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This night would've been much better with you.❤️✨
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The rain pelts swiftly against the window. She remembers where she was a year ago. As if the sky has opened up to mourn the past with her.
The end of a relationship. The end of a different time.
She knows it was for the best, but she can always recognize how much work it was to get to where she is.
She turned 30 only to have it ruined after the most relaxing vacation and time away. Sinking into herself, her 30s were already off to a great start. The rain knows those tears shed.
Work and being harassed by an ex, what else to add?
A new diagnosis and struggle with mental health.
There is always something about this time of year that leads to such introspection.
Breakups, moves, drama, car issues, her thrice removed ex for being suicidal and staying on suicide watch, or stuck living in a fake family who thrived on secrets. The list grows with each passing year, but as the list grows, so does she.
No matter the journey or drama, she somehow pulls herself from the rubble, finding a path forward. It's a feat of wonder that leaves her to believe she can do anything she sets her mind to.
The path forward is one of dreams she hopes to give herself. As life hasn't been easy, and while she's empathetic, she's consciously aware.
Just what awaits her past the rainy gray skies? Will it get better or continue to be a rollercoaster?
The rain knows.
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Write a Story Inspired by a Song
Go to your music playlist, and pick a song randomly.
Write a story or story snippet that either includes the song title or is based on it.
I’d love to see what you come up with!
#writingprompts#creative writing#storyideas#writers on tumblr#write#randomwriting#songinspired#writing exercise#writing fiction#short story#writing prompt
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hi! do u think you'll ever go back to writing endangered? It was my favorite story and i really miss the updates
Hi!
Thank you for the love for Endangered. I really love the story and do plan to continue and finish it. School and life just kind of took hold.
A little bit of a life update, but my grandmother passed away right after Christmas, and my aunt is disabled, so her care is now my and my fathers responsibility. Things are started to calm down now and find a new normal soI have time to write finally.
I may need to rewatch the movies to get back on track of the plot, but I am excited to post soon.
I really appreciate everyone’s patience and kind words I’ve received since starting this, it means the world ❤️
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Whumptober 2022 Masterpost
No. 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary: Whump fic & art
No. 3: Hair’s Breadth From Death: (TW for suicidal theme) Digital art & writing
No. 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls: Digital art
No. 24: Fight, Flight, or Freeze: Digital art
No. 26/27 No One Left Behind/Pushed to The Limit: Digital art
#whumptober2022#masterpost#whump community#I didn’t do very many this year#art#writing#randomart#randomwrites#suicidal character#blood#flashbacks#gun tw#medical experimentation#to be updated#if I do any other prompts#lady whump#female whumpee
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You find yourself sobbing. Crying your emotions out. Your thoughts racing in your head like always worrying about them. Meanwhile, Idia, watches your pain your suffering of these emotions. He has always been watching you. He’s seen your most private moments were you cry to yourself about someone he believes doesn’t deserve you at all.
He curses to himself when he sees you cry over some guy again that’s not worthy of your affection. Although Idia can’t speak since he’s never actually spoken to you at all. All he does is watch you and fawn over you and how perfect you are. He dreams of being able to talk to you or just to at least see your warm and calming smile in person not behind a screen. He envies your friends; How they can freely see your smiles up close. They can hold you when your down or be with you up close. Everything he wishes to do but he’s too fearful to do so. He’s getting tired of it really. He wants to do the same as them, he wants to hold you he wants to touch you he wants to tell you everything will be alright. But Idia can’t do that. He’s afraid.
Idia’s fears will be his undoing. They’re the very reason why he’s causing himself this pain. The fear of saying the wrong things and wrong thoughts. Over calculating everything and overthinking situations. All he can do is stare at the picture of you smiling that he’s saved.
As he silently cries himself to the land of dreams. Where he can caress your warm face with a tearful smile. What sweet dreams those are.
#idia x mc#angst#twisted wonderland#twst#imagine#idia shroud#randomwriting I wanted to try out#bad grammar
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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkDg4NE
by Randomwriter_hi
Sherlock loves John but does he know that? Does he even know what love is? Does John love him back? Are they gay for each other? They should be...
