#more writing

[rosielindy]

So many things to write about

I just need to take the time

To tell me what’s on my mind

#my writing #multimedia art #more writing #express yourself #funny story to come

[etherealsausage]

#salviaposting #oh look #more writing #SoundCloud

[cardhouseinapapertown]

#chaotic academia #academia #finalseason #studyyyyyyyy #more writing #mayiwriteandthinktilmybrainfallsinlovewithmyhandswatchingtheveinsdarkeningunderthepressureofinspirationpassionandagony #film #movies #movieOST

[dhampiravidi]

tumblr evolution ("I can make her worse")

me, as a teen: !?! you can like boys AND girls? & since when does "E" not stand for "Rated Everyone"? what's a cunt?

me in high school: yeah, I guess I could date someone 5 years older...hypothetically speaking, ofc.

me, now: *sips spiked chocolate milk* morning, Tumblr. k, so I've got 5 smut prompts, but I'll need a few days for that. ah, that writer I love posted a one-shot! *squeals at subtext* zomg-- *sees fictional crush* welp, my day's been ruined. TO THE SEARCH BAR FOR MORE--

#admin #tumblr #looking back #timeline #basically the kinks changed #I got more gay #more smutty #more fandom obsessed #more tired #more writing

[effervescentdragon]

I just typed “lefreres GC” in a doc and went “Akira is gonna love that one” so.

I WILL!! I WILL!! I PROMISE!! 😻🥹🥺❤️

#akira answers asks #lovely anons <3 #MORE WRITING #MORE LEFRERES #!!!!

[hikariyuushiart]

On the edge of the Enchanted Forest, underneath a starlit sky, a dark figure stood amongst the trees, gazing out at the far off lights that glowed within the town of Versille. His blank glowing eyes peered behind crooked, curled locks of black hair, his bare hand resting on the tree beside him. But his brooding and contemplation about someone who may be in the town was interrupted by the sound of light footsteps crunching grass underfoot.

“So this is where you’ve been. When I found out someone had taken up residence in your old castle, I nearly feared the worst,” came the soft, even tones of the Dreamwalker.

The dark figured sneered a bit upon hearing the dream fae’s words, slowly turning to face the taller being with strands of golden flowing ribbons for hair.

“Don’t speak nonsense, little dreamer. You’ve never been concerned for me,” he insisted, resting his back against the nearby tree he had been touching while his strong arms folded across his chest.

“And usually I wouldn’t be. We both know you’re very capable and can take care of yourself. But, that castle was your home, was it not? Why would you abandon it, just to leave for anyone to come across?” Dreamwalker asked. Though his eyes were perpetually hidden behind his bangs, his curiosity rang genuine, and the dark figure knew those eyes were still looking upon him for answers.

“There is nothing of importance to me in there. All that’s left in there are memories of a long forgotten time. Memories that, frankly, I wish to forget,” he spoke quietly, his gaze glancing back at the town lights in the distance. Of course, that little gesture alone caught the Dreamwalker’s attention.

“Oh? This wouldn’t have something to do with the Alchemist’s assistant, would it?” asked Dreamwalker, though immediately he could tell that just mentioning them was striking a small nerve by the way the figure’s grey fingers dug into his own arms.

“I don’t wish to speak of her.” His voice was quiet, attempting to smooth over some inner frustration.

“And yet it seems she’s all you can think about--”

Dreamwalker stepped back when the dark figure’s long hair started to flicker in smokey swirls, as if he roused the ire of a dark flame.

“I thought I told you to stay out of my head, Dreamwalker. What my subconscious brings up is out of my control, and what I dream or think about is none of your business. So mind. Your. Place. Sprite.”

Dreamwalker frowned at the term, reserved for the relatively younger generations of fae as a means to disregard them. Sure his creation came at the tail end of the reign of the Princesses and the rise of the Mindseer’s rule, but he was far from being the youngest fae in Sanctus.

“There’s no need for that, Shade. I just... I only want you to know that I’m aware you’re in pain. That you’ve been grieving for longer than I’ve even existed. I just wanted to let you know that... you don’t have to be alone in your grief. We may have not always seen eye to eye--”

“We never have,” Shade corrected.

