#write for fun

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I made a wheel of characters and a wheel of kinks. Enjoy!

[constellationofst4rs]

Prompted writing

★ Be nice. Please and thank you, constructive criticism appreciated.

Prompt:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DAjfjL2qdVY/?igsh=MWQxMm5vcWpzbjZ1cA==

The hero stared at the lifeless corpse of her team mate, whose eyes were wide open, lips parted in a silent scream.

Was it really worth it for her team mate to die just so the town could be saved? She'd never know, nor get the chance to ponder the question again.

There was work to be done. Citizens who died to be buried. Building destroyed that had to be rebuilt. Families that had been separated that needed to be reunited. Friends that needed to be comforted.

The only moment she'd ever get to mourn her teammate was in the early morning, when the people of the town had been relocated to somewhere to rest for the night. 'You promised,' she thought, a singular tear dripping down her cheek as she knelt next to her teammate, head bowed.

[irys955]

So when Axl was officially registered as a hunter, he was put into Unit 17th. X, as the Captain, and Zero tagged along took him to his new room, which was by X's room.

Axl excitedly asked where Zero's room was, X said Zero was 0th Unit Captain so of course his room was at the 0th Unit quarter.

Then it was also time for sleeping/ recharging, the three of them bid each other goodnight. Then Axl watched as Zero followed X into his room :)

Axl, very confused, asked why Zero was going into X's room. X be liek, well, we tended to talk a lot about today's events, about futures, generally just talking to each other, we also watched some movies together and ect....

...Which was like a sleepover to Axl!

...And so, X's room got another permanent resident....................

[write2fight]

Kiramager X Owl House

Just an idea.

Writing it up for kicks. coming soon hopefully.

[outcasting101]

Transformers Prime x Jujutsu Reader

“What’s up Danger”

I’m writing this for fun. Welp enjoy.

“What are you?”

“Well, that depend, how you see it,” the figure skipping forward standing at the near edge of the building; it wasn’t particularly tall building per say, considering bare minimum standard for a small town of Jasper Nevada. “Call it freelancing, vigilantly, charity work; a name unheard of - “

Leap of faith is all it take as wind brush your fictional hair, your hands outstretch ready for impact, yet…

“- jujutsu sorcerer,” gravity defied you as you stand there, leg unflinching from nonexistent ground. Your hand now in your pocket, while the other; outstretch forward to the person, mouth agape at the broken possibility. You grin, you just hope this’ll worth your time.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

[roxanaagriche111]

Yes!! Agree agree agree! Not every writing rules works for everyone! Hell! They never worked for me as I am autistic as I have to write in a 3rd omniscient point of view allowing me to write in past, present, and future seen in my writings! Thank you to this person for stating this fact! I love you!!! Writing is for fun! Write for yourself and not them who cares if your writing isn’t perfect!? No ones perfect!!! 😆😆😆😆

New writers I am begging you to take writing advice with a grain of salt. And pepper. Maybe some cloves. Or garlic powder. What I mean is spice up your writing, instead of listening to stale rules that might not work for everyone.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[constellationofst4rs]

Prompt:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_HmGD7sTSB/?igsh=MThraGkzc2JsazY5MQ==

★ Be nice thx <33 (my fav one so far)

"NO! You can't be dying, you're immortal, you can't die..."

Althea's broken sobs echoed through the room, her white dress stained golden from where she knelt beside her lover in a pool of their blood.

"I'm sorry, I wish we had more time," Her lover whispered weakly, their hand gently clasped with Althea's.

The silver knife embedded in her lover's stomach glistened in the pale moonlight in the ruins of the castle, shining a soft silver like the colour of her lover's eyes. Ironically, the knife Althea gifted them on their anniversary was the one to kill them, and it currently served as a harsh reminder of the reality of her lover's impending death.

Althea's lover manages to raise her head, strained, pressing one last brief kiss onto her lips, and glances into her eyes, a gentle smile gracing their face, despite the situation they were in. "I love you."

As her lover's eyes fluttered shut, their chest exhaling with their last breath, Althea gasps out, "You're not gone, you can't be gone, no... don't leave me like this, please..."

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[geezmarty]

(bellara/taash) nerd/jocks lovers rise up

[simonbrain]

it doesn't matter how quietly you attempt to get off at night; your lieutenant is always listening, always grumpy about the pretty sounds disturbing his slumber.

you were embarrassed when he brought it up to you (keep it down, can't fuckin' sleep with oll tha' racket), so you opted to not use your vibrator the next night, instead using your fingers like some lady from the 1800's. it wasn't as efficient, but it did the job, and you were knocked out after a few orgasms.

you think you're doing good, as he doesn't confront you about your nightly activities for a few days after that. not until one morning when he pulls you over to an obscured area outside, not paying any mind to your stumbling and hissing.

even with the mask on, you can tell he's scowling. "how many times do i 'ave to tell you to keep it down?" he grumbles, peering down at you through golden eyelashes. his head tilts as he speaks, and you have to force yourself to not squeeze your thighs together in front of your superior officer. "i can hear tha' wet cunt through the walls every night—are you tha' thirsty for it, pet?" a finger clips onto your belt loop, and you're being tugged closer, a chuckle rumbling from him when he takes notice of how flustered you're getting.

you've never wanted to explode into tiny pieces more in your life than this moment. your cheeks feel hot, and you can only stare up at him and watch as his gaze roams down your body. heated. predatory.

"i— i don't want—" you try to deny what you know is inevitable because ghost always gets his way, but it's thrilling to watch how he pushes his body against yours, the smell of him overpowering your rational thoughts. he only peels the mask high enough to free his mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat, a gloved hand finding its way to the front of your pants.

that night, when you crawl into bed with a fully charged vibrator, warmth already swirling in your belly, you think about how ghost's hands felt on your body. how he so meanly nudged the fat head of his cock in until he was fully sheathed, stretching you so thin you swear he was going to split you apart.

("there we go," he coos—or rather snarls at you, thick fingers filling up your mouth because you were whining too loud for his liking. "knew you wanted this fuckin' cunt stuffed full o'me," he groans while pawing at your chest, harsh pants hitting your ear. "tha's why you're so loud, innit? nasty fuckin' thing.")

how he kissed you like he was trying to consume you, licking into your mouth with such fervour, you were surprised he hadn't already burst into flames. he resembles a brick more than an actual human sometimes, but patience has always been his strongest quality.

you really shouldn't be surprised when ghost pours into your room while you're making yourself dizzy with thoughts of him, your brain liquifying on the pillow from the constant delicious vibrations against your throbbing clit. the sound of the door being kicked shut behind him startles you as he stalks over to your bed.

"i'm starting to think you like pissing me off." he growls softly, the bed squeaking underneath his weight. the vibrator is still buzzing against you, and you swallow when his eyes drop down to the soft, wet mess between your legs. "get on your fuckin' knees, girl."

[black-quadrant]

sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating