#trying to write again

[missathlete31]

Dead on Your Feet Chapter 12- Sneak Peak

It's no secret that I haven't been able to write anything new in months. My mind keeps coming up with ideas but then I try to execute them and it's just painful to reread. I've gotten more inspired lately, especially thanks to some of the amazing people on here who have been so encouraging (looking at you @seresimp!!!!) and I broke through some mental barriers to produce this first part of Chapter 12. Hoping for some feedback to fuel me through!! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story for your patience! I hope this sounds a little like the writer I used to be.

Masterlist for anyone that needs to refresh their memories because it's been like six months since I last posted

The ascent towards the helicopter is meant to be the end of this whole nightmare for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. His pilots have been found, have already risen to the sanctity of the bird hovering in the sky and now it is only left to him to be pulled to safety before they can all head home. Pete leaves the cold ocean waves ready to feel victorious, to feel as though he finally has succeeded and achieved the final miracle of the day, getting everyone home alive.

But once more he is struck down.

The second Maverick hauls himself into the rescue helicopter, all he recognizes is chaos. Gone is the hushed silence from outside, replaced with the panic-stricken energy of multiple bodies crammed into a tight space and fighting for purchase. Pete’s eyes naturally train on Rooster first, his gaze widening as he sees a young man pulling his Lieutenant back with a harsh grip. Mav moves to intervene, to scream over the hysterical bellowing issuing from Bradshaw’s mouth, and ask what the hell is going on, but before he can Pete gets a clear view of Jake Seresin on the floor of the aircraft, spread eagle and unmoving, as a middle aged Hispanic man pounds heavily on the blonde’s sternum.

Maverick knows logically that the man above Seresin is some sort of doctor, he can tell just from the uniform alone. However doctor or not, the sight of this man pumping harshly on Jake’s chest makes the older pilot need to look away in fear he might intercede. A protectiveness rises within Pete, unwavering in its ferocity at the unnatural sight before him; a bruised and bloody Hangman being pounded into the floor as a means of saving his life.

Because Seresin isn’t breathing.

The grimace from the rescue diver makes a lot more sense now.

Bradley's screams still ring out in the air around them, each one more and more blood curdling. He is being restrained by someone similar in size to the 6 foot Bradshaw and yet Rooster continues to hurl his exhausted and water logged body towards his wingman relentlessly. He roars over all the other noise around them, his temper on full display. It's been over a decade since Maverick has seen it in all its fury but he remembers how the younger Bradshaw can wield his anger like the deadliest sword. His visceral emotions striking like perfect daggers each and every time. Pete knows he needs to control it, to distract Rooster so that the man holding him back can get the rescue swimmer back up and they can make their way back to the ship, but the older pilot is shocked still; his senses all but burnt out at the overwhelming assault of the environment around him.

"Captain" a voice snaps, and Pete turns to see the doctor, the name Sosa stitched onto his chest, still pumping furiously. Maverick can make out the beginnings of a bruise reddening the other man's cheek, no doubt caused from a blow to the face by Bradley's fist before the aviator was properly subdued. "Captain" the man speaks up again, "I need you to control your pilot."

"I-" Maverick gapes helplessly, as though he is being asked to do the impossible; and maybe he is. There might have been a time when he could calm Bradley Bradshaw down with a quick word or a tight hug, when he would snuggle with the little boy who was scared of thunder, or lecture the kid who rode his bike too far down the street. That kid doesn't exist anymore, or perhaps the Maverick that could do all those things is really the one who's gone; either way Pete Mitchell is as helpless to the lashes of Bradley Bradshaw's ire as anyone else.

"Captain" the tone is desperate, exhausted, as still Doctor Sosa thrusts his hands powerfully down on Hangman's chest cavity in an effort to bring life back into the kid's heart. "We need to get that diver up now” he explains, “this Lieutenant needs more help than I can give in this bird, we have to get back to the ship. Now please-" a firmness laces his words, a command coming from a man who knows how this story is going to end unless something changes soon, "control your man."

