#lonesome-writer

[martyrbat]

enough — batman secret files (2018) #1

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[ID: A short story titled Enough. It centers around Bruce Wayne being alone at a little cabin out in the middle of some woods on top of a snow-capped mountain. Bruce internally narrates throughout the entire story. The barren cabin is lonesome amongst the pristine, white snow as Bruce enters the cold, muted building. Inside there's several books, oil lamps, a stone fireplace, and candles on basic, open faced wooden furniture – indicating that the house has no electricity. The cabin is one story and has an open floorplan with a single upstairs bedroom, which has only a ladder leading up to the small loft. There's a chest underneath a window and Bruce sits on the old, yellow couch in front of the blazing fireplace.

He thinks to himself, ‘There're rumors that somewhere, in Gotham's most beautiful, snow-topped mountains, a monster is running around. I have a suspicion Man-Bat is behind the strange activity. Mountain climbers losing their camps, ski resorts with missing guests, a strange beast being seen in the dark... Something covered in hair, something remarkably large.’ He takes his parka off and sets down his large duffle bag to slowly unpack it — revealing a thermos and a bow with several large, pointed arrowheads. He pulls out his Batman gear — which includes an insulated suit that's lined with fur, his belt, and a protective face mask that reflects his eyes in the red-tinted visor. He forlornly admits, ‘I can handle large, but what I can't handle… Is how damn lonely it is up here. Alfred says I could use some alone time. Truth is, I'm not such a fan of myself.’

Outside in his costume and cape, Bruce is tracking through the icy woods and the thick, rising snow. He's armed with his bow and arrows as he narrates, ‘To avoid detection by what I assume is probably Man-Bat, I'll try to capture him using only my hunting skills. I admit I'm a little rusty. The arrows I've brought are lethal to some, but they're just enough to incapacitate a beast of his size. It should be enough.. I hope it's enough.’ But the snowstorm rages on, forcing Bruce back inside the cabin since he believes it's not worth the risk of freezing to death if he stays out. He now lays in the upstairs loft's bed. The oil lamps on the wooden bedstand is unlit, causing the bright snow through the window to be the only thing that casts any light in the dark room. It reveals a framed photo of a picturesque landscape hanging over Bruce's head on the wall. In it, there's a peaceful lake and tall, luxuriant green trees.

Bruce solemnly stares up at the ceiling and thinks, ‘I find myself focusing closely on all the sounds of the forest, trying to learn the rhythm.’ The snow whirls on… A branch cracks… The cabin itself creaks and groans — causing Bruce to sit upright with a jolt! He squints out the window in an futile attempt to actually see something out there. He cerebrates, ‘Three nights and only the sounds of falling snow and branches. I've tracked nothing larger than a doe, there's been no news of an attack or sighting, maybe he's left the mountains… or maybe he's just hiding.’ Bruce lays back down, this time with his back to the window. He keeps an eye open — waiting and nearly hoping for any sign of life other than his own in the desolate, icy land.

We're shown Bruce outside again as he fights against the harsh wind to get back inside the cabin after another unsuccessful search for Man-Bat. He rubs his face tiredly while hunched over a small oil lamp as the stovetop coffee brews. He reflects, ‘Six nights alone, darkness lasts longer than the day and again the storm pushes me back indoors. This is beginning to feel useless. I'm really quite over myself. Maybe I'll call Alfred and ask him to—’ But his self-deprecation is cut short by a sudden thump! Then another loud crack! Again and again, coming closer and closer to him!

Bruce sets down the coffee as his mind rapid fires the possibilities of the quickly approaching, potentially dangerous loud noises! ‘Is it the branches in the wind? Or is it something else? Am I paranoid? I can't visualize what I'm hearing. There's no time to think about the cold now, I'm all alone up here. That sounds remarkably large.’ Bruce arms himself with his bow and arrow and hesitates outside the door as his paranoia continues, ‘I hope this is enough. A hunter knows its prey, but I'm realizing I have no idea what's on the other side of this door. Does it understand I'm on the other side? I am alone out here. No time to think.’ He flings the door open!

