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I write a lot and most of it never sees the light of day! I like anime, video games, science, writing, reading etc!!! I'm in a lot of fandoms too but this will mostly be original work! (Maybe???)

[blankbooks]

to my future child

I’m scared of a lot

But mostly I’m scared of the day I’ll hold you in my arms for the first time

And I'm scared of the day you spill milk on the carpet

And I’m scared of the way my voice will pierce the air and travel right to your heart and stay in your brain forever

I’m also afraid of the day you throw a tantrum, of the look I’ll give you in public, a promise of returning home and the punishment that awaits you

I’m afraid of the day you grow obnoxious, of the way I’ll resent the way you speak about the newest cartoons and why that is your favorite character

I’m afraid of the day you flinch

I’m afraid of the day I’ll try to soothe you, but really it's me I’m trying to make feel better 

I’m also scared of the day you finally grow resentful and angry 

And I'm scared of the day I will be right 

Afraid that one day I’ll see that I wasn't kind enough, brave enough, stable enough to raise you as I should have 

I’m afraid of the day I’ll realize I’m her

And the day I realize you are me. 

To my dearest… never-to-be born child.

May we never meet. 

The kindest thing I can do for you is make absolutely certain the day we meet, the day I hold you in my arms for the first time never comes.

[blankbooks]

Who could ever love a chore like me

[the-ellia-west]

I'm bored, so how about this

20 notes and I'll go on a big walk and take a bunch of pretty spring pictures

50 notes and I'll show you my Cat

100 notes and I'll make a schedule for myself

200 notes and I'll Post an audio of me saying "Hello Governor, fine day it is outside isn't it. Care for a cup of tea?" In a shitty British accent

400 notes and I'll Start writing Lifesaver from the beginning

500 Notes and I'll write 3 new J&R scenes

700 Notes and I'll organize my papers

800 Notes and I'll do smash or pass with houses on Zillow

1000 Notes and I'll Start outlining an actual plot for J&R

1300 Notes, and I'll make a few(2-6) pages of Marril's Journal for you

1500 Notes and I'll clean my room

2000 Notes and I will make a fully improvised fake nature Documentary about Flowers with zero research

PLEASE don't spam too hard?

[blankbooks]

No clue who this person is but I want them to get shit done ^^

[goldfish2901]

Base on light novel vol.1

Nobara was angry because Megumi went to the Angel Maid Coffee ( but didn't get mad at Yuuji)

I think she was jealous so ... ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #157

The spell is almost complete, and MJ knows. She knows Peter's never going to come find them. He's going to let himself stay forgotten.

So as soon as he's swung away she opens her phone and types in the first chat she sees with Peter not in it: "May Parker's nephew the most boring white boy name Tony Stark's son Midtown decath I love him Ned's best friend about to be erased by magic DONT FORGET HIM FIND HIM."

She manages to add a few final notes just for her, to prove to her future self that she's really the one sending the message. She hits send just as the spell is sealed.

It turns out, the group chat she'd written in was the one for "FOS" (Friends of Spider-Man).

When she stumbles across the chat again, large sections of it's history are now blank, and she doesn't remember what the name stands for. But the members are still there: herself, Ned, May Parker, Happy Hogan, and Tony Stark.

So. Two dead people and May's ex boyfriend, who never bothers to respond. At least Ned is determined. And that "I love him" echoes in her head. They both begin to poke at the mystery, not really sure it'll ever be solved.

Little does she know, Tony Stark is not as dead as the whole world believes. And he's very concerned that this random group chat is talking about magic and him having a missing son.

[blankbooks]

Guilt (tw)

it eats away at my insides,

i can feel the emptiness it leaves behind,

a great chasm etched into my bones,

it all started when mommy said it was because i didnt keep my mouth shut, "they took you all away because you showed them the bruises."

it all started when i heard words like, "she was asking for it." when they spoke about women ravaged by monsters. I thought since they could think such things about... them, then what about me? What about me who was six years old, who was beckoned over, told to sit, who did as he said, who was confused, who walked back inside and never told anyone? what about me? what about me? am i at fault? "you shouldve said something" is another thing i hear others say to people like me. it deepens the hollowness in my heart.

perhaps i am a criminal.

i know i didnt commit the crime.

but it feels as if i did.

[blankbooks]

I am scum of the earth, I’ve settled on this thesis.

Oh how I wish someone would come along and refute this.

[blankbooks]

I worry I have nothing of substance to proclaim. No words of wisdom that may wow you or a crowd. I worry I am empty.

