#Yay Writing

[corwynnasmith]

Random writing prompt I want to read:

Fire hazard siblings Zuko and Azula getting along and Zuko has One Brain Cell and Azula has Two but they have to work together to overthrow their father because neither of them wants the other one to die.

KEY POINT: Neither of them have talked about it and neither is willing to admit either of them wants to overthrow their father so they just keep strategically "messing up" and being weirdly cool with the other one also fucking up constantly. Outsider POVs don't know what to think lmfao

[god-of-dust]

Tag game

Thanks for tagging me, @my-cabbages-gorl!!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (unless you’re like me and write enough run on sentences to where you can’t possibly tag that many people for words).

from the still untitled fic i'm writing for the zukaang bingo, you get this fantastically ominous three-word sentence:

This is war.

No pressure tagging: @okamirayne, @richardcampbellganseytheiiird, @likealittleheartbeat and anyone else who wants to join the fun ✨

[magicalcreeks]

Currently dying from allergies and I’m borderline delirious but something clicked in my brain last week and I’ve been working on a timkon fic that I can’t get out of my head.

This is the first fic I’ve written in like 4-5 years and my writing is rusty.

It’s still in progress and it’s unedited and raw. Enjoy! :D

[unknown title goes here]

“Should I look up?” Tim’s grip on his knees is so tight that he can feel crescent marks permeating through the denim.

“Just look at me.” Kon breathes, his cyan eyes are unmoving and calculated— Whenever he concentrates, his lips part like a flower petal blossoming in spring. Tim has seen this look plenty of times during meetings or missions; never has he been on the receiving end.

It was exhilarating.

Without thinking, the Super places his knee in the narrow space between Tim’s thighs. They have been close before, tied up multiple times, and sometimes caught by one another when falling from the sky. But this— this felt more intimate, “You’re gonna look so hot, Robbie.”

Once again, Tim feels a soft touch on the side of his jaw to keep his head steady. Kon’s TTK always felt like an inviting hug, a protective sensation.

[beevean]

I can't help but feel bad for Surge and Kit with this whole "redemption" arc the comic is clearly trying to set into motion- but not in the way comic intended.

Cool! She suddenly doesn't want to be all vengeful, and now wants to be viewed as a hero or something now for whatever reason. But, the problem is that she and Kit are still living under false personas that are not what they really are at the end of the day, and the people they love are not the real them. It just feels like Surge's brainwashing to be a Sonic imposter taking on another form, but this time it's wanting to have all the admiration he has instead of hating him for a reason she can't understand.

Exactly!

Remember that Surge and Kit were created by Starline to, in some unexplained way, replace Sonic and Tails and break the so-called Sonic Cycle of Sonic defeating Eggman ad nauseam.

Surge wanting to be celebrated is still part of her brainwashing. In fact, she displays this behavior in her very introduction:

I remember interpreting this as her lacking self-esteem and craving praise from others, contrasting Sonic's natural confidence lol. But it never went anywhere... I guess until now?

But in IS#3 she discovered that her entire identity and desires were a lie, and that what made her snap into her "fuck it we burn the world because the world hates us and no one cares about us" mentality. What makes zero sense is her sudden desire to earn the role of a heroine in a honest way, when she has ever since day 1 been nothing but a self-centered braggart thriving on combat and nothing since the panel where she declared that she cannot and will not stop wanting Sonic dead has changed.

jesse what the fuck are you talking about? Who installed morals and a sense of conscience in your brain???

She didn't move forward at all, she basically stepped sideways into another line.

Speaking of which, I think we (and by we I mean the writers) have forgotten about someone...

Kit is a slave to Surge's whims. Kit has no desires of his own. Surge may be bound to irrational hatred, but Kit is bound to another person entirely. He has gained a spirit of initiative, shown in the infamous speech against Sonic, but it was still in Surge's defense. hmm what has changed in him since his introduction?

Nothing. He has taken to calling Surge by name and not "ma'am", but he is still her sycopant whose main priority in life is Surge. And while Surge changed her personality overnight, I don't see any sign of him doing anything to break free of his brainwashing.

After all, Surge is the cool one. Surge is the important one. She's the one who needs to be babygirlified to make the fans happy, who cares if this kid cannot be himself :)

[befuddled-calico-whump]

AMOW Winter Whumperland

@amonthofwhump Day 9: Unwanted Gift

(got a bit carried away with what was supposed to be a short piece. Chances are, I won't write more, but anyone who likes the concept is invited to continue the storyline lol)

Hero tapped their fingers on the table in an anxious rhythm. Vigilante was due over for lunch any minute now, and as usual, they didn't know whether to look forward to or dread her visit.

True, their agendas were aligned as far as crimestopping was concerned, but their methods… not so much. Vigilante was fun, but unpredictable, and outright bloodthirsty when it came to justice. Hero had never been bold enough to confront her more chaotic methods, no matter how much they wanted to.

Still, she was more or less a friend, and one of the few people they could actually talk to about their chosen occupation. And it was fun to have joint complaint sessions about their shared nemesis, Villain, though it was apparently his quiet season. Maybe he'd taken to hibernating all winter, like some kind of woodland creature.

