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[midnightxxrider]

He's slowly transforming into who he longs to be, who he once was...day by day striving to make the decisions which will lead him to who and where he wants to be. Unlike before, this times he's enjoying the journey, not just the outcome. - g.j.t. #midnightxxrider #elevatedthinking #midnightxxwriter #consciousness #energyinmotion #Poetry #Poem #writer #truth #love #inspiration #healing #honesty #vulnerability #iamthatiam #belief #letgo #freeyourmind #wordslinger #freespirit #wanderer (at Edgewater, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClzE-2IJwKv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[grumpywaterfalls]

An Acquired Taste

An Acquired Taste by wordslinger

Free!

Length: 1,456 (complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Gou/Seijuurou

Author Summary:

Wherein Rin is not a jerk and comes home more often and Seijuro takes Gou out for some ice cream like the Very Good Boy he is.

[scienceoftheidiot]

do you have any royai fic recs?

Ah Nonny, I have been wanting to make a royai reclist for ages, because some of my faves never make it on the ones I see ! So thank you so much for this !

Let's talk about the good stuff.

There's some I haven't re-read in ages, so if I don't say much about them it doesn't mean they're not good, just that I need to read them again 😜 also beware, I like Royai FOR THE ANGST so there'll be plenty of it there. I've decided to share fics that aren't smut (doesn't mean some of them can't be explicit but the smut isn't the only thing in them). I might make a smut rec list one day, we'll see.

(PS if I don't tag authors who are on Tumblr feel free to manifest yourselves so I can tag you !)

First and foremost, here's my fave fic ever in this fandom, one of the first I have read and still so good for me, Your Warmth Against My Scars by @lassusog characterization is on point, and it never fails to make me feel so much when I read it.

and when you can't rise (I'll crawl with you on my hands and knees) by starsinherblood. A great story, with tension and action on point, and perfect angst 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

The Last Train Home by @rizaposting who has awesome 03!Royai fics, and this one makes me all warm and fuzzy inside 🥺

Under a Blood Red Sky by @liber-what-ia Ishval angst, great characterization and I was so happy to see Charlie ! It's not complete but I just love it anyway, especially the way the prose flows, it'w just beautiful (no pressure, friend! I just don't want to stop myself at only complete works!)

you can only touch him when he's dying, by lilantis. I love to see the story progress. So angsty and bittersweet, aaahhh ❤️

Like you do by wordslinger. This is a very intriguing story both in subject and the way it's written. Also I bawled my eyes out. Haha.

The meaning in each keystrokes by WorryinglyInnocent. Riza centric Violet Evergarden AU, knowing that : I don't know anything about Violet Evergarden AT ALL, never heard about it before, and I tend to avoid AUs most of the time for reasons, and yet I found this one randomly and it caught me. I really like the premises, and the fact that Maes and Gracia especially play such a big part. It was a very refreshing read.

Couldn't finish without The King's Counsellor by @qs63, since she's my partner in crime in writing royai, and while we share the exact same brainrot, which is already a perfect reason to share her fic(s) there, I love how much more gravitas she manages to give to Royai than I do.

Finally allow me some shameless self advertising, because I myself am a royai fic writer, so linking you my masterlist 😅

This is by no means a complete list ! I will probably come back and reblog with more if I think about others or find new ones ! I just wanted to reply quickly, because I have been trying to make such a list and always let it drag because I felt I was missing some good ones. I still know I am missing them. I'll just add them later 🥰 thank you again !!

[strawberryspence]

spare any top steve fics pls 🥹🤲 its hard out here for bottom!eddie truthers

OH BOOOOOYYY. You came to the right place. I love Top Eddie but Top Steve just scratches a part of my brain that I didn't know was even itching.

Also if you have any more recommendations LET ME KNOW because I WANT IT.

Recommendations below the read more are NSFW! So please look away if you're a minor (El look away)

call me babydoll by llovebug - Eddie wears knee highs.

to the light (from the mouth of the grave) by wordslinging - Soft Dom Steve!!! Its 3 chapters so it's not entirely smut.

that one time eddie wore steve’s scoops ahoy uniform by llovebug - literally the title. ITS SO GOOOOD.

Children of the Grave by CaptainHoney - IN LOVE WITH THIS. honestly one of my comfort fics. its two parts and its switch steve and eddie i think. basically after eddie lives, steve takes care of him.

