#writeeeee

[absolutelybifurious]

Fully crying from all the love on my fics today I literally love everyone so much and hey I wrote like 7k on the unnamed AU today (which someone totally guessed in the tags already lol) and the Eddiemaddie NDE is like super close to being fully edited so!!!

Yay?

Yay.

[thr4shit]

I WILL TRY- IT'S LIKE- STUPID DOMESTIC FLUFF ABOUT TWO OF THE CHARACTERS THAT COULD'VE GOTTEN TOGETHER BUT DIDN'T-

(If you can PLEASE please go read Sadie by Courtney Summers- IT'S SO GOOD HELP-)

I'm two steps away from writing bad fanfiction about a book I guarantee almost no one has read or heard of, and I'm about to cry because why is it a fixation- there's no content of it anywhere

I can't start a fandom by myself TvT

[truths33k3r4]

What are the moments/phrases/comments that can REALLY set the turtles off?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER I NEEDED TO DRAW MORE PANELS FOR ITTTTTT

Hey, Anon! :)

As per usual, I will go answer your question going through each turtle at a time. :)

Donatello - There are a slew of different things that set Don off~ The main ones being when things (somehow) don't make sense to him, and ESPECIALLY when someone talks down to HIM when THEY are the ones being a colossal twit. If you don't have the facts to back up your theory or opinion, then DO NOT SHARE UNLESS YOU'RE PREPARED FOR IT TO BE DESTROYED BEFORE YOUR EYES. If you can't take the cold-hard facts of life, then go live in a Fantasy novel.

Raphael - Like his twin, Raph has many things that annoy him and force him to resort to exploding like a volcano. The biggest one for him is when his home is just. Too. LOUD. It is very difficult to focus on sketching in your notebook when the obnoxious screeches of your little brother fill the air around you. The explosion reaches a crescendo when he realizes he accidentally poked his pencil through his sketchbook...

Leonardo - As someone who's normally quite calm in nature, Leo rarely loses his temper or shows emotions that he doesn't want to. But his precious composure sometimes crumbles into dust when his family doesn't communicate to him. This is especially true if it involves concealed injuries that are kept from him, the Team Medic. The art down below is based on what occurs in this chapter of my story, when Leo catches Raph hiding wounds he got from his time in the dreaded labs.

Lotus - This girl's temper rivals that of the twins. She has a difficult time toning down her fireworks of emotions since being saved from the labs that forced her to be silent. Her temper especially appears when someone (in person or in a tv show or film), convinces another weaker or shy person to act how they want: Manipulation, gaslighting, dehumanizing, etc. The brothers quickly learn to never pick any kinds of movies with that kind of villain, just to keep Lotus from spiraling into the unwanted memories of her past.

Michelangelo - The most rare to ever lose his temper given his sunny and chill personality, Mikey has to be pushed to his very LIMIT in order to explode like Raph or Don. Simple arguments don't do all that much besides annoy him, (just because of the fact that his brothers are fighting), but what really gets to him is when a fight lasts longer than it ever should have, and neither person involved is effectively communicating. Just... ARGUING. This is when he *lovingly* reminds them to look at their pride, KILL IT, and then focus on correctly fixing the dispute between the two.

Thanks for the question!! These were REALLY FUN to draw!! :)

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

[ananke-xiii]

I literally don't care about Dean teaching Jack how to drive&fish but I absolutely need a fic with Sam, Rowena and Cas going to meet the shaman Sergei who was recommended by none other than Ketch. Cas huffs and puffs about it for the whole drive, Rowena complains about Sam driving too slow and Sam thinks about driving them all into a cliff, the thought of dying Jack is the only thing keeping them all alive. What's even worse? The ride back home. With Sergei. Level of "I'd rather be in the pit of hell than in this car with you all" over nine thousand. It's, again, the thought of a dying Jack that keeps them all safe from eternal damnation because these people would otherwise Commit Crimes&Sacrileges.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Writemas Day 3: The Tale of the Fallen Reaper

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Prompts: Burning

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 900

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west @agirlandherquill

CW: death mention, murder mention

Thea found a secluded corner of the library, her latest finds stacked up next to her as she settled onto the floor. For a long moment, she stared at the books, threads of despair curling around her. What if she was chasing a red herring? Going after the faint light in the darkness, only to find herself more and more lost.

The only lead she had was the barest scrap of memory from her childhood, from a story her mother read to her out of a book of myths. One that spoke about invisible creatures who hunted in the silence. Kore had confirmed the story's existence, remembering the same tale. But their mother had borrowed the book from the library, and none of them could remember the title or author.

Hence why Thea was in the library when she should have been helping Kore arrange Caelum's funeral.

Just the thought of Caelum brought tears to her eyes, the faint burning sensation behind her nose. Thea bit the inside of her cheek and picked up the first book on the stack. Over the past three days, she had poured over nearly every book with even the faintest possibility of containing the elusive story. With each passing day, she grew more and more restless.

Thea finished skimming through the first book in a matter of minutes. It was a longer tale, one about a journey home, with many adventures along the way. None of them had anything to do with invisible hunters, so it was useless to her. Thea set it aside and picked up the second book.

This one was no better. A small collection of stories all about curses and true love. Thea handled it a bit rougher than she should have when she slammed it on top of the first, her mood worsening by the second.

She reached for the next one---wait. The third book in the stack next to her was not the same book she had taken from the shelf. That one had a green cover, with the fancier golden lettering. This book was different, still green, but a lighter shade, with plain black lettering on the cover.

