#i havent written anything in ages

[marklikely]

its weird because ill watch a beloved movie from like the 70s or 90s and for the most part they hold up ok or only have 1-2 moments that didnt age well but then ill watch a 80s or 2000s movie and its like oh god the 80s/the 2000s.

#especially when it comes to how the women are written. #avpost #idk i dont want to say the 70s and 90s are perfect or anything crazy but they havent aged as badly as the following decades #or not even aged badly like this shit was not cool back then either but you know what i mean.

[twinnedpeaks]

thank you for your act of service, by salem m. s.

#i like this so please please dont let it flop #i havent been ok with anything ive written in afes #ages #words #writeblr #quotes #poem #poems #writing #writers #written #poetry #love poem #short poem #poets corner

[fairyhaos]

you guys i'm like. bored so look at my cool little vampire dude

#ive had sooooo many vamp hao thoughts for ages like it's actually insane #also insane that i havent written anything for it either #yena talks #minghao.svt

[epiaphany]

So there’s a bit of misinformation going around claiming that Taylor Swift is suing a college student for tracking her jet. This is not the whole story. While I’m the first to admit that Taylor Swift deserves to be criticized for multiple things (including her carbon emissions) this isn't necessarily one of them. Here’s what’s actually happening:

Meet Jack Sweeney. He's not a poor, young college student, which is what many media outlets would have you believe. He's an adult, with an estimated net worth of .5-3 billion, and made the 2024 Forbes 30 under 30 - Consumer Technology list. Notice how all headlines say that "Taylor Swift is suing this college student" to make it seem much worse than it is? It just simply fits their narrative better.

He was not (only) trying to make people aware of her carbon emissions, he was posting her real life location to his 80k followers on twitter. Technically, his twitter does say that his trackings have a 24 hour delay. But still, considering Taylor's many instances of stalking, this is understandably scary. Also, this is not only happening to Taylor herself, but to the people around her as well. Like what happened at Jack Antonoff's rehearsal dinner last year. (Not saying that this is Sweeney's fault, just explaining why Taylor's team would want to protect her and her friends from all kinds of stalking.)

It wasn't a lawsuit, it was a cease and desist. You can read the whole thing here. Yes, a cease and desist is typically followed by a lawsuit if ignored by the recipient, but it is still "just" a warning of potential future legal action.

Also, there has to be ways to track her carbon emissions without posting her location to thousands of people. I know that private jet flights are public information, but it is not easily accessible public information, and him posting her flights to his twitter does put her in a lot of extra danger.

Again, I'm not saying that she doesn't deserve criticism, or that her safety is the only motivation her team has for pursuing this. I'm sure they care about her image as well and don't really want the general public to know just how much carbon emissions she is responsible for. I just wish people would use their media literacy skills before spreading rumors.

(sidenote: I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes or if anything I said didn't make sense. I also know that I don't have all the details (feel free to add any information you have). It's late, I've been at work all day, and I have a headache that's killing me, but my stupid adhd brain won't let me focus on anything other than this so I just have to get it out of my system)

#taylor swift #i also havent written anything in english in ages so im a bit rusty

[cathalbravecog]

Tony Trapezoid Dama first digital design concept + reference !! They've been in the works for a while, it feels good to finally put that onto a digital drawing... Sorry about all the empty space on the canvas, RIP

This may be their ref for a while, but their design may still be a subject to change!! But for now, this is their design. (They still need to be drawn from their side and back view as it has some details you can't see from this angle.) (They also still need a suit name, but that doesn't worry me currently as they aren't even a C.O.G.S. INC. employee.)

Anyways, as you can gather from the image, they're the child of Belle! If someone has a grandchild, that means they have kids of their own, and Tony here is the OC for that! They're based on touch-tone telephones and radios... And also Touch Tone Telephone and other Neil Cicierega things. One thing you should know about me is that I love Lemon Demon references in my OCs,, (Has an OC universe based mainly on Lemon Demon)

They once were like every ordinary Suit, just with an interest for the unknown and telling stories - and letting others have their own stories be heard, giving others a voice. Their rather charming personality made them a great radio host! However, after the Toon invasion, they began hearing various conspiracies about them. Already having an interest in the supernatural, they began tying the Toons onto these various supernatural dangers and giving into their growing paranoia. Believing everything they've heard, (Which was a characteristic they've always had - believing almost any story told on their show), they only grew more isolated and their show devolved more into conspiracies of many kinds which turned off many listeners.

