#Magic!Anon starter

[pizzaprompts]

Sinday Magic!Anons!

A series of prompts that instigate a ONE DAY effect caused by Anon Magic. Receiver may choose to write a general starter with it, or individual starters with likes, however they please, but for ONE DAY the muse will be subjected to the effect.

All prompts are 18+ and many may contain themes that are dubiously consenting / nonconsenting. BE WARNED.

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Tiddy Power! / Depower! - Regardless of gender, the muse seems to have gained (or lost!) tits for the day! This has no effect on any other part of their body.

Dick Power! / Depower! - Regardless of gender, the muse seems to have gained (or lost!) a dick for the day! This has no effect on any other part of their body.

Double Trouble! - The muse seems to have somehow doubled up on sex organs! FOUR TITS? TWO VAGINAS? TWO DICKS? Hopefully the muse has someone to help with all of that!

Sex Pollen! - The muse has been hit with a sex pollen and without fucking it out of their system they might die!

Twinsies!! - The muse now looks like the last person they kissed! I sure hope for the muse's sake that person wasn't a secret.

A Sticky Situation! - The muse is for some reason unable to unstick themselves from whomever they touch! I wonder if there's a cure for this!

A Lost Love! - The muse sees the person they love / desire most in their reflection... and the person they see can see every thought they have.

Spank Bank! - The muse has been tied down to a spanking bench in a seedy area. They are unable to escape! Maybe the next person to come along will be helpful! ... or maybe they'll only release the muse for a cost.

Glory Hole! - Somewhere in the world there has spawned a glory hole that seems to be directly connected to the muse's body! Depending on what's paid, the muse could be filled up in all kinds of places by who knows how many complete strangers!

Two For One! - The muse has a double that they now share all thoughts and feelings with. I sure hope the muse doesn't need to be at work, who knows what trouble their double could get up to!

[sylviareviar]

Sylvia could see why Lena loved the ocean so much. Sunlight danced across the surface in waves, following the flow of the wind. Her hair and wings brushed through the sky, yearning for the freedom of the open air. Her hands clenched on the overhanging tree, the bark flaking on her palms. She stood at a crouch, her wings open wide.

The clouds were starting to part a little. Specks of blue peeked out between them.

She tried again here, where the wind was stronger, and her wings were angled just the right way. Each beat of her wings was stronger, more confident. Back, forth. Don't forget that circular motion. Her gaze was fixed skyward, the clouds her goal.

She'd never considered herself a thrill seeker before. Now, she couldn't think of anywhere she felt more at home than in the sky. Her wings flapped harder, faster. Gales whipped around her in response to her wishes. Keep going.

The more she practiced her flaps, the lighter she felt. But even this still wasn't enough. Her limbs were shaking, holding onto the precarious tree. Her balance wasn't all there, her confidence was still lacking. She needed to embrace the sky. She needed to push past her fear.

Sylvia turned to look down below her, at the sharp rocks awaiting beneath, lapped by water like the jaws of death, waiting for her to fall. She wouldn't let them have that satisfaction. If she fell, let it be to the water below. She just needed to jump far enough and gain enough height with her wings. Enough momentum.

She pushed away from the tree and stepped back, turning to face the woods once more. Once she gained enough distance from the edge of the cliff, she turned on her heel and took off at a sprint, flapping her wings faster and faster as she ran. They caught the wind, but her feet still pounded into the ground. The edge rapidly approached; she planted her feet on the cliffside and jumped at the peak of her power, angling her body downward. Her heart thrummed in her ears, but she had no time.

Her wings sliced through the air with surprising ease. Now that she was off the ground, gaining lift with just one flap was enough to send her soaring past the edge, away from the rocky death that awaited below. Flapping her wings constantly was a mental effort, a task she needed to fully focus on, like a child still learning how to walk without stumbling on their trembling little legs. She couldn't get caught up in watching the view. She just had to embrace the wind and sky as a part of her, and keep flapping.

Steering mid-flight was a challenge at first. Her weight depended on her shoulders, the direction they pointed in, but she had initially assumed she had to lead with the direction of her head. The flexibility and magnitude of her wings made it easy for her to turn or flip in midair as if she'd been flying her entire life, but her movements were erratic, spontaneous, confused. Like a dance, almost, except with two left wings. She could change directions on a dime, it was incredible.

Once she got a hang of flapping her wings constantly, she hovered in midair for a bit, just enjoying the view of the island she had. The trees down below were small enough to resemble a toy diagram. The school in the distance was dwarfed by the immense mountain behind it. Morning godrays tinged the whole island with a golden hue, peeking through the clouds her spirit had drawn.

She wanted to share this view with Lena.

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Magic Anon Starter (Open; Hermes Cabin only please)

ooc: Finally found the post :D I'm evil. May be a bit of a stretch but rules are a suggestion, right? Feel free to interact whenever, whether that be right now or two weeks from now!!

Sounds of crashing at two in the morning bring you into the main room, where a boy of medium height stands still in the darkness. Turning on the lights, you see that it's Maddox standing there. Maddox. Standing. His wheelchair is seemingly what had fallen over, behind the couch and partially broken.

"Oh, hi." He waves nervously.

[electricea]

Anonymous sent - M!A someone managed to abandon some baby kittens at the door!

"K-Kittens...?!" Who would just up and leave so many cute kittens at his doorstep, especially ones that looked so young...?!

Gathering up as many of the kittens that he could fit into his arms, he carried them all into his house one after another, going back to make extra trips for the kittens he hadn't managed to carry before - and now that the kittens were all safely in his bedroom, he could breathe a silent sigh of relief - only to be faced by another huge problem.

"W-What am I supposed to do with all these kittens...?!"

[arcanepactguile]

MAGIC ANON: Heat (<3)

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂! 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓

The aroused buck was at full mast, concealing his dripping erection behind the pillow he had in the beginning been humping futilely. Strings of slick stuck to the plush pillow, at first glance it appeared he was jerking himself off — stretched out on his stomach, his arms were stretched under him, fists working at his crotch.

Propped on his knees and ass up, the demon was actually pumping his heavy udders, dedicating a singular hand to one teat each to be fair. Breathless, gaze pinned on nothing, he diligently kept on squeezing his engorged sacs; squirts of milk trickling down his calves and knees. It was clumsy yet somewhat effective.

With his tail wagging madly, baring his empty hole to the world at large, the Radio Demon's potent pheromones was thick and heavy, able to be picked up within an impressive radius.

He just wanted to be mated by anything at this point. The Heat cycle had suspiciously come out of nowhere. There wasn't time to waste analysing it.

[employee1618152017]

❝ oh, man.. again? didn’t you just turn back? ❞

i was contemplating doing this one,, sighs..

@endlessdepths

> [7/10]

[yellowskinnedwackyman]

Creeper walked out of the shadows, now in a curvier,but still muscular form, a matching bikini top over her new ample bust. "Hey everyone" Her raspy voice greeted hesitantly. No matter what form Creeper seemed to always have a 5 pack a day voice. "I dunno how long this is gonna last,but this is me for a while."

[intothecrush]

So you're a Llama for an hour.

What actions do you take?

continue from

Scream

Scream

Scream

Scream

Bre looks down at her cellphone that sent the magic anon and she just...screams.

"WHY. WHAT BENEFIT DOES ME BEING A LLAMA WHEN I'M STRANDED IN A LAND FILLED WITH GIANT METAL ANIMALS AND DINOSAURS GIVE YOU, PLEASE EXPLAIN"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

As Bre bounced up and down as a llama plush, the bird like saurians she had been hunting once she got out of the cave glared down at the plush.

[icon0scope]

TAG DUMP

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[cpirits]

(( muse -- Aether from Genshin Impact M!A female Aether

Aether had on a thin cloak as they walked around, just praying they'd not run into anyone they knew around. They were having some interesting issues to deal with and they wanted to go to the seaside to deal with it by themselves. Aether was lucky that Paimon had kept her mouth shut, she'd usually be the first to tell others about any issues the Traveler had.

[rosewiltd]

rpc trends i have lived through: a compendium

this is by no means hate to trends ( "trends" in this case being something a large majority of people have participated in at some point, whether they're good or bad - not for me to judge ) bc i am a slave to the aesthetic as much as the next person. i've just been in the trenches, is all.

no promos, no formatting, no icons, no tagging system. we live in the wild west and if you can find someone to write with? godspeed.

small text and that's it for formatting. maybe a little italics for flavour. the beginnings of "omg you're so elitist for this" surfaces.

themes by manatopia ( if you were in the anime rpc ) or octomoosey ( if you favoured the rl fcs ).

simple one-word straightforward tagging system with no fancy text or symbols. ( ie. appearance, musings, closet, etc )

more complex tagging system, with symbols and quotes/lyrics using a generated font the tumblr tagging system can't actually read

one-panel simple promos with full resumes in the description ( ie. 10+ years experience, literate, etc )

2-panel simple promos

3 and 4-panel promos of varying complexity

the signerica font

text promos with icons

big, unedited gifs of varying sizes and colorings used interchangably

smaller gifs, but same as above

no icons

simple icons with simple one-line borders and whatever the fuck that checker texture was that everyone and their grandmother used

triggers? and you tag them???? wild. never heard of. we stumble blindly through content like god intended.

follower milestone/giveaways - essentially your speech at the oscars and here's a little incentive to keep following me. usually for large milestones like 100, 500, 1k, and 3k followers. if you had more than that, you had killed god.

photoshopped replies - as in, we wrote up replies into a graphic

fancy image dividers, usually something small and ornate and centered, the precursor to the dividers we use today.

container themes, with the containers getting progressively smaller. if you didn't use agirlingrey's themes, were you even an rper? quickly followed by container themes with pop-ups. look out. don't forget the floating orbs. or the little banners on the side that told you who the blog was for and the writer's name.

which reminds me, if you weren't using the spark/fire overlay on promos/graphics/etc, you were excommunicated from the rpc and sent to the dungeons.

magic anons. usually of the sexual variety. no, my muse will not be horny for 24 hours straight and they sure won't have an orgasm every time someone says their name, thank you very much. sometimes it was fun though. your muse as a neko? like, nya.

y'all i haven't even gotten past 2015 yet.... the rest is under the cut. feel free to add your own. im sure im forgetting so much.

burn blogs. enough said.

positivity blogs to counteract the burn blogs, but ultimately became a breeding ground for jealousy because the same three people were endlessly complimented. it's the thought that counts though!

memes/sentence starters, but they were made on your own rp blog and if it garnered 20k notes, there was nothing you could do to stop it. rip your activity feed. we learned. boy, did we learn.

prompt/aesthetic sideblogs.

missing e, the predecessor to xkit.

xkit. then new xkit. then xkit rewritten. missing e let us down, but we won't let this fucker die.

url trends im lumping together: latin urls, "of___", urlisms, random 'x's tacked on before and/or after the url or in place of a vowel. 'c's tacked in place of e's and o's. numbers in place of letters. changing your url just for holidays/seasons.

graphics that were either desaturated or so vibrant they were crispy

themes by eternalworks

themes by hyruleshop, isaworks, or other major creators.

the rise of callouts, for better or worse

the rise of purity culture, for better or worse

receipt/callout blogs

purple prose

extra af formatting ( no hate ), coloured text, spacing, etc.

elaborate graphics.

mains. affiliates. people you should be following. the successor of 'follow friday' and milestone 'thank you' announcements.

dni lists, for better or worse.

multimuse blogs

rp sideblogs

the current trend of ripping a canon from their og universe and re-writing them as an oc bc shut up that's why

probably a whole heck of a lot more i cannot remember. i've blocked out the trauma.

[corroded-hellfire]

I don't know if it's a little late to recommend for a holiday/new years fic idea but I would really like these anon submission come into fruition because I would really like to see the entire Hawkins bunch enjoying another gathering (without Brittany) and seeing Luke and Mia being parents

https://www.tumblr.com/corroded-hellfire/759985443911663616/httpswwwtiktokcomtzp81cgmnq-imagine-in-ayw

https://www.tumblr.com/corroded-hellfire/760024477870522368/ironic-since-luke-ends-up-being-the-first-one-to

I would love to receive requests regarding these instances with them as parents! Feel free to drop them by any time. I hope this serves as a nice holiday starter to the story of Luke and Mia as parents… HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉

Words: 2k

Warnings: childbirth, pregnancy, we older in this one folks, becoming grandparents

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Oh, you’ve got a redhead!”

“Is it…is it a boy or a g-girl?” Mia asks between clenched teeth and labored breaths.

The doctor can’t help but chuckle as he works.

“I can’t tell just by the hair,” he says.

Luke rubs over his wife’s hand with his left while she squeezes the life out of his right. Steve stands on the opposite side of the bed, holding Mia’s other hand. From Eddie's vantage point behind his son, it looks like Mia is crushing both her husband’s and her father’s hands like a nut in a nutcracker. 

