#Make me write challenge

[icyfox17]

🏝️🍍🪽 <3!!

TOMSIEIEIE ily i hope u are well!!

🏝️- Island au

The goat turns its head towards him, still chewing grass as it stares. Slowly it approaches him and sniffs his hand through the fence. He gently gives it a pat on the head, in between the two horns and moving down to the nose. “Sorry buddy, I don’t have any treats with me this time.” Once it realises that fact, it snorts and moves away, bored with Tommy. Tommy chuckles, turning to look back at where Phil had gone inside.

🍍- psych x 911 au

“Ah, you mean she asked her to send her best detectives, and she sent us.” Shawn infers, cheekily wiggling his eyebrows at her. “By best detectives, I mean she sent Lassiter and I, and you and Gus were tagalongs.” “Hey!” Shawn and Gus say together.

🪽 - effluvium au

"I think you should give the kid a chance." Athena says, and Bobby whips his head toward her in surprise. "Weren't you the one who told him to stay out of your way, if he was going to keep acting like a brat?" "Indeed. But I think I misjudged him. He has a good heart. I think he'd be a good addition to the team." Athena says, and there's patience in her tone, in a way that Bobby knows is more for just the act of giving Buck a chance.

for this tag game !!

[divine-victory]

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*Coughs* i mean 🍼 pls 🫶

Alright Foxie I am happy to inform you that once I got started on Baby Buck, it got so easy to write him again, and therefore a whole one-shot for your other asks might be entirely possible

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Bobby feels the smile stretch across his face and is helpless to do anything but reach out a single stretched finger and brush it against the healthy pink of Buck’s cheeks. This makes Buck aware that Bobby is awake which turns his babbling more determined and pointed. Bobby feels his chest flooding with– something syrupy sweet.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Make Me Write Challenge - Results

The elves-not-elves with the sentient weapon mad at the Chosen One got the most votes.

So here's 33 words.

She charged first. He wouldn’t get to do this, he could not win. Not him. Any other champion she would test first before unleashing herself on them. Not him. He didn’t deserve it.

(And here's the rest of the 301-ish words I wound up writing, under the cut)

She charged first. He wouldn’t get to do this, he could not win. Not him. Any other champion she would test first before unleashing herself on them.

Not him.

He didn’t deserve it.

Her first swing was dodged, and he spun away from the second strike, his movements as fluid as if it were a dance. She had a flash of memory, from the times when she was alive, when she was organic instead of trapped in a blade...when she was his, and he was hers.

No.

No, she would not relive those times.

They were dead, as dead as the body she left behind when she was bound to this weapon. She had no memories. She was a weapon, alive but still a tool to be used only by the one that could defeat her, and it would. Not. Be. Him.

He dodged her next two thrusts and spun until he was face to face with her. He actually had her, actually could have defeated her then and there. Instead he did what no others had done; he dropped his sword. He watched her, those eyes as earnest and as deep as they had ever been.

She screamed and swung downward.

His hands came up and caught hers at the wrists, halting her blade in mid-flight, the motion slamming into his grip and jerking both their arms to stillness.

“I never forgot you,” he whispered. “I regret ever leaving. I died every time the sun passed and I was unable to return. Every place I lived without you I was no better than a walking corpse, rotting the longer I stayed away. I was lost without you, had no magic and no words to return home. I was a foolish, selfish child, and my only wish at this moment is that I could go back and stop your pain.”

[catmask]

when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people

the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

[alxandergoth]

The party is full of elaborate costumes, but something about this person catches Charlie’s eye. Ghostface has been lingering in his peripheral vision all night, throwing deliberate glances in Charlie’s direction, making his pulse race just a little faster. There’s something familiar about the way the masked figure moves, the confidence in the stance, the way their eyes—though hidden in the shadow of the mask—seem to fix on Charlie from across the room. Charlie knows he’s being watched, and he can’t help but feel the slow heat of curiosity rising in his chest. He’s always liked a little mystery, but this? This feels like it’s more than just a stranger at a party. Ghostface hasn’t said a word, but every time Charlie’s eyes meet the mask across the room, it’s as if the air between them tightens, like they’re sharing a private conversation no one else can hear.

[katoobee]

colorkiller,,,,, again

i tried real hard to write their dialogue in the proper arabic (standard arabic for killer, egyptian arabic for color) and i hope to god they say what i want them to say, i was clinging to translators like my life depended on it

context for this is like. killer comes home during stage 1 and assumes based off the DT on his face and how tired and shaky he is, he must be having a rough day. fragile killer being held by color

aside from that, my own headcanon AU territory!!! killer with Night Terror :D

"HOLD STILL."

i plan to make another proper post about NT, covering his powers and design and stuff like that. for now a brief explanation

NT got gross hands that bring the worst out of people. its like acid to everything and not just dream. amplifies the negativity of anyone who touches it like tenfold

utilizes that to apprehend killer and inflict the NastyTM upon him, which sends him frighteningly quickly from stage 1 to stage 3, and sets him loose upon anyone fighting NT

aka "sic em boy"

[boundariesoverthrown]

JAMES AND LARS, DAMAGED JUSTICE TOUR – SEPTEMBER 23RD, 1989

[artiedonaldson]

these are so "what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh" coded but in an "i hope i never lose you" kind of way

[diyasgarden]

Still thinking about this

Art keeps coming in every couple months for the same haircut. As painful as it is, you're both starting to know each other better. You see his career is taking off, but you guys talk more than about just that. He talks about Tashi, his wife, and how they're trying for a child. They talk about how he got into tennis. Even about his family. It's nice, but it never makes you feel less guilty for cutting off his curls.

