#a key

[firefly-218]

schorchestra=school orchestra

yorchestra=youth outside of school orchestra

[rosaalcoda]

(This is the third poem in my series of poems I am making based on each character’s imitation art pieces. I am not a professional but I do enjoy poetry, please enjoy)

Desmond Hall, What are you?

-A key

Martyr me

With arrows in hand and back

For those I trust, a weapon piercing

I can be the edge we lack

Composure, Discipline, Fire

Guarding us, guarding we

A turning point

Not meant for me

What am I?

I am a key

Writing Process

For this poem rather than picking a specific writing style I immediately starting writing the poem because I got an idea for a line. However, I would say this poem is more of a lyrical poem out of the 3 main types of poems. I suppose this would be considered a free verse poem, maybe, I’m not really sure. I decided to write this poem more about the art itself because I don’t know enough about Desmond’s background to make a poem very deep all about it, these poems will definitely be updated when all of the game is out.

[questionedturkey]

Survivors: WOW camping and tunneling?? fuck you you're trash why play like that??

Those same survivors:

[atinybitofau]

S A N ⇛ the reason why

“A KEY”

—a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• you always forget.

• you don’t have the cleanest track record when it comes to remembering things.

• and San was the only one who could juggle having his memory and yours. (& your heart)

• also being one call away when you forget your keys.

• “Sannieee.”

• he sighs half asleep. “What?”

• “Were you sleeping?”

• he groans thrashing his arms around in his blankets at the sound of you cooing. “Y/n, it’s 2 in the god damn morning. How the hell did you forget your keys this time?”

• you sniffle with a pout staring at your front door. “My date lasted a little long. He kept boasting about his life accomplishments and I felt so bad to end his bragging. I must’ve forgotten them while I was begging god to spare me.”

• his jaw slacks before he begrudgingly lifted himself up. “Give me 5 minutes.”

• he’s there in 3.

• glaring at you with bloodshot eyes while he opens your door,

• ignoring the little pace of heart he gets when you tiredly wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

• “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

• “Without my keys, you mean.” he huffs back letting you follow him inside.

• “I can’t stand my mom. If she sets me up on another blind date again, I might just commit.”

• “Commit to?”

• “Losing my keys all together so she’ll never find me again.”

• San has his back to you as he pours the both of you a glass of water—

• knowing the inside of your house like the back of his hand at this point.

• being your best friend coming with two things:

• loving you unconditionally,

• and hating you for loving him back the same way.

• “And where would you go if you did?”

• you smile up at him cheesily. “To you?”

• you finish showering and San’s deadweight on your bed.

• you ignoring the little pace of heart you get when San’s at your peripheral.

• how he doesn’t know you’re so goddamn in love with him killing you softly.

• you get in beside him letting him wrap his arms around you like a pillow.

• burying your face into his warm chest.

• him hoping you don’t feel the way his heart palpitates for you.

• how you don’t know he’s so goddamn in love with you it’s killing him softly.

• “Stop forgetting your keys, y/n.” he sleepily tells you kissing you on the forehead. “One of these days, I might forget them too.”

• San’s getting tired.

• of waking up for you.

• loving you thinking you only love him for his spare keys.

• starts dating again while you are too.

• “W-what?”

• Wooyoung gulps. “Did I say that out loud?”

• the boys stiffen and they avoid eye contact as your body exudes heat.

• “Excuse me? He’s what?”

• “W-w-well technically he’s allowed to.”

• “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES ALLOWED TO?! THE ONLY THING HE’S ALLOWED TO DO IS CARRY AROUND MY SPARE KEY, WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS THAT LITTLE MSHHIDIT—“

• Jongho and Mingi struggle to muffle your mouth when San walks in with a girl toy on his sleeve,

• his keys dangling from his waist band like a vice.

• you almost cry.

• shrinking into Mingi’s arms when they smile your way.

• “Y/n, I’m so glad your here. I want you to meet Hyemi.”

• Mingi hesitates to let your mouth free from his palms.

• holding your hand behind your back,

• just in case you reach over and hit somebody.

• lets just say you don’t have a good track record there either..

• “H-hi. It’s nice to meet you.” you sound like an automated voice mail. “I’m y/n.”

