The Suffering Never Ends

the suffering never ends

Second Attempt at Writing

Hey guys!  I’m back!  I’m sorry this took so long, I work retail and this weekend was hell, and my depression has been seriously kicking my ass.  So this... this isn’t my best work.  I tried really hard to hit all the notes I wanted to, but we’ll just have to see.  So enjoy, if you can, my continuation of part one.

By the way, @winedark-whump This is mostly because of you.  Enjoy!

Line Break (please pretend I can’t figure out how to put in an actual line)

“A thief like you must be very brave.”  Endeavor purred, the knife poised right over Michael’s heart.  “You know the consequences of your actions.”

“Fortune favors the brave.”  Michael stuttered out, desperately trying to fake a confidence he didn’t have the strength for.

“Oh love, stop it.”  Endeavor sighed, as if dealing with an unruly child.  “We both know that you would truly do anything to make sure I don’t ruin this lovely piece of art.  I certainly hope I don’t have to; it’s a very touching piece.”

Endeavor ran his thumb over the heartbeat lines, then tracing over the words Michael had been able to piece together from different letters and scraps.  Feeling Endeavor’s finger trace over Sam’s handwriting “I will always love you” broke what defiance he had left. 

“Please.  Please don’t.”  Michael hated how pathetic he sounded but he knew Endeavor would rip through the last piece he had of his love.  After everything, he couldn’t lose anything else.  “I’ll do anything.”

“So you will tell me where the diamonds are?”  Endeavor asked.

“I’ll return them.  All of them.  You can count, I’ll give every one of them back.”

Endeavor pouted.  “Oh I’m afraid that’s not enough, my love.  I can’t trust you not to run away the first chance you get.  Or to lead us straight into an ambush.”

Endeavor lowered the knife to right underneath the edges of the ring, then dragged it across his chest.  Nausea rolled in Michael’s stomach, as fresh blood dripped down his chest.  In the back of his mind, a tiny flame ignited.

“I take it the ring was meant to be his, am I correct?”  Endeavor smiled, though it seemed more a grimace.  “Obviously, the handwriting is his, I’m assuming the peaks and lows are his heartbeat or perhaps yours when you said his name, all enshrined in a wedding ring.  Very touching.  Did you design it yourself?”

Michael could only nod, his voice having left him.

“Lovely.  Oh how I wish that love could’ve been directed towards all humanity instead of one person.”  Endeavor placed a gentle kiss over the last words Sam ever said to him.

With an explosive burst, his previous defiance came back full force.  That tattoo was not meant for anyone else, it was meant for him.  He wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him like that again.  He had lost too much already.  He couldn’t lose his self-respect.  Sam would never have forgiven him.

“Don’t touch me!”  Michael threw all of his body weight against Endeavor, finally finding his voice again.  The hero stumbled back in shock, as if unable to comprehend that Michael wouldn’t submit.  “Don’t you dare touch me, you deluded power-grubbing asshole.  You are not my love, you are not my light, you are not the reason I go on living!  The cops may allow you to try and coerce me into confessing but you will not touch me anymore!  I’m not some porcelain doll for you to fantasize over!”

Somehow, in his long career of stealing from practically everyone and causing untold mayhem and panic, Michael had never been outright stabbed.  Sure, he’d  been shot at, burned, and had his left arm blown off, but never outright stabbed. 

Michael didn’t even know he’d been stabbed until he saw the knife in his stomach.  At first, he’d thought Endeavor had taken his advice and changed his lineup of torture with a strong electrostatic charge.  But when he’d looked down, he found a three inch knife sticking out of his stomach.

“You would kill me,” Michael coughed, feeling heat build in his stomach as if he was walking the very face of the sun, “over some lousy diamonds?”

“Kill you?  Never, love, never.”  Endeavor pulled the knife out swiftly, a guttural scream following out of Michael’s mouth.  “Do you know why I got into this business?  My gift is helping people, just as yours is destroying everything you touch.”

