"They wanted a God, so I gave them a monster." @poeticwordsmith - Tumblr Blog

"comes back wrong", what a hot trope. incredibly sexy.

like ooooo i look and sound and seem exactly like the person who died except there is Something Very Wrong with Me, and you try to ignore it and you try to live in the moment but there is Something Very Wrong with Me.

jessebloom

Caitlyn Sieh, Start Here

Nicola Maye Goldberg, Monster Movie

David Cronenberg, Downstage Dead: A Jean-Claude Keyes Mystery

Danez Smith, acknowledgements

Stephanie Valente, I’m Sorry, Is That Too Submissive For You?

Allen S. Weiss, Ten Theses on Monsters and Monstrosity

#Tales of Attricus #Araceli Villain AU

tag-oc

tag the oc who says “ooh you wanna kiss me so bad” when they’re fighting with people

#marid #oh most definitely him

ftgloss

#others poetry #gods they knew what they were doing when they wrote this

the-temple-of-sacred-asses

here’s some poetry for you on this fine evening (or morning, afternoon, whatever time it is where you are)

(i promise this is a quality poem; its just a little lengthy)

I am standing on a stage, Unable to land a turn, Fighting to keep my gaze on the wall Long enough to find my balance, And when my coach tells me, “The key to success Is looking with your left eye” I cannot find the air in my lungs To explain that I can’t. My eye is the only part of me I will never get back. I left my sight at the bottom Of the grave you dug me When I was sixteen.

I made the mistake of loving you, And you turned my body Into a mausoleum. I keep finding new ghosts Around every corner, But I do not know how to rid myself Of this one.

When I was seventeen, I saged my closet And reclaimed the clothes You bruised me through, Banishing all the evil Your touch left in the seams.

When I was eighteen, I hung my spite over my bed Like a dream catcher. Your face in my nightmares No longer holds power over my peace.

When I was nineteen, I performed a seance In every room Where you had the nerve To threaten me. “This is my home,” I told my demons. “This is my home, And he has no place here.”

When I was twenty, I dusted off my heart, Promising from now on I would treat it right, And not let cruel men Decide how ferociously I can love the gentle people in my life.

For five years, I have been learning How to remove the stains of your abuse. Despite your best efforts, I still wake up every morning To a life that you do not control.

But right now, On this stage, I am unable to land a turn, Because my eye Will never heal, No matter how much spite I gasp in Or love I sigh out. There is nothing I can do, Except give up. But that means you would win. That means you would Take something from me.

So I stand here, Turning and turning and turning, Until I do not know Up from down, Or left from right. I keep dancing in circles, Until my feet bleed, Hoping that one day I won’t be left half-blind And out of breath When I recall the thought Of you.

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #talk about a poem that absolutely fucking slaps #you went and did it again #smh #others poetry

theadventureto-be

This hoe phase is forever !! a letter to a girl who thought God was the best excuse to hate herself

I'm always talking nonsense about altitude. But the air is always thin

when you prefer someone else's lungs to your own.

And sometimes I think that I miss past versions of myself

but then I remember the times when I thought

sex was sin. I like myself better

after touching myself with my middle fingers.

And I was never a virgin. Not really.

And that fact has nothing to do

with my body. But everything to do with

how much I hated a word that meant

nothing.

Did you know

that you can drop a word and break it? You can pick up

every word you hate

and throw it against a wall

until the pieces become so small

they mean nothing at all.

You can stop giving it room in your lungs.

You are already

holding your breath.

I hope you know

that you can scream

"FUCK YES FUCK"

at the top of your lungs

while loving yourself

completely.

#others poetry #🥺🥺🥺#i love this

theadventureto-be

Magic is made of monsters

I am a pessimistic romantic.

Looking for something sharp

within soft passings of time.

Your hand on my anything. I just want to be

touched by someone as broken

as a poem. And I’ll

remind you what it is like

to be dizzy. How I can twirl words

around our wrists. A kink gone wrong.

