#natwrites

[constantlytiredghost]

I made myself sad so now everybody else gotta be sad too I suppose also I blame @elisajgolden Jon sings for Martin for the first and last time

#natwrites #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #tma fic #anyway #I'm sad #hurt no comfort #major character death

[inthe-afterglows]

me wants to make some progress on a WIP so writes lyrics for a song that one of the main characters sings and gets no actual writing done when in all probability I will never feature the entire song lyrics in the actual book

#personal #natwrites

[vividly-pastel]

Looking Back

I.

When I was 17, I had my first serious relationship. He was someone I grew up with. We shared the same age, same class, same group of friends, same goals, and values. Growing up in a small town means both our parents knew each other. Our dads were friends and both our parents approved of our relationship. The relationship continued when we went to the same university after graduating from high school. Our lives further entwined from there, like two twisted vines that continue to wrap around each other as they grow, inseparable and co-dependent.

We grew with each passing year, naturally as people do, and the life goals we both shared grew as well. They became clearer, more solid, more urgent. The clearer our goals became, we start to realize that although they had looked similar, they were different.

Like how the word “あめ” in Japanese can either mean rain or candy depending on the connotation you use. That was what we were. One of us was あめ (雨) while the other was あめ (飴). We sounded the same, but we were different. And although cracks in our relationship started to form as we start to realize this, we refused to acknowledge it. We refused to see that we were growing apart instead of growing together, for we were scared that our vines would not be strong enough to stand alone.

The cracks grew into a deep rift that divided us when we graduated from university and was about to embark on a new chapter of our lives. We could no longer ignore the gaping void we created from the cracks we ignored. Even so, we kept on trying to hold onto each other while we stand on different sides of the rift, routed in place, each trying to pull the other towards their side of the plane. We started to resent each other for not being able to cross over when in reality we would both be free only if we let go.

We broke up the summer I turned 22 when we decided to stop holding on and walk away from the rift that had separated us. My first love came to an end, and although we parted amicably, promised each other we’ll stay friends, I was heartbroken, as he was too.

For a while, I continued to stay close to the rift, in hopes that he would be able to magically cast a bridge over what separates us, and join me on my side. Looking back, he was probably hoping for the same thing.

Eventually, that hope started to fade away as days flow by, as months changes, and as I moved to a different continent. I continued walking on the path set in front of me, picking up the pieces of my heart along the way. We each moved on, away from the rift, and away from each other.

I’m turning 25 this January and had moved back home after getting my Master's degree and having lived on two different continents. I still see him now from time to time because even though our vines no longer intertwined, parts of it are still connected.

Nowadays, I hardly recognize him. Somedays, I think about how much of a stranger the person who I once thought of as my best friend had become, and on those days I feel twinges of pain in my chest. Because although I still love him, my first love no longer exists. Somedays, I look back at how far I’ve come and I still see the tiny pieces of my first heartbreak that were too small to be picked up. They’re still there, littered along my path, but now they turned into beautiful memories that twinkle like stars in the sky.

(This is probably the first piece of writing I wrote that I’m posting on Tumblr. I had a sudden urge to write about my first experience of love and loss today and I thought that posting it here would probably be better than just having it waste away on my computer. Ugh, now I think it’s too cheesy and lame. Can’t believe I still have leftover teenage angst at 25.)

#firstlove #first heartbreak #natwrites #mywriting #canthiscountaspoetry????? #mehidonno

[nataleen702]

BALANCE You had full control over me I will stand by you, til death do us apart -You once pledged I paved the way, The road you’d take to my heart I gripped on the bow of love as you held the arrow of your intentions Our anthem was chanted by the little sparrow I devoted all my trust in you Our souls and weight balanced out, You would never hurt me -Or so I thought , Little did I know you were aiming for my chest, Once you let go of your precious arrow It rushed piercing my heart, showing it’s true colors Leaving me with a great sorrow And Here I thought I meant to you as much as you meant to me @nataleen702

#gif #natwrites #Nataleen702

[fablefan]

Why is it that all the cool ballets aren’t performed until the 1900s? This fic takes place around 1850 and I will have my historical accuracy, DANGIT.

#NatWrites #Theater AU #I am Struggling #It's fun research but it can get annoying at times #GIMME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH HISTORIANS

[revlark]

Try #2 bc Tumblr is broken. For my friends @gunderrson and @thesaxymcclain 1. Every Saturday, Hunk and Keith sat on a bench in the local dog park together. Neither had dogs, Hunk because he couldn't afford one in the near future sadly, and Keith because he wasn't really a pet person, although he liked animals fine. He hadn't told this to Hunk, because Hunk quickly took advantage of having someone willing to watch the dogs with him, and Keith...well, Keith was weak, as Shiro kept reminding him. Because of these reminders, Keith had turned off his phone, and they sat in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable to Hunk. Keith was freaking out. They were watching the dogs play and...do dog things before Hunk spoke up, making Keith jump. "Do you want to go to that new cafè, the one on Main Street? Altea, I think it's called?" Hunk asked, sounding kind of nervous. Keith summoned his strength. "...sure.." he said. Yes, it sounded weird, yes, he knows. But Hunk didn't mind. Just like he didn't mind when Keith took his hand. ~~ 2. Ireland is a country with rich history that I do not know. It's green, an island, has leprechauns, has alcohol, and, most importantly, has a lot of awesome people from there, like my friend Reese and my other friend Eve. So, good job, Ireland. I give thee an 8/10