Endeavor put his hand over the stab wound and glowed purple.  Michael started to feel the nerves and muscles trying to knit themselves back together.

“You see,” Endeavor spoke as if Michael wasn’t screaming bloody murder under his touch, “my gift is not meant for hospitals.  I don’t have the gift of anesthesia like many other healers do.  I can stitch people back together after they’ve been hurt but unfortunately they feel every moment of it.  That’s why I got into the hero business.  I could get information that no one else can without actually endangering lives.”

Michael forced himself not to throw up, not to show that much weakness.  He wouldn’t give Endeavor the satisfaction.

“Oh my darling, I know it hurts.”  Endeavor gently ran his bloody hand down Michael’s face.  “Tell you what, you promise to be good and I won’t ruin that heartfelt reminder of the only creature who would ever love you.”

Michael took what little strength he had and glared at Endeavor.  

“I think I’ll take that as a no.”  Endeavor sighed.  “Such a pity.  It really is beautiful, darling.”

Endeavor pulled his hand back, knife poised to tear Michael’s chest to shreds.

A familiar whooshing sound filled Michael’s ears.  Then a scream.  It took Michael a moment to realize the scream didn’t come from him.  Endeavor dropped the knife, but held another blade.  No, a blade had been thrown into his hand.  A very particular blade.  Familiar, even.

“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”

@winedark-whump Okay you already killed me the first time- this is overkill now. Seriously. I think your comment was just as long as my chapter! I’m literally dead. Unable to revive dead. I love you so much. I cannot put it into words how much I love you. You are the most amazing person.

Second Attempt at Writing

Hey guys!  I’m back!  I’m sorry this took so long, I work retail and this weekend was hell, and my depression has been seriously kicking my ass.  So this… this isn’t my best work.  I tried really hard to hit all the notes I wanted to, but we’ll just have to see.  So enjoy, if you can, my continuation of part one.

By the way, @winedark-whump This is mostly because of you.  Enjoy!

Line Break (please pretend I can’t figure out how to put in an actual line)

“A thief like you must be very brave.”  Endeavor purred, the knife poised right over Michael’s heart.  “You know the consequences of your actions.”

“Fortune favors the brave.”  Michael stuttered out, desperately trying to fake a confidence he didn’t have the strength for.

“Oh love, stop it.”  Endeavor sighed, as if dealing with an unruly child.  “We both know that you would truly do anything to make sure I don’t ruin this lovely piece of art.  I certainly hope I don’t have to; it’s a very touching piece.”

Endeavor ran his thumb over the heartbeat lines, then tracing over the words Michael had been able to piece together from different letters and scraps.  Feeling Endeavor’s finger trace over Sam’s handwriting “I will always love you” broke what defiance he had left. 

“Please.  Please don’t.”  Michael hated how pathetic he sounded but he knew Endeavor would rip through the last piece he had of his love.  After everything, he couldn’t lose anything else.  “I’ll do anything.”

“So you will tell me where the diamonds are?”  Endeavor asked.

“I’ll return them.  All of them.  You can count, I’ll give every one of them back.”

Endeavor pouted.  “Oh I’m afraid that’s not enough, my love.  I can’t trust you not to run away the first chance you get.  Or to lead us straight into an ambush.”

Endeavor lowered the knife to right underneath the edges of the ring, then dragged it across his chest.  Nausea rolled in Michael’s stomach, as fresh blood dripped down his chest.  In the back of his mind, a tiny flame ignited.

“I take it the ring was meant to be his, am I correct?”  Endeavor smiled, though it seemed more a grimace.  “Obviously, the handwriting is his, I’m assuming the peaks and lows are his heartbeat or perhaps yours when you said his name, all enshrined in a wedding ring.  Very touching.  Did you design it yourself?”

Michael could only nod, his voice having left him.

“Lovely.  Oh how I wish that love could’ve been directed towards all humanity instead of one person.”  Endeavor placed a gentle kiss over the last words Sam ever said to him.

