Within a sanctuary Far from home A place only the dreamers know A paradise for the lost Weary and wandering Not a human soul you may find Though the keepers may show A being adorned with stars A cloak of fresh sage green Draped lightly upon his shoulders He offers a quiet place to rest To forget the woes of reality And perhaps your eyes are drawn To the markings left on his skin Bruises reminiscent of teeth Perhaps you'd offer a hand In return for his kindness Though he will wave you off every time He bears them with pride A blessing from his god Only earned after hours of worship Something you may never understand The price of devotion The reward of adoration The thrill of leaving your fate In the grasp of someone else Perhaps it is not for you But in the end What does it matter You do not belong in their world Soon you'll be nothing more Then the ghost of a memory That walked the lands Where he shall live Your paths are fated to diverge So listen well And heed this story of mine Leave them be For you and I are chalk and dust And they are a binary star Adrift in a universe far from ours
Another piece for @m1d-45. It was meant to be short but as you can tell, got out of hand.
Desperation
You remember it well
How it sparked your blood
And got it to run
How it tasted of bitter and tang
Much like the sting of blood
You remember how it kept you alive
Made your nerves so sensitive
It prickled with every breeze
Every slight disturbance
How it kept your sleep light
And your dreams even lighter
Even now as you watch
The archons who adorn your body
With the most precious of gems
And the rarest of treasures
They who once tried to shed your blood
To water their blade
You see the warriors of each nation
Who tried to rend your soul from your body
Attend your every need
Degrading themselves as objects
As lesser than human
To try and exalt you higher
You feel more than you hear
As you watch once beloved characters
Stain themselves with sin
Desperation of their own
Rising to the surface
Their desperation is monstrous
Predator to prey
Your own desperation has not waned
It has only grown
Writhing under your skin
Fueled by fine jewelry
Silken clothes
And bloodstained manic smiles
Your forgiveness is not sincere
It is learned
Through a lifetime of pain
Of a death so vivid
You're desperate to stay alive
You are willing to do anything
But what once kept you safe
Will now be the one to deal a fatal blow
You already know this
Alarm bells ringing
With every minute move
But it's far too late
You're stuck in puppet motions
That are to never cease
Until the life drains from your eyes
Desperation made you learn to survive
And now that very same lesson shall be the one to end you
I've sat upon this throne
For a century it feels
But I know
Not a decade has passed
It is velvet plush
And silken smooth
Crafted of sunbeam golds
And starshine silvers
The jewels that adorn it
Are precious and lovely
From the deepest blues
That remind me of oceans
And the empty gaze
Of a devout follower
Stained by ink and blood
The shine of peacock teal
The glimmer of amethyst violet
The spark of sunset topaz
Devotion and adoration
Swirl and coil in irises glazed
A whirlpool of desire
That drags me under
Drowning me in their affection
They've crowned me honor
Exalted me above all
Their touches are butterfly light
Their words dripping with honeydew
Their bodies for me to use
Their souls for me to savor
A title
A crown
So light upon my head
A responsibility
Utter trust and loyalty
Heavy upon my heart
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely"
I've heard it said a dozen times before
But here in this world
Paradisiacal as it is
I can't seem to care
I am their God
It's only right I take my due
@m1d-45. I've returned with another poem.
Forgive and forget
An interesting saying, is it not?
But can it really be applied here
When the scars remain
Of cruel deaths
And vicious hunts
When the memories linger
Plaguing the mind
Shattering rose tinted glasses
Can one be forgiven
Of such a heinous deed
Can one even forgive
Such a terrible sin
When one pledges loyalty
Faith to the very end
But it is the monsters who stay
Devoted and loving
Forgiveness is not for you
They will never forget
And they will never forgive
Not in the way that matters
You who stood once so tall
Blessed and beloved
Are nothing more than sinners
Fallen from grace
And it is before you
Your honored god sits
Surrounded by a court of monsters
Who wait on them
For every beck and call
Forgive and forget, was it?
Pitiful.
Mercy was not meant for you
You shall find no salvation here
Happy Valentine's Day. I bring fluff, kind of. Not really but it's not angst.
Favors came in starshowers
Purple and gold hues
Surrounded in blues
Sometimes it was luck
Others not so much
But nonetheless it came
Believers yearned
Nonbelievers pleaded
One for approval
The other for forgiveness
Waterfalls of stardust
Swirl and coalesce
To lay blessings of power
Upon all who find themselves
Underneath your banner
Proudly bearing your name
For all to witness
Starshine glimmer in dark oceans, the flicker of familiarity that truly made no sense yet still persistently existed. He does not linger on the memories he knows are not his, and yet they surface in his mind time and time again. He tips his head, bowing his head in submission as he is pressed onto satin sheets. He does not understand the ramifications of his remembrance, but he falls back into its embrace, willingly drinking from the truth that only he knows. He moans your name, gratitude lacing his every word and love flowing in his veins. Breathless whines and keening whimpers at the feeling of butterfly kisses across his skin, his eyes glazing in ecstasy. His mind falls, pleading and sobbing into quicksand, drowning in the memories that are not his, and yet they are all the same.
