#random attempts of writing

[zamateeshares]

Zamatee is sharing again.

The Digital Burn Book

"We’ve seen a steady rise in the presence of burner accounts across social media platforms. This piece questions why hiding makes being online more fun and why being yourself is so curated these days."

Please enjoy 🤍

[bluerosefox]

Supersons vs Ghost Gal (It started with Grandma's Kent Cookies)

Jon huffs as he tosses himself on his bed.

He didn't do it! He really didn't! At least not this time and yet he's in trouble for 'lying'!!!

Sure he liked to sneak pieces of whatever his grandmother would bake for dessert for the night, heck sometimes she sneakily let him, but he swears this time he didn't do it! And if he did he wouldn't had taken so many cookies! He may not be the sharpest but even he knew better than to take so many from the tray!

And yet no one believed him! His mom was so disappointed he wasn't 'owning up' to it that she banned dessert for him for like three days! He's totally innocent!

He frowned and began to wonder if it was Conner but remembered he was off world doing a reunion of YJ in space for the last few days.

But still someone had taken those cookies. And it wasn't him! Or grandpa, or his dad, he knew it wasn't his mom and his grandma loved feeding people over eating it for herself, it was her love language! And-

Jon's eyes widened and shot up when he realized something

Someone stole his grandma's cookies... without alerting him, the one with super-hearing!

And...

And no one believed he dint steal them or realized this either.

Oh... he... he needed help. And he knew just who might be able to help him.

-×-×-

FarmBoi2.0: Damian! I need your help!!!!!!ndjekeormekzndiekdkdprjwnaofnfl

TheHeir is typing....

-×-×-

Meanwhile, hidden not to far from the Kent's farm, hiding in a old tree house that had been built for a young Clark Kent, a girl roughly around Jon's age with white hair and glowing green eyes happily munched away on the cookies she had managed to snag for the night.

'I'll write a sorry note tomorrow. They smelt so freaking good and I haven't had chocolate chip cookies in ages' she thought as she stuffed another in her mouth.

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Doctor: Have you been exercising lately? Me: yes I have doctor. The exercise:

(Art by Yours truly,) If you want to use, pls give credit-!

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “Ah shit.”

Person B: “What’s wrong?! It got really noisy all of a sudden!”

Person A: “Oh don’t worry about that, someone’s just trying to kill me again. Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back.”

[optiwashere]

Huh, I didn't even realize it'd been a year since BG3 came out until I opened tumblr this morning. Kinda wild. I didn't think much of the game's release: I like Larian's games, and I like the BG series. I wasn't ever going to skip the game, but I didn't think I'd play it at launch because I was busy working on a novel in 2023 and not doing well financially.

Thankfully, circumstances left me with a little bit of extra money last year just before launch and it meant I could spend on a video game. I needed a pick-me-up after said 2023 novel failed to go anywhere, and BG3 was right there. Like most CRPGs, I played it in basically every moment of free time that I had and did as much as I possibly could in one playthrough.

It's so odd how these small happenstances can snowball into coming back to fandom, finding some friends I might've never met otherwise, and writing a lot of fanfiction along the way. I'll probably have something more interesting to say/share when it's the 14th, AKA when I sat down and wrote my first fic for this fandom.

Anyways, it's been a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to more years to come 💜

[the-bitter-ocean]

(ACT 3/4 OPTIONAL ACHIEVEMENT SPOILERS) Wanted to practice more writing and decided to do this quick drabble based on this illustration that @startagainaprologue made for his isat randomized roleswap au! Writing is under the cut:

<You wait for her to touch you.>

< As you stand there and wait you are suddenly hit with a realization.>

< A very obvious one, if you’re being truthful with yourself. >

< She will never be the one to reach out to touch you first. >

< Euphrasie is polite like that.>

< It isn’t to say that she’s afraid of touch. >

< Quite the opposite, actually.>

< Euphrasie is nothing like you.>

< You’ve seen her for dozens of loops hug the people in your party.>

< She enjoys showing that type of affection to others. It makes her happy.>

< She will always hesitate on giving it when it comes to you.>

< Even though you know now what she wanted to say to you.>

< You know you know you know but it can’t be real until you put pen to paper.>

< You want it be the truth so badly. >

=> < Keep waiting. >

=> < Rewrite the script. >

=> < Keep waiting. >

< You wait. >

<…>

< Nothing changes. >

< Why? Why do you keep doing that? Why are you still waiting? >

< Is it really that enjoyable to revisit the same old story again and again? >

< Do you enjoy torturing yourself that much?>

< This will continue to go on like this if you don’t make the first step. >

< Ah, what did she say a few loops ago? “Be the change you wish to see in the world?” >

