#cringe writing

[bleedrkuu]

INARIZAKI BLUES >< [AU]

"uhm..some..some kid gave me his blazer.."

synopsis: a quiet and unadapted second year finds refuge and a home within his school's volleyball team.

word count: 7331 so far ! goin strong

genre: angst, fluff, au, idk man

content warnings: self harm (mentioned, presumably written), drinking problems, smoking problems, traumatic events, daddy issues, mommy issues, brother issues (lol), transphobia, homophobia, racism (hinted at), mentions of drug use, mentions of use of marijuana, death, probably slurs, idk how japan works, mentions of abusive home lives, use of japanese honorifics, stupid logic, mentions of sex, and sadness

be on the lookout X3

[poormisguideddemiboy]

Putting pen to paper

Roger's pen paused above the torn out page of his notebook. This was it. This was the moment. And yet, Roger still paused.

He had been a fool to ask Maurice, because he had suggested to write down his feelings. But how could he, when he didn't even know what these feelings were?

Five minutes later and the page was still blank.

At first, Roger had despised the new choir boy. The whole order had had to be rearranged to suit him, and the boy was so batty. He never spoke, but he voice was one of angels. And then there were the faints and fits that interrupted every session.

Twenty minutes...

Roger didn't speak to the boy for almost three weeks. It would have been a month if the new boy hadn't struck up a conversation. Well, he had stopped Roger from bullying Piggy. Roger didn't know why, it wasn't like he was being a bully. There was always a little satisfaction from the look on Piggy's face.

Half an hour...

Roger agreed to leave Piggy alone. Not for Piggy's sake of course, but for the new boy's. Roger had never seen someone so angry when the new boy and walked right up so they were nose to nose (or rather nose to chin since Roger was significantly taller) and spoke sternly and slowly. Roger hated to admit he was scared.

An hour...

But after the fear came... respect. Interest. Roger spent more and more time with him. The bond grew so close it was tetering from friendship to... something else...

Another hour later and Roger had only written one word.

"Simon..."

[justalilgoofball]

Ayyyye 2,300 words on the next chapter of my fic done!

[lovely--lori]

1. A Dame Walks Into A Bar

Summary: Lori, a wealthy socialite, steps into Mr. Dog’s bar, unknowingly walking into danger. When an unwanted guest makes her uncomfortable, she orders an Angel Shot, alerting the owner. Mr. Dog ensures her safety, but the situation catches the eye of a dangerous man—Sans. Triggers: Harassment, implied danger, intimidation

Please check disclaimer first!

The bar was dimly lit, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers that hung like golden crowns from the ceiling. The air smelled of whiskey, polished wood, and the faintest hint of cigar smoke. Dark mahogany shelves lined the back wall, showcasing expensive liquor in crystal decanters, while the bar counter gleamed from constant care. Small round tables with deep red tablecloths dotted the space, accompanied by plush velvet chairs where figures in tailored suits and flapper dresses whispered deals over glasses of bourbon.

Lori stepped inside, the click of her heels barely audible over the soft jazz drifting from the gramophone in the corner. Her blue dress, a silky number with delicate embroidery, hugged her curves modestly but elegantly, swishing with each step. She was a stark contrast to the rowdy gangsters and socialites who filled the space, but she didn’t care. She approached the bar, keeping her expression neutral despite the tension in her shoulders.

Behind the counter, Mr. Dog stood like a living fortress. Towering and broad, the monster’s brown fur caught the low light, and his sharp yellow star-shaped pupils scanned the room with practiced ease. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong arms, a black vest neatly buttoned over it. His presence alone commanded respect, and the subtle twitch of his ears told Lori he had already noticed her unease.

She leaned in slightly and, with a steady voice, said, “Angel shot.”

Mr. Dog didn’t react outwardly, but his grip on the counter firmed slightly. That was a code—a silent cry for help. Without hesitation, he nodded, as if simply acknowledging a drink order, while subtly reaching beneath the counter where his modified shotgun rested. The shells wouldn’t kill, but they’d make anyone causing trouble wish they had taken the hint to leave.

The door swung open with a creak, and the already heavy atmosphere in the bar became suffocating. The chatter quieted just a little, enough for those who knew better to start paying attention. A figure stepped in, broad and imposing, his presence a sharp contrast to the luxurious setting. His black suit, crisp and well-tailored, fit him like a second skin, the crimson vest beneath adding a dangerous edge. A cigar rested between his teeth, curling red smoke from his eye socket like a devil’s whisper.

His sharp pupils scanned the room before landing on Lori. A slow, smug grin spread across his skeletal face as he strolled up, resting a heavy arm on the counter beside her like he owned the place. “Heh. So, ya ran off to a bar, huh?” His voice was low, gravelly, laced with condescension. “Didn’t take ya for the type, doll. Then again, guess I shoulda known ya’d come crawlin’ back sooner or later.”

