#arthur weir

[mothernerd]

“All the collective power in every reality and there was nothing she could do to ease the demons that haunted one mortal man.”

MIGHT be the rawest line I’ve ever written?

[mothernerd]

MASTERLIST FIXED(hi pay attention to me)

I changed my username and I'm 99% all the links in my MCU master list have been updated. If you run into any issues, let me know!

I ALSO HAVE NEW WRITING. Original stuff. Good stuff. Stuff I'm actively working to get published. Here's my synopsis:

The Singularity (Working Title)

In a multiverse governed like a corporation, entire realities are ranked by usefulness.

Wealthy “connected” universes thrive on transport modules powered by crystal mined from poorer worlds, where exploited workers extract the resource that keeps everyone else moving. For people with low existential energy, those same modules cause a wasting disease called the Fade, a condition that is technically curable… but the cure is withheld to keep the population compliant.

Charlotte Ford doesn’t know any of that when the deaths start: versions of her, across reality, vanishing like someone is pruning the multiverse. The Bureau labels her a catastrophic risk and initiates Anchor Resolution, a cold procedural attempt to control the one thing they cannot predict.

But the truth is worse. Charlotte is converging toward her Anchor Body, the final point of return. If every other version of her dies, she becomes a Singularity: a one-of-one being with limitless existential energy and the power to break the multiverse’s rules.

A cult rises around the prophecy of the Final Return. A resistance decides she could be a weapon. The Bureau decides she must be contained. And Arthur Weir, a man who has watched the system destroy worlds in the name of “stability,” finds himself standing too close to the one person who could end it.

If Charlotte completes the Final Return, she will either free quadrillions upon quadrillions of lives… or erase them.

ya girl is PRETTY excited. I plan on posting rough drafts on here. Get hype.

[thanatophobia-thoughts]

"What do you gather?" the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me— "See, these flowers I plucked are dead, Ah! misery." "What do you gather?" the miser said, Clinking his gold, as he spoke to me— "I cannot sleep at night for dread Of thieves," said he. "What do you gather?" the dreamer said, "I dream dreams of what is to be; Daylight comes, and my dreams are fled, Ah! woe is me." "What do you gather?" the young man said— "I seek fame for eternity, Toiling on while the world's abed, Alone," said he. "What do I gather?" I laughing said, "Nothing at all save memory, Sweet as flowers, but never dead, Like thine, Rosie." "I have no fear of thieves," I said, "Daylight kills not my reverie, Fame will find I am snug abed, That comes to me." "The past is my treasure, friends," I said, "Time but adds to my treasury, Happy moments are never fled Away from me." "All one needs to be rich," I said, "Is to live that his past shall be Sweet in his thoughts, as a wild rose red, Eternally."

Arthur Weir

[bunnybrainss-blog]

In Absence

 Sleep, dearest, sleep beside the murmuring sea; Sleep, dearest, sleep, and bright dreams compass thee. My sleepless thoughts a guard of love shall be Around thy couch and bid thee dream of me. Sleep, Bright Eyes, sleep. Sleep, dearest, sleep, the slumber of the pure; Sleep, dearest, sleep, in angels' care secure. Evil itself thy beauty would allure To cease from ill and make thy joyance sure. Sleep, Bright Eyes, sleep. Sleep, dearest, sleep; in slumber thou art mine; Sleep, dearest, sleep; our souls still intertwine. Yon radiant star that on thy couch doth shine Bears from my lips a kiss to lay on thine. Sleep, Bright Eyes, sleep.