→ your obedient servant

[roman]

@leda ⠀eek I'm super happy you like it <3
I wanted their relationship to be super close for something I'm planning muahahah

oi new poll again lol
you guys are probably super tired of all the polls ^^'
depending on how you guys like "when will we be free" I'll either continue it or drop it, so let me know what you think !! uwu

[whizzer]

I Like this one a lot <3

[Ranger of the North]

Hhh
clIff-hAngEr mUch?!

You're such a great writer <3 <3

[roman]

ＷＯＲＤ ＣＯＵＮＴ // one hundred and twenty-five

before I get into the poem, I just wanted to credit this guy's piano cover of
fairy tail's main theme for the inspiration of this piece. take a listen uwu

when the rain hits like none has before,
when none dare stand on that hopeful shore,

when hate and rage threaten peace,
when there is no answer within reach,

one battle cry seeks to thrive.
that of, "I will survive!"

when none listen to your agonized pleading,
when you're down and broken and bleeding,

when the silver-lining as told of old
gives no refuge from grief untold,

one battle cry seeks to thrive.
that of, "I will survive!"

all I seek to soothe your pain,
lays in determination not in vain,

all you need to rise from ashes
is to strike your matches

and raise your voice above heaven,
like those songs which were elven,

"I will fight to stay alive!
I will survive!"

[roman]

@jefferson ⠀I'm glad you're enjoying it uwu

@ranger ⠀aghh tysm <3
I know, I know. even my parents get mad at me when I end chapters that way ^^'

I was super hesitant with posting my poetry because I'm not all that great with rhymes and rhythms and such
but uh, we'll see how it goes I suppose c; c; c;
anyways, be sure to cast your votes on this latest poll! it will help influence what happens next in "when will we be free?". I'll have it open for the next couple of days, so you'd better hurry c:

[Asherwy]

Sorry but this line ->

"the wind attempted to sweep the dirt from the streets, but failed miserably."

amused me very much.

I noticed something from your writing; that you tend to personify random inanimate objects as you see fit. It's hilarious but it makes me think that the object has some sort of meaning or foreshadowing - when I assume it really doesn't. Not something I recommend you keep doing, but by all means keep doing it for the sake of me having a good time.



"a nightstand sat diligently by the bedside, with a small candle struggling to light the room."


My thoughts: (what a well-behaved nightstand. ohnO THE POOR CANDLE, it's okay samuel-candle you can be anything you want to be as long as you put your all into everything you do, go light that room like a champion)

I'm not fond of stories - or anything really - involving vampires/werewolves, but I'll keep reading "just great" since it has a pretty decent story so far. I like the interaction between Lincoln and Victoria, it's my favourite chapter out of the ones you've posted. Really interested to see where exactly you'll take this story - unless you never finish it like me. That's ok too I guess, would be a waste of good writing talent and story build-up tho. Anyway nice thing you have here.

goodjob

[leda.]

'all you need to rise from ashes
is to strike your matches "

needless to say, romanov, this line struck me right in the heart. the power that the chants have, of how they are determined to fight and survive through all the hardships, really reminds me of so much. the feeling you always create in your writing is strengthened in your poetry. dont worry about rhyming or anything of the such, as i feel you dont need that. the feeling and fond memories you create from your writing is what matters the most to me. i know i said this to you before in our pm's, but your choice of words and the execution of them is splendid, extraordinary. especially for someone your age. i bet in the future, you'll be a bestselling author and i would buy copies of all your publications. seriously, you have outstanding talents in writing and i really want to see more of your work!

[roman]

@asherwy ⠀thank you for your recommendations uwu
I do tend to fill with personifications, but that's just how I see the world. no foreshadowing as you suspected ^^'
I'm definitely planning on finishing "just great" that's a first, I know
thank you for reading and the kind words <3

@leda ⠀you're words never cease to make me smile <3
I'm so at a loss for what to say in response ngl
it makes me so happy that my writing helps motivate you, since that's my goal as an author
thank you so much for being so kind, ily <3

[roman]

ＷＯＲＤ ＣＯＵＮＴ // six hundred and three

schiller stood, eyes closed, over a man dressed in a blood-stained red coat. he was gasping for air, desperately clinging to the life that was so cruel to him. his once crisp, bright blue eyes had glazed over with fear of what was to come next. he knew he wouldn't live. the wound schiller had inflicted upon him was too deep. but the woman just stood over him, cruelly ignoring his suffering.

"please," he gasped, realizing he had no one to relay his final wishes to other than his killer. "please don't h─hurt my fam─family for my deed─deeds."

this caught her attention. she opened her eyes and looked down at him. her mouth was set in a straight, tight-lipped line. her face showed no sign of emotion. but her eyes were gleaming with tears. the dying soldier looked transfixed at them. he didn't understand. she had been so ruthless in their fight. he had thought she had been standing over him to watch him suffer or rub her victory in. the animal-like savageness he had seen in those grey eyes just minutes ago had vanished completely.

they reminded him of home. his beautiful wife and his amazing baby girl. both of them had sparkling grey eyes. the memories flashed before his eyes. he was standing in a large room, seated before an oaken desk. behind it was seated a war-torn father, staring at him over his glasses. he remembered the happiness at hearing those four blessed words: "you have my blessing." then he was pacing outside of his bedroom. he couldn't quite remember how long he had been there. when he heard the cries of a newborn baby, he had burst through the door, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"tell me your name!" someone was shouting. she sounded so far away. he felt shaking. maybe adelaide wanted to sleep with him again. she always had a way of having bad dreams on days like these. but there was never enough room for her between him and his wife.

"dammit soldier! tell me your name!" he was so incredibly tired. the warmth of sleep pulled him away from the angry voice. no, not angry. desperate. who was so desperate? she was so far away. why was she so far away? who was she? why did she want to know his name so badly? adelaide's voice was much softer. his wife's voice was always so much calmer. it sounded like she was crying. why? I'm okay, he wanted to say.

heat streaked across his face, and just for a second, he saw someone standing over him. tears were streaming down her face. her mouth was set in a straight, tight-lipped line. her face showed no sign of emotion. her grey eyes were the only things that showed she cared. why was she so sad?

"james lauren," he coughed. something that tasted like metal welled up in his throat. the woman's mouth broke into a smile, and she struggled to keep herself from crying. "james laurnen," she repeated, half-laughing, half-crying. "I'm sure some of your friends are waiting for you. go to them. be happy."

she was right. he could hear their cheers. he would hear them calling his name.

the last thing he saw before fading into that great beyond were her beautiful grey eyes. they were gleaming with tears. they reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who.

schiller wiped the blood from her sleeves as best as she could. she was sure she had blood smeared across her face from wiping the tears away. why did he have to die?


notes // sorry this is so short guys ughh
it's just so emotional I just couldn't go on woe unto me (,:
I'll add more later if you guys decide you want more schiller uwu

[calliopë]

rip me gonna go die now