#I love writing

[pulchrasanguine]

Hey babygirl gimme your VTM oc and their nightly routine :) and I’ll write a little analysis from maple !!

[skel3tonmoth]

Pain and suffering are essential to human existence. Death is what keeps us alive, Love is what saves us from it all.

[whoopssim]

Judge Schultz agrees to move forward with trial against the Lee-Jacksons.

Information detailing the case here.

[oven3bird]

“I had such a crush on you when we were younger.”- Tim admits, calmly, like that information didn't just change the chemistry of Kon's brain forever.

“I'm in love with you.”- Kon blurts out, fuck being lowkey, no flirting, no nothing; he needs to speak his true -”I been in love with you for so long it feels like it's engraved into my soul, I want to be by your side forever, as a friend, as an ally, as anything you need me to be.”

Tim stares at him. Kon can feel his eyes even under the domino, his heart rate accelerates.

“If I had come out during YJ would you- would you have dated me?- Kon stumbles, he doesn't know why he's asking, it will only hurt him.

“Yes.”- Tim responds without missing a beat, but he doesn't continue, he doesn't move, his heart rate is going back to normal.

The answer is clear, Kon doesn't speak again.

[yuukirita]

Tomorrow...

It's actually a very happy chapter if you don't know about SecondBee Au... Compared to the last chapter at least. This one will make you laugh at least once (I hope)

Hug hug (or a single nod of the head)

[nkirukaj]

Am I the only person that doesn’t do drafts? I write and then edit as I go along. I never understood the point of a ‘first draft’, even in school and I found it impossible to do. If anything I would just fix the grammar and turn it in. The idea that I’m making a product that is intended to not be the best that I can make it makes absolutely no sense to me.

[writemeaway]

This au has me in a chokehold- I cant- help-

This is one of the very first scenes for “Worse Than a Love Square”! I’ve started working on the fic for it! Nothings been posted just yet as I have other works to finish first, but I thought it’d be fun to do a little preview!!! (I’m not a comic creator so it’s very rough but I love the scene and wanted to doodle it out!!!)

So here’s the first time Mumbo meets Hotguy and Cuteguy in person!!!! (The actual writing is below the cut!!! Please excuse any errors in it as it’s just the first draft lol)

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Chapter 1- Worse Than a Love Square

“Are you alright, Mister?” Hotguy asks as he places Mumbo down on the blessed ground in an alley to keep them from prying eyes.

Mumbo could kiss the disgusting concrete under his feet, he’s so grateful to be back down here. Getting grabbed off the street to be used as a body shield for a villain being shot at was unfair, in Mumbo’s unbiased opinion.

He was having a perfectly normal day too! He bought himself a tea (now discarded somewhere on the sidewalk he was stolen from), he was on time for work (key word was), he had everything ready to go. But now, he’s here. Being rescued by the vigilante duo of Hotguy and Cuteguy.

Cuteguy is nowhere to be seen at the moment, so for now, it was just Mumbo and Hotguy, who is looking at him with uncertainty.

“Sir?” Hotguy asks again, “Do I need to take you to a hospital?”

“No! No, of course not!” Mumbo blurted out, partially panicked. His heart is beating violently in his chest for reasons he unfortunately understands all too well.

He has a crush on Hotguy.

But honestly, who wouldn’t?! He’s Hotguy for Heaven’s sake!

One might even call him a superfan. Mumbo kept that hidden as best he could though, his friends had no idea how much Hotguy and CuteGuy merch he had. He has a very strict rule around his place that people are not allowed to come by unannounced, only so he has enough time to hide all of his merchandise away.

If he’s honest, he’s probably had a crush on Hotguy ever since his first calendar came out. By the grace of some otherworldly being, he managed to get his hands on one when they first went on sale. Once that baby arrived at his house, he may or may not have gone through the whole thing multiple times to admire all the photos. Mumbo’s favorite one just so happened to be on his birth month, a pretty shot of Hotguy sitting on the ledge of a building, the sunset in front of him as it settled below the city in brilliant shades of pink and orange and yellow.

Not to mention, there just so happened to be another photo of Hotguy shirtless. Which Mumbo could barely look at without becoming flustered.

“I- just a little dazed from being kidnapped is all!” Mumbo says quickly. It’s a partial lie, but Hotguy surely wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Do you have any friends or family I can take you to for support?” HotGuy asks next, his brows pitched in concern behind his visor.

