A note from Lucy: so while this isn’t a “IM BACK FROM THE DEAD PEOPLE LISTEN UP BECAUSE BOY DO I HAVE A LOT OF STORIES TO TELL”, it’s much more rather “a peace offering from the writing gods”. However, that’s not to say I don’t have more on the way. On currently writing for another fandom at the moment. I’ve got an outer banks fanfiction out called Transient that is love for you all to read. It’s over on my AO3 and the account is called mild_kleptomaniac. That it for now. Hopefully, I’ll have a few more updates sooner rather than later. But I can’t promise much as I’m eating to finish Transient fist. Love you all so much! Thank you for this who have paitienlt waited by my side while I wrote this and many more. This one is a special one for Liz (@codename7). Not for any particular reason other than for her constant support in me and what I love to do.
It has only just occurred to me why they say ‘inlove’. You are fully submerged and surrounded by your devotion to another. How do you do it? Are you thaumaturgical? Is this that I think it is!
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Humans have a very silly habit of diluting feelings into words. Apparently, it makes it easier to digest. This habit of ours is so easy to slip into that we never recognise spin it ourselves.I believe it is completely ridiculous because feelings aren’t meant to be easy. It’s how we determine what is worth our time and if we want to continue living in those feelings. It’s based on a gut feeling.
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For we are only human in each other’s eyes, I see delight in the littlest of actions and things others deem to be common; Fresh strawberries and white cream laid out on a gingham blanket. Soft silk woven into clothes you drape over arms, shoulders and chest. The natural skipping of a heart that is synchronised to my breath and my breath only. To me, that’s what I want to name bliss.
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Home is not where I am. Home is wherever you may be. Settle your roots into the soft ground and let that earthy musk cover its blanket of green leaves and a summer breeze. You make us at home. No roof can compare to the
shelter you give us every day just by encompassing us with your arms. Let that warmth in your embrace lull us to sleep so we may never wake again unless we can down eternity in this extinct state.
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You and I both know it cannot last forever. But we both find solace in short moments of relaxation. For now it is enough. Though I cannot pretend in false hopes and hold a fragile faith in a false god to wish it not so.
A note from Lucy: Well would you look at that! Its another poetry drabble! I’ll probably stop churning the. out at some point but they are really fun to write. The idea of shouto sat in bed Laye at night, dreaming about you while he scrawls these out into a notebook has me soft. He would be blessing the whole time!
Nothing soothes an ache like time. Give me meaning. Rip it from my bleeding hands. Leave me wounded. But love, that can’t stop you from once being mine, the principle still stands and the past is indented.
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Into my mind you have slipped, my love. Like a thief in the night. And although you have stolen my thought, you have somehow taken my heart with it. I see it in your possession. Even now, it still lays there, beating meekly with snuffed out yearning. How could you dare to leave me with this ghost of a love and the hollow echo of that same hushed beating.
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Heaven and hell were such as mere words to me. Only when I was bid the pleasure of your company did I truly understand what man was preaching. For being without your velvet touch and this saccharine laugh is to be plunged into a dingy, burning, seething pit. And to be with you is like a floating euphoria, a high like no other, and a taste I savour on my tongue ripe with sweet nothings upon it. All just for you.
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What is love without springing from a whim? If I could not act upon it then nothing would prevail and I would forget. Don’t let me forget you. I never want you to be a familiar stranger.
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These words live in poverty when elucidating this ever changing love we share. Shall I call it exquisite? Maybe ethereal? No. I think I shall leave it to the quiet to decide.
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I want to exist in the comfort of being yours. But as we have previously learned, forever is a sickly-saccharine-sweet delusion. So, for now, it will have to do. Pardon my avarice, dearest.
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I have leaped into these depths before. Maybe I will gladly do it again. I know that as long as I am with you, not a harrowing thing could happen again. Perhaps drowning won’t satiate its hunger on me? You will keep my head above, will you not? Lift my chin with your refined graces; Cast a gaze upon my eyes; set my fluttering stomach at rest in the comfort of you. Do it all and have no mercy on my enthralled soul. Afterall, there is only one way for me to find out.
A note from Lucy: I wanted to write something as a birthday treat to myself. A bit late as it was yesterday but oh well. I’ve had these little poetry notes saved up for a while now and I wanted to add to the ever growing collection. I hope you like them!
I fell in love with the way you live. Not just what you do but how you do It too. Mundane to you? Beauty to me. A pure beauty that no one can replicate. Because then it would lose its naturality.
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I feel as though I’m suffocating inside myself. Either your love is invading my lungs or my heart is swelling too much with affection for them to cope. Either way, I’m still left breathless. Can you bare that weight?
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One lifetime couldn’t even dream of quantifying this love. Please seek me out again. In the afterlife or another. I’m yours for the taking, my dear.
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Comparing thee to a summer’s day? I shall not compare you to anything. One, because a summer’s day shall come to an end ( that I shan’t dare to wish that upon you), and two,it has been seen before. And you cannot have been seen before, for you are an extraordinary person.
