#Hopeless-Writings

[lomlompurim]

respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made

And a little extra of my own

little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!

#scum villain's self saving system #svsss #sillies #bingqiu #人渣反派自救系统 #svsss fanart #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #tianlang jun #I like to think little bunhe asked his father to let him write letters to his misterious future husband #to get to know him more before their wedding #and tlj hopeless romantic that he is of course says yes #zzl! go for a reliable mailman of the court! #so one day sqq still is on the way to become peak lord and start recieving letters apparently from tlj's child??? #so weird but eeh its okay its a way to check on how the protagonist is doing! #so he displays his full autistic caring mother rizz on those letters #and binghe swoons everytime he reads his poetry #and his tales about monsters and artifacts and some weird stories sqq makes up for him #(he is telling him about anime) #idiots in love #binghe thinks they are courting from distance #sy thinks he has a very adorable pen pal #sxy is in the corner probably keeping an eye on everthing to be sure her son is safe #tlj is living this arranged marriage like a telenovela

[stil-lindigo]

an aro-ace's love letter to love.

(the title "Laozi's bowl" is in reference to the famous quote by Chinese philosopher Laozi who said "It is the empty space which makes the bowl useful.")

#it can be lonely sometimes being aroace. but ive somehow made a career out of writing romance stories #ive made peace with myself #and what my identity likely means for my future #im fine with it but i cant help poke fun at the irony #to be a hopeless romantic and also aroace is a fun cocktail #aromantic #asexual #stillindigo art

[akindplace]

it’s okay if getting better is taking longer than you hoped to. if getting better doesn’t mean getting cured. if somedays are better than others. if others seem to heal faster. if it’s exhausting. if your illness is chronic and progressive. it doesn’t mean people won’t love you as you are, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve help, it doesn’t mean that you can’t ever be happy. you still deserve care, love and kindness when you’re suffering, and i hope you find it within yourself to feel compassion towards your own body, even if some people might not, even if it doesn’t work in the way you wished it would, even if it’s different.

#there is still hope even if things might seem hopeless so please take care of yourself #self-acceptance #self-worth #self-care #on hope #on being human #on being chronically ill #chronic illness #disability #original writing #self-compassion

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

#WHERES THE FIC AT IF SOMEONE WRITES THIS I WILL PAY THEM A HUNDRED DOLLARS😭😭 #kunikida serving the country while dazai's serving cunt😔 #dazai was born to malewife but forced to manipulate and i think that's the greatest tragedy of bsd #anyway some facts i would like to share abt this au thay i came up w while drawing!! #takes place in 1939 (start of wwii) and there was a mandatory draft that required one male over eighteen from each house to serve #both of them are still twenty two and had been engaged for abt two years before getting married that year #newlyweds! unfortunately kuni had to go fight and they were seperated :( #before the war kunikida was a math teacher at the local high school and dazai obviously managed the household and didn't work #he's hopeless at cooking and meal prep even w recipie books so they either get those prepackaged meals or kuni makes dinner when he gets ba #so like when he's making lunch for kunikida he normally just packs a basic sandwich w raw fruit #kunikida always appreciates the effort even tho hes probably sick of having the same thing everyday but he won't complain abt it #when kunikida joined the army he was relieved that the mess hall had better food than dazai #he was the only one in his platoon that never complained abt the food so his fellow soldiers assumed it was bc he came from a tough bg #when in reality he was just used to being poisoned on a daily basis from his dumbass husbands cooking and was hardly fazed from army ration #they write to each other although its more dazai sending and kuni receiving bc hes off fighting and doesnt have time to write back #dazai talks abt life on the homefront and how he has to grow a victory garden (everything is DYING HE CANT EVEN RAISE TOMATOES) #and kuni writes abt his fellow soldiers and how the war is going and when he thinks he'll be home and how he misses sleeping in a bed #ANYWAY yea thought i'd share sry for infodumping in the tags again #this post is for like the four ppl that care abt this specific flavor of knkdz so hopefully this gets four notes at least #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #kunikidazai #knkdz #lotus draws #bro sry for posting at two in the morning i couldnt sleep until i got this out of my head they have infested my brain