And I’ll

spin off the center of the world

to make space for you there.

Smiling as I fall - fangs showing.

Love me

like we are destined

to destroy each other.

#excuse me???#im love???#😍😍😍#others poetry

brainstatic

Everyone’s like “those Germans have a word for everything” but English has a word for tricking someone into watching the music video for Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.

queenrinacat

English has a lot more words created for very specific phenomena! It’s not just rick-rolling. Language is always evolving and it’s super interesting! Here’s a list of hyper-specific/untranslatable words in English.

edweeirdo

Some of these are fucking wild.

#writing help #🙃🙃🙃

SETTING: In the middle of the rebellion.

CHARACTERS: Ettor and Araceli

"Araceli. When this is all over, what do you intend on doing?"

I look over at the man sitting next to me. Only to find his eyes trained on the city not too far from our location.

"I suppose people would expect me to take my father's place. But, I'm not so sure I'm fit to be a Queen. Not after everything I've done."

"I disagree."

"What?"

I give him a bewildered expression. My eyebrows raising and eyes narrowing into a glare.

"You may not believe in your capabilities to lead. But that doesn't mean you can't. I don't think you'd have all these people willingly following you into battle if you had no ability to lead."

"They're following Aza. Not me Ettor."

"Are you so sure about that? Aza may be their commander. But he is not who they follow."

I sigh softly, my eyes darting to the floor and then back over to him.

"I have known you since the moment you were born Araceli. I know you better than you know yourself."

"Yeah. That isn't any new information Ettor. You never fail to remind me of that. Even if you're not saying it out loud."

My words came out more bitter than expected and I flinch out of habit. Lips quickly morphing into a frown.

"Araceli."

His arms were around me before I could actually protest. A gasp escaping.

"I know you're scared. But do not let that stop you. Do not let it stop you from becoming what your people need."

"Not what the Gods want?"

"I told the Gods to fuck off before you were even a thought in this universe. Why else do you think I'm immortal?"

"Um, I thought it was a blessing."

"It isn't. Nor will it ever be."

That makes me laugh, my body shaking as the sound tumbles past my lips.

"E-Ettor. That's, oh my. That's such a 'you' thing to say."

"A me thing?"

"Yes!"

"How is that a 'me' thing?"

"It, it just is okay?"

I look up only to see the same look of bewilderment I had on my face now on his. Causing me to shake my head.

"Thank you."

"There isn't a need to thank me, little one. I will always be here. Immortality has granted me that one kindness at least."

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt seven

SETTING: In the palace gardens. Araceli is a young princess at the age of 13. Aza is 17.

CHARACTERS: Aza, Araceli, Ettor.

"Hey Aza? Do you think I'll grow up to be a good queen?"

This startles me out of my half conscious state of mind. Quickly looking at her.

"Of course you will. In fact, you'll be the best queen ever. And I'll be by your side the entire time."

This makes her give me a bright smile. Her eyes crinkling at the ends like they do when she's actually happy. It makes me smile too.

"Who says I'll let you?"

She breaks out into a symphony of giggles. Falling backwards into the field of flowers.

"My Lady! That's meeeeaaaannnn."

My hand thumbs across the hilt of my sword. The feeling of it bringing me some comfort. As I laugh at her statement.

"Oh. But is there any room for a grand advisor in this future of yours?"

The sudden appearance of a new person nearly made me jump out of my skin. My hand gripping my sword tightly out of instinct.

"Ettor!!!!"

She was standing up before I could fully comprehend it. Her tiny frame tackling into his much larger one. All but disappearing into his billowing robes.

"Old man."

The name left my lips before I could bite my tounge. Causing him to pout at me in a childish manner.

"I'm not old!"

"Yes you are."

It was both of us who spoke at the same time. A smirk donning my lips at her agreement.

"You two are mean."