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Shallow love means very little to me. I value the messy parts. Whatever is in your mind, lay it on my chest and I will take the weight of the burden. You can be at rest. I shall forever chase those pretty little thoughts.
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I will grow old with this little secret and deliver it to our grave.
Do not be afraid my dear, it will bear no pain.
For only the lord in heaven above could possibly know how it feels to be so in love. And to know your delicate name.
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One shall define perfect in many ways. The truth is, our silly little words are games in the way of the universe. They are held to our tongues and then spat, or spoken softly. And only to our comprehension are they made meaningful. Perfection is more than just a word to me. It is you in every sense of being and extacy.
A note from Lucy: Oh my god this is really depressing. I have no idea where the angst came from. I was just listening to ‘A Promise’ by Broken Records and I got really in my feels. I suggest googling the meanings of the flowers. I thought it would add some happiness in there but honestly, I’m still a little broken.
A note from Lucy: Sooooooooo…I made apart two. Part three might be coming up? Who knows pfft. Again, pretty short due to the fact that I'ts all poetry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
The Finer Things
Todoroki Shouto x (GN) Reader
WC: 0.3K
TWs: (0) N/A
Entrapped in your gaze I no longer choose violence. My breath has been stolen from me as your face twists into a smile. How gentle and angelic of you to love me. I am a monster. But to you I am a lover. I bear fists to others. But to you I just bear my heart.And I wish to do that forevermore.
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Gentle touches spur me forward. A feeling I wish to indulge in selfishly cradles my beating chest. I’m certain you can hear it. I’m frozen to the spot with you there. You see, you have a strange power over me, Love. A monopoly over my mind. I’m almost infatuated. I cannot stop thinking about you and your delicate face.
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Please be careful with me and I will be gentle with you, Love. It’s a fragile game we are playing. I promise to put you first and take time for you. Listen to your woes and console you. Let me breathe you in and savour your scent. I promise to look after you.
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Mornings are one of the sweetest creations of god. A silence I can listen to while you rest by me. Your breaths rise and fall; the drowsy kisses and hushed giggles prepare me for the day. Take time for me too. I vow to you that I will be here if you need me. Call my name in the most delicate of tongues and let me relish in that luxury. You are all I could want for the rest of my life. It is a true pleasure to know you.
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The moon may cast it’s silver shine and the sun it’s warm glow, but no light is greater than yours. I take great pride in calling you mine, love. You are wonderful. Words have a strange way of showing it justice. And yet they still fail. The reason being, you are too divine to be understood in that way. My mind is put to a halt when I take a moment with you. Pure serenity.
A note from Lucy: Started writing with a stable-ish mental state and a healthy sleep schedule. Spiralled into anxiety. Had an existential crisis. Sat on my bedroom floor at 04:36 AM eating cereal out of a mug and with a teaspoon. Wrote this. Et Voila!
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated as I crave validation and my will to write is a dying species. (Please, for the love of God help me out!)
You are walking poetry. I wish to explore you to the point where there is nothing left to discover or unearth. To pick apart everything to the very base of your existence. The good and the bad. The ugly and beautiful. Only then will I finally understand you and your troubled mind. Chaos incased by order; Overlooked, yet still intriguing to those who find deeper meaning within.
Y/N
The best part about Saturdays was the freedom they gave you. The ability to do what you wanted without school or your parents getting involved. All your homework was finished yesterday or the day before, leaving you to spend time with your friends. And that day rolled over to Sunday. The next day will be Monday, meaning you’ll be back to grind, neck-deep in even more coursework. All of it could be a little too overwhelming at times so you were glad to have the break.
I’m going on a hiatus from writing fanfic to focus on my original stuff, I’ll still be around because I’m a big procrastinator. If you want/need some new fics to read I’ll pop some masterlists below, in no particular order, of people I know you’ll all like. There are various fandoms and I’m sure you’ll find someone you love.
Summary:After the war and the death of your brother Genma, you learn what it means to face your grief head-on and reach out to the people who had been there for you all along.
Warnings:Themes of grief, death, and healing. Heavy angst. Happy ending :)
A/N: I know this is really long, but I wrote it all in one sitting and felt weird trying to split it up. If heavy angst or themes about grieving or death is triggering, do not read this fic. It has a happy ending, however. :) I just really needed to get this off my chest.
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The end of the Fourth Shinobi World War brought happiness, peace, and relief for the village. Loved ones were reunited, families were together again, and as the village got itself back on its feet, there seemed to be life in the air again.
Not everyone could enjoy it, however. You didn’t.
You went home alone after the war. You went home without your older brother, without him by your side, and without a smile on your face. You went home alone.
Others cheered, others ran to their families and cried in relief. You went home to an empty house. The house that you and your mother shared until she passed a few years earlier, the house that your brother moved into to keep you company.
I just have to mention every writer that I read work from over the past year, (some of which have since deleted their blogs or I can’t tag them); thank you all for the time, effort and talent you put into your stories. I know moral is at an all time low on this hellsite right now, but I hope that you know how much I appreciate and admire you. Keep writing. You don’t know how much joy you bring. And to the friends I have made from doing this, I love you so much.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.
ClickHERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