As Long as You Need by Blapblaps - Steve wants to Top but Eddie doesn't want to??? 🤔

Give This Loverboy A Try by notbojangles - READ THIS. i read too much smut i cant remember what happened with this. all i can remember is having a good time reading it and giggling like a child (yes i giggle when i read smut, what about it?!) I thinks its switch Steddie.

tell me i'm an angel (take this to my grave) by Chubbypeachhh - Eddie has a praise/degradation kink YEEHAW.

dress you up in my love by bdelaney - literally ashamed that i love this but its so good. top steve with roleplaying. so eddie wears a cheerleader uniform and pretends to be a virgin.

like one of the girls by alligator_writes - SHIT FUCK THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. like i cant explain it. eddie wants to experience the king steve experience on dates and ITS SO SWEET AND SO GOOOD.

Drink Me Up Like a Wet Dream by hellcore - daddy kink. that's it. go read it.

a lover who will come on in and cover me by luxeberries - morning sex. i swear its good, go read it.

they should have seen it in your eyes (what was going around your head) by Thementalistlover2013

[bvssybvys]

The snow was still coming down outside the cabin and didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon, as Bram stood at the wall length windows looking out into the white woodland landscape. It had already been two days trapped up here just the two of them, other friends unable to join before the storm hit, but it could have been worse, at least he wasn't alone. Despite the cold outside, it was warm in the cabin and Bram stood there without a shirt on, sipping his morning coffee and waiting for Grayson to finish up in the bathroom so he could go and shower. "Hey wordslinger" he said with a smirk, hearing footsteps behind him, "Heard you scribbling away in your notebook last night, are you going to let me read any of the poems you're writing about me yet?" he teased. @brknghrts

[desertfangs]

Friday Fic Recs!

Hey, hello, it's Friday again! We've made it through another week! Give yourself a high-five and then go read some fic! Here are a couple I read recently that I think you should check out!

❤️ side by side we face the night by wordslinging

Armand/Marius, Armand/Daniel

Set during Queen of the Damned, after hearing much of Maharet's story, Armand is scared what the future may hold for their kind, and what may become of them. He seeks comfort from Marius and they discuss Daniel and situation they find themselves in. This exactly the sort of scene that feels so absent from QotD. I love fics that fill in these gaps, and this one is masterfully done.

🌼 Nothing's Fair in Love and War by @leslutdepointedulac

Louis/Lestat + Claudia

Louis insists on going hunting alone and when he returns, he and Lestat argue over Claudia, who's upset he was gone. I'm such a sucker for Lestat being a good dad, it gets me every time. This fic really captures the strange tension between Louis and Lestat in this era as they try to navigate their love for Claudia, and their feelings for each other. It's so good!

Happy Friday!

[jelreth]

in the mlb universe theres a 3 hour video essay on youtube called 'the catharsis of being akumatized vs loss of free will; an examination of the superheros of paris and what they fight for' that is singlehandedly doing more damage to hawkmoths reputation than any cheap insult or vicious wordslinging . he gets nathalie to watch it for him and report back with a summary and she looks at him weird for the rest of the week

[waxedpaperdoor]

I worked every day last week and every day this week with two to go (love you, NHS, wish you loved me back), so I'm revenge-procrastinating my bedtime by indulging in some fic recs. This is not an exhaustive list and features my many and varied favourites so mind the tags for content, ships etc. If I have tagged someone incorrectly or not added their tumblr tag, please let me know :)

all three parts of Léon de mi Corazón by @clockheartedcrocodile

and up jumped the devil by the same author

upon this rock by dancinbutterfly

love, I think the body is a miracle by norgbelulah

I've got my mind set on you by reckonedrightly

Martyrs of the Great Plains by nookienostradamus

also on a dark night by the same author

Where True Love Burns, Desire by susiecarter

through a glass, darkly by @cinelitchick

A Mind To Know You and Worship by Adoxography

a garden enclosed by wordslinging

A Measure of Grace by hkafterdark

Oak-knower, Out of the Frying Pan, Buckle Knuckle Kneel and Put On A Funny Hat and Let's Do This Thing by toffeecape

My secrets are all that I own by Dorinda

both parts of where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay by ggggnashville

not even to dream, arms to pray with, and his banner over me was love, ego te absolvo and all the while my breath is in me by peacefrog (who I think is on tumblr as @lizardkingeliot)