His pout deepens as he removes his arms from around her in order to cross them. Her own body resurfacing as she removes herself to sit on the ground once again.

"No we're not. Aza and I are absolute angels!"

"Yeah!"

I agreed with a sharp nod of my head. My eyes staring him down. Which causes him to sigh.

"If you two say so. Although for some reason I doubt that."

He gives a very pointed look to Araceli. Who quickly giggles before averting her attention to the flowers around her.

"Anyways. Why are you even here?"

"To gather the two of you of course. It's time for her lessons to begin. And your father wants a word with you."

I couldn't stop the sound of annoyance and disgust from leaving my lips. My eyes rolling.

"Of course he does."

I turn my attention to Araceli. Who was already standing up and extending her gentle hand towards me.

"Don't be like that Aza! Your father is a good man."

"Yeah. Sure."

She frowns at my blatant sarcasm. Her eyes staring past me with a distant appeal.

"He loves you."

"I know I know. He reminds me of this daily."

I stand, gripping her hand to press a kiss to it. And to tug her closer. A habit she enjoys me having. My arm wrapping around hers.

"Come on Ara. Let's go back home."

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt six

SETTING: Shortly after the rebellion ends. Araceli is queen and has married Atenus.

CHARACTERS: Marid, Atenus, Araceli

"They told me I was supposed to be holy. A Goddess amongst men. A beacon of light and hope. If they could think, I wonder if they'd be horrified of what I've become."

She looked at me from the corner of her eye. Painted lips curving into a smile that border lined on being cruel.

"I guess after all this. I'm the farthest thing from that."

"No...I think...you're still a beacon of hope."

I looked at her with what I hoped was a convincing smile. My gaze softening just the slightest. Perhaps in an attempt to please her.

"I am?"

"Yes. I mean, all those people you've killed. They were all terrible...right? Even your own father was a brutal tyrant."

She seemed to contemplate those words. A hum leaving her lips as she swirls the red liquid in her cup. She soon set it down, instead opting to turn around and wrap her arms around my waist.

"You're not wrong."

"Is that surprising?"

"...no."

I would've seen the smile if her face wasn't buried into my chest. My own smile widening at the fact I'd seem to have pleased her.

"They told you your fate. Said it was written in the stars. Then you said fuck that. And opted to write your own. I think that's admirable. Not many people have that sort of courage."

My own arms finally came to rest across her. Fingers trailing patterns into the bare skin on her back.

"And yet you still ended up my husband. So there's no surprise you aren't complaining about my actions."

This made me laugh. Although I stopped myself quickly. Covering it up with a cough.

"I'm only your husband in name. I'm not a fool, Araceli."

My head turns just a bit to stare at the sleeping man in our bed. I remembered that I'm supposed to hate him.

"You know I love you. Despite my...actions."

I turned my attention back to her. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I know. I will never doubt your love for me, my queen. Just as you should never doubt mine for you."

She laughs softly against my chest. I've yet to decide if it's a warm sound or a dark one. I reminded myself that I'm not supposed to care with a shake of my head.

"We'll make it through this. All of us will Ara. I promise."

"I know."

"Good. Don't forget."

"I won't."

I hum at her acceptance. It's a good sign. It means she's stable. It means she's healing.

"You should rest, Atenus. We have much to do tomorrow. According to Ettor."

She sounded all too bitter at the prospect of work that will undoubtedly be easy for her.

"Will you rest soon as well?"

I tilt my head to the side and actually look down at her. Admiring the way her snowy white locks fall over her face and shoulders when she leans back to return my stare.

"I will, at some point. Sleep is...almost meaningless to me. Guess that's a perk of godhood."

She giggles while releasing me. Her eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the night sky. I shake my head and sigh.

"Very well then. Rest well, my queen."

It is then I turn to leave. A short few strides leading me to the door. Although I don't hesitate upon opening it and stepping through. The last thing I see being her slipping in next to Marid.

