#Yay Writing

[corwynnasmith]

Random writing prompt I want to read:

Fire hazard siblings Zuko and Azula getting along and Zuko has One Brain Cell and Azula has Two but they have to work together to overthrow their father because neither of them wants the other one to die.

KEY POINT: Neither of them have talked about it and neither is willing to admit either of them wants to overthrow their father so they just keep strategically "messing up" and being weirdly cool with the other one also fucking up constantly. Outsider POVs don't know what to think lmfao

[god-of-dust]

Tag game

Thanks for tagging me, @my-cabbages-gorl!!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (unless you’re like me and write enough run on sentences to where you can’t possibly tag that many people for words).

from the still untitled fic i'm writing for the zukaang bingo, you get this fantastically ominous three-word sentence:

This is war.

No pressure tagging: @okamirayne, @richardcampbellganseytheiiird, @likealittleheartbeat and anyone else who wants to join the fun ✨

[magicalcreeks]

Currently dying from allergies and I’m borderline delirious but something clicked in my brain last week and I’ve been working on a timkon fic that I can’t get out of my head.

This is the first fic I’ve written in like 4-5 years and my writing is rusty.

It’s still in progress and it’s unedited and raw. Enjoy! :D

[unknown title goes here]

“Should I look up?” Tim’s grip on his knees is so tight that he can feel crescent marks permeating through the denim.

“Just look at me.” Kon breathes, his cyan eyes are unmoving and calculated— Whenever he concentrates, his lips part like a flower petal blossoming in spring. Tim has seen this look plenty of times during meetings or missions; never has he been on the receiving end.

It was exhilarating.

Without thinking, the Super places his knee in the narrow space between Tim’s thighs. They have been close before, tied up multiple times, and sometimes caught by one another when falling from the sky. But this— this felt more intimate, “You’re gonna look so hot, Robbie.”

Once again, Tim feels a soft touch on the side of his jaw to keep his head steady. Kon’s TTK always felt like an inviting hug, a protective sensation.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

AMOW Winter Whumperland

@amonthofwhump Day 9: Unwanted Gift

(got a bit carried away with what was supposed to be a short piece. Chances are, I won't write more, but anyone who likes the concept is invited to continue the storyline lol)

Hero tapped their fingers on the table in an anxious rhythm. Vigilante was due over for lunch any minute now, and as usual, they didn't know whether to look forward to or dread her visit.

True, their agendas were aligned as far as crimestopping was concerned, but their methods… not so much. Vigilante was fun, but unpredictable, and outright bloodthirsty when it came to justice. Hero had never been bold enough to confront her more chaotic methods, no matter how much they wanted to.

Still, she was more or less a friend, and one of the few people they could actually talk to about their chosen occupation. And it was fun to have joint complaint sessions about their shared nemesis, Villain, though it was apparently his quiet season. Maybe he'd taken to hibernating all winter, like some kind of woodland creature.

Adding to their anxieties, last time they'd spoken with Vigilante, she'd slyly mentioned having a surprise for Hero. Considering the last present she'd left them was a roomful of unconscious criminals (a gift Hero had accepted with the grace of a cat owner who'd found a dead lizard on the porch), Hero was a little… uncertain about their stance on this.

A knock pulled them to their feet with a light sigh. They opened the door to reveal Vigilante, a smile on her face and a huge crate sitting on a dolly behind her. Hero raised both eyebrows, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment to compose themselves.

"Vigilante. Uh, wow. That's, uh, that's a bit more than I expected."

She laughed, tugging on the handle of the dolly to pull the package inside after her. Whatever it was, it looked like it weighed a lot. "Duh, wouldn't be a surprise if you expected it."

She hung her hat and coat, kicked off snow-covered boots, then wheeled the thing into the carpeted living room, where it took up most of the free space. 

Hero clicked their tongue. "So… you want some lunch, or..?"

"Are you kidding? I wanna see you open this up first."

Hero nodded, putting on a smile that felt more like a grimace. They always felt so awkward opening up gifts in front of people, nevermind a gift that was so unexpected. It was more than a little nerve wracking. What would be inside? Knowing Vigilante, it could be anything from a lifetime supply of biscotti, to a live tiger, (to a dead criminal...)

Hero shook off the thought with a shudder. She wouldn't. She wouldn't go that far, at least… at least not in front of them. Right?

Vigilante nudged them. "Come onnn, crack it open! I wanna see the look on your face."

Hero let out a nervous laugh. "Okay." They reached for the crate. It had latches running down the side, so that it would swing open like a refrigerator once they were removed. At least they wouldn't have to bring out a crowbar.

They undid the first latch. Something inside the crate moved.

Hero took a hasty step back, casting a glance at Vigilante. 

"What the–"

"Just open it! Don't freak out, okay? I promise it's safe."

