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DEATHLESS.
the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !
❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜
❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜
❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜
❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜
❛ i will never be without information. ❜
❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜
❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜
❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜
❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜
❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜
❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜
❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜
❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜
❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜
❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜
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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!
I am faithful to you, darling.
When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.
Some people don’t understand anything.
He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.
No one wants to know what’s in his head.
To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.
You’d break your heart to make it bigger.
Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.
Let’s kill something.
I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.
All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.
We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
All thoughts finish themselves eventually.
Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?
When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.
I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.
Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.
The enormity of my desire disgusts me.
Look away but I’m still there.
Want something to chase you? Run.
Take only what you need.
Never finish a war without starting another.
I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.
The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.
All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.
I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.
We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.
My body is a graveyard.
People like to think war means something.
Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.
There are many loves but only one war.
You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.
You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.
Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.
The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.
You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.
Some say God is where we put our sorrow.
In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
What can you know about a person?
Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.
Even when I look away I am still looking.
Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.
How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?
Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?
There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.
The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.
If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?
But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.
Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.
Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.
Perfect and completely dead.
People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.
Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.
I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.
This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.
You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.
I tell you these things because I love you.
It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.
Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.
It reminds me of where I was going without you.
You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.
You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.
I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.
Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.
I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.
We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.
To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.
I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.
I surrender my desire to be healed.
Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.
Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.
There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.
Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.
You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.
What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.
I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.
I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.
I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.
I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.
What happens when I no longer want to meet you?
Nothing lasts forever: we know this.
Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.
You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.
We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.
The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.
You are what you cover up.
Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.
One wonders why a story like this exists.
I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.
Someone has to leave first.
He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.
All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.
I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.
What does all this love amount to?
@devincio
“you can say what you will about it, but this is the truth of things, ozpin. you take your precious students and you fashion them into weapons. behold your children, transformed into murderers. i made the grimm. you made this.”
ignominiy:
‘ I know , I know —– I’m FRUSTRATING ; I haven’t forgotten , don’t worry . you’ve told me enough times , anyway . ’ he looks into those eyes of black and SMILES ; she’s still got that air of displeasure about her , as if he’s an unwanted visitor , a pest . funny , how the entirety of remnant would concur , for he truly is an unwanted presence , blackness coiled around the very pillars of the world . ‘ you’re already telling me again with that look in your eyes , my dear . ’
it strikes him all of a sudden that he yet preserves his HUMAN facade , which he shouldn’t have need of doing in her presence . oh well , old habits die hard . ‘ how goes the hunt ? you’re shaking remnant up quite a bit ; the RUCKUS doesn’t let me sleep at night . ’ he clicks his tongue , tutting her despite the fact she is as ancient and as powerful as him . ‘ for shame . ’ / @ancientwonder ( salem ! )
Normally she would affect a bored air even as the deceptively soothing flow of his words grate on her ears, as irritating as the man who speaks them. But her patience is wearing thinner the longer searches for relics and maidens go on, despite her many years of tolerating no small amount of waiting. So her blackened gaze sharpens as she sees him swagger in, wishing she could ensure either his absolute loyalty or a definite end to his prattling. But the latter has proven impossible, and she does not yet know how to convince or coerce him to grant her the former. The result is the long and arduous process of her trying to gain something from such draining rendezvouses.
Waving the Seer at her side away, she leans her pallored cheek against her fingers, a heavy sigh escaping her. “I’m sure you’re aware the frustration you’ve caused me has more than made up for any lack of rest or other perceived insults you’ve suffered. So if you’ve only come to add to it, it would be best you left before uttering another word.” Her tone, as dark and cold and impatient as the way she looks at him, brooks no room for his usual wily, protesting negotiation. “Or are you here to speak about something that will be worth my time?”

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RWBY: Volume 5, Chapter 13: Downfall (2018) ——— dir. Kerry Shawcross, Miles Luna, Gray G. Haddock
@legendscatter
she’s stayed silent ever since she came to, rocking with the motion of hazel’s shoulder as he ran until even he was tired – not something she’s ever thought he could be. but he set her down and then walked off on his own, saying something about a follower they’d picked up. she was too numb to even acknowledge it, to do anything but look at the ground. now they are here, wherever here is...alone. after everything cinder had done for her, she’s now back where she never wanted to be again. oh, the thoughts of denial had already gone through her head, the desperation of hoping that the woman might have somehow survived and crawled her way out of the vault. but by now, she knows it’s impossible. that it’s pointless to hope. (part of her has to wonder, though, if she really thinks that, or if it’s all she can dwell on because the cold, sick feeling that had suddenly invaded her before that nightmarish vision appeared still lingers.)
but she’s not completely alone. she hasn’t forgotten that, and as she hears mercury shift beside her, it finally registers in her thoughts. and it makes things seem a little...’easier’ seems to generous a term, but what else can she call it? he’s always been there, though, since they met...and a part of her feels horrible for only just realising that cinder helped him too, that he’s probably in as much pain as her. so she manages to lift her head up to look at him, seeking some sort of comfort in his gaze. “mercury?” somehow, her voice hasn’t gone soft. at least there’s some strength still left in her. “what...what do you think we should do now?”
i am not your enemy. - qrow & raven
She wants to admit he’s right. She wants to say she knows he isn’t. She wants to throw herself into his embrace once more and hide the smile she gets when his stubble scratches at her cheek. She wants to continue on as if nothing has changed. But everything has changed – including him. Or maybe he’s the same, and she’s changed because there is no way she could remain unmoved and indifferent to all she’s learned. So then how can he?
