20 prompts for whatever day you like during hiatus as long as is from the 15 of august to the last day of october (you don't have to write for all of them— just if the inspiration strikes!) feel free to pick and choose whichever prompt brings you joy! and interpret it however you like! this is to celebrate creativity, after all.

these are the prompts!

(some extras!)

you can combine your poem with edit/gifset if you please or ask someone else to make an edit/gifset/drawing to compliment your piece.

there will be no signs ups! just tag the blog and use the #poemsbybuddie and i'll reblog your creation here!

your poem can be nsfw but make sure it's tagged properly

if you have any doubt or question, send an ask here or message the blog or me directly at @heartbeatdiaz

[rustbeltjessie]

Thanks to @blind-the-winds for the tag!

This is from my novel-in-progress. I'll try not to over-explain, but: it's loosely based on events from my own life (with a lot of straight-up fiction thrown in), and stylistically I'm aiming for something like "if Kathy Acker wrote Jack Kerouac's On the Road." There are the main narrative sections (which hew more closely to the structure of OtR), but then there are all these interludes and meta-fictional weirdnesses and... Anyway, this is one of the main narrative sections.

I buzzed her in, and she said: “And I brought a joint. I thought maybe you’d wanna get high.” Hell yeah, I wanted to get high. “Let’s go out,” I said, grabbing my jacket. I knew we couldn’t talk or smoke like we wanted in front of my boyfriend, who sat noodling around on his guitar in the next room. He’d take one look at Rat Hole and decide she was a bad influence, and he hated weed, too. We headed east on Irving Park Road, towards the Brown Line Stop. Rat Hole cupped her hand around the flame of her green lighter and lit the joint, took a puff, passed it to me. We walked in silence for a bit, passing the joint back and forth, keeping an eye out for cops. Soon everything was a stoned symphony of sound and color, the headlights of passing cars bending and refracting in our blurry vision, their tires wsssshhhing over the wet, salty streets. We got so high we forgot it was still cold; our blood was warm and everything felt like spring. We took the el to Belmont Ave. and it was Rat Hole’s first time on Belmont, and ever after that place became a symbol of our friendship. I thought of my ode to Belmont; the night was like a living version of it. They were all there: punks with six-inch tall Day-Glo mohicans, Jesus People proselytizing, drag queens in their feathers and spangles, goths in their big black boots, suburban spare changers, pickpockets and prostitutes in the Punkin’ Donuts parking lot, and all the sounds, bass booming behind doors of dance clubs, car horns and stereos and hey fuck you, buddy! And all the smells—donut grease, car exhaust, smoke (sewer, cigar, incense), hot dog water, deep dish pizza, grime—an Eau d’ Belmont.

I'll tag @belialjones @endreal @kurnutus86 @hthrrloooo @chucklingpecan @big-low-t @dee-the-red-witch — and any other writer pal who'd like to participate. (But don't feel obligated! And P.S. feel free to use any recent work, be it poetry or prose, fiction or non. I've put poetry in these things before.)

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

@poemsbybuddie day 15: confessions

[evanbi-ckley]

@poemsbybuddie day 12: sweet nothings

- original poem

[chaosandwolves]

Buddie poetry event

Day 8 - falling

I didn't fall - an original poem by me

@poemsbybuddie