With an explosive burst, his previous defiance came back full force.  That tattoo was not meant for anyone else, it was meant for him.  He wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him like that again.  He had lost too much already.  He couldn’t lose his self-respect.  Sam would never have forgiven him.

“Don’t touch me!”  Michael threw all of his body weight against Endeavor, finally finding his voice again.  The hero stumbled back in shock, as if unable to comprehend that Michael wouldn’t submit.  “Don’t you dare touch me, you deluded power-grubbing asshole.  You are not my love, you are not my light, you are not the reason I go on living!  The cops may allow you to try and coerce me into confessing but you will not touch me anymore!  I’m not some porcelain doll for you to fantasize over!”

Somehow, in his long career of stealing from practically everyone and causing untold mayhem and panic, Michael had never been outright stabbed.  Sure, he’d  been shot at, burned, and had his left arm blown off, but never outright stabbed. 

Michael didn’t even know he’d been stabbed until he saw the knife in his stomach.  At first, he’d thought Endeavor had taken his advice and changed his lineup of torture with a strong electrostatic charge.  But when he’d looked down, he found a three inch knife sticking out of his stomach.

“You would kill me,” Michael coughed, feeling heat build in his stomach as if he was walking the very face of the sun, “over some lousy diamonds?”

“Kill you?  Never, love, never.”  Endeavor pulled the knife out swiftly, a guttural scream following out of Michael’s mouth.  “Do you know why I got into this business?  My gift is helping people, just as yours is destroying everything you touch.”

Endeavor put his hand over the stab wound and glowed purple.  Michael started to feel the nerves and muscles trying to knit themselves back together.

“You see,” Endeavor spoke as if Michael wasn’t screaming bloody murder under his touch, “my gift is not meant for hospitals.  I don’t have the gift of anesthesia like many other healers do.  I can stitch people back together after they’ve been hurt but unfortunately they feel every moment of it.  That’s why I got into the hero business.  I could get information that no one else can without actually endangering lives.”

Michael forced himself not to throw up, not to show that much weakness.  He wouldn’t give Endeavor the satisfaction.

“Oh my darling, I know it hurts.”  Endeavor gently ran his bloody hand down Michael’s face.  “Tell you what, you promise to be good and I won’t ruin that heartfelt reminder of the only creature who would ever love you.”

Michael took what little strength he had and glared at Endeavor.  

“I think I’ll take that as a no.”  Endeavor sighed.  “Such a pity.  It really is beautiful, darling.”

Endeavor pulled his hand back, knife poised to tear Michael’s chest to shreds.

A familiar whooshing sound filled Michael’s ears.  Then a scream.  It took Michael a moment to realize the scream didn’t come from him.  Endeavor dropped the knife, but held another blade.  No, a blade had been thrown into his hand.  A very particular blade.  Familiar, even.

“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”

Writeblr Glossary

A list of words commonly used in the Writeblr community and their meaning!

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about what some things mean, so I thought it was time to compile a list of meanings.

Writeblr — A community of writers on tumblr; A blog that posts primarily about writing. See here for a more in-depth explanation. (Also written as Writblr on occasion)

WIP  — Stands for Work in Progress. Primarily, it’s a piece of fictional work that is still in the writing process and is unfinished. (Also see: WIP page)

OC  — Stands for Original Character. This is a character entirely of your own creation.

Tag list  — A tag list is a list of users who will be tagged in every post that a Writeblr makes about a certain WIP. It is often included at the bottom of a post, and people are free to ask to be included, or removed from it.

WIP Page  — A page or a post on a Writeblr that describes a WIP. Commonly includes a synopsis, setting, characters, etc. See here for what goes in a WIP page and how to make one.

Tag games — Tumblr games where people will do something (often answer questions, a snippet of their WIP, etc) and ask other users to participate by using the @ function in that post.

Ask games  — A tumblr game where a user will request people to send them things with the ask function. Often times will include a list of questions they wish to be asked.