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun #top gun hangman #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun: maverick #dagger squad #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #dead on your feet #trying to write again #its hard #and scary #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin whump #thank you all

[dushichka]

isn’t it sad when you can’t write 

when you don’t have a muse

your pages stay empty

for years and years

you are quiet like a night

those nights near the countryside 

spent alone in a complete dark

thinking about how you ended up like this

with empty pages and nothing to write

or to be exact 

no one to love 

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #my post #poetic #bg post #авторско #trying to write again

[artforkuponuts]

#loki #not art #thorki #thor #drabble #fic #ficlet #trying to write again

[summonthekrakenismyoriginstory]

it's been 3 years since i've written fanfiction so now i'm like, "that familiar body ache of writing is hard is back y'all"

#omitb season 3 #fanfiction #trying to write again #omitb #oliver x loretta

[thequeen-crimson]

The Academy is their life, it has been for so long, being brought in at such a young age will do that to you. The memories they have from before are fuzzy, deep within the depths of their mind, it’s hard to try and remember the faces of their parents before the night of the attack.

It saddens them sometimes, late at night when the moon is at its highest, sometimes they try to remember. What their smiles were like, were they warm? Were their eyes filled with joy at the sight of their child? Sometimes thinking too much causes the flashes to return. Faces frozen in fear, flesh mauled, and blood drained.

Somethings are better left unknown, sometimes thinking is just too much.

The studies were fun, they enjoyed learning, loved the grand library and how the many books felt in their hands, how the pages were far much older then them. But, being so young there was only so many thing to keep them entertained.

Lunch was boring that day, there was a meeting if they recall? And there wasn’t many others their age around, and the Daycare Attendants? Well, they were no longer Attendants, but full blown Vampire Hunters, two of the best in the Academy! But that means no one to keep them and their every growing mind to occupied.

Pushing around the roasted potatoes on their plate, small mind blank with no thoughts, then a small sniffle caught their attention, and if their ears could twitch they would. Moving their gaze from the root vegetable, they see another child, hunched in on herself and obviously not trying to make a scene with her tears.

The was the day they met their best friend, their partner in crime, not just someone to tell all their hopes and dreams, but their sorrow as well.

Crimson was like them, a bit more outgoing, but they both always strived to be the best in their class.

As they both got older, classes got harder but they still seemed so easy to them, Crimson not as much, but she tried her damn near hardest.

Then once training and hand on hand combat was introduced to the class, they realized that they much preferred the planning and books side to Hunting. The sweat, the closeness of your opponent, and the weapons were not their favourite, they never felt right in their hand.

Maybe they just couldn’t think about facing one of the beings that killed their parents.

Years of classes at the Academy went by like nothing, they stayed top of their class each and every single year, even with the lower marks in the more physical classes. In the blink of an eye, they sat in the auditorium of the Academy, surrounded by the others of their classes some young adults like themselves, some middle aged, and even a few teenagers, all waiting to see who would make it as a Hunter and who would be their mentors.

Crimson sat by their side, one leg bouncing up and down in a mixture of anxiety and giddiness. Brown eyes looking up at where the Headmaster would soon stand, filled with excitement, she did good in her classes, at least that’s what she told them. And they knew damn well that her Weaponry scores were high.

Soon enough, all the chatter died down as the Headmaster walked onto the stage, a bear animatronic, some say he’d been here almost as long as the Academy had stood, maybe even before? Headmaster Freddy was a gentle soul, but also strict when needed to be, his skills in Hunting were the best around, there was also a rumour that he had adopted a child? Not many know of his personal life, they just hoped that the child didn’t suffer the same fate they did.

After all the casualties and such, it was finally time to see who would become a hunter. As as Headmaster Freddy started to call names, and assign them their new mentors, well, partners would be a better term as they would be teamed up forever, their name still wasn’t called and it was making them worry just a little bit. They usually always did save the best for last?

They’ve worked hard enough.

Crimson’s name was called, her head instantly snapping up to the stage then to them, the biggest smile they’ve ever seen beaming on her face, of course she worked hard enough too.

The Headmaster then told who her partners would be and the whole auditorium went silent, but not like last time, no this was waiting for the needle to drop. Sun and Moon were already partners and they made it clear every year that they didn’t need another, much less someone far less experienced. But Crimson still smiled, not as big, not a fraction. They all waited for the outburst, but surprisingly, Sun and Moon from their place sitting on the stage didn’t say anything, but Sun was very obviously glaring daggers into the Headmaster’s back.

Then the Headmaster Announced that those picked would be the graduating as Hunters, and their heart stopped, eyes going wide as they looked up in the stage, they could hear Crimson speaking in disbelief to them while everyone else moved to stand.

How could that be possible?

That was until the Headmaster told everyone to sit back down.