< Well, here you are. >

< You’re in the same spot as always. >

< She says the same lines. She reaches out to you- for just a moment before remembering her role. >

< She starts to lower her hand away.>

< You wish to change the way this ends. >

< There’s a common saying that repeating the exact same actions and expecting different results is nothing short of insanity. >

<…>

< So what will you do? >

=> < Keep waiting.>

=> < Rewrite the script. >

=> < Rewrite the script. >

((“Oh! Hello Odile! It’s very good to see-”))

((“…-You?”))

((…?!))

< You lunge forward.>

((“Odile? Are you-“))

((“Ah-!”))

< You embrace her. >

< Euphrasie feels warm and comforting. >

< Far brighter than the sun that’s currently shining down upon on the two of you. >

< You hold unto her. >

< You smile. >

< You open your eyes and look up. >

< Euphrasie is… >

<…?! >

< She’s frowning. >

< You freeze. >

< You quickly let go and move away. >

< You feel cold. >

< Why? >

<Why does she look like that?>

< Why why why why wh- >

< You feel a tug on your stomach and you- >

<……>

< “Hello, Euphrasie. After hearing what you said earlier…I wanted to conduct private investigation on the Favor Tree.” >

< “.. I’d like to get it done sooner, rather than later since we have a finite amount of time on our hands.” >

((“Oh okay! I don’t mean to distract you, Odile.”))

< She smiles at you. >

< You don’t make the mistake of smiling back at her again. >

((“.. So intense..!”))

((“ But in all seriousness, I'll let you go. See you at the Clocktower!”))

[daemon-in-my-head]

I had a spontaneous idea. So I'll torment u with it.

Growing pains - excerpt of a Bhaalspawn's journal

You find a booklet hidden deep within the temple's chambers. It appears tattered and stained, blood long dried and translucent watery marks covering every inch of the yellowed paper and leathery case.

As you open it, a Bhaalspawn's experiences reveal themselves before your eyes.

It hurt.

When it first happened, it hurt.

Even afterwards, every time it happened, the pain was unimaginable. It was as though my body was ripped apart, tendons snapping under pressure, skin being shredded, intestines torn and bones crushed.

It was agonising every time it happened. And yet, the more often I had to endure, the pain seemed to lessen. Not by a lot, of course. The agony and terror never fully vanished. But one could still say that I grew used to it. This twisted rite of passage, the 'growing pains' someone of my kind was expected to endure. Expected to celebrate.

Perhaps it was precisely that which lessened the pain. Their expectations, allowing me to feign ignorance. The love that always seemed to accompany this pain. The care and adoration for the monster it festered.

A gift he had called it. An heirloom passed down to his favourite. A treasured possession only those deemed worthy were graced with. And so I deluded myself. Fooling myself that this pain had been the greatest act of fatherly love he'd ever shown. That this was his care, and that a little pain was a worthy price for the adoration he'd shown.

Perhaps their love had made me ignorant towards the screams of warning and looming doom my body had thrown at me.

But I didn't listen. I got drunk on the love so desperately desired. This false showcase of compassion that I should've known was nothing but cruelty, and yet looked away from.

And nowadays, sometimes I wonder. When I'm alone and the blinded sheep returned to their quarters. When his love and the ecstasy it accompanies fades. What if I had listened to the screams? What if I had heeded the warnings?

Could I have avoided these crimson-stained hands? The guilt that haunts me? The unimaginable pain that doesn't seem to numb anymore? Would it have preserved this fickle thing, humanity they've called it, if I had listened?

Idk if ill do more like this. It is kinda fun tho

[polar-equinoxx]

I have things. I’m working on. But the art has been art-blocked :(

But for now have these two idiots (i love them)

[isfjmel-phleg]

😶

[aimfor-theheart]

sci fi and fantasy genres are really for minorities and while i’m not surprised white cishet men in particular have dominated and claimed those genres as theirs, it’s so like….frustrating watching them butcher the genres again and again. ceaselessly. without an ounce of self awareness.

[zamateeshares]

The hardest thing to do post heartache is to remain soft. To not pull back because last time your love wasn't treated well. To not half ass it. I must love at full capacity because that's what I am.

- me, a retired lover girl

[roomba-mangga]

taking a little break from writing for a few days to cool down the brain but first... yaad&thistle au fic preview under the cut. this is clocking in at 12k atm, i haven't finished drafting all the scenes yet, but i am deeply enjoying this one.

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

how it feels when you finally continue write/drawing your project and you're finally reaching to that one plot twist moment you've kept in your head:

[king-the-third]

It’s so unfair that it isn’t healthy to put myself in situations that make me genuinely upset just so I can write pretty words without overthinking

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[world-of-socks]

-Soooo I couldn’t get this scene out of my head so here’s this. I suppose you should tread carefully as there could be some sensitive topics involved. (Implied suicide attempt… sort of???) This is all related to my headcanon post from a little bit ago

-After an intense argument with Pink, Blue and Yellow discuss an old wound.

“She’s not getting a planet of her own, Blue! I won’t allow it!” She stormed (quite literally) down the hallway, heels clicking.

Blue followed close behind, fists clenched. She struggled slightly to catch up with her.

“She can barely handle her own pearl let alone a whole planet!” The yellow gem was fuming, the air around her crackled slightly, buzzing with energy.

“Be that as it may, you can’t keep throwing tantrums like this!” Blue’s voice teetered upon unhinged, she was near as angry as Yellow.

The clicking stopped.

“I’m serious, Yellow. Lately your powers have been out of control! Stars name, what is going on?! You need to get yourself under control or someone is going to get seriously hurt!” Blue stopped in return, the gem did not turn to face her.

Yellow’s shoulders were taught, fists clenched, and brows furrowed. She could hear her own ferocious breathing and was suddenly embarrassed.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.” She growled, “My abilities are under complete control.”

“Denying it isn’t going to get us anywhere. So either you can grow up and get it together OR you can continue to act like Pink- the exact gem you are oh so critical of!” Blue huffed.

Neither moved. The air still crackled, but that was near the only sound.

“Look.” Blue sighed, “I know what this is really about. This is about Thunderstroke… isn’t it?.”

Yellow sucked in a quick breath, and flinched at the name.

“White told us never to mention-!” Yellowed started.

“White isn’t here right now.” Blue interrupted, “You still haven’t said anything about it. You- you wouldn’t speak to me for almost a hundred years afterwards! Look, we’re hundreds of years older, more mature; can we not talk about it now?”

More painful silence.

“That planet was your life-our life. Are we just going to pretend it never happened? All those things we said- gone?!”

Blue fidgeted with some of the embroidery on her dress, yet there was still no answer. She sighed and drew herself up.

“I will open my chambers tonight. Nobody will be allowed in but you. If morning comes tomorrow and you did not enter through my door, then I will know your answer.” Blue said flatly.

With that, she turned heel, and left. She did not hear if Yellow had done the same.

That evening, Blue diamond spent her time organizing her chambers. She put away the many holograms she had floating about for work, opened the curtains that flew in front of the window to the garden, and pushed aside the throne White had given her to work in. As she waited for Yellow’s response, she flipped through an old holographic photo binder. They were old memories that her gem had captured that she had uploaded: various images of a younger freckled yellow diamond beaming, strange flora and fauna, and a variety of blueprints she had developed in her younger years. Yellow used to smile more.

As time ticked by, Blue grew more and more anxious. Flicking through painful memories wasn’t exactly helping, either. Eventually though, these feelings were stalled as the door to her chambers hissed open.

Yellow diamond stood in the door. She quietly removed her helmet, revealing her curly locks of golden and sandy brown hair. She held the helmet at her side and strode forward, a sort of unconfidence took solace in her strides.

Blue looked up as she reached the chair across from her at the small table, and motioned silently with her eyes so as to give her an invite to sit down. The yellow gem understood and sat, laying her helmet upon the table.

“I’ve-… thought a lot about what you said earlier.” She murmured.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“And?” Blue prompted, eyes unwavering from Yellow’s face.

“And I’m not sure if I’m fully ready to talk about-…what happened, but I know if I keep waiting for myself to feel ready… I will never speak on it.”

As the silence settled comfortably around the room, Yellow carefully removed her gloves, and laid them neatly on the table.

“Yellow-!” Blue started at the sight of Yellow’s bare hands.