Both you and Nancy stand behind the working doctor and nurses, off to the side just enough that you have a clear view of your first grandchild being born. The two of you hold hands, watching in awe at the small, but big enough, human that Mia is pushing out of her body. Neither you nor Nancy are strangers to childbirth and all its miracles, but there’s something even more magical when it’s your daughter—or daughter-in-law—who is doing it. 

“You’re doing so well, babe,” Luke encourages, giving a supportive smile despite how exhausted he is. He can’t even imagine how Mia must feel if he’s already worn out. 

“He’s right, Mia,” a nurse says. “Just a little more now.” 

The redhead on the delivery table whines and drops her head back against her pillow, feeling like she has nothing more to give. Hasn’t she already been at this for around five hours? A quick glance at the clock tells her it’s only been forty-five minutes and she lets out an even more frustrated whine. It doesn’t even click in her mind that it’s almost midnight—almost a brand new year. There’s enough going on in the room to keep her mind occupied.

“Alright, we’re going to do one more push now, Mia. Okay? It’s almost over. On the count of three. One, two, three!”

The muscles below the pale skin of Mia’s neck bulge as she grits her teeth and gives the best push that she can manage. 

“That’s it, almost there.”

The hospital room, previously only housing the noises of beeping machinery and encouraging healthcare professionals, is suddenly bombarded with two brand new sounds simultaneously. Cheers and applause sink into the room from out in the halls and the surrounding rooms. But emanating from this particular delivery room itself, the shrill cry of a newborn bursts forth. 

“Congratulations,” the doctor says as he holds the baby up for the new parents to see. “You’ve got yourselves a girl.” 

Pure joy floods the veins of every Munson and Harrington in the room. Endorphins and adrenaline blend in Mia’s head, briefly causing her to think all the happy commotion from outside the room is in celebration of her daughter entering the world. One look at the tiniest human she’s ever seen would be enough of a reason, she thinks. The baby is absolutely perfect. Who would expect anything less from a baby with both Harrington and Munson genes?

A press to the top of her head has Mia looking up to see a beaming Luke gazing down at her. He places another kiss on her sweaty forehead before leaning further down to capture her lips with his own.

“I’m so flippin’ proud of you.”

Despite her exhausted state, Mia giggles at her husband’s praise. Old habits die hard of trying not to curse in front of his mama. 

“I love you,” Luke says softly.

“I love you, too,” Mia replies. 

The newly crowned parents watch as their baby girl is cleaned off, the brand new grandparents all enraptured as well.

“Aw, Mom!” Mia coos when she sees her mother crying—and then her mother-in-law as well. “Aunty!” Your nickname from aunt to mother-in-law was impossible to change after an entire lifetime of Mia referring to you in one way. It might take some explaining to the grandkids in the future, but that’s not a problem for today. 

“Not just the moms, I see.” The amusement in Luke’s voice is evident. 

You, Mia, and Nancy all turn to see Luke clapping a crying Eddie on the shoulder. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say with a chuckle.

Eddie wipes the handful of fallen tears from his face and clears his throat.

“Don’t make me beat you up in front of your daughter,” Eddie says, voice thick with emotion. 

“Ah, he’s not the only one!” Mia can’t figure out if she’s laughing or crying harder once she catches a glimpse of her own father trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes. 

“Gimme a break,” Steve says with a sniffle. “My first granddaughter was just born.”

“Our first grandchild,” you say on behalf of you and Eddie, tears overtaking you once again. 

As the nurses finish cleaning up the baby, you rush over and pull Luke into a hug. Out of all the emotional moments that have happened thus far in this room, this is the one that makes your son tear up. 

“She’s perfect, sweetie.” You pull back and kiss Luke on the cheek before leaning in to embrace Mia as best you can. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie says, words still heavy from emotion. 

Luke grins, leaning in as his dad wraps his arm around him. But, being Luke, he cuts a joke to weasel his way out of a genuine thank you.

“Of what, having sex?” 

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before mussing up his son’s curls, the exact same way he’s done since the hair first sprouted on Luke’s head about thirty years ago.

“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” a nurse asks.

“It’s not gonna hurt, right?” Luke asks, looking to Mia and wrinkling up his nose.

“Not at all,” the nurse assures him.

“Oh boy,” Steve says as his son-in-law is handed the scissors. “Those aren’t safety scissors, be careful.”

Mature man that he is, Luke only shoots Steve a brief death glare before following the nurse’s instructions.

“Yay!” you cheer once the cord is snipped. 

