#inspired by fan fiction

[alexcors]

I can't help myself! I fell in love with this interpretation of Raven, a.k.a. Khalb Al Ghul

[hyorinbaek]

"Babe, did I wake you up?"

*If you know, you know*

❤️‍🔥

Yihawwwww!

Here, we have Hinata's favorite warmer in that one scene from @chloelapomme's fanfiction that she wrote for NHMonth2022, Some Type of Love, chapter….just read it! (Like from all chapters why that one scene when he say it really catch my mind?😅). Chloe's work inspire me and I actually have one idea to draw him playing games (you know, doing boyish stuff) and when I read that scene, my head like…. can I draw it? Can I…….?

Ehe. I hope it is okay, even tho it not really authentic with the scene (I forget that he's wearing glasses and using joystick, and just remember it when I'm finishing the drawing, like Hinata also forget about glasses until hahahaha—that’s why the glasses looks weird) and the background might be not really blend well since I'm still practicing to draw stuffs.

Pose reference: Pinterest

Background: ibispaint X materials.

[stangalina]

I want to read a fic where Arthur discovers that Merlin is Emrys, but the conflicting feelings of affection for Merlin and hatred for magic cause him to misunderstand the nature of Emrys' existence.

His brain rationalises the situation in the only way it can, and comes to the understanding that Merlin and Emrys are two separate people living in the same body. That Emrys is living WITHIN Merlin without Merlin's knowledge.

Which, if that were true, would actually be a smart move on the sorcerer's part. Arthur would not, will not, and will NEVER execute Merlin. He's also around Arthur all day everyday, so that means he's close by to get whatever he wants or needs from the king. This only further convinces Arthur that he's correct.

He is not correct, of course. But since he's Arthur, he doesn't communicate what he has "learned" with Merlin. He doesn't want to tell his clearly unaware manservant that he's got an all powerful sorcerer buried in his brain. And he certainly doesn't want to tell anyone else out of fear it'll lead to Merlin's death. So he keeps it to himself, like an idiot, and operates every day under the assumption that Merlin is possessed by the most powerful sorcerer to ever live.

Meanwhile, Merlin is thriving. Sure it had been terrifying for Arthur to first learn about the prophecy via a loose lipped druid on the verge of death, and THEN witness Merlin using his magic in order for the thing that killed the druid to not also kill Arthur, but the reveal had gone over shockingly well all things considered.

He did get a whole week of complete silence from Arthur, followed by a few more days of being stared at in a thoroughly unsettling manner, but after that everything went back to normal. Better than normal, in fact!

It was clear that Arthur was incredibly uncomfortable with his magic, which was understandable. Arthur may be a good man, but his quality of character didn't magically erase the prejudices and experiences that had been hammered into his head over and over since he was a child. The way he seemed to be coping with it was by pretending that nothing had happened at all, which was just fine as far as Merlin was concerned.

Gaius disagreed. But what did Gaius know? Healthy communication? Don't need it.

Merlin didn't use his magic around Arthur on the day to day, even though he could be sure he wouldn't get executed for it anymore. He didn't want to make Arthur uncomfortable, so he went along with the unspoken plan of pretending that nothing had happened. Resuming the exact same routines and behaviours that he'd been doing for years now. Gradually, Arthur relaxed. Well, as much as Arthur Pendragon can relax. And life resumed as normal.

Except for one little detail.

Sometimes, Arthur would call him Emrys. Not all the time, and certainly not when people were around to hear or see. But sometimes.

When he needed help. When he needed magical help.

An enchantment on a courtier, an artifact found buried under a house, a monster wreaking havoc on a town, or a hoard of bandits descending upon the two of them in the woods. A tome, a necklace, a potion, a poison, a cure.

If Arthur called him Merlin, he wanted his manservant. If Arthur called him Emrys, he wanted his sorcerer. It was a neat little system, Merlin thought. A sort of code, just for the two of them.

Of course, this equilibrium can only exist for so long before something slips and shit gets messy. But that's all part of the fun!

[the-bar-sinister]

✨ Write the stories you want to write.

✨ Don't let anyone shame you for the type of stories you write.

✨ Don't let anyone shame you for writing fanfiction, or for writing any other fiction that isn't seen as 'marketable'.

✨ Selling books is not everyone's reason and goal for writing stories.

✨ Write stories because you want to write them.

[halfrican-heat]

Backseat Driver (Ony)

Ony likes when you beg for a ride in his car.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. I am about to start posting these Onyankopon ideas I have in my head. This is the first one. Enjoy!

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Vaginal Fingering, AFAB! Reader (breasts mentioned), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Public Sex, Overstimulation, Choking, Minor Oral Fixation, Minor dacryphilia (crying kink), Explicit depiction of Sex (p in v); Not beta'd, barely proofread (will update as needed later)

Pairing: Onyankopon x Black!Reader

WC: 3k

“Ony, please!”

Your voice comes out breathless and high-pitched as another orgasm courses through you. Ony lifts his head from your drenched cunt, a Cheshire grin on his face. He slides two fingers inside your wetness with ease and chuckles at the way your walls clamp around his digits. 

