#poopoo writing

[ermespop]

Requests you say? Hmmm

How about something platonic with Yamaguchi or Ennoshita? Or any of the Haikyuu guys you feel comfortable writing for. I'm talking like almost sibling behavior less the fights and bickering, maybe the reader has always been by his side and functions as an opposite force to his negativity by cheering him up on her own way

I suck at asking for things, sorry /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

YamaguchixReader (platonic)

warnings: idk, cringe? what's the pace of this? it's so empty Im upset with it

the day was nice outside, the sun was dimming and it was warm, there was still time before it got cold. school was over, now everyone was going home. the day was nice outside, until a little group of boys had to ruin it.

"hey, ugly-face, where's your bodyguard? did he get tired of you?" one of the snotty brats said.

well, thank goodness tsukki wasn't there to hear that. too bad he wasn't there to tell them off either...

"that's... that's n—" Yama cringed at his own quietness, can't even defend himself, wow. how useless.

"hey now, why don't ya ask me that? I'm standin' right 'ere." a kid spoke up to defend him.

'ah, what?'

she had a flowy, flowery blouse and some fresh shorts, looking like the little lady she is. and with the confidence to defend someone in need like a little lady would.

"what're ya? dumb? I'm telling ya t'leave him alone!" she ran after the kids, kicking up dirt and barking at them. she stood with her chin high, proud of scaring the meanies; very lady like.

'is she crazy or something?' the green haird boy sweatdropped. 'she better not have rabies… that's something tsukki would say'.

"hey, sparkly!" she turned around and faced the shy boy.

'is that supposed to be me?' "h-hello, please don't bother me too" the boy hid behind his backpack.

she tilted her head a little too far to the right, it looked like it was a bout to drop to the floor. "what's yer name, or do ya like sparkly?"

with curious eyes he peeked from behind his bag, "i'm yamaguchi tadashi".

"nice t'meet ya, dashi" her smile was so bright he thought he would go blind.

"um, yeah," he smiled, letting his bag fall to his feet. "nice to meet—"

"PRINCESS!" a man called from outside the school gates, "c'mon, we gotta run to surprise mommy!"

"ah, sorry," she bowed and started walking backwards. "see ya tomorrow, dashi!" she yelled, waving at her new friend.

author's note: I'm sorry I got carried away and ended up writing something completely different from what you asked😢 AKDHAKDHAK not that I like this piece of poopoo anw this took way longer than it should have for something I'm not satisfied with :'|

[carnagesaw]

worlds smoothest pen found

[jaylleoo14]

I met you at a Laundromat

>GN!ReaderxRuggie

[disclaimer] characters are aged up and fluff! You get robbed....

[characters] Ruggie

Being independent has its perks. You have a job, a stable income, you have your own living space, your own car, almost everything going for you is turning out well for the most part

Although not entirely well off because you recently just got out fresh into your adult life, you still find yourself struggling getting accustomed to the new changes 

Yes, being independent is nice and all but you sometimes miss home. You can cook for yourself, but nothing beats the way pops makes his stews or how momma makes her delicious chicken curries. Missing the familiar views you’d see when passing through town to get groceries or how you’d go walk in the park sometimes. 

 You can always visit, but it's the day for you to head on over to the laundromat once again. Your washing machine and dryer unfortunately broke down and until maintenance comes over to fix it your only choice is to go over to the laundromat

It's not so bad really, the only bad part about it though is that you have to go late at night and it's only because your work lets you out late. Not only that but you were in a rush to finish running your errands as well. 

Thankfully the laundromat you go to opens till late for people who tend to be busy throughout the day, giving busy people like you a chance to do your laundry!