He spoke about how in all his time at the Academy he had never once seen anyone have the scores so high throughout the years and keep it that way. He spoke about his admiration for the hard work put into it, and that the hard work must be rewarded, that not only was their going to be one more hunter but that he would picking that hunter as his Apprentice. Someone to learn personally from him, and eventually when the time came, take his place.

Then he spoke their name.

Their classmates thunderous applause took over, cheers and shouts, then everyone coming to them to say their congratulations, and through the crowd they looked up at the Headmaster, his gentle blue eyes filled with praise, knot in their stomach faded and their all knowing smirk turned into a gentle smile.

The title sounded quite nice.

Y/N the Headmaster’s Apprentice.

#y/n #fnaf au #fnaf sb #glamrock freddy #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf oc #fnaf #reader insert #vampire hunters #Twin Hunters #Twin Hunters AU #Crimson #trying to write again

[hellolovers13]

let's see if i can get this ff to 20k today

#trying to write again #let's see how it goes

[yymiya]

hello! Just another of those anons but- are you doing alright? Just want to make sure you're alive haha

I AM VERY MUCH ALIVE, APOLOGIES

#alcoholism is a bitch LOL #we good now tho #trying to write again #KEY WORD: TRYING

[mbcorvo-author]

Since I heard about the "CecilSweep" thing and remembered that I still haven't finished the book transcription of the first season of WTNV (I tend to get distracted when there's a lot of talking, so being able to read what I'm listening to it's the only way to not miss anything), I started thinking back to when as a child I loved trying to write a little newspaper about my area and trying to come up with random news articles...

And now I kinda want to give that a try again. Even if I feel it could be seen as some sort of WTNV rip-off.

But some random eerie/creepy news about some random places could be a way to try my hand at writing again...

#should i give this idea a try?? #corvo talks #writing #trying to write again #writeblr

[weepingthingg]

keep it together 

I’ll drink a coffee at 7pm, stave off the lonely

heart sinking feeling.

sick to my stomach feeling.

And I’ll wish I was on the phone with someone.

Wish you were here.

No, not you, not the you

he was thinking of.

a selfish disgusting you.

(from the June prompts over at @nosebleedclub )

#trying to write again #poems #poetry #my poems #my words #mine #idk if this is any good but its how im feeling rn which i think has value #lmk if any of yall relate lol #just a poem about a guilty yucky feeling ive been having

[ourheroregina]

Summary: set in the near future. Even when Elliot and Olivia are together, she still wakes up at 4 AM.

#eo #svu fanfiction #if you give it a try let me know what you think #trying to write again

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Always Practice Safe Hex - Scene Rewrite

First, it is important to note that I LOVE this series. I adore this book. I have reread this series a few times this year. Ruben and Jules get their HEA this October and I am dying to read it. I did, however, have a small quibble with one scene. I get, for plot reasons, why the scene played out, for plot reasons, the way it did in the book...for plot reasons. But, I did not love it. I wanted to... fix it up a bit. If you have not read Always Practice Safe Hex by Juliette Cross, I highly recommend it.

So anyway, here is the scene in the workroom with the oily boss, written a bit differently. CW: Harassment in the workplace - this is taken from the harassment scene in the novel. I did not add significantly to the source material, but if the book was uncomfortable in this scene, my tweak will be uncomfortable as well.

Anyway, enjoy? Let me know what you thought of this scene and feel free to reach out and scream with me about it. Because I have some thoughts!! -------------------------------

Again, I push all my influence into my words, “get off me, Robert.” Again, the magic does not come. My voice sounds timid and weak. I shiver as the warmth of magic, a constant companion in my life since I could remember, leaves me. For the first time since I came into my powers, I feel true helplessness. 

The ticking of the clock is too loud, the bitter smell of old coffee on Robert’s breath too sour, the air in the room too cold. The room is far away, but the details are clear.

Robert runs his hand up my arm. The hot, moisture from his touch pulls me back into my body and the dread of knowing he could sever my connection with my magic permanently and I could not do anything to stop it. “Look how hard your fear makes me,” Robert growls into my ear, his body pressed against mine. 

Dark magic caresses my skin and I draw even further into myself, trying to retreat but finding no place for escape. Robert smiles at my retreat and licks his lips before saying, “Would you like to play a game, little mouse?”

Another pulse of dark magic pushes against me, this time demanding and determined. This pulse tastes like the burning, smooth taste of aged bourbon and wraps around me with unexpected warmth. For a moment, I am frozen before, rather than fear, I draw strength from the dark magic surrounding me. I sneak a glance at Robert, he hasn’t noticed. Of course, he hasn’t noticed. It isn’t his power I am drawing from and he is too focused on me to notice the new power in the room.

