The silence hangs heavy as though the guillotine was raised over his own neck at the sight of pooling blues that shine with a gleam of gold. Eyes glazed and unseeing, pinpricks of starshine glow dimming to shadows of the abyss. The world slows down as panic grows, steadily until it all bursts. The first scream brings about a waterfall of regret and fury. He falls to his knees, his hand reaching out as his vision blurs. His soul was being torn apart. He knew he was forsaken. He had not stricken the final blow, but he had allowed it to fall. He was as guilty as the criminals he once sentenced to the dark prisons below the waters.
He couldn't hear the distorted wailing that echoed through the walls or feel rough hands desperately shaking his unresponsive body as he stared at the corpse, no doubtedly ice cold by now, lay quiet and still at his feet. He hears the faint rumble of a storm gathering outside, the world responding to his grief as the rain begins to pour. Mercury silver raindrops puddling on the roads in murky, muddled blues. At last, his heart can not take the guilt, the agony, and he collapses. His only thought to be allowed to never wake, to be free from the guilt and blood of his God staining his hands like the coward he was, to grovel at the feet of his God like the sinner, once beloved, he is.
I use a variety of things but mostly my messages app. I write and send drafts to myself.
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@sagau-my-beloved, here it is! I tried to send it through an ask and failed. I got an error message instead? So I'm tagging through a post instead.
Where lightning ceases
The earth shall guard
Where geo can not follow
The wind shall accompany
It is a faithful companion
That tells of stories and songs
From places and times long past
By your side he forms
Cheerful and bright
Loving and sweet
Though it seems honey thick
Desperate and latching
Your presence is like water
A substance they cannot live without
Or perhaps pooling blood
That seeps into every crack
Sealing it tight
Leaving an aftertaste
That reeks of addiction
Perhaps you'd think it of a warning
Were it not so innocent
His joy is infectious
And his charm irresistible
Ignore the danger lurking
He is of no harm to you
A tamed pet for your eyes alone
Enrapture his gaze
And direct his blade
Change how the winds should blow
And he shall bend to your command
He is yours
So won't you be kind?
Even those who stand the trial of time
Can be even more frail than those who fall
Cherish his heart
And the world is yours
Pretty little thing
Desperate for a favor
A glance or a graze
Your adoration is adorable
It's almost enough to give in
You would accept anything wouldn't you?
Whether it be punishment or praise
It's all the same to you
Anything for attention
For the drug that you covet
Where is your pride?
Your dignity?
Have you lost it all for me?
Addicted to my presence
Your desperation clouds your gaze
And makes you all the more willing for me
Such a pitiful little thing
So pliable and sweet
Yet nothing more than
A sinner who craves piety
@m1d-45 A little piece inspired by some of your writing. I hope you'll like it!
The quiet fade to black
Waking to familiar scenes
Of an unfamiliar world
Only seen through fragile screens
The world croons in welcome
Though its sentiments aren't shared
As the people call for execution
As beloved characters turn their blade
The ones built from ashes to glory
Now set their hunt upon thee
Run and hide
The clock is ever ticking
You will always be caught
So face your death with dignity
Your blood runs starshine bright
Only seen in the burning light
But it's far too late
Your eyes shimmer and glaze
Blank and dull and unseeing
Life fades from your body
Corpse cooling in the shade
There is no time for regret
No time for forgiveness
Sunbeam golden chains bind them tight
As prayers fall from their lips
As the world mourns around them
Their mistake is unforgivable
And thus they must pay the price
I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.
A small piece inspired by @m1d-45. I realize this is might be a little morbid for new years but I'm sick so I'm going to blame my inability to read social cues on that. Also I really had fun writing this.
