#writing i guess

[ryderdire]

*grabs you by the face* yes the world around us is often hostile and cruel but they doesn’t mean we have to be. Yes things are so hard and yes things are very bleak, yes changing the systems we have is a massive task that will be incredibly difficult, but before all that please in your everyday life remember to be kind.

Tell someone you love them , give a meal to someone in need, smile at a stranger, acknowledge someone’s hard work.

While these actions won’t save the world they can and often do make a difference to someone, and in a world that is often indifferent and cruel that can mean so much more then you know.

I promise you with all my soul kindness is not a weakness.

#ryders rambles #trying to be positive #this post is directed at me as much as It is directed at others #it’s so easy to let the narritve of kindness being a weakness win #please for the love of god don’t be pessimistic on my post I will cry #also if any of you tag this with fluttershy #your right #writing I guess

[argisthebulwark]

thinking heavily about skyrim enemies to lovers. 

Rat Bastard Thief TLD x Ulfric. they break into his palace, cleaning the place out of anything valuable that isn’t nailed down. Ulfric catching a fleeting look at them. he knows that he should have them jailed for their crimes but they’re already gone. the thief getting more brazen, tiptoeing into his bedroom while he sleeps in search of his finest robes. Ulfric trapping them against the cold stone wall, sucking in a breath to call for his guards before he’s slammed onto his back with their blade at his throat. Both left unable to kill one another despite the hate coursing through their veins. 

Righteous, upstanding citizen TLD x Brynjolf. The Dragonborn moves to Riften in the aftermath of the civil war. they hope to relax by the lake’s waters and enjoy a quiet life. instead they find a city guard at its wits end and the Thieves Guild making an unprecedented return to power. Brynjolf watching this newcomer from afar and wondering just how much of a thorn they will be in his side. they work day and night in an effort to bring the city back under control of the law. Brynjolf quickly learns that annoying them is very fun. The dragonborn entering the Ratways in a last ditch effort to stop the crime at its source and caught off guard by Brynjolf leaning in close, arms strong around their waist. “I’ll play by your rules if you play by mine, lass.” 

Mara Worshipper TLD x Miraak. A Dragonborn who wishes only for a peaceful, prosperous age for Skyrim. Miraak who wants to tear their world to shreds just to show them how powerful they could be. the Dragonborn reaching out to citizens of Solstheim trying to return them to their homes, spending time with their families and carrying the Blessings of Mara with them. Miraak throwing every horrid bit of power he has at them to erase their foolish hope for peace. The Dragonborn turning their full attention on him, believing that somehow he can be freed from Hermaeus Mora’s grasp. 

#idk man. enemies to lovers is kinda the goat #brynjolf #miraak #ulfric #tes #skyrim #writing i guess

[scooter-ing]

fellas it is so hard to write fanfiction without wanting to have a brain aneurysm at the very given moment you write dialogue

#wenclair #writing i guess #fanfiction #why is writing like this #fuck writing #!!

[krankittoeleven]

A long time ago, in an AC Valhalla Discord server far, far away someone made the mistake of mentioning the song "Rasputin" and the Ragnarssons in close proximity to each other, and from it a parody was born while I was on a three hour flight.

I had forgotten about it until today when @brasideios mentioned Rasputin in a post.

And I never did post it here, only on a discord, so here it is for your viewing pleasure.

RA RA RAGNARSSONS

To be sung to the tune of “Rasputin” by Boney M

There lived a group of men in Denmark long ago

They were big and strong, with their axes and a bow

Most people looked at them with terror and with fear

But the Aarhus chicks they would always want them near

They would pillage all the English preachers

Setting everything on fire

But they also had the kind of features

Women would desire

Iv-arr Ragnarsson

Denmark’s greatest chosen one

There was a Dane that really was gone

Iv-arr Ragnarsson

Won't give up until he's won

It’s no surprise how he carried on

They ruled the Northern land but never mind Ivarr

He had lost his mind since Rohdri gave him that scar

In all affairs of state they were the men to please

And at Ceolwulf's side they brought Burgred to his knees

Oh the king he was no holy smiter

And he'd heard the things they'd done

He believed they were the chosen fighters

Who would teach his son 😬😬😬😬

Ub-ba Ragnarsson

Too much man for anyone

There was a Dane that really was tall

Ub-ba Ragnarsson

Denmark's biggest chosen one

He's got your back if you're in a brawl

But when their drinking and lusting

And their hunger for power

Became known to more and more people

The demands to do something

About these outrageous men

Became louder and louder

"This Ubba has to go", declared his enemies

But his Stans just begged, "Don't you try to do it, please"

No doubt this Ragnarsson had lots of hidden charms

Though he was a brute, they just fell into his arms

Then one night some men of Alfred's army

Set a trap and lay in wait

"Come to visit us", they kept demanding

And he really came 😭😭😭😭

Half-dan Ragnarsson

Won’t give up until he’s done

They put some poison into his wine

Half-dan Ragnarsson

Sips from lead cups just for fun

He drank it all and said, "I feel fine"

Ra-ra Ragnarssons

They sacked Jorvik, so it’s sung

They would not quit, they got Ælla’s head

Ra-ra Ragnarssons

Denmark’s greatest viking’s sons

They won’t give up until they are deeeeaaaaaaaad!