When The Holy Spirit Breathes by FrancesHouseman

the sacred and profane by luciferinasundaysuit

beatification by theonlytwin

Ex Luce Ad Tenebras by CypressSunn

There's Nothing Here But Light by the sunsaid

A Cord of Three Strands by hotmessmaxpress

We Could be Normal by bazemayonnaise

The Smoke of Their Torment by x_etoile_x

Let God Consume by starportals

a prayer for which no words exist by agent__carter

[iamthestormgoddess]

Royai amnesia fic recs pls

I usually just lay dormant until Royai day/week lol but if anyone has royai amnesia fic recommendations please send them my way I’m begging you! Preferably Roy losing his memories. I just want the “he still loves her even without the guilt“ feels. Here’s one that’s been living in my head rent-free: Like You Do by wordslinger

[mcrficrecs]

A World So Small

Author: wordslinging Pairing: Frank/Gerard Rating: R Words: 31k

When Frank, a sickly young man, is advised by his doctors to leave London for the country, he makes arrangements to stay with his friend Michael, who just so happens to be in possession of a large, old, and somewhat creepy manor house. What Frank has no idea of at the time is that Michael has an older brother, whose presence in the house he conceals. Gerard is an eccentric recluse who spends most of his time hiding in the attic and avoiding any kind of interaction with people, but he finds himself fascinated with Frank, who in turn realizes that the house has secrets, and becomes determined to uncover them. When he finally does discover Gerard, their first meeting is only the beginning of their story.

[coldalbion]

Lying here awake at stupid o'clock in the morning it occurs to me that I am fundamentally unsurprised that so many people who become sick or disabled don't know what to do after the rage ebbs. And ebb it does, and will, and it may crest again. And any and all of that is OK.

But for many the rage is a contact with their previous reality, and when it goes, they don't know who or what they are. Because nobody teaches how to be sick or crippled, and have a rich rewarding life *within their new reality*. Few ever approach the beauty and potency of uselessness because they don't know it exists - the secret joys that can emerge if you know where to look, in spite of suffering.

All that matters is use. This we are taught. This, we may unlearn, too

What might a Nietszchean dynamite of uselessness look like? What seeming foundational assumptions might it explode? How might trees appear in our dreams to teach us the hard work of becoming useless? How might we learn the wu wei that gives us the neurochemicals we crave from bathing in forests or the rhythms of metal?

I realise that in some senses, my life has been, is this, unlearning.

I'm not a teacher. At most I'm a journeyman wordslinger. But another kind of life is possible. It's not easy, but it exists and I'm always open to sharing my experience, when you get here. Because disabled folks know things. We crip, and we know things

[midnightxxrider]

Though if truly honest... I believe the idea of demons stems from the fears we have, the voices that tell us we must take because we fear we cannot have, coming from the root, sacral centers...fear, guilt, regret screaming in the back of our minds, infecting our thoughts until the ego becomes but a fallen sun, sinking from the solar plexus deep into lower realms of mental hell. But if one realizes you are the observer of these thoughts, not the source, with enough quiet self-reflection, enough practice, you may clear away, release all those "demons" from your thoughts, your feelings, your ego may die on the cross of love in the heart center, so that it may rise as a Christ, Krishna, Buddah, seeing through a new 3rd eye of perspective, connected by the crown to source, realizing one can live from love, rather than fear. What we believe we perceive, we perceive...good or bad, reality is merely a reflection of what we believe it to b, hell or heaven is but a pattern of perceived experiences away from what reality will unfold for your future. - g.j.t. #midnightxxrider #elevatedthinking #midnightxxwriter #consciousness #energyinmotion #Poetry #Poem #writer #truth #love #inspiration #healing #honesty #vulnerability #iamthatiam #belief #letgo #freeyourmind #wordslinger #freespirit #wanderer (at Edgewater, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkU4xZxsAtE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[finishinglinepress]

NEW FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS: 10 Hours to Tulsa by Shelley Nation

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Shelley Nation shares her life experiences growing up in #Tulsa, Oklahoma through her engaging prose. From specific events to the words and thoughts of her family and friends, Shelley takes us on a journey of one child’s memories.

Shelley Nation was the co-host of one of Chicago’s longest running #poetry talk shows, Wordslingers, which aired on WLUW FM from Loyola University, from 1999 to 2009. She has been writing and performing poetry in the Chicago area since 1988, and has hosted several poetry venues over the years. She has been published in many poetry journals including Wisconsin Review, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The RavenPerch, Copperfield Review Quarterly, among others. Shelley has been a teacher and counselor in Chicago for the past 31 years and holds two Master’s Degrees in education. Shelley is a citizen of the #Cherokee #Nation of #Oklahoma and has recently begun to write about the experience of her grandmother and other members of her family as they lived through their struggles in Cherokee Nation territory, from Tennessee and Alabama to the Canadian District in Indian Territory/Oklahoma.