“No- well I do- but I can take myself over to them!” Mumbo stuttered out, his brain kept screaming ‘ALERT! ALERT! SOUND THE ALARMS, INSANELY HOT PERSON WITHIN OUR PROXIMITY. EVERYBODY PANIC!!!!’ Which wasn’t very helpful at this moment.

HotGuy smiles at him, making Mumbo’s knees wobble dangerously, “if you’re sure… though I’d really hate to leave you alone after a traumatic experience.”

“HotGuy!” Another voice shouted, “where’s the-” CuteGuy came into view, catching sight of Mumbo and cutting himself off. He seemed relieved. “Oh, thank the Watchers.”

If Mumbo’s brain wasn’t screaming before, it certainly is now. ‘ALERT. EMERGENCY UPDATE. TWO EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE MEN HAVE APPEARED IN FRONT OF US. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DO NOT REMAIN CALM.’

Mumbo couldn’t even bring himself to speak at the moment, too caught up in staring at both HotGuy and CuteGuy side by side.

“Sir?” CuteGuy asks cautiously, gently taking Mumbo’s shoulder, when Mumbo doesn’t respond (due to the words dying in his throat) he asks towards HotGuy, “we can’t leave him like this, did he tell you about any friends or family we can take him to for support?”

“What do you think I was trying to do?” HotGuy replied, his tone light so as to not be taken seriously, “he keeps insisting that he’s fine but I don’t believe him either.”

Okay, he has to say something before these two take him to a hospital.

“I’m fine! Really!” He finally manages to blurt out, though his voice cracks and betrays his panic. “I can walk myself home! Or to my friends! Or to work! Goodbye now!”

Mumbo turned to walk away, but was faced with a wall directly behind him. Ah. I appear to be cornered. I forgot HotGuy brought me into an alley.

Slowly, he turns back around, his face burning as he recognizes both of the vigilantes trying to hold back laughter.

Mumbo cleared his throat, “I just need to uh- scoot past you if you don’t mind.” Embarrassingly, his voice cracked and shook, but by this point he’s determined to go to his work and sulk at his failure to leave a good impression on the only major crushes he’s ever had.

Mumbo ducks his head as he squeezes past them, quickly rushing headfirst into the light foot traffic of the sidewalk.

He mutters apologies for bumping into someone, but he keeps up the pace. Not slowing for a second as he made his way to work.

There’s no way he can skip out on working right now. He needs a distraction from this embarrassment. Besides, pretty much all of his friends are too busy to console him right now. Though he can probably complain to Tango or Impulse about it. Maybe even Cub if he’s not too busy.

——End——

That’s all I have for the chapter so far! Honestly it’s a pretty good start in my unbiased opinion (I’m very biased)

BUT AHHH I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH I NEED TO EXPLODE

THANK YOU DDVAU FOR INSPIRING A NEW FANFIC IDEA FOR ME TO FOCUS ON

I HOPE OTHER PEOPLE LIKE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO BUT EVEN THEN IM WRITING THIS FOR ME AND WHOEVER LIKES IT TOO

[ghostlyboysstories]

me: *writes a perfectly normal oc*

me: “hmmmm…”

oc: “what?”

me: “you just need a little…” *grabs by the shoulders and shakes violently*

me: “there! much better!”

oc: *gets thrown into traumatic situations* “what the hell did you do?!”

me: “shook things up a bit.”

oc: “you didn’t have to make me kill a guy as a sacrifice for the greater good!”

me: “it’s called character development, sweetheart.”

oc: “no it’s not?!”

[serraphinm]

♡ My Light and Crowning Glory ♡

An Ellie Williams x Reader fanfic

Royalty Au

Completed!

Summary: When a field trip to a museum takes an unexpected turn, you are thrust into a world of royalty and magic. Not knowing who to trust, you meet a woman who doesn't seem to follow the usual way of things and find yourself trusting her. But will that trust bloom into something else? Or will you find heartbreak and betrayal?

Notes: Hi guys!! It's finally here!! I'll be posting as I edit each chapter, which shouldn't take me too long. I wanted to write a story where people could fulfill their royalty dreams and fall in love. A lot of hard work went into this, so any comments and reposts are appreciated! Thank you for reading! (Edit: I learned how to make it prettier hehe)

For my Chrome Readers: There is an extension that allows you to override certain words. For instance, you could change it to read your name instead of Y/n. The link is here if anyone wants it: here

Taglist: @bready101

Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!!

