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threewordusername · 2 days

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if it makes you feel better,

i don't have to drag myself

to work today.

if it makes you feel better,

you truly do help me understand

that which i've been running from.

if it makes you feel better,

i don't and would never regret

losing sleep over it.

if it makes you feel better,

i truly believe you can become

the person i see in you.

it hurts to hear you feel guilty.

sure, you can take my share

of the blame,

but only

if it makes you feel better.

"twilight hours."

d.b.a

it doesn't.

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inkwell-chronicles · 18 hours

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In the quiet depths of solitude, we often find the loudest echoes of our true selves.

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pentuppen · 2 days

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#fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #ao3 writer #bg3 fic #fanfic writer #tumblr writers #making stupid memes instead of writing

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phoebepheebsphibs · 8 hours

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I can actually see misa possibly haunting Mikey, not out of malice of any kind but because she hadn’t been gone for very long and hadn’t instantly moved on when he suddenly showed up. She’d probably feel so guilty that she left him that was and that he had to be the one to find her

Hamato ghostie

Mikey lays on his bed. It is day three. He hasn’t moved.

His family comes in to bring him food at mealtimes.

April tries to get him to go outside, exercise, dance, do something requiring movement.

Karai asks him when he wants to try practicing with his mystic powers again. He always says he’s tired.

‘Phael lets him use his plushies for hugs when he isn’t around.

DvD does his best to talk things over with him, but Mikey rarely talks back.

Leon pesters him the most, trying to get him to eat or move or talk or do something other than wallow and lay in bed and rot away.

But nothing helps.

So Mikey is alone again tonight, three days after Misa’s death.

His dinner is sitting cold on the bedside table. He’s picked at it, but he isn’t hungry. His appetite has shrunken these past few days. Every time he tries to eat, he thinks of the birthday cake he got for her, and his stomach turns.

He hugs his pillow close to his chest, flexing the friendship bracelet he made for his dearly departed sister across his fingers.

“Mikey…”

He doesn’t turn. He doesn’t want another talk about how he can’t let himself waste away… he knows they’re right, but he doesn’t have the energy to do anything right now. He just twirls the braided orange and pink thread between his fingers…

“You gotta get up sometime, buddy.”

“Don’t wanna…” he mumbles. “Too tired.”

“Probably because you haven’t eaten all day,” the voice says, coming closer and messing with the plate. “Come one, just one bite? For me?”

“It’s cold now.”

“I wonder how that happened… Mikey, I’m sorry that you’re feeling this way, but you can’t just—“

“I know!” he argues, pressing his face into the pillow. “I know, I know! She wouldn’t have wanted this, I get it! But… but it… hurts too much…”

“…I’m so sorry, Mikey,” the voice says quietly, as a gentle hand strokes his head. “I never meant to hurt you like this.”

“What do you mean, hurt me—“

Mikey turns over. His eyes pop.

She’s standing there. Here. Now. How? She… she…

She’s all glowing green and stuff. She’s… a Hamato spirit?

“…Misa…?” he asks weakly.

“In the flesh!” she says with a wink. “Except, not really… well, you know what I mean. Oh, hey!”

She reaches over to Mikey’s hand and pulls away the bracelet. It fits over her wrist, slowly glowing green as well.

“Wow, is this for me?” she asks. “It looks just like my old one! Did you make this?”

“I… uh… b-birthday…” is all he can manage.

“Oh,” she says softly, realizing. “…I’m sorry I couldn’t open it before. It’s the perfect gift, Mikey.”

She reaches down and holds him in a gentle embrace. Mikey can feel her. She’s real… she’s… she’s real!

He throws himself onto her, sobbing hysterically as he does all he can to keep her with him.

“Don’t go!” he begs, sobbing so hard he can’t catch his breath. “D-don-n’t l-l-leave me a-ag-g-gain! D-don’t — hic — don’t g-go away — hic — ple-ease!”

“I’ll stay for a little bit,” she promises. “But I’ll have to go eventually.”

“No!” he screams, tightening his grip. “Y-y-you can’t — hic — can’t! You can’t — hic — you can’t leave me again!!”

“Mikey, sunshine,” she coos, rocking him back and forth. “You may not always see me, but I never leave you. You might not always feel me, but I’m with you. Even ghosts have to go home sometimes, too!”

“But n-n-not yet!” he begs, rubbing his face into her shoulders and chest. “Please? Stay?”

“I’ll stay if you eat something and promise to get better,” she compromises. “You don’t want to end up like me just yet, y’know!”

Mikey whimpers and squeezes her even tighter.

“Too soon?” she chuckles nervously.

Mikey manages to finish his plate and talk for a while with Misa before he eventually tuckers out and falls asleep. Misa kisses his head and takes the bracelet before vanishing…

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#i cried again babe #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt misa #rottmnt angst #until i found you #until i found you au #rottmnt until i found you #ficlet #short story #tumblr asks #tumblr writers

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n-ehpamoi · 14 hours

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What is a roaring sea, to me, when my ears are filled, already, with the heinous cacophony of the memory of you?

Tell me, how am I supposed to hear or do a thing, while the apparition of our love stands screaming, angry, into my ears--

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ramen-writes · 2 days

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You know that random minor character who has bad luck the entire time for no reason?

Whether it's dropping your ice cream or having the villian destroy your car.

Well that's you. And you're sick and tired of it.

What do you do?

#tumblr writers #tumblr writing community #writing inspiration #writers #writing #writing prompts #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writeblr #ao3 writer #what do you do?

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peaceishim · 2 days

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And one day you came, and your sunshine pierced right through my clouds.

-A.S.

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splattered-ink · 2 days

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I drown beneath the waves of words I will never say.

#poetry #lit #writing #words #literature #writeblr #writing blog #poetry blog #fragments #creative writing #tumblr writers #poem

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reidiot · 11 months

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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

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bihudson · 5 months

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Siempre que tengo el corazón roto, vengo a Tumblr.

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threewordusername · 6 hours

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i will never forget

to

say it:

i love you all

and i hope, even if

you might not see

these words,

you know;

i will always

be here for you.

"interwoven."

d.b.a

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inkwell-chronicles · 2 days

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Writing prompt: In a world where memories can be bought, sold, and traded like commodities, you stumble upon a hidden cache of forgotten memories with the power to change everything.

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angelasscribbles · 3 months

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The Feral Writer lol

Writers Corner

#Writeblr #Writing community #Writing humor #Writers corner #Writers life #Writers #Writerscommunity #Writing #Writer #Creative writing #Fiction writing #Female writers #Tumblr writers

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liesandnights · 6 months

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My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they're braver than me.

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itsbansheebitch · 3 months

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"Character doesn't act traumatized"

The flaw with the criticism of "this character isn't acting traumatized, you need to show how this event changed them" is that a lot of people experience EXTREME traumatic events and think it's normal. Their behavior might change in subtle ways, but they mostly just continue with their life.

This is especially true in children/young characters. See example here:

#on writing #writers #writer #writing #creative writing #novel writing #story writing #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writer things #writing community #writeblr #tumblr writers #writerscommunity

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jgmartin · 11 months

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me, after clearing my schedule to write:

uhhhh it was raining... and dark (and also night) and um... cold i guess?? anyway, something dramatic~ happened

me, stuck in traffic on my way to work:

Rain tumbled through midnight leaves, casting the forest in liquid moonlight. A low growl shook the horizon. Death had come.

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