#randomwritings

[beautifulthenher]

This night would've been much better with you.❤️✨

[nathangardner-thealterego]

A pianist, alone, scared, afraid, and with no meaning, no purpose.

So he sits down and starts to write until he finds it. His final piece. Final cry out to humanity.

He has forgotten how to be happy. How to enjoy life.

And now he has nothing, but music.

[whenwewerelost]

I honestly don’t remember writing this

This entire book was just a dream as far as I’m aware.

[randomwriting-misc]

See How It Shines

Astarion has a plan, a practical, life-saving scheme. He doesn't need the realization that the druid traveling with him is unlike anyone he has met before. In which Astarion has feelings for the first time Inspired by Hozier's Abstract (Psychopomp) Astarion x Drow Druid!Tav 935 words I headcanon her as a circle of stars even though that is not available in BG3

TW: Animal Death, slight, tiny tiny Act I spoilers

“What are you doing?” Gale shouts as they watch their party Druid gasp and run towards the sound of an animal yipping. She doesn’t answer as she moves with a speed Astarion has only seen in the heat of battle. They all pick up the pace to follow behind but are stopped in their tracks by the troubling image in front of them.

Astarion watches her lean down over the creature, the scent of blood and gore thick in the heated air. It’s overwhelming to his senses as he holds back a gag at the putrid scene, but it doesn’t seem to even register to the Drow. The hyena was panting, eyes wide and frantic looking at her in confusion. She shushes the animal, and with a calming voice, begins to speak.

What is she doing? Is she crazy? He knew teaming up with a Druid would come back to bite him, no matter how easy it was to work his charms on nature lovers with their heads in the cloud.

“It’s okay darling, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” she coos, slowly petting its head. The tell-tale tingle of magic surrounds him as he sees a soft glow emitting from her palm, and the tension in the animal's body releases as it leans its snout into her hand. It finally hits Astarion, the realization of what is occurring here, the smell, the blood, and the carnage. Gnolls had savaged their way through what looked to be a caravan of merchants.

“We need to leave! Gnolls could be around any corner,” he hisses, his fellow companions sucking in a sharp breath of air, but the little Druid makes no move to leave. Instead, she holds her hand up, as if to signal them all to stop. He doesn’t know when she became such a force within the group, but her presence was commanding, and everyone froze.

Never in a thousand lifetimes could Astarion predict the actions of the odd elf next. She sat on the blood-soaked ground, unfazed, as she rests the creatures head in her lap. It’s gentle, so gentle that Astarion can’t remember a time he’s seen something cared for so delicately. Then, the Druid starts to hum. It’s an unfamiliar tune, probably something from the Underdark. It’s whimsical and a little haunting in its cadence.

Astarion realizes he has been holding his breath, a lump forming in his throat. He would have killed the creature. A gnoll ripping out from its body would have been a gruesome nuisance. It would have been a mercy. He’s never seen mercy like this, comforting, safe, and so incredibly sad. Why is he suddenly so overwhelmed with his own sadness? Why is she treating such a disturbing creature with such… compassion?

She continues to pet the wounded animal, its fate sealed long before the party stumbled upon the scene. Its eyes are closed, breathing soft and even as she continues to hum. He notices her eyes are closed now too, with a furrowed brow and slightly scrunched nose as she sways back and forth, rocking the animal to its final sleep.

All the companions are still, watching something so intimate feels like an intrusion. It’s as if the Druid is saying goodbye to her familiar, not a random hyena found on the side of the road moments before.

Astarion notices things about her he’s only noticed in passing before, but it’s as if he is really seeing her for the first time. Her hair, he thought it was black, but he can see where the sun hits her that it’s a deep blue. It’s falls down her back in loose waves, swaying back and forth with her movement. She has freckles forming on her shoulders and across her nose and cheekbones, unusual for a Drow, but emphasizing the time she has spent in the sun, potentially hurting herself in her goal of helping others. Her skin, pale and scarred, looks soft and smooth under his gaze. He thought it was strange a Drow could be as white as him, but she’s not. Her skin is a pale purple.

She is graceful. She’s beautiful.

Astarion hasn’t found anything beautiful in quite a long time. He doesn’t know what to do with these emotions, how to keep playing this flirtatious game of manipulation. Was it even working? Were the soft smiles he read as bashful really just her placating his advances? Druids are wise, despite their carefree lifestyle, he had forgotten that it seems.

