#write this in your style

[breannasfluff]

Anyone remember this post?

For my next tumblr milestone, I was thinking of writing a fic with a beginning, end, and open “chunks” for each Linked Universe character in the middle. Then you can pick whichever hero you want and write what’s happening off screen!

Long or short wouldn’t matter, and artists could draw a scene if they wanted to participate. Pick the same character as someone else? Who cares! Everyone does it their own way!

Thoughts? (Please share to spread the word!)

[anicomicqueen]

LU Write This In Your Style

Anybody remember the LU WTIYS Challenge from 2023? Because I totally meant to post a fic for that and like never actually did. I am a human of my word so I did finally get around to making....something. It's basically crack. But like wholesome crack. Should be finished editing and posting in the next couple days, but here is chapter 1:

[verabraun-art]

Wow! We just hit 5k on instagram! 🎉 ⠀ What’s a milestone without a contest on my account? Writers and artists, here’s a new challenge for you! The winner-artist and winner-writer will receive a free commission of any complexity! ⠀ But first of all – THANK YOU! I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Thank you for every like, comment, share, and message – you inspire me to keep going and growing. Whether you've been here since day one or just joined, your presence makes this journey so special 💖 ⠀ Contest Details: ⠀ 🎨 For Artists: ⠀ Your task is to create the most stunning background. The winner will be the one who captures detailed architecture and works skillfully with light. Feel free to add fireworks or use perspective—anything to make the background truly breathtaking! You can also include other characters or change the view or pose, as long as it's Ladybug reading the letter on a Parisian rooftop. Don't forget to tag me here and add #verabraun_5k ⠀ 📝 For Writers: ⠀ Your challenge is to write the best letter that Ladybug is reading. The twist is that readers shouldn't be able to guess the author of the letter until they see the signature at the end. The letter should be from someone within the Miraculous universe (specials included). Your entry should be a single letter with no additional chapters or descriptions outside of it. Setting descriptions inside the letter are fine as long as they are natural and fitting. While there are no strict character limits, remember it’s a letter, not a book. You can post your entry on AO3, Wattpad, or Instagram. The preferable language is English, but you’re free to use any other – I'll use an online translator then. ⠀ 🟢 Start Date: July 1st ⠀ 🔴 Deadline and winner announcement: December 1st ⠀ You can submit as many entries as you like. ⠀ Feel free to ask any questions you might have! ⠀

[lady-wallace]

DTIYS EXTENDED

I've decided to extend the deadline since I've been so busy lately and I know a few people who weren't sure they would be able to finish their pieces by the end of the month, so the new deadline is now May 20th!

I've seen some fantastic entries so far and I look forward to seeing what else you all have in store!

Check out the full rules and info HERE

You can of course post your DTIYS pieces after the deadline, but to qualify for the prizes it will need to be posted by May 20th.

[livi008]

Poems and such

Today I saw a video about how society keeps standards of beauty despite the fight to end the reduction of people to only that. And now I’m thinking or writing a poem with the prompt:

I may not have a pretty face, but I am so much more than my face.

I may change the tittle just so it’s less repetitive. But I wanted to share with my fellow writers. Because I really do think we are the ones that make the difference. We are the ones that talk to society. We are the ones that break people’s brain so they’ll listen to the unheard voices. So, if any writer would like to use “my” prompt, I guess this post is kinda like “draw this in your style” type of thing.

Well, in this case, Write this in your style (and words) I guess

I’ll reblog this later to share my version of the prompt. Thanks for reading! Enjoy your scroll!

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan a week after moving in with Wade:

[deerspherestudios]

Hello hello!! ✨

Dropping in to say I'm doing much better since getting sick last year and will be back to managing this blog soon. And! I just finished a ficlet (around 7.2k words) for my Patreon, the prompt being Days 1 to 3 written from Mychael's perspective. It's available here or in the link below for $5 tiers and above!

Thank you for the continued support!! Enjoy!! ❤️

[samaraxmorgan]

Spill Your Secrets

Synopsis: Something strange happened during Sukuna’s most recent fight, he was nearly defeated. Completely losing his ability to harness his cursed energy, he had to resort to bludgeoning his enemy to death with his bare hands. Except after this sorcerer’s death, his techniques didn’t return to him. It won’t be that simple, you see, to regain his abilities he will need to reveal his deepest secret, but what on earth could that possibly be?

Pairing: Heian Era Sukuna x Reader

Contains: blood, lots of mentions of blood, very slight angst but everything ends up okay, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.0k

My Masterlist Here!!

The king of curses is nothing if not blunt, never having any problems being as distastefully confrontational towards anyone who meets his menacing gaze. Anyone and everyone, except for you; it wasn’t always like this, of course, but over the course of your time together he’s become… more reserved you could say. He would absolutely threaten to kill you if you told him he was growing soft, but you’re both more than aware that he would never dare to lay a hand on you, no matter how often you intentionally push his buttons.

