#short entry

[boobienibbler]

you once told me

that you may disappear for a bit

but you'll always come back

to be here for me

so now I sit here

in utter silence

wondering if you still will come back

or if your words

were empty promises

-moon

#writer #literature #poetry #writing #poem #short entry #spilled thoughts #spilled ink

[thecagedsong]

Title: If it Makes You Smile

Theme: Santa Hat

Fandom/Character(s): Fairy Tail; Lucy/Loke

Warnings (if applicable):

Word Count: 500

Loke comes to a fight in a Santa Hat. 

@12daysofchristmas

“Open, Gate of the Lion, Leo!” Lucy called out. After a solo job, she was almost home when some jerks thought they could take advantage of her in the dark East forest.

Given they had shadow magic, it would have been a correct assumption if she didn’t have her very own light spirit.

“Wow, it’s dark,” Leo said as the light from his gate faded. He immediately lit his fists, pushing one of the attackers out of the shadows. Lucy roundhouse kicked him into Loke’s punch, sending him crashing into the nearby

“Crap, a fairy tail wizard.”

“Light magic too, let’s get out of here. Grab Dan’s legs.”

There was running and fussing.

“Want to chase after them?” Loke asked, turning to face her properly.

She had thought there was something wrong with his sillouhette, but had been focused on listening and feeling for magic signatures.

Lucy burst out laughing.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’?” Loke asked, raising an eyebrow.

She calmed down from her mad cackling to more contained giggles. “So-sorry,” Lucy giggled, wiping her eye, “I’m just not sure your Santa Hat goes with the suit.”

Loke touched his head, eye widening as he felt the fur trim. Then he grinned at her, “Well, tis the season. You called me during the Spirit World Solstice Festival.”

“Since when do celestial spirits celebrate the solstice with Santa hats?” Lucy chuckled.

“Since it made their pretty masters happy,” Loke said, offering his arm. “What, don’t I make a good Santa Claus? I’ll have you know I bring people excellent presents.”

Lucy laughed some more, taking his arm and letting him send out witchlights to mark the rest of the path to Magnolia proper. “I don’t think even you could pull off the tubby belly and long white beard. Capricorn might be able to.”

It was Loke’s turn to laugh, “It is my dearest pleasure to present you this gift.” He imitated Capricorn. “A scale, because I do believe you are putting on some extra weight, dear Loke.”

“When will he let that go!” Lucy cackled. “And what would Santa Loke give someone for Christmas?”

“Oh, it’s twelve gifts if you’re really doing it right, and the first one would be exhausting laughter,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “The rest will have to be a surprise.”

“Well then, I can’t wait for the rest,” Lucy said. “Are you going to keep wearing this?” Lucy flicked the puffball at the end of the hat.

“You want to try it on?”

“I think it looks too good on you.”

“Then I think I’ll wear it until Christmas.”

“You’re as old as grandfather Christmas.”

“Rude.”

“Good thing I’m terribly shallow and only care about your good looks.”

It was Loke’s turn to laugh.

#12DaysofChristmas2022 #Lolu #short entry #LokexLucy #fairy tail #loke #Lucy Heartphilia #Silly short #but I love these two

[gentleoverdrive]

[21/300] I'm safe in here, irrelevant.

For whoever reads these: Sorry, really fucking sorry. I've been just not feeling like documenting my dumb misadventures. I more or less need to write all day for my day jobs, so that's been hard to conjure up energy for writing these. ---- ...well, that and twitter has been making me cut time back from here, but I do promise to cut back from twitter to continue posting here. Writing these rambling entries is fun for what it is, and sometimes it's just good to let some of these things "go", so to speak. ---- So yeah, I'll try to swing by more often. Hugs and kisses to whoever reads these. Cheers, and read you later, alligator!

#diary #daily life of an old shithead #nine inch nails reference #nine inch nails #nin #15 years later and I still love that record #and it was legally for free too! #I know nowadays it means squat #but back then? like going 'free loot!' #saw them twice that tour #they were incredible. most live experiences just cannot compare #a little bit of burnout #adulting #adulting and shit #xoxo #short entry

[swueesharts]

Good evening everyone, how'd you do?

Expect an entry tomorrow, or Tuesday. I have been busy with my art endeavours and I want to share some of those experiences with you!

Expect the log soon, lizards and cactuses.

#short entry #blog #art update

[lamereamere]

diary,

It’s been too long. I’ve been slacking yet again.

I hope I can redeem myself in the coming days.

I don’t have much energy now, so I won’t write much.

The loneliness is losing control. It’s too much to handle.

Getting excited for a brief moment before looking around and seeing you have no one else to share it with is too much to handle.

