#because i have IDEAS

[sylvanas-teyvat-travel-log]

this quest had no right to be as adorable as it was, but I’ll be nice and not press charges

gosh I am not going to get over Wanderer seeking friendship anytime soon

[lulubeanie]

Oh btw if I ever made scripts or something for how I imagine the episodes with my dhmis teacher ocs would go um.

Would that be something you guys would be interested in seeing maybe ?

[tanyabadtime159]

rw: pestilence au

Spearmaster pearl delivery

[writingonleaves]

alright i know we just met amelie and jack, but out of the two pairings (clem x nico and amelie x jack), who do you think would pull a miro aka be married for 1+ year without telling anyone and / or have a kid without telling anyone

[sirhamburrger]

is multiverse may a thing. do fanfic writers do that

[randomfanner]

Good Ol' Acorn

“Is that- Ha! It is! Good Ol’ Acorn!” the snotty voice broke through the air of the busy sounds of the city. As soon as Anya heard it, her hair instantly stood on edge. Her head turned around trying to see if she could find him before he made his way to her. 

Fate was not on her side as a large arm wrapped around her shoulder, dragging her into a headlock. Rough knuckle found her skull, digging into the top of her cranium.  Anya’s teeth clenched and her eyes went into a squint.  Gods, she just wanted to get to the Bonecloaks and pick up some extra healing potions. It was supposed to be a quick stop and then right back to Elfsong to regroup.

“Ah…. good to see you again, Mr. Elthor, sir,” Anya forced a smile upon her face. Anya grabbed the arm around her neck and tried to pull it off. “Could you please let me go?” Anya’s pleading blue eyes tried to look to the other members of his adventuring party for help, but they all just stayed silent.  The rogue, Kiel and the mage Poppy both averted their eyes to the scene out of guilt. The cleric, Yertie, did not. There was a small smirk on his face. “And my name is Anya.”

“I was wondering where ya were, we got a job comin’ up and I would love to have Good Ol’ Acorn back at camp,” Anya could smell his putrid breath from here.

“I am actually rather busy, and do not plan to go back to my job as a porter any time soon,” Anya finally wrestled his arm off of her, pushing away from him with a small look. “It was a pleasure to see you but I am afraid I have to go now.” She could see her destination, the apothecary. All she needed was an extra few healing potions and then she would go back to meet up with the others. 

“When did you get so cold?” Elthor sneered.  “Ya run into an old friend and business associate and you don’t even hear what kinda job it is, I bet it is more important than whatever ya ot. Acorn.” 

“I assure you, whatever quest you have is nothing compared to what I have to deal with and I do not need to deal with you on top of it,” the words left her mouth before she could even process them, however she meant each one.  “Now good day,” Anya said as she tried to walk away. 

A hand grabbed her wrist. Elthor’s brown eyes glared daggers into her back. “Ya got some nerve now, don’tcha Acorn?” there was a snarl in his voice as he yanked her towards her. He grabbed the collar of her shirt. “I heard that you’ve gotten into some adventures- seems like that has made ya forget your place?” he pulled his fist back. 

“Unhand her.”

All eyes flicked towards the booming voice of the towering wood elf. Halsin’s arms were crossed over his chest and his amber eyes were threatening to become alight with true primal fury. 

Anya had seen Halsin angry before, when he yelled at Kagha for all her actions and his feelings towards this hopeless city. But this was different. 

“Ohhh look at you! All big and scary,” Elthor said as he laughed. However the hand on Anya’s collar did drop her as all of the human’s attention was on Halsin. 

“Explain yourself.”

Elthor looked at him before he burst into laughter. “It ain’t nothing for ya to worry about,” without a care in the world, Elthor plopped a hand down on Anya’s shoulder  “This is all just some play fighting among old friends, you one of Acorn’s new friends?”

Halsin grabbed Elthor’s forearm in a vice grip and yanked it off of Anya’s shoulder. His other arm was quick with Anya, grabbing one of her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace. “You do not deserve to call Anya a friend, that much is clear to me. You would be wise to get out of my sight before I do something I won’t regret.” 

Elthor’s carefree expression changed to utter fear. He cleared his throat and yanked his arm away from Halsin. “Let’s go. Now.” he was the quickest to scurry away. Yertie was the only one who didn’t immediately follow, standing there for a moment in surprise to look at Anya and Halsin, before he followed with the others. 

“Halsin…. Thank you,” Anya said as she averted her eyes away from his face. She pushed her body a bit closer to him. 

As soon as the group was out of sight Halsin looked down at Anya and moved to look her over. “Who were they, my heart? Did they hurt you?”

“I am fine, they were… frequent clients,” Anya said. Elthor and his group were one of the first adventuring parties to have her as their porter at camp. “Elthor has never been…. The most agreeable man.” 

“Hmmm I believe that may be an understatement,” Halsin said before letting out a sigh. “I am glad you are alright… I hope I did not come off as too protective. I know you are capable of handling yourself,” Halsin said as he began to move away from her.

Anya grabbed onto one of Halsin’s hands. “No, I am glad you came when you did. I… never have been the best at standing up for myself,” she said as he moved her other hand to be holding the same hand. “Thank you.”

Halsin’s lips curled into a fond smile as he bent down, giving the top of her head a kiss.  “I will be there for you whenever you need me, my heart,” he took one of her hands into his. “Now, I believe you had an errand to run at the Apothecary, correct?”

“You are,” Anya smiled as she pointed her finger towards the destination. “Onwards, then!” she declared as she began to walk forward, tightening her grip just a little on Halsin’s hand. 

[thekrazykeke]

Question: If I started writing about my own original characters in my fanfics, would anyone actually read it?

[one-boring-person]

I want to write more but I'm so busyyyyy

[cobaltfluff]

in tears and shambles trying to get the last towa cg

im not going to sleep until i get it

[thiefxking]

//I am going to follow back some people that I've been watching from afar lowkey intimidated by because I love the muses and am victim to anxious insecurities, but since this is a side blog it'll be from my main (sorrowssinger). I'm mentioning because I can't remember if I had that mentioned anywhere already or not.

[delgado-master]

How are people making the Barbie things?

[husbandograveyard]

To do in prep for summer and Tumblr writing: - get a queue started again - update rules again ✅ - answer asks ✅ - change dates on old event - finish some drabbles for publishing - purge suggestions (again) ✅ - reorganize Google Drive ✅ - Update AO3 ✅

[oneknightlight]

Nothing quite as startling as realizing people are now paying attention to you

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this