When you arrive you always note how there isn't a lot of people there to begin with

The single dad is there occasionally, the girl who works at a nearby retail store is here today (seems like she just got off work and straight to the laundromat seeing that her uniform and tag is still on), the kid and his mom is finishing up folding their laundry, a rugged slouched man, and a rather young man with animalistic features 

The man with the ears and tail always stick out to you, because well, although you have seen beastmen around the area, he usually is the only one that you see come here at this hour

You think to yourself, “Oh, he must be a busy man” if he usually comes this late at night usually almost all the time that you come here

You cant help but stare at him a little while longer until you notice some movement in the corner of your eye

As you turn around you find that the old rugged man is kneeling down besides you, picking up some fabric softener that he dropped

Though he already finished before you could help him 

As he gets up he turns around to make his leave. I guess he finished up washing his load of clothes

As you go back doing and minding your own business, you start thinking to yourself. “Wait… I don't remember him walking out with any clothes. Nor did it seem like he was waiting on anything.”

As you make that realization your eyes widen and you quickly turn back around only to see that the man had disappeared 

You search your pockets in hopes that you weren’t a victim to thievery of any kind

And would you look at that? Your wallet is gone. 

Fuck. 

Rushing out of the place you look both to your right and your left, only to find the man nowhere at a distance. 

Goddamn it! All your receipts and your credit cards and memberships and your money and-

“I think you dropped this shishishi~”

A voice calls out to you in a lighthearted manner. As you turn around to find the origin of that voice you’re met with that beastman holding what seems to be your leather wallet

He shakes it in his hand as if you were a little dog being received a treat 

As you quickly run over with your worried face, quickly running back to snatch your most valuable item on you currently, you rummage through just in case he took anything valuable

“Relaaax, I made sure everything was there”

As you take note of everything there you let out a sigh of relief, holding it closely to your chest. “Thank you so much. You saved me there” A warm smile on your face. 

He whistles out playfully and shrugs, as if it was nothing. “No can do. I’m quite swift myself if I do say so.” 

As you two start talking more, you think to yourself what an interesting guy this was. He seemed awfully busy himself, and with all his jobs and special talents- something tells you he’s rather money hungry.

Nevertheless, the night felt so short because of how long you two talked and hit it off the road. It was a shame that you both had to leave so soon, time went by so fast when you had a nice conversation with someone who shares the same chemistry. 

As you make your way to your car you notice a piece of paper slipping out from your pocket. As you pic it up, you read what it is written on there: “Come thank me by taking me out for some food sometime :p” And on the bottom a number is written 

A chuckle escapes your lips, and you could feel some sort of undefined excitement rush to your chest as you look up into the night sky. It feels like something new is about to happen in your life. Based on your conversation you just had with Ruggie, you know that the both of you have a rather productive and proactive lifestyle. However, you don't mind making time for him and trying to get to know him. I’m sure the same could be said for him as well.

And that my dear children, is how I met your father. At a laundromat ~ ☆

[catscidr]

chucks this dottore x y/n art like a smoke grenade and runs in the opposite direction like the cop in cloudy with a chance of meatballs

[user1286]

N no i dont think You Guys know how insane I’m going over the relationship of Magni Modi and Thrud. L like… i… I CANT STOP THINKING ABT THEM HHHH JUST ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF BRAINROT.

My specific obsession for the last week has been Magni and Thrud’s relationship, and I fucking love the idea of Magni being willing to die for his baby sister 🥹…

OR EVEN BETTER JSJDKSJDKS

I have an idea that Sif and Thor were still furious alcoholics even in Thrud’s childhood except they didn’t abuse her, but instead neglected her, forcing Magni and Modi to take care of her whenever Sif and Thor were on a hangover. Which was almost all the time. Until Thrud got older.

Magni, being the oldest sibling felt the most obligated to protect Thrud seeing how tiny and defenseless she was as just a babe in his massive hand. So what im basically trying to say, is uhhh, Magni essentially acted almost like a third parent for Thrud until she grew more capable of taking care of herself. He rlly loves and cares for his family, but sucks ass at showing it. He ends up with toxic love languages and toxic tendencies he would feel are the norm for him and whatever specific family member is in front of him. BUT due to there practically being nothing in the way of his relationship with Thrud, their relationship is one of the most important things to him, so if Thrud even gets upset with him, Magni gets a bit… nervous in his own ways.