Geared in only his suit with no gloves or headgear, Bruce aims his bow blindly as he stands outside in the merciless elements. He tensely waits in the dark, thinking to the unseen threat, ‘I don't see you, but can you see me?’ There's another loud thump and crack. With one last hope that it's enough to tranquilize the potential attacker, Bruce fires the weapon.

The sharp arrow proves itself to be lethal as it pierces his unfortunate target. The threat — merely a lonesome, defenseless deer — falls dead in front of the horrified man. Bruce rushes forth and remorsefully buries the animal with the snow. He walks back to the cabin with the repeated, dejected confession: ‘Truth is, I'm not such a fan of myself.’

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#paranoia and self-deprecating... god hes just like me fr.... #love everytime writers acknowledge god no he fucking hates himself #(thinking of when cass asked if bruce could make them like him and bruce says god no hes not that cruel...) #but just bruce being all antsy and restless.... how his loneliness and being stuck with just himself with nothing to do just makes his #mental state rapidly worse and paranoid. bruce being unprepared? or acting this... reckless? his mind playing tricks and making the sounds #of a lonesome deer mimic the sound of a 7ft+ monster?? just his mental health obviously impaired and impacting his work is so <333 #also!! how when hes outside he focuses primarily on the mission and the panels arent boxed in but as soon as he goes in the cabin — #the panels are bordered on each side and serves as visual symbolism of how bruce is trapped within his own head and struggling thoughts !!! #also if you read it as man-bat not even being there and just being a literal unseen projection of bruces internal conflict... <3333 #ANYWAYS !! #happy sad boy sunday !!! #transcrypts #c: batman secret files (2018) | i: 1 #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #batman #disabled bruce #posts from the crypt #autistic bruce wayne

[rk-tmblr]

“Who would have said that only death could bring you two back together like then?”

-Shoko Ieiri & Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru

#fanfiction writer #writercommunity #writerscorner #jujutsu kaisen #angst #character analysis #geto suguru #jjkfic #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #hurt/no comfort #lonesome #tw death mention #death tw #jjk spoilers #death lovers #lovers #tw grief #grief #gege akutami #gege when i catch you gege #JJK chapter 248 #JJK chap 248

[thewarmthofequallyreturnedlove]

“It is both a blessing, and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.”

#writer #lesbian #wlw #introvert #lonesome #poet #dark academia #light academia #chaotic academia #art academia #academia #aesthetic #quote #love #heartbreak

[mistovyee]

Write it all down, forgetting promises. Words held no meaning, Not bound by obligation. Pain of repairing, each time.

Each skin that split, I cry, whine. And feel pathetic, for a broken trust. Should have become accustomed to this by now.

Betrayed after betrayal, how many years has passed, how many trains I have missed.

How many times I didn't get out of bed, and why I even bother to cry in this circle of life I am destined to return where I started years ago. Alone.

#spilled thoughts #dark academia #quoteoftheday #chaotic academia #anxienty #memes #depressionquotes #phycology #aesthetic #depressing poem #sad poem #writer and poets #poetic #lonesome #latenightwriter #mistovyee

[virtuouslibertines69]

"And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind." — Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler Art by Aykut Aygodu

#literature #quote #reading #writing #book #novel #author #writer #books #jack kerouac #lonesome traveler #art #artist #digital art #surrealism #aykut aydogdu #where #room #thought #full #endless #universe #stars #mountains #mind #perception

[quenthel]

like there is a lot to say abt fandom that is negative (crowd mentality, lack of nuance, bullying, stark belief in societal norms so it becomes a very traditional space etc) but i think the main reson its not for me is bc a lot of ppl just use "canon" as something to be disregarded. which is like (morally) completely fine i just do not get it bc like... the story whats its in like... the actual written text the things happening is surely the thing to like abt any actual... uh... story? right? so to disregard it all to just idk play around in it to me is just not appealing at all. like at that point i would just move on and write my own original story heavily inspired by the original thing...