Seeing how much harm the Toons were causing to fellow Suits did not help either, in fact, it only strengthened their downfall. They grew more anxious over-all, and seemed more invested in their show and theories than going out. Despite all this, they still care about their family deeply and seem to do everything out of genuine concern and care. Though, they have seemed to stray away for the most part... Oh what would they do for the good ol' days...

Seeing that their mother and at least one of their children have joined C.O.G.S. INC. after, well... The whole Atticus incident - It shook them a little bit. Being so close to those Toons is DANGEROUS! However, as time went on... They took note of how well the two were doing. Even Collin seemed slightly more enthusiastic. Perhaps it's not as bad of an environment as they thought? Regardless, they keep an close eye in case of any tragedy they oh so dread.

#Btw. Tony and Collin being named after two DHMIS characters was NOT intentional #Tony came from wanting to have a short nice sounding 'T' name to follow along 'Trapezoid' (and 'T'ouch 'T'one Telephone) #and collin came from me... listening to Telephone by Lady Gaga. In my Spamton playlist. I realized the 'stop calling' part sounds bit like #'stop collin' and like... calling... collin... yes. perfect name for a telephone #eh i dont mind collin is my fav dhmis character and teacher (of course) #character design concept #oc concept #oc art #guz art #cog oc #Tony #toontown corporate clash #i dont know what fucking design tags i use on my art blog anyore so im gonna :skull: use a few here. #i need to organize my tags a bit better i apologize #SORRY if my writing is off i havent written anything proper in ages i usually go into joke writing halfway thru #i cant take myself seriously im scared of showing my writing to anyone oops. #also bilingual AND dyslexic . i feel like i have to explain this im a bit Insecure oopsies #in... several ways. (terrified of jugdement)

[rainydaysie]

Alistair pressed a kiss ever-so gently to her temple, and for a moment she felt his lip quivering as it departed. She turned and blinked up at him in a question, though he didn’t catch the look as he averted his gaze to the ground they both sat upon. A hand cupped against the boy’s right cheek and softly guided his gaze back towards his lover.

“What’s the matter? I don’t taste awful, do I?”

He grinned sheepishly and leaned forward, briefly connecting their lips in a peck. The firelight illuminated the tent flap, giving vague insight to the figures moving about the camp.

“Not at all, love, I’m afraid I’m just a bit… lost in thought, is all. Apologies.”

The elven mage quirked a brow in suspicion and patted the cheek she’d been cupping, moving her hands down to grasp his own instead.

“Thinking about something other than this steamy moment we’re sharing? I can’t believe you,” she teased him, but there was something so tender behind her voice. Alistair recognized that she was asking him what was wrong, and not poking fun at him for being emotional. It had taken some time to get used to the taste of his own medicine, but he’s practically an expert now.

“What happens after the fact, do you think?” He began, lightly squeezing the hands that securely held his own, “what happens after we save Ferelden, and everything’s calm again? What do we do with our lives, what with the little we’ll have left to spare? I-”

His head hung low and he once again lost the ability to meet Fox’s eyes.

“I can’t give you the long, comfortable life you deserve,” he continued, “I can’t give you many sunsets on the porch, I will never know what you look like grey and fragile. I want to be fragile with you.”

As Alistair’s shoulders shook as he choked on his own tears, he was surprised to hear a quiet chuckling noise coming from Fox. He looked up, startled, to be met with the smiling and yes, indeed laughing elf. “Al-,” they start, getting interrupted by a short burst of giggles. Alistair releases their hands and winces softly.

“Wha- I pour my heart out to you, and you just–” but he is cut off by a hand covering his mouth. He gives a muffled, exasperated noise just as Fox’s giggling faded. A smile lingered on their face, though, as they continued.

“Alistair Theirin. You are by far the goofiest, most chivalrous, bravest and stupidest man I know.”

What the hell?

He felt his hands grabbed once again, this time more tightly, matching the sudden firm look in Fox’s eyes.

“I do not give a Maker’s fart about living a comfortable life. I don’t care to see you grow old, and I don’t care to sit on a porch as we die slowly and peacefully. Look at me.”

He does.

“That’s all I need. For you to be looking at me right here, right now. I have never cared for the future, and I don’t intend on starting anytime soon. You’d feel guilty about my stew being cold even if I were the one to leave it out all night.”

Fox gave him a look as he opened his mouth, either to agree or argue, and he closed it just as quickly. So she continues.

“I want you to kiss me now, and enjoy it right now. Don’t worry if my lips will chap, or be sore, or if you’ll leave a mark on my neck. I don’t care.”