Like how you are now, waiting for him to return back home and enter his throne room to find you lounging on his precious throne, your back leaned against one armrest while your legs draped over the other. Uraume can’t help but shake their head, unable to comprehend the amount of absolute nerve you possess, or more importantly, how their lord Sukuna seems almost delighted to keep you around regardless of your constant antics.

The grand doors to the estate open abruptly, slamming into the walls as Sukuna enters, the blood of his foes coating his hands and leaving crimson splatters across his broad figure. This fight must have been messy; you’ve seen him return victorious more times than you could count, droplets of blood scattered on his skin, dripping down his face and torso, but this… It must have been personal. He clearly fought with his bare hands, bruises on his bloodied knuckles and a large open gash spread across his-

Wait.

What?

No, no, that can’t be right. You blink to clear your eyes, they’re surely deceiving you, but as he stumbles into the entryway you realize that the unthinkable- no, the impossible- has happened.

Sukuna is injured.

Within the blink of an eye, Uraume is rushing to his aid as you scramble off of his throne and run towards him. You’ve never seen this look in his eyes before, like a rabbit surrounded by wolves, his hands shaking in what could be perceived as either unrelenting anger or an imperceivable fear.

Your voice wavers, panic clear in your shaky breaths as you speak, “What… Happened…?”

“Uraume, the sorcerer I’ve just fought,” He’s trying to keep his voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the underlying panic in his rushed words, “Research his curse technique and report back to me with your findings.”

With a quick nod of their head Uraume rushes out of the throne room, pulling the doors shut behind them to prevent anyone from seeing Sukuna in this condition. He lets out a shaky breath, his guard immediately dropping with the click of the doors as he presses a large hand into the gash drawn across the side of his torso, gritting his teeth as he attempts to cover the wound to prevent more of his blood from seeping out.

“Why haven’t you healed?” Your voice comes out in a whisper, although you didn’t mean it to.

He whispers right back to you, “I can’t.”

You didn’t know it was possible for your eyes to grow wider, your heart pounding painfully in your chest as you forcefully grab one of his hands into both of your own and lead him to a lounge chair. He stumbles slightly, nearly collapsing into the plush cushions; a sharp breath escapes his throat, his head leaning back against the seat and his eyes squeezing shut.

Sukuna has never had to endure pain, his reverse cursed technique always closing his wounds for him subconsciously. You reach for the foot of your long gown, ripping through the fabric to create a large makeshift bandage. Seating yourself on one of his large thighs, you reach forward to wrap your arms around either side of his waist, pulling the fabric flush against his back and whispering out a quiet apology as you tie each end of the bandage and pull it tight, compressing his wound to suppress the bleeding and causing him to huff out a harsh breath, a low growl leaving his lips as one of his hands reaches to cover his mouth in an attempt to stifle his sounds of pain.

You pull his hand away from his lips, gently placing your shaking palm on his cheek; his eyes crack open and his head tilts subtly to meet your petrified gaze. His long fingers wrap around your trembling ones, an attempt to be reassuring, and he gently pulls your hand to his lips to press a weak kiss to the back of your hand that was now smeared with scarlet blood.

His maroon eyes look hazy as you gaze into them, swiping your thumb in an attempt to clear a drop of blood from his cheek but only smudging it across his features, “Tell me what happened.”

His brows furrow and he clicks his tongue, “That bastard hit me with… something,” He lets out a deep breath, “His attack rendered me incapable of harnessing my cursed energy. I’d assumed that disposing of him would resolve the issue, but,” The tiniest hint of a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, “I assumed incorrectly, it seems.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes, your voice breaking and causing that small smile of his to dissipate and his grip on your hand to grow tighter, “Will you be okay..?”

“Yes.” He declares sternly, two of his hands reaching to cup your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and catching a falling tear on the tip of his thumb, his voice sounding softer now “Yes, my dear, I will be okay.”

Tears begin to cascade down your face as you nod your head, forcing a wobbly smile onto your lips. His thumbs brush your tears away, but leave smudges of blood in their wake. His grip on your hand never falters as his last free hand wraps around your waist, the hands cupping your face sliding to the back of your neck and gently pulling you towards him, your forehead pressed against his as his eyes bore into your own; you’re unable to read the look he gives you, but his pupils grow wider.

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“He has to what?”

Uraume shifts uncomfortably in the doorway of Sukuna’s chambers, “To share a secret, I don’t know to whom, but presumably he has to inform someone of a matter he is not willing to discuss.”