#quenthel special #like fandom spaces sometimes feel like they are not even abt liking the stories anymore but idk... making your own cookie cutter retelling #and im super not interested in that... like even w games where you make your own oc and give history to them #i love how people work those ideas INTO the existing thing... like working on a tapestry together w the writers of the game #like its easy to read ppl saying they dont like fandom as saying they are above it #and while i did get bullied online a bit for a stupid reason bc fandoms to me its just the... idk... disengagement w the source material #that i just dont get at all... extremely unappealing #i like when stories are well written and i can engane w them and thing abt them #and esp i like when games work with you to create your character esp in rpgs where you make your guy #like give you some meat and ingredients to work with... #as opposed to the complete freeform your character is all for you to write thing #like i love LOVE when rpg protagonists have a past... and you get to uncover it or have an existing rapport w somebody and you build upon i #been playing tyranny so im thinking abt tunon and the fatebinder LOL #but also durge is like this... the exile from kotor 2 is like this #fnv does this too w lonesome road but its been a while i played thatr lol

[vagabondekho]

I miss You - A poem by Ekho

I miss you

How you made me feel

Even though you're still in arms reach

None of it nearly feels remotely real

Do I miss you?

Or do I miss what we had

The way we loved each other every day

The nostalgia of it all make me sad

I don't miss you

I miss how you made me feel

I miss being loved by someone for being myself

I miss the fact that you made me a sealed deal

Or am I in denial?

How couldn't I miss you

Because I still love you, just not like that

But even if it's just platonic it's still true

I miss you

No I don't

Yes I do

But do you miss me too

#original poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetscommunity #writers and poets #original poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #lonely poetry #young poets #women poets #lonesome poet #i miss them

[constakesnotes]

you can't spell lonesome without me

#aesthetic #grungy aesthetic #alternative #pensamientos #thoughts #emo #writeblr #alternative music #writerscorner #just writer things #sabrina carpenter #lonesome #emails i can't send

[coffeecatsandcoldnights]

Disposition

Those certain moments in life, albeit fleeting, that make you realise or more so give you an epic epiphany that you're indeed alone. Consumed and overwhelmed by the sheer loneliness that wraps around you warmly like a wintry night's snow. Uncomfortable yet homely. You believe better days are coming but they're not here yet, when you're desperate for them to be. Hope, such a fickle thing. You look for a shoulder to lean on, however brief, instead you realise there's nothing around except the cold air and night's dream filling the endless void with illusions and unkept impossible promises.

#midnights 3am edition #midnights #random introspection #romanticism #musings #spilled writing #writings #lonesome #aesthetic #writers on tumblr #english literature #excerpts #writers and poets #dark poetry #dark moodboard #dark aesthetic #poets on tumblr #web weaving #booksbooksbooks #feelings #web finds #lost in time #classic literature #literary #poem #cottage core #melanchaholic #nostaliga #new post #late night

[amiibo-king]

there are times when i *almost* get desperate enough with the lack of last legacy content to actually check out touchstarved game but then i look at the promotional material for it and i remember why im avoiding it

#i could go on a whole rant but suffice to say #i can see that a lot of the issues i had with last legacy that i had to suffer thru just for felix #are probably still going to be present in this new game . and likely to a worse degree #and i dont even care enough abt any of the characters to suffer through it for them like i did for felix #so. yeah nah. sorry #i think the thing is i just find the last legacy writers to be very insufferable people #and their personalities come through in their work #especially dev. i Do Not Like Dev. #and like thats fine. i dont have to like everyone #it is kind of a bymmer that p much the entire LL fandom has gone over to TS #and i cant follow them bc it doesnt interest me #so im just kind of all on my lonesome over here #but what can u do

[ladybirdwrote]

i just wrote this a about my girls who are never listened and w/ fam issues

4 those who are always trying tho it seems useless cause no one ever pay attention unless they ask for smthng haha

it's called "tell me, sister"

Tell me, Sister

¿Why it is so hard to understand i need just one thing?

I don't ask for attention, i don't ask to dry my tears, i don't ask for afeccion, i just asked you for one thing.

I get it, you're tired, but you say it everyday, i get it you're not doing fine, either i am but that's what we have

Learn to face or you'll drown

Tell me, Sister.