Frowning, Thea glanced about the floor, as if it had slid off the stack somewhere. Had someone taken it without her noticing?

She looked down at the book again. Children's Myths and Fairytales, Volume II, by M. Halcyon. It certainly appeared to belong within her rhetoric. Perhaps she had simply misremembered the books she had taken? Not entirely out of the question, sleep had eluded her lately.

Sighing, Thea flipped open the cover and glanced over the table of contents. The Raven and the Fox. The Spires of the Fairy Queen. The Rabbit and the Trap. The Tale of the Fallen Reaper.

Thea frowned at the last story listed. Reaper? Fallen?

...could this be the one I need?

She didn't want to get her hopes up. For all she knew, the story had nothing to do with the one her mother had told her and her sister when they were children. But from the title alone, her heart leaped with excitement, and she quickly flipped through the book until she found the page where the story began.

Everyone knows about the existence of reapers. Or, how they used to exist, many years ago, before you or I were born.

Even when they were well-known, reapers didn't act often. They only came after the worst of the worst, after those who did horrible things and still walked free. They would emerge when their target least expected it, and unnatural, utter silence followed wherever they went. A rare occurrence, when the reapers struck.

And that was how it was supposed to be. Rare. But one day, one of them wondered why they must abide by the morals of humans to determine who to hunt. For reapers are not human. In fact, they cannot be seen by humans without the help of certain tools, and only interact when they carry out their duties.

"What difference is there," he asked himself, "between one human killing another out of anger, and another killing out of defense? Are not both killers? What, then, of other such crimes? What of liars and cheaters? Why is the line for a reaper where it is?

He did not ask the others of his kind these questions, because he knew he wouldn't like their answers. This reaper tested their ways cautiously, for he did not know how his peers would perceive him should he be caught breaking their rules. A person who kills just because she can, then a person who killed in the midst of fury. Then one who killed out of duty. Then one out of defense.

As he waded deeper and deeper into the waters of rebellion, the reaper found he enjoyed disobedience far more than obedience. He did not understand the nature of humans, and how he had, in his rebellion, become just like them.

The other reapers discovered his disobedience. And they were not happy. They ousted him from their ranks, stripping him of his power, and exiled him from their hidden lands, forcing him to wander the human world as punishment for what he had done.

That is the price of evil. This reaper was not punished because he questioned the rules, but because he freely broke them regardless, and caused sorrow and tragedy in the process. The end.

Thea stared at the page for a long moment. She had found it. This was the story her mother had read to her and Kore all those years ago.

...now what?

[typicalopposite]

Oh my goodness it’s been a while 👀

Thank you @adreamareads and @luainthewild for the tags today and @onthewaytosomewhere, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @taste-thewaste (+anyone i may have forgotten 🫣) for all the other tags I haven’t got to yet! Life has been… 😮‍💨

Yall my big bang fic has been moving so so so slow… and this isn’t even what the fic is about it’s just a tidbit of what gets the plot rolling but I’m a sucker for a redemption arc so here some of Philips (its more that six or seven… or several 🫣 but I’m multiple weeks behind soooo yeah!)

“Henry, I–” Philip begins, voice hoarse and surprisingly soft. Then he takes a step forward – towards Henry – then another, until he’s right in front of him, having to slightly look up to keep eye contact. He puts a hand on Henry’s shoulder and squeezes. “There is so much I need to say to you – that I want to say— that I should have been said to you… I don’t even know where to begin–” “Philip, you don’t have to– Good god, this day is about you and Martha, and— and…” Henry looks back through the glass and gestures towards the baby. “Henry.” Philip says, softly. “Yes?” Henry asks. “No, I mean… that’s his name. Henry.” Henry gasps. He doesn’t mean to, but it absolutely takes him by surprise, and he snaps his head back to the bassinet placed just on the other side of the window; on a light blue name card elegantly scripted in black marker His Royal Highness Prince Henry Arthur Alexander James Hanover-Stuart Fox.

:) tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste and @meraki-yao & @england-would-fall plus anyone else who wants to join in! <3

[darkbluekies]

My only goal for 2024 is to finish Golden trial pt2. You will get that damn oneshot before 2025 I promise.

[kalgalen]

ah yes, the unfortunate and impossible to satisfy impulse to engage in the act of creation at (checks time) 1am

[manchesterau]

we’re only three days into phantober btw

[vizishereig]

i am SICK. this is TERRIBLE.

how am I to focus on writing the sillies with the illness coursing through my veins??????? HOW???

my body yearns for the bed, but my brain yearns for the computer...

ugh.

[wastheheart]

Pls, brain, just let me respond to asks and drafts.

Brain: ESME IS BEING LOVED HOW SHE'S MEANT TO IN THIS PARTICULAR VERSE. YOU MUST RESPOND TO THESE SPECIFIC ASKS/THREADS ASAP.

[lovemelizards]

I’m so upset. How dare uni take away my fanfic writing time??

[potangena44]

when i wanna finish this jeffery fanfic i've had in my drafts since pocky day (11/11) but my life keeps getting more and more insane 🤕

last time it was demons and a white lady (filipino myth). right now me and my supernatural friendgroup are dealing with curses. my friend got evil eyed and love spelled and now he's getting abnormally strong and unwanted feelings for a classmate despite having a girlfriend. day in the life of people with open third eyes

[wr1tten]

like this for a lil starter! please specify muse <3

[luvsupa]

challengers is soooo geto and gojo coded 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

[l3ominor]

guyyyyysssss my muse is being mean to meeeeeee