Sure it was. Taking a breath to steady themselves, Hero moved back to the box, undoing the remaining latches one by one, their stomach doing backflips as they slowly, slowly, pulled the door open to reveal…

"Villain?" they murmured, momentarily frozen in place. 

It was him alright. Curled into a tight ball, his hands shielding his face, his body shaking. Hero took it in. The bruised flesh, the lack of warm clothing, the fear they could practically feel coming off of him.

"Vigilante– this, it's… no. This isn't—" Hero stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Do you like it?" Vigilante was unfazed. Maybe she took Hero's shock as something good. They'd been surprised all right. 

"Vigilante–"

"You don't have to worry about him bugging you anymore," she said brightly. "Watch." She snapped her fingers, and Villain flinched, then slowly uncurled himself and crawled out of the crate, pushing himself into a kneeling position, head bent.

Hero couldn't move, could only watch, horrified, as their once-proud enemy trembled before them.

"You… you trained him?"

"Surprise!" Her cheer was undampened. How could she be so okay with this? Had it been her who'd left all those bruises and half-healed wounds?

Villain's hair had grown long, shaggy strands obscuring his face. Hero took a cautious step forward, and instantly regretted it as the new angle gave them a good view of Villain's back, split open by dozens of whip marks. Their hand flew to their mouth. They were going to be sick.

"What did you do?" they said, barely past a whisper.

"You don't like it." Vigilante sounded disappointed.

"I don't— I— you hurt him. This isn't… I can't stand for this kind of torture." They tore their eyes away from Villain, who didn't seem to be reacting at all to the situation.

Vigilante had a pouty expression on her face, completely oblivious to the gravity of all of this. "Not even if it's Villain? Come on, you hate him. I thought this would make you happy."

Hero shook their head. "No. No, I wanted to stop Villain. I-I wanted him to be caught. To face justice."

"That's what I did. I caught him. I delivered–"

"This isn't justice."

She fell silent for a moment, looked up at them with puppydog eyes. "I did this for you, Hero," she said quietly.

I never asked you to, Hero wanted to say, but what would happen if they rejected her misguided gift? Would she take him back? Kill him? No matter what Villain had done, Hero couldn't sentence him to torture, to death.

So they swallowed down the words, nodding. "Okay. Just… just give me some time, okay? We'll talk about this later, I-I just need to think."

Vigilante nodded back, and they could see tears forming in her eyes. She'd truly believed they would like it. They tried to quell the barrage of mixed emotions within them as they saw her to the door, pushed down every questioning thought as they walked back to Villain, who still hadn't moved.

How long had it been since they'd last seen him? Five months? Six? How much of that time had he spent a captive?

Hero knelt in front of him, caution at the forefront of their mind, but more out of habit than any real sense of danger. They had no doubt they could easily overpower the beaten figure in front of them if the need arose.

"Um, hey," they said, eliciting no response from Villain. How far gone was he? They tried again.

"Look at me," they said, trying to make the command soft, non-threatening. Villain took a quiet, shuddering breath, then raised his head to meet their eyes.

His face was partially obscured by dark hair, but Hero could see bruising on his cheekbone, his jaw. His eyes were sharp with fear, and Hero felt like he was searching them. Looking for intent.

"I'm not going to hurt you," they said. "You, uh… I'm sorry this happened. I never intended–"

With a sudden cry, Villain lunged forward, knocking Hero onto their back. Hero threw up an arm, ready to defend against a blow, but Villain was already stumbling away.

He wasn't attacking. He was running. 

Hero pushed themselves up as their nemesis reached the front door, fumbling at the handle with shaking fingers before throwing it open and running outside.

After a moment's consideration, Hero ran after him. They couldn't just let him go, but more than that, he was barefoot and barely clothed, and it was snowing.

It didn't take long to catch up. When he looked back to see Hero in pursuit, he put on another burst of short-lived speed that left him collapsed in the road.

Hero knelt down to help him up, and was met by several weak blows.

"Don't. Please, just…" Villain barely got out a few words before the sentence dissolved into sobs.

Hero scooped him into their arms, his body shaking violently against the cold. No matter how big a pain in the ass Villain was, they'd never wanted to see him like this. But like it or not, here he was.

They couldn't hand him over to law enforcement. They couldn't give him back to Vigilante. Hell, they didn't even know if he had any friends who would take him in. They were all he had.

They carried him through their still-open front door, set him on the couch, and piled on a few blankets. It was several minutes before Villain's sobs began to quiet, and Hero took that time to put soup on the stove and boil water for tea.

It was obvious Villain didn't trust them. Why would he? He'd probably try to run again as soon as he had the chance. He'd need an eye kept on him, and a lot of patience to go with it. 

Vigilante hadn't been wrong. This was certainly a surprise. A difficult one, but Hero was willing to work with it. To wait, to hope for the best.

To help their enemy heal.

[nanuk-the-bat]

No, I haven’t drawn anything in days. But I do have over 6k of the fluffiest self- indulgent Darling smut I could word vomit. Gotta get the other 2-3k out before I can go back to doodling.