Words: 3210, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: John Watson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), (martin freeman), Sherlock Holmes, (benedict cumberbatch), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes
Relationships: Johnlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Additional Tags: its gay, Fluff, smut?, Johnlock is canon, John and Sherlock - Freeform, Sherlock is mentally unstable, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, John is bi, John Watson is a Good Friend, haha - Freeform, im dead, i think, this, Author Is Sleep Deprived, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, i think you might cry, I will, Im emotionally andmentally unstable
April 09, 2023 at 06:30PM
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I try to make Tuesday’s the days where I spent some time, even if it’s just a little time, writing. Some of you may already know this but I started a random writing blog about a year ago and have been keeping up with it as a fun creative project for myself ever since. It’s been a cathartic experience for me since I’ve always loved writing. And I’m a pretty broody artist as well who needs an outlet for a lot of my thoughts that sometimes isn’t just musical. So it’s been really good for me in this since too! Haha. The blog is just tons of dark, thought-provoking type prose, poems, haiku’s, random thoughts, etc. Lol. I have a goal of publishing a short collection of my haiku’s sometime this year once I write enough to make a little chapbook or something similar. We’ll see what happens. Lol. Anyways, this isn’t a promo for it by any means. Just kind of talking about how some of my Tuesday has been going and even though I’ve had a long week already and I’ve had a lot going on other than this today, it’s really nice whenever I can stick to my own goals and make things happen 🙌 I do have my blog linked in my bio under “writing blog” so if any of you feel like checking it out, feel free! I just posted a new poem today ✌️💻✨ . . . . . . . . . . . . #musiciansofinstagram #wordpress #analogvibes #wordpressblogger #wordpressblog #keyboard #studiovibes #atx #atxartist #musicstudio #synthesizer #inthestudio #tuesdaythoughts #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #moogdfam #artistlife #randomwriting #cinematicsynthwave #maestroeternal #electronicmusic #synthjam #poetsofinstagram #poetrylovers #composersofinstagram #composerlife #electronicmusician #audioengineer #synthvibes (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP0ncZvvGP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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DreamWeaver (An Example of Literary Nonsense at the Circus)
We wear the mask that grins and lies
And live in a world of our dreams
We have been here for a while now
Dreams slowly fading away
These smiles are plastered on to greet travelers
In a place that was once home
People don’t come as much
As they lose the magic of youth
Red and rusty rides wait for revival
As guest gather around a tearing striped tent
A faded red and white covering
Held together by desperation and a pinch of magic
Like a puppet we stand on the stage
Let's put on a show tonight
Following the orders of a ring master
That was never really there
A paradise of our imagination
Has become this decaying world of our dreams
The cracked brick roads sprout pale green weeds
And sharp vines coat the buildings walls
Living here in a dream
No longer brings you interest
For you have become blinded by reality
At the words that seemed to dance in the air
When I am here alone
I laugh crazily with no answers
Watch the buildings collapse and fall apart
Will you leave me here too?
Perhaps if we peel back our skin
We will reveal our dying souls
Pale, cold, and discarded
Our lifeless eyes hidden behind a mask
Beyond this world of dreams is a reality
Like a captain to his ship
There must be retribution
This place an escape from reality
Look at me through the slits of these eyes
At the humanity I have tossed away
I peel back the flesh and behold!
The truth I hid behind a grin
Carried by music we start to dance
Let's tear each other apart
Flames fall down from the sky
And this world begins to burn
We are at war again
Actors on a burning stage
Controlled by the man in the back
Who was never really there
We shall dance these sleepless nights away
And decay along with this place
A dream falling apart in our palms
With tears we hide behind a mask
#poem#freeverse#freeversepoetry#random#poetry#writing#randomwriting#randompoem#randomthoughts#magic#fantasy#childhood#insanity#mentalstate#confusion#bizzare
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"That's why I got my motto." Vivian just stared blankly at the clouds.
"Nothin' good really lasts."
Pepper sighed. She never was good at comforting people. But that doesn't mean she shouldn't at least try.
"Well, I think it comes in cycles."
Vivian looked back at her. "How so?"
"I mean. We met, right? You leaving must've been shitty, but we couldn't have met unless you did. Means sometimes it gets better, right?"
Vivian snickered a little. Pepper didn't understand what was so funny.
"Yeah. Thats true." Vivian gently put her arm over Pepper's shoulder. She leaned in without resistance.
They just watched the sun fade.
*Oh. She's never done this before. Maybe I should say something,* Pepper thought.
*I usually don't let people touch me. But for some reason...
I don't mind when its her.*
Pepper's tears fell onto the photograph. "Pepper! Pepper? You good?" Nateyo began yelling from downstairs. She realized she's been in bed for a lot longer than she thought.
Maybe she was right.
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Sunsets and past
Sunsets and past
I looked over the ocean as the sea waved goodbye to the shore and went to meet the sky.
Horizon; where the sky meets the sun but where was our horizon? You were the sky and I was the sea but there wasn’t a horizon in sight.
