#fandom poem

[lucy-the-cat]

THE SON

@nortaeventcouncil

Edit: this is the under an hour challenge board square!

[adinafay]

[starryclown11]

Cremation- A Q!Slimecicle poem

They say you died the day she did and you can’t help but agree

While your flesh remained intact your soul began to rot inside you

The hands you reached out in desperation scorched the earth

The voice you cried out with spit flames

And the people around you hid in fear from your blaze

So you flew like a diseased animal content to quarantine your rotting soul

Left without even the one who promised himself in sickness and in health

Though you suppose you being both sick and healthy at the same time cancels something out

But then she returns dancing and flipping and breathing as she did before

Hell hardened with new scars to prove it

Glowing once more no longer with heavenly rays but life itself

(You never knew if life itself glowed green but you don’t question things)

But you were never born for joy

As if her revival was an afront to the gods they turn their wrath to you

While your soul lives along with her again

The body begins to rot in its place

To the point the ground you walk is poisoned by your decay

The people have burnt out

They have lost their souls too, but you spare no pity since they could afford none to you

The voice you use turns to sparks

Flickering in and out in a dying way that’s still almost beautiful

And the warm hands you hold hers

Because that’s all that matters

The fires are contained in you

Burning away all the sensation in your hands now

But it’s fine

The metamorphosis is worth it to look her eyes once again

The flames will cleanse you inside and out

Till you are whole body and soul once more

Then you can be what you always thought she needed you to be

She and you both did died that day

And she never came back

And neither did you

[sometimesiwrite]

Of Witchers Past

For @chaypin who loves Romantic poetry. Inspired by Percy Shelley's Ozymandias.

@continentcakeshop

Read on Ao3

I met a witcher from an unknown guild

Who said an ancient crumbling Elven keep

Sits in the mountains. Nearby, in the hills,

Grown o'er, their tattered armour lies. O weep!

These men and boys--no names do mark their graves

That gave to us no less than their own lives

In sacrifice; indeed, we are but knaves

That bade them bleed so we may yet survive.

A glint of silver yet the sun will catch

In Spring; sharp sentinels driv'n deep

And standing proud in earth to yet o'erwatch

Their owners' graves whilst finally they sleep.

"If you do walk in those cold hills," he said,

"Bring offerings and penance for the dead."

[castielsbeeslippers]

Gif by @skydorkers ✨😌

Hellooooo ✨🐝I’m a big fan of poetry and destiel ~so naturally I love the poets and content creators of this fandom and the creators surrounding it ✨😌I really wanted to make a celebration post of some of the poets here ! Please check them out and show them some love ! ✨🐝

( another celebration coming up for our fanfic writers and gif makers and editors soon!!!)

I’ve linked one poem for each wonderful creator that I love ! ✨please check out the others they may have as well!!! 🐝✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

@acklesy (x) 🐝 @rambleoncas (x)

@cursed-or-not (x)🐝 @skyestiel (x)

@whatladybird (x) ✨ @heller-jensen (x)

@ialwayscomewhenyoucall (x)

@blacksailsnby 🐝 (x) @eggcessive (x)

@findingcas (x) ✨ @castiellesbian (x)

@thisisapaige (x) 🐝 @holmesemrys (x)

@poemsforpersephone (x)🐝

@bidestiel (x)

@all-or-nothing-baby (x)

@astudyinfreewill (x) 🐝

@casbelieves (x) ✨ @sideofangels (x)

@starrynights-brokenhalos (x)

@thebloggerbloggerfun (x)

[timelordatbuttonhouse]

Merlin’s dead and buried,

Sherlock’s gone too,

Supernatural’s ending,

And Chibnall’s ruined Doctor Who.

The fandoms once ruled Tumblr,

Misha took over for a day,

But now the shows have ended,

And SuperWhoLock’s gone away

We’ve laughed and cried,

Felt all the feels,

Been hunters, time lords and wizards,

We know that family don’t end in blood,

But it doesn’t start there either.

New fandoms may come along,

New ships begin to sail,

But we are the fandoms who waited,

And we will be waiting still.

For a reboot,

Another season,

Or a spin-off to come along.

Then, like our characters have been,

Many times before,

We will be resurrected,

And the fandoms will sing once more.

[wholesomeaanghours]

the missing moon

she could’ve sworn there was someone beside her, the ghostly brush of lips to bridges of noses red, the colder arctic air never drowning that warmth, oh why did she have to go?

the way she laughed when it was only them, how the room seemed to circle around her, soft hair the color of moon peach blossoms, softer hands against cheeks, the sensation like ice water on days filled with sun, she could never get enough.

two halves made for one another, the ocean needing the moon, the moon wanting the ocean, two girls whose hands always drifted towards the other, creating waves, but the two were never made to ever touch.

[writemoment]

Credit: Ellie-Mae (EchoingSquealz)