Other places to read:

Wattpad: ✹My Light and Crowning Glory♕

Ao3 - Out now!

Map - still in progress

Playlist

Pronunciation list

Ellie's moodboard

Reader's moodboard

Pinterest Board

Chapter 1 - The Crown

Chapter 2 - The Duke

Chapter 3 - The Darkness

Chapter 4 - The Light

Chapter 5 - The War

Chapter 6 - The Kill

Chapter 7 - The Happily Ever After

Epilogue - The Rest of Our Lives - Coming soon!

⟡ ݁₊ . The Palace ⟡ ݁₊ .

[hyperactively-me]

halloween with husband!ghost 🍁🎃🍭

The chilly Halloween air nips at your skin as you sit on your front porch, surrounded by the faint glow of jack o' lanterns you and your husband had carved. The night is alive with the laughter of children, their costumes ranging from little monsters to miniature superheroes.

The sound of the front door swinging open and shutting pricks your ears, and you turn back to see your husband holding a large bowl of candy. You pull your sweater tighter around your frame, smiling to yourself as you watch him approach you.

"You're gonna catch a cold. Maybe we should go inside—"

"Simon! You promised," you scold gently, pouting your lips.

With a sigh, he begrudgingly sits down on the porch chair next to you, settling the bowl of candy in his lap.

Simon shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his hands clutching onto the sides of the bowl. He didn't really want to be out here in the first place, but you insisted on handing out candy to the kids this year. You wanted to be a friendly presence in the neighborhood, maybe get to know some new people. His reluctance was evident, yet you managed to coerce him into joining you. Besides, it could be fun! You're spending the evening just hangin' out with lil' ol' me! you had teased earlier that day. Of course, he had given in.

You catch a glimpse of his stern profile, the faint glow from the streetlight casting shadows on the edges of his face. He mutters something under his breath, likely a comment about the absurdity of Halloween, but you just chuckle in response, determined to make the most of the evening.

"Y'know, you can munch on those while we wait," you say, tapping his wrist lightly, motioning towards the candy in his hands.

Simon glances at the bowl of candy in his lap and then at you. With a dramatic sigh, he relents.

"S'pose a few wouldn't hurt."

He selects a piece of candy and unwraps it with deliberate nonchalance. As he munches, you can't help but notice a subtle softening in his demeanor. You hum, knowing that that man had an insatiable sweet tooth. His kryptonite.

A group of children dressed as witches and wizards approach your porch, their eyes widening at the sight of the mysterious man sitting there. You nudge Simon, urging him to play along. With a begrudging sigh, he reaches into the candy bowl, hand emerging with a handful of sweets.

"Happy Halloween," he grumbles in a barely audible voice. The kids exchange glances, half-terrified and half-amazed, before timidly taking the candy and scurrying away.

"See, Si, that wasn't too bad, was it?" you tease, elbowing him gently.

He settles back into his chair, trying to hide his smirk. "Don't get used to it, it's a once-a-year thing."

You laugh, appreciating his playfulness.

As the night progresses, more children in various costumes parade by, their eyes wide with excitement as they approach the enigmatic figure on the porch. Simon, despite his initial grumbling, starts to interact with the kids in his own unique way. Some ask about him, while others timidly compliment the carved pumpkins. The occasional chuckle escapes from the man next to you, and you can tell that, deep down, he's enjoying himself.

"Are you having fun?" you smile gently.

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Eh, it could be better."

But you know him well. Despite the tough exterior, you can sense the smallest grin creeping up on his face. You reach over, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great. Besides, it's fun to see the kids' reactions. You're good with them."

Simon offers a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his gaze softening as he watches the neighborhood kids pass down the street. As the night unfolds, he becomes more animated, engaging with the children in playful banter and even managing a few lighthearted scares.

You can't help but smile proudly, reaching your hand to find his. You entwine your fingers in his, giving him a small squeeze. Simon glances at you, the faint glow from the jack o' lanterns highlighting the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a genuine smile. The warmth of your hand in his seems to be melting away any lingering reluctance, and he returns the squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected enjoyment he's finding in the evening.

As a group of children dressed as superheroes approaches, Simon beckons them over. With a flourish, he hands out candy, mimicking powerful stances. The kids respond with laughter, their amusement evident. You watch, heart warmed, as your usually stoic husband embraces the occasion of the evening.

"You're a sweetie," you remark, laughter bubbling in your voice.

