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[regrettablewritings]

Hey so…Hi.

It’s been a while. And with that, I’m going to just cut to the chase:

I was going to say “This probably isn’t the update you were looking for” but let’s be real, nobody’s looking for anything on this blog. Not even myself. Which is why I’m making this post to say that more likely than not, I will be deleting it eventually.

I can’t say when precisely, but probably soon.

Ive been going back and forth on it for, well, years now. I can’t see myself writing here anymore. It just doesn’t reflect me or feel as much like who I am anymore. Some characters or series, I’ve changed my feelings on or just don’t enjoy as much anymore. And while that could easily just go the way of my usual Discontinued route, the problem is that this honestly goes for most of the content here. At which case, I may as well just scrub it entirely and start an entirely different thing, which I’m still not entirely sold on.

On a more personal stance, I just associate this blog with memories and people that no longer serve me in a positive manner.

I will never regret having this blog, but I don’t really enjoy the deadweight of it either. I don’t enjoy it just. Sitting here. So…I guess with that, enjoy what you can of it if you can. Assuming anyone is seeing this, that is. Like I said, it’s a “maybe” but it’s a very firm “maybe”. And even then there’s no definite date anyway. We’ll see.

Have a good one 👌🏽

[regrettablewritings]

So I’ve given it some thought and I keep going back to the same thing I’ve actually been considering for ages now.

What I might end up in all honesty doing is Noah’s Arcking stuff and just. Plopping it in a different space. One not on the same email or anything as my main blog so I can sort of just…forget it exists. Or at the very least acknowledge at my leisure. It’ll be like a closed archive.

“But Regrettable, what’s the point in that? Why not just keep this blog and just shut off messaging and whatnot?”

I’ve spent months, even years feeling the urge to do this, even when this blog was still active. And I feel like that’s probably a sign to do it. You ever get weird or tired sitting in a room so you move to another and feel a bit more refreshed? Kinda like that. 🤷🏽‍♀️

In addition to this, I’ve been considering starting up writing again; I’ve had sporadic and brief stints where I become inspired and jot down a few paragraphs, sone dialogue, etc. But the problem is almost nothing of what I’ve been inspired by is reminiscent of whatever I put on this blog.

I may not feel too different, but I know that I am not the same person who started Regrettablewritings. At the very least, that Regrettable and I like different things now. We grow out of things. It’s both wonderful and sad but it happens. And if I do theoretically begin writing again, I just don’t feel like anything here would fit. It’s like a snakeskin in the sense I’m itching to shed off something I’ve grown away from.

Anyway I’m writing this on my break so I’ll wrap this up. I’ll post here if anything changes but what is currently in the world of happening is I’m putting all my fics here and basically putting them on a storage blog while this blog gets deleted.

You don’t have to get it, but I just ask that you understand. Thank you for reading this far.

[regrettablewritings]

Hey so…Hi.

It’s been a while. And with that, I’m going to just cut to the chase:

I was going to say “This probably isn’t the update you were looking for” but let’s be real, nobody’s looking for anything on this blog. Not even myself. Which is why I’m making this post to say that more likely than not, I will be deleting it eventually.

I can’t say when precisely, but probably soon.

Ive been going back and forth on it for, well, years now. I can’t see myself writing here anymore. It just doesn’t reflect me or feel as much like who I am anymore. Some characters or series, I’ve changed my feelings on or just don’t enjoy as much anymore. And while that could easily just go the way of my usual Discontinued route, the problem is that this honestly goes for most of the content here. At which case, I may as well just scrub it entirely and start an entirely different thing, which I’m still not entirely sold on.

On a more personal stance, I just associate this blog with memories and people that no longer serve me in a positive manner.

I will never regret having this blog, but I don’t really enjoy the deadweight of it either. I don’t enjoy it just. Sitting here. So…I guess with that, enjoy what you can of it if you can. Assuming anyone is seeing this, that is. Like I said, it’s a “maybe” but it’s a very firm “maybe”. And even then there’s no definite date anyway. We’ll see.