PRAISE FOR 10 Hours to Tulsa by Shelley Nation

In 10 Hours to Tulsa, Nation-Watson revisits growing up in Tulsa, a Hank Williams/Jerry Falwell/Step-parent/belt buckle place where the speaker clearly states “I don’t belong.” With the river as a “wasteland for memories” and home being “an idea far removed from her dream,” Nation-Watson renders sharp portraits of the people and places that formed a life, one that the speaker can remember and yet “keep driving.”

–Donna Vorreyer, the author of three full-length collections of poetry: To Everything There Is(Sundress Publications, 2020),Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (Sundress Publications, 2016), and A House of Many Windows (Sundress Publications, 2013)

“Poet Shelley Nation‘s chapbook10 Hours to Tulsa invites the reader on a road trip towards her beginnings. People and places are sketched in spare lines. Yet, these are lyric poems, not narrative. The use of inventive wordplay, shifting rhythms, and the persona form charge the personal imagery with emotional resonance. She asks what feelings from memories or dreams still connect to this place and these people, and how those feelings have changed and shifted. There’s heartbreak and humor, but no unearned sentiment — as if Patsy Cline had ever met up with Joy Harjo over a bourbon, neat.”

—Chicago poet Elizabeth Marino is the author of Asylum (Vagabond, 2020), the chapbook Ceremonies (dancing girl press) and Debris (Puddin’head Press), and a Pushcart Prize nominee.

In her stellar chapbook 10 Hours to Tulsa, Shelley Nation, a long-time, familiar presence in the Chicago poetry scene, reconnects with her Indigenous roots on the page, as well as in the flesh, having returned to her native Oklahoma. It’s apropos then, that these poems feel like a kind of personal guidebook to survival. With these vivid and detailed portraits, including “Uncle Harold,” “The Trailer Next Door,” “Reuben,” “A Friend from Bartlesville Comes to Visit,” “Everclear,” and “Unmentionables,” Nation has deftly created what amounts to a literary art gallery.

–Gregg Shapiro, author of Refrain in Light

Shelley Nation offers readers her bitter Oklahoma accounts of growing up inside a dysfunctional home where her soul’s refuge was to engage in adult imaginings which made it possible to escape with the assistance of the same potions and positions that bled into agony. Her solace was in her power to play and disguise herself while alone or with a confidant neighbor girl. Nation’s narrator is pulled by two huge magnets of her mother’s incendiary screams and father’s inebriated neglect and regrets. I was totally captivated by the poem “Uncle Harold” its tone and cadence captured in the character’s approach to a grand capricious life in a language worthy of a short film. There’s some familial trauma similar to what poets Sharon Olds and Sylvia Plath would have recognized, but Nation’s take is grittier and more country.

–Carlos Cumpian, author of Human Cicada (Prickly Pear Publishing)

10 hours to Tulsa is a crafty set of poetry that conjures up a working class, wrangler jean wearing, cowboy-booted Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz who drinks her whiskey straight and steals the cigarette from you after you light it. Not quite romanticized but lived experiences that feel as real as lipstick left on the rim of a glass.

–Andrea Change – Executive Director of Chicago’s Guild Literary Complex

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[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game June Recap:

@sophiechoir (poem) @sweetwarmcookies16 (poem) @the-wordslinger (poem) @subtextures (poem) @cruxymox (poem) @followcb (poem) @poppiesandpromises (poem) @aubriestar (poem) @takingstockofwhatmattersmost (poem) @shen-as-a-recluse (poem) @unmondefou (poem) @memories-beneath-the-skin (poem) @natureandprose (poem) @sdbea (poem) @autumnsunshine10 (poem) @jonnypielover (poem) @definegodliness (poem) @chucklingpecan (poem) @wordrummager (poem) @fearlesslylavender (poem)

Thank you all for partaking! Always impressive to see you guys weave a coherent piece out of the randomness. Bravo!

[bvssybvys]

📸 ( bram + grayson )

"Whether it's our secret winter escape, chasing the sun or just making the most of the place we live - everything is better when I have your judgemental face to look at Wordslinger"

[cookiemom6067]