Each person he sees, he knows, is him, and yet he can not fathom how. For each iteration of his being has you by his side, steadfast and ever loving. His mind and his body wars with the other, pleasure overtaking the confusion blooming in his mind. His breath stutters, catching in his throat as he lets out a quiet but heaving sob. Tears glimmer in his eyes, beading on his eyelashes like the first of morning's dew. And for a moment, his world whites out, silence echoing in his ears like the death knell that he remembers hearing but never experiencing. When he comes to, he waits for a moment to catch his breath, and he smiles up at you. Wistful and longing and far too knowing.
The one who survives in the face of time and the tides of the seasons, and the one who lives and dies and lives again, to be mortal and not. They are doomed to fail, but that is the price of a live that was never meant to be. For eternity, they are sworn, but it is a tale of heartbreak and an ache soul deep.
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone
@m1d-45. I've returned with another poem.
Forgive and forget
An interesting saying, is it not?
But can it really be applied here
When the scars remain
Of cruel deaths
And vicious hunts
When the memories linger
Plaguing the mind
Shattering rose tinted glasses
Can one be forgiven
Of such a heinous deed
Can one even forgive
Such a terrible sin
When one pledges loyalty
Faith to the very end
But it is the monsters who stay
Devoted and loving
Forgiveness is not for you
They will never forget
And they will never forgive
Not in the way that matters
You who stood once so tall
Blessed and beloved
Are nothing more than sinners
Fallen from grace
And it is before you
Your honored god sits
Surrounded by a court of monsters
Who wait on them
For every beck and call
Forgive and forget, was it?
Pitiful.
Mercy was not meant for you
You shall find no salvation here
word count: 2.4K content warnings: i think this one works better without too specific warnings, but general content warning for heavy yandere content and everything that comes with that, including kidnapping, torture, explicit physical abuse, drugging and so on. ← NOT kidding please heed the warnings
a/n: wanted to try something a different style since i think my dialogue could use some improvement. so this is 100% dialogue and is meant to read like a dialogue script!
Ah, y-you're back… You're… finally back…
…Paid? You got… paid? Did you… are you selling me off to someone else? O-oh, you mean my ransom finally got paid… by my family…
Right, you did mention that…
…
…You're not going to hit me for disobeying you, or forgetting? N-no? Because you're… not that cruel?
Wait, does that mean that. That when you ripped off my nails o-on camera, it wasn't so you could… so you could rewatch the recording and enjoy my pathetic crying and wailing? O-oh… I see…
I… I guess that does make more sense. I mean, who would… who would want to record something like that for their own sick pleasure, right?
Hii— I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you! Of course it's—of course it's fine if you want to record something like that for yourself! Someone like me has no right to com—
Ah, a joke…
Of course I'm relieved. I'm just…
…
I'm not used to you not digging your nails into my cheeks every time I dare look away from you…
And, um, well. This doesn't. It doesn't feel real, you know? It's been five months since you, uh, p-placed me in… well, kidnapped me. B-being free again sound so… surreal…
This isn't… some sick joke, right? It's really not? You promise?
I-I'm glad. …Thank you.
…Huh? There's something seriously wrong with me if I thank you after everything you've done to me? W-well! You know!
…I don't sound very thankful? That's, um…
…
…Do you want me to get knees and kiss your shoes? You'd need to unbind me for that th—No! Of course I'm kidding! I'm—
O-oh, you're really… you're really doing it, you're really unbinding me. I, wow…
You must really trust me…
W-well, yeah, of course the handcuffs were really uncomfortable. You only ever let me out of them when you were, were t-tortu… I can't say it.
The… huh? No, rubbing them this harshly won't just make the scarring worse, l-like you're, um, saying. W-wait, please don't thro—ow!
Oh, this is… disinfectant…
Um, well, for all I know you could've put some cleaning product in here like the last time you… Even if you're insisting it safe because the ran… Right, the ransom got paid. I'm free now…
N-no! I'll use it, I'll use it! You're way too close!
Even if you put something else in here again, or it's really disinfectant and you're going to beat me again for using it because this really is just your idea of entertainment… I'll use it. You did give it to me, after all.
