[zuikko]

hi frens i put zuko on my multi @monsurper come write with me i miss y’all

[lifeinpoetry]

I was born aflame, I believe. A sun so intentional. A sun in repose, a sun in continuous sunset, sinking into the ground.

Camille Rankine, from “Genealogy,” Incorrect Merciful Impulses (via lifeinpoetry)

[zuikko]

a saccharine serendipity,   tranquil & sun-kissed as the dawn’s light spills over the horizon.     ❛❛   the point of a romantic trip away,  my love,  ❜❜    he bats away the hand that pokes &  prods into his side,  fingertips moving to encircle around another’s wrist.   a single, sharp tug given to bring shōto’s weight against the ivory linen;  an arm thrown across his waist in haste.   ❛❛   ----   is that you get to sleep a little later than usual.    ❜❜     @creideprinz​

[zuikko]

❛❛   so you’re alive,   then.  ❜❜    his voice is monotonous,  visage carefully laid out as a blank canvas.  he masquerades his ache with a stoic indifference,  belie to the dark shadows stretched beneath golden eyes  &  the nail beds that have been picked raw in his fettered solicitude.   ❛❛   are you done pretending everything is fine  &  you don’t feel anything or should i wait for you to disappear again?    ❜❜  

hands curl into fists at his side;  he carves copper crescent moons into the womb of his palm,  teeth gritting at the unmistakeable split of skin.  wintertide devours all.  their dawn turned to dusk.   a sigh drags from his lungs  &  he deals the final cut with this,  a mournful  ------    ❛❛   i don’t know how to help you like this,  shōto.   ❜❜   >  @feyiun

[zuikko]

he’s a rotten & hollow thing.    an open wound left to fester,      the result of an innocence stolen.      his eyes had been a warm honey once,  now hiraeth-kissed & devoid of mirth expected for his youth as he glares to the viridescence below.    ❛❛    ugh,   this is hopeless.   ❜❜    it’s a curse,   he thinks.   he is damned.  each breath haphazardly drawn only serves as a reminder of all he’d lost.   all that had slipped through ivory fingers as he failed to grasp onto it.   (    failure,   failure,  failure!   will your existence ever amount to anything more?   )    ❛❛   i can’t do this,  it’s just going to keep blowing up in my face.   ❜❜   >  @jutaitaiten​

[veliseraptor]

[zuikko]

❛❛    this party is lame,  don’t you think?    ❜❜      calloused fingertips pick languidly at the sleeve of his robe;  the fabric feels suffocating on his shoulders now,  his benign temperament wavering as fatigue makes a home in his bones.  gold eyes flicker to meet hers    (  a mirror of him in more ways than one,  synonymous in their existence.  )   he offers a smile then, gentle & honest.    ❛❛    lets go for a walk,  i can’t hear myself think anymore.   ❜❜     >  @verglase

[tulipfarm]

I have been trying to destroy myself

[zuikko]

❛❛    i’m tired,  shōto.  ❜❜   his voice is a soft-spoken whisper.  muffled slightly as his visage dips forward,  forehead pressed into another’s chest.   this rotten world swallowed a boy,  promised a grave & absolution,  then spat him back out,  laughing cruelly in the face of all his bitter helplessness.   he allows himself only this brief moment of melancholia,  placing his vulnerose self in the care of his lover.     ❛❛     i don’t know if i’m making any of the right choices anymore.   ❜❜    >   @feyiun​

[zuikko]

❛❛     what is with you?     ❜❜      he heaves a shallow breath;  desperate to soothe the ache that flares & burns his lungs. to his words he forces a bite, the result of his festering chagrin.  his patience for this game is wearing thin,  pulled tight as a livewire & ready to snap.     ❛❛   this isn’t fair.  you’ve been ignoring me all day & now you’re making me run drills & penalties more than anyone else here. have i done something to upset you?    ❜❜    >  @feyiun​

[unchildhood]

ADRIENNE RICH x MOSS ANGEL THE UNDYING x ANA MENDIETA

‘The Burning of Paper Instead of Children’, Collected Poems: 1950 – 2012 (2016);

Sea-Witch Vol. 2: Girldirt Angelfog (2017);

Untitled: Silueta Series (1978), Super-8 film, colour, silent

[zuikko]

so I just realized I haven’t sent any love to you since June, so I figured it was time 2 change that. Lara, you’re one of the most talented people on this entire site. the amount of time you put into every character is truly remarkable — I wish I had that creativity lmao. your writing always amazes me; even if we aren’t writing a thread, I love reading what you post because you’re a literal writing god. you’re also my best friend so that’s pretty cool too, I guess... 💛 love you hottie xx

ELLIE I WILL SOB!!!!! i love you SO much and i am so grateful for you everyday 🥺 honestly all of our dynamics fill me with so much joy and i will follow you anywhere even if i know nothing about the source because your writing is such a highlight to my dash. thanks 4 being my bestie and always helping me when i need it 💗

