#amateur writer

[2soulscollide]

tips to level up your writing skills

1. read, read, read

okay, I know, everyone keeps saying it... but it's true, and I truly believe the more you read, the better you write, because you come across different writing styles, different voices, new characters, and worlds. This applies to every writer, from amateur to professional.

2. practice makes perfect

another cliché, right.

but hear me out: I feel so much more confident about my writing skills when I write daily, rather than when I write a bit occasionally. you get lots of work done, see your book coming to life, and get better at it.

3. create an outline before you start writing

guysss, I know many people like to go with the flow, but I would recommend planning your novel before writing it, especially if it is one of your first projects.

when I started, I refused to plot my novel because I thought it was a waste of time, and I couldn't plan it all ahead. turns out that I could never finish my novels, because I started to get lost in the plot. as most of you may know, I LOVEEE to plot now!

4. use active voice instead of passive voice

passive voice is alright sometimes. I like to use it, too. but to create an immersive experience for the reader, you should go for the active voice since it creates more impact.

see something like this:

"the letter was written by Marcus who had tears in his eyes." VS "Marcus wrote the letter with tears in his eyes."

such a basic example (don't judge me!!)... but can you notice the difference? it seems so much more expressive.

5. avoid using overly complex language

repeat it after me: short. sentences. are. valid.

don't overcomplicate it! I know it's tempting to write huge sentences sometimes and make your book seem more complex and professional, but sometimes it just doesn't come out as expected, and we end up exhausting our readers.

6. don't just for yourself

this can be a polemic topic. it's quite common to see people saying you should write for yourself, but let's be honest here: if you're trying to get your book published, you should have your target public in mind while developing your book. knowing your audience to know what works and what doesn't work is extremely important. but hey, you must also enjoy what you're writing!

7. use dialogue!!!

I find dialogue so important, and I love it so much! ensure you develop a distinctive voice for your characters to make them seem real to the reader. also, if possible, read the dialogue out loud and imagine if it would work out in real life.

8. don't be afraid to use metaphors

metaphors will turn a "basic" work into something more sophisticated when applied in the right places. you might want to avoid overusing it because it can ruin the experience, but it's something up to you, and what feels better to you.

9. research your topic before writing

okay, this is pretty self-explanatory. if you're writing about a topic or a location you don't know much about, avoid making assumptions or clichés. instead, do some research, take notes, or even ask chatgpt questions to help you.

10. don't be afraid to experiment and try new things

I was a fanfiction writer for a long time and was so scared to try original fiction because it seemed so much different from what I was accustomed to doing. however, once I decided to try something new, I discovered I liked to do it more than fanfiction. you'll never know until you try it!

11. never give up on your writing, keep practicing and learning to improve your skills

it takes time to acquire new skills, so if you're new to writing, please don't give up! It's fun and a long path, and I promise you'll love it, even more, the more you write!

I hope this was helpful! <3 have a nice day

also, i just released a new freebie!!! it's a free workbook for writers with over 90 pages to guide you through the process of plotting a novel. you might be interested in checking it out!! :D click here

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

part 1 -> part 2

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

a/n: i hope this was alright 😭 not proofread fuck it we ball

Where were you?

You couldn't move,

Were you in holding again?.

You didn't attack anyone, At least no one you could remember.

You still felt bad for that other merfolk they shouldn't have gotten so close.

Your mouth dry as you licked your even dryer lips despite the strange humidity in the air your body felt numb your limbs slack as you tried to look around only to realized you were in darkness shifting as your body regained it's senses.

You eventually woke up your body enough your tail thrashing in its confined space till you realized.

You weren't even in water you were moist yeah damp at the very least, You could feel the rubbery texture starting to agitated old and new wounds. Newer wounds plastered in this weird cold material that you found out was resistant to the water helping your wounds stay closed.

You learned quick back then not to try and scrape it off ending up in the sick bay was near hellish those babying voices, all those hands on you, and those needles the tiny things frightening you after finding out that such a small dose of whatever they gave you could send you helplessly lethargic and eventually unconscious as they shipped you over to a new tank.

But this?

This was weird as the sounds of voices and whirring finally reached your torn ears.

"There starting to wake up c'mon!-"

"You sure the crane is gonna be able to handle all of well that?"

"Yes just fuckin' dump em'"

And then you were suddenly weightless as your vision flooded with light blinding you and not helping your coordination as you fell into the water.

You couldn't breath the hard shock of the temperature of the water and the brightness stunning you enough that you didn't even realized you were free from confinement the brightness of the sun still clearing up the black spots in your vision.

"Is it dead? It's not moving-"

"Fuck we need to go- C'mon!"

"But-"

You finally came to your senses enough has you stole a quick breath of air before diving back under blinking rapidly as you looked around this felt different.

The water lacked its smell of strong chemicals, and nearly vivid teal blue look.

Where the fuck where you?

-

Okay there was a big issue you'd been swimming for a while now.

And you hadn't run into any walls yet.

You found yourself flinching sometimes when you approached what you thought was the end of the tank but it kept going, You didn't think you were in a pool anymore.

You kept swimming resisting the urge to pick at your wounds you were confused beyond belief as you went around there was fish everywhere most avoiding you you would too as you swam around.

You've never seen fish at least not when they weren't floating around dead to the pool bottom.

Vibrant coral still flourishing.

This wasn't right.

A grumble in your throat as you surfaced for a moment blinking as you looked around quickly realizing there was no pool edge in sight.

No person in sight.

No chairs.

No bright lights.

No sounds other than the water it's self and bird up ahead.

Oh fuck.

Wait.

Oh fuck yes.

You dove back down the pervious shock and horror changed into releif.

You were fucking free, You sighed your body slightly relaxing as you swam looking around.

You didn't remember much of the ocean, Barely much memories as a child but the open vastness was familiar you swam around till something or more like someone caught your eye a smaller merfolk collecting seaweed.

You tilted your head should you approach them? Maybe just to see where the hell in the ocean you were.

Or maybe you could scare the shit out of some poor guy who just slashed you with his makeshift knife.

Okay maybe slowly stalking up to him like a predator wasn't the smartest idea, You knew larger merfolk hunted and regularly ate smaller or merfolk who were more prey-like than usual if that made any sense.

But stabbing you?

That felt personal, Now you were desperately chasing after this guy trying to apologize and beg him to stop swimming it was starting to piss you off.

From behind you could see him better or at lease see what his mer half was better.

Shark.

Oh.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You eventually catch up to him grabbing him not at all gently flipping him around as you exhaled grumbling you'd need to take a breath soon and all the biting and scratching he was now doing.

"Fucking stop- Look I'm not going to eat you will you just!-"

"Get the fuck off me you fuckin' asshole!-"

"Look please I just need-"

"Si!-"

And then you feel like you got hit by a boulder as the mer you had previously been shaking and trying for him to stop yelling was yanked from you.

It took you a second to realized you were being dragged down your teeth meeting your attacker flesh as you struggled with whoever this was they were heavier and larger than you which didn't help your predicament that you needed air and quick.

Scratches and bites exchanged as they pushed to drag you deeper now you could say with full intent they wanted to drown you, You finally bit down as hard as you could as you slammed your tail against there body finally getting them off as you swam to the surface catching a quick breath before diving down and finally seeing what you where up against.

A orca mer much larger than yourself barreling towards you.

You barely had time to react as you flipped slamming your tail fin into him head first before darting off as fast as you could taking quick gasps of air till you felt you were no longer in his sights.

You surfaced panting heavily the reality of your wounds set in and your adrenaline wore off finally making you realize how tired you were you kept on swimming trying to ignore your own blood dyeing the surrounding waters red.

The reality of it all made you realize there's no injections to save you this time, No bandages and creams to help keep your wounds clean.

You were helpless.

You didn't know why you didn't realize it early, Was it the taste of freedom that blinded you? You had no idea how to hunt, No idea how to properly fight, And no idea how to treat your own wounds.