A tear falls down her face as the hyena takes its final breath, slow and soft, before going limp in her arms.

“May Eilistraee guide you to peace,” she whispers, a tear falling off her cheek to the animal. Taking a moment, she lays its head down, and flowers appear around the body. Standing, she sniffs, before rolling her shoulders back and standing straight. Her gaze hardens as she reaches for the weapon her side.

“Let’s go deal with these creatures before they take any more lives.”

Her demeanor has shifted completely, her once kind eyes now set on vengeance. Revenge. Standing up to fix the unbalance created here, to bring justice to these animals who cannot do it themselves.

Astarion thinks he would follow her anywhere.

The thought is quickly shaken away with a feeling of dread in his gut, no. He has too much going on, avoid Cazador, avoid growing tentacles, and gain unprecedented power. There’s no room for a kindhearted druid with stars in her shining purple eyes to distract him.

When did he notice the color of her eyes?

[captainwolf]

Second star to the right

|| Captain Hook x g/n reader

Trigger warnings: n/a

Theme: Angst/fluff/nonsense/

The moonlit waters were calm as the vast ship nestled on the surface. Mermaids danced and splashed nearby the shore, for every time the water was lit by the moon they would stir. Your hand caressed the smooth wooden railing of the jolly roger as you looked up at the night sky. The dark sky was peppered with bright twinkling stars. Your gaze was entranced by the second bright star to the right in the night sky.

You let out a sigh as all the tension in your body seemed to vanish with it. It had been a stressful adventure as of late. What with pan with the lost boys teasing Hook and the redskins chasing off the pirates went plundering. The seas quietness this night seemed to bring a tranquil wave over the crew. You hadn’t been in Neverland long but it was much needed.

“Say, what does me hearty think?” Came a familiar voice from behind. It was the captain himself. Hook.

You shivered as cold metal lightly brushed up the side of your neck and trailed across your jaw. It was his signature claw. Turning your head slightly, the sharp point of the hook lightly dug into your skin. Your gaze slowly lifted up to meet the captains bright blue forget-me-nots.

“Aye, I seem to have forgotten.” You answered honestly. “Remind me once more.”

Looking down at you, the captain tilted his head slightly in confusion as he lowered his hook. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak only to close again with no words being spoken. Instead, the pirate captain swiftly leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth. It was quick yet the feeling of his soft lips on yours seemed to linger for what seemed like forever.

You stood, frozen from shock, before blinking and snapping back to reality. In a blur, a swift hand was raised and struck the captain across the face. It took a moment for you to realize that it was your hand.

Hook just stared down at you as tears brimmed your eyes. You asked him to make you remember. And he did.

A wave of mixed feeling came over you as you turned away from him. Hands grasping the railing of the ship to steading yourself, you leaned over it and sobbed. You were looking up at the stars, the second one to the right to be precise, thinking about your lost loved one before Hook showed up and how you wished they were beside you to see the beauty of Neverland.

“Oh my darling..,” the pirate whispered, reaching over to gently pull you into an embrace. His sudden sympathetic tone caught you off guard for a split second.

This was Hook! The scary man all lost boys told stories about! The fearsome Captain that barked orders at the scurvy crew and cut down anyone who disobeyed them with his hook. But the thought quickly passed as you turned without hesitation towards him, burying your head into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. Muffled sobs could be faintly heard as you tightened your grip around the man’s waist.

He just stood, quietly shushing you. The pirate’s hook carefully pointed down as his other arm held you close to him. His hand gently petting your head while whispering soothing words.

Finally when you had calmed down enough, you broke the embrace. You looked up at him and noticed a few tears in the captain’s shimmering blue eyes.

“A-are you alright?” You asked, slightly pulling away to get a better look at the man. He nodded with a reassuring smile before letting you go.

Hook walked over to the stairs and went up to the helm. He stood with his back to you as he gazed out at the calm sea. You stood watching him as thoughts ran through your head as you why the captain suddenly seemed to let his guard down.

The breeze in the air was chill and seemed to awaken the ship whenever it would pass by. The wooden boards creaked as the lines and canvases of the masses danced.

Curiously, you followed to where he was and sat at the top of the stair. You just felt the need to be near him at this point. After a long moments silence, you heard the sound of his heavy boots growing closer. You glanced up to see him standing next you.

“May I?” He asked.

You nodded and he sat down next to you on the stairs.