[ghostlyfleur]

steve who pulls the hem of your skirt down when it rises up for you when your hands are busy. steve who pulls the strap of your top up your shoulder when it falls. steve who delicately pushes your glasses up your nose when they slide down. steve who insists on tying your shoelaces for you. steve who gently tucks your hair behind your ears while you talk. steve who wipes chocolate with his thumb from the corner of your mouth. steve who bops your nose when he teases you. steve who adjusts the beanie you wear when you’re cold to make sure you’re covered properly. steve who drags the clasp and pendant of your necklaces to the right places. steve who plays with the rings on your fingers while he talks. steve who puts small flowers he picks on the streets behind your ears to see you blush. steve who brings you closer to him by the loops in your jeans.

steve harrington who is completely obsessed with you and devoted to you, and isn’t afraid of showing it… even if you two are not together yet.

#fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #boyfriend!steve harrington #lovesick!steve harrington #hopeless romantic!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x virgin!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #shy!reader #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #friends to lovers #mutual pining

[starrystevie]

it doesn't happen as a revelation. there's no jolting pain in his chest that sends steve reeling, no internal crisis that has him shaking on the bathroom floor, no shocking sense of guilt or desperation or fire licking in his veins. nothing that makes the world stop spinning and making him trip over his feet.

it's a normal moment when he realizes he's in love with eddie.

they're sitting in steve's car, ac blasting and music on low for once, waiting for a handful of the kids to get done with their final exams. they don't pick them up as much anymore and steve pointedly ignores how much he misses the times of carting them all around before mike started a ripple effect and got his license. but they're taking the kids to the lake after school to try and enjoy the last bits of non-suffocating sunshine before summer really hits, just like old times.

it isn't a revelation in the sense that it's some earth shattering event, but more like a moment of clarity. eddie's hair blows back for a second and he's blabbering about something from the dnd game he played the night before with his shop buddies with a wide grin and animated hands and the sun glints off the puckered pink scar on the side of his face in the most perfect way and he's beautiful and-

oh.

oh.

steve's vision seems clearer than it has in a while. his lungs feel a bit more shaky but not in a bad way, his heart stumbles against his ribcage like it's tripped over itself and the butterflies in his chest are the only things catching it. he laughs to himself because of course this has to happen when he wasn't expecting it, when he doesn't have a plan, but then eddie's looking at him and he knows he doesn't need one. not yet, anyway.

"you good, man?" eddie asks, eyebrows crinkled together and smirk on his face. he's painted golden in the afternoon sun, shining as bright as the north star. steve's always liked gold.

it's taken steve years to get here. the two of them have grown up together in the way that teenagers do while they figure out the roads laid out before them. they've learned each other's ins and outs through long nights and early mornings and everything in between. he knows his breathing, the way his footsteps sound, the smell of his aftershave, the feeling of his hands on his shoulders. it all comes together in this perfect package wrapped up in a perfect bow and for once, steve lets himself hope like he's a kid on christmas morning.

"yeah," he shakes his head to clear out the eddie-shaped stars in his vision, offers up a smirk of his own. it's taken years to get here so he still has time to do this right. "perfect."

#don't mind me just feeling like a ~hopeless romantic~ this fine tuesday morning #had to write it as an italicized oh moment don't mind that either #steddie #steddie hc #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

[inklessletter]

I dreamed of your voice last night, and it sounded as lonely as I am. Are you trapped in there? Are you... are you real?

Thank you for trusting the process again <3

#stranger things #steddie #steddie art #fanart #art #digital art #steve harrington #eddie munson #no this is not part of any fic #this is me being a hopeless romantic again #and full in love with tragic stories #unless #you consider this a prompt #and write something absolutely cool about it #and if you do please tag me #thank you so much #i really hope you like it

[feral-ballad]

Michiko Aoyama, tr. by Alison Watts, from What You Are Looking for is in the Library

[Text ID: “What are you looking for? she had asked me. / I think about it. A place for these dreams that I don’t know what to do with?”]