[zuikko]

you are an angel sent from heaven above and i treasure you and love that you support me everywhere. i hope you have a wonderful day in spite of your ankle, a day as wonderful as you are 🗿

vic my love i will support u anywhere you go 🥺 thank you SO much for explaining aot’s wack ass backstory for me bc i’m Big Dumb ily 😌 don’t forget to pick up ur clown suit for sending me this 🗿 emoji instead of a heart though 🤡

[zuikko]

i am not in my main however u remain my main b anywhere i go 😳😳 (gay...) i wish u a happy happy bday and i will punch whatever sprained u 😐 i love u.. i think u know that already though 😔😔 (gaypt2) umm I LOVE U THOUGH SO MUCH like 👉👈 so much.. im so glad we met and make zukoroki amd made erm gud n happy memories.. ty 4 always being there with me (gaypt3) 😋😋 ur my most favorite person ever💓 u r the oikawa to my iwa 😳😳 so that means like erm even if we're apart 👉 (space) 👈 we r destined to 🐝 soulmates ❌ no matter what ❌ I LOVE U .. u deserve all the good things ur the best ☺️☺️ best friend... NYAAA i love u omg i will never get tired telling u that 🤙🏻 BCOZZZ ur so easy 2 love and u deserve being loved 💓💓💓 hbd... ig

angel !!!!! when did u get so lame nyehehe 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 pls u already have my heart and i love u so much, i will you lots of keeses !!! 🥰 thank u for letting me spam you and not getting sick of the ten thousand tiktoks i send you, you’re my favourite person in the world !! 🤧💕

[zuikko]

marcid:    incredibly exhausted.   prompt  for  @verglase​

desolation seduces with asomatuous hymns,   beckoning you onto secluded lea.  adorned in this gossamer noose:   fragile as verglas,  tight as puppet strings,  it leaves an ivory throat inhumed in incarnadine   (    a reminder of apathy & compassion’s fray,   of the constant dissonance between head  &  heart.   )   ❛❛   are you tired of it?   ❜❜   you muse gently,  thoughts straying to your uncle  &  the quaint tea shop he delighted in.  you missed it,  missed him,  missed anonymity.   

in the backdrop:   a diplomatic gala that heaves in full swing,  a sea of people with their synthetic euphoria  &  irreverent gaiety.    crowds that you had never been able to find comfort in,   giving pleasantries you were still yet to perfect.  in the foreground:  the abyssal night sky,  ink-dark  &  freckled with light,  finger-bones curled tight into the balcony railing until knuckles glow stark-white against the skin.    their breath condensates with each exhale,   the cool air a welcome change from the suffocating interior.    ❛❛     i’m still new to this but its   ...    i’m exhausted of it.   i don’t know where you find the strength.   ❜❜    you know she shares the same sentiment;   the same shouldered unease for the sake of crown  &  peace,  this atlas’ burden forced upon them too young.  

you clear your throat,   a rough sound,   thick with a sorrow you’ve no more energy to share.  this melancholy moment is fleeting,  an ache to be tucked away once they return inside.    ❛❛   um,  i should, uh    -----------    thank you for being here tonight.  ❜❜    you turn to offer her a small smile,  the first genuine one of the night,   before fixing his eyes back on the endless horizon.   ❛❛   you make these events somewhat pleasant.   i’m glad to have a friend.   ❜❜

[soracities]

(I am ashamed—but it is useless—I am what I am)

Walt Whitman, from “[Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-hearted] (Rejected Poems), Leaves of Grass (via soracities)

[zuikko]

cafune:    the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love  &  tacenda:    things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.  prompt for @pathofice​

hands that heal,   hands that bruise.   his are both.  gentle now in the way they comb through ebony locks to lull him into slumber,   gentle in the way they can never be ‘neath your father’s gaze.  there is solace here in his presence,  in his touch,  &  you ache to devour in the way all starved children do.  with your head against his lap  &  eyne drawn shut,  you think he is the closest thing akin to home.    

a yawn bubbles from the depths of your frayed lungs as you stir awake.   out against the horizon dawn has begun its approach whilst evenfall retreats;   another day closer to the black sun,  another day closer to your betrayal.   hands that heal,  hands that bruise.   soon it will be your own that inflict sorrow    /   leave scar tissue.   

you reach out blindly,  intertwining your fingertips with his to bring them level to your lips.   you press a kiss there.  a tentative one,  a gentle one.  with it you pour  &  pour everything you cannot   (   or perhaps,  will not  )  say into this silent touch.   a kiss against his knuckles means i love you,   against the pad of his thumb means do you love me,  too?  &  finally,  into the centre of his palm,  a prayer.  forgive me for being selfish with you just a little while longer.  everything unspoken  &  still shared so desperately.  

❛❛    the guards will be along this wall soon,   we should leave.   ❜❜