#i writ i write i wrote

[wordsofbz]

I feel homesick for the person I can depend on, the one who will be my emotional support, my rock, my safe haven. I long for someone who will make me feel protected, someone I can run to on bad days, someone who will be my warmth and comfort. I yearn for someone who will love me unconditionally, despite knowing my flaws, someone I can cry to without fear of judgment. I crave someone who will be my light in the darkness, someone who will help me conquer my inner demons, someone who will give me the courage to face the world. I seek someone who will accept my dark side, even when I struggle to accept it myself, someone who won't make false promises. I dream of someone who will stand up for me, someone who will help me believe in love and fairytales again, someone who will help me heal my trust issues. I'm searching for someone I can call home.

@wordsofbz

#spilled poetry #alone in the dark #fake love #literature #loveforyou #poetry #love poem #poetryclub #poetryinmotion #poetryslam #writting #writers block #written #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #writers and poets #dead poets society #poetic #poem #poets on tumblr #i wrote this #writerscommunity #tumblr writers #writer problems #the tortured poets department #loneliest #love is blind #homestuck #tumblrpost

[yan-ghost-yan]

Y’all don’t know me at ALL but a fun fact about me is that I LITERALLY hate myself with burning passion.

Now taking that into account, imagine if König has you set up in front of a mirror while he uses his massive fingers to bring you to the edge over and over again but won’t let you actually hit that high UNTIL you give yourself a genuine compliment.

“Come on der schatz, look at how pretty you look all f*cked out and drenched for me, just think how good it’ll feel once you do as you’re told” at this point you’re a whining begging mess. Your half lidded eyes rake over your spread out frame in the mirror as König starts to move his fingers in and out of you even faster.

In the end you’re just a crying mess because fuck are you sensitive, and you can’t take much more of his rough fingers running through your folds. Unfortunately your immense self hatred just won’t let you say anything nice about yourself at all, because in your mind you can’t even fathom how König isn’t repulsed by how you look. In the end nothing went his way and you ended up in bed hugging a pillow crying your trauma out because fuck…..why can’t you just be nice to yourself for even a minute.

#imagine #tw selfhate #writing #könig cod #yandere x reader #yes please #i wrote something #my writting #smut #mdni

[marsgalaxias]

if you like friends to lovers yearning here's a little writing piece I did

'I frequently have such vivid, realistic dreams where my brain throws together what I call a perfect little mind salad. The perfect person. Someone caring, gentle, funny, soft, sweet. When I wake up, there’s this terrible, terrible feeling in my chest. That perfect person is torn from me, and I’m left with the bitter reality that no, no one has loved me like that. I spend all day reflecting and mourning that dream, that person. What hurts the most is the fact that I cannot see their face after I wake up, I can barely recall it once I stir. And so I mourned for someone I never knew, who never lived.

Last night felt like one of those dreams. So perfect that I was scared that as soon as I left the moment, I would never return. I’d wake up in my bed and realize that no, they did not exist, and I was truly losing my mind. But I woke up today and I went to school, and there they were, in the flesh. For once there was no need for a funeral.

I don’t typically connect well with people. I’m able to get an instant sense when I’ve run into someone who I know I will get along with. It was like that with them, that intuitive feeling that this stranger who I tracked down on the internet would be important. I just wanted to acquaint myself with people who would be in my class, and they happened to be one of the first I stumbled upon.

Even more rarely do I feel that I am completely alone with someone. Very rarely do I block out everything else but the person I’m with. But with them, that’s exactly what happened. Nothing existed outside of the now, in those moments. I can still recall the fine details, the way their messy hair flipped about in the wind, the green boxed flannel they wore, the rings on their hands as they gripped the steering wheel, the soup they ordered from panera, what songs they softly played in the background.

I will be honest, I was not picturing a small bridge when I imagined what we would get up to that day, rather a dock. However, that's still eerily similar. How it lined up so perfectly. I shot a few polaroids, and then I sat back and we chatted. But there was still so much distance between us. I hate it, the way I’m so eager for their presence. So I laid down, knowing it was only natural for them to follow. Slowly, as the sun sank further, we grew closer. I have never had the chance to meet someone so genuine, honest, open. From a foot apart, to shoulder to shoulder, my legs eventually bent up and resting against theirs, absentmindedly fiddling with their hands while they felt mine. By the time we had to leave, I found our faces only inches apart. And they curved a hand around my cheek, holding me like I was paper, like I was too delicate to truly grasp, lest they harm me, but they had to keep me from blowing into the breeze.