Have a good one 👌🏽

[regrettablewritings]

i know your on hiatus but i just wanted to say that your writing for victor stone actually made my heart melt. thank you <3

Thank you for reading them. Victor was never the most popular character I wrote for, but I still enjoyed it when I got inspired. So I’m real glad it still wound up resonating even after all this time 😊 Hopefully some day soon I can try doing it again

[regrettablewritings]

I used to lurk regularly but then life happened and I haven't been on here in a bit (like 18 months?) I know you're on hiatus, and you may not see this. But wherever life is taking you, I hope you're well and happy.

I’ll admit, I meant to reply to this sooner 🙃. Preferably when things got better so that it’d be more genuine and fulfill the message. Buuut life sort of has a way of stacking things one right after the other, so that wound up not happening. But I guess this will just have to do 🤷🏽‍♀️

I’m still somewhat here, actually. Just not as active even on my main account. But the thing is, I do miss this blog. I miss writing. I miss creating. But right now, I’m just not in the best place to cater to that. Not yet at least. But I really hope some time soon that I will be. I still have so many ideas I want to play out, I just don’t have the drive or focus or confidence to do them.

As implied(??) before, life’s been kinda hazy these last few months. Nothing too terrible, but it’s really starting to hit me just how unhappy I am about where I’m at currently, both as a person and in terms of location. But especially the latter. But I think I can fix it if I actually try. So in the meantime, I need to at least begin to work on that. Not to put all my eggs in one basket but I really do want to believe that if I can get that ball rolling, then maybe slowly but surely I’ll feel more at peace. Happier. And then who knows? Maybe I’ll come back better than ever 😊 (Or I’ll just come back whenever lol)

In the meantime, however, I hope life’s treated you well since you’ve come back. Thank you very much for considering mine. I hope I can get myself happy and well soon, too! ✊🏽

[regrettablewritings]

You know what? I think this’ll do…

Thanks for the last five or so years, whoever’s out there. But at least for now, this chapter is finished.✌🏽

[parkermunson]

we all talk about kinky Eddie but what about goofy, giggly sex? let's be honest, eddie is a menace sometimes [18+ obv]

eddie gets over-excited and accidentally bumps your teeth when kissing. he pulls away feigning hurt, holding his lip with a pout, just to laugh and say "just jokin, sweetheart"

eddie pushes you on his bed and your head bumps the wall a little. you spend the next 5 minutes convincing him you're totally fine and you should really get back to the task at hand because you're so. turned. on.

eddie who gets ahead of himself and tries taking off his jeans while walking only to fall flat on his face. you can't help but break down laughing and neither can he

you're on top riding him like your life depends on it and he grips your hips harshly to stop. you look at him confused only to watch him swat your hair away from his face and fake cough

you change positions to missionary. you're so close, eddie is too, but then "fuck, CRAMP. CRAMP! MY LEG"

eddie's back to grinding into you, faces so close together intimately. "did you have.. *sniff* garlic for lunch?"

stopping midthrust to sneeze

he stops again moments later, sighs and mentions he forgot to do something. "it can wait... no it can't." he grabs a shirt to place in front of him and runs out of his room. you hear a bunch of clanking metal then he's back. "wayne wanted me to take food out of the freezer for him. nearly knocked over the fridge, i was moving too fast"

he climbs on top and puts his cold hands on your belly

gets too excited and keeps missing your hole.