#michiko aoyama #hopelessness #dreams #excerpts #writings #literature #prose #fragments #selections #words #quotes #prose collection #typography #prose in translation #japanese literature

[chez-cinnamon]

Ideas ideas ideas.................

After a while I've come to a realisation that I like poly Fionn and Cass......... so introducing a new OC for the Real World AU?? I will make a proper post for him but for now meet Hayden Palmer (or Mr. Palmer as he's most known) !!

He is a big bifailure !!!

#real world au #welcome home oc #chezzy ocs hayden #he's so aziraphale kinnie core....... #i mean his biggest inspo was aziraphale alongside guillermo from wwdits #he's also a hopeless romantic and great with writing!! #man he should be the eddie parallel but i intended it to be cass- #idc its shown through how he's the third partner in fionn and cass' relationship #much like how howdy is in frank and eddie's relationship #i fucking love poly ships!!!!!!!

[pokimoko]

The fact that Main-verse Ooo is as good and as kind as it is (relative to the other universes shown so far, at least, it's obviously not perfect) all because of the same character that starts off as the OG series' antagonist, the person we were made to see as the bad guy (albeit an often ineffectual one) for several seasons, is making me lose my mind.

Imagine finding out the guy you spent your childhood beating up and saving princesses from is in fact a driving catalyst behind you being able to exist, and not only exist but also live in a world that knows what kindness is. All because that man, the same man who you've witnessed do terrible things, once met a little girl and taught her how to be good.

Simon's story really shows us that even if you lose your way and forget how it is to be good yourself, the world keeps the memory for you. That act of love Simon showed Marcy by protecting her and seeing her as more than the monster she thought herself to be created ripples upon ripples, small at first but eventually enough to help give their wreckage of a world—a world that easily could have been forsaken, its goodness overlooked because of its inhospitable remains—a chance to grow into something beautiful. Because of those very same ripples Simon created, the people of Ooo grew up in a world where they know enough about kindness that they were able and willing to spare the 'bad guy' some, to see beyond the wreckage and allow him to grow too.

In saving Marceline, Simon helped to not only to save the world, but also himself.

#fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #adventure time #simon petrikov #ice king #marceline abadeer #simon and marcy #meta #this was just a phone note to get thoughts out of my system but then it came out semi-coherent #so welp guess i'm writing meta now. i'm really in the deep end now. but yeah...Ice King and Simon's story being about the power of kindness #A cruel world requires constant cruelty to be maintained. But kindness? That reaches across time. one act of kindness sparks another #'I need to save you but whose going to save me?' That act of love and compassion is gonna save you ya dingus....eventually #In a less kind world finn and Jake could have watched those tapes about Simon and still decided IK was a hopeless cause. #That he was too far gone to be saved. But they didn't. They chose to treat him nicer and actually be friends with him. #One thing i always loved about IK's story is that he didn't have to completely change himself for people around him to treat him better #They changed their perspective and were kind to him and it was THAT that helped him change. to grow beyond the 'antagonist' role #to quote my go to and all time favourite good place quote: #'the point is people improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold that against them when they don't?' #Arrgh sorry I just always loved Ice King's arc in the show. From pesky antagonist to the person Finn dived into a chaos god to save #(the world's new beginning and its near ending being all because of simon. he has such main character energy and boy does he not want it) #And now we're getting Simon stuff and I'm so normal I'm so normal I'm so normal (<- has never been normal about this character) #(i...i have many MANY drawings of ice king and simon from 2015 and the years after. i was doomed from the start. F&C was the final straw) #(as was reading marcy's secret scrapbook recently...and here i thought i'd truly reached the capacity of hurt i can feel about these two) #Going insane over these last two episodes. 'she didn't have a me'. Fionna and Simon bonding. Gumlee kiss. PETRIGROF BACKSTORY #and the implication that Simon isn't remembering it accurately? Their sweet sounding love song actually foreshadowing their issues? #I am clawing at the walls. thank you AT crew you are enriching the enclosure that is my brain

[brekitten]

Bruce doesn't dream.