[rnacreative]

The rain pelts swiftly against the window. She remembers where she was a year ago. As if the sky has opened up to mourn the past with her.

The end of a relationship. The end of a different time.

She knows it was for the best, but she can always recognize how much work it was to get to where she is.

She turned 30 only to have it ruined after the most relaxing vacation and time away. Sinking into herself, her 30s were already off to a great start. The rain knows those tears shed.

Work and being harassed by an ex, what else to add?

A new diagnosis and struggle with mental health.

There is always something about this time of year that leads to such introspection.

Breakups, moves, drama, car issues, her thrice removed ex for being suicidal and staying on suicide watch, or stuck living in a fake family who thrived on secrets. The list grows with each passing year, but as the list grows, so does she.

No matter the journey or drama, she somehow pulls herself from the rubble, finding a path forward. It's a feat of wonder that leaves her to believe she can do anything she sets her mind to.

The path forward is one of dreams she hopes to give herself. As life hasn't been easy, and while she's empathetic, she's consciously aware.

Just what awaits her past the rainy gray skies? Will it get better or continue to be a rollercoaster?

The rain knows.

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zkDg4NE

by Randomwriter_hi

Sherlock loves John but does he know that? Does he even know what love is? Does John love him back? Are they gay for each other? They should be...

Words: 3210, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Watson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), (martin freeman), Sherlock Holmes, (benedict cumberbatch), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes

Relationships: Johnlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

Additional Tags: its gay, Fluff, smut?, Johnlock is canon, John and Sherlock - Freeform, Sherlock is mentally unstable, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, John is bi, John Watson is a Good Friend, haha - Freeform, im dead, i think, this, Author Is Sleep Deprived, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, i think you might cry, I will, Im emotionally andmentally unstable

April 09, 2023 at 06:30PM

[maestroeternal]

I try to make Tuesday’s the days where I spent some time, even if it’s just a little time, writing. Some of you may already know this but I started a random writing blog about a year ago and have been keeping up with it as a fun creative project for myself ever since. It’s been a cathartic experience for me since I’ve always loved writing. And I’m a pretty broody artist as well who needs an outlet for a lot of my thoughts that sometimes isn’t just musical. So it’s been really good for me in this since too! Haha. The blog is just tons of dark, thought-provoking type prose, poems, haiku’s, random thoughts, etc. Lol. I have a goal of publishing a short collection of my haiku’s sometime this year once I write enough to make a little chapbook or something similar. We’ll see what happens. Lol. Anyways, this isn’t a promo for it by any means. Just kind of talking about how some of my Tuesday has been going and even though I’ve had a long week already and I’ve had a lot going on other than this today, it’s really nice whenever I can stick to my own goals and make things happen 🙌 I do have my blog linked in my bio under “writing blog” so if any of you feel like checking it out, feel free! I just posted a new poem today ✌️💻✨ . . . . . . . . . . . . #musiciansofinstagram #wordpress #analogvibes #wordpressblogger #wordpressblog #keyboard #studiovibes #atx #atxartist #musicstudio #synthesizer #inthestudio #tuesdaythoughts #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #moogdfam #artistlife #randomwriting #cinematicsynthwave #maestroeternal #electronicmusic #synthjam #poetsofinstagram #poetrylovers #composersofinstagram #composerlife #electronicmusician #audioengineer #synthvibes (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP0ncZvvGP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[auraspoetry]

Friday, 8. November 2024

It was the day that I saw the world from your eyes, that's when I stopped loving myself. I got a taste of your world and I choked by the fifth sip. I was starving for my world that went missing in the fog of yours. I lost the hunger to get my world back. Who am I at this point. You painted me so well with your brush, you took all credit for my being. All that I was, I only started being once you began existing in my mind. I wish I could say it was a beautiful beginning, all blooming flowers and sunshine to begin with, and then it took a bad turn. Although, I walked into a withered garden from the start of it all, and I tried to convince myself of its stagnant beauty, of its lifeless state. I found one blooming flower, every now and then it would open up just a bit more. I believed that with the right care and with enough time, the garden would blossom to fit my imagination. Flashing images. I imagine. I imagine. Seasons passed, one by one. I could say the garden got worse, though I am not sure it changed. At least I've got my flower — I look into my hand.   Too late, I realise I had been holding onto it for too long, I had suffocated it. Too late, I realise what I had always known — the soil was dead and nothing could grow. Too slow, I am still learning to accept my reality, things happened — destined? or not.. they happened. I can only walk for today. Yesterday is framed in time, and I am moving, for now I am still walking. Paths will change and so can my pace. No matter, keep walking.

