J Writes Stuff, I Guess

i like to write and it's kind of a curse but maybe that's the point. J | they/them | adult | lesbian this blog contains some mature themes so pls just be aware of that

[breelandwalker]

Hey. Hey you. Yes you. Reading this right now.

Just in case you need it today....

Shit's rough all over right now. You are doing the best you can. And I'm really proud of you.

Keep going. I'm going to. And I hope you do too.

One day at a time. 💜

[hares-leg]

PLEASE STOP MAKING WITCHCRAFT GRAPHICS WITH AI. YOU HAVE TO STOP. STOP IT NOW. BOOOOO AI. IT IS HORRIBLE FOR THE ENVIRONMENT AND GOES AGAINST EVERYTHING THE CRAFT IS ABOUT. STOP FUCKING USING AI.

[succubusboyfriend]

literally just start posting about your OCs. you don’t even have to “properly” introduce them just make them a dedicated tag, tag them on posts that remind you of them, and then start talking about them like everyone’s supposed to already know who they are. i am not joking when i say this method works.

[succubusboyfriend]

AND CRUCIALLY NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TALKING ABOUT THEM. IF YOU DO NOT LOVE YOUR CREATIONS ENTHUSIASTICALLY AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY THEN WHY SHOULD ANYONE ELSE!!!!!

[natnormalatall]

roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck. anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that

the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people

[legallybrunettedotcom]

[inbabylontheywept]

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

vibes

[sweatermuppet]

closing statement from an article about being intersex & the possible connection of gender expression and sexuality in intersex individuals, published in The Gay Liberator, 1970s

[tiredyke]

[ID: a picture of an article that says, “Hopefully gay liberation will continue to raise confusing issues until the world at large becomes so confused and befuddled about sex and gender and all that people can finally stop worrying if "it's a boy or a girl" and get around to being free to be and to love people.” /end ID]

[days-on-the-road]

send hugs and bunnies pls

[days-on-the-road]

For my fellow enby and trans friends...how did you choose a name for yourself?

The one I have now is not my birth name, but it isn't one I resonate with as much anymore (it was "chosen" for me by an ex partner).

I want something that loosely means the same thing that my birth name means ("joy," but in a misogynistic, round-about way) but there are like....5-10 gender neutral options, and baby name sites rarely have gender neutral sections. This is why I end up naming most of my characters after birds and plants, or making up the name.

If anyone has insight, I'd absolutely love the help. Thank you so much.

[neiljostenpussyindulgence]

I love gay people theres a guy in my neighborhood who named his one singular dog “simon and garfunkel”

[countrygypsywt]

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

ART COMMISSIONS POST

Thank you so much to the people who participated in the poll and showed any interest in my commissions. Remember, this is all for fun and a little experiment, so don’t take anything seriously <3

This is the official commission card for this time. I’m going to give two templates of different drawings, and whoever asks for a commission will get to choose between the two for which one they want.

And I will provide examples of what I can make with these templates with my OC’s, to give you a point of reference.

Anyone who wants to get a commission, all you have to do is type “Sorrows Commission” in the comments. Or, if you’re a little shy, you can just DM. If I get way more requests than I expect, then I might do a spin-the-wheel game to choose names.

[Note: 8/10 commissions available now]

<PRICES>

Base sketch w/ no color:

$5 USD

Cleaned up sketch w/ flat color & some rendering:

$10 USD

Template #1

Example #1

Template #2

Instructions for accepted commissions:

Please give a detailed description of your character as best as you can. Of course you can always DM me more information if you remember anything.

You may pay me after I am done with the commission until you are satisfied. I will send progress reports with watermarks in them, and they will not be removed until I am paid.

How to pay me? You can either use Zelle, PayPal, or my Ko-fi (there will be a commission tab titled “tumblr commissions” to choose from)

Please be courteous of my time, I will try my best to take care of each of you when I get to it.