The whole love thing also applies to Modi, but a bit different due to a… specific incident between the two (hint hint: the end of their boss fight in gow 2018) but that’s being dived into later on in my fic >:3

Btw new chapter coming soon, it’s gonna be a 2 parter bc damn is this thing (not rlly long, but instead) in desperate need of careful thinking through, shits abt to go down in the second part heheheh >:D

[lets-talk-about-the-dreaming]

Ok, so, it took me time to gain confidence for creating this blog. I know there are not a lot of Changeling: The Dreaming fans and even less of those who, well, actually find it believable enough to center their entire personality around it, buuut...

In case there are, welcome! This blog is about... me? kind of? because I can certainly say that I identify myself as a 100% real-no-scam-no-lies satyr, though limited by the confines of the ever growing Banality taint. In case you feel the same connection to The Dreaming as I do, or are just curious, feel free to follow!

[lucky-draws]

companion piece/"reply" to this post: x - transcript under the cut:

Maria, Thanks for your letter. I'm sorry it took me so long to reply. I don't know why it did - it's not as if I were busy. I was touched by what you said. But I'm not sure what I can give you. And - I think you may have got things a little twisted. About how you got here, I mean. I just can't shake the feeling that I brought you into being. All that time in the hospital I spent wishing, wishing for some company, wishing I wasn't so ugly, wishing things were different - it's like the town took all of that energy and made something twisted out of it. It seems like the kind of thing this damned town would do, anyway. You asked me why I'm always at the lake. Don't you know? That's what ghosts do, isn't it? They end up staying in the places they were happiest. I loved this place in life. I still do. It's so peaceful. Even though the whole town is quiet now, I think the lake has its own kind of quiet. I don't feel scared of the silence here. Oh, I guess you'll tell me I'm not a ghost. You told me all those things I hardly understand - about Ernest and books and spells and little vials of white liquid and James, my James, out on the lake - and, well, in any case, it is true that when I pinch myself, my flesh seems solid enough. But this isn't living. I don't feel like I've been brought back to life. I'm not spinning at all - I'm a stopped clock. It's funny - you said you weren't much of a letter writer, but then you went and wrote all that stuff about music box dolls and parallel lines. Well, I sort of suprised myself with how much I wrote to James. I guess love and pain and loneliness and all those types of things make writers of us all. But I'm nobody's doll, or puppet, or clock. I'm just a living ghost. I loved James, and I still do, in a way that maybe only ghosts can. There's no use now in hatred or blame or regret. I wonder where he is. The town took his life in exchange for mine, you said - it makes sense, but I don't really know what to believe anymore or how this town works. Sometimes I have half a mind to go searching for him. But I don't want to leave the lake. And you - I'm sorry, I just don't know what to think about you. If I'm truthful, you scare me. And I know I shouldn't say things like, because I know how it is to feel like a monster, after all. But I spend all day looking at my distorted reflection in the lake - you'll understand, maybe, why I don't much feel like going to see it at the bar, too. Besides, I'm not sure someone as pathetic as me could make you whole again. I'm sorry, I guess I'm always letting people down. Write me again, though - if you want. It is nice to hear from someone. I'll always reply. Take care. Mary

[mindrell]

So I watched first two episodes of the Amazon Prime series they made of the yakuza series and I have some thoughts;

I feel like lot of people already had not so great expectations of it upon learning how it differs from the source material (can you really blame them when it comes to the adaptions based on videogames though?), I actually like it so far, but I can't but wonder if this was necessary?