You eventually forced your self to swim till you saw some semblance of land the weird horrible chemical smells that came from human settlements was familiar too you but you avoided it.

You doubted you'd be recaptured you were too old, Too ugly, Too beaten up to be a nice new attraction having lost your baby face and charm years ago.

You could barely keep yourself awake as you swam yourself to the near perk of rocks it felt too close to the docks but you need something to rest on it was cloudy enough to not risk a sunburn which was something you did not need today.

You just hoped a human wouldn't come along and gawk at you like they usually did sometimes even throw bits of food clearly not made for consumption like you were a stray dog.

You just need a few minutes to rest.

Maybe a hour.

[musicalbl00m]

"Nothing fucks with my baby, Nothing can get a look in on my baby."

Word count: 374

Not beta-read

(Okay but like imagine catching him looking at you like this while your fighting or like literally killing someone and he just cant help but admire you and then keep that imagine in your head during this)

You and your travel company had been sitting by the fire, enjoying your dinner when you heard a shift in the background noise. The birds stopped chirping, and the wind stopped wailing. It was silent. Too silent.

Astarion had noticed your suspicion, carefully laying his hand on your thigh, slow enough to not startle you as you tried to listen to your environment.

Suddenly, and without warning, you stand up, Astarion’s hand falling from your thigh. Grabbing your weapon, you slowly walk towards the tree line, blending in with no problems. Astarion can’t help but admire you, seeing how naturally you move and prepare your attack, like a predator hunting for its prey.

He could see your companions become restless at your sudden behaviour, but Astarion stayed seated. He knew you, and he knew you were far more capable than any of your companions. He knew there was no force on earth that could fuck with you, nobody who could throw you a dirty look without being punished for it. You were a force of nature by yourself, nothing could fuck with you, His love.

And even if they tried, you had your own little guard dog as a second defence, and you knew for sure that Astarion prided himself in that.

As you came back to the group, Astarion noticed a few drops of blood on your cheek, the liquid obviously already being wiped from your weapon with your clothes, the fabric now stained red. It suited you, this air of danger.

“Be careful darling, you almost tainted your skin with some disgusting creatures’ blood.” He whispers to you with a smirk, softly wiping the drops off your cheek with his thumb and placing it in his mouth, his face turning sour at the tainted taste.

“I don’t think you understand how irresistible you are when you are hunting, my love.” He says to you huskily.

“Show me then.” You say to him under your breath.

“As you wish, My darling.” He replies, before pulling you into his tent.

It’s safe to say you are glad you caught the threat early, because you don’t think you would have given those creatures a fast death if they interrupted this holy night of pure pleasure.

[midnightmusings69]

As I languish in the tub's embrace, let the cadence of your voice cascade over me. The poems you read, a whispered symphony that dances around us. In the flickering candlelight, your words become the stars, guiding me through the depths of your heart as we revel in the intimacy of this moment, bound by the threads of our connection.

[girlfromthecrypt]

Nosleep author new to Tumblr --- Here to say hi!

It's great to see you here!

In case you're a stranger stumbling across this, I am an author on r/nosleep over on Reddit. I write first person POV dark fantasy/horror stories, mostly with a light touch. Topics include but are not limited to fairy-infested theme parks, frustrated dimension hoppers struggling with unemployment and women in wedding dresses roaming haunted forests. If any of that sounds interesting to you, feel free to check out my Reddit account. Or maybe you'd care to take a look at my subreddit, r/CrypticPark. As of now, the bulk of my work can be found there.

I suppose everyone who's following this blog knows me from Reddit. I plan to post my stories here as well as to r/nosleep. I find that the landscape on that subreddit has changed a lot lately, and not exactly in the best way. So maybe branching out will do me and my creative work some good. Let's see how it goes!

I gotta admit, I'm not at all used to how Tumblr works, so this post is as much as a greeting as it is me dipping my toes into what's sure to be a raging sea. Do folks even post texts like these here? Guess I'll see. Have mercy on me, is what I'm saying. I'm about as social media-savvy as your stereotypical granny. In fact, I am typing this with my screen dangerously close to my face, squinting at the keyboard like a vole. Still, I'll try my best to figure out this platform and make your stay on my blog as pleasant as I possibly can. I admittedly had fun playing with colors and fonts for my profile, so I hope there'll be good things to come.