There was nothing left for either of them to say. At least, it didn’t seem Fox had anything to say as quickly as they kissed him. Hungrily, drinking in the feeling of it like he was water. Warm hands met her waist and pulled her into his lap as they kissed as though there was no tomorrow; and maybe there wouldn’t be.

#alistair theirin #alistair dao #dragon age #dragon age alistair #dragon age surana #dao surana #dragon age origins #writing #writing in the rain #EXTREMELY self indulgent #i know the format is confusing #it’s just how i write #i hope yall like :P #havent written anything in YEARS

[genjipegger]

GENCIO — SILENCE

summary : it's not every day that lúcio finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

short gencio smut drabble featuring a small handful of kinks.

18+/PUBLIC/TRANS LÚCIO

this short fic is relatively old, and stolen from my ao3, but i wanted to post something so i decided to just throw this out there!

Lúcio’s hands are pressed firm and flat to the wall, back bent to curve his spine beautifully into the steady grasp of cybernetic digits. Oh, how he got himself in this situation, he does not know.

It started as every other mission, the ordinary, the usual. Lúcio had heard of Genji, though never met him in person. Steam had hissed from the sliding door, Athena’s voice a loud overhead beckon to attack. Yet, all Lúcio’s wallriding skills were good for was locating Genji. The second they laid eyes upon each other, it had been settled, and the DJ was fully, entirely captivated. As was the looming ninja on the enemy team. Inseparable, in love. Lúcio didn’t even hesitate to let Genji grab him by the wrists and drag him off from the horrors of battle that continued to rage on behind them. In that moment, nothing mattered, nothing but the sweet caress of his hands and the lull of his accented voice.

Genji’s hips rock against his ass, and he trembles, breathes hard at the cybernetic cock that pushes slowly yet deeply inside of him, the cyborg glued to his back, securing him by the waist. Had it not been for those strong, nimble palms, Lúcio was sure he would have already collapsed. He’s slow and sweet, taking his time, drawing out shy cries from the quivering musician. Every delicate thrust of his hips elicits another moan, Lúcio’s thighs quaking against the steady rock of cybernetic enhancements.

“You feel so good,” a Japanese voice murmurs directly behind his ear, soft and sultry, “you’re taking me so well, Lúcio.”

Footsteps approach, fade, then increase in number. Genji groans, doubles his efforts, ramming his cock deep inside of the hole that takes him so eagerly. Slick pools from where their bodies interject, gradually forming a milky white puddle on the ground. Every time the cyborg pushes back into him, it happens with a lewd, wet sound, Lúcio tightening around him ever so slightly. The DJ curls a hand over his mouth, digs his trimmed fingernails into his skin, presses his palm to wet lips to muffle his ecstatic pleas. Despite his efforts, he is still incredibly loud.

“Shhh.” Genji coos in a guttural growl behind him, scarred lips finding the side of his neck in light, loving kisses. Kisses quickly turn to teeth and tongue, the cyber-ninja working effortlessly to mark him all whilst Lúcio does his best not to make a peep. The ruthless stretch of Genji’s pounding cock certainly isn’t helping, but he cannot find it in himself to complain.

“Genji..” He moans desperately into his palm, eyebrows knitting in a deep furrow over his soft, dark, round eyes. The knot in his stomach pulsates ever so threateningly- as does Genji’s girth between his walls. He grows louder, whiny and frantic, body rocking back against that of the cyborg. The voices that linger behind them slowly disappear altogether, and Genji heaves out a breath, forcing his hips hard against the small man beneath him.

“That was close..” He murmurs, tugging Lúcio impossibly closer by the waist. His thrusts grow erratic and sloppy, no longer caring to draw out the moment. All he wants is to fuck Lúcio to completion.

The vocal DJ notices, and grips the wall with his free hand, releasing the suffocating press over his lips with a loud, relieved moan. The second the presence of people fades, he picks up tremendously in volume, body rocking in fervor in time with Genji’s thrusts, crying and wailing in lewd moans and desperate whimpers. “Genji, I’m so close..”

Genji’s eyes lift, scan the side of his face, then inevitably light up. “You gonna cum for me, my sweet kaeru?” The nickname rolls off his tongue without so much as a second thought, and he moans, growling under his breath as he feels the way Lúcio clamps down on his cock.