Adding to their anxieties, last time they'd spoken with Vigilante, she'd slyly mentioned having a surprise for Hero. Considering the last present she'd left them was a roomful of unconscious criminals (a gift Hero had accepted with the grace of a cat owner who'd found a dead lizard on the porch), Hero was a little… uncertain about their stance on this.

A knock pulled them to their feet with a light sigh. They opened the door to reveal Vigilante, a smile on her face and a huge crate sitting on a dolly behind her. Hero raised both eyebrows, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment to compose themselves.

"Vigilante. Uh, wow. That's, uh, that's a bit more than I expected."

She laughed, tugging on the handle of the dolly to pull the package inside after her. Whatever it was, it looked like it weighed a lot. "Duh, wouldn't be a surprise if you expected it."

She hung her hat and coat, kicked off snow-covered boots, then wheeled the thing into the carpeted living room, where it took up most of the free space. 

Hero clicked their tongue. "So… you want some lunch, or..?"

"Are you kidding? I wanna see you open this up first."

Hero nodded, putting on a smile that felt more like a grimace. They always felt so awkward opening up gifts in front of people, nevermind a gift that was so unexpected. It was more than a little nerve wracking. What would be inside? Knowing Vigilante, it could be anything from a lifetime supply of biscotti, to a live tiger, (to a dead criminal...)

Hero shook off the thought with a shudder. She wouldn't. She wouldn't go that far, at least… at least not in front of them. Right?

Vigilante nudged them. "Come onnn, crack it open! I wanna see the look on your face."

Hero let out a nervous laugh. "Okay." They reached for the crate. It had latches running down the side, so that it would swing open like a refrigerator once they were removed. At least they wouldn't have to bring out a crowbar.

They undid the first latch. Something inside the crate moved.

Hero took a hasty step back, casting a glance at Vigilante. 

"What the–"

"Just open it! Don't freak out, okay? I promise it's safe."

Sure it was. Taking a breath to steady themselves, Hero moved back to the box, undoing the remaining latches one by one, their stomach doing backflips as they slowly, slowly, pulled the door open to reveal…

"Villain?" they murmured, momentarily frozen in place. 

It was him alright. Curled into a tight ball, his hands shielding his face, his body shaking. Hero took it in. The bruised flesh, the lack of warm clothing, the fear they could practically feel coming off of him.

"Vigilante– this, it's… no. This isn't—" Hero stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Do you like it?" Vigilante was unfazed. Maybe she took Hero's shock as something good. They'd been surprised all right. 

"Vigilante–"

"You don't have to worry about him bugging you anymore," she said brightly. "Watch." She snapped her fingers, and Villain flinched, then slowly uncurled himself and crawled out of the crate, pushing himself into a kneeling position, head bent.

Hero couldn't move, could only watch, horrified, as their once-proud enemy trembled before them.

"You… you trained him?"

"Surprise!" Her cheer was undampened. How could she be so okay with this? Had it been her who'd left all those bruises and half-healed wounds?

Villain's hair had grown long, shaggy strands obscuring his face. Hero took a cautious step forward, and instantly regretted it as the new angle gave them a good view of Villain's back, split open by dozens of whip marks. Their hand flew to their mouth. They were going to be sick.

"What did you do?" they said, barely past a whisper.

"You don't like it." Vigilante sounded disappointed.

"I don't— I— you hurt him. This isn't… I can't stand for this kind of torture." They tore their eyes away from Villain, who didn't seem to be reacting at all to the situation.

Vigilante had a pouty expression on her face, completely oblivious to the gravity of all of this. "Not even if it's Villain? Come on, you hate him. I thought this would make you happy."

Hero shook their head. "No. No, I wanted to stop Villain. I-I wanted him to be caught. To face justice."

"That's what I did. I caught him. I delivered–"

"This isn't justice."

She fell silent for a moment, looked up at them with puppydog eyes. "I did this for you, Hero," she said quietly.

I never asked you to, Hero wanted to say, but what would happen if they rejected her misguided gift? Would she take him back? Kill him? No matter what Villain had done, Hero couldn't sentence him to torture, to death.

So they swallowed down the words, nodding. "Okay. Just… just give me some time, okay? We'll talk about this later, I-I just need to think."

Vigilante nodded back, and they could see tears forming in her eyes. She'd truly believed they would like it. They tried to quell the barrage of mixed emotions within them as they saw her to the door, pushed down every questioning thought as they walked back to Villain, who still hadn't moved.

How long had it been since they'd last seen him? Five months? Six? How much of that time had he spent a captive?

Hero knelt in front of him, caution at the forefront of their mind, but more out of habit than any real sense of danger. They had no doubt they could easily overpower the beaten figure in front of them if the need arose.

"Um, hey," they said, eliciting no response from Villain. How far gone was he? They tried again.

"Look at me," they said, trying to make the command soft, non-threatening. Villain took a quiet, shuddering breath, then raised his head to meet their eyes.

His face was partially obscured by dark hair, but Hero could see bruising on his cheekbone, his jaw. His eyes were sharp with fear, and Hero felt like he was searching them. Looking for intent.