Thanks for following my stories! Cheers

XxGftc

[tundraared]

i really like when i get marks on my body that tell a story of who i am.

the marker on my fingers shows that i’ve been letting myself experiment with my art more.

the bumps on the side of my middle and pinky fingers tell you stories about the stories i spend my time writing.

my beauty marks that my mom always told me were signifiers of those that fit their title.

my dark eye bags that prompt you to tell me what they cannot: that i should rest more.

the red shape on my nose bridge left by my glasses.

I am so excited to see the etchings of a life lived become even more ingrained in my vessel for experience.

when I develop smile lines, grey hairs, and a taste for caramel, I will know of my growth.

when my body becomes a naturally-occurring collage of days upon days, I will know of my dedication.

with stories of my own to tell, I will feel okay. I will feel glad.

[not24opposumsinatrenchcoat]

I will carve my way out

Synopsis: when you and your best friend, Ellie, get on a plane for your 1996 girls high school soccer team to go to Nationals… things get very intense, very fast.

(A Yellowjackets x TLOU fic)

Warnings: blood, gore, animal/human violence, guns, supernatural shit, religious trauma, homophobia/transphobia (basically everything that happens in YJ you should look out for)

This is just a teaser

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You and Ellie have been friends since you stepped into middle school, both nervous kids with an odd home life and single fathers. Soccer was what drove you to meet some of the best (and worst) people in your life. Your team held you together… but when you all get to go to nationals things get unwrapped in an utterly twisted way. You’re forced to face not only the wilds of the Canadian wilderness, but your deep rooted feelings for your best friend, Ellie.

Blood, tears, anger and love have seeped into the hunger for something greater and your whole team can feel it stewing…

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This is just a teaser I’m working on writing the whole fic right now cuz i wanna do a series but I wanna make sure this is something people actually wanna read 🧍‍♀️plz lmk

Also here is a link to a post with a bunch of links to pro-Palestine websites, please please please go check them out and support Palestine 🍉

🍉

[lunefaery]

I want to comfort the child version of myself

I want to hold her and kiss her round face

And tell her how beautiful she is

How much I love her jet black ringlets and dark eyes

I just want to tell her it will be okay

My heart breaks for her as all time occurs at once

Every violin playing in the symphony of the universe only plays one note

She is forever aching

And I can’t help her

- Lune’s Journal, September 17, 2023

[poeitivity]

[simmanin]

just write the damn thing and if it’s ”””bad””” then literally so what? You got practice out of it and that’s a hell of a lot more than if you did nothing.

[courtforshort15]

Less Than 5 Minutes

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Whoops, Matt drops the L word for the first time on accident.

Trigger warnings: none. Enjoy the fluff.

Masterlist

"What?"

Matt froze above you, hand still in your hair, as if your sudden question had startled him. For a second it looked like he was going to respond, before he snapped his mouth shut, eyes briefly shutting.

Your grip on the coffee cup in your hands faltered ever so slightly as you stared up at him, eyes squinted in confusion. You lowered the cup from your mouth, your mind struggling to comprehend what he had just said.

He shook his head jerkily and didn't say anything, instead choosing to quietly take a step back from you, panic plain across his face.

"What did you just say?" You asked, louder this time.

Matt swallowed loudly, his hand finally lowering from your hair before he briefly ran it down his face, scratching his jaw.

"Uh...nothing. I didn't say anything."

"You definitely said something."

Abruptly, Matt took another step back from you, turning sharply on his heel and reaching for his cane that he had put on the table next to your door the night before. He slipped his glasses on, the red lenses cutting off the vulnerability in his face from your view, probably knowing that you were becoming a near expert at reading him. Snatching up his briefcase, Matt gave you a bright smile, one that you knew was false and lacking the warmth of the smiles he normally sent your way.

