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About
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!
Examples
Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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- Fills have a minimum of 400 words for prose, haiku-length for poetry (3 lines), and 400px by 400px for art (memes are also art). Other mediums are fine too!
- There is no maximum cap.
- Tag and provide content warnings at your discretion, but a good guide are the Ao3 four (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage) and this list of common CWs (cr: SportsFest).
- NSFW/Explicit content should be tagged
- NSFW art should not be visible, please provide a link and a warning. You may crop the artwork and embed a SFW preview.
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Prompting
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- Change the subject to something interesting;
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Filling
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Remixing
- Post as a reply to the fill you are remixing, using the same HTML as above;
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Art/media
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[FILL]
(Anonymous) 2022-01-06 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms
Permission to remix: Yes
nsfw but only a little
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"Eisa," a voice calls, and Seokmin replies with an answering grunt, eyes glued shut from sleep. He's tucked tight into a blanket meant for two, wrapped around himself in sleep. He has to pee.
"I made breakfast," Mingyu says, closer this time, and when Seokmin is able to open one eye a crack he sees the steaming pot in one hand, wooden spoon stirring even off the heat in the other, his stained yet cheerfully yellow apron, and hideous slippers that probably cost a grand. Seokmin grunts again.
Exactly thirteen minutes later he's seated at the kitchen bar with the blanket still wrapped around him and a warm bowl in front. He doesn't eat.
"I'm going to run some errands later, if you want to come with," Mingyu offers even as he's swallowing his food whole, like he can't get out of there quick enough. Seokmin shakes his head, shrinks back into the blanket like a tortoise, or turtle, he doesn't remember, but Mingh-. Seokmin remembers.
The blanket stays with him the entire morning, like a heat shield on a crashing escape pod. Seokmin thinks he's burning up anyway.
Mingyu comes back with a snack and sets up delicate porcelain cups on the coffee table in front of Seokmin's mostly horizontal form on the couch. "I think it'd be nice," he says as his big hands fumble with the lid of the teapot, engulfing it like a giant might with a child's playset. A loud clink, whispered "fuck", and Seokmin flinches, shuts his eyes tight. He doesn't like tea. Not anymore.
"Are you going to cry every time we fuck?" Mingyu asks, irritation crowding his voice. Seokmin kisses apologies into the knee over his shoulder, hot tears sliding down his nose, the long length of Mingyu's thigh. The body below is too big, too mouthy, but smells the same, one half-used bottle of bodywash switched out for another.
Seokmin sets a punishing rhythm, for himself, for them both, and Mingyu quiets. Seokmin's hands stay firmly planted, like if he can't feel the thick cords of muscle, then he can pretend. That the man below him is
He gasps and shakes to a finish with the wrong name in his mouth, grasping at scraps of a ghost between them.
"Can you hold me a little?" Mingyu asks, after, so quiet that Seokmin almost doesn't hear. Touching him feels like a hand to a hot stove, but he does his duty, wraps him up in arms that are too big. Mingyu's never had a problem playing make-believe, either.
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