I cannot think clearly.

this feeling is taking over my mind and my body.

I don’t want to be alone.

120323

#short entry #december 2023 #2023

[deludedgirldreams]

29.3.23

today i spent most of the day editing the rooms and fine-tuning their layouts. nothing happened relation-wise, there was no living nor guests. simple room movement.

the purpose of the rooms is to give me refuge from a stressful life. it gives me somewhere to live when living is too much for my frail mind. interpersonal relationships... scare me- to say the least. they overwhelm me. the rooms provide a place for me to be alone and do all the things i enjoy to soothe my mind.

#march #diary entry #the rooms #short entry

[kimsamsoooon]

I trusted you hard enough to break me into pieces.

barachiel

#randomthoughts #short entry

[seihou-inner-space]

221O22

Sleep deprived. Surviving on lucky charms, a Rice Krispie treat, and moderately watered down energy drink (the squirt bottle to add to water for flavor). Rip.

#journal entry #short entry #rip

[friendlyengie]

And now we have the unfinished, uncolored eternal-WIP variety hour! 🎉! This months picks are “various gay people” and “random ‘put a character in situation’” ideas. The designs of the mercs as kids are partially brought to you by @illuteridae everyone say thank you to roger for his genius brain

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #heavymedic #short fuse #boots n bombs #I don’t know why I’m only tagging the ships but! So it is. #not taggin all those dam characters #that last pic was meant to be a dtiys entry…! But I didn’t like how. Lithe? Soldier looked and couldn’t really fix it #my art!! #Long post #oh yea baby

[moonsun2010]

pain

#my art #dracula #dracula daily #like i know that each entry has diff pov charas so obv multiple narrators #but like thinking of dracula as the one organising the substack is incredibly funny #would be neat to see an adaptation where dracula is framed more like frankenstein with jonathan being the one telling his tale #then after so much paranoia and increasingly frantic short entries growing more urgent in tone #desperate frightened hes going to barm me Help Me kind of fear #his next entry is just a blackened burned page #and when we turn the page dracula greets the reader. #this got wildly sidetracked off canon its not even dracula anymore. :/

[fraudulentactivities]

Mt.Doom

I'm just gonna try and keep my head down and be good for the people around me. Ik I'm surrounded by so much warmth and love but it's so hard to feel it. I'm constantly surrounded by a dark cloud and wanting to cry all the fucking time.. even though nothing ever comes out.

Maybe making everyone else happy will somehow turn itself back onto me. Ofc I'll be bad for the one I love, I can't lose all of myself, but I'm going to avoid spiraling into another deathloop bc I could legitimately end up dead this time. I'm so dreary but all I can do is put one foot forward after the other and try to pick up the pieces.

Another day of school, another day of dealing with these people. They seem to have everything figured out, even though we are all in the same boat. I hate their arrogance and attitude, it's hella annoying seeing as we're all doing the same thing. These are the loneliest days for sure.

#short entry

[boobienibbler]

Want

Everyday I'm overwhelmed

I want to drop out

Give up on everything

I want to run away to a little cabin

In the woods on a mountain

Learn how to use a bow

Make my own clothes

Isolate myself from everyone

I want to skip every single one of my classes

I want to enjoy life

Without the worries of whether I did enough

I want to feel proud of the work I do

I want to sleep at normal times

Wake up not hating everything

I want to finish reading a book

I want to learn any type of dance

Waltz

Ballroom

Swing

Ballet

Even figure skating

I want to pick up the violin and piano again

Learn the cello and guitar

I want to be good at something like a sport

I want to be healthy

I want to run without losing my breath

I want to like myself

I want to smile when I see myself in a mirror

I want to feel loved

Cared for

Desired

I want to be wanted

But most importantly

I want to be wanted by myself

For myself

I want to want

-moon

#writer #literature #poetry #writing #poem #short entry #thoughts #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled feelings #text poetry

[layfinonthebed]

Sleepy

Today was a very long day. Even though I got to sleep in, this week has been so stressful.

I get news on things that are supposed to be good to hear, but ultimately, I'm scared that it will end up blowing up in my face again.

When you have family in the hospital, you can't be with them every day like you want. Especially when you have to provide for the family too. But when you do have a chance to go in, you start to struggle with your own mortality on things.

No one has slept right in the house in a while. And I doubt I'll sleep well when I head home from work tonight.