Don’t be afraid to ask for anything creative! Your character doesn’t even have to be human or “normal”. You can ask for extra props too, if you prefer ropes over chains or if you want them with or without clothes, and blood, bruises, other mystery liquids 🫣 just go crazy and we’ll see what we can do.

Mainly, just have fun and always give good critiques if it’s not turning out how you want it to. I’d be happy to improve myself in any way I can!

Taglist: @melpomenelamusa, @justplainwhump, @whumpologyy, @bitowhump, @days-on-the-road, @mariposakitten, @watsonbee, @theultimatespicysandwich, @whumpsmith, @abrickofanticipation, @pearl-in-vinegar, @alwaysjaywalking, @tildeathiwillwrite, @adeisinyourcloset

[writingdose]

genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like

[whumpyourdamnpears]

it should be illegal that I can’t draw. I have so many good ideas!

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter 25

Content Warning: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, POC whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), captivity whump, incompetent law enforcement, missing person

Word Count: 2,076 Previous Next

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Dani stood by the closed doors in the study, burner phone glued to her ear as she watched the dark kitchen for any signs of movement.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” A woman’s voice rang on the other end of the line.

Dani jumped as she remembered she was supposed to say something, too.

“Hi—shit—yes. This is, uh, this is Sheridan Wayes—I mean, Wallis—and, um…”

“And what’s your emergency, Sheridan?”

Dani thought for a minute on how to describe the situation she’d gotten herself into. Uh, hi, yeah, I fucked with this old guy who just so happened to be some kind of serial killer, he kidnapped me, and now I’m trapped in his fucked up little cabin in the woods, God knows where, where he’s been hurting me and forcing me to memorize scripture? Can I get a ride out of here?

“I’m being held hostage.” Was what she managed to decide on.

“Okay, and do you know who’s holding you hostage?” Dani could hear the operator typing something on the other end of the line.

“I, um, actually don’t know.” Dani gripped the phone against her ear in both hands. “I think his name is Jack, but that could be a fake name.”

“Alright. And do you know where he’s keeping you?”

Dani looked outside the window she could now see out of. The moon was just barely shining over the trees, and besides the backyard of the property, that’s all that could really be seen from her angle. “In the woods, I guess? I tried to run, but I didn’t get much farther than that.”

More typing on the other end of the line.

“You said you tried running. What happened that prevented you from making it somewhere safe?”

Dani lifted up her ankle and inspected it, running her thumb along the back to feel the small bump under her skin. “He put something in my ankle.” She said, moving the little bump under her skin. “I tried to run, and then I hit an underground electric fence.”

“Are you hurt?” The operator asked.

“No, no. That was, like, weeks ago. I’m fine now.”

“So, how long has this man been holding you hostage for?”

Dani thought it over in her head. “The last day I had access to anything that could tell me was June 20th.”

More typing resumed, then quickly stopped. “Honey, can you tell me what state you think you’re in?”

Dani put her ankle down. “I have no idea. I could be anywhere. Virginia was where I was last.”

“Well, honey, you’re definitely not in Virginia anymore. You’re pinging in somewhere between Tennessee, Alabama, and Mississippi.”

A weight dropped in Dani’s stomach. “You don’t even know where I am?”

“Not exactly, but we have a rough perimeter of where you could be. Can you describe any of the foliage around you for me? We might be able to get a rough idea of where you are based on that.”

“It—it’s just trees.” Tears sprung up in her eyes. “I can’t describe any of it, it’s just trees. Trees and a cabin and a barn and shed and—”

“Maybe through satellite imaging we can—”

“You’re not going to find me, are you?” Dani’s throat felt like glass shards.

“We’re going to try, but—”

“Then this is pointless, isn’t it? You have no idea where I am and neither do I.”

The operator sighed. “It’s not—“

“I have to go.” Dani could feel the tears beginning to pour down her cheeks. “I—I can’t do this right now.”

“Please don’t hang up—”

She didn’t let the operator finish.

