#I love writing

[cao-tick]

Writing is more like a place stopped in time, a video that you took instead of fully living the moment so you could be there again and never forget any details.

It's a journey that stays with us even after it finishes because we learn something, we use a joke that we laughed about, a situation that we saw, a fandom that we discovered. You remember the taste of the book or fanfic by telling your friend and them remembering "you liked this, you talked about this, I saw your eyes sparkle".

It's music that we don't remember all of the lyrics but that part that we loved. It's the random smell of déjà vu that goes away too fast to catch.

It's art, the same as series, films, drawing or anything that feels pointless because it is just a creation for entertaining.

You write the recipe not the dinner. Not everyone is gonna read your recipe but a lot of people will, and they will like it and make dinner with that. They eat the emotions that your little silly story makes them feel. And they will say "The devastating difference between how much it takes to find the recipe vs how fast you eat it" because not everyone can write and no one can write like you.

The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

[scrumdidiliyumyum]

You know the spider! Reader with the yan! Bat fam, you posted

So Into the Spiderverse, the other spider glitch and can eventually die when not in the right universe unless they have the Spider Society bracket thing. What if the reader’s got broken, so now the batfam has to either let the reader painfully die via glitching, or let them go.

Hi!! Thank you for the ask!

I would say that this adds to readers desperation to not only get out of there, but to actually be able to contact someone that could help them.

Of course it depends on what kind of reader it is, if it's a Reader that actually knows the mechanics and works of the spider watch then they'd build it back together with scraps, probably hidden in somewhere abandoned while using any random energy source they can find and power up without alerting the batfam.

But on the other side, if the reader isn't as into the tech world as, let's say Tim or even Barbara (and yes that's going to come in later) then they would basically be screwed over.

Here's where it's tricky. I could see the batfam lurking behind spider!reader, or perhaps striking up a conversation with them, and suddenly surprised at the glitch and the pain it puts reader in. This leads them to doing one of two things,

One, keeping the reader for 'research' to try and figure out why they're glitching so much, of course they really could just be researching to figure how to get rid of it, and just keep them there, but the reader doesnt know that! And, considering they have Wayne Enterprises, they clearly aren't idiots when it comes to this sort of thing. So they keep reader there, and when they least expect it, simply make another gadget to keep them stuck there!

Another thing is actually sending reader back. Maybe they see the pain she's in, and decide for now to send her back, and maybe, just maybe, when they find a way to send her back, they put something in her! Something they made after hours, upon hours of endless research, just so they could keep an eye on her, observe her, and finally learn what an amazing person she is after all this time!

Only this time she won't want them to :)

I LOVE WRITING 😭

[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.

[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?!”

[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

[serraphinm]

♡ My Light and Crowning Glory ♡

An Ellie Williams x Reader fanfic

Royalty Au

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:

Taglist: @bready101

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

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

⟡ ݁₊ . The Palace ⟡ ݁₊ .

[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-

[im-secretly-a-frog]

I Just hit 15,000 words in the novel I'm writing!!

[joelsgoldrush]

my next one shot will be called "i can fix him (no really i can)", and i started writing it today. shot out to taylor swift for writing such a great song.

set after "deadpool & wolverine". grumpy logan meets sunshine reader, who works as a waitress and is also a psychology student (she's never been with an older guy before) (but hey!!! things will change pretty soon) (i wanna be her sooo bad) (perhaps that's why i'm writing this)

this one will be longer than my previous work. i hope you don't mind reading something like that. i also thought about turning this idea into a series but i'm not sure i'd ever finish it if that were the case lol

+ thank you so much for reading "give me all of that ultraviolence" :) the amount of reblogs and likes i've received is insane. i'm incredibly grateful for your support!!!

[veryrealauthorthings]

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Im writing up a Lucanis x Rook fanfic. (Gonna be NSFW just as a warning) but I’m so nervous about sharing it lmao.

[ghostlyboysstories]

Writeblr introduction!!!

Hi!! I write original works and am happy to ramble about my ocs or writing to anyone who asks(I’m dying to share help-).

You can call me Rufus!(I swear if I get they both die at the end notes from this-)

I’m an adult, but I don’t really do 18+ content besides swearing and innuendo/dark humor. So I’d say my content is rated Mature, but not Explicit.

My pronouns are he/him!

Fun fact, my favorite color is dark neon-ish blue!

Can’t wait to post more original stories here!!

Stay spooky!

[embeccy]

"I want my solitude, my peace, the beauty of my house; I want to find my lightness and my joy again. Ecstasies without hangovers, without vomit."

- Anaïs Nin