[theartofliving-with-poetry]

Sodden eyes, sodden hair, sodden lips of despair.

No more looks on awakening.

No more head upon your chest.

Just a clouded mind, lined with distress.

Sodden looks, sodden smiles, sodden truths that last a while.

Agony of the soul.

Empress of my heart.

Livid, listless, lushes art.

Flowers are planted.

Slowly in bloom.

Only a whisper,

Silence that looms and words that crept.

Too close to take a breath.

A painted smile, a modest touch.

The warmth in a rosy blush.

Words spoken softly like honey dew, a slow slough to the blue of the moon.

Sodden cheeks, a sodden tongue, a taste so bitter, the air stuck in her lungs.

~AH

[bkbubble]

[freyfall]

just dropped a SBI superhero au ficlet, would appreciate some reads :)

[p-tchaikovsky]

Y’all. I just wrote for the first time in MONTHS. It was absolutely exhilarating. The chapter basically wrote itself it’s like second fucking nature. I’m so happy y’all ❤️❤️❤️ my little heart is going to explode.

If you haven’t go and read my fanfic I’m finally updating again!!

[sillylittleauthorman]

Hey Gang, just wanted to establish some boundaries before I begin my writing experience on here.

What I will write:

NSFW (with limits) 🌹, Fluff 🩷, Angst 🖤, MxM, FxF, MxF, (I’ll do whatever), X reader

Writing boundaries:

No non-con, nothing icky (piss, blood, feet, etc.), no minor/adult, no minor/minor NSFW, no minor/reader NSFW. Don’t be an asswipe.

❤️💙Fandoms I will write for💙❤️:

ASTV, Demon Slayer, Good Omens, My Hero Academia, ATLA, LOK, MCU, Stranger Things

Please note these are subject to change

🚫Fandoms I will NOT write for🚫:

DSMP, QSMP, Real people, any KPop (it’s just not my thing)

These are also subject to change.

[wizard0rbs]

when the academic article is so good it has you giggling and kicking your feet

[corwynnasmith]

Writing prompt I want to read:

Fantasy adventure following a small animal who is gifted sentience and their quest to get rid of it.

Bonus points if they gather friends along the way and are hounded by an omniscient narrator trying to get them to follow a hero's quest line instead.

[god-of-dust]

my entry for the "silk" prompt of the zukaang bingo is here! enjoy some juicy angst <3

Rating: M

Words: 1,630

Read on AO3

The way Aang felt with Zuko that night, along with all the other nights that followed and the ones he desperately wished for, brought him solace that he could easily, too easily, drown in.

[firedragon1321]

[aj-the-satyr]

Trinket

Borvath waved a hand at the amulet that lay on the table before them. It seemed so small, so insignificant, yet it was a key to something much larger than they had planned. “This complicates things.”

“Simplifies them too.” said Kokora

Borvath frowned. “Explain.”

“We have a focus. Also a start. Apparently your Father likes to work with criminals.”

Borvath sighed. “I wish that came as more of a shock than it did.”

“Nobody gets that rich that quickly without crossing some lines.” Kokora picked up the amulet. “Shin sure didn’t like that your father had this.”

“No,” rumbled Borvath as he stood. “He did not.”

Kokora held the amulet close to his face. “Not even his sigil either.”

“It appears the cult that birthed your union is haphazard at best.” Borvath looked around the room. “Are we sure this inn is safe?”

Kokora grinned as best he could. “Nothing we get involved with is safe. Sorry I tried to magically blast your dad.”

Borvath nodded. “Accepted. Mom wasn’t happy.”

“Not at all.” Kokora whistled, watching his friend cross the room to the window. “Something wrong?”

“This,” Borvath gestured vaguely around. “All of this. It feels off.”

Kokora tilted his head. “Off?”

“Yes. I can’t put any better words to the feeling.” Borvath peered out of the window. “This started off and hasn’t gotten any better.”

“You did swear when you spotted your brother back in Frangstadt.”

“I did. Our client was four hours late and then he showed up.”

“Could be a coincidence, big guy. Our lives are weird nowadays. Sometimes I miss the wrestling troupe.”

A wistful look crossed the minotaur’s face briefly. “Me too. I often wonder if I am merely making similar mistakes over and over again with my path through life.”

“Now you are letting your Father get to you.” snapped Kokora. “Moping won’t save your sister.”

“A sister I knew nothing of.” Borvath clenched a fist and closed his eyes. “I’ve been away far too long.”

Kokora made his way over to his friend and rested a hand on his back. He wanted to give Borvath’s shoulder a squeeze but that would have required a ladder. “We’ll save her. Upend this cult nonsense too. The Bird and The Bull are on the case.”

[sunlitsparks]

After lots of procrastination, YouTube videos, and getting sidetracked playing Project '06, I have written a whole page and a half. It may not sound like a lot but it's more than last time.