[lovely-abeille-deactivated20241]

on being the daughter of the family

if my body could speak, blythe baird // i put the coffin out to sea, lisa marie basile // @/belovedbi // ? // been a son, nirvana // elektra, sophokles; translated by anne carson // ? // churching, kristin chang

[blankbooks]

a sad dream

in my dream you're back, dad

in my dream reality had just been a nightmare

you run to me and pick me up and spin me around

i hold on tight

i smile and breathe a sigh of relief

"are you really back forever?"

you smile and your lips move but there's not a single sound

my heart sinks and your body dissolves right before my eyes

i hate it

perhaps it is impossible even in a place like my mind

do you leave me in other worlds too?

is there a single world in which you stay?

perhaps that one is the worst one

and perhaps it is a mercy...

you being gone

[blankbooks]

Oh.

Oh.

There’s lightning dancing underneath my skin. It roars like waves crashing against rock, ready to submerge me under again and again.

And I… I am willing.

Oh.

I’m breathless. Oh.

Oh.

This is love.

It is.

I know it is.

Oh.

Images caress the back of my eyes.

Letters sound cloyingly smug, sweet, real, fake, desperate, despairing, daring, crying, sighing, lying.

Oh.

Oh god. I am in love.

It is you I want.

You — who makes me feel as no other has before.

[blankbooks]

Dethroned

My destruction; your opportunity

My empire in rubble, 

The crown knocked off my head, 

Sitting atop yours 

I’ve changed, 

So have you, 

The power I once held has transformed, 

I ponder, am I still me? 

No… afterall, 

I hold a new name

You stand up straight now– don’t cower or hide like before, scurrying at the sight of me—

Tell me, does it feel good? 

Does it feel good? 

I’m sure it does, 

Taking the place of a disgraced emperor and ruling anew, watched as our offspring barely survived, cowered and hid to survive— scurried at the sight of you— all while you transformed

I’m sure it does

I will live in this position,

And you yours, 

That is simply our lot in life, 

But I will not mourn when you bring about our final— complete — destruction. 

You, mighty new king, 

will also be dethroned, 

But at your own hands. 

.

[cosmictuesdays]

Searching for a Half-Forgotten Comic

Some time ago, a couple US president administrations back, I read a comic online dealing with two sisters - one normal, one with superpowers. Their parents were trans-dimensional energy-based aliens and the superpowered sister announced herself at a press conference, which was followed by a scene of assorted military figures worrying she might declare war on the world at large.

While I read it online, it may have been published and sold in comic book stores.

Does this ring a bell for anyone? What I remember is either too general to be a useful search term, or too specific to have been indexed anywhere, and I can't for the life of me recall the title.

[animentality]

[shiroa]

[arinavah]

getting ready for a bar date❤️

[blankbooks]

Pain

[blankbooks]

Elias and Elliot

Context: After Elias usurps the throne, his brother Elliot attempts to stop him. Elias kills him in front of their sister Emilia. Elias is mad at this point, but it worsens as he reigns.

“What should I do, Elliot?” 

Like always, Elliot says nothing. He only gazes blankly at Elias. Somedays, his expressions will change. Elias deciphers judgment or anger, depending on the tyrant's mood. Most days are like today: the slain prince only looks on coldly at his killer. 

Elias smiles as he finds an old drawing Emilia had once made for him in secret. “I wonder if she’s eating well.” Elliot is silent. “Do you remember when the king would punish me, and she'd sneak me food?” Elias frowns suddenly, “Was she looking down at me, perhaps? Like you used to do.” 

Elias glares at Elliot. “Will you say something?” Silence. He scoffs, robes following as he paces the room. “This is why I killed you, Elliot. You’ve always been difficult. It’s unbecoming of a prince.” Silence. “Elliot! I’m tired of your games. Who do you think you are, making a fool of me? I am god chosen! Are you perhaps jealous?” Elias laughs humorlessly. “ That’s exactly why I hated you, Elliot.” 

Elias feels rage in his stomach. “Did you hear me? I hate you with every fiber of my being. I hate you!” 

Slowly and imperceptibly, Elliot’s expression shifts to sadness.  Elias stops midway. “Elliot, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Don’t be sad, okay? You know me, I’m always saying everything wrong. Please, don’t cry. I’ll- I’ll, your big brother will make it better-” Elliot begins to fade as Elias grows more distressed. “I said I was sorry! I didn’t-” He won’t stop fading. “Don’t leave,” he rushes out, “Don’t leave. Don’t leave me, Elliot.” 

Elliot is gone.

Elias feels a cold desolate emptiness. He shakes, teeth gritted, and then,

“ELLIOT!”