“-- but I am willing to listen to your woes. Not only that, but I am concerned you’ve not been taking care of yourself. While it’s not my preference, I know you used to send out monstrous and frightening visions during the night, especially during Lune season. I’ve come across many monsters these past few months... and I know for a fact none of them belong to you.”

Shade’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew what Dreamwalker was referring to. Someone was out there sending out monsters. To harm, to cause chaos, or for some other reason, he couldn’t tell as of yet. But he knew Dreamwalker was right; he hadn’t been maintaining his energy. At least, not as well as he could be.

“...what would you ask for, in return for such kind acts? You know our ways, little dreamer.”

Dreamwalker couldn’t help but smile at the question. Of course he knew that any ‘act of kindness’ was transactional whenever a fae was involved. But still, he found it a little humorous that Shade needed to ask.

“Have you forgotten? The happiness and contentment of those who I help is always what I ask for in return. It’s how I choose to maintain myself.” Glanced back over behind him, to a smaller figure behind the trees. He beckoned them closer so that Shade could see that had in fact brought a special friend along with him.

Shade’s eyes slowly widened. Just from this humanoid being getting closer, he could feel the abundance of emotions radiating from them. He felt so refreshed, looking at their large, dark eyes filled with curiosity and a sense of wonder.

“...Dreamwalker? Who is this?”

The blonde chuckled. “Where are my manners... This is Scotty Hygak, the one I’ve designated to be the ‘hero of Sanctus’, to deal with these new monsters that aren’t yours.”

Shade’s mouth slowly curved into a smirk, a subdued chuckle quickly turning into a skeptical laugh.

“Hero of Sanctus...really now. You really enjoy your fantasies a little too much, little dreamer. But... you have my thanks for introducing me to your little friend. I’ll be fine now.”

Dreamwalker gave a small nod. “I sure hope so. If it’s any consolation... I do wish you luck. Perhaps one day, she’ll remember you.”

Shade let out a small sigh, taking one last longing look towards Versille.

“...I certainly hope so.”

#more writing #sanctus #drabble #dreamwalker #scotty hygak #shade #nightmare fae

[bluepenguinstories]

We’ll All Be Famous One Day (We Won’t Have a Choice)

Begging for life, but not to avoid death. Just been fallen on hard times, the streets of rot. Sugar on the roads spell out a sweet demise. I only hope we found the change we need. Scratch that; I hope we’ve become the change that we never wanted to be.

Development is just a gradual difference. Not an improvement. If we’re for the better, or worse, it was all a result of what came before.

Needing a little more doesn’t make me a beggar. Just a little short on what makes life full. Being incomplete doesn’t mean without another. Pieces of me have been pulled out. Like a bag of popcorn, or a stuffed animal’s cotton. On account of what we’ve become, it’s not finished. Where we are isn’t where we’ll stay. The dead end in the road is just a fork. Misery and joy are the same path; it’s the roundabout. I swear I aimed for obscurity. All my ambition has been discarded. So when was it that people remembered? My last words, ours, were but a blur. They weren’t meant to be repeated. What good it did us; calling it our last when it because unceasing. Never ending torment knowing that we would have rather slept.

Never been merry. Always shivering with a holy blanket. Never been blessed. It’s just been my preference. My prerogative; been derogative. My ice cold heart, inflammation. These days it’s all inflammatory. Daydreams and dreading the weather watching as another one speculates on how I got there. Folding and unfolding a weathered umbrella. Unraveling, my skin is threadbare. I’m hoping to become a knitted sweater.

#poem #poetry #more writing #writing #life #stuff

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me? #you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares? #please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

#just kidding the third option is i drive myself insane #trying to find a way to write someone like me in a way i may be respected as a human being #without shaving away the more frightening aspects of my experience or life #challenge level . impossible. i will die. or they will make youtube 3 hour long rant videos about it someday #scratchpost #txt

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

#mitski #dumb shit i do #lesbian #I'm turning reblogs back on but you all have to be nice to each other or you're losing Lesbian Dad privileges #would like to add that mitski is an incredible writer and lyricist and so much more than sad lesbian music. #I am. however. a sad lesbian who is haunted by said lyrics and writing

[rattledazzlebones]

Kind of obsessed with the tumblr Twitter account

#tumblr #twitter #meme #my stuff #funny #pissing myself at trying to tag #nothing more humbling than writing funny

[angelsdean]

me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/

#this is joke. light-hearted or /lh if you will #but fr there's GOT to be a better way to indicate these things. esp the /pos one #like i'd rather ppl just write out the whole word it's only a few more letters #vic.txt

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[timelesslords]

thinking about how the hunger games were designed to prove that without society, order, government, someone to rule, we devolve into little more than animals, and how the games themselves prove over and over again that this is not true. We see it in every single game we witness.