…Only on my wrists? Okay, only on my wrists…
…
So, uh, when's the exchange date? Or time? You're not usually this chatty. Normally you just dump food on the floor in front of me, or whip out the camera and then, well…
…Today? In… in a couple of hours? Oh… you're really early then?
You want me to… you want me to get cleaned up first? Y-you mean, in your bathroom? I'll get to… use your products? R-really?
Yeah, I'm… really happy to be clean again… I seem happier now than when you told me I'm to be free?
Well, it's just. It's just sinking in that this is for real now…
And the drive should be pretty far away from… I mean, what would I know. I was out cold for that. I just assumed… It would be kind of stupid to kidnap and hold someone close to where they live, right? You'd want to be a distance away and not get caught… right?
OW!
Ow, that really hurt! You didn't need to twist my arm like th—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't calling you stupid, I was complimenting y—ah!
You're pulling… holy shit, you're pulling my hair really hard. I won't run, so you don't have to—hng! I'm—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to backtalk.
…I knew it.
You said, earlier, earlier you said you weren't that cruel, but you really do enjoy my tea—I mean, you really do enjoy hurting me.
Ah! Don't shove me that hard, you—
Because we've… arrived? At the—wait, wait, wait but you said that was still a couple hours away? You—oh, your… your bathroom…
Y-yeah, of course I knew that. I was just…
…
The bath looks really warm… Is it really okay for me to—I should just get in already and stop wasting your time? Y-yeah, um… sorry…
—H!
You made this scalding hot on purpose, didn't you?
N-no, I'm not complaining. I'll take it, I'll take it… This is better than no bath, s-so…
…I should put my hands out? Okay…
Is this your—your bath soap?
…
…I'm! It just feels really nice to smell something so mundane again…
No, wait, wait, I'll use it! I'll stop wasting your time, please don't take it away!
…I should… I should be thankful because I finally get to clean myself?
R-right… Um, t… thank you very much…
—H-huh? I should kiss your feet to r-really prove it l-like I offered to earlier?
That's… that's so… I'll—Okay, I'll do it..
Oh it was a, it was just a joke… I'm not eager! This is just—Of course you'll hurt me less if I do as you say, even if it's—
Even if it's something like this…
…
It's… it's already time to get out?
Um, right…
…
Actually, um, could I… could I stay a couple more minutes? I just… This is my first bath in so long, I don't want it to end…
OW! You really don't have to pull on my hair every time I—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't—
Wh… what are you… doing with those scissors?
If I… if I misbehave again you're going to… No, no, nonono I'm sorry! Please, please, don't—I'll behave, just don't—Please! I'm really sorry, I don't, I won't—
Aah…
Okay, thank you, I'm sorry, thank you…
…
A-ah? Change into this? You even… you not only let me use your bathroom, you even got me new clothes…
Y-yes! Thank you! I'm sorry! I'll—
Eek!—I'll be quiet now. I'm sorry.
…
S-stick out my hands again? Okay…
…Handcuffs again? No, no of course I don't mind! It's okay! Please don't get mad…
Y-you're not? Okay…
…I talk a lot? Um, I think… Maybe, I'm just kind of lonely…
You, uh, you have been my only social contact for five months now…
Or, um, roughly five months now. I'm assuming. It's kind of hard to tell how much time has passed when you've been stuck in a basement for so long.
I just…
…
I'm not—I'm not just stalling for time!
It's just… Are you, are you sure this isn't some messed up joke? You're not dangling this hope in front of me just to take it away?
This would… this would be a good time to reveal that.
…No? My family really paid the entire amount?
…They've never really… cared about me, so it's kind of surprising… Honestly, when you first mentioned it, I thought you were joking. I mean, it's true they have the money…
I'm their son, so it's only natural? Well, yeah, I guess, but…
It's… That's cruel of you to say. You had to have known what our relationship was like before you…
…Anyway, this joke isn't funny anymore. Please take me back to the basement now.
…
…It really isn't. You've done it, you've completely dashed my hopes. I hope you're happy now. I… I'm never getting out of here, I know that, okay?
It's… really cruel of you to toy with me like that.
So just… just take me back.
That's what the handcuffs are for, too, right?
…
…No?
No, you're really just going to throw me away like this?
Actually, I… when you approached me that night and told me to get into your car or else, I didn't know what to do. It made me so, so happy when I realised you must've planned this months in advance.
To think you were spending that much time thinking about me…
I was so, so certain you were finally getting revenge on me…
…Yeah. I thought… I'd been stalking you for two years, and even before that—so I thought… I thought that you'd taken me home to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson.