His reaction to your innocent question was curious, and your head tilted to the side as you observed him from your seat at the kitchen table.

"Goodbye. That's all. I was just...I was just saying goodbye," Matt mumbled as he unfolded his cane. The pieces snapped into a straight line in front of him. You eyed the way his knuckles whitened as he grasped it tightly, but you didn't say anything.

"OK, Matt. I hope you have a good day at work," you shrugged, confused at his abrupt departure. You didn't miss the way he yanked the door open, nearly ramming the corner into toe of his shoe. He definitely wasn't someone you would classify as clumsy, and yet here he was, almost stumbling on his own two feet, trying to escape your apartment as soon as he could.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart." And then he was gone, door latching tightly behind him, your apartment now silent except for the air conditioning running quietly in the background.

What on Earth....?

You stared at your door, blinking in utter bewilderment, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Less than 45 seconds ago, he had been teasing you about your lack of ability to function before 7am, quickly adjusting his tie before leaning down to kiss you on your forehead goodbye while you sipped on your second cup of coffee. You had grumbled out something that didn't even begin to resemble a word, and he had laughed quietly into your hair.

Have a good day, sweetheart. Love you.

Oh.

Oh.

He had said...love.

Such a small, simple sentence. Such a small, simple sentence, that actually wasn't simple at all, when you thought about it.

You hadn't exchanged the words yet, but he had pressed them into your skin without a second thought. He had changed everything without even thinking about it, as if the words had always fallen naturally from his lips.

This...was huge.

And you had ruined the moment with a sleep-addled brain that had struggled to comprehend what he had said until he was already out your door.

The words had been sudden and unexpected, even on his end, it seems, as you recalled the shock on his face. But that didn't make them any less welcome, any less treasured. A wide, beaming smile broke out across your lips, the warmth of his words spreading through your chest like wildfire.

Of course your fearless vigilante would run away from the shock of his own feelings spilling from his lips. Of course your smooth-talking lawyer would become tongue tied, unable to form a coherent sentence after blurting out the words that you, yourself, had been wanting to say since the first time he kissed you.

God, he was such a dork.

Still grinning like an idiot, you slammed your coffee mug on the counter, liquid splashing out, as you raced over to your window. With shaking, excited hands, you wretched it open and stuck your head out.

"I love you, too, you ridiculous man." You didn't bother shouting it, knowing his ears would pick it up as clearly as if he was standing right next to you.

Matt's startled laughter floated up to you from the sidewalk below, his head turned in your direction from where he stood at the crosswalk on his way to work.

Two minutes later, you were throwing your door wide open, leaning into him as he stepped over the threshold and pressed his lips fiercely to yours.

His cane was folded up and placed back on the table next to your door, where it remained the rest of the day.

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 2 -> part 3

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

a/n: sorry if it seems like im rushing i want to have most of the parts be the slow burn rather then the build up again not proof read we ride or die

tags; @chickennn-soupp <3 !

You slept nearly the entire day till you stirred awake at the near by noise of the wood creaking on the dock.

You groaned quietly as you shifted getting ready to pull yourself back into the water the tide had started to come back in and your wounds weren't bleeding much but you couldn't stay here for long anyways.

"What the hell?"

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice as you quickly turned towards it sort of flinching back slightly you weren't close to the dock at all but it still felt too close.

You've been around humans enough to know a a lot things.

You knew how to read and understand English well enough and speak it too it always amazed them for some reason even though you were always capable at mimicking or learning other languages they always saw you as just a slightly higher intelligent animal.

So you knew a phone when you saw one and you knew what it usually meant to so once they pulled it out without much hesitation you dived back under you were starting to dry out a bit.

"Wait wait!-"

You just ignored them as you swam a good distance away it was too risky for you to linger your injuries still fresh and you haven't the slightest clue to take care of them.

-

When he decided to take a break down at the docks for a quick smoke he did not at all expect to see a fucking Orca mer of all fuckin things the words just slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"What the hell?"

They looked like they'd been threw a blender poor thing, They flinched when he guess they heard his voice staring at him now it was hard to see much of what they looked like but he fished out his phone quickly as he flicked threw his contacts dialing a number only to realized the mer was starting to move.