#short entry #mental venting

[gentleoverdrive]

(227/?) Tired + Headaches

I hate what happens when I forget to drink my coffee (even when I drink decaf!), holy fuckles, this day felt eternal. every minute just... refused to pass by. I just want to go to bed and sleep and wake up and drink my coffee so I can be back in the saddle at 100%, y'know? ---- The day didn't suck, because my wife and friends are hilarious AF and that comes across every DM and voice message I get, but the fact that, whenever I didn't talk to them, it felt like... fuck, the boulder guy going uphill? Some mythic stuff. Greek mythology or w/e. ---- I'm so fucking tired and discombobulated that I can't even remember what fictional peeps in funky myths were doing. All right, that's enough, read y'all tomorrow.

#diary #daily life of an old shithead #short entry #coffee is life #coffee is love #thank goodness I have it ready for tomorrow

[shortentry]

"I just fell in love with your art"

It was quiet in his studio when she came for a quick visit. Not unusual as it was still early and he enjoyed solitude when working on his pieces. When she stepped in, she was greeted with the fresh smell of paint. The scene in front of her fully encapsulates the man she loves. It was littered with small details about him, like his bowl of trinkets he stumbled upon from places he visited and his collection of withered books left in the corner, waiting for him to pick up again.

She observed all of his canvases, some finished, some still a work in progress. Looking around, she couldn’t help but notice a painting of the fields they visited not long ago, it suddenly reminded her of memories she tried to bury. But near the window, where he usually works, was the painting that held her. It was a painting of a man and woman that looked as if they were painting each other as if completing one other.

“Miss me already?” She was pulled out of her trance and immediately backed from the painting when he heard his voice. She was sure that she could search and identify that voice amidst a crowd. Turning around, she stared at him indifferently. There he was briskly walking to the painting with a cup of tea in hand and setting it aside.

“You came just in time. I’m not really done with it, obviously, but I wanted to show this to you-you’ll be surprised from where I got the inspira-”

“I need to talk to you,” she said stopping him from babbling.

He turned around, and for the first time that day, he got to fully take in the person that filled him with so much love. His muse, his once-in-a-lifetime, his reason.

“I don’t love you.”

“What-” he stepped closer to her, baffled and confused from her confession-“what are you saying?”

“Yesterday. I realized I never loved you,” she said as she dropped her gaze from him. “I just fell in love with your art.”

“Then I’ll continue to create for you to stay,” he whispered as he now held her hand to his cheeks. “I love you to the point of creation.”

“This will be the last time you’ll see me,” she quavered as she pulled her hand away and aimed for the door.

“You were always a terrible liar,” he tittered.

“What?” She said turning around and seeing him in as much pain as she is, maybe worse.

“Never loved me? Not even a bit? Not even at the flower market? Not even when I carried you through the street because it was flooding? Or that pub where we got wasted just to find ourselves at the park staring at the sky. Not even when you stayed by my side after the accident? Even after everyone knew I couldn’t continue my work anymore?” Tears won’t stop flowing out of his eyes, and she just stood there. He doesn’t even care if he looked pathetic, as all he could feel was pain.

“So tell me. Just tell me, why are you doing this? Because we both know that you love me, and you still do.” He looked at her as he pleaded for something, anything.

“I did. But it doesn’t really matter, because in the end, it will all hurt the same.”

a/n: hi! it's my first time writing and just thought to drop it here. thanks for clicking on this and hope you enjoy it! you can also drop some comments, suggestions, and ideas <3

#short story #short entry #random #imagine #angst #heartbreak #heart break #first entry

[tamakittykami]

I remember growing up, I had this book. It was my brother's book, actually, and it was about the universe. He had recieved it as a Christmas present a few years after I was born, I think, or around then anyways. (He's ten years older than me.)

I loved that book.

I don't know if he ever liked it as much as I did, but I read and re-read that book so many times. Space was one of my FAVOURITE things (as were dinosaurs!), and I was fascinated with all the planets, their characteristics, stars, nebulae, galaxies, possibilities of life on other planets, and everything else that had to do with it.

I used that book for research projects, writing assignments, and my own stories I wrote in my spare time, well into my mid teenage years.

I wonder what happened to that book? Becoming a teenager changes all the priorities around in your brain so much. I still loved space, and gazing up at the stars while lying in the grass at Hog's Back Park, but obsessing over facts and information was in my past.

I think a lot of it is still in there though, rattling around for use during a good game of trivia.

Seeing this though... this magnificent photo of a swath of the sky no bigger than a grain if sand held at arms distance from someone's face, just leaves me in awe.

I look at this and wonder, how can any logically minded person believe we're alone in the universe? How many undiscovered worlds can we not even see?

It's beautiful, and awe-inspiring, and humbling, all at the same time.

I love the universe.

#space #universe #telescope #nasa #our universe #national geographic #childhood #memories #books #KrystalKamieniecki #short entry