“Yes, oh Genji- yes!” Lúcio pants, lips parted as he turns his head sideways to gaze back at Genji, who meets his longing eyes almost instantly. For but a fraction of a second, time seems to still around them, focusing on nothing but the passionate thrill of their bodies locking together in such a dangerous array. Genji finds he cannot hold on for much longer, either.

“Fuck, Lú.. In or out?”

“Please, please inside..”

The cyborg needs not another plea of encouragement. He grips onto Lúcio tight, fucks him so hard against the wall that he starts to press him against it, his body locked between the merciless thrusts of the cyborg and the bricks at his face. All it takes for the DJ is one calculated brush of Genji’s cock inside of him for him to break, the knot in his stomach tipping over to result in what had to be one of his strongest orgasms in a very long time. Stars momentarily dance in his vision as his eyes tip into the back of his skull, releasing all over the stretch of Genji’s cock with a loud cry of his name. Every part of him winces and quivers, and the sight alone is plenty for the cyborg. With Lúcio clamping down on his pulsating girth, he too reaches his end, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of thick cum paint the insides of Lúcio’s pussy.

Heat explodes in his stomach, and the musician mewls, slowly beginning to go slack in Genji’s grasp. He feels full, spent, and exhausted. Genji’s cock throbs lazily inside of him as he rides out his climax, and it takes all of the cyborg’s strength to keep him upright.

“Oh, dear. How am I going to get you back to your team like this?”

#overwatch #overwatch2 #gencio #overwatch lucio #overwatch genji #genji shimada #lucio correia dos santos #fanfic #drabble #overwatch fanfic #overwatch drabble #short fic #writing #writer #idk what this is guys #the writing is very minimal and outdated i havent written anything in ages

[littlelcvestory]

i'm not even sure if anyone remembers anymore

but i have not touched my wesper romeo and juliet au in months and im really tempted to just delete the already posted chapter and completely rewrite it. is that a good idea. because i think i might

#i havent written anything in ages oh my god #but i really miss my wesper au #i miss wesper #wesper #fanfic #wesper fanfiction #six of crows

[cherry-treelane]

thats exactly why she went for him

#like lets be real it was pretty obvious too #cause the show made it a point to emphasise their roughly 20 year age gap at times #he was closer to franks age than her age #i genuinely believe him being a recovered addict and older drew her in because all she ever wanted was for frank to recover #ive already written about this before but its drafted for now because i havent finished compiling my thoughts 💯 #theres a scene where he gives her money when she really needs it and she looks so happy and starts laughing a little like a little girl #and its like...frank never did that for her. her father never had the money when she needed it. she couldn't rely on him for anything. #so this is a big deal for her. stability... reliability.. recovered addict who can love her and comfort her and take care of her. yeah.

[aabaacuus]

misc jazzpunk doodles (warning for A Lot Of Blood under readmore...)

#was thinking abt writing a fic based off of the last thingy but i havent written .. anything in like. ages so idk if it would be good #polyblank #the editor #jazzpunk #tw blood #digital #finished art #<- finished enough at least. #sketch

[lohstandfound]

Had a brief thought about Jake in my tomb raider au...

How does Jeremy have a connection with japan-based fashion mogul Chloe and her rival/high ranking gang leader Madeleine?

Jake, of course

#lohst.txt #tomb raider au #this is ridiculous lol #i havent written anything for this in ages #i don't even remember if i jad established any relationships other than stagedorks #and whatever dustin and Rich have going on

[smokedcapybara]

Me, who literally just sweeps for a living: ah nice the weekend I can rest and hopefully engage in some hobbies

Mom, who spends all day almost every day at home just sitting on her phone: could you sweep the apartment?

#like #yeah sweeping used to bw my favorite chore #back when I was the one staying at home and mom was the one paying the bills #and I hadn't spent Months sweeping for several hours every weekday #im literallt struggling with my JOB cause ive started Hating sweeping #im reaching sweep burnout #on top of it making my chronic pain worse #she'll do like the bare minimum while me and my bro are working and then give us a list of chores to do on our days off #we're paying the bills we're paying for food we're paying for anything she buys herself on a fucking whim #i literally spent five hundred dollars on Her trip to a music festival last month #im SLEEPING IN A CLOSET so she can have a bedroom #LITERALLY #im so tired and im wearing thin #i havent written or seriously drawn in ages #i haven't watched my shows or read new books #i just wake up and try desperately to have enough energy to go to work and then i come home and lose myself for the rest of the day #weekends are torn between resting to have more energy next week so hopefully itll be better or using the time to do the rhings i love

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting

Character: Panacea

Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.