Like I haven't watched many Yakuza movies so I can't comment on how unique or interesting of the plot is compared to your usual Japanese gangster movies, but like I wish we could get something else for a change. Don't get me wrong, I love Kiryu and his story, how it starts and his relationship with Nishkiyama, Haruka and the Yakuza itself but if you're making a series based on the games' characters, why not choose the ones we didn't get to see that much? I would love to see how Kazama got where he is or Sera, hell, show me young Kazama and Kashiwagi, how he got his scar and their struggles with climbing up the ladder! Even the people who played the games wouldn't be familiar with the story, it would he brand new and so both new comers and already existing fans could dive into it.

That been said I do really like how Nishki and Kiryu become Yakuza to pay off the debt, Kazama seems like a better dad figure here since he seems like he's actually trying to shield them from joining the organisation. It's been a while since I played Yakuza 0 but from what I remember he kinda resists but let's them in the family anyway like... did you try ?? Girlypop wtf they are dumb young people, ofcourse they are going to glamourise that sort of thing.

In the first episode I feel like I could barely see what was going on in the heist scene but other than that I think the sets are really cool, lots of blood and punching sounds very cool. 👍 The fight after Kiryu gets out of the prison seems but rehearsed (so nice of them to wait for Kiryu to finish beating up their friend before they attack lol) but then again I'm not fight choreographer so, maybe it was actually good and I just don't understand it lol

I really like the idea of Yumi and Miho joining them in Kamurocho, since my biggest gripe in the games were that we are kinda just told that Yumi is Kiryus true love but we never see girlie do anything. I'm sorry it's hard to care for her because we never get to see their relationship properly, I don't know this girl??? They are in love with her I guess cool. So I hope we get to see them in the upcoming episodes 🙏

I also liked them having their little messy home together, it really feels like it's their little taste of freedom before things go south for them.

I wish they had casted someone properly smelly looking middle aged man to play Date, he kinda got yassified imo.

When they mentioned Majima and Taiga I just went "!!!", I would love seeing Saejima somewhere else than just prison. But I wonder how it will affect Majima as a character, since one thing that made him truly tragic is that he had lost everything... But obviously if Taiga is here, then how did things end up going in this version of the story? Now I'm realising I didnt look properly whether Majima has two eyes in the Amazon Prime series but if he doesn't, how would he lose his other eye in this version..?

I like that they didn't just delete Haruka. I hope they handle her well.

I feel like I'm forgetting something I wanted to mention but this is a lot of text already so, if you read this all: I'm very glad and im going to give you big smoochie, we are holding hands now yay ❤

[vyllaynark]

tim (right) argues that his box has more individual ice-creams so his is better but kai (left) claims "caramel is good so mine better".

kai's mom watches on, knowing full well mint and chocolate is best.

[aorelemos]

First attempt at 'fanfic' (hananene)

since this is like my first post ever and also I dont use tumblr... like, ever i thought a good way to get myself introduced to this platform would be to show off a little bit of writing i did, tbh its not very good and also like *very* unfinished but I'm kinda just putting this on here so i can get it out of my system, also i doubt any of my friends would be interested in it (also since its very unclear the kind of idea i was going for was like.. idk nene gets sent into an alternate universe where Amane is in her position)

Im gonna copy paste it below this bit of text ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yashiro skipped down the halls of the Old School Building on a mission, she absolutely could not wait to tell Hanako about her little adventure - turned misadventure- turned real life fantasy, a fantasy which obviously involved her dearest Teru Minamoto and how he’d chivalrously stopped her from tripping down the stairs due to her untied shoelaces, however he’d tripped himself and that's wher-

wait. We're saving this for Hanako.

As Nene continued humming a lovey-dovey tune, she’d made it to the bathroom. And despite being in such an old and honestly kind of creepy building, this bathroom had quite the atmosphere (probably in part thanks to her amazing and feminine cleaning skills) The light that seeped in from those stained glass windows always helped to add a kind of warmth to the somehow pleasant bathroom, She didn’t know how to explain how it felt, only that it always gave her a comforting feeling.