"Wait wait!-"

He cursed internally as you already slipped into the water just as the phone had picked up.

"Price!"

"Fuckin' hell Garrick pipe down-"

"Ah I know- I know- But It's urgent-"

"I swear Gaz if it's about that dog."

"It's not this time I promise! I got another case on our hands."

-

You had found another set of rocks to rest on messing with a shell you had snagged from a coral bed a ways back but you had snagged some seaweed in a attempt to replicate the way humans would bandage you.

It was messy and barely actually helped but it covered the few wounds you could manage to wrap without pain flaring up.

The sudden urge of hunger came over you realizing you haven't eaten in a while your last meal was when you were fed this morning.

Surely hunting wouldn't be that hard?.

It was not that hard honestly,

If hunting was scaring off some poor saps from there kill was hunting you were lucky they mistook your grizzled appearance as experience and strength rather than weakness.

Because you were most definitely weak as you dug into the poor creatures flesh you couldn't identify what it was as you ate it but you didn't care there wasn't a bad taste and you hadn't keeled over from some toxin so you were alright.

You eventually finished off most of it before leaving the rest there you were full now swimming off to god knows where your wounds didn't stop hurting of course which slowed you down greatly.

You eventually found yourself another place to sleep for the night your wounds would hopefully start doing something other than stay open and risk infection or even tearing worse.

What you didn't expect to be waken up to was the sound of the familiar rumble of a boat that was way too close voices that sounded way to clear you were supposed to be too far out for any human to happen upon you.

You were not in the mood for squeal and the shutter and flash of cameras today as you slinked back under the water and swam off.

What you also failed to expect is for the boat to start following you, You initially thought they got bored and were going to turn there boat back around to shore but of course not they were following you.

You just kept swimming forcing yourself to go faster swimming a bit lower hoping they'd lose you but they didn't.

Familiar dread rose in you panic slightly rising as you kept swimming ignoring the burn and strain you were putting on you wounds.

You didn't want to go back brief flashes of memories obscuring your vision dug up from you subconscious The chase, The shots, And the blood there was so much you couldn't breath you were covered in it.

You blinked away the memories you couldn't lose yourself not now as you took a quick breath and that was your mistake as you felt a sudden sharp pain in your tail crying out as you thrashed turning yourself to try to rip out the dart that had been shot into you it was on the smaller side but sharp enough to pierce threw your thick skin of your tail fin.

Fatigue had already set in as you eventually ripped the thing out the boat had stopped muffle warped voices from above the water as the whirr of a machine came to life.

You couldn't fucking go back not like this they'd kill you or worse, Why would they want you bad you were ruined you weren't young and energetic and naive you didn't have the hope of escape you used too.

You didn't have much time to think of your demise much more as thee was another sharp pain in your back before you fell unconscious.

a/n: woooo new pov ee also how would you guys feel if i dropped the height chart of all characters ? (your much bigger than you think orcas r huge so u being half a orca would make you massive enough :3)

[musicalbl00m]

Imagine #2: Confessing your love to them.

wordcount: 590

Love confession to your friend while he gets ready for a date

not beta-read

“You sure I look alright, sweetheart?” he asks, running his fingers through his hair again. “It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date.” He mumbles.

Instead of replying, you are contemplating your whole existence. You’ve been in love with him for as long as you’ve known him, and for a while you thought the feeling was mutual. But alas, you didn’t have the balls to confess, and he hasn’t done so either. So, here you are, giving the boy you loved with your whole heart advice for his date with another girl.

Being so lost in thought, you didn’t notice his confusion at your silence. He knew you’ve been having a little rough time lately, but you haven’t been yourself for a few days. For a second he contemplates if its because of his date, but he quickly dismisses that thought.

“You know, if you’re not feeling well you don’t have to stay here. Its late and I know that you usually like to go to bed early. I don’t want to keep you up. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.” He says earnestly.