Lori, without looking at him, sipped the water Mr. Dog had placed in front of her. “Not your doll.”

His smirk didn’t waver, but there was a sharpness in his gaze now, a possessive glint. “Yeah? ‘Cause last I checked, I been real generous lettin’ ya play this little game. But sweetheart, let’s not kid ourselves—you wouldn’t last a day without me lookin’ out for ya.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “C’mon, you gonna make me drag ya outta here?”

Before Lori could respond, Mr. Dog, still casually wiping a glass, spoke up. “Don’t talk to me or my friend ever again.”

Sans blinked at him, then let out a sharp, bark-like laugh. “That so? And who exactly do you think you are, mutt?”

Mr. Dog’s grip tightened around the shotgun under the counter. His yellow star-shaped pupils gleamed like warning lights. “I’m the guy who keeps his customers safe. Now, you wanna leave on your own, or do I need to help you take a nap?”

Sans’s grin twitched, his fingers flexing like he was debating how much of a problem he wanted to make this. Finally, he exhaled, a puff of red smoke curling in the air. “Tch. Fine, fine. Ya got guts, I’ll give ya that.” He flicked a glance at Lori, voice dropping to something almost sickly sweet. “We’ll talk later, babe.”

She didn’t reply, only lifting her glass to her lips as he turned and strode toward the exit. The tension in the bar eased slightly, though Mr. Dog kept his grip on his shotgun until the door swung shut behind him.

Only then did he glance at Lori, his ears flicking. “You alright?”

She let out a slow breath before nodding. “Yeah.” She placed a few bills on the counter. “Thanks, Mr. Dog.”

He huffed, setting down the glass he had been wiping. “Anytime.”

A beat of silence passed before he muttered under his breath, “Next time, I’m charging extra for mafia repellent.”

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[ao3-shenanigans]

Embrace the cringe.

Write weird fanfic.

Read weird fanfic.

[heywriters]

Once again, you can be an English major. a seasoned journalist. an established author. a famed literary critic...and you will still scratch your head over the junk that makes it big. Public opinion has no worth. Just write what you want.

"But I don't want to share something that isn't perfect" why not? everyone else does.

[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[dashboarddiaries]

GUESS WHAT?

it's the 10 YEAR anniversary of the most amazing event EVER! *explodes like a confetti cannon*

that's right, tumbeasts, Dashcon happened TEN YEARS ago!!!!!

if you're new here and don't know what that is, LET ME LEARN YOU A THING:

Dashcon was an event just for US. for the freaks, the weirdos, the fangirls. it had cosplayers and fanfic writers and a BALLPIT. And--

[a comical *thunk* as lauren hits her imposter over the head with a shovel]

jesus, guys, sorry about that. something went wrong with my hybrid cloning/time machine.

ANYWAY. Dashcon happened 10 years ago this weekend and @overchers and I have episodes for this very occasion!

we talked to two brave Tumblr employees who were there:

and who also had amazing pictures to share, that we posted on the internet for the very first time!

and THEN we talked to Lochlan, the Tumblr user who started it all:

(transcripts for those episodes here and here)

so we've got dashcon coverage from both sides! get the inside scoop and relive the glory days.

[psychedelic-charm]

Write Here, Write Now // Episode 1

Happy New Year, friends! Today, I am going to share another poem by McKenna Kaelin, a.k.a @thecozykitsune. In the late 2010's, McKenna made a short series of videos called "Write Here, Write Now" where she read her writing and her poetry to her subscribers. Unfortunately, the videos are no longer available on YouTube due to some controversy surrounding her at the time, however, I was able to find the reuploads and write down these poems before they too were deleted. So without further ado, let me grab my "Look to the Stars" journal and get straight into it!

...

You are more than what you're born with.

You are more than the colour of your eyes.

You are more than the complexion of your skin,

More than the way your body looks in that bikini.

You are the way your eyes light up when you speak about the things you believe in.

You are the way your heart aches when you see others suffering.

You are your funky dance moves and the awful jokes you tell at 2 a.m.

You are not your flawless smile

You are not your tiny waist or your silky hair.

You are the way you speak up for others.

You are the way you refuse to give up at anything.

You're the way you squeal when you get excited or the way you snort when you laugh too hard.

You are the way you can name every constellation of stars in the night sky.

The way you get overly competitive when playing video games

The way you feel an immense amount of love for every human, every animal, every plant

You are more than your flaws

You are more than your good looks

You are all the little in-betweens

You are love, and you are light

You are the whole world.

And yet...

You're even more than that.

-McKenna Kaelin // The Things You Are

[multiverseanimecrossover]

This is Why I have 2nd thoughts on writing male characters!