Aura S.

[noelleezada]

Disturbing or Satisfying?

The Morbid Art of William Cobbling

Reading time: 1 Minute Genre: Art

10/13/2024 by Noelle Zada

What do these art performances have in common? An eerie feeling. Moreover, “Work-in-Progress” has gone viral because of this.

While some viewers find it disturbing, others find it satisfying. As time went on, it has still been part of the ‘weird side’ of the internet, where all of William’s performances remain.

The artist and genius behind all of this, William Cobbling, puts his art and performances on display in the Airspace Gallery, located in the UK, where he is suspected to be from.

[estrellita-wrights]

"Not for money, not for views, not for anyone but myself."

I am Mayo, whom you may know from my previous writing account turned roleplay blog, @/twistedtalking. Feel free to request twst stuff here! But also, it wont just be twst. There'll also be original stories, and the fics will be tagged appropriately, so you can jump straight to the twst fics. Tags are (#twst platonic, #twst x reader, #tbttu (original story), #randomwrites) Tags will be added as the number of original stories increase.

Table of Contents

-Twisted wonderland Fanfics (Asks open, but I can reject)

-My Stories (The Bonds That Tie Us, A Regular Fantasy Harem, etc.)

-Random writing (writing prompts or otherwise)

Asking Rules

There are three different flavors you could ask for in writing twst fics! Canon-compliant, Romantic, and Yandere. Please specify which type you want in the fic.

I have simple boundaries, which are, please respect my religion (Christianity/Born Again) while on my blog, and that's all right now whoops.

Minors welcome here. I've seen lots of yandere fic blogs that say minor dni, and as a teenager who hasn't yet reached her debut, I feel super sad about it. So yeah, minors welcome!

DNI LIST

○Those with church/religious trauma, specifically Christianity. More for you than me, since I add bible verses to each of my posts. Feel free to block!

○ Those who are rude about Christ in my blog. My God is very important to me, so if you got something to say, don't say it here. Or I'll block you.

You now know everything you need to know to ask/request! Now, personal stuff! About me, the one running this thing!

My alias is Mayo! I am a binibini (maiden) from the Philippines! I am currently a not-yet 18 year old. I am quite excited about my debut ngl.

Other than Twst, I am very fond of manga! I've read tbhk and wotakoi! I'm also excited for "The flower that blooms with dignity" anime adaptation! I also love musicals, like Six and Hamilton. Very excited for Epic the Musical's release too! (I also code)

Outside of tumblr, I am a high-school student (middle school, by Japan's standards), who wants to spread the word of God! That's why I add bible verses on each of my posts! My dream is to one day be a Voice Actor in America, while also doing accountant work. I also one day want to live in Japan!

My main account on tumblr is called @/everydaytwstsimp. Its mainly for reblogs though. I also have @/twistedtalking, which is my twst roleplaying account, where I roleplay as most of the students. (More info on that account's pinned post).

[nathangardner-thealterego]

DreamWeaver (An Example of Literary Nonsense at the Circus)

We wear the mask that grins and lies

And live in a world of our dreams

We have been here for a while now

Dreams slowly fading away

These smiles are plastered on to greet travelers

In a place that was once home

People don’t come as much

As they lose the magic of youth

Red and rusty rides wait for revival

As guest gather around a tearing striped tent

A faded red and white covering

Held together by desperation and a pinch of magic

Like a puppet we stand on the stage

Let's put on a show tonight

Following the orders of a ring master

That was never really there

A paradise of our imagination

Has become this decaying world of our dreams

The cracked brick roads sprout pale green weeds

And sharp vines coat the buildings walls

Living here in a dream

No longer brings you interest

For you have become blinded by reality

At the words that seemed to dance in the air

When I am here alone

I laugh crazily with no answers

Watch the buildings collapse and fall apart

Will you leave me here too?

Perhaps if we peel back our skin

We will reveal our dying souls

Pale, cold, and discarded

Our lifeless eyes hidden behind a mask

Beyond this world of dreams is a reality

Like a captain to his ship

There must be retribution

This place an escape from reality

Look at me through the slits of these eyes

At the humanity I have tossed away

I peel back the flesh and behold!