Dani backed into the door frame, sobs building up at the base of her throat. No one was coming for her. Not if they had no idea on where to start. They couldn’t even narrow down the state she was in, never mind which part of it she was in. How the hell was she going to be able to get out of this now?

Dani let herself, for a moment, sink into all the negative thoughts she’d been avoiding. How there would be no saving, no escape, no life beyond whatever laid ahead for her in this fucking cabin. One way or another, she would die here, just as the man keeping her had intended. He’d win. He was winning. And he’d continue to win, right until the very end. It was hard not to sink into the spiral, when faced with proof that no one would be coming for her. Just her fucking luck.

And then, Dani had another thought.

They knew her name now. That was something, wasn’t it? They knew her name—that she was missing—and they had a rough approximation of where she was. And she had a fucking phone. She could keep calling, until the battery died, until she got someone who could help her.

She, at the very least, wouldn’t die forgotten. Something Jack had been undoubtedly counting on.

Dani swiped the tears off her cheeks with the side of her hand and stared down at the phone in her other hand. She could call anyone, theoretically. But who the fuck’s number did she remember, and would they even be awake at this hour?

Mumbling the little song, Dani punched in the corresponding numbers into the little burner phone in her hand, and pressed the call button. And then waited.

The ringing ended with a final click when he answered. “Hello, who is this?” He asked, voice drenched in suspicion.

Dani sniffed, wiping her nose. “Max?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, before Max spoke again. “Dani?” He asked, incredulous.

“Hey.” She couldn’t help but laugh through her stopping tears at the way he sounded.

“Holy shit. What—where are you? What’s happening?”

Dani looked up to the ceiling and shrugged. “It’s—it’s hard to explain, and I don’t know if I have time.”

“Well, could you try?” Max was clearly a little frustrated, and she couldn’t blame him.

“I got kidnapped.”

“What?”

“Yeah, like I said. Long story.”

“Holy shit.” There was a thud on the other end of the line. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Well, I’m all in one piece, for the most part.”

“That’s not very encouraging.” There’s a beat where nothing is said, and then: “Why are you calling me, though? You should be calling 911.”

“Tried that. Didn’t go well.” Dani sighed.

“Okay…? What happened?”

“They have no idea where the fuck I am, Max.” Dani sucked in a shaky breath, glancing back out the glass paned doors that led to the kitchen and living room. “To them, I could be in three different states. It was useless.”

“So, what? They ended the call saying they couldn’t help?” He sounded doubtful at that.

“No, I did. I hung up.”

“You hung up?” Max’s voice rose, before he audibly took a deep breath and lowered it again. “Dani, why the fuck would you hang up on a 911 operator?”

“What are they gonna do, Max, charge me for making a false report? They can’t even find me!”

“…Fair enough, but—”

“Max, let’s just—can we talk about something else? Anything else?” Dani asked, voice small.

Max took in a deep breath breath on the other end of the line. “Sure. Yeah, we can—I mean, what do you want to talk about?”

“How’s Mindy?” Was the first thing that came to Dani’s mind.

Max snorted. “She’s fine. Started summer break this week. Sad about you leaving, though.”

Dani’s fingers tapped on the plastic back of the cell phone, thinking back to what Jack had told her at their dinner together. “And everyone else? What are they saying happened?”

“Well—”

“If you’re thinking about lying to me, Max, then don’t. I want to know what’s going on.”

“…They all think you just up and left. Except for like, me and Christina. Oh!” Max’s voice hopped up as he clearly remembered something. “And the P.I. I’ve been talking to. He just found your car abandoned in a parking garage.”

“Great.”

“It’s better than nothing.” Max said defensively. “It’ll get people on your case. It’ll get you an actual case, not just a corkboard with pins and strings on it in my room.”

“…You have a corkboard going with pins and strings in your room for me?”

“…No. You know what I mean.” Max struggled to say.

“Convincing.” Dani tried, coming up short with the necessary sarcasm meant to pull the comment off. “Sorry. Just… I appreciate you. Caring, about what happened to me, I mean.” Now it was her turn to be awkward, pulling at a strand of hair as she said it.