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt five

SETTING: In Araceli's room. Nero is 13. Araceli is 12.

CHARACTERS: Nero and Araceli

When I next awoke. It was on something soft. Too soft to be my prison cell. Waaaay too soft. And silky. Or is slippery the better word? I kept my eyes closed, trying my best to figure out where I am. Without alerting anyone, fearing being tortured and beaten more.

"I know you're awake."

The voice was feminine, soft, and oh so warm. Wait what? My brain quickly started turning its gears. Trying to figure it all out even quicker.

"Wondering where you are? How cute…"

That's when I bothered to open my eyes. Only to wince in pain and close them again. What the hell was that bright light I just saw?

"Oh...my aura hurts you doesn't it? I'm sorry."

"That...that was your aura?"

I flinched at the roughness of my voice. My throat hurt. I open my eyes again. This time strictly avoiding looking in the direction of that blinding light. I tried my best to grasp my surroundings. Am I...on a bed?

"You're in my room. So yes. On a bed."

"Your room?"

"Yes. You won't have to worry about that prison cell anymore. Need help sitting up?"

I didn't say anything in response. Finding it best not to question how this person knew what my thoughts are. And yet, soon enough that light was back in my view. And warm hands helped me with sitting up. I didn't look away this time.

"Who...are you?"

I managed to mutter the question while she handed me a glass of something cold. It seemed appealing.

"You can call me Araceli. And it's water. Drink it."

'Wait. Araceli? The princess Araceli? The goddess amongst men???' That definitely made my mind race with millions of questions.

"Yes. I'm that Araceli. Shocked?"

"Obviously."

"Oh my. Someone's bitter."

I gave her the best glare I could currently muster. A glare that screamed "of course I'm bitter!" I'm pretty sure she understood. Considering her aura dimmed just a bit.

"I...apologize for not rescuing you sooner."

"Why did you rescue me at all? I tried to kill your commander."

"Because I had a vision."

"Of me?"

"Yes! Of you!"

I flinched at her tone. A foreign reaction to me. But one I had nonetheless. My lips found the edge of the cup to drink. Maybe it'd be poisoned and cause me to die. Didn't taste like it though.

"Work for me and I'll ensure no one touches you again."

That caught me off guard. My eyes widening in what I felt was to a comedic extent.

"W-What? Why would you need me???"

"Cause I saw."

"Saw what???"

"Things."

"Gonna be vague?"

"I have no reason to tell you. Yet."

I sigh and she giggles softly. A pleasant sound. Or at least that's what I perceived it as. My hands come to rest on my lap. The cup long forgotten.

"And...if I don't work for you?"

"I won't be able to stop my father from killing you."

'Damn. Could've just said I've got no choice.' I sigh again, one hand coming up to mess with the ends of my hair. Which I soon realized had been braided. Probably by her…

"Yes. I could've just said that. But some people prefer death."

"Not me…"

"So I'll be taking that as a yes."

"Is there any other way to take it?"

"Nope!"

"Then why'd you question it?"

"I question everything."

"You're one weird lady."

I faltered after that. Letting the conversation die out. What was I even doing here? Did some vision from a goddess really save me? Guess I gotta start being religious.

"Thanks for the compliment! I'll go bring in servants to...clean you up some more."

Before I could protest she was gone. The soft click of the door and the complete darkness signifying as much. I let out another sigh, something I found myself doing just a little too much all of a sudden.

"What have I agreed to…"

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt four

SETTING: In the prison cell of Nero. He is 13.

CHARACTERS: Nero and two guards.

It's cold. The bite of chains on my wrists. The way they jingle whenever I try and move. How long have I even been here?

Days? Weeks? Months? I don't know anymore. I gave up on counting.

"Tch. There's the little shit. Isn't it time for him to be executed already?"

"No. The king wants him tortured first. Not that they've been getting any information out of him. Or so I've heard."