The nurse grabs the blanket to swaddle up the newborn, and as she does so, she can’t help but smile as she watches the six adults hugging one another and sharing tearful smiles. She’s been in far too many delivery rooms where most of the people there couldn’t stand one another; seeing two families become one in this way is one of the more beautiful things the nurse has seen lately. 

“Alright, Mom,” the nurse says as she walks the baby over to the bed. “Would you like to hold your daughter?”

A new set of tears stream down Mia’s face, but she adamantly nods her head and holds out her arms. Gently, the nurse transfers the newest Munson to her mother’s embrace.

“Look at you,” Mia coos. She looks up at Luke who leans down on the bed next to his two redheads. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Just like her mother,” Luke says, happily taking in the sight before him. 

Eddie, you, Steve, and Nancy all stand by in silence as you watch your children hold their firstborn for the first time. It’s surreal to see your son now being a father—but there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’ll be an amazing one. He had a great teacher, after all. 

Carefully, Mia transfers the baby to Luke’s arms and beside you, you can see Eddie’s tears start anew. You join him, though. Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him, just watching Luke hold his first child. Nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful and overwhelming it all is. 

“Look at our granddaughter,” Eddie says softly to you. 

You nod, a smile lighting up your tear-stained face. There’s nothing you can say to make this moment better, so you stay silent and try to absorb as much of it as you can. 

“Do you have a name picked out?” a nurse asks.

Luke nods, never taking his eyes off the small bundle in his arms. Mia is just as enraptured, but she responds.

“This is Isabella Marie Munson.”

Luke looks up at you and Eddie, pride gleaming in his watery blue eyes.

“You think Eliza will like that we gave Isabella her middle name?” he asks.

“Oh, honey,” you say with a chuckle. “She's going to be over the moon.”

“Speaking of that whole gaggle of siblings who are out waiting in the lobby, should I go deliver the good news?” Steve offers. 

It may be New Year’s Eve—or rather, was, but no possible party or other engagement could keep Luke and Mia’s siblings away from this momentous occasion. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of them brought champagne in to celebrate. 

“Yes, go tell them,” Mia says through a sniffle. “But hurry back so you can hold her!”

“Just make sure you pry her from Munson’s arms at some point,” Steve says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point at Eddie. He did need that clarification though, as Eddie, you, Luke, Mia, and Isabella are all Munsons now. 

“Let me at her,” Eddie says, stepping up to Luke as Steve heads out the door. 

Carefully, your son hands Isabella to your husband, and it’s one of the greatest things you’ve ever witnessed in your life. The way Eddie’s arms cradle the newborn, so reminiscent of him holding all your newly born babies. Your husband laughs as he looks down at the little girl. 

“You’re the first Munson-Harrington, huh?” he says. “That’s going to make you a very, very interesting person.”

You giggle and rest your head against Eddie’s shoulder. As you peer down, Isabella tries to open her eyes and take in the people hovering above her. She quickly decides she doesn’t care enough though, and goes back to sleep. 

“Knock, knock,” a nurse says as she pops her head into the room.

“Come in,” Mia says, trying to adjust her position without causing herself any pain.

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” The nurse grins and steps into the room, a large plastic-wrapped gift basket held against her maroon scrubs. The nurse places the basket on the bedside table closest to Mia.

“Little Miss Isabella is Hawkin’s Hospital’s very first baby of 2025,” the nurse says. “In fact, she is the very first baby to be born in all of Indiana in 2025. So, we’d like to present you with this basket of diapers and baby clothes, along with this certificate. And, with your permission, we’d love to take a picture of this new family and share it with all in Indiana.”

Mia is so overcome by everything the nurse says, that she starts crying again. She’s nodding though, letting Luke know that she’s okaying the picture. Both you and Nancy help Mia get settled and wipe any excess sweat or tears from her face. Luke sits down on the bed next to his wife and Eddie hands Isabella to her father. 

Steve steps back into the room just in time to see the photo be snapped. He stands with you, Eddie, and Nancy behind the camera as the nurse takes a few shots. 

“Our granddaughter is already a star,” Eddie tells Steve. 

“Huh?”

Pictures finished, Mia leans over and plucks the certificate out of the gift basket.

“This certificate,” Mia reads, “is to honor Isabella Marie Munson, daughter of Amelia Christine Munson and Luke Alexander Munson, as the very first baby born at Hawkin’s Hospital in the year 2025. Isabella was born at 12:00 am exactly, weighing seven pounds, six ounces.”