Oh, those Vikings

#ragnar bros #ac valhalla #ubba ragnarsson #halfdan ragnarsson #ivarr ragnarsson #silly shit #writing i guess

[othernaut]

Maybe the magic makes you functional, but it certainly doesn't heal.

The priest takes his hand away and you're not bleeding anymore. The pain has stopped; it won't get worse. He strips the bloody glove and washes the wound until it's pale and clean. He shows you how to tie the bandage, where to find the right plants and how to prepare them in order to ward away corruption. He estimates the weeks it will take for the wound to heal in full. This is what the gods can do, those who care enough for such minuscule things as mortal lives and mortal hurt.

But can you wait? The bandage holds your separated flesh together; you still have some functionality in your right hand. The blood you lost makes you feel drunk and shivery. The dead will be back at the walls by sundown. Who else can do this work but you? You stand by the timber palisade in the evening. The carpenters have lashed the splintered logs together, but you can still fit your arm through up to the elbow. The dead are absent any strategic capability. They throw themselves at the walls, unaware or uncaring of the weakness at the gate. You and the other warriors, all too few, stand with sharpened sapling spears to prod them away when they reach through the gaps. Sometimes they get lucky. This is why there are priests.

There are so few of you willing to do this. You have learned to strike at the knees and ankles, to trip them so they fall and pile against the base of the wall. The butcher has lent you a large iron cleaver to hack at the hands as they scrabble at the dirt. Your neighbor at the walls, yesterday, was a young woman. You watched a pale hand grab at her ankle and wrench it forward. She fell back, lay still, but the priests got to her in time. She is at the gate today, her gaze unfocused, the bandage around her brow making her head look lumpen and uneven. All she has to do is hold the lantern and cry out when the dead begin to climb the towers. You don't need words for that.

Days of this. You shatter your kneecap when an unremarked hand grasps your hip and slams you against the wall. It's braced well; you can walk, stiff-legged and hobbling, but functional enough. It doesn't hurt. A hand rakes your right cheek, splits your eyebrow. A hard horse-glue ointment keeps the sweat out. It's swollen, but you still see well enough. It doesn't hurt. Days of this. The priest passing hands over your blisters so you don't scream when you stand. It doesn't hurt. You wash the redness from your socks every morning. You have come to enjoy the heady, twirling cold of blood loss. You don't need to pay for drinks anymore.

You notice the corruption in your breast when it begins to smell. The priest washes it out with boiling water, abrades the bad flesh. Pain not even a memory. He has a book flush with names and treatments, adds a note under yours. He sees you practically every day now. Neither of you have been sleeping well, but the gods know nothing of exhaustion. An oil anoints your split brow to put fire in your chest. You're needed at the walls.

The dead break their bodies against the palisade. They crack their faces and chip their teeth in thoughtless immortal activity. When you drive the spear into their shins, do they feel pain? Do dead men have dead priests who take that pain away?

The dead are corrupted far past the point of recognition. There is nothing human in those bloated faces, those lolling tongues, those raw and ragged hands.

But there's something in the eyes that's so maddeningly familiar.

#writing i guess #tw: violence #tw: body horror #tw: basically everything

[discrunkled-twog]

"Fool!" I clap my hands and summon my Royal Fool. He comes bumbling out of his chambers, nearly tripping over his own shoes.

"Y-Yes, my liege?"

"Find me that post about the person who suggests that if in your position, they would seduce me post haste. A text post, I believe." I ominously stroke my beard.

"Why do you ask, sire?" My poor Fool looks confused. I decide to ease his mind.

"No reason, Fool..." I wave him away. "No reason..."

#writing I guess #seriously though do you guys know where that post is??

[foresttt05]

i shower to avoid eating with my family and i feel the way water stings the side of my hip and i when i look down to see i see instead the way my tummy sticks out. when i look further i see how my thighs touch and as i look up i see that my chest isn’t flat like a boy’s. when i tilt my head back into the water i feel the water rush over my ears, blocking out the world for a peaceful moment. then i hear my mom call for me. my name sounds like nails on a chalkboard and her voice sounds like trouble.

i’ll cover up everything you don’t want to see and walk down the stairs to pretend everything is fine.