he's thrusting in you when you put your hand on his chest to stop him. "i hate this song." "babe, we talked about this. sabbath will never get turned off during sex." "but can't you change just this song? lower it maybe??" he pulls out, walks to the stereo, and turns it up

you get on your knees in front of him, his hands dig into your hair. he stops you just as your mouth is about to devour him, "nope, you're right. this song sucks"

your mouth is gliding over his cock, his hand is gripping your hair. he's thrusting into your mouth but pulls out suddenly. gasping, "that was a close one. almost came in your mouth when it's your puss-puss that's hungry." you grimace at his words. "yeah, i heard how bad that sounded too but i ran with it anyway"

you're back on top riding him, this time with your hair in a bun. you start slow, but get impatient and start bouncing quicker. you've both been waiting for release and now you finally get to it. eddie's fingers are digging into your hips while your nails are clawing into his upper chest. you ride it out and collapse on top of him, your breathing synchronises as it slowly comes down

you sit up and look down at him. "hi," you whisper. "hi," he chuckles back.

eventually you get up and both of you slide some underwear on. he turns to you with a hand held up toward you. "great teamwork back there, champ." he's expecting a high five but you just shake your head and make your way toward the bathroom. "well.. practice is same time next week"

[regrettablewritings]

Last night, I began to doze off into a work dream. I was in the dvd section, sorting out a pile of movies that needed to be put into the proper sections when I found

Goncharov.

I had to scan it to see if our system classified it as action or drama but I wound up never finding out because the delayed shock made from simultaneously finding Goncharov and learning it had a DVD made me wake up to tell my friend we had Goncharov in stock.

[regrettablewritings]

So the other night, I went to go see Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.

It was a very last minute decision, especially considering that I actually had been dreading the idea of seeing it. But part of me thought that wouldn’t be fair, and that maybe actually seeing it might give me a sense of closure or catharsis of some kind left by the raw wound I’m still trying to heal even two years after Chadwick’s sudden passing. But I also went for another reason.

Let me preface this by saying that this post isn’t a review or analysis regarding my thoughts and feelings about the film, be it personally or critically. But if Youtubers can start at Point A just to get to an eventual Point D, then so can I. Just . . . be warned, this is going to be all over the place, per the @regrettablewritings way.

Years ago, before 2020, before even Endgame, I decided that whatever the sequel to Black Panther was, it would be the last Marvel film I would try to see or have any real feelings on. I’ve never been quiet about it, but I also don’t think I’ve been necessarily vocal about my growing disinterest and frustration with the franchise. But I mean, there’s already a metric crapton of Youtube and Tumblr essays on why the MCU “sucks now”, so go look at those. (Though my personal growing lack of interest was based on how suffocating the franchise was becoming by the end of Phase 2 for me, what with the expectation that you keep tabs on every single film but I digress.)

The plan, despite my emotional hesitancy following Chadwick’s death, had always been to eventually see the movie and let that more or less be the end of my “relationship” with Marvel (god that sounds so needlessly dramatic but whatever). By extension, though, this would mean bringing a close to the writings I did for characters from the MCU.

And to a degree, I was fine with this: I barely wrote for them, the ones I did write for never really got requested when I did headcanon memes, the others I tended to get requests for belonged to lines I just couldn’t keep up with for one reason or another. The final few I still had on my Who I Write For list were predominately characters from Black Panther, so they existed within a sort of holding pattern until the sequel came out anyway. And while, yes, I did have plans for fics and perhaps some headcanons regarding a few of them, I couldn’t honestly say when or even if those would ever see the light of day. It frankly just seemed for the better to just call it a day and let things be.

Not everything needs to be written or written for, after all.

But as I mentally prepared myself for that, I also couldn’t help but keep thinking about it. A mental spring cleaning, if you would.

By the end of it, I was left with piles: A pile for things I no longer wanted to write for, a pile for things I wish I had the focus or energy to write for, a pile of things I just don’t know how to feel about, and so on.

And the thing is, these piles have all existed for far longer than even the trailers for Wakanda have been out. All seeing the movie really did was make me have to confront them, and what doing that meant was coming to the following conclusion:

I know I’ve said it before, but I genuinely mean it when I say here right now that I don’t know how much longer I’ll be doing this for. Writing on this blog, that is. Potentially writing at all, really.