After basking in the light of the soon-to-be-setting sun through the panes, she turned to the last stall furthest from the door and knocked, “Hanako~ You in there? Oh my, I’ve just had the *best* day of my life to ever happen ever!...so far. Anyways! Minamoto, he- Oh wait, no, you should guess! (it was really quite romantic!)” Nene gleefully and excitedly spoke, almost shouted to the door, not making any room for even a breath of air, however, Nene got no response. “Hanako? Hanako, are you seriously ignoring me?” Nene whined, looking around the room to see where her silly friend had gotten to, continuing to ask for him. It had only been minutes and yet Nene had gotten sick of her no-show friend. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Weird.

Something felt, different. nothing in particular had changed in the warm and not so smelly room and yet, she didn’t feel that same comfort she normally did... “Not my problem” Nene being Nene, brushed it off. However, she did wonder “where is this boy?” It wasn’t like she *cared* y’know, she just wanted to tell someone about her absolutely strikingly romantic experience she’d had and that someone happened to be Hanako, she still wanted to ask why he wasn’t in his usual spot, it wasn’t like she *didn’t* care, she wanted to make sure he was alright, yknow?

 After a moment of stalling she’d made up her mind, if he wasn’t in here, she was going to find him no matter how long it’d take.

Taking one last glimpse of the room to make sure he hadn’t been trying to pull a silly prank by hiding from her (which he had not) she strode out the doorway, Yashiro began to skip through the old school building on a mission… She really, really, really couldn’t wait to blab on about her close encounter with Minamoto because wow! Somehow he’d managed to look even more handsome today than any other-

Yashiro paused in her tracks, she’d spotted a familiar face standing before her in the hall, she knew he’d spotted her too. Yashiro noticed his peculiar choice in clothing (why was he wearing the current school uniform?) however she dismissed it and opened her mouth to greet him-

 “Hanako-Chan! Why- no, How are you wearing that?”

The young black haired boy exclaimed to her, not dismissing her current uniform. Yashiro paused in her tracks, feeling somewhat offended “Ha- Hanako- kun, were you calling me a- a-?” she looked down at the new leggings she’d bought just that day, she knew they made her legs look big! the expression on her face was one of shock and heartbreak ‘I KNEW PEOPLE WERE GOING TO CALL ME A DAIKON AGAIN I SHOULDNT HAVE EVER WORN THESE NEW LEGGINGS! I SWEAR IM GOING TO RIP THESE RIGHT OFF RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW... UGH … AND OF COURSE *HE* HAD TO BE THE ONE TO BRING IT UP, OF COURSE IT WAS HANA-. wait. Did hanako call me… 

 “Hanako-Chan?”

 Nene asked aloud once she stopped her mind from wondering about her legs and instead, she inspected the boy before her, Well, It definitely looked like Hanako, with his bright and curious eyes, “Uh, yes, H-Hanako-Chan are you feeling okay?” not listening to him, she continued to glare. Soft black hair and a devilish smile, that was still the same however he also looked… different, Yashiro could hear footsteps coming closer but that didn’t matter, what was it that made him seem so different- Oh gosh! He looked- He looked alive! “Hanako-chan are you? Are you uh-” Nene also couldn’t ignore that he looked… much taller and much more… well, handsome. Nene felt her ears flush at that last thought and slapped her hands to her face ‘I can’t get distracted here, there's clearly something wrong’ she thought.

Nene noticed that she and the young man infront of her had been quiet for too long. Hm? When had he gotten that clos- “AHHHHHH!” Nene shrieked as she felt the boy grab and move her into a stairwell, she felt as his fingers trailed down her arms and his hands gently yet forcefully fondle her face, ‘this has surely got to be  one of the worst cases of grabby-hands Hanako has treated me with yet!’ she thought, feeling the temperature of her face rise as the now very handsome (despite only being a few inches taller now) hanako traced her arms, neck and face. As she noticed her own heated cheeks, she then noticed his, for a supposedly dead-man.. He had very rosy cheeks.. And why were his hands so warm? As Hanako’s hands stopped trailing over her upper body, she convinced herself to look at him, two bright warm eyes met her back.