He grins back, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

As a group of little monsters approaches, he pretends to be frightened, eliciting giggles from the kids. You can't help but marvel at the sight—Simon, the serious and stern Ghost, has become the kid’s one stop spot for entertainment. Who’d have thought?

As the final trick-or-treaters make their way down the street, Simon looks at you, satisfaction in his eyes. Simon starts to rise from his chair, a smile still lingering. "Well, that's enough Halloween for one year."

You tease him, "Maybe we can make it twice next year?"

He chuckles, flashing you a sidelong glance, "Let's not get carried away."

You stand from your own chair, stretching a little. "You should give yourself more credit, y'know, Mr. 'I don't wanna hand out candy.'"

Simon shakes his head, leaning down to grab the empty bowl and some stray candy wrappers. "I dunno what you're talkin' about, love."

You giggle at his response as you go to hold the front door open for him. He walks through the threshold, the warm air inside your shared home warming you both up. Your cheeks felt a little numb from the nippy air.

Once inside, you both shed your jackets, feeling the warmth of your cozy home enveloping you. Simon heads towards the living room, and you follow suit. The soft glow of the fireplace casts a warm glow across the dark living room.

Simon drops onto the couch with a sigh, looking content yet still retaining a hint of his usual stoicism. You join him, settling beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders. The flickering flames dance in the fireplace, casting a gentle glow over the room. Simon reaches to the side to drape a blanket over the both of you.

"That wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," Simon admits, a glint in his eyes.

You giggle, leaning into him. "Told you."

He smirks, "Well, I might consider making it a twice-a-year thing, but only because you seem to enjoy it so much."

You nuzzle against him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "I knew you secretly loved it."

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fireplace soothing you.

Simon leans down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Thanks for makin' me do this."

"I loved spending tonight with you, Si," you whisper.

Simon's gaze softens, and he tightens his embrace. "Me too," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble.

[keydekyie]

bird-induced peril

After endless struggling with the composition and values of this, I actually really had fun doing the linework. I'm trying to do actual lines more often these days, and combining it with the more painterly style I favor. Comes out with a nice sort of illustration look that makes me happy.

here was my final value study I did before starting to line it.

[cobwebgf]

—save me, butch savior, niyah alashia

[elliescove]

Good evening, I loved your blog!!! Sorry if my English is strange, it's not my first language. I would like to request a request, from a fem or neutral reader, with Edward Cullen<3 The Reader arrives in Forks to live with his mother, as he is old enough to study and delve deeper into his inherited mystical and sensitive talents. Edward realizes that he can't read his mind, and also the slight influence that y/n has on events in the weather, and on people's decisions. Note: In the future he discovers that he just can't read your mind, because of a protective necklace he wears, but y/n takes it off, so he can read your thoughts, and see how much the interest and passion is reciprocal. The reader's thoughts are visual styles. (Please let the reader be stylish❤️) Kisses, I hope I'm not bothering you!!! :)

Unseen Heartbeats⋆˚࿔

summary: gn!reader x Edward Cullen, he want's to read their mind

A/N: I tried really hard on this so I hope you like it!! plz send more reqs I love writing!! warnings: none!! word count: 1,141

Arrival in Forks. The rain hit the windshield in steady, rhythmic taps as you pulled into the small, mist-covered town of Forks. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine trees, and the clouds hung heavy above, creating an atmosphere that felt as if it belonged to another world. It had been years since you last visited your mother, but now, at 18, you were finally old enough to study on your own terms—and to embrace something far deeper than you ever had before: your inherited gifts.

Your mother’s voice had come over the phone when she invited you to live with her. There was an excitement in her tone, a hope that this change would mark the beginning of something new. But there was more to it than that—something you couldn’t quite explain, yet something you could feel.

You were different. Your talents weren’t just the product of a curious mind; they were woven into the very fabric of your being. Mystical, sensitive abilities ran through your veins. You could sway the weather with just a thought, influence the smallest of events—nothing too grand, nothing too noticeable… yet. And Forks, with its strange ambiance and mist-shrouded forests, felt like the perfect place to delve deeper into your studies. Little did you know, Forks harbored a secret of its own—and one that would soon intertwine with your own.

Edward Cullen had always been able to read minds. It was one of the many quirks of his vampiric existence, a gift that often made things easier—understanding people’s intentions, their desires, their thoughts. But when you arrived in Forks, something about you stirred in ways that made him uneasy, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.

