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From Fisher-Price Men

He is in a place of no time,
with no thoughts of death or fear.
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From Love Poem Disguised as an Elegy

and from this distance,
everything is forgiven.
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from Lesson 7: How to Dream a Beautiful Death

we'd know we're always where
we're meant to be—lying down
among the trees
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From Buffaloes

Think of beginnings:
amusement parks at dawn,
pianos, bedrooms, gods.
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From Ode to Drowning

If rain signals
the lover's return
then I am lost
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From Another Man's Woman

I'll be the kind who sallies out
to wait for love
with musk-kissed hair.
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From Lesson 3: Stillness

Nothing the world offers me
can be as complete or as full as this.
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from Strong Men, Riding Horses

Wake now. All that we mourn is here already.
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From Memory of Wales

Memory
starts here on the stairs, in skylight.
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From The Immigrants Song

Let us stay here, and wait for the future
to arrive
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From Lament—I

I think of returning to that life,
but mostly I try to remember
how the world was once.
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from Seasons

we must imagine the sound of love
as something of a deafness—
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Hi, everyone! I'm sorry I haven't been around very much, and as usual I'm sliding in under the wire, but I'm super excited! Tomorrow is the first day of July, and that means our comment fic fest!

For those of you who are unfamiliar, every day in July I'm going to post a fragment of Tishani Doshi's poetry that anyone can use for inspiration to write.

Also, don't forget that amnesty is still open for anytime who wants to write something for the previous prompts in the community.

I'll see you tomorrow!
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Title: Wait to Watch Us Fall
Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery
Author: strangeallure
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Michael Burnham/Ash Tyler
Summary: He has gone through so much, she reminds herself, more than anyone should have to go through. He’s a victim, too, and she owes it to him to stay calm, to support him, to not leave him.
Soon, it will be better.

Content Notice: ptsd
Author's Note: Thank you for the beautiful prompt, dear mod! I'm sorry this is late, but very happy I decided to participate.
Word Count: ~5,300

read on AO3
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Somehow 'I'll put the master list up tonight' became 'I'll put it up in almost a week' so I'm sorry about that. I am forever late.

[personal profile] ariestessin your darkest sorrow; Once Upon a Time; Regina/Gold; PG-13

[personal profile] bellflowerFlicker; Dynasty Warriors; PG

[personal profile] elasticellalove springs (from dirt like carrots); The Magicians; Julia/Fairy Queen; PG-13

[personal profile] elrhiarhodanThe Summer Folly; Kingsman (movies); Harry/Eggsy; R

[personal profile] kallowaySomething for Herself; Fire Emblem: Fates; G

[profile] lady_katan4544I'll Walk Into The Darkness (So That None of You Have To); Gen:LOCK; PG

[personal profile] silveradeptHere, A Thought Comes; Steven Universe; Steven & Connie; G

[personal profile] wingbladeTie the Knot; Code Geass; Suzaku/Lelouch; PG-13


Remember, amnesty is open, and any new stories written for the round will be added to the master lists. Great job, everyone!
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Title: in your darkest sorrow
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter, aka [personal profile] ariestess
Rating: PG-13
Pairing (if there is one): Regina/Gold, mentions of Cora/Gold
Summary: "Today is not one of his better days," comes the soft reply. "In fact, this may be the worst one he's had yet. You really should consider--"

"If you cherish your life, you won't finish that sentence, dear. Now let me go see my husband."
Content Notice: dementia, use of restraints
Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, Kitsis/Horowitz, and ABC Studios. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Once Upon a Time," ABC, or any representatives of the actors.
Author's Note: This was legit one of the hardest fics I've ever written. Dementia runs in my family, and I thought it would be fascinating to have it happen to the Dark One, well past his third century of life. How would his wife and former prized pupil handle this brilliant strategist and sorcerer losing his memories and his ability to discern where and when he is, as well as whether he's speaking to his wife or her mother, his former lover? The title of this fic comes from the Stevie Nicks song, "Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You", which played on repeat as I wrote this fic. I chose Alasdair as Gold's cursed given name because it means "protector/defender of men" and would be a fitting dig from the Evil Queen to her mentor. This may or may not end up as a proper series down the line.

And yes, I understand that this potentially sounds like The Notebook. That was NOT intentional.
Word Count: ~2k words

Prompt:
There'll be a time you grow
so young you won't know me,
and this is terrifying
because I still have things to ask
about the body and dying
and where memories go to live.
-- Tishani Doshi, from "Love Poem Disguised as an Elegy"

Read on AO3
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Title: Tie the Knot
Fandom: Code Geass
Author: [personal profile] wingblade [archiveofourown.org profile] wingblade
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Suzaku/Lelouch, Lelouch & Nunnally
Summary: Lelouch has difficulty coming to terms with Nunnally's upcoming marriage.
Content Notice: N/A
Word Count: 1,086
As a girl she wore ribbons
in her plaits. I miss her even though
it has been so long since I knew her.
I think of her great care towards ants,
Of the shiny coins she slipped me.
Of the words I take from her mouth
and paste into imaginary notebooks.
On AO3
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Title: The Summer Folly
Fandom: Kingsman (Movies)
Author: [personal profile] elrhiarhodan
Rating: R (for sexual content)
Pairing: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin (Hartwin)
Summary: Non-Spy AU, set in Cornwall, circa 1924. Harry Hart is a landed aristocrat and Eggsy, a student at Oxford, and somewhat friends with Harry's young cousin, Charlie, been invited to spend the summer at his estate. Nothing, though, is quite as simple as it seems.
Content Notice: No Warnings Needed
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: Kingsman meets Downton Abbey
Word Count: ~6800

From O Great Beauties!

Just explain the mystery to me.
Did darkness burn all around?
Or did you see, as I see—a quiet wood
Outside the town, with a banquet
In a field of belladonna?

( There are standards to be maintained, especially for those apparently not born to the manor. )
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Title: Something For Herself
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fates
Rating: G
Summary: Xander makes the same offer to all of his siblings- take something, take a few things... to remember our father by. Corrin isn't sure what she might want.
Content Notice/Notes: Canon-Typical, post-game, Conquest-path
Word Count: ~1500

Three dying fish, four dead grandparents.
Slippers of every stripe: rubber, leather,
Rexine, felt. Rope, mollusc, baleen, foam.
Two ghost children foraging their way
home.


-From 'What the Sea Brought In'
--

something for herself )
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Title: Here, A Thought Comes
Fandom: Steven Universe
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] silveradept
Rating: G
Pairing (if there is one): Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaran
Summary: Stevonnie's headspace is not at serene as they need it to be. Connie tries to convince Steven that the way he's approaching all of their problems isn't healthy for the fusion or for Steven and Connie individually.
Content Notice: No Warnings Needed
Disclaimer: set post-"A Single Pale Rose", which means Spoilers for Season 5 and for a really crucial part of the Steven Universe storyline.
Author's Note: The prompt given for this work is from Tishani Doshi's Portrait of the Poet as a Reclining God
Grow serious as we sweep towards
the eyes. Focus inwards, Avalokiteshvara.
Cradle that palm against your ear as if
it were a telephone. Whisper into the velvet
air: Hello heart! You still there?

Word Count: 1229

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