Her hands and about up to her elbows looked terribly damaged. The tips of Yellow’s fingers were blackened and her arms were a charred brownish color. Stemming from her fingertips were deep, yellow chasms that imitated lightning; scars.

“They’ve only gotten worse since-… Thunderstroke.” Yellow said shakily, “Nothing I do can stop it. If I don’t wear the gloves, my powers seem to be under less control and White and my subjects will know of my imperfections. If I wear them… I’m beginning to think it makes the scarring worse.”

“Pink can heal, you should-!”

“No…” Yellow let her forehead sink into one hand, “I’ve tried already.”

“…how?”

“I asked for some of her power secretly. I told her it was for a mission. I tried, but it didn’t work.”

“What do you think will happen if it continues on like this? Yellow, it could damage the whole of your form.” Blue let her concern drip onto her tongue.

“Hmph. Well if that’s your concern, check my back.” She chuckled, no joy was behind the laughter.

Blue raised an eyebrow, stood up, and approached the back of Yellow’s chair.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Unzip the back of my shirt.” Yellow muttered.

Blue did as she was told, but drew back as the zipper reached a little before halfway down Yellow’s spine. There, near the center of her back, was a giant, white, star shaped burn.

“Just a little reminder from White about what happened.” Yellow replied bitterly.

“My stars.” Blue breathed.

There was silence as Blue stood still, staring at the scar unblinking. A tear fell down her cheek as she remembered what happened that day.

“Why’d you do it?” Blue asked, dropping the act, letting her younger self from that day pull the reins.

“Jump?” Yellow asked, “You know why. Deep down I know you know just as well as I do.”

“Just let me hear you say it. Just this once.” She breathed.

“Fine.” Her voice broke a little, “I did it because I knew deep down that I was never going to be able to be anything more than what I was made for. I did it because I was afraid. I did it because I thought-… because I thought maybe I had a chance of escaping even-… even if that meant shattering.”

Blue heard Yellow struggling to keep herself from crying. She heard a tear sizzle upon contact with one of her arms, Yellow hissed at the pain.

“I realized that day, the second White destabilized me, that it was over. I knew at that moment that there would never be a life where I could look at any world and see something other than another chore. There would never be a life where I could love-…” She stopped as a sob strangled her throat.

Blue put a hand to her mouth, a few little noises came out as she too struggled with her own tears. She eventually just bent over and placed a soft kiss on the white scar on Yellow’s back. After, she let one hand stay on her back, a small comfort, but all she could offer.

“I just don’t…” Yellow started, attempting to compose herself, “Don’t want what happened on Thunderstroke to happen to Pink. She is just like us- like me-… and it will break her.”

“I know…” Blue sniffed, “But you can’t protect her forever. Keeping her from her Thunderstroke will break her all the same.”

“There really is no escape.”

Melancholic monotony had become Yellow’s day to day for hundreds of years and in this moment it was utterly apparent. She had submitted to her purpose and let herself get lost in numbers and war. If she had nothing else she would live for the next assignment and the feeling of checking one more thing off her list.

The feeling of Blue’s warm lips on her back made her hurt for living for someone instead.

Holograms, numbers, and swords were only so warm.

“I’ll fight to get her a planet.” Yellow sighed, “Perhaps she’ll be stronger or cleverer than I was.”

“It might end the same.” Blue said in a hushed voice.

“For gems… it all ends the same. I suppose what is really real about our lives is what we manage to do when we get a taste of freedom.”

Yellow finally turned and looked at Blue.

“You know… I- I cherished every moment I spent with you on that planet.” Yellow murmured.

“It didn’t have to end there…” She whispered in return, gently cupping Yellow’s face with one hand.

“Mm.”

Yellow stood up and took Blue’s face in her scarred hands, “May I?”

Blue leaned into the touch and hummed, “Of course.”

She leaned in and they shared a kiss.

“Promise me you’ll talk to me more like this.” Blue breathed as their lips parted.

“I will try.” She whispered, “You know I struggle with such things.”

Monotony is an ugly thing. Pressure to be perfect is an ugly thing. Both over a long period of time are damning. The diamonds, like all gems, were damned. Over time conversations fade and lose meaning and power. Over time more stressors come along and promises are broken. But there was always a light at the end of it all, and it was not White’s horrific powers, it was beautiful and powerful: hope.