I know: Hell of a time to come out and say it but the truth is that I’ve been feeling this way for a long while now.

I haven’t really enjoyed writing the way I used to. Every time I try, it comes out like garbage or it feels like it’s a bird trying to fly on broken wings. But every time I thought about just going on a regular hiatus, I’d start drafting up new ideas. So I stuck it out because I thought maybe all I needed to do was muscle through but . . .

And yeah I know to some, this is a hilariously small number to have in one’s drafts. But remember: I tend to write very thoroughly and verbosely for even things meant to be small, like preferences or headcanons. I’ll own up to it and admit that that played a part in my downfall, and that my perfectionism and the high expectations I place on myself aren’t any more helpful, but that doesn’t fix the fact that this is where I’m at for now. Even trying to reel it back and keep things simple makes me feel like I’ve hit a wall. I mean, look at all I’ve written so far just to come clean about something as simple as “I don’t know if I want to keep doing this anymore”!

Gonna be real, the uptick in followers I’ve gotten these past few weeks has had me telling friends “It’s like finally starting up a Twitter account, only for Musk to buy out the site right after.” (Too soon? Too funny.)

But on that note comes the question of what happens next. And the answer is: I have no idea. I really don’t. I’ve battled with that question for at least half of to possibly a full year now. There have been days where I wanted to just delete the blog and move on. I’m too noncommittal to stick to just ghosting. And, like a pack rat, I’ve convinced myself that some of these fics might even eventually get posted. But the truth simply is that I don’t know what the future of this blog is, yet I still wanted to come clean about how I’ve been feeling about it.

I’ve humored the idea of just starting from scratch with a new blog but without alerting anybody because I think I might miss those days where there weren’t any expectations. After all, I never once thought this blog would get as many followers as it has now: I started Regrettablewritings as a literal dumping ground for the headcanons and oneshots I would give to other blogs over anon because that was how I showed admiration. Writing is one way I show love; so it’s frankly a little devastating to me at times that lately I just don’t enjoy how I’ve been writing. But what’s also pretty amazing is that it got this far at all. And I have y’all to thank for that, so . . .

There’s really not going to be a way I can truly express this: Thank you for sticking around even when there were dry spells, even when my perfectionism meant taking longer to complete a request, through my ranting, my obsessing, etc. The fact that for five years, there were people who would think that my stuff was halfway decent will never cease to amaze me. Truly!

So to whatever comes next: Let’s hope it works out. Cheers!

[regrettablewritings]

You know how they said you could pause Spiderverse at any moment and the image would look like it’s from a comic panel? You could pause any moment in which Sun Wukong is on his shit and it would still be a “*record scratch* Yeah, that’s me. I bet you’re wondering how I got here” moment.

[regrettablewritings]

💞💕💖 Just sending some love 💞💕💖

Well aren’t you sweet?❣️☺️ Thank ya very kindly!!

[notpikaman]

[regrettablewritings]

Hi! Do you still write for Ella Lopez from Lucifer TV Show? If you do, would you be okay writing some general nsfw headcanons for her?

I am currently on hiatus and am not entirely certain when or even if I’ll continue writing, though I do still enjoy Ella Lopez. Additionally, I doubt I’d do nsfw headcanons again because I frankly feel like it’s pretty one-note when I try to. Sex stuff just ain’t in my wheelhouse. Sorry…

[regrettablewritings]

Would you be okay with writing for Cat Valentine from Victorious?

No, I would not. Cat Valentine is a minor regardless of the incarnation. Also, I am on a hiatus.

[manny-jacinto]

STAR WARS + BLUE FOOD/BEVERAGE

[regrettablewritings]

[regrettablewritings]

For the ask game, 3-7-11-12! :)

3. What’s your favorite/least favorite quality about yourself; why?:

I actually don’t have a quality I feel pretty confident about; I’m rather neutral to myself 🫠 But that’s honestly probably one of the qualities I don’t like about me: I constantly doubt myself and that winds up self-sabotaging. I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily my least favorite because I have multiple traits about myself that I dislike and need to work on, but it’s the most relevant I think.