He watched you from across the room in your first class together at Forks High School. You were stylish in an effortless way, dressed in a flowy jacket with subtle silver accents that caught the light as you moved. Your dark hair cascaded around your shoulders in soft waves, a natural contrast to your sharp yet elegant choices in attire. You didn’t look like you were from Forks. No one did—but you seemed to stand apart even more. Your eyes, dark and perceptive, held a depth that hinted at secrets, things beyond the ordinary.

As you sat down, Edward immediately tried to focus on your mind—something he’d done countless times without a second thought. But there was… nothing. A blankness. A quiet void that he couldn’t pierce. He narrowed his eyes, confused. How could this be?

You met his gaze once, your lips curving slightly as you wondered why this strange man was looking your way—yet, there was something you were causing, something beyond his understanding. The air around you seemed to shift. The light from the window dimmed slightly, and the temperature dropped by a fraction, just enough for the others to notice the change. Your presence was undeniable.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, your voice light, but with a hint of confusion, as though you wondered what was on his mind.

He snapped out of his focus and gave you a tight smile. “Nothing at all.”

But deep down, the truth was much more complicated than that.

Over the next few weeks, Edward’s curiosity grew. He tried every trick in the book—focusing on your emotions, your body language, anything to get a sense of your thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, you remained an enigma. Not even the smallest flicker of thought seemed to surface. In a town like Forks, where people were so easy to read, it was unnatural to find someone who resisted.

The more he watched you, the more fascinated he became. You were always so controlled, so self-assured. But there was something else—something far more intriguing. He began to notice subtle changes in the weather around you. On days when you seemed particularly deep in thought, the sky would cloud over, and the temperature would drop, as if the very world reacted to your mood. It was as though you could command the elements without even trying.

One evening, after school had ended and everyone was heading home, Edward finally found the courage to approach you. The forest was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves. You were standing by the edge of the woods, seemingly lost in thought as you gazed at the horizon.

“You’re not like the others,” he said softly, not quite a question, but more of a statement.

You turned to face him, your expression unreadable. “What are you saying?”

He hesitated, searching for words. “I can’t figure you out.”

Your brow furrowed at his words. “I’m sorry?”

“You... you aren’t like the other people here.”

You scoffed lightly, raising an eyebrow at the strange man in front of you. “Yeah? Maybe I’m different.”

As you spoke, the clouds began to lighten around you, catching his attention. His eyes darkened slightly, though he tried to mask it.

It wasn’t long before you grew closer to Edward. He was a really helpful study partner (probably because he’d been repeating high school for decades).

It was only a matter of time before you started to figure out what he was exactly.

You weren’t naive, and your curiosity pushed you to question him often until he finally came clean.

In the woods with him, his skin shone like diamonds, each tiny fragment a million sparkling lights that danced across his body. It was beautiful.

“A vampire,” you said, almost to yourself. “Right in front of me.”

Edward’s voice was calm, yet there was an undercurrent of something deeper as he spoke. “I could never read you. That’s why I needed to get close to you—to figure out what you truly are.”

Your eyes flickered down to the necklace around your neck. You knew why he couldn’t read you. Slowly, you undid the clasps of the beautiful ruby-red pendant, letting it fall into your hands before looking up at him.

He stared back, his golden eyes filled with curiosity and understanding. His mind was finally open to you, reading every inch of your thoughts, every secret, every flicker of emotion. It was as if you were one of his favorite books, and now, he could flip through the pages, reading each one in vivid detail.

You held the pendant loosely in your palm, watching as his gaze softened, feeling the weight of the truth settle between you both. The air around you seemed to hum with the newfound connection, the energy shifting in a way neither of you had expected.

He walked up to you, his skin still sparkling in the sunlight, gently cupping his hand in yours. He glanced down at the pendant for a moment before looking you in the eyes, and in that moment, you knew—you weren’t so alone after all.

[silliestlittlecat]

omggg every time i ask for writing advice its just "just go on your doc and word vomit" that does not fucking worrrrrrkk..how do yall come up with ideas i need help😭

[smokeysweater]

Just saw a tik tok of this buff baker dude so fuck it, yandere baker with massive, huge fucking arms, built like a bear that’s ready to cuddle you until you accidentally suffactoate under their weight, who makes you go up in a pant size because of how much delicious fucking food they make for you, and it’s all just because they love you!!! Also they definitely own their own bakery where they carry like 50 pound bags of flour everyday so their buff as hell and can pick you up, and-