You sigh softly, before looking up at him. He spots the pained look in your eyes and walks over to where you are sitting on his bed. Carefully, he cups your cheeks and looks at you with a gentle gaze.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart? You’ve been awfully quiet.” He asks softly, his thumb caressing your skin.

“I just…” you say hesitantly, looking into his mesmerizing eyes. “Are you sure you want to go on that date? She just… doesn’t seem like your type.”

“I don’t know, I just thought it was time for me to get out there you know. Is the date really what’s bothering you? Do you know her from something? Did she hurt you?” He asks, worried at the thought of someone hurting you.

“No not at all! She seems lovely.” You say hurriedly. “I guess I just always hoped… that I had a chance or something. I know its silly but…” You don’t finish your sentence immediately, trying to see his reaction, only to see him patiently waiting for you to finish. “I always hoped that at the end of the day it would be me you came home to, you know. That I’d be the one you kissed. And for a while I had hope that you felt the same, but I just got too insecure I guess.” You confess, closing your eyes as if to shield yourself from the possible rejection.

He lets out a soft chuckle, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You know, you have nothing to be insecure about sweetheart.” He says softly. “You are so incredibly kind, and creative. You are smart and helpful. You are beautiful and so incredibly fashionable.” He tells you with a cheeky grin as he tugs on the hello kitty sweatpants you are wearing. “You are everything a guy could want and much more. And I’ll be yours in a heartbeat, sweetheart. I just need you to say the words.” He confesses to you, looking into your eyes with a soft gaze.

“I am so incredibly in love with you. I have been forever and ever. Please let me be yours.” You tell him, almost begging.

“Took you long enough.” He teases, before connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“I am so utterly in love with you too, sweetheart.” He mumbles, before continuing to press soft kisses to your lips.

[elementsofemily1193]

Hello Tumblr!

I am terrible at remembering to post on here… I have this story in AO3 in the Chenford fandom and it’s getting pretty exciting, If you haven’t read it yet, kudos and comments are appreciated!

I am so excited for the new season of The Rookie and can’t wait to see what happens with all my favorite characters!

[ezrasipad]

Vent Writing, Lawrence Oleander

“What are you?”

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, revealing the depths of one's being within a single glance and yet, in Lawrence’s eyes there was nothing to be seen, there was no trace of a mortal soul remaining. Instead, he only physically resembled a human and even that was a faulty mask, a body devoid of purpose and burdened by the weight of existence. A bittersweet smile broke out on his face, not an expression of genuine joy, but rather a manifestation of his inability to fathom his mother's piercing question: "What are you?" Did she perceive him as a threat, a monster in disguise to be feared? Was this cruel question an attempt to purposely upset him or perhaps she really thought of him a stranger in her own home? She wasn’t exactly wrong to ask that, what was he? Not even he had the answers to that. They had pushed him to the shadows, treating him like a shameful secret that must be concealed from the world. Instead of seeking to understand him, they chose to ignore his very existence, sweeping him under the rug of their collective consciousness which probably only made him develop into the odd, poor, and pathetic excuse of a human he is today. It was only when his emotions erupted suddenly when he could no longer bottle it up anymore, unleashing uncontrollable meltdowns that not even he could decipher, that his family was forced to acknowledge his presence. His laughter haunted the rooms, endless laughter dripping from his lips, he has finally gone mad, his mother could see in that very moment how lost Lawrence became in his own head. In those moments of vulnerability and chaos, a glimpse of his inner workings became undeniable. Yet, even then, it was only more reason for his family to mistreat him. Lawrence longed for acceptance, for someone to see beyond the facade he had constructed to shield himself from a world that couldn't comprehend his complexities. He yearned for his family to embrace him, faults and all, to be able to have someone to see him and not think to him as a monster. But until that day arrived, he would continue to wander through life, a solitary figure caught between the realms of existence and nothingness, he is after-all just a pathetic boy.

(This is a vent post btw sorry for the ramble been going through some stuff with my parents and my mood swings have been absolutely terrible lately :,D)

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I have so much fanfiction prompts, ideas, and writings in my docs but I can't finish then help😭