My eyes slowly open. Scanning the room. It comes back to me. The failed assassination, getting caught, being tortured and thrown in here. My wounds ache more as I sit there. A groan leaving my cracked and bloody lips.

"Shit…"

I whispered it so softly I barely even heard myself. Shifting my body so I'm able to sit up. My head hits the stone wall with a light thud.

"Oh hey. The bastard's alive. Heh. I thought they'd have killed you in there."

All I could muster was a dark, yet almost half hearted glare at the man. Spitting out blood in his direction.

"Why you…"

"Hey hey! You know we're not supposed to go in there!"

The other one held his companion back. Glancing at me with a wary stare. He frowns deeply.

"Plus...she. Her Highness took an interest in him. Remember?"

"What??? Since when???"

"I just got wind of it myself. But apparently she should be here to visit him soon…"

"SHIT!"

My brow furrows at them. Not understanding in the slightest. As far as I know. This kingdom has no Queen. Could...they mean...her? Their chosen one? Why would she take interest in me? I groaned again. Thinking about these things hurts.

"Shut up kid. I don't want to hear anything out of you again."

This makes me scoff.

"Oh? What will you do? Beat me?"

"Why you! That does it."

It was in an instant that the man was in my cell and digging his boot into a fresh wound. My eyes widening from the pain. A choked sob tearing from my lips.

"Hah. Can't even take that? Wait till I'm done with you."

It was next that his foot came down onto my head. I'm pretty sure I felt my head split open. Another sob leaving my lips. Consciousness blurred just a bit. But he didn't stop. Continuing to beat the crap out of me. Opening new wounds. Reopening old ones. By the time he was done I was left a mess on the floor. Tears streaming from my eyes.

"Hah. Serves you right. Bastard!"

The guard spits on me. Making me involuntarily flinch away. I quickly curled up into a ball. Trying my best to remain conscious. Although it was harder than I expected it to be.

"Tch. Pathetic kid."

I heard his footsteps leave the room. And the familiar sound of the door closing harshly. And then footsteps walking away.

'Everything hurts...why? Why me?' I found myself thinking about it. Why did they send me? Was it really because they trusted me? Or was it because they wanted me gone. The thought made me cry. I miss them.

Soon enough the sound of my sobs filled the room. My body shaking violently at the sensation. 'I shouldn't be crying...but it...everything hurts...I just...wanna sleep. Yes, sleep.' I found myself drifting away. The sound of rushing footsteps and a soft voice all I could hear before it all went dark.

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt three

SETTING: At the scene of the very first official battle for the rebels.

CHARACTERS: Araceli and one of her father's generals.

"Bend the knee or die...human."

The way I spoke was foreign even to me. I sounded so angry. So cold. Was this even me speaking anymore?

"What?"

The man standing before me sounded genuinely shocked. I don't even remember his name. But the expression on his face and his lack of compliance was wearing on my very small reserve of mercy and patience.

"You heard me. My men have broken through your troops. More of them die by the minute. If you're truly a good general. Or even someone who cares for his life. You will bend the knee. If you don't. Well, I'll kill you like I've been doing to those who are stupid enough to get in my way."

I sighed heavily while running my free hand through my hair. The other one firmly held onto the sword that pressed against the general's neck.

"I'm offering you and your men mercy. And I really am starting to regret doing as such. So I suggest you make your decision so that I may continue on with my misera-"

"LADY ARACELI! I have an important message!"

My eyebrows twitched at the sudden interruption of one of the many messengers assigned to give me news of the battlefield.

Yet I still turned around to face him. Leaving the cornered general to the men I had come with me.

"Yes? What is it? Has something happened?

I tried my best to sound as kind and warm as possible. But I knew that failed when the messenger flinched and backed away from me a bit. Then again, I imagine I was a terrifying sight anyways. I could still feel the fresh blood resting on my skin.

"Um, you see…"

"Get on with it!"