His car is pulled off into a hidden spot on the side of the road— not easily seen from the highway. He has your bodycon dress bunched up to your waist, the top pulled down to expose your breasts as he finger-fucks you.

Ony takes in your tear-streaked face, the sight going straight to his dick.  

“What’s that, mama?” He teases. “I can’t understand you.”

You whimper as his fingers work in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You was talkin’ all that shit earlier. Distracting daddy from his business, right? Say somethin’ now.”

Your hand shoots to grip his bicep as the other goes for the car door behind you, nails scratching at it helplessly. 

“Daddy, please,” You whine, tears leaking from your eyes. “Let me ride. Need to feel you this time.”

He smirks, shaking his head. 

“I ain’t tryna hear that. Them pretty tears ain't gonna faze me, baby. Say you sorry to daddy for distracting him.”

His fingers shift position, finding that spot deep inside that makes you see stars. A guttural moan rips itself from your throat, sounding like music to Ony’s ears. His fingers work faster, rushing you toward another finish. 

“Wait, daddy! Wait- I’m sorry, daddy,” you cry, running from his punishing fingers

He yanks you back down using his free hand while his thumb starts to circle your overstimulated clit. 

“For what?” Ony demands, his voice low and sexy. 

“F-for distracting you on your business.”

His fingers stop moving entirely and you can’t decide what’s worse— the overstimulation or nothing happening at all. You clench around his fingers helplessly. 

Ony moves his free hand to your neck, forcing your head up so your dazed eyes meet his. 

“And?”

You take a shaky breath, licking your lips. Ony looks delectable, barely breaking a sweat as he tortures you within an inch of your life. His chain glints in the sunlight and the urge to pull into your mouth rolls through you. He tilts his head, looking at you expectantly. You swallow thickly. 

“For sayin’ I could find someone else to fuck me.”

His hand around your throat tightens slightly. His gaze is darker, more dangerous than before. 

“Why?”

You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping you. 

“‘Cause this pussy is yours, daddy.”

“You damn right,” He rasps, releasing your throat. 

You fall backwards slightly and watch with hooded eyes as his hands go to undo his belt. He frees himself from the confines of his jeans, pulling you over him like it’s nothing. His grip on your hips is tight as he holds you over his length, teasing your folds with his fat tip. 

The sound is lewd and wet as Ony gets himself ready for your creamy cunt. Then, without warning, he pulls you down on his length and grins widely at your scream as he impales you. 

Your head swims as you adjust to him, squeezing tightly around his cock. His jaw clenches as he watches your head loll back, overcome with pleasure. Ony grabs your jaw, pulling your head forward. 

Your gaze is unfocused as he slides his fingers in your mouth, rubbing them against your tongue. You taste your previous orgasms on his fingers. Your lips close around his digits, sucking without being told to. 

“That’s my baby,” Ony groans, barely containing himself. 

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, snaking his hand behind your head. He pulls you in for a nasty kiss, his tongue sliding in your mouth easily. He bites your bottom lip as you separate, his eyes lust blown. His free hand finds your ass cheek, smacking hard before squeezing.

“C’mon,” Ony says. “Ride your dick, mama.”

[meidui]

Steve Rogers in Avengers: Endgame (2019)

[writingwithfolklore]

There's only one reason I didn't give up on my manuscript

For those of you that don't know, I recently finished Draft 13 of my manuscript which was a big one because unlike drafts 1-12, I didn't see a huge glaring problem with it.

Someone in my replies said once, "I keep editing until it 'works'..." and I was like, yes exactly that. I can't explain how I know that it isn't 'working' but I know, and I need to keep going until it does.

So long story short, Draft 13 was that draft--where things finally 'worked' and fit together and read like a story. It took 7 years, and it very nearly didn't happen at all.

Around Draft 4 or 5 I got frustrated with all the major problems I kept running into in each draft. I thought it would just never 'work', that the story I wanted to tell was impossible somehow (??) and I put it away for good. I tried writing something else but my confidence was so shot that I could barely get words on the page for fear of suffering another failed manuscript, and I basically stopped writing altogether for like two years.

I had always told my friends and family that they could read my story when it was finished, but because I had given up on it, it was about as finished as it would ever get, so I relented and sent it to my best friend.

And thank god I did.

She loved it. It was unfinished, and in my eyes a total mess, but she saw through the flaws into the story and exactly what I was trying to do, and told me over and over again that I couldn't give up on it. It took a year of nagging encouragement, a whole lot of cheerleading and getting me excited about my own manuscript again, and a boost to my confidence before I tried to pick it back up again.

And you know what? After all that time, I read over it, and it was not as messy as I had thought. Every problem that felt so insurmountable before had suddenly become small, fixable, workable. It wasn't ruined. It wasn't impossible. I went on to Draft 6 to fix it.

And then Draft 7, 8, and 9 when I got some major feedback that led to 10, 11, 12, and now 13.

All because I sent it to a friend that could see the good in everything and was stubborn enough to keep on me about it until I saw it too.

[marlasbreastlump]

👊💣💥🧼👯‍♀️

[theobsidianpage]

Something wicked this way comes...