It was too early for a kiss, and I think we both knew that, but I think we both dearly craved for our flesh to connect. Their thumb brushed my lips, the closest they could get to them now. When we finally pried ourselves from the wooden boards, I clung to them. They clung to me. I was so scared to let go, to let this energy go. I was scared to wake up.

I’ve rewound the film in my head, over and over. I played it while I muttered my choir lyrics, while my English teacher droned on, while my friend babbled about some dumb assignment. I’ve found myself reaching my hand up to my face, to re-feel what they felt, because I am too scared to love them like that openly. I wish I wasn’t, but I’m so scared. Scared that I’m wrong, that they don't actually care that much, that I’m being tugged along by someone who will discard me in the end, because words seem to mean shit to anyone else. Time after time of being left by people who I would have died for, I’m so scared to go through that all again. To plan more funerals.

I’m so deep into this already. I’ve lost my appetite. I’ve lost sleep. I’ve lost focus. I have been infatuated with people before, but it’s never been this bad. I wonder how they would feel, knowing all that I’m going through because on that bridge I refused to sit how friends sit.

“And I know you’re scared, well I’m scared too, but everytime I try to make lunch for someone else, in my head I end up dreaming of you. And you come to me, good morning,” you sang as I weaved my hand through the wind out the window. You’d sworn that the chorus was good, to be patient, and apologized if it was a song I disliked. Now I sit here and I play it on loop, because as I write, the film is becoming blurry. I’m scared I’m waking up like I thought I would. And you’re off playing with your friends, and I know I shouldn’t panic, I know I shouldn’t rotate around you, but I can’t keep my mind off of it. I’m so scared that if I don’t keep watching the film, I’ll lose it. And so I’m still watching. I’m still watching us tip toe around the topic we both are internally begging to discuss. I’m watching us silently explore how the other person makes us feel. I’m watching someone touch me with one of the purest forms of love I think I have ever experienced. I’m watching a dream.

But it’s not, and I know that, but it may as well be. We’ll never discuss it, especially not at school. This tightrope we’re walking is very, very fine. I tremble with each step, and you hold me as if to promise I won’t fall, but we don’t say a word to each other.

“I get lost, I freak out, you come home and hold me tight as if it never happened at all.”

Can you sense my desperation? My fear?

“Show me the place where he inserted the blade.”

Perhaps that’s a story for another star gazing session.

“Good morning.”

Good morning. Am I still dreaming?'

(the song referenced is The Place Where He Inserted The Blade by Black Country, New Roads)

#based heavily and completely on a true story #this made my friends cry #which makes sense I was crying while I wrote it #but yeah im falling apart as we speak in case that wasnt clear #friends to lovers #friends to more #yearning #writing #writblr #free write #writting #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #dark academia writing #darkacademia #dark academia #dark academia vibes #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academic aesthetic #dark academism

[riddharoykarmakar]

And then he said 'What do you want? Want to leave me?'

All that I could say was, 'No.'

All that I wanted to say was, 'have you gone fuckin crazy? Don't you know that everyday what motivates me utmost to wake up is to receive that stupid 'Good morning Rid❤️' message from you. How the fuck am I supposed to live without, you telling me 'I love you Rid' numerous times a day. I get oxygen when you say 'hehe ik I'm crazy, crazy in love with you!' how did you say so easily that I wanted to leave you? You're my everything. How can I leave you? How can I live if I leave you? You think you're crazy in love with me and I'm not? If I don't show, it doesn't mean that I don't love. I can't leave you!!! I just can't.... '

~Riddha

#riddha #him #love #emotions #heart #love academia #romantic academia #writers of tumblr #original writing #writting #writers #i wrote this #writer #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity

[stellarwaffles]

You know those soulmate aus where if you write/draw something on your arm it’ll show up on your soulmate’s too?