The last couple of months have been the happiest in my life. It's like… I was in heaven.
I mean, getting tortured in real life is a totally different ballpark than fantasising about it, that's true, but! But! Even if it was just painful, I wouldn't mind, because it's you! I could never hate or dislike anything you do to me!
You're backing away, but I promise you don't have anything to fear! Even if you go through on your promise, I don't mind! I won't struggle.
I belong to you, so anything you do is justified! You have that right!
But seeing your expression, you really didn't know about any of that…
I thought—I thought!
I thought maybe for once I was something special to someone, even if you did just hate me! I thought that with hard work and a lot of time, maybe I could be someone special to you in more ways than just the toy you keep in your basement!
I thought that…
…I guess it makes sense that you just remembered me as that rich loser you shared a class with once. But I…
…
…Why don't you just keep me in your basement again?
You wouldn't even need to keep me in handcuffs; I'd never run away! Or—or, of course, you could keep me bound the entire time, if that would make you feel more at ease!
You can… you can keep doing whatever you want to me! At any time! I won't struggle anymore! I'll cry and look cute and pitiful and pretty and whatever else you want me to!
You don't need to feed me regularly, or at all, or—Please don't back away…
I actually… I actually really like it when you pull on my hair!
I… I really love looking at my reflection in the mirror you left up in the basement, because I get to see the permanent marks you left on my face, like when you broke my nose three weeks into being home with you!
My favourite is probably when you coo at me and call me cute and condescendingly wipe away my tears—it always seemed to please you when I cried even harder… Even if—even if that was just an act, you seemed to be having fun!
And—and you really liked forcing me to look directly into the camera and.. and making me degrade myself, and repeat all those embarrassing lines, and—
What about that time you suggested getting me a shock collar? Or, or what about all those times you threatened to carve your name into my skin so I'd be ruined for everyone who came after you? You were joking but, but you seemed really into the idea! We could do that!
Am I talking too much again? You can tape up my mouth if you want, or break my arm for scaring you, or for being so arrogant, or—
Don't you—don't you want that to continue?
Nothing has to change!
Just throw me into that chair and lock the door and don't give me anything to eat for a week in punishment and raise my price and things can go back to the way they were! Or however way you want them to be!
Ack—Y-you're really pulling again, I can feel your nails really digging into my scalp—No, that's not a complaint!
I'll be good! I'll do anything! Anything—just please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't throw me away!
Pl—
…Really?
You'll do it? You will?
Thank you!
Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthank—
Mgh! I'm sorry, I'll be quiet now.
…Do you… do you want me to kiss your feet? Hehe, of course I'd be happy t—
Nngh! You're pulling my hair really hard…
You should… you should lead me around your house more like this. I have to bend at such an awkward angle when you pull like this…
Ah! Right, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good.
…
…Um.
We… just passed the basement?
…
…Why are you… unlocking the front door?
…Hey?
…
…Um, um that's the—that's your car. Why are you—
Aah! Wait, no, even if you shove me into your—You're just—You lied to me!
No—wait—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad and accuse you of anything! Please, don't throw me away! I'll be good! I can—I can be useful!
I'm obviously already yours, but I could really b—
Stop, wait, don't close the car door! I'll—UGH!
Ow, you really… you really hit my stomach hard…
…That's what I get for not cooperating? I'm sorry…
…
Nngh…
…
W-wait, don't start driving, I—ow—Wait! Don't you want this too?
I know it wasn't just my imagination! You—hng—you enjoyed this too, didn't you? You insist you're not like that, but you actually really like having someone at your mercy, d-don't you?
I can be that for you! You don't—you don't have to do this! I'd be really happy like this, so won't it work out for both of us if you—
You can, you can, keep extorting my parents for larger and larger sums of money! I know they've set aside a fund for my inheritance—even if it's smaller than my brothers', it's still enough for you to live a comfortable life! And then I can stay with you forever, so…
Aren't I talking too much again? Aren't you… going to punish me for this? I know you want to.
So won't you—Ahh, you really kicked me hard—Won't you please recon…
…Why are you stopping? Y-yeah, this place is pretty remote, but we're in the middle of the road… W-wouldn't it be better to turn arou—
Wait, no, nononononononono please don't bring out the chloroform, wait, please, don't throw me away like this, I can be good, wait wait no wait, please—
Please don't leave me like this!
I was going to post more stuff more often but the, in my opinion, unnecessary drama over Aventurine is making me reconsider things. I made a lot of pieces after I finished the 2.1 quest but I worry about posting them.
I'm sure no one really cares since I usually post once in a blue moon anyway but I still find the drama concerning. Perhaps that just me though.
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