Art finds it amusing. That you feel so upset about this. Of course he finds it weird not to have his curls, but the way you act is comical (yet endearing). One day as you make a little pout as you begin to snip away he comments, "You look like I asked you to chop off my arm." His tone is somewhat flat, but with a smile, so you know he is teasing.

You shrugs, "You just have nice curls."

"You say that every time," he retorts with a little laugh.

"They're just so unique," you say as you continue to cut.

"They're just curls," Art says with a shrug.

You roll your eyes, "You just don't see curls like this all the time."

And maybe it's because his guard is down or because he feels like he has nothing to lose (or maybe because he just really wants to talk about him), Art responds, "I had a friend who had curls like this too."

The words feel loaded, as if he admitted a secret to you. You smile, "Oh really?"

"Yeah..." his voice trails with a smile which manages to be both bitter and nostalgic at the same time. He then adds, "His hair was dark though."

"Well does he cut it too?" You ask with a little laugh.

Does he? Art doesn't know. He's tried to find out. Not about the curls specifically, but about Patrick in general. There aren't that man pictures of him online, which isn't surprising because his career has gone no where (he feels joy and sadness at this fact). He goes silent as he tries to think about it. Does Patrick still have his curls? The fact he doesn't know feels like a loss. He had curls when he saw him last in Atlanta (a night he tries to block out from his memory), but that was two years ago now. The Patrick he knew wouldn't cut it. Is that the same Patrick? Probably. Yeah most likely.

"Maybe," he starts with a pause. "We don't keep in touch," he then adds. His voice is low and solemn. You don't have to be a genius to realize you hit a sore spot. The rest of the haircut is in silence.

[duu-kiwi]

I bet aziraphale wrote about the day the universe was made, about the angel whose voice recited the words that created the stars, about how bright they shone, and still shine, in those angel eyes✨🪐

Here you have some detailss and a cropped version with just!! them!!!

edit: prints link !

[icyfox17]

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i mean you knew this was coming

hi eil :D <3

you know that's right 👉👉

🍍- psych x 911 au

“We are not tagalongs,” Gus states. Shawn pouts. “We are very good assets actually.” Juliet rolls her eyes. “You guys are too easy. The point, however, is we need to make a good impression. The LAPD are a lot… less understanding of consultants. You need to make a good impression.” “Me? Why are you saying me—why not Gus?” Shawn asks, deflecting any thoughts about how it might be more difficult to do his thing. If he can successfully trick Canada, he can trick a city that's just a few hours away from home.  “You know damn well why she only said you,” Gus says, nodding his head.  “That is totally unfair—” Shawn starts, but gets interrupted by Juliet’s phone ringing.

for this tag game :D

[divine-victory]

WAIT ONGGKGKG also

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Dan is being weird. – No, not being weird. Being implies a finite state. Something with a decisive beginning and a conclusive end, measurable in the impatient ticking of the clock.  But Dan’s oddities are many, immeasurable, and possess a permanence that the English language fails to encompass. But he is nonetheless still being weird for whatever measure of normal Dan’s habitual behavior can quantify.

Answering this one first while I compile all 42 sentences for Baby Buck AU. Casey's voice is still eluding me but it's early days I'll get him I swear

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Well... Time to do some intros I guess 😂😂

Stay tuned!

Make Me Write Tag

Ok ok ok ok ok

Was tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques @circa-specturgia AND @tryingtimi so

Real quickly tagging @squarebracket-trick @mjjune @winterandwords @agrimedena-drax @the-orangeauthor @magic-is-something-we-create No pressure! 😁

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP or scene you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, WIP, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title or scene or project gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

(bending those rules too but not sure how so...stay tuned to whatever shinanigans I use this as an excuse to get up to 😂)

[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)

[stormy-writer]

I have writer's block :((

For every note this gets, like, comment, reblog, anything, I will write another word. Please, I beg you, make me write.

This will end on May 1st <<333

Edit: just logged back onto Tumblr for the first time in a while... I'm scared.

Edit 2: school is too hard, this'll end when summer starts and all this bullshit is over

Edit 3: ... It's time... I've been putting this off long enough... 419 words of a rewrite that I abandoned far too long ago. Pray for me.