"Sir Marid has been injured! He was hit by an enemy arrow. However, it doesn't seem to be very serious. The healers are tending to him now."

"What…?"

I could tell everyone knew I was both shocked and worried. The way my face contorted showed it. I didn't know how to respond. This wasn't exactly something that had happened before. Time almost seemed to slow. But then, I swear I saw red. My body moved on autopilot as I turned on the enemy general. Quickly gathering the front of his shirt in my hands and pulling him close. Only to deeply embed my sword in his gut. I dropped him almost immediately afterwards. Leaving him there on the ground as I pulled my sword out and began to walk away.

"Make the announcement. The general is dead. Those who don't wish to join them will lay down their arms and surrender."

After giving that order I turned and walked over to the messenger. "Take me to him. Now."

#the girl who denied fate #excerpt two

SETTING: Right as Ettor, Nero, and Aza have found Araceli and Marid.

CHARACTERS: Araceli and Marid

"Don't. Don't fucking touch me."

Form shaking, trembling, am I scared? Or angry. I can't even tell anymore. I hate this.

"Araceli...I…"

"I said don't."

My eyes were wary as they stare at the man in front of me. Normally I wouldn't ever hesitate to fall into his arms. 'Why now?' He looks hurt by my words. Part of me enjoys it. I cringe in disgust at that. The expression doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Ara...you need help."

His eyes were soft, pleading...and sad. Lips pressed in a tight line. Not quite a frown yet. He seemed worried.

"Help?"

My voice came out strained and broken. I wince at that.

"Who in the ever fucking living world can actually help me? Hm? You? Don't flatter yourself, Marid."

Now I've done it. I've gone and hurt him again.

"Not me. But Ettor can. And you know it."

His hand reaches out again. Golden eyes shining underneath the lighting in my...no...our tent. I look away from him. Curling up more in the current corner I put myself into.

"I don't want his help."

"Why? Is it because you think you deserve this pain? Is that it?"

My breathing stops for a moment. Part of me gets angry again. The other part wants nothing more than to crawl into his arms and hide away from the prying eyes of the world. But my body doesn't budge. Almost as if it...can't.

"Araceli...you know that you don't deserve this. We've talked about it. Please let me bring you out of here so Ettor can help?"

Oh there it is. He's frowning now. Or is it more of a pout. I find myself not caring. It still somehow broke my heart. I feel tears threatening to spill. I blink a couple of times to try and prevent it.

"Darling...please?"

He looked so soft, so gentle. It was hard for me to remember the fact that just earlier he was murdering people. Not a speck of blood covering the skintight outfit he wears.

The thought of wanting to braid his hair randomly crosses my mind. I shake my head to get rid of it.

"You're crying…"

He was definitely worried now. It was written all over him.

"I'm what?"

That's when I realized it. The tears spilt and bubbled over even though I told them not to. It was like some sort of floodgate. As everything hit me at once. The sobs starting to wreak havoc on me.

Before I knew it I was in his arms. I wanted to struggle. To tell him to let me go. But instead I melt into them. More tears spilling. I didn't have the energy to protest any more.

"Shhh shhh...it's okay. Just let it all out. I'm here. I'm here."

There was something so soothing about his voice. It made me sleepy. My body involuntarily melting more into his. Hands reaching around to cling to him.

I don't remember when the tears stopped. I just knew all of a sudden I felt better than I did earlier. I didn't move from his arms.

"I'm sorry...for what I said."

"Don't be...everyone says things they don't want to when they're upset Ara."

"But I hurt you…"

"And I promised you that we'd get through this together. So it's okay."

I didn't say anything after that. Opting to stay silent and bury myself deeper into his grasp. He smelled nice...like tea and jasmine. My favorites.

"Thank you…"

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my head. I blushed.

"Anytime darling. Now get some sleep. I know you have to be tired."

"Will you stay?"

"Of course I will."

"Mmm...good."