#crane writes

[papercranedoesart]

Bloodweave²

This is a crop of my gift to the wonderful @shadowvikingao3 as part of an exchange event!

I also tried to get back into writing for this and wrote a fic (link in title) to go along with the art:

An Evening For Two²

Bloodweave, Explicit, M/M/M/M

After taking on too much work at the academy, Gale does what every respectable wizard would do in his situation: He summons his Simulacrum for help.

But when Astarion mistakes the copy for the original, Gale comes up with the perfect plan to spice up their upcoming Sune's Day date.

Full artwork in the fic ;)

[craneism]

this isn’t so much an interest gauge as a priority evaluation but who’s interested in the “everything is the same except dazai and kunikida hooked up before becoming coworkers” fic that’s been spinning around in my head for several weeks now

FUCK yes

yes but calmer

but what about soukoku #mysoukoku (dw it’s pre-kunichuuzai)

go fuck yourself, for real. i cant with these people anymore. i hate you all fro

i’m bald/other

Voting ended onFeb 13

[silvercrane14]

Happy New Years @blissygelabwisteria ! I was your @natsume-ss . I wrote you a little fic of Nishimura and Kitamoto hanging out with Natsume. I hope you enjoy!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[c00lgv1]

So, I’m writing a poem inside a poem titled “I Lose Myself”

Here it is:

I lose myself

To the sky

The stars

The moon

I lose myself

To the forests

The mountains

The soil

I lose myself

To the oceans

The rivers

The lakes

I lose myself

To the tall buildings

The sidewalks

The people

I lose myself

To the courage

The kindness

The empathy

I lose myself

To the memories

The thoughts

The dreams

I lose myself

To the colors

The shapes

The lines

I lose myself

To the screams

The cries

The tears

I lose myself

To the fires

The floods

The droughts

Each stanza is also a poem that can be read by itself. It’s not complete, so I was wondering if you have any prompts for things I can add (ex: space).

[one-has-to-be-wary-of-a-poet]

We Rise

We rise

Because they didn’t expect us to

Because we weren’t supposed

To make it past

The first protest

The first night

The first wound

We rise

With empty stomachs

But full hearts

We rise

With knees scraped

And voices cracked

We rise

With banners

Painted in backyards

With slogans

That don’t rhyme

But still shake

Capitol walls

We rise

Because we must

Because silence

Is a shroud

And we are

Done

With funerals

We rise

Not with grace

But with fury

Not in single file

But in chaos

With art

With dance

With drag queens

In six-inch heels

And kids

Holding chalk

And truth

We rise

In every street

They said we couldn’t walk

In every book

They tried to ban

In every vote

They tried to steal

We rise

And rise again

Because one thing

You will never

Be able to kill—

Is hope

[papercranedoesart]

Hi, I'm melting in the heat but wrote a silly fic:

Palimpsest

Bloodweave, Explicit, Modern AU, Professors AU

"He was being ridiculous, wasn’t he? He was getting riled up over some stupid remark in a lecture script. But that wasn’t what this was about! Gale had ignored him, didn’t deem it necessary to give him a decent reply or even an explanation for abandoning their work. Only to turn around and criticise Astarion for using Gale’s own words. He had every right to be furious!"

Or a vent fic I wrote about a comment my supervisor made two weeks after I submitted my thesis to the exam commission

[silvercrane14]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nevermore - Red & Flynn (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Montresor/Will (Nevermore Webcomic), (kinda?) - Relationship Takes place directly after chapter 119

So. I did a thing.

[craneism]

to lie in its wake is a new kind of violence

“Higuchi-san,” says Executive Kouyou, stepping into the room with a delicate frown pulling her brows together. Higuchi can feel her heart against her windpipe. “What is the meaning of this?” She opens her mouth to explain herself but comes up blank. How can she even describe it? It was not the ordinary thing, but it still stings like failure. The mission was—well, it happened, and now… now. What a small word for such a heavy thing.

after a strained mission, higuchi retreats to treat her wounds alone. kouyou has opinions on this decision.

★ 3.3k words | higuchi-centric ★ written for @bsdladiesweek day 2: higuchi ichiyou and ozaki kouyou