#lego ninjago #lego ninjago kai #lego ninjago jay #jay walker #plasmashipping #lego ​ninjago soulmates au #so ive been thinking about soumate aus this week #i saw this very clearly in my head so i had to draw it #jays writting him poetry. kais not reading it #theyre too busy running a blacksmith shop #thats the longest thing kai writes to jay pre s1 #he has one pen + its been dying for 4 years now but he cant buy a new one bc any money he makes needs to be spent on food #they cant even tell jay that bc itd use up too much ink #i wrote the words on jays arm w my left hand so itd be realistically bad (im right handed) #bc like. how often would kai be writting stuff? hes running the shop all day #i hc kais ambidextrous btw. not really important just a hc i have #stellarart ♡ #ninjago kai

[cestacruz]

Mmm Jeanne

#servants cant learn new stuff (i'll talk about jalter in a second) therefore #jeanne shouldnt know how to read or write #we actually Dont get a confirmation that she can do those things in summer 3. because the book that jalter thought jeanne wrote #was actually Her own book #jeanne works with marie. maybe she comes up with the ideas and does rough drawings that marie would be Delighted to bring to life #marie reads to jeanne is my image #jalter taught herself how to read and write and i think that was possible because of the unstability of her existence #if you try to teach jeanne how to read and write it will stick for a second but if like idk 15-20 min pass she would likely find herself #unable to read again and her writting to be suboptimal #she can sign her own name ofc thats historical #she can recite the bible from memory iirc #i love jalter's ability to be her own person even if it comes with the fact that she is very much. an ephemeral dream #like her FCKING SKILL IS CALLED. #WHY MUST YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS FGO #anyway. now jeanne again but physical #oughhh thank u for the support in the tags when i said jeanne should have self image issues because she looked different in life #i hadnt fully talked bout it i just went with hair but yeah. i need to check again because im pretty sure her body wasnt Suuuper different #but i just gotta confirm #but im just so i love the idea of her just not liking the way she manifested abd not knowing Why she manifested like that #when there are Countless depictions of her with her short brown hair #sieg looks to the side whistling (its not his fault but he knows the pseudo servant part #and its probably a mix of . fate apocrypha's manifestation and of how some people imagined jeanne looked like #but it still upsets her #not that she'd ever complain to people #you can probably get it out of her tho #unrelated and only to those who reached this far: im thinking of a singularity set in 15th century orleans in the Middle of the hundred year #war. but the difference aint “oh jeanne d'arc came back to life evil” rather than “there seems to be a battle here where it shouldnt and oh #my god is that jeanne- oh god jeanne d'arc fucking died-- #and chaldeas has to try and fix the war without living breathing jeanne d'arc #actually thats not the middle of the 100yearwar but yknow what i mean. also haha jk unless...

[wereh0gz]

Me posting abt wanting a sonic lore book from sega made me want to write a lore doc for my ocs

#ramblings #oc posting #this can go in that tag ig #i mean i already wrote one for my furry ocs #tho it's less abt the world they live in and more abt what they are ig #like the company that made them and why they were made and like their anatomy and stuff #i wanna do one for eterna too. this one more abt the world and the ppl in it #bc my furry ocs basically live in future earth that also just so happens to have anthro animals living amongst humans like it's normal #not much lore i can give abt the world bc it's mostly the same as ours #eterna tho? ooooohh man now there's a lot of lore i can go into there #they got gods and shit. a bunch of different sapient species with different cultures #a looming darkness slowly killing the world and a bunch of monsters tied to it #and of course the world has a different history than ours #and since i already kinda did one with my furry ocs i know i love writting lore #and i'm much less likely to just. get stuck on a specific part like i often do when writting fanfic #making shit up is fun and pretty easy for me i just can't write stories. lmao #idk if i'll post it when it's done. probably not lol but i sure am gonna have fun doing it

[bejeweledmp3]

computer how do i stop feeling insecure on my writting so that can i write. computer please

#talking tag; #ok so. story time sure why not #today is my first day of uni and i had classes from 8.30 am to 11:45 which was. fine i was exhasuted but it was fine #and then i had to wait to meet some friends for lunch and i started writting and it just hit me that totp is actually over 50k words #and it's like brooooo i literally wrote a novel length fic (that's still not done btw! not close!) and for whattt who even has the time #to read something like that like why bother. it's not even (directly) about the main characters and i just #i'm afraid that i'm repeating myself i'm afraid that chracters are not being developed like i hoped they would i'm afraid that no one will #care and i'm also afraid that the people that do care won't like it #and then i met with my friends who study cinema and they bumped into people from their classes and i was just. #there listening to their conversations without interacting like what the FUCKKK am i doing here pretending that i fit in with the cool #cretive people and that my prose is any good at all #just. 50 thousand words of fanfiction and i'm worried that none of them are any good #but lately my motto is that i will figure it out so. i will figure it out #i did cry about it (lmao) which i'm counting as progress from the empty nothingness i felt around this time of year a year ago #but yeah man it sucks. totp is my baby but (just like kim lmao) my default is being hard on myself. i just can't not be #i think i'll write on my diary about this and then!!! we move on. oh well #i will finish totp that's a promise but yeah. today just hasn't been great i guess #and i have no one in my life to talk to about this so!!!!!! shouting into the void i guess