#heith #voltron #natwrites #natisbored

[phasmwrites]

announcement

going forth, all sfw content i will be writing will be going on my new sfw sideblog @natwritings (original i know)

i will reblog my sfw content onto this blog, but i will never reblog my nsfw writing onto that one

as someone who enjoys writing both kinds of content, i want to create a safe space for those uncomfortable with nsfw content to access anything sfw i write, hence the creation of the account!

my sfw account, along with this one, will be multi-fandom going forth, as of now it will include these three fandoms:

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu!!

Final Fantasy XV

i hope that these changes don’t upset anybody :c to be entirely honest most of my fic ideas are still bnha (& bakugou) but i want to open up to writing for other fandoms and characters to branch out my writing and practice other personalities and situations and such

i truly hope everyone is doing well & is staying safe during these harsh times, i’m always here if any of my followers need someone to talk to 💕

#announcement

[ao3feed-hockey]

There's Always Something You Can't Have

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tbMAH0

by natwrites

A brief lead up to Nico and Nolan's first matchup in one of their home cities.

Words: 695, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hockey RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nico Hischier, Nolan Patrick

Relationships: Nico Hischier & Nolan Patrick

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tbMAH0

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

[rnumbai-blog]

It was 1 AM, Phoenix’s apartment was still and silent, only disturbed by the distant rumble of an occasional car driving by. The only lights in the apartment came from a dim lamp in the living room and from the small bluish night-light in Trucy’s room where she slept, peacefully wrapped in blankets. In the kitchen, Phoenix cherished the smooth sound of wine hitting glass as he pored himself some of the sweet berry liquid. Since reclaiming his attorney’s badge he hadn’t had wine as often as he used to, however he still enjoyed a glass every now and again, especially when he was feeling particularly anxious or lonely.

Carrying a wine glass in one hand, and a large case file in another he carefully padded his way to the window which over-looked the street. The window had a comfortable ledge which had been converted into a small sitting area. He clunked the case file on the floor beneath him, not really planning to read tonight anyways. A few tired neon signs splashed the adjacent buildings with color and the faint sounds of jukebox music from a nearby diner were dispersed through the misty air. He felt so terribly lonely sitting at the edge of his window alone, trying to catch exactly which old song was whispering from across the street. It had been a whole month since he had started practicing again, and it felt like he had been brought back to life; Like his rusty machinery was finally polished. Sometimes though, Phoenix found rust lodged in the weirdest places. Take today for example. There was a new client, his first client, who had requested his help for a simple case of thievery. Phoenix’s hands itched to find new evidence, to hold an autopsy report and spit out contradictions like it was its own language. But after his first day in court, defending a dull case against an obviously innocent client, Phoenix felt that rust coating him once more. Even after all this time, he was back to being just a rookie again. Except this time he wasn’t young and naive; he was 33, and getting older with each second. It set in with a chill that, in a mere seven years, everyone he had known– everyone who had once been his equal– had now lapped him tenfold. Phoenix closed his eyes, inhaled the cool night air, and took a sip of wine.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #natwrites #THIS IS OLD LOL

[inthe-afterglows]

me trying to come up with a MET Gala theme for something I’m writing and settling on Fantasy because I’m a basic bitch who can see the potential in how cool it’d look if the designers actually stick to it

#natwrites #my sister also agrees with me #but we could just both be basic bitches

[nataleen702]

As you pulled me closer, so close that I felt your heart pulsating through me. Your lips so close all I want to do is kiss you on this rainy night, I gaze into your eyes, the ones that hold the color of hot chocolate on a cold winter night, that swaddles me like a blanket; engulfs me in its warmth and makes me feel at home.

I knew in that moment, I could never trust you

#writes #writings #trust #betrayel #natwrites #him #i love him #love #hate #style

[revlark]

Hey I'm bored

So I decided to open up writing requests. I'll probably only accept the first 10-15, and I might do some in the morning, but I'll make a post about it when I have enough. Fandoms: homestuck, gravity falls, musicals (like bmc, deh, les mis, wicked, and heathers), voltron, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Undertale Rules: No nsfw, incest, abuse, rape, pedophilia, erasure of representation (ie shipping a gay male with a girl), etc I'll accept any genre other than those tho! You can also make it a challenge and have a word limit. I'm only doing oneshots/Drabbles tho! I may post them in my ao3 afterwards! :) I'll tag them as #natisbored and #natwrites so blacklist that if you don't want to see these! Let the game begin!

#natisbored #natwrites

[phasmwrites]

rip natwritings 😔✌🏻 she’ll be missed

listen it was a haste decision in light of chaos on this hellsite to split my writings onto two blogs faye 🤧✌ but thats too much work now HAHAHA

#phasm.asks #friends asks #dimplesum