20 moody writing prompts compiled from William Shakespeare's Macbeth: [I would love for you to tag me if you post any writing pulled from or inspired by this list, so I can read all of your amazing work! <3]

Image: Karl Bryullov, The Last Day of Pompeii (detail), 1830–3.

"Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires."

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er wrought heart and bids it break."

"What's done cannot be undone."

"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it."

"I have no words; My voice is in my sword."

"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece."

"Better to be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy."

"The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love."

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."

"The night is long that never finds the day."

"Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end."

"There is nothing serious in morality."

"Tis safer to be that which we destroy than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy."

"Sometimes when we are labelled, when we are branded, our brand becomes our calling."

"...who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"

"I have supped full with horrors."

"...oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence."

"No, not even fit to live..."

"...I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly."

"Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?"

[pressplay-if]

Other than lead singer, what is mc's role in the band? Are they the "face" of the band? Asking because since Zima is better (think like Maneskin's Damiano) and also a lead singer, wouldn't that make mc unnecessary or even replaceable, in a way?

Nonnie, I thought we went over this! I think I'm just going to refer to Fleetwood Mac from now on, because they're a great example.

But first, Zima isn't better. Zima is different. Zima complements, NOT replaces. MC is very much the face of the band, even though Zima will join them for real eventually.

Okay so. Bands with more than one lead singer work for a reason. Here's four of my favorite songs by the band Fleetwood Mac:

Rhiannon, written and lead vocals by Stevie Nicks. Genuinely one of the most beautiful, mystical songs I know.

Everywhere, written and lead vocals by Christine McVie, a song that's utterly romantic and peaceful and heartfelt without being boring. This is the song that really got me into Fleetwood Mac.

Go Your Own Way, written and lead vocals by Lindsey Buckingham. This is my favorite breakup song, and the way he basically shouts out the chorus is so powerful and wows me everytime.

The Chain, written by and featuring the vocals of ALL FIVE members of the band. Probably their most popular song ever and the one they typically opened live shows with, iirc.

These songs each mean so much to me. I wouldn't want to miss ANY of them. And Stevie Nicks, who is my personal favorite and to this day has TONS of die hard fans, also "only" ever did vocals (aside from occasionally adding tambourine parts). I can't imagine for the life of me anyone disagreeing with Stevie Nicks as a concept. I don't know why some of y'all think singers working together means one or more becomes "expendable".

Music is art, not a production line where you have to add X parts for a finished product.

[archduchessofnowhere]

It's always so funny to me when directors/writers of poorly researched historical dramas get mad when people point out the poor research. "Oh no how dare the people who enjoy actual history to watch the history-based show!" Bestie who did you thought was going to be your audience???

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

chinese guzhuang fashion

[kaitoukye]

Kaito finds a Death Note.

Its dropped outside his school as if its waiting for him, and he picks it up thinking its a silly joke. Maybe he can use it as a prank later? He doesn't use it, doesn't even test it. Its a joke so why should he? He has a KID heist to attend. When he faces off Snake that night his mind briefly flashes to the notebook in his desk. He brushes it off but the thought lingers. If anyone deserves to die its the man who killed his father. (His father is alive but he doesn't know that) That night, tired and exhausted from the heist, he pulls out the notebook and studies the rules more. It still seems ridiculous. With just someone's name and face he could kill them? Was he even that sort of guy? Very elaborate for a prank. He puts it away for the night, but the rules trace the edges of his dreams.

The very next day there's a hostage situation at a daycare, and the notebook is in Kaito's hands even on just a small hope he can do more then gape at the television.

It will just be the one time, he swears. (Later on he'll think Hakuba has caught on that he's killing more and more people, cornering him after school. He expects the bastard to try to arrest him. Instead Saguru shoves a second notebook into his hands with an awkward smile) (Even later, Shinichi will think that the death rate in the area is just a bit too high even for the exaggerated world they live in, and begin an investigation)

[yonderlyporcupine]

My favorite bit of medical whump that I have yet to use in a published fic is the fact that when fluids are administered either under the skin (subcutaneously) on through the blood (intravenously) if they are not at body temp (about 98 degrees Fahrenheit) they register as incredibly cold. Some of you might know this as a lot of you are or have been broke college students and have sold plasma, but even if fluids are at normal room temperature (around 78 degrees Fahrenheit) they feel cold as death in the body and can rapidly lower your core temperature leading to a risk of hypothermia in extreme and usually rare instances. So yeah … use that as you will whump writer 🥰

[the-bar-sinister]

Words on the page are words on the page.

If you have more words on the page when you get up than there were when you sat down, that's a win.

That's a win even if there aren't as many new words on the page as you wanted there to be.

[artificergorgug]

Fics I would like to see based on last episode but don't have capacity to write:

AU fic where Riz is alone in the mirror room with Baron (rather than Adaine shattering the mirror)

Fic exploring what's happening outside o the briefcase (especially focused on Aelwyn trying to get her sister back) (I'm sure we'll get some of this next week but Not Enough)

Gorgug POV breaking through his frightened and charmed conditions because of his intense need to protect his friend

something something that one time Fabian got possessed by the nightmare king in fhjy and how he got possessed by Baron this ep