#author writing

[dinokeks]

Is this... a new plot idea??

[arsenicandvanilla]

Worldbuilding culture tips. MBFs a.k.a Marridges, Births and Funerals

These events only happen a handful of times in a person's life and are often seen as the three stages of life. Therefore one way to greatly improve your world's unique culture is to create traditions for each of these events.

What do people do to introduce a new baby? Any superstitions about bad luck or the child's future? When do children revive names? Date of birth? When the parents feel like it? 1st birthday?

What do people wear to weddings? Any specific garments? Colors? Are marriage arranged? Chosen? Somewhere in between? Are they public or private events? How does the ceremony work?

How are corpses disposed of? Cremation? Burrial? What are funerals like? Who attends? Somber or bittersweet? Do they believe in an afterlife? Reincarnation? Colors? Does anyone speak? How do people remember the dead? Armbands? Grave sites? Locks of hair?

[scuttlebutthasit]

I’m waiting for you

I’m waiting for you

I wait for what seems to be forever

While I’m here I’ll build the nest

I’ll write the music

I’ll clean the thistles

So what happens next

Will you lay down with me in my bed

In our bed

At least I want it to be yours as much as it is mine

Whats next

Will you save me from the towering clock

Your casted shadow would dim all the lights

And all the people

Until it is just you

And me

Should purpose exist

Should sex and touching and kissing

Be an obstacle to all the rest

do not dig up the ground

To see the hand that always reaches for more

If you will stay just a second

or a day or a year

I would seek only your offerings and nothing more

I would seek only the figures that you share

I want you eternally and selflessly

[deadletterstolove]

17 feb 17 sometimes darkness brings a greater pleasure, no matter the company when you can imagine a greater world heaven you that is far beyond your senses that is when you may find your light

17 feb 17// imagination 

[scuttlebutthasit]

The Restless

It’s further this time:

The distance and the sound,

It is further - and therefore there is more space.

In it I leave memories and things and shelves,

And a radiant garden

Of plenty-

That could nurture a village.

And sometimes I feel like I was a coward:

When I walked among the trees,

I had nothing but seconds:

Seconds until I see you pass me,

Seconds until I look back and watch you leave,

Seconds until I turn away and carry on.

You know for me love turned into fear.

And that turned into sadness,

which eventually turned into distance,

And that turned into ambition.

But I think that they now all coexist.

I wonder if love was ever around -

Because it shifts and turns in such a way.

But could it be that all along it was my nature and fate:

It never possessed me

The way people say it should.

The room it occupied was further,

The walls are wider,

It’s distance and potential continue to be infinite.

I saw it beyond it’s original shape:

I heard it in my songs in different words and perspectives,

And even allowed to take life in a miserable and destructive silence.

It is looking at the ground

And running from my heart:

Up to a mountain.

And from the earth’s finest peaks:

It took seconds to perceive the beauty,

And seconds to remember the home

The distance,

The companions,

And that my love never stood still.

[scuttlebutthasit]

I want her

I sat in bed and felt so heavy.

To each their own,

But my own was seemingly so depressing

My life keeps feeling so still

I needed to fly as fast as I could

And start again and again

Bolt into the perfect world.

But I don’t claim to want perfection

I love the rides of my mood

And the chaos that brings me peace;

It’s the silence that I despise.

To him, I am beautiful.

To him there is no silence within me.

He sees me in light.

To her I am not.

She’s sees it all.

The mess,

The discontent,

The constant tide would make her collapse 40 feet below the ground

In the midst of caves and darkness and she really did hate me for it.

I’d be happier with her though.

I would show her how beautiful darkness could be.

It de-programs you, and makes you gaze at yourself from afar.

She once said:

“Enjoy life, and good things will come”

And I could try because I wanna be with her

I want her arms to extend over me,

I want late night giggles,

And 2am pizza.

I want romance and passion.

I wanna sit beneath her as she sees my world crumble at her feet.

I want her.

She would cure my silence,

And remove the stillness,

And I could finally start to love again.

[scuttlebutthasit]

Wren

He watches you sleep

And dream through the night

He takes down notes

Whether flight or fight

Some call him Wren

Some call upon him

Because they think he has their truth

But he twisted reality

Into a nightmare.

I speak and I shake

And I see him before I wake,

So I told him to leave

I said “Wren you better believe

That I will break you

Even if it breaks me”

And he smiled

All while

Knowing his magic had worked

And I saw him in the sky

And he occupied

Every corner of this town

So I lit a flame

So I can claim

Something of myself

But what was left

Was ash and spore

Nothing like it was before

At least now I can figure out

How to get rid of that old fool