"I'm not going to hurt you," they said. "You, uh… I'm sorry this happened. I never intended–"

With a sudden cry, Villain lunged forward, knocking Hero onto their back. Hero threw up an arm, ready to defend against a blow, but Villain was already stumbling away.

He wasn't attacking. He was running. 

Hero pushed themselves up as their nemesis reached the front door, fumbling at the handle with shaking fingers before throwing it open and running outside.

After a moment's consideration, Hero ran after him. They couldn't just let him go, but more than that, he was barefoot and barely clothed, and it was snowing.

It didn't take long to catch up. When he looked back to see Hero in pursuit, he put on another burst of short-lived speed that left him collapsed in the road.

Hero knelt down to help him up, and was met by several weak blows.

"Don't. Please, just…" Villain barely got out a few words before the sentence dissolved into sobs.

Hero scooped him into their arms, his body shaking violently against the cold. No matter how big a pain in the ass Villain was, they'd never wanted to see him like this. But like it or not, here he was.

They couldn't hand him over to law enforcement. They couldn't give him back to Vigilante. Hell, they didn't even know if he had any friends who would take him in. They were all he had.

They carried him through their still-open front door, set him on the couch, and piled on a few blankets. It was several minutes before Villain's sobs began to quiet, and Hero took that time to put soup on the stove and boil water for tea.

It was obvious Villain didn't trust them. Why would he? He'd probably try to run again as soon as he had the chance. He'd need an eye kept on him, and a lot of patience to go with it. 

Vigilante hadn't been wrong. This was certainly a surprise. A difficult one, but Hero was willing to work with it. To wait, to hope for the best.

To help their enemy heal.

[lynne-monstr]

did a little more balcony writing today! I have several writers month ideas that I want to finish up and I've been feeling motivated. I'm determined to get as much outdoor writing time as a can before the cold and dark misery sets in.

[somber-sapphic]

i definitely will send over other requests! appreciate that you’re so open to em! they’ll most likely be more jemily x reader tho as i fear there aren’t enough stories out there, especially sick ones 😔 but i will let you get better first lol

- 🤙

Hell yeah I love reqs, may take some time to get to them (i wish it didn't but life and such) but i love them! And Jemily, I think they probably qualify as my favorite ship tied with supercorp. Also believe me I know, I've read them all haha.

anyway, I'm off work tomorrow so I plan to start it then and if all goes well it should be done in a few days!

[nanuk-the-bat]

No, I haven’t drawn anything in days. But I do have over 6k of the fluffiest self- indulgent Darling smut I could word vomit. Gotta get the other 2-3k out before I can go back to doodling.

[ah-theartofpoetry]

Sodden eyes, sodden hair, sodden lips of despair.

No more looks on awakening.

No more head upon your chest.

Just a clouded mind, lined with distress.

Sodden looks, sodden smiles, sodden truths that last a while.

Agony of the soul.

Empress of my heart.

Livid, listless, lushes art.

Flowers are planted.

Slowly in bloom.

Only a whisper,

Silence that looms and words that crept.

Too close to take a breath.

A painted smile, a modest touch.

The warmth in a rosy blush.

Words spoken softly like honey dew, a slow slough to the blue of the moon.

Sodden cheeks, a sodden tongue, a taste so bitter, the air stuck in her lungs.

~AH

[freyfall]

just dropped a SBI superhero au ficlet, would appreciate some reads :)

[p-tchaikovsky]

Y’all. I just wrote for the first time in MONTHS. It was absolutely exhilarating. The chapter basically wrote itself it’s like second fucking nature. I’m so happy y’all ❤️❤️❤️ my little heart is going to explode.

If you haven’t go and read my fanfic I’m finally updating again!!

[corwynnasmith]

Genuinely one of my best writing tips for characterization is to build your character around something they lack

[god-of-dust]

my entry for the "silk" prompt of the zukaang bingo is here! enjoy some juicy angst <3

Rating: M

Words: 1,630

Read on AO3

The way Aang felt with Zuko that night, along with all the other nights that followed and the ones he desperately wished for, brought him solace that he could easily, too easily, drown in.

[found-family-fan]

Writing-wise, it’s fun to jump across that chasm and still write bits of That Scene ™ in the meantime ^_^ God, I love being creative~~~ 

[sillylittleauthorman]

Hey Gang, just wanted to establish some boundaries before I begin my writing experience on here.

What I will write:

NSFW (with limits) 🌹, Fluff 🩷, Angst 🖤, MxM, FxF, MxF, (I’ll do whatever), X reader

Writing boundaries:

No non-con, nothing icky (piss, blood, feet, etc.), no minor/adult, no minor/minor NSFW, no minor/reader NSFW. Don’t be an asswipe.

❤️💙Fandoms I will write for💙❤️:

ASTV, Demon Slayer, Good Omens, My Hero Academia, ATLA, LOK, MCU, Stranger Things

Please note these are subject to change

🚫Fandoms I will NOT write for🚫:

DSMP, QSMP, Real people, any KPop (it’s just not my thing)

These are also subject to change.

[violinfantasy]

when the academic article is so good it has you giggling and kicking your feet