Despite all she’s seen, those definitions and dualities are as crystal clear as ever. They’re maybe the only things she still sees clearly. Friend/enemy. The bandits/the huntsmen. Family/outsiders. The tribe/the academy. Brother/…stranger. There’s no doubt in her mind as to what he’s become. And she curses him; she curses Ozpin; she curses herself. The injustice of it all makes her hand curl tighter around the hilt of her sword, knuckles going white. So much was thrust upon her, upon the four of them, and they had to grow up too fast in a war that should never have been theirs to begin with. And after everything they thought they knew had been turned on its head (with no apology from the one who chose them, who thought children would be an appropriate first line of defence), after the waters had become so muddied…she wishes, she prays that those meanings and clear divides could have become unclear as well, even just a little. Because then she might have been able to tell herself that she is wrong, that she can’t say for certain if she’s doing the right thing, that she can stay with him for as long as it takes to sort this mess out. But she knows better. For that, she hates Becaon’s headmaster most. As well as herself.
We have no one else, a voice in her mind tells her; the lingering traces of a memory, a lesson from their father. Outside of this tribe, we’re on our own. We might not all be blood, but we’re all family. But the bond between the two of you runs deeper than that. And when you’re out there, you must honour that. You must protect each other. And you must each make sure the other does not forget that.
But he hasn’t forgotten, father. He still remembers. Yet he’s chosen this other path. What am I to do then? You never told me. You and I never thought this could happen. Tell me what to do. Or tell me I still tried my best to keep him with us. That it’s not my fault. She might have pleaded that of him if he were still alive, or to herself if she were still that wide-eyed little girl trekking through forests. But she’s grown a toughness that’s so much more than survival skills honed and sharpened to the most lethal point. And it’s only grown over the years, to where nothing can move her (or so she thinks. so she likes to think. so she tells herself during the waking hours of the night, when she cannot stand to lie by Tai’s side or watch the small, sleeping form of her daughter from the doorway). But nothing will move him, either. And so there is only one course left for her to take.
“For now,” she finally says to him, her voice soft yet cutting through the perfect still silence of the night. “I hope that’s still true if we meet again. But he is. And if you’re still going to side with him, even after everything he’s done to us…” She sighs. “There is no hope.” No hope for you, no hope for me, no hope that either of us will change. No hope for humanity’s surviving the growing threat that foolish old man things can be held at bay by those pure, innocent souls he decides to corrupt and ruin on a whim.
She dons her mask, slices her sword through the air, and stands in the blood-coloured glow of the forming portal. But before she steps through it, a thought crosses her mind; and it sickens her, how true it is, that if it had been she who’d tried to stop her now, there would have been no hesitation in her remaining. And I’m not even going to say goodbye to her. I wasn’t going to say it to him, the stubborn drunk, if I’d just been quieter –
But maybe she owes at least that to them. To all of them. Except she knows it would break her to face them and say it. Well, he can pass on the message. “Goodbye, brother. Tell Summer –” Her throat closes, her self-disgust grows. Not ‘tell Taiyang’, not ‘tell Yang’, not ‘tell my family something that will somehow justify this to them’, not ‘tell yourself this last piece of wisdom I will impart when you doubt if I still love you’. All I want is to tell the dying rose I wish she’d bloom forever.
“I’m sure you know,” she mutters.
And with that, she steps through, and exits.
WONDER WOMAN (2017) SENTENCE MEME
i used to want to save the world.
what one does when faced with the truth is more difficult than you think.
i learned this the hard way.
and now, i will never be the same.
where are you going?
a scorpion must sting, a wolf must hunt.
what if i promise to be careful?
fighting does not make you a hero.
war is nothing to hope for.
can i see it?
it’s beautiful.
you’re safe, and there is nothing you should concern yourself with.
you keep doubting yourself.
you are stronger than you believe.
are you hurt?
i love her as you do.
you’re a man.
don’t i look like one?
men are easily corrupted.
is it true you saved his life?
you let this little thing tell you what to do?
you can either do nothing, or you can do something.
i am willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.
who will i be if i stay?
it’s hideous.
a deal is a promise, and a promise is unbreakable.