“And her favorite grandfather is already Steve,” Steve adds once Mia is finished reading. Everyone in the room chuckles—sans Eddie. 

“Maybe,” Eddie concedes, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But that can change. What won't change though, is that I’ll always be the first grandparent to hold her. I had her in my arms first.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Nancy says. 

Luke leans down and whispers in Isabella’s ear.

“Try to be more like your grandmas than grandpas. Got it?”

Mia giggles and runs the back of her forefingers gently across Isabella’s cheek. 

“Or be like your Daddy, 'cause he’s pretty great,” she says. “But maybe not as mischievous.”

“That reminds me,” Luke says, looking down at his baby with wide eyes. “I have to see if they can give you a vaccine for scurvy.”

[rpdepartment]

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📲 doubles

🌌 canon divergencies

👽 AUs

🌓 crossovers

👬 shipping

💏 the fandom's most popular ship

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✏️ fandomless OCs

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🦴 NSFW threads

💋 sexy sunday / "sinday"

[oceanicflyboy]

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★OOC: Feel free to interact how you want, i don't mind interacting with OC's, doubles, characters from other franchises or even interact with clone's OC's and i also don't mind doing ships depending on what the ship is. This RP account is mostly based around my hcs and AU on this character btw, as you can already see from this acc bio.

That's it for now; Here feel free to check out my other RP accounts;

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[princeofloveandpassion]

Open starter (Magic!Anon edition):

Eros has not been well.

Since his arrival at camp, he has been locked away in the big house for fear of him upsetting other campers. Perhaps in rebellion, or maybe a genuine desire for fresh air, he would come out once a day to sit on the patio and bask in the sun, shooting looks at anyone who stared too long.

But… not today.

Not for a few days. He’s been inside, and hasn’t even come out to eat.

Will you go look for him?

[rainrot4me]

hii i'm the person that asked for dialogue advice! i would send asks with anon off but i can't send asks from side blogs and my main blog is a religious one so that would be a bit awks i think

anyway! i'm here once again to ask for your advice, but i feel like asking for advice and tips gets a bit redundant. i guess it all boils down to: how do you get these ideas and turn them into words so effectively? i know realistically nobody really posts first drafts (and if you do then you are insanely talented and likely have a lot of years of writing under your belt) but my issue is that i don't really know how to improve something from a first draft.

i'm really sorry if this is annoying, you're not here to teach me how to write but i just genuinely don't know how to make my writing better

Don’t even worry about it!! Here’s the best advice I can give:

Honestly, I think a lot of it just comes from writing a lot. I’m constantly drafting, reworking, and experimenting, and over time you start to get a feel for what flows well—both in your own voice and in the character dynamics you’re writing. I almost never post first drafts. The first draft is where I spill the idea out, but it’s messy and usually too close to my head to see clearly, so it’s just various time stamps and plot points that I eventually work the story around later.

To improve it, I reread with a specific goal: sometimes I’m checking for flow, sometimes for character voice, sometimes for emotional payoff. I read my scenes out loud a lot—it helps me catch awkward phrasing or moments that don’t hit quite right. I also pay attention to where I get bored or disconnected, because if I’m losing interest, a reader probably would too. I have a bad habit of reiterating details constantly, so I have to make sure I haven’t told you the same sentence four times within the last two paragraphs.

And honestly? Reading fanfic helps me as much as writing it. When I find something that makes me feel something, I’ll go back and study how the writer pulled it off—pacing, word choice, dialogue balance, whatever. I don’t think there’s one magical moment where it all clicks, but with every piece I finish, I learn something new, even if it’s just what not to do next time. Every fic I post has something better than the last, and I feel like that’s true for every writer. You learn as you go, you don’t just magically have all the talent at one (and even if you feel like you do, you’ll look back at a work you wrote months ago and think “wtf is this??”)

Besides writing fanfiction, I am constantly in my diary, writing reports for work and school, and helping my gen x parents try and write good emails (lol). So I am almost never not working my brain and my fingers on material, so I feel like that aids a lot.

For getting ideas flowing and coming up with new things: Pinterest is amazing! Literally just search up ‘writing ideas’ or ‘story starter prompts’ and thousands of posts dialogue or not will come straight to you. Not ashamed to admit I’ve gotten a good couple of ideas from a pinned post.

Hope this helps!!!! Don’t hesitate to ask advice or any more questions!!