But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?

The world becomes the hunter then.

Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.

It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.

He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.

It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.

He's exhausted.

Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?

He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Panacea #whumptober day 10 prompt: alt #oh lookie here another oc appearance that i havent at all spoken anything about #am gon see if i can give lil info bout him in the tags without flooding it #so panacea isnt human aight? he's like... a typa supernatural being which is an og species of mine that i cant talk bout in tags #cuz ill be flooding the tags so ill talk bout that in a diff post #but he adult. i didnt put the age cuz he... well he cant rlly keep count of his age with no memories tbf #he was around 20+ when he got turned to that and stopped being human #yall i gotta be real with ya i have barely written anything for this boy yet im pulling this out through my ass like i got nothin #but i love how pan is attached to fairytales and childrens stories and i tried to get the snippet to reflect that by using more #simple words? while sprinklin a couple not so simple words yaknow? yaknow? am i explaining this well enough?

[ghosts-of-love]

need someone to sit on my shoulder and badger me i've got so many nearly finished wips but do I work on them with any consistency?? no I do not

#i think im scared to post properly for the first time in ages #havent written anything for tqatd in months so im focusing on writing whatever springs to mind #which has lead to another au and two fics set in canon #someone encourage me to actually do something with them #bbc ghosts

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

My words- Power, Lust, Intelligence

Sedate me in your Lust,

Let it shimmer through,

Claws sinking sweetly,

Into the last of my Intelligence,

Only then my friend,

Can we truly discuss,

The Power of what I will do for you.

#i havent written anything kinda poetic in ages #flexing the old writing muscles #personal #amber writes #sweater writes

[justsittinhere]

thinking about seb and blake and how sebastian was too traumatised, depressed and unstable after avada fiasco and blake too immature and power hungry and self absorbed to form healthy relationship so when they eventually start dating in year 6 its pretty much very codependent and a trauma bond.

and then they split at the end of school because its too much to handle and blake is still too self absorbed and when sebastian doesnt get better (because he doesnt get proper help) and becomes jumpy and even more depressed and soemtimes spirals into secondguessing everything and everyone around him (abadonment issues and shit), hes no longer Exciting.

and blake just goes on travelling and studying magic because he wants to learn Everything there is meanwhile sebastian is left to handle his shit on his own. and he does eventually, and in a way maybe its for the best with how the mere presence of blake was so soothing that hed convince himself everything was fine and he didnt need anyone else (everything was not fine) and hed never get out of that mindest with him around because its hard to see all the crap youve gotten yourself into when youre right in the middle of it.

and while they care for eachother deeply they have a lot of growing up to do and its the best for both of them to figure things out separately. without influencing and enabling one another as they did since they first met, because relationship built on rivalry is never healthy in the end, because there always in this need to one up eachother, deep down, driving you without you even realising.

and then its years later and they only keep contact by letters but nothing else, blake travelling the world to another fuckwhere because he got a hint about some magic he didnt study Yet and sebastian teaching defense against dark arts because he, better than most people, knows what it does to the person. not only the victim, but also a caster. doing the best he can to protect his students from the path he stepped on years ago and will forever regret now. he wouldnt wish that fate on anyone.

and then theyre Men, closer to 30 by now and sebastian has another class in an hour, walking through some corridor to fetch some props for the next lesson and suddenly he hears "sallow" echoing through that hall. he frowns because nobody calls him by hist last name??

"excuse me?" he turns around, hint of irritation in his voice.

"youre excused" a man is grinning at him and it takes sebastian a second to recognise him. hes taller and mature now, dressed in some facy leather adventurer rig, but with the same curly black hair and provocative twinkle in the eyes. and the burn scar on the face, he could never forget the scar. he caressed it so many times he can almost feel the texture on his fingertips.

"blake" he mutters. "what are you doing here?" watching him as he steps closer. still smiling.

"visiting" blake offers. fond look on his face and it hits sebastian just how much he missed him despite everything. "professor" and there it is. the snark.

"shut up--"

"it suits you" he interrupts. softer, genuine.

there are feelings they have to sort through. awakened from the deep slumber of the past years. but later, theres much catching up to do first.

the class will be pleased, there was supposed to be a test today but instead theyre getting an improv lecture from professors old friend. and maybe a little show, a duel, for old times sake.

a proper hogwarts welcome.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #blake thorne #i care them #sometimes you have to turn a rant into a fic halfway through and there is nothing you can do about it #havent written anything in ages #so #be nice to me