you’ve got to put down the sword.
is there anything else you want to show me?
this is a terrible idea.
who gets paid for honour?
i am both frightened and aroused.
you should be very proud.
everyone is fighting their own battles.
i may as well teach you how to dance.
they call us heroes.
i don’t drink.
we work well together.
now i see that you’re attention is, elsewhere.
you know nothing of the gods.
what i do is not up to you.
you don’t believe me.
what are you?
why are they still fighting?
they don’t deserve our help.
we’re all to blame.
it’s not about deserve, it’s about what you believe.
i believe in love.
i am not your enemy.
i wish we had more time.
i love you.
you can save the world.
only love can truly save the world.
warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme
warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher. you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade. i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page). last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.
feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!! – LIZZY
the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)
❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜
❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜
❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜
❛ did you ever love me? ❜
❛ of course, of course. ❜
❛ are you made of steel? are you made of iron? ❜
❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜
dear moon (the distraction)
❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜
how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)
❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜
❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜
❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜
❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜
❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜
questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)
❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜
❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜
❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜
❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜
❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜
❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜
❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜
❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜
❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜
❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜
❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜
i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)
❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜
❛ what a shame. ❜
for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)
❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜
❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜
❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜
❛ you fill my mouth. my teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❜
❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜
❛ you are always too intense, frightening in the way that you want me. ❜
❛ no man can live up to the one who lives in your head. ❜
❛ so what did you want to do, love? split his head open? ❜
❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that. ❜
❛ if he wants to leave, then let him leave. ❜
❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜
(the prayer)
❛ (dear god), if it will keep my heart soft, break my heart every day. ❜

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legendscatter:
THOUGH SHE IS NO LONGER LIVING, SHE IS FAR FROM DEAD. Death implies she is gone in her entirety ——— that her memory has faded and become the very same ash that was sent home to her mothers. Death implies the legacy she left behind is gone with her, it implies the destiny she had forsaken never posed a threat. No, she is far from forgotten: she lives on in her friends, in her family, and… in him ——— a video on his scroll, an ever-present force in his dreams ( and she is the force driving him, too, isn’t she? the very reason he keeps fighting, no matter how bleak the future looks ).
SHE LOVED HIM ONCE ——— EVEN THE MONSTER who has taken the shape of the golden girl with the tarnished crown knows this ——— and she thinks that perhaps he might have, could have loved her, too ( but, the voice that has replaced hers whispers, he had a funny way of showing it, didn’t he? so focused on that Schnee heiress and the futile attempt at wooing her ) in his own, innocent, way.
OH, NO ——— SHE HAS TO CORRECT HERSELF that it’s not her that he loves / loved / lost, but rather the true holder of her facade: he loves / loved / lost Pyrrha Nikos, not the twisted, ruined, Grimm of a girl with a mockery of that sweet, sweet smile upon her lips.
GIRL TURNED GHOST TURNED GRIMM comes to him now, in the state between consciousness and slumber, certain that the hold she casts out is enough to keep him in this dreamscape ——— just the two of them: him, her, and the unspoken words that remain dancing on the tips of tongues. “Jaune,” his name is spoken soft, like a melody, like a whisper between lovers. “Jaune…” spoken again, louder, more demanding, as her hand comes to shake his shoulder, “It is time to wake up. You and I have training today.”
@ancientwonder
He blinks awake at her whispering of his name, and oddly enough, feels completely aware once his eyes are open. But he still rubs them out of a strange sensation, a need to make sure his vision was clear and what he was seeing was real. Why would he need to make sure of that? Of course it was real – of course she was real. Yet fleeting images run through his mind, of her running, then falling to her knees...the faintest sense of closeness, a breeze on his lips that almost feels like...
Whatever they are, they dissipate as she shakes his shoulder. “Uh...training. Right.” He nods and brings himself to his feet, and as he looks around the walls of the dorm room seem...he’s not sure. Shimmery? Unreal? But the weird flicker of doubt nagging at the back of his mind fades away as his eyes fall upon her.
Smiling, he picks up his sword, ready to follow her out on to the balcony for more practice. “Where are Ren and Nora?” he asks while stretching. “I didn’t sleep in that late, did I?” He feels a flush of shame, and a small burst of panic causes his chest to tighten. He hurries after her, nearly tripping, but manages to keep up. “Sorry, Pyrrha. I had a long day yesterday. I think...anyway, I’m ready. Aaand I think you’ll be happy to see how much I’ve improved.” She’ll be proud, he thinks. He hopes. That’s all that matters.
THE GOLDEN BOY, destined for greatness / THE GOLDEN GIRL, destined for death. rwby multi-muses. currently faced by jaune arc & pyrrha nikos. personals, don’t reblog. cred.
born an angel, heaven sent / falls from grace are never elegant.
for @nctyoursacrifice !!!