The sun found its way down to meet the sea, pulled down by guilt; drowning. The sun was so in love with the sea that the drowning was pleasant, it was beauty. Well, in love even the mightiest beings do anything to be with who they want whether it being drowning or falling.
I looked and yet again thinking if you so dearly loved me why would you not do anything to forgive me? If the sun can drown to meet the sea why can’t you overlooked some of my flaws? If you were so in love as you claimed to be why did you just let go of me? Why did you not forgive me.
A tear rolled down my cheek and fell on the sand which was thirsty for love. It was dry, wanting to be soaked by the love of the sea. But the water that the sea provided was only enough to satisfy the shore not the wide stretches of sand. Maybe the sea tried to reach all of the sand but couldn’t because it’s true love was always the sky.
Maybe I was just the sand to your sea while you waited for your sky.
Sand and sky were both infinite. They cant be measured but they can be felt. But yet the sea chose the sky this time.
Drowning sun,
Thirsty sand.
Both abandoned by the sea
Who was in love with the sky.
#sky#past#sunset#sand#lonely#broken#hurt#pretty#randomwriting#horizon#writers#2amwritings#sea#beach#beauty
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She sat on the balcony railing, looking off into the distance in the pale moonlight. The moon was illuminating the trees and city lights in the distance. Quietness.
Silence.
There was something missing, or someone rather. A missing warmth, a touch.
"Why are you out here alone?" A voice asks, one she dreamed up.
"I'm always alone. But it's not such a bad thing. The night is beautiful like this," she muses quietly, aloud to herself, looking up toward the stars above.
"Indeed, she is," the voice, getting closer now.
"Why are you here?" She asks, humoring herself.
"To keep you company, of course."
She smiles before frowning. She couldn't do this again.
"You're not even real," she sighs, the heartache settling in deep, an ache she'll always cling to. It somehow reminds her that she's still alive. Still experiencing enough to create something from nothing.
"I can be as real as you want me to be," the voice claims.
"You're another story in my head..."
The voice is right behind her now.
"It doesn't have to be," it whispers.
A small smile begins to form, and she says nothing else. Basking in the moonlight, it's minutes later when she turns around.
Reality sets in at the darkness behind her and no one is there.
"See," she whispers to herself, turning around, "In my head... It's only me here. You'll always be another story to write."
The daydreaming part of her begged to differ, that inner romantic.
Does it have to be another story?
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Random Writing Prompts
Just some random writing prompts! I love how one idea can lead to the next, to the next-into a whole new story. Try it! Pick a prompt and see where it takes you!
1. A highschool is really an entrance into a different world.
2. An airplane takes off, and after 45 minutes, no one hears from it again and there’s no trace of it anywhere.
3.A creature of the dark realizes there’s nowhere to hide.
4.A loving relationship in a world where no one knows what love is.
5.Fairies became extinct a century ago. The only evidence they were ever alive are the tales and stories. Right?
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Main Masterlist
Criminal Minds
Marvel
Twilight
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[From left to right: Anya, Wes, Ransom, Sean, and Rune.]
“Where The Path Leads”
Rating: Mature
This is a sequel to my story, “Not All Who Wander.”
Themes: Found family, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, and a dash of levity, smut and romance to balance it out.
Ch. 1
Ransom's tall frame was silhouetted against the fiery glow of the setting sun. He turned to his friends, fellow wanderers on this adventure they'd chosen. The faint glow of the campfire flickered across his ebony features.
"Another few days of travel should put us near the next town. I wonder if it might be a good place to spend the winter," he mused, looking up at the sky. "Autumn has been gentle so far, but it's always good to plan ahead." He used a long stick he held to poke the fire. It popped loudly, sparks floating upwards on the heated currents of air.
Wes curled an arm around Anya, giving her a squeeze before replying, "I'm honestly looking forward to staying put for awhile. I know, I know, you're speechless," he chuckled, one hand sweeping out in a broad gesture that encompassed them all.
Rune sat on an oblong stone, the red ends of her brown hair standing out more vividly in the dying light. She snickered at Wes and her hands gracefully formed her words. I'm not surprised, she signed, a wry grin lifting the corners of her mouth. Love has turned you soft.
"Me? Soft?" Wes protested loudly, then shrugged, leaning over to kiss Anya on the cheek. "Maybe you're just jealous," he responded, earning him an elbow in the ribs from his girlfriend.
Next to Rune, Sean's face grew hot, and he was glad no one was looking in his direction.
Rune fired back at Wes, Don't forget, I know where you sleep. She reached down to pull her knife partway out of its sheath, a challenge on her face. A small smirk peeked through, and Wes laughed.
"Come on, you two," Ransom said, grinning. "You can kill each other another day. Today is a good day for peace, right?"
Rune shook her head emphatically. No.
Anya dissolved into giggles.
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That night, Sean made himself comfortable on his bedroll next to Rune and Ransom. He was starting to grow accustomed to their new sleeping arrangements. It had been about three weeks since Anya had joined them in their journey, and she and Wes had their own shelter on the other side of camp. If he listened carefully, Sean could pick up the low hum of their hushed conversation.
Rune's even breathing told him that she was asleep, and Ransom seemed to be, too. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and another answered from further away. The sound of crickets chirping pulled a satisfied sigh from his lips. Turning over, Sean tried to get comfortable, frustrated when his prosthetic left arm seemed more in the way than usual. Blowing out a breath, he rolled to the other side. Idly, he watched the interplay of minor visual distortions from his optical prosthetic. Sometimes they were a nuisance; tonight, they were mildly entertaining. A thought fleetingly made his gut clench: he was going to have to eventually find a medical center that could perform maintenance on his prosthetics. They likely needed minor adjustments and repairs. He quickly tamped down that line of thinking and shut his eye.
Sleep was a long time in coming.
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Morning dawned with a definite chill in the air. Ransom was up early, a black leather jacket on, blowing on the embers to get the campfire going again. Rune emerged not long after, her hair touseled from sleep. Yawning, she stretched languidly and stepped closer to the fire. Pulling the buttons on her old wool coat closed, she greeted Ransom. Good morning.
"Morning, Rune," he answered, his eyes flicking back to the fire as he added another log. We leaving today? Or stay one more day? she asked. "Probably break camp and head out in a couple hours," he answered, brushing his hands together. She bumped one shoulder against him and teased, You're looking forward to a real bed, right? He chuckled. "Aren't we all? You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about it." She nodded, her hands still for a moment. It will be nice, but I don't like being stuck one place all winter.
"I hear you there. It can sometimes make one feel a little..."
Trapped, she finished for him. "Yes," he said, then gave her shoulders a squeeze with one arm. "We'll get through it, though, just like we do every year. Together."
Rune leaned against her friend, relishing the support. Together, she signed, nodding.
[Next Chapter]
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a letter to Elise
"Oh Elise, it doesn't matter what you do, I know I'll never get inside of you to make your eyes catch fire the way they should"
So little is known of Pansy Parkinson, he dreams, her vision, her philosophies, her passions; born into a so-called "pureblood" family, her loyalty to the Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy and so on, of course, she was aware of how much she was disliked by the other students, was she proud of the reasons? Well into a retrospective into her teenage years, of course, she was, looking forward to fitting in with the stereotypes her family and society had on her...and of course to get Draco's attention.
Now into adulthood, into maturity, into the selfless idea to fit, to mend things, she wasn't proud of what she had done. The reproducing thoughts of the so-well-called purity of blood, just made her ill "How could I still follow that Mama?" Pansy asked her mother holding her tears and looking at her green eyes "Elise... it is the way it should be, look at yourself dearest" Mrs Parkinson reached her daughter holding her face with her hands whipping away the tears that fell off her face "You are the daughter and heiress of a great wizard, who as many others fought to give his family recognition and a place among the greatest wizarding families; my darling one, you shouldn't be ashamed of what you are or what you have become, let's put it this way, it is in your blood" Pansy could only feel her body shaking as her mother spoke, she knew deep down it wasn't right, the trauma of seeing bodies all over Hogwarts just stalked her at nights. The emotions were too hard to explain, was it anger? fear? anxiety? sadness? "I know, what Papa did...but I was ruthless mamma, lied, hurt but whatever for? I am hated, taken for granted as the bully, as the typical Slytherin, elitist and the list goes on" Pansy cried "I am not asking for you to change, but to understand what I did was not right!" the youngest Parkinson screamed and put away her mother's hands "I can't live with it, everything that /they/ fought for made me see the reality, it is ludicrous to still hold on into that state of mind Mama" Mrs Parkinson just sat back into her chaise and sighed "What happened to my little girl? All that non-sense war had changed you, I have lost my only daughter." The senior Parkinson said as she looked away from her daughter's eyes.
"I'm sorry mother, I am getting a divorce and leaving as soon as possible to Scotland, I have nothing to do here if your decision is final " Pansy replied "Draco nor I want this absurd marriage, I am taking over my life and moving on from this" she sighed standing up and closing the door behind her putting all her hopes, memories and dreams into her suitcase and close to her heart, in the end, she knew it was right, to leave all behind and forgive herself. High hopes for her future relationship with her mother, for her to understand the greatness of her only daughter without a marriage, a bright witch that could move forward into her career.
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