#trans #gay #writing i guess #ftm #trans ftm #vent post

[theromanticallyrepressed]

“all is fair in love and romance”

fell out too easily,

had you used them before?

i do hate the thought of missing you,

having ever missed you. it’s silly how fleeting love is,

trivial and young in her fruitless gallows.

the ease of plucking from rotting branches,

some being less molded than the harder to reach bounty.

separate from the rest, where i liked you the best.

comparison thwarted analysis, and really

i’m the one who’s comparing, this love i’m capable of, and i’m using it, wasting it.

imaginary potentials

#words are hard #words left unsaid #wordsonwords #female writers #poetry #poetryforthesoul #my words #writers on tumblr #writing #spotify #ramblings #writing is my therapy #women writers #writerscommunity #writerscorner #writing i guess

[snooneko]

Three little Shadowgast Ficlets

Nothing exciting. An angsty conversation. A little fluffy conversation. And some nerdy smut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46947439

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46948399

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46924486

#critical role #critical role fanfiction #shadowgast #writing i guess #never linked to my a03 on here before #first time for everything

[thekatfuzz]

I've never been a fan of tattoos, but lately I've been noticing them on people more. Especially the intricate ones. The ones full of color and detailed works of art on skin.

And yours. A hidden butterfly beneath your sleeve. My eyes tracing the path of the blackish-green inked outline of the intricate designs on your partial sleeve on your right arm, colored in earthly tones with the occasional flame of orange or red. The lines become shapes that seem to blend together almost seamlessly--leaves, claws belonging to a black panther, a woman's fingers with red nails, the snarling head of an orange tiger. I cant stare for too long. Maybe one day I'll learn more about those Illustrations: permanently a part of you. Pictures telling a story. What do they mean? How long have you had them? Did it hurt? Do you plan to get more? Do you have more?

#personal #writing i guess #1am thoughts #sorry this is sappy and dramatic #observation

[blithefool]

fic files ask meme

I was tagged by @shoujocowboy

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigue them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs

Training - RicStar fic.

RicStar Ideas - Uh, RicStar

On The Night The World Didn't End - Good Omens.

I do. Do you? - Good Omens again.

Maizawa Ideas 2 - Erasermic.

Date Night- More Erasermic.

Erasermic Scene- Yeah...

@dorksidefiker, @fucking-zawa-sensei, @northstarfan, @joasakura, @justkeeptrekkin, @atangeriner, @ill-go-with-that-then

If anyone else wants to play...feel free to jump in. No pressure.

#text post #writing i guess

[thegoldenavenger]

#s 13 & 14 for the writing ask meme?

Woops! I just reblogged that for reference not as an ask game but!!!!! I'm always down to talk about what I'm up to haha

I have too many irons in the fire so I guess I'll talk about the uh short horror story I'm writing

13) what song fits the current mood you need?

Maybe something like "When I Take The Garbage Out At Night" by Mount Eerie?? Not so much the particular scene but the general feeling. It's a haunted house short story.

14) what do you like about this WIP?

I dont write a lot of horror stuff but I always enjoy it. I think the works im most proud of / enjoy a lot still are my more spooky works. The first completed story I ever wrote was vaguely horror! So it's fun to revisit that.

#misc #writing i guess #haunted house tag

[sansxfuckyou]

I should start posting the Homestuck fics people requested on Ao3

#writing i guess

[adamation3]

I really like stranger things 4 saying that I also hate it and it has motivated me to rewrite the whole show from season 2 onwards

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 volume 2 #writing I guess #writing #I mean I’m probably not going to post it anywhere #but I do this with a lot of shows I watch #I rewrite them on paper until I get bored then pick it back up a few times before forgetting again #this is about eah too #and community

[nightlypain]

"Melancholic addiction"

I spend Monday night alone.

I end melancholy by turning numb.

I forget my past,

If only for moment.

I feel emotion wash away,

And the realest form of love bathe me.

Almost like an invisible string from each living

thing to another

Empathy.

Love.

All interconnected and my mind now fully aware of

them.

I feel it all

If only for a moment.

In 5 minutes it will be tuesday morning,

That which I'll be alone.

Melancholy will return,

And my need to be numb.

#poetry #depressing art #depressing quotes #idk man #writing #writing i guess #fuck you #stop resdinf the tags #😭 now i feel embarrassed #PLEASE STOP 😭

[foresttt05]

i end all my good days alone in my bed crying and wishing the day hadn’t ended.

because somehow after all the joy i’m still just a shell of a seed, hoping and praying to grow.

after laughing there’s silence, acknowledgment to the pain tied around my ankles causing my feet to drag.

after every warm day in the sun it gets cold.

after every hug i am left empty again.

after every ounce of love i realize how fleeting it all actually seems to be.

after everything i can only ever truly have myself. that is the one person who can never leave. and it is lonely to only rely on somebody so broken.

#trans #gay #writing i guess #ftm #trans ftm #vent post