You are prey in this game
Skittish and timid
Gentle and kind
They are the hunters
The predators that prowl
Hunting for your head
You are the hunted
But you are a human
Albeit one twice wronged
Hailed by the world as its God
And accused of malicious imitations
You are capable of reason
And of surrender
Powerless against the powerful
You can run
And you can hide
But you may never win
So the choice is made
Though you find it cruel
Once beloved characters
You built with time and love
From ashes to gold
And from indignity to glory
Now shall stand as your executioner
And be commended by the masses
For being the one to slay you
With the power you earned them
And the weapons you gave
They shall be your end
You find it cruel
And a tad ironic
But perhaps
If it is your favored
Death will be just a little bit kinder
Little lost starchild Fear not the violent nights Nor the evanescent days A blade of shining jade Shall keep you from harm Underneath the stars Which you once called home Unwavering devotion Shackled by sin A silent plea many hear Though few will ever heed A curse born of a wretched world It stains a fated soul inky black An unwanted destiny Set for a beloved bond Watch the realm crumble to ash Mortal and god fall alike Little world eater Pay no heed to this world It has done you no favors Listen to our call Dearest light Coalesce the taint And devour it whole A false godlings command Means very little in our eyes Those who interfere Who dare to chain our children Shall be brought to ruin Take your treasure and run He will be safe with you Anything to keep you happy Our beloved starchild
A bit of a longer piece inspired by @flokali
In the quiet abyss of slumber
Stolen away from an empty home
Only to wake to familiar world
Not yours
Not quite
But close enough
You've been here before
Not as yourself
But as a traveler seeking their twin
Searching for their other half
They shouldn't know you
In fact
They shouldn't be alive
They should be codes and pixels
A world just imaginary
Just fantastical and nothing more
Yet here you were
In a bedroom not your own
Surrounded by people you've seen
You've played with
But by all means shouldn't be
You did not belong
No matter what they claim
And yet here you are
The world will change
Just as you already have
After all
Are you sure you've seen these people before?
Are you sure you do not belong here?
Do you remember your past?
Of your empty home filled with memories?
Memories you can't remember?
You don't recognize their names
And certainly not their faces
So how are you so sure you've met them before?
How are you sure you've been taken?
You're here aren't you?
They all seem so worried
And they know you so well
Hm?
Oh dear
Maybe you've been dreaming too long
You're starting to get everything mixed up
Don't worry
They'll take care of everything
And they'll take care of you
You shouldn't worry so much
I'm sure it's a little confusing
And I can sense your panic from here
Everything will be just fine
Besides
This life isn't so bad
I'm sure you'll grow to like it
It's all that you have now after all
The shatter of mirror fractals
Like the chiming of bells
A fog settles and sinks
Muddling memory and thought alike
A drop in an ocean
The ripples become waves
And the waves rise into tsunamis
As one life ends
Another begins
Stolen from a mundane world
To be exalted above all
And chained to a throne
Meant for a righteous God
Is this a blessing?
Or perhaps it is a curse
Either way
It's far too late
The die has cast
And it's already begun
No time for regrets
Not that you would remember any
Let's make the best of this
Okay?
I've been inactive for a while, I was (still am) busy in real life but coming back online to post and seeing discourse about a newly crowned favorite character is disheartening. Even more so, that people are harassing other writers over a drama I feel is overblown.
I have thoughts regarding it but I'm unsure if my opinion would be appreciated. But if you'd like to peacefully talk it out with me, I'd be happy to lend an ear. I'd like to hear both sides, as meager as my opinion may be.
Oh boy, here we go.
Aventurine is a character, a fictional being born to entertain the players. He is not real. He can not be offended by what you create of him. There is no point getting upset on the behalf of a character and prioritizing fiction over a person who does actually exist.
If we do want to condemn slavery fics, why not also cancel slave reader fics? Or ones that include things such as dead dove (including yanderes in general) fics because those topics are equally terrible to condone and write about from that point of view. Or how about other characters that have similar topics in their lore. Should those also be canceled too?
*There are also folks who make problematic pieces to help cope with their own trauma. Does that mean they should be canceled too? (On that note: making a piece that holds problematic content does not always mean the person condones it in real life. Fiction is fiction for a reason.)
In the end, I think everyone can have their own opinions, but I would like to say that your opinions do not justify terrible actions. Just because you disagree with something does not justify you bullying someone into deleting one of their works, whether it is art or writing or anything else, I do not think that is justifiable. Harassing someone or calling people to harass them is not right either.
*If you did disagree with it, why not message the author about it instead of making accusatory posts? Even when done with good intentions, all it does is cause harm when it's practically inviting people to go harass someone over a fanfiction. A very mild fanfiction at that.
If you disagree with a piece, cool. That's your opinion. Just don't interact with it then. Block that creator or that tag or whatever it is that led you there. Or if you're curious, ask that creator.
Also, to reiterate, in my opinion, fiction is still just fiction. Especially when it's a fanfiction about a fictional character. Yes, his canon lore exists, but people can use that basis in fanfiction, something that will inherently warp canon because we are not the original writers and can not capture him in the exact way he was created. In case that doesn't make sense: Fanfiction does not have to comply with the original lore. Also since some of you seem to be forgetting: fiction does not mirror real life.
If you are truly that concerned over sensitive topics like that, directing that energy towards projects that involve such topics in real life would be much better than attacking people on the internet.
"I don't want to read this" is totally valid.
"This is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't want to read this because it is disgusting to me" is totally valid.
"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.
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