“Are you alive?” they asked eachother in sync. 

[korrasamibottles]

i really like your writing advice, especially around repression and emotions!💗 do you have any tips for writing sexy stuff?🫠

YAY I'm glad you liked it😊 I'm putting the whole thing under a cut this time because uhhh because I feel like it.

Firstly, writing smut is really really difficult (for me, at least), and what's considered "good" is so sooo subjective--the exact same sentence could be hot to one person and completely cringe to another. There's really no way to make everyone happy, and there's "right" or "wrong" way to write, so just have fun and do what feels right to you!

Second, I think what I said here about emotions and repression also applies to writing about sex--to me, describing what a particular sensation feels like or how someone's body reacts to something makes the story feel more immersive.

Here are some other things I've found helpful:

1. Trying to avoid overly-clinical terms for body parts. I don't want people to feel like they're reading somebody's gynecological health chart instead of smut (that might kill me. actually.) so I don't go for words like "vagina" or god forbid "mons pubis." Personally it's really easy for me to think of words I don't like, and a lot harder to find words I do like, so at this point I just try to get away with not actually giving the genitalia a name at all--I just describe them. Not sure how effective this is, or if people like it, but I'm doing it anyway🤷‍♀️

2. Remembering that it's about the entire body, not just what's going on between the legs. Skin gets extra sensitive, people get flushed, they sweat, their heartbeats accelerate. Adding little details like that make sex scenes both more realistic AND hotter, at least in my opinion. Like I said, everything is subjective, and opinions vary wildly!

3. Keeping track of where the limbs are at all times!! It's really easy to get carried away and accidentally give characters extra hands or make them bend in ways that aren't possible for the majority of humans. I usually pick through sex scenes with a fine-tooth comb several times to catch any stray legs and fingers, and have been known to pace around making various obscene hand gestures until I'm confident that the logistics make sense. Don't worry about it👀

4. Remembering that unless they're total strangers just hooking up for fun, there's going to be some sort of emotion involved. Maybe the characters love each other, maybe they hate each other, maybe they hate themselves, maybe one of them has unrequited feelings and it's tearing them up inside. I think that describing the emotional aspect of sex goes a long way in making things feel realistic without subtracting from the Hotness Factor.

I hope this helps!! And remember that I don't really know anything about anything, I am but a mite living on a grain of sand floating through the big dark universe, so you don't have to listen to me. Also you're the only one who gets to decide if your writing is good💖

[summitclan-chronicles]

just wanted to come on and say I really appreciated the transparency and clarity, i really enjoy reading all your responses while we all try to understand the system. it's super neat by the way! like a little gacha surprise ^^ Will you be using sparrow's garden for genetics? asking out of curiosity since i adore how complex cat genetics can be :D

Hi!

I do value transparency - lots of people have fumbled good things because they were afraid of being direct, upfront and hard-footed. I understand the fear, I feel it rather often, but it's a great disservice to assume the other person can't handle it! (btw, the recurring kitten anon is really cool behind the scenes and we love them. GOOD vibes, i look forward to their membership!)

I do know a good chunk of cat genetics due to the raw power of autism but yes, Sparrow's Garden will make an appearance! Especially if people go hogwild with their genetics. I'm not gonna argue but I'm gonna sweat a lot. (And so are all the artists drawing all those bengal spots......)

[starrylothcat]

I apologize for being slow with writing lately…I do have a Rex fic, Cody fic, and a Hunter fic (shocking I say, shocking) coming up soon!

[number-one-hog-hater]

Gsjakssj

[smallpileoftwigs]

! GROUNDBREAKING ! local idiot starts writing essay 2 days before the deadline rather than the night before

[moongoopy]

i was wondering why my fics aren't getting notes, im surely not shadowbanned and the tags i use are correct hmmmm is it because my fics lack something

dunno but its mildly frustrating because i just want a response