• “Sannie talks so much about you.” she gloats. “I just had to give him my spare key too. It’s good to know how reliable he is.”

• Jongho and Mingi don’t let go of your hands under the table.

• the others making sure you don’t cry.

• San being the only one not knowing about your life long crush on him—

• love for him?

• what’s even worse?

• you forgot your keys this morning.

• but this time, he forgets too.

• “You what?”

• San sighs. “I was so busy getting ready I must’ve forgotten them in my kitchen. I’m sorry, y/n.”

• your heart breaks just like that.

• not once has San forgotten..

• not when you do at least.

• “I-it’s okay. I’ll just stay at Jongho’s tonight I guess.”

• he’s about to concede.

• fight back because he wants to race home for you but you hang up before he gets to.

• tired to say the least.

• of forgetting your keys and relying on him.

• to love you back the way you love him.

• “C-can you carry my spares, Jongho?” you cry on his couch as the boys crowd in his living room. “Anyone? I can’t expect to rely on San forever. Can’t love him forever.”

• they can’t tell you.

• they promised not to.

• but Mingi’s had it up to here.

• no one else in this room could remember to carry the spare for you.

• not as much as San can.

• “San, if you don’t fucking man up and use those keys the unconventional way they’re hanging around your ring for, so help me god, we will come after you.” Mingi warns through the phone. “One of these days those things won’t be needed anymore. And she’ll buy another key that you won’t have a spare for.”

• he runs his hands through his hair,

• rapidly pressing the button to your complex elevator.

• hoping you’d still be home.

• hoping you didn’t find a new place in the months you’ve been ignoring him.

• and when you open the door half dead,

• you close it back shut on his face.

• “Y/n. Please.” he desperately leans his head on the door, fist clenching against it too. “Please let me in.”

• “Go away.”

• “Don’t make me use my keys.”

• a tear falls from your eyes when you realize how long it’s been.

• that he never even attempted to use it after two months.

• “Go ahead and try.” you choke up. “They won’t work anyway.”

• “Fuck.” his heart races when he pounds against the door again. “Y/n, let me in!”

• “Go away, San.” you cry back. “I-I don’t need you anymore! Go home and go back to sleep.”

• “Please.. .” his jaw clenches when he shakes over his knees. “Don’t shut me out. Let me in, y/n. Let me change my keys.”

• you open the door and slap him jaw slack on his face.

• tears running and heart racing.

• ready to finally say,

• “You know I never gave you my spares just for emergency sake? I gave it to you so you can come to me when you want. Should’ve never gave you my keys in the first place.”

• “Y/n..”

• “No.” you stop him. “Don’t y/n me. The day I needed you, you stopped coming for me. Stopped answering my calls. Didn’t even know I changed my god damn locks because of you, you know that? For months. For months you stopped being there for me and you think you can just come to my door begging for another key?”

• he searches your eyes while you cry.

• knowing you had the new spare somewhere.

• and god he’ll spend days on end looking for it if he has to.

• kisses you through the pain letting you for once bravely feel the way his heart paces in his chest.

• “I love you.” he cups your hot cheeks in his hands wiping away the tears. “God— I love you. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I forgot and then I kept forgetting. You stopped calling me and i forgot. I forgot how much you needed me.”

• your lips frown when you pull away attempting to push him back.

• attempting to lock the door on his ass one more time.

• but he stops you again.

• “If I have to live here with you just so I can have your goddamn keys forever so help me god, I will.” he fights back. “I don’t want to carry the spares, y/n. Give me the original. Please... don’t forget me again.”

• you let him in.

• cause how could you say no?

• not when he juggles everything he forgets and sometimes what you do too.

• “I love you.” he repeats arms and legs interlaced with yours on your bed. “I’m sorry it took me this long to remember.”

@atinybitofau

[faerynova]

i am a simple creature. someone gives a rock, or a small metal bobble, and i put it in my mouth.

[mattskitchen67]

Now I’m no Gundam expert, but it’s endlessly hilarious how easy it is to steal Mobile Suits. You’d have a harder time stealing a bicycle. Someone steals a massive robot almost as often as someone gets slapped for having an emotional outburst, and that’s like the entire show!

[loganscove]

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