I like to write fics sometimes. I'm on ao3 too with the same name :)
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He didn’t expect this to be his end. Red dotting the ground beneath him as he numbly watches the next drop fall. And the next. And every one after that. Until a glimmering pool has collected in the dust and filth. The torches hung on the wall flicker in the rippling red, reminding him of the way a well-polished ruby would put on a show with only a mere ribbon of light.
He was cocky. Too damn cocky. He should've known. Should've expected it really. As soon as everything starts to go too well, it all comes crashing down again.
But still… he had hoped. Hoped that after all the time, all the effort and the pain and the fear, that he made something of his gutter-born life.
But no- it ends as it begins for him. As a struggle. Strung on a razor wire trap. Body dangling in the metal like a fish on a hook. Only shock keeping him alive.
The ruby red spreads a little further and dancing stars leap across his vision.
He wants to shake off the numbness, the unfeeling, he wants to be angry. All the life he has lived and he wants more. There is still so much life to live and more yet to steal. He wants. And thats killing him more than his broken body.
But now. To put aside all the glisting gems and gleaming gold, he would take back what the Reaper has stolen.
It won’t be long now.
A red threaded smile weakly spreads. It was not a good life per say. But it was interesting. Fun once he found his way. Despite it all, he wont let himself regret a moment.
So let that be that then. He has lived. Now he shall die. Where once red coloured his vision, now only black.
Now.
Writing is like, type type type, clackity clack clack- and whoops im on social media now
polyamory would not always fix the love triangle. sometimes it would make it much, much worse. but they should do it anyway
the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.
it just be like that I guess
“Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you!”
“You’re in the hospital! That’s a pretty big deal!”
“I brought your blanket.”
“Can we get out of here?”
“I think we should stay together.”
“I don’t think I can live without you.”
“That thought is unbearable.”
“I got you some coffee. You look like you need it.”
“Why do you think that?”
“You could've been hurt!”
“I was so worried!”
“I'm here though. I'm right here and I'm fine.”
“I'm sorry, but this just doesn't feel right.”
“Why is this happening?”
“Don't cry. It will be okay.”
“You aren't very convincing.”
“Why is that?”
See a lot of whumpees who resent being put on bedrest, who are restless and itching to get back up and get involved again. I need to see more whumpees who welcome the chance to bury their face in their pillow for a good long while
liking a character from a thing you don’t like
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”oh so how did you get into writing?-“ no, writing got into me. Actually it infiltrated my brain, starting with the slow takeover of my room with books to the extremely fast claiming of my notes app and now there’s no way to stop it and no way for me to stop.
me, looking at fics and tags for my bedtime story: hm... am i really feeling face-fucking right now?
do i ship these characters or do i want them to form a sketch comedy duo
repeat after me
I WILL FINISH MY WIP
I WILL FINISH MY WIP
I WILL FINISH MY WIP
after arouind 9pm all music sounds better and all fanfic reads better BUT all thoughts become 97% less reliable. trust me im science
It's me, I'm Writers 🙃
Somehow this meme just keeps getting more relatable...
Imagining a story in your head:
Writing down the story:
me: yeah i really like reading fanfiction because the similar characters and tropes are comforting for me
*screams at screen*
*throws phone across the room*
*fills folders with screenshots of the most heartbreaking literature ever written*
*cries violently*
*throws up*