#Inspired by a fanfiction

[lzlilo]

Drawing practice, because it's been too long since I've drawn anything and today I need to let off some steam

[notadamnmermaid]

Phillip Buckley died, and Margaret could not reach her children.

She’d been mortified at the funeral; surrounded by their neighbors and colleagues from work, all of them whispering, asking questions behind their hands in some false conceit to respect and etiquette, but she knew better. They just wanted to gossip as to why she sat alone, two empty chairs to either side of her. They judged her with sideways glances even as they murmured words of condolence as they walked away from the gravesite of the only man she’d ever loved.

It’s not that she hadn’t tried to contact them— in those first few hours after the first tide of grief had ebbed away, she’d called Maddie, but it hadn’t gone through. The number she had for her daughter was no longer in service.

She didn’t have a current number for Evan either. And then the emails she sent bounced back, undelivered. At this point, Margaret did what most women her age would do when they encountered an obstacle: she got on Facebook. To her dismay, she found that her daughter’s page was private and she needed to request the ability to even view it. A cursory search had drawn no results for an Evan Buckley.

Margaret buried her husband, alone but for the modest circle of acquaintances they’d collected over the years. Then she went home, packed a bag, and booked the next available flight to Los Angeles so she could give them a piece of her mind.

Only, she continued to find herself hindered. She’d never been to Evan’s apartment, and, in fact, didn’t actually have an address for him. Maddie had moved; again, without telling her.

This shouldn’t be so hard, she thought to herself back in her hotel room. I should be able to see my children whenever I want.

It took some thought, but she finally recalled the number of the firehouse where Evan worked and drove there in her little rental car.

This is inspired by @thetalee, specifically by chapter 16 of This is a Life (This is Our Life), ‘Sowing,Reaping’.

[sebshine-little-sunshine]

To Forgive And To Let Go, a mood board to illustrate this fan fiction that I love so much: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27934108

[lovelastart]

Full pic in that AO3 link (❁´◡`❁)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Fanart, artwork, Inspired by a Fanfiction, Sex, Missionary Position, Top Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs) Summary:

To see Fukuzawa's face in cloud's nine and to hear him scream his name in pleasure, it's a precious moment for Ranpo.

Inspired by a fanfiction

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[bebx]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

[cr1nge-culture]

one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

♡

[limonmaid]

Tealhua Bluehua Yellowhua Northern Deserthua

[khioneee]

könig was a gentleman, no doubt about it. he’d open your jars without hesitation, offer you his jacket the moment you shivered, and god forbid you try to open a door—he’d sooner throw himself in front of a moving car than let you lift a finger. polite, chivalrous, and protective to the point of obsession.

könig was a gentleman.

but in bed, that facade shattered. in bed, könig was all man—fierce, raw, and possessive.

“mine,” he growled low in your ear, the word vibrating through you like a command. his voice dripped with ownership, each syllable leaving no room for argument. he wasn’t just saying it; he was declaring it, as if by the act alone, he had carved his name into your very soul.

and you would have denied it—if it weren’t true. no one else would ever fit where he’d been. no one else would ever reach where he’s been. not after him. you knew it, and he knew it. there was no going back now. you’re ruined for anyone else. so, as far as you were concerned, he better be planning to stay—because no one but könig could ever fill the void he left behind.

his cock twitched in response, like it was already considering going again, jerking slightly as you clenched around him. a warm trickle of his seed slipped from you, and the sight seemed to set him off all over again.

he grabbed your chin, rough and unrelenting, turning your face to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark and heavy with desire, an unquenchable hunger simmering beneath the surface.

“tell me it’s mine, maus,” he snarled, his voice sharp and desperate, like the words themselves could tether you to him forever.

and you knew—knew there was only one answer you could give, one that would satisfy the man hovering over you, his body tense with need and ownership.

“it’s yours,” you whispered breathlessly. “it’s always been yours.”

his lips curled into a satisfied, feral grin as if your words were the final piece to a puzzle he had already solved. there was no gentleness left in him now—only a man who knew he had claimed what was his.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[lovelastart]

'The art in the artist's eyes'

Inspired by this beautiful fic by @flaresanimedump (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) it's a great fic (❤´艸｀❤)

Full pic here

[e-m-dallas]

The moon drips white

The moon drips white through the open window,

Honeyed liquor of silver and cold dreams

In my room like an intangible stream

Shrouding the world in pale light and shadow.

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something