The tension had settled significantly in the last two days, Sukuna’s wounds slowly but surely healing on their own with no complications; you’ve been keeping a keen eye on his injuries as you cleansed and wrapped them multiple times a day, dark red scabs beginning to form throughout the slice taken from his side. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when you heard that Uraume had discovered the cure to Sukuna’s condition, but now tension has once again began to bubble up inside of you as you peer over at Sukuna sitting on the bed next to you.

What secrets could he possibly have? He’s never held his tongue for anyone.

Except…

“Thank you, Uraume, you are dismissed.”

They nod their head and turn on their heel, pulling the tall wooden door to the chambers shut as they leave. Sukuna leans back against the pillows adorning his grand bed, staring into the flickering flames of the candles hoisted on iron candlesticks surrounding the bed and painting the room in a soft orange glow. You both sit in silence for a moment, consumed in your thoughts as the curtains sway from the gentle breeze making its way in from the open window.

You’re first to interrupt the silence, crawling backwards on his bed and leaning your back onto the plush velvet pillows, gazing up at him next to you with a soft smile, “Well, at least it’s an easy solution.”

His eyes flicker to yours, and you’re greeted with that unreadable expression once again; his pupils growing larger at the sight of you, dim candlelight softly illuminating his darkened eyes that held something behind them. His lips part for a moment, but no words can grace his tongue; his gaze drops to your lips and back to your eyes, his mouth opening again but there is still only silence. He grits his teeth, his eyes squinting and brows furrowing in frustration as he turns his head completely to look away from you.

You lift yourself to sit upright on the bed, looking down at him laying beneath you and pinching his chin between your fingers, turning his head to look back at you, “It’s about me, isn’t it?”

A soft groan escapes his throat as he wraps a hand around your wrist, gently pushing your hand away as he turns his head to look towards the wall. A beat of quiet passes as his eyes fall shut, a soft sigh leaving his lips, “Perhaps that’s the case.”

You scrunch your brows together, giving him a quizzical look as you gently poke underneath his bottom eye, “Well? Spill it.”

He rolls his eyes, “It’s is not so simple.”

You let out a frustrated huff, “Sukuna, we can’t keep you hidden forever. Eventually the people will hear that the king of curses is curseless.”

He grits his teeth, shooting daggers in your direction as his eyes meet yours once again, “I am well aware. Please humor me with your silence, woman.”

“Woman,” You repeat in a mocking tone, your arms crossing across your chest, you mumble under your breath, “I was My Dear two days ago.”

“You-” Two of his hands take hold of your own and pull them away from your chest while his other two rest on either side of your hips, “You’re always-” his words get stuck in his throat, his gaze up at you softening as that look in his eyes returns once again.

One of his hands leaves your hip to prop himself up on the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight as he leans his tall figure down to have his face hover right above your own. His fingers intertwine with yours as he wraps his lower set of arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, the two of you now eye level.

His breath fans against your lips as he speaks, his voice hardly coming out as a whisper, “You don’t make this easy for me,” He lifts one of your hands to his chest, pressing your palm against his pounding heart, “My dear.”

He looks beautiful, the warm glow of candlelight cascading across his skin as his dark eyes gaze into yours, longing for you, not wanting to ever have you leave his arms.

Your voice escapes in a whisper, “What do you mean?”

He lifts the hand he had placed between your bodies up to your chin, his thumb slowly brushing over your bottom lip, “Every time I have attempted to tell you, my voice has never ceased to failed me,” He leans further towards you, your foreheads pressed against one another’s, whispering against your lips, “It seems that you always manage to tear my breath from my lungs.”

He breaks the distance between you, tilting his head slightly and running his hand to the back of your neck as he softly presses his lips against yours. Your heart races in your chest but your eyes fall shut as you melt into him, sliding your hand from its home on his heart and wrapping it around the back of his head, attempting to pull him impossibly closer. He lets a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding escape him, kissing you deeper, passion flooding from his lips and against your own.

It pains him to pull away from you, but he doesn’t stray far, his lips still brushing against yours as his eyes are back on yours, clarifying to you that his eyes have always been telling you what he has never been able to say in a breath against your lips, “I Love You.”

A/N: So THAT was his secret huh, I have the BIGGEST headcanon that he refuses to ever ever ever say I love you, and a situation like this is the ONLY way to get him to actually admit he could god forbid care for another person. Anyway I wrote this in a more… formal? style than I normally do bc my usual snarky inner dialogues didn’t really fit the vibes here, so I went balls to the walls with the fancy speak lmfao. I hope you enjoyed!!

[pinetreevillain]

Stray Part 1

I’ve been calling this one “the big one” because THIS BAD BOY 👉👉 is a five parter. It’s also the one that I got into unarmed combat with the most in terms of the color palette, and after a long and bloody battle, it’s made itself out to be my favorite colors so far since the Friends Like These palette. Now i’ve rambled enough about the colors already! Please enjoy :)

<- Confrontation, next

Masterpost

[originalartblog]

Happy Valentine's day! 💖

(comic continues below) ⤵

Dazai proceeded to almost pass out while trying to tell Chuuya to take that thing off before it kills him.