I know that it feels hard, i know that you're bussy and stuff like that but i am tired of having this little talk of every night.

I don't ask for attention, i don't ask to dry my tears, i don't ask for afeccion, i just asked you for one thing.

I get it, you're tired,so am i but learn to face or you'll drown

So tell me, Sister.

¿Why do you think you're the only one with a broken heart?

i am a trapped soul in a little town trying to foumd out the world outside but i have to stay here, cause you're always holding me back.

So, clean and clean, cinderella, here, here, cinderella, i'm not a maid but if i was you'll be the last one i'll serve to, but i have to cause i'm your sister tho you never listen.

I know you shouldn't lear how to breath with all of this sinking in but you can't always complain, you have to live with it, trough it, love it cause learn to face or you'll drown

#writerblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writing #writers on tumblr #words #writerslife #family issues #youngersistersyndrome #younger sister #lonesome #female writers #queer writers

[shittonofapples]

I surround myself with people, as if they were a blanket, because I can't find warmth by myself.

#writer #author #writeblr #writers on tumblr #excerpts from my heart #aspiring poet #poetry #excerpt from a book i'll never finish #i hate fearing everyone will leave #adhd #lonesome #lonely #pen and ink #my thougts #spilled thoughts #female writers #authencity #writers and poets #i may have a problem

[untit1ed]

Lost, in love and alone. I find that when all three of these moons collide, my darkest hours await me in the eclipse.

#love #writing #tumblr writers #i love him #i miss you #poets on tumblr #heartbreak #spilled ink #lonely #lonesome #poetry #poetic #sad poetry #sadness #missing someone #memories #falling

[mistovyee]

All I know is that, more often than not the ocean of hurt inside me causes the ripple of my artistic instinct to stir, forcing the translation of something heavenly.

#spilled thoughts #dark academia #quoteoftheday #chaotic academia #anxienty #memes #depressionquotes #phycology #aesthetic #depressing poem #artists on tumblr #darkness #lone wanderer #lonesome #latenightwriter #late night thoughts #writerslife #writer and poets #poetic

[arcanesdiary]

 - Ax

#writers and poets #black and white #artists on tumblr #writerscorner #writing #poetry #poems and quotes #poetsandwriters #love #willibeloved #dark aesthetic #dark academism #do i deserve to be loved #lovehurts #lonesome #loner aesthetic #i want to be loved #love poetry #sad but true #sad lonely hours #sad love #lovers #alone

[lvndrblue]

my innate craving to love and be loved, to know and be known, to sacrifice and be sacrificed for, to learn and be learned, to intimately understand and be as deeply understood, is unsatisfiable.

it’s hungry. it yearns. it desires.

it’s loud, and it roars to be fed at the wee hours of dawn. it creeps up like a shiver down my back and stays like a persistent itch on the palm of my hand. but that’s all it does. it wants, but in an egotistical, prideful way, it refuses to chase.

perhaps it’s not that it won’t. it can’t. i can’t.

i see depictions of romance everywhere; on the large screen of a cinema, through the thick pages of a young adult novel, between the people lacing their fingers while they wait for their bus, under the umbrellas shared between two lovers, intertwined everywhere i go and see.

i see, and i take notes, and i clumsily try to imitate like an infant trying its hardest to pronounce their first two syllables. only unlike the infant, nothing comes out of me but a strange, strangled, quiet croak.

i nod along in conversations about love, pretending i fully understand. i’ll continue to hand out messages about love, providing advice to my friends in exchange for a “thank you,” and a “you’re really good at this,” and a “you always know what to say.”

i’ll act out a person who understands and has dabbled in the matters of heart their whole lives, knowing deep down i’ll always be the terrified impostor conning people into believing my deceit; a long, impenetrable wall of fake wisdom, put in front of a girl with extensive vocabulary and even larger performance skills masking her incapable heart.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writer #i wrote this instead of sleeping #midnight thoughts #just thoughts #love #romance #writers and poets #i couldnt sleep #intimacy #is terrifying #fear of intimacy #crave #craving #crave by paramore #fully inspired this #lonelihood #lonesome #lonely