Katniss placing flowers around Rue's body in the arena. Thresh sparing Katniss because she was kind to Rue, even though he was making it that much harder for himself to win.

Haymitch going back for Maysilee after hearing her scream even though their alliance had been broken. Haymitch holding her as she dies the same way Katniss did Rue.

Coral's "I can't have killed them all for nothing" when she realizes she's not going home. Lamina cutting down Marcus at great personal risk. And, my favorite moment in tbosas, Reaper collecting the bodies of his fellow tributes, his peers, even the ones who tried to kill him, into a pile. Taking the weapons from their hands. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms in the best approximation of a proper burial he can manage, covering them with the Capitol flag as a makeshift shroud.

The Games bring out the worst in people, yes. But despite the extreme circumstances, despite the exterior pressure of the Capitol, despite the fact that it could mean pain and heartbreak and death, it also shows that people have an enormous capacity for goodness. That even in a situation purposefully designed to make empathy impossible, people can't help but have it anyway.

Snow looks at the Games and all he can see is what's inside himself-- this pure animalistic drive to conquer and defeat. He kills and it feels good and he thinks that everyone else must feel that way too. He doesn't realize (maybe can't realize) that he is the exception, not the rule. He cannot see outside himself, outside his own warped perspective, to realize that the fact that people do show humanity in the games proves his entire worldview wrong.

#tbosas #the hunger games #im sure someone has already said this much more eloquently than this #but i cant stop thinking about it #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #tbosas spoilers #thg #catching fire #i could write a thesis on this #suzanne collins the woman you are

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

#eleanor shellstrop #you know i was thinking about how we hold female characters to such high standards #and severely criticize bitchy female characters while praising asshole male characters #and then i remembered eleanor and realized that she is the perfect example of how to write an asshole woman that the audience likes #the worse she is the more i'm drawn to her (and honestly same for tahani) #we need more cringe-fail women who nobody likes (for good reason) #the good place #female characters #writing women #girl failure #girl loser #she's so mean #i love her #my favorite #fucking asshole #iconic #the good place eleanor #tgp #tgp eleanor #kristen bell

[redactedrem]

Headcanon where after so many arguments between the batkids and Bruce over his paranoia and complete disregard for his kids privacy, the entire family had compromised with (in the healthiest way possible) downloading life360 on their phones and that's how they all keep track of each other.

Now Bruce knew that this is mostly for his benefit and is supposed to be a healthy alternative for his unhealthy paranoia and helicopter parenting, but what he wasn't expecting was for his kids to start keeping track of him.

He's putting gas in his car and Dick calls him because apparently Dick has been watching him drive around on the app? And Bruce is currently at a gas station thats right around the corner from a Taco Bell and now Dick wants him to get food for everyone since he's already there.

He's driving home from a meeting and Steph calls him because her and Duke were shopping in the area and wants to know if he can pick them up, when he asks how she knew he was on the same street, he gets a "Oh I just like to stalk everyone on the app for funsies." as an answer.

Jason calls him and he can barely get out a hello before Jason cuts him off, "Bruce why the fuck is your phone battery on 5%, charge your damn phone" which completely stuns him because why does he know that. He clears his throat before answering. "Jason, what?"

"Everyone can see each others phone batteries on '360, now charge your phone." Is all he gets before Jason hangs up on him.

#I have more ideas in my head #but I didn't want to make the post too long #might repost later #might write a small fanfic off of this #I actually don't have life360 but my friend does and I'm basing this off of how she interacts with her mom #batfamily #batfam #headcanon #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #cardinal tim drake #stephanie brown #spoiler