Bonus 👀

[breannasfluff]

LU Write This In Your Style!

Welcome to #lu wtiys! I wanted to do something beyond a fandom prompt and this idea was born:

One fic, with a beginning, middle, and end for plot. Your job is to pick any member of the Chain you want, and write what happened from their PoV! When reading you'll notice I've left some details you are welcome to use, as well as options for angst or fluff.

Did Time lose a battle to a cucco, or did he have to rewind time and save the boys from certain death? What was the wolf doing in town and who was bleeding? How many tries did it take Hyrule to carry one bucket of water up a hill?

All these choices are yours! Pick the same character as someone else? Who cares! Everyone will do it different. Don't write but want to participate? Draw a scene! Everything is welcome; the idea is just to have fun as silly or as serious as you want to make it!

Fic link is here: AO3

AO3 Collection link here: LU_WTIYS

Tag #lu wtiys on tumblr and/or add your fic to the AO3 collection!

I can't wait to see what ya'll come up with! Excerpt of the fic below the cut:

Right. Purah can—she can do this. With the heroes' help, maybe it won’t end in a disaster. She grabs a scrap piece of paper and starts scribbling. “There are some items I need if we’re going to survive this. It’s imperative I get them before this evening, okay? If you are late, well…” She shudders and keeps writing. “Please, just take an item and go. There’s no time to waste and some of these might be difficult.”

Wind throws her a jaunty salute. “Don’t worry, ma’am, we got this!”

Time reads from the list, “One bucket of water from a tide pool in Hateno Bay. One bucket?”

Hyrule tentatively raises a hand. “Isn’t Hateno Bay right down there?” He waves toward the direction of the ocean.

Purah nods. “There’s a path that goes right down to the beach from here, actually. Can’t miss it.”

“Sure you won’t get lost on a path, traveler?” Warriors nudges Hyrule, who bats him away.

“I think I can handle one measly bucket of water.”

“Wanna bet? 20 rupees says it takes you three tries.”

“40 rupees that I can do it in one.”

[clickety-clacker]

Been seeing so many cool Clickies on my dashboard since getting into GGG, I just had to take the time to draw a few of them- plus, it was a bit of a challenge to try new styles. A lot of these guys were also super influential to how I draw and even think about Click Clack on my own time, so you should definitely check them out! Names below the cut cus it got long heehoo

Top left: @malartsorte

Top middle (holding papers): @scribblelimbo

Top right: @wishgraanted

Leftmost middle: @beastwhimsy

Middle (peace sign!): @sootnuki

Rightmost middle: @molabuddy

Bottom left: @pespillo

Bottom middle: @artuurle

Bottom right: @modmad

I know I said it already, but all of yall are super cool and I had a lot of fun challenging myself to make this! Keep on being awesome 👍

[blueskittlesart]

today marks at least the second time that the art forgery skills i developed via editing clothes onto official art of half-naked my hero academia characters in high school earned me points in my college academic career. incredible

[imperiuswrecked]

"Don't you see? The Future is whatever we shape it to be."

House of M 2099

Thank you @pointdotiozao for my art commission of Wanda, Pietro, & Lorna! I love how you have captured the essence of this world for them in each of their characters! It's so beautiful!!

For Magnet Family Week 2025 @magnetfamily Prompts: Past & Future, Devotion/Abandoned, Memory/Powers, Alternate Universe, Regrets/Reconciliation. Read the Fanfic here.

In the far distant future of the Year 2099 three siblings must navigate past horrors and acclimate to their new time. The Scarlet W.I.T.C.H (Woman in the Computer Hologram) 2099 - Wanda Maximoff wakes up to find her body a husk and her spirit trapped in the complex computer world of 2099. She must find a way to be seen & heard by her brother & find her lost sister. As she learns the rules of her new reality, she needs to find the power to save herself & maybe even the world from a looming threat. Quicksilver 2099 - Pietro Maximoff awakens to a new world. As he tries to recall the memories that brought him to the Year 2099 he finds that his powers have expanded beyond speed, trapped between times, he races to figure out how to control his new abilities and also search for his missing sisters and answers. Out of every corner of his eye he sees Wanda's image, reflected in computer screens, haunting him with every step. Polaris 2099 - Lorna Dane is trapped in a nightmare as she awakens to a future she never thought she would live to see. With her newly expanded powers slowly killing her she tries to find a way to make the pain stop and cope with her trauma. Can all three Siblings find each other in time to save the world?

[sweeneydino]

Photos.

Has your teeth rotten out yet from all the fluff?