SOURCE: Buzzfeed

Listen guys, I'm not big on Buzzfeed but damn--this is why I don't write male characters because I'M SCARED OF WRITING SH** LIKE THIS!!!!

[delusionisaplace]

"𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪…" 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

have fun with these :))) | tag me if you use any <333 | send a request if you want more

Getting overly jealous over small interactions.

"So what? You're dating them now?"

Overthinking and overanalyzing every single one of their crushes' actions/words, trying to figure out the intent behind them.

"Do they like me back, or not?"

"I can never figure out what you want from me..."

Constantly trying to confess, but biting their tongue before words come out, just to wonder later what would have happened if they had just said what they meant.

Getting upset over cancelled plans and unanswered texts.

Glances that linger on longer than intended.

Recalling small touches, like brushed hands or a small nudge, and immediately yearning for that warmth again.

"Why don't you get it?"

"Is it not obvious? Am I doing something wrong?"

Feeling mad or annoyed with their crush for not realizing their feelings go deeper than just friendship.

Replaying old memories in their head and wishing to make more.

Feeling unwanted whenever they see their crush giving their time, attention, and affection to someone else.

Trying to subtly touch their crush to hint at their feelings.

The "playful" flirting that they mean with every bit of their heart.

Overcompensating by giving compliments and being extra nice, but feeling frustrated all the same when their crush doesn't seem to notice their efforts.

The constant daydreams about how life would be if they were together.

Avoiding any other romantic pursuit because they're stuck on that one person.

Staring at their crush whenever they laugh or smile and thinking: "I wish I can make this moment last forever."

this has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, and i finally found the motivation to finish lmaooo

[fraternum-momentum]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓:

♡ Aimée likes to present herself as an 'it' girl at school. She is a known exhibitionist in town, and is rumored that she gets around.

♡ Kleptomaniac. Pickpockets people during work hours and even during encounters. It gives her a little extra cash but she does have multiple jobs. Prefers stealing things rather than actually paying for them. Has been caught before but usually with a little bit of 'persuasion', she's able to get away scot-free.

♡ A sweet talker. (turns out paying attention in English class does have its benefits) She oftentimes tries to get out of a situation by finessing people. Her mouth is probably her best asset, in more ways than one :)

♡ While Aimée doesn't outwardly harass others, she enjoys teasing and messing with them. Silver-tongued, playful and witty, she finds that she enjoys pushing peoples' buttons, and seeing how they react after a measly few words is always a fun time. And if they fall for her somehow, then that's a major plus, breaking hearts is her favorite past time ♡

♡ In private, she is actually meeker than how she shows herself to be. However, she finds comfort in this persona she's created. Everyone knows that you're easy prey if you act shy and show any vulnerability, so she's learned the hard way to always take the first bite.

♡ By being promiscuous herself, it gives her a sense of autonomy in a way. In her mind, if she objectifies herself first, then she's taking away that decision people have over her body.

♡ Her arousal is kept high at all times so she can avoid overthinking, its a way to cope from everything. Sex is a great distraction. It makes her feel good, and all she needs to do is just focus on the what was happening during the moment, and on giving the person she's with pleasure that she's very happy to provide.

♡ Can't find herself to commit to anyone due to her fear of opening herself up to others. Sex is easy. To her, it's simple. And it's something she knows she's good at. Meanwhile, feelings and emotions are messy. It complicates a lot of things. But she can't help but get attached to some people. Whenever she realizes that she's getting too close, she distances herself and quickly moves on to a new person, minimizing the chances of any feelings developing further.

♡ This is where her reputation as a heartbreaker comes from. It's not actually something she actively likes doing, but it's a way for her to get even for what they had done to her.

♡ But no matter how many times she tries to convince herself, deep down, she knows this isn't how she wants to be. She does want to make genuine connection with someone. And despite being surrounded by (mostly unwanted) attention, there's still this lingering sense of loneliness that, no matter what she does, she can't seem to get rid of.

[viktheviking1]

I am cringe, and it's a prison

I am cringe, but I am free

[kraaa-as-the-crows-do]

The Muse

The Muse

Oh to be the muse

Beloved by the world

Bathing in others love

Oh to be a muse

I can only find muses

Beloved by me

And cherished for their beauty

Oh to be the muse

Let me be painted

And sit in the spotlight 

For the most beautiful thing you could ever see is a 

Person

So let me be your muse

-ZD

[riicahr]

Sora: "Master Lloyd, mind a quick hello for the viewers? Seems like they're really happy that you guys are back again!"

Lloyd: "Ah, really? That's nice to hear."

Hehe a little self-indulgent piece after part 6. Lloyd hasn't gotten the attention he deserved in the last months so this should make up for it!

Added some comments with the profile pics of my Instagram moots <3