7. Would you ever cheat on someone?:

Why, are we trying to make a thing happen? Of course I’m going to say no. I don’t think anyone would admit to that. But I’m of the belief that because life is so uncertain and zigs when you expect a zag, you can never truly confirm certain decisions or occurrences. Personally, I don’t think I could ever cheat: On average, it’s pretty selfish and, even when you don’t mean for it to be, it’s basically a means of hurting your partner. Even if your relationship isn’t living up to your expectations, there’s probably multiple ways to go about it besides being unfaithful.

But that being said, who knows what kind of person I’ll be in the future? If a relationship is bad enough, could bad enough decisions be made under the justification that immediate and short-term happiness matters? Or will I become a self-serving, self-destructive numbskull like a certain Internet personality and actively ruin my life and career for a relationship that only serves me on a shallow level?

Who knows! All I can do is try and keep up the work of never stooping to that level or at least never having to.

11. What are your ambitions?:

But in all seriousness, I wouldn’t call myself a particularly driven person (though friends and family may argue otherwise). I try to live simply and not ask for much so I don’t tend to see my wants as especially ambitious. But for now, what I really want is to find a fulfilling occupation/direction in life and to move out of this hellhole of a city but I’m pretty sure that’s what anyone could want, so it’s not particularly riveting or anything 😅

If I think enough about it, a lot of my short-term ambitions/goals tend to be rather “domestic”-oriented, like learning how to sew or figuring out how to bake the perfect pie crust. Maybe understand the science of baking enough to create my own recipe from scratch. How to figure out taxes on my own, get over my fear of driving so I can actually learn how to. Things of that nature, y’know?

Oh, and learning to be more confident in myself, I can’t believe I nearly forgot that — And probably figuring out my whole identity situation. It’s been way too quiet on that end and I’m suspicious of the sudden inactivity 👀

12. 3 deal breakers in a relationship:

You mean besides obvious things like political affiliation, bigotry, lack of commitment etc?

Lack of communication. Last partner beefed this hardcore and I still get angry thinking about it years later because while I would stress how talking about things was important to me and he would seem to agree, he never actually carried out on it and left me to drag along the relationship, trying to instigate necessary conversations.

Be willfully ignorant and inconsiderate. It speaks for itself. I feel like how one treats service workers is coupled in here, also. Remember, kids (though there had better not be kids here), how somebody treats the waitstaff can say a lot about who they are as a person.

Being presumptuous. This one is kinda weird and admittedly has roots more towards my experiences working/being hit on, but I hate it when people assume things about me like wanting to have kids or that they’re entitled to have me. Granted, most of the former is from old folks borderlining senile and the latter is gross guys, but they still fit in the same box of irritations for me. Additionally, in the case of the guys, it becomes this whole sociological (??) discussion on attraction and the types of guys that tend to hit on me approaching me with this expectation that I inherently be attracted to them or must act a certain way because we share an ethnicity. (And when I say “act a certain way”, I mean the amount of times a guy has used certain words around me or felt comfortable enough talking about stuff they didn’t know if I was comfortable with is staggering. It makes for good stories, but not for good self-esteem if we’re being real.) It is the bane of my existence — or, at the very least, one of many.

Thanks for asking, hon!

[regrettablewritings]

Credence headcanon falls in love with a boy and is the son of Grindelwald 🥰

Sorry but

I am on hiatus

I don’t take unprompted requests. The only time I do them is when I do ask memes

I no longer write for Fantastic Beasts

[regrettablewritings]

According to the Netflix adaptation of The School for Good and Evil, all it takes to be good is white clothing and all it takes to be evil is black clothing. I’m evile as shit, then, lads.