“Yeah. Any time, Dani.” There was a pregnant pause in their conversation, before Max asked, “So, what’s happening? With being kidnapped, I mean. Are you okay?”

“You already asked that.” Dani huffed, glancing down what she could see of the cabin hallway. “I’m not bleeding out on the floor, so… I’m fine. It’s… not as bad as it could be. It’s actually okayish, now. I’m allowed to sort of… move around the place? If that makes sense? Enough to sneak one of the burner phones he’s hiding, at least.”

“Are you hurt?” Max asked, voice heavy.

“I was. I’m okay now.” Dani said, rubbing at the healing cuts on her forearms. “It’s… nothing, really. It’s like, the minimal amount of hurt I could be getting.”

“The minimal amount of hurt you could be getting is zero, Dani.”

“Well, okay, Mr. Knows-It-All, I’m just trying to keep you from freaking out about me!” Dani snapped, voice raising. “I’m fine. That’s all you need to know.”

“Is there anything you can tell me about who kidnapped you?” Max asked, shuffling around on the other end of the phone. No doubt to try and grab a pen and note pad.

“Well, uh, he’s old, for one. But not that old? Like, in his fifties or something. His name is Jack, I think.”

“You think?”

“It’s what he told me, but, he could be lying for all I know.”

Max hummed in affirmative and said nothing for a minute. “Where’s he keeping you?” He followed up with.

“In some cabin in the middle of the woods.”

“Classic.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I just meant—kidnapping someone and keeping them in a cabin in the woods is pretty classic. Almost as classic as keeping them in a dingy basement.”

“Max, I will hang up this phone if you don’t cut the shit.”

“No, wait, don’t do that. I’m sorry.” Max stuttered on the other end of the line.

“Give me a reason not to.” Dani responded.

That’s when she heard something on her end.

A door opening.

Quickly, Dani whispered, “I’ve gotta go, sorry,” and hung up, whipping the phone down from next to her ear and dropping to her knees to slip the phone back into the popped open space under the floorboard. As she dropped the floorboard back into place, footsteps came thudding around the corner from the hall, stopping in front of the other side of the paned glass double doors.

“…Why the hell are you still awake?” Jack asked, voice rough from sleep, rubbing his forehead. “It’s past midnight.”

Dani searched for something—anything—to say in that moment.

“I was, uh, reading.” Is what she came up with.

Jack blinked slowly. “Reading what?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you reading?”

Dani glanced at the bookshelf, trying to remember anything about any of the books she had briefly perused through before. “I was reading about, um, framing. Don’t really understand it, but.” Her words rushed into each other as she tried to explain what she was most definitely not reading about.

His sigh interrupted her rambling. “Look, darlin’, it’s late. Can you just shut your light off and go to bed?” He rubbed his face once more, clearly half-asleep.

“Sure.” She said hesitantly. “I’ll, um, turn off the light.”

“Thank you.” He turned around without another word, headed for the bathroom. Dani sighed a sigh of relief when she laid down on the floor after turning off the lamp above the leather chair, settling her head on a pile of clean laundry. As she closed her eyes, only one thing came to mind.

Dani prayed to God he didn’t notice there was no book in front of where she was crouched down.

Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @generic-whumperz, @another-whump-sideblog, @pigeonwhumps, @yet-how-they-creep, @starsick1979, @scp-1296, @notlikeothernurses, @days-on-the-road, @whumpologyy, @inhurtandincomfort, @acelightningwhumper

[lost-at-thecrossroads]

I've been seeing talk of connecting with house spirits lately. I made a tiny altar in the kitchen. Barely noticeable to anyone but me, I'd imagine. A candle, coaster for a mug to share tea and a rose quartz crystal :)

Thinking whenever I make tea for myself, I'll make them a mug too and light the candle to thank them or ask for their help with cleaning/cooking/mending things...

[happyheidi]

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

[rabbiteclair]

auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"