[timeisacephalopod]

I've kinda seen some pushback to the idea of representation in media and I don't necessarily think it's bad to point out actual rights are more important than Disney's thousandth first gay character that's fine, but I've had a LOT of people comment on my works about asexual characters and tell me what I wrote changed their life-and it's always that phrase- because they now have the language to describe what they feel. I've had people who ARENT ace or aro comment that what I wrote finally made a concept they didn't understand make sense, or that the way I explained things was interesting and enlightening and I'm kind of a mediocre writer who hasn't written anything in ages.

Like idk, if reading something from a writer who is fucking around and only somewhat talented can genuinely impact someone because they've not seen anything like them reflected back at them in life or media I don't think pushing for representation in media is as "needless" as some people seem to think and caring about that doesn't mean you don't care about more "important" (although if you think seeing people like you in media ISNT important it's because you already have that representation or are privileged enough to not care if you do, in which case maybe pipe down) stuff. Hell, I even got a Facebook message ages ago from someone who found a comment I left in an ace group about QPR's and what they meant to me and how I perceived them and the person no joke said what I wrote two years before they even found it changed their life forever because they finally knew what kind of relationship they actually wanted.

So like sure, of course there's always bigger fish to fry them diversity in media (you know, like diversity in real life lol) but I don't think it's as frivolous as some people are beginning to act like it is. At least not if you're an aspec person it's not, I STILL don't see ace characters almost ever and I'll bet my whole everything if I asked a writer of a show why they'd tell me that EVERYONE has to be in a sexual relationship and characters that aren't won't sell and are boring- I say this because in film school I had a teacher TELL ME every character needed to basically be sex obsessed and when I pointed out a GREAT MANY CHARACTERS are not revolved around sex (Supernatural stars two brothers, I pointed out) and when she asked if I had love interests I was like ??? That doesn't matter- using my aforementioned supernatural example almost all their love interests die or get mind wiped because at the end of the day that's not what the story was about. So actually I think writers who act like that teacher need like 50 reality checks, and representation in stories isn't unimportant and also support indie writers you'll probably find more funky shit there then Disney anyway lmao.

And also even the asexual characters I DO see in media don't remind me at all of myself even if I appreciate the effort, but they never feel real or genuine and their sexuality doesn't get a lot of exploration so 🤷🏻‍♀️ I actually could use more media focused on characters that I can genuinely see my sexuality reflected in in a meaningful and narratively impactful way because I've got nothing.

#winters ramblings #todd from bojack horseman im sure is SOMEONES version of asexuality but i dont see ANYTHING of myself in him #great character dont get me wrong but not relatable to me on any level including our shared sexuality #sex ed got a bit closer with their brief ace character although maybe she got more exploration in season three or four?? #the latest one i havent watched lmao. but being closer and having a moment wjere shes told shes not broken #while DEEPLY vindicating isnt necessarily all im looking for either #like i wamt a REAL character thats ace or aro or both thats written by people who UNDERSTAND what theyre writting #not just well meaning people who dont know what theyre doing its kind of tiring #also idk why theres no dating shows with gay men because reality dating shows are ALL ABOUT who fucks who and who gets together #gay men would be hooking up ALL OVER THE PLACE and the DRAMA youd think reality tv freaks would be SALIVATING #but no none of that lmao. just ru pauls drag race and thats great it is like its not my bag but people love it #back on yrack though the weord blowback representation is getting is strange and its VERY clear to me #the people writing those posts havent gotten dozens on dozens of messages from people like them who found their writing #and haf their life altered forever for the better because someone who KNOWS what theyre talking about wrote a character like them #and it opened doors they never knew existed. doesnt even need to happen with fiction either i had a friend i had in toronto #tell me the info i sent to her on being aromantic changed her life- THAT'S the phrase i keep getting thats TELLING- because it describefld #described** how shes felt her whole life but didnt have words for. how frivolous IS representation if im getting these messages? #not very i dont think if some rsndom indie fic writer who hadnt written anything substantial in years can change someones life #REPEATEDLY might i add. ive been getting a LOT of messages like this lately and seeing this new bramd of discourse latetly too #like maybe YALL have enough that you dont care anymore but speak for your fucking selves