He never has, really - at least, not that he can remember. He never even had nightmares from the night his parents died. Maybe that's why; maybe he just subconsciously trained himself to not dream after that night, in fear of the nightmares that were sure to come. But the point is that he does not dream.

And yet.

The dream always starts out the same, every night, every time he closes his eyes and slips into the embrace of sleep. He's in a pitch-black room, one so dark that he can't see his hands even when he raises them right in front of his face. He knows, somehow, that he can walk for hours without coming into contact with anything - walls, furniture, anything at all to indicate that he was even in a room. Yet he knows that he is, although he's not sure why, as there really is no reason for him to know that.

The dream changes, after a while of walking. He knows that he won't find anything, no matter how far or how long he walks. This place is empty, desolate even. It fills him with dread every time. The change is never consistent, always bringing him to a different place each night.

(Once, it was a dusty old bedroom, one that made his heart ache, although he didn't know why. He had taken notice of the various space-themed decorations, the model rockets and NASA posters and stars on the ceiling. It was clearly a child's bedroom, but it hadn't been used in a long time. Another time, it was a darkened lab, illuminated only by the strange vials of green liquid lined along the many, many shelves. Bruce had wondered, after he had awoken, if it was Lazarus Water, but that felt wrong. It was something else. Something more. It had made him uneasy, and he got the feeling that something terrible had happened there. He didn't get a chance to investigate the gaping hole in the wall before he had been whisked away to another part of the dream.)

This time, he is in a brightly-lit white lab, and he has to blink stars out of his eyes at the abrupt change in lighting and color. He looks around; it seems like a typical lab, but everything is pure white, except for a green stain on the table. He can feel bile rising in his throat at the sight of the cuffs on the table, and though he still doesn't know what the green substance is, he gets the horrible feeling that it's blood. A lot of it.

He uses what little time he has to investigate the lab. There is an abundance of medical supplies, but many look unused, with the exception of the scalpels. The pit in his stomach continues to grow. Why were there so many? He reaches toward a vial of red liquid, wrong wrong wrong this is wrong, when the dream changes again.

Now he's in what is clearly a cell, except even the cells in Arkham aren't this bare. The only thing it contains is a familiar white-haired teenager, who is chained to the floor with cuffs that glow the same green as the vials of Lazarus Water that he's seen before.

Though Bruce has never learned his name, he has been in every dream, the one constant (besides the empty room, of course) in each one. The kid has never spoken, never done more than watch, but Bruce has always gotten the feeling that he was the reason for these strange dreams.

He knows that he should be more worried. If some kind of meta has managed to get inside his head, there's no telling what could happen. But he can't bring himself to be. Something is wrong, and it's not the teenager.

He can't help but think of his own children.

Something feels . . . off this time. The kid isn't looking up, isn't even moving - he seems limp, almost, as he kneels on the ground, weighed down by the chains keeping him there. Green blood - Bruce knows it's blood now, it has to be - drips from his still figure, pooling on the ground underneath him.

Bruce can't move. He desperately wants to, what could he even do? but it's like he's frozen in place. He can only watch as the teenager slowly, agonizingly, looks up at him, his bright green eyes dull and filled with fear and desperation and hope and -

Bruce wakes.

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bruce wayne #danny fenton #dreams #angst #tw blood #it's technically ectoplasm but better safe than sorry #man it's been a while since i've done a prompt #it's a long one #idk where the inspiration for this even came from #thought it would be neat if danny keeps showing up in bruce's dreams asking for help #it turned into this #also danny got captured by the giw #idk why bruce is getting these dreams #he just is #so the big empty room is supposed to represent danny's thoughts and feelings of hopelessness and empitness #i think #it's supposed to be symbolic #idk if anyone got that but oh well #also that was danny's bedroom and the fenton's lab #which is more obvious than the big empty room lol #why is writing in present tense so hard tho #i guess i'm just used to writing in past tense #oh well #enjoy