Livonia. 

My name is a plea, but the mind opening the connection between us is not desperate; it is angry and brutal. 

Gareth? Gareth? I repeat, praying that I hadn’t imagined my grim here.

Unleash Hell, is the only response before the mental connection is severed. I am shaking with fear and confusion, he’s ended the connection before I could tell him that my magic was failing, that I was powerless. 

“You will answer me,” Robert snaps, “you will answer, ‘yes, sire,’ to whatever I request. Understand?”

“Ye..,” I start to answer when that deliciously smooth magic presses against me again, insistent. Though it isn’t the sunny warmth of a late spring day that accompanies my Earth-gifted magic, this dark power, Gareth’s power, does warm and strengthen me. It seems to envelop me and also demand something from me. 

Robert’s smile has turned cruel, “I am sorry, Livvy.” He sucks in a breath through his teeth, “I will have to reprimand you…” Robert keeps speaking, but Gareth’s power has begun threading through me, demanding and urgent, pulling me from Robert’s gentle and calm reprimand. 

If I could have a moment to breathe, to think, I could get my magic back. I need Robert to back off!! Or maybe Gareth could step in any time now, surely he has noticed my power isn’t working, and didn’t he just tell me that he was some super powerful grim?

“What the fuck?” Robert snarls. I snap my head to where his voice sounded from across the room. Robert is no longer pinning me, but next to the door, trying to walk toward me and seemingly unable.

I look around the room until my eyes land on Gareth. He is leaning against the wall, looking cool as ever but his body is tense, aware. He flashes me one of his rare and heartbreakingly beautiful smiles, at the same time I am momentarily overcome by a heady rush of his power flowing, calling for blood, craving death, whispering dark promises. As quickly as it pushes it, it is pulled back, my own magic returning, strong and present as ever. 

I look back at this man, this wonderful, incredible powerful man with my jaw hanging open like a fool. “Did you just..? How…? Is that even possible?”

“You have something you need to handle before we have that conversation,” he says smoothly, his eyes alight with amusement. 

#juliette cross #always practice safe hex #fix it fic #livonia x gareth #livvy x gareth #trying to write again #its been a while #its a bit of a mess #fanfiction #for a quiet fandom

[wearywithoutsleep]

#trying to write again #poem #mine

[the-effect-of-chaos]

What it would be to know the inner thoughts of those who love me quietly.

Those who watch from a distance, unknown are their thoughts, their feelings. Why would I even begin to think I matter to them beyond a passing thought?

But oh how I wish to know if they see me.

Am I bright and warm like sunshine, or am I cool and comforting like the moon. Perhaps my eyes remind them of the ocean or even the unclouded sky. Perhaps my curves thrill them as much as echo the beauty of the earth's hills and valleys.

Oh, how I wish to be seen.

#poetic prose #poetry #poets on tumblr #personal #trying to write again #love poetry #yearning #hopeless romantic

[thistleanddrag1]

How does one know they have been loved?

Platonic affection and love I can recognise, but my inability to believe I am worthy of romance clouds my vision.

How does one know they can be loved.

#poem #poetry #my poetry #personal #trying to write again

[zombiefiedbatman]

I'm deep below

Where I ask you do not follow

For if you are not careful

I am fearful

You will wale the sleeper

The keeper

Of what I'm not even sure

I've gotten glimpses of things not pure

Thoughts of rage

Kept in a cage

Where they shall be evermore.

#me #mine #shower poem #spilled thoughts #thoughts #i don't think it's even good #my thoughts #original poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #words #original post #feelings #idk man #idk #trying #trying to be positive #trying to heal #trying to write again #i don't think it's a joke anymore #i dont fucking know #i dont think it's even good #i dont know

[notsoseriouslyserious]

I’m tired of intellectualizing the end of our friendship.

The end of us being each other’s ‘person’.

Like Meredith and Christina, a bond I trusted would last forever.

Subconsciously, I am waiting for a text, a call, or your new post.

Possibly a sign that you are thinking of me still because I am thinking of you.

Please understand this is difficult for me; you were my chosen family.

The end of our friendship feels like death. But our memories together are alive as ever.

If a lobotomy was possible, I’d volunteer if it means erasing our memories forever.

Then the end of our friendship can really be dead. -SS

#trying to write again #spilled ink #poetry