[elisedonut]

me googling "how to write a fanfic" desperately

#the last time i wrote a story was in early high school #im 25 #that was a long time ago now #what is writting #how do you write #but i do daydream a lot so i feel like i should attempt it at least once #just have to figure it out

[dark-raven-feathers]

Doctor Feathers writing piece, written by yours truly

(please tell me if you can't access the link)

#dark raven feathers #dflore #DFlore #I finished a test early #got bored #opened docs #and wrote this #loooooore #lore #idk I write when I'm bored #I can't draw so this is what you'll get #I love worldbuilding #I might do this more often #depends #what do ya'll think #writ #lol

[semercury]

Rereading your own writing is sometimes just like wow I'm so cringe for describing things with words instead of beaming it directly into people's brains I'm so bad I hate that you can tell I wrote it. But sometimes it's also holy shit this is actually really good and I love how things are described and the points made.

#stuff sarah says #reread one of my fave fics ive ever writting (the hanahaki one) #and like. yeah you can tell i wrote it. and some bits are maybe a bit more clunky than i would have wanted #but its actually p good all things considered #i love writing. id love to do it again one day... #i miss it. i truly trulu do #i dont feel om allowed to write anymore though #for several reasons #especially not for that fandom #which is a shame. i still have lots of things id like to write with thay group #maybe one day i wont feel like the devil for being happy

[yan-snowcave]

[All of the content here is for an 18+ old audience, if you're a minor please leave and do not interact with my content.

🌩 Angst

💕 Fluff

❄ Alternate Universe

🔞 Nsfw

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🌹🫐 Keith/Tenebris [Duality] 🫐🌹

• Chibi!Soulmate Oneshot 💕

🪓 Alan Orion [Mdhm] 🪓

• Werewolf Family Headcanons 💕

🔪 Peter King [Your Boyfriend] 🔪

• Streamer!YN 💕

• Childhood Friends 💕

• Forever Home ❄

• Stolen Heart ❄

❤️‍🔥Multipil Yandere Boys ❤️‍🔥

• Valentine Headcanon's + Drabble's 💕

#yandere #my writting #masterlist #I dont write for YB anymore tho...Kinda ashamed of the stuff I wrote for the fandom but whatever ig #my edit

[myththefangirl]

'A Phone Call'

So... I guess I just unabandoned my 'Slowly Loving' book? 👀

#i wrote this #fanfic #slowly loving #writting #fanfiction #writing #read #a phone call #Spotify #burnsmithers

[leejeann]

I’ve been watching live clips of Lovejoy and also Orla Gartland lately and help now I want to be a cool touring musician jamming out on stage with a band

#Me: Oh shit that could be me someday #Also me: how d o yu o writ e lyrics ahhhh #I wrote an instrumental for an original song that I think is a BOP #and then I try to come up with lyrics/melody for it #and my brain bluescreens I guess #Brain you literally wrote like 80+ poems in highschool #and SEVERAL partial songs throughout the first couple years of college #what happened man what happened #I did actually also write a rwby fan song #which has all the lyrics done at least #i just haven't been able to record vocals #anyway don't mind me just lamenting about being Bad at songwriting #lee speaks

[lycorim-ao3]

New Fic on AO3!

| Catelyn x Jaime (dont @ me I'm trying things out) with Catelyn & her kids as a second focus | M | ~3.25k words | Modern AU |

What changed since then, Catelyn still doesn’t know, but the spark of excitement that she felt when the man approached her after work was undeniable. That she was somehow, miraculously, infuriatingly attracted to Jaime fucking Lannister, was beyond a doubt. ----- Three years after the death of her husband, Catelyn is moving on with her life, rekindling relationships and discovering how to find love (or, at least sex) after loss. For as well as it is going for her, she only wishes her six children were more on-board with the whole concept.

#not me writing a straight ship!! (don't worry guys Jaime's bi it's just not mentioned in the fic uwu) #ao3 #my writting #asoiaf #jaime lannister #catelyn stark #fanfiction #jaime x catelyn #literally wrote like 80% of this in one night. it's probably dog shit but oh well #i thought it was Good Enough after depriving myself of sleep