Writing Sprints — An activity done by writers, where they write as much as they possibly can for a set amount of time (often 10-15 minutes). Can be done with multiple people, and is a common activity for a group of writeblrs to partake in.

Fanfiction  — Fiction written by a fan about an existing TV show, movie, book, etc. Often features the characters, the setting, etc. of that piece of media.

AU  — Stands for Alternate Universe. AUs typically feature the same cast of characters of a WIP or an existing piece of fiction with a major change or two. (For example, a Fantasy AU would involve placing the characters in a fantasy setting. There also may be an AU of what might happen if a certain character didn’t die in their story).

Canon  — Material or information that is accepted as an official part of a story. (i.e., the creator confirms it and includes it in their story).

Headcanons  — Ideas and interpretations of a fictional work that is accepted by a fan, but isn’t necessarily supported by canon.

Moodboard  — A collection of images meant to evoke a certain feeling or emotion. Often used by Writeblrs for their WIPs and OCs.

Ships — The concept of a fictional couple. Can be either canonical or not. If you ‘ship’ someone with another character, you like the idea of them being involved with each other, often romantically.

OTP — Stands for One True Pairing. This is often used to describe someone’s all time favorite ship.

BrOTP — Someone’s favorite platonic ship. A portmanteau of ‘bro’ and ‘OTP’.

Beta Reader — A person who reads through a draft before publication to give suggestions and feedback to the author to improve it. Can be paid or unpaid, depends on the author.

Sensitivity Reader — A person who reads through a draft to check for issues of representation, cultural inaccuracy, insensitive language, etc. For example, if you are a white author who has black characters in your story, you should have a sensitivity reader who is black, so they can let you know if you are accidentally being offensive, or misrepresenting them in any way. Many writers will have multiple sensitivity readers to give them feedback, so they can make the proper changes to be more inclusive and culturally sensitive. Can be paid or unpaid, depends on the author. 

TW — Stands for trigger warning. Often followed up with the trigger (i.e., tw: self-harm). This is to warn people that there is sensitive content in a post or a WIP, and that if they do not want to see it, they should not proceed any further. Used in tags and the top of the actual post for visibility, and often accompanied by a “Read more” cutoff.

OP — Stands for Original Poster. It refers to the person who originally made the post. If someone says ‘thanks op’ on a post, they are addressing the person who created the post in the first place, not the people who have reblogged or added things to it.

Have a word you’d like to see included? Let me know and I’ll add it!

Have a question on what a writeblr term means? Feel free to ask me!

writer’s block

when i have it, 99% of the time it is because

i’m bored with where i’m at

or

i haven’t thought out a clear direction

99% of the time, opening up the word document, or even just starting a few scribbles about the story in a notebook or sticky note, 

and starting to hash out why i’m bored (ie what i’d like to be happening) or where the story needs to next go…. will begin to immediately break down the block. 

writer’s block is honestly just part of the creative process - because it’s essentially a warning signal telling us that we’ve written ourselves into a creative hole and now we need to write ourselves out of it.

when we learn to interpret writer’s block as as a call to reacquaint ourselves with our story, we will be braver writers. 

when we learn to interpret what writer’s block is, hopefully we will experience the periods for shorter lengths, and in fewer increments. 

keep pawsing to write

🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾☕✌

Hello Everyone!

So I have been absent for so long lately because tumblr has marked my blog explicit and hasn’t responded to my multiple responses saying that my blog isn’t explicit in any way.  I don’t know who is going to see this, as I’m still fighting this fight, tumblr has yet to take me off that damn list, so we’ll have to wait and see.  Please understand that I love you all, and can’t wait until tumblr realizes that I have no connection to adult content (not that I think that’s a bad thing but you know how bad this website is at spotting it)- I hope you all understand.

On a happier note, I will be trying to do Whumptober this year, and I think I’ve got some good stories all lined up.  I can’t wait til everyone can see what I’ve got for you.  I miss you all.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Much love,

Rae