[sillytriumphdragon]

Ever had those days where you're just like, "What's the point?" It's like this heavy fog settles over everything, and you're stuck in this weird funk, but you can't even pinpoint why. Life feels like this endless series of battles, and lately, it seems like you're losing every single one. Trust? Yeah, good luck with that. Can't trust anyone, can't trust what's coming next, and honestly, can't even trust yourself. It's like you're stuck in this maze of doubt, and there's no clear way out. But hey, it's okay not to have it all figured out. Sometimes, you just gotta ride the wave and hope for smoother seas ahead. Hang tight, buddy. 🌊🌀🌟

#my thougts #my writing #my journal #daily thoughts #deep thoughts #writeblr #writerscommunity #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #life lessons #life #hopelessness #writers and poets #tumblr milestone

[inoreuct]

i want to be loved— softly.

i want to be loved when i am too tired to maintain my usual personality. i want to be loved when i have none of my charm, when i'm quiet and i've put down my smile. i want to drop my weight into skin-warmed sheets, press my face into a pillow that is not mine and know that i am still wanted even when i have nothing to give. i want low lights and quiet voices. i want a love that feels easy as breathing, hot chocolate and tea, wrapped in the duvet with a thunderstorm outside. i want to be seen at my worst and still be kissed like i look beautiful. i want comfort and safety and a place to rest my head. i want to trust someone enough to be able to let them put me back together when i fall apart. i want to be shown that i am worth the effort of being gentle, of being careful. i want love that is a home, a refuge, a respite, because love is steady and love is kind. love is the place where you hide when everything is too much. love is where you know you're safe, where nothing can hurt you, and love is relief. love is where, at the end of the day, you take down your hair and let your shoulders drop because there is nobody to pretend for. love is gentle. love is soft. love is lovely and if it isn't lovely— then it isn't love.

#nowhere near my usual content but hozier's unknown / nth fucking destroyed me #so you get to meet hopeless romantic ino tonight! yay! #freeform poetry or just rambling? we'll never know. you decide. #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr

[humapkehaikaun]

Being a person of words, sometimes it's not easy to say things, sometimes you can't utter a single word. Now a days it's very often People drift apart. You can't find a single word to say to the person whom you once poured your heart out .

Then you stare and stare and try to figure out what went wrong. In life there are people who could hear you speak a thousand words and still not understand you. But then there are others who will understand you without you even speaking a word.

It's more like, someone understand your soul language without any translation.💕

#desiblr #spilled heart #spilled words #light academia #spilled ink #feelings #spilled emotions #spilled tears #spilled writing #words #spilled feelings #hopeless romantic #female writers #just a thought #rant post #personal #shitpost #dark academia #soul #literature #bookblr #spilled thoughts #orginal writing #writing community

[ghostlyfleur]

𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

clingy!steve harrington x reader

♡

once steve finds his person, his angel, the love of his life, he’s all in. for the first time, he feels free to love as he wishes, to not hide in fear of being “too much”… too needy, too touchy, too mushy, too much.

he finally feels free. in previous relationships he’s been with girls who don’t like too much touch, or too many nicknames, or all the hopeless romantic mushy stuff steve longs to have, but now? with his sweet girl? he finally feels free. you call him the sweetest names, “my sweet boy” and “dreamy” and “puppy”, and it turns him into soft marshmallow fluff, melted at your feet.

so he calls you all the pet names he can think of, loving how flustered it gets you. “princess” in a slightly more teasing way, mocking and playful or flirty, but he’s also such a “honey” boyfriend it’s unreal, though. reserves “honey” for more intimate settings, soft spoken and with a sweet smile. your stevie also loves adding “my” in front of anything he calls you:

“my princess”

“my smiley/sweet girl”

“my silly girl”

“my little crybaby”

“my girl”

“my honey”

the two of you know just how to love each other perfectly, and you’re both so happy to have finally found your person. steve finally has the healthy, happy, committed relationship he’s always wanted and you finally found your person.

#fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #boyfriend!steve harrington #lovesick!steve harrington #hopeless romantic!steve harrington #clingy!steve harrington #needy!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington fluff #tooth-rotting fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington thoughts

[tubborucho]

I think there’s a big misconception between red and blue viewers about the nature of feeling defeated.

I can’t speak for red, because I don’t watch them, but I see people using red’s first day as a counterargument to what’s happening with blue practically every day. As I understand, their first day was hell, because they were in a severe disadvantage as a team. They’re lore-heads and ‘dumb lucky’ (i am NOT calling them dumb, they are actually all really smart, i am just saying that they are stupidly lucky sometimes), this is not what can give you a win when you are thrown in that game. On the first day. They did get killed a lot and they were going insane. And they were having fun! Listen, I’ve read SO many posts about how funny and cool red’s first day was and hoe people absolutely enjoyed it. And it’s cool.

But it’s COMPLETELY different to blue. Blue are not in the ‘fuck it we ball’ defeat mood. Because they are never given a chance to just enjoy their wins.

1st day – they got SO much backlash for everything that it was genuinely horrible

2nd day – red found the global task strat. Which is fine. But blue had the whole day of just struggling to understand how FOUR PEOPLE TRYING AND TRYING cant overtake one Etoiles on a leaderboard.

3rd day – they’ve been leading the score all day. Did everything they could pretty much. And again, last minute strat. Which was fair, but it’s a big hit on their morale.

4th day – they win, using the same strat. they specifically did it the way they did just to show how broken it is. they get layers and layers of hate from twitter.

5th day – both red and blue give win to green. this day was neutral.

6th day – the egg preparations. blue decided to just give this day away as well. but bad and pac were hunted for hours just two of them.

7th day – the Egg Wars. we all know what happened :D

8th day – elimination. blue won. blue could’ve easily win without even trying to tie with green, but they did. they almost succeeded. it didn’t feel as a victory when they won, because everyone just blamed them. that wouldn’t happen if green won, everyone would cheer, and it’s a fact.

9th day – that’s today. bad and bagi were constantly hunted for about 3 hours. they couldn’t get into the base for like 4,5 hours (they can now because tubbo is guarding the bounty npc).

Each day when they lose – they lose without sympathy and any kindness from others. Each day they win – this victory is bitter, clawed out and they are hated.

Yes, red and blue both know this feeling of not being able to do anything. But Red have so much support on their side. Both in-game and in-fandom. They are praised for everything they do. They got so much less troubles from blue and green because they kept walking away to not ‘punch down’ from this whole underdog narrative. Meanwhile blue just keep being screwed by everything around them. I think arguably the only thing they have over red is the favor of Lil Buddies, because they are constantly hanging out with them. That’s all. All material stuff they have will be easily matched like tomorrow. They’ve never really had a PVP advantage in the first place because Green’s skills and Red’s players count.

It’s genuinely demotivating to even watch their stream. Like I think I would genuinely cry in their place. All their efforts are either useless, because they immediately get nerfed, or get hated on by literally everyone and everything. It’s such a deep-rooted feeling of loosing before you could even play, that it transfers over the screen.

Red burned in that fire on the first day. And it powered them (in a cursed but fun way). Blue keeps being drowned by everything around them like unwanted kittens, and they are fighting for their life.

So no, I do not think it’s fair to compare Red’s first day to anything that happens to Blue. It’s not the same. I do understand however that it defied them as characters, so it’s a fair point to analyze. But in meta-arguments? Yeah, no. [insert a poll ‘Who suffered more? Blue Team Jesus]

And yet they try. And yet they have nice moments. And yet they are friends. Love prevails.

#this is NOT a red neg #i just wanted to explain to some of my red mutuals and maybe other red mains who don’t watch blue #what’s going on here #i may be wrong and you are welcome to disagree #but i genuinely do not think red and blue are on the same level of feeling hopeless #liss writes posts #qsmp #team soulfire #team bolas #qsmp blue team #qsmp red team