The truth I hid behind a grin

Carried by music we start to dance

Let's tear each other apart

Flames fall down from the sky

And this world begins to burn

We are at war again

Actors on a burning stage 

Controlled by the man in the back

Who was never really there 

We shall dance these sleepless nights away

And decay along with this place

A dream falling apart in our palms

With tears we hide behind a mask

[randomartistlmao]

"That's why I got my motto." Vivian just stared blankly at the clouds.

"Nothin' good really lasts."

Pepper sighed. She never was good at comforting people. But that doesn't mean she shouldn't at least try.

"Well, I think it comes in cycles."

Vivian looked back at her. "How so?"

"I mean. We met, right? You leaving must've been shitty, but we couldn't have met unless you did. Means sometimes it gets better, right?"

Vivian snickered a little. Pepper didn't understand what was so funny.

"Yeah. Thats true." Vivian gently put her arm over Pepper's shoulder. She leaned in without resistance.

They just watched the sun fade.

*Oh. She's never done this before. Maybe I should say something,* Pepper thought.

*I usually don't let people touch me. But for some reason...

I don't mind when its her.*

Pepper's tears fell onto the photograph. "Pepper! Pepper? You good?" Nateyo began yelling from downstairs. She realized she's been in bed for a lot longer than she thought.

Maybe she was right.

[randomwriting-misc]

hi! do u think you'll ever go back to writing endangered? It was my favorite story and i really miss the updates

Hi!

Thank you for the love for Endangered. I really love the story and do plan to continue and finish it. School and life just kind of took hold.

A little bit of a life update, but my grandmother passed away right after Christmas, and my aunt is disabled, so her care is now my and my fathers responsibility. Things are started to calm down now and find a new normal soI have time to write finally.

I may need to rewatch the movies to get back on track of the plot, but I am excited to post soon.

I really appreciate everyone’s patience and kind words I’ve received since starting this, it means the world ❤️

[fhdjsjmz]

Sunsets and past

Sunsets and past

I looked over the ocean as the sea waved goodbye to the shore and went to meet the sky.

Horizon; where the sky meets the sun but where was our horizon? You were the sky and I was the sea but there wasn’t a horizon in sight. 

The sun found its way down to meet the sea, pulled down by guilt; drowning. The sun was so in love with the sea that the drowning was pleasant, it was beauty. Well, in love even the mightiest beings do anything to be with who they want whether it being drowning or falling.

I looked and yet again thinking if you so dearly loved me why would you not do anything to forgive me? If the sun can drown to meet the sea why can’t you overlooked some of my flaws? If you were so in love as you claimed to be why did you just let go of me? Why did you not forgive me.

A tear rolled down my cheek and fell on the sand which was thirsty for love. It was dry, wanting to be soaked by the love of the sea. But the water that the sea provided was only enough to satisfy the shore not the wide stretches of sand. Maybe the sea tried to reach all of the sand but couldn’t because it’s true love was always the sky.

Maybe I was just the sand to your sea while you waited for your sky. 

Sand and sky were both infinite. They cant be measured but they can be felt. But yet the sea chose the sky this time. 

Drowning sun,

Thirsty sand.

Both abandoned by the sea

Who was in love with the sky. 

[rnacreative]

She sat on the balcony railing, looking off into the distance in the pale moonlight. The moon was illuminating the trees and city lights in the distance. Quietness.

Silence.

There was something missing, or someone rather. A missing warmth, a touch.

"Why are you out here alone?" A voice asks, one she dreamed up.

"I'm always alone. But it's not such a bad thing. The night is beautiful like this," she muses quietly, aloud to herself, looking up toward the stars above.

"Indeed, she is," the voice, getting closer now.

"Why are you here?" She asks, humoring herself.

"To keep you company, of course."

She smiles before frowning. She couldn't do this again.

"You're not even real," she sighs, the heartache settling in deep, an ache she'll always cling to. It somehow reminds her that she's still alive. Still experiencing enough to create something from nothing.

"I can be as real as you want me to be," the voice claims.

"You're another story in my head..."

The voice is right behind her now.

"It doesn't have to be," it whispers.

A small smile begins to form, and she says nothing else. Basking in the moonlight, it's minutes later when she turns around.

Reality sets in at the darkness behind her and no one is there.

"See," she whispers to herself, turning around, "In my head... It's only me here. You'll always be another story to write."

The daydreaming part of her begged to differ, that inner romantic.

Does it have to be another story?