#lost writing motivation

[ganondoodle]

Sonia redesign + Zelda (ancient)

she is the one to seal ganondorf in an intentionally cruel way to take revenge for him killing rauru

she also had a daughter from a previous marriage that she named Zelda after an ancient legend from long forgotten times; while she technically had both time and light powers, she could only take ahold of one (struggeling to grasp a certain power you are pressured to awaken reference ;) ) which is time, it was not the one she was supposed to manifest as her status was always associated with light, in her younger years she was often looked down upon but despite that later proved to be a capable leader

shortly after her first marriage was ended rauru and the rest of the remaining sonau (engl zonai) came from the underground to warn the folks living on the surface from a great evil that was told about in ancient texts they had found while mining desperately for the stones they had grown reliant on for survival

this warning later evolves into the plan to seal ganondorf away before he could even become a threat, through all those discussion and planning sonia and rauru grew closer and eventually married; the plan was to be executed in secret to give ganondorf no time to even consider to reveal what demon they believed he really was, but the secret got out and ganondorf enacted a counterattack in the form of stealing one of the enigma stones in order to put pressure on the hyrulian kingdom, but he gets betrayed by the gerudo that will be their sage in the last confrontation, however in the time that the gerudo sage takes to warn sonia and mobilize to save rauru ganondorf has already confronted him and though he did not plan to kill him he does so, more on accident really, as rauru did not listen to a single word he said but instead acted erratic like a helpless man trapped in a cage with a hungry bear, essentially starting a fight of life and death

when sonia arrives at the scene it is already to late; thanks to the enigma stone ganondorf can escape her grief-striken rage but sonia is out for revenge and sees him killing rauru as proof of the warnings of old, she wages war and at the end seals ganondorf in a cruel cage between life and death, even at the cost of her own life

her daughter, having witnessed it all, grows up bitter and determined to make hyrule a kingdom that will never fall again

(totk rewritten project)

[narsh-poptarts]

mods are asleep post comics from 3 years ago i never finished and probably never will

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

———

It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[levia-chan]

I had such a funny thought running through my head. I know that it has already been written about, but I will post this post anyway.

Just imagine: The MC were sitting doing something in the living room, the brothers were there too, in general, everyone was doing their own thing.

And at some point, the MC are like, "Hmm, I'm all numb. It is necessary to stretch out" and begin to crunch the limbs, the back. They get a kick out of it, but there was a deathly silence in the living room.

After a few seconds, the brothers are in a panic, because, oh my devil, man, did you just break your back?!? And hands with a neck?!?!?! What should we do?!??! You're going to die!!!

MC would probably be sitting with such a face "🤨", and Solomon would be laughing somewhere in the corner of the room at the ignorance of the brothers.

[ashtavula]

Can I place an order for Azul, Trey and Lilia with a s/o like Luffy from One Piece? :)

I admit that I've never actually seen One Piece, so I wrote this based entirely off of skimming his wiki page ^^;

Azul, Trey, and Lilia with a Luffy s/o

Azul:

-Azul runs a cafe, and you're a foodie. It's a match made in heaven. You always get to taste test Azul's latest ideas for menu items, and you can even give him some ideas of your own. Though, this does also lead to you having to try far too many of Jade's mushroom based creations.

-Azul does tend to hole himself up in his office, and he initially didn't like the fact that you'd drag him out for seemingly no reason. However, he quickly grows to love these impromptu dates. Azul admires your curiosity and eagerness to explore, since he tends to be the opposite. And at the end of the day, once you've worn yourself out, Azul is more than happy to snuggle with you while you sleepily plan another adventure.

Trey:

-Trey would never admit this, but his favorite thing about you is how cute you look when you eat the sweets he's made. You just look so happy, and he loves being the source of your joy. And when you accidentally get a bit of frosting on the corner of your mouth, Trey is more than happy to wipe it off for you.

-You have a strong sense of justice, and while Trey appreciates your morals, he does wish you'd stop arguing with Riddle. Yes, the rules are nonsensical, but you can't yell at Riddle for collaring Ace for the second time that week. If it's any consolation, Trey is an excellent listener, and he's content to let you lean against his chest while you grumble about the latest injustice you've faced.

Lilia:

-You love food, but even Lilia's cooking is a bit much for you to stomach. Still, you always choke it down, because you know that he cooks for you because he loves you. Unfortunately, Lilia simply sees this as a reason to head into the kitchen more often. You might want to find a way to distract him so he doesn't whip up more culinary works of horror.

-Lilia enjoys how adventurous you are. It reminds him of when he went traveling around the world when he was younger. He sometimes daydreams about taking you to other countries, and it makes him smile to imagine how happy you'd be immersed in a foreign bazaar or eating a dish you've never heard of before. Maybe Silver could come too, and make it a proper family vacation.

[wingsandfeather]

[macabre-tales-for-morbid-musers]

The Lost Boys & What Lonelines Does

Anyone who's been an outcast knows the very common fantasy of "another group of outcast who are so cool approch you to join them."

It's why found family is such a popular troupe, everyone wants to belong but not everyone finds it easy. The Lost Boys capture this perfectly.

Michael himself is set up as a classic lonely kid. He's the new kid in town with a brother who's a lot younger than he is. He sees a pretty girl and tries to get to know her, latching on the second she starts to show interest, and then he meets David.

David as a character has this allure too him that even when watching, knowing he was clearly a dangerous person, I could understand why Michael desperately wants his approval. He's cool. He has a pack of friends. He does reckless stuff and people stay away. But most importantly he *wants* Michael to join them. He and the other boys aren't just letting Michael hang around, they're calling his name and encouraging him to be apart of the group.

For Michael, a place to belong is a trap too sweet to resist. And he only really breaks away when Star confesses she was supposed to kill him.

For any writer looking for a motive for their young slasher, I would suggesting keeping loneliness and the desire to belong in mind.

Start slow, and let the lengths your character is willing to go for approval to grow. It makes for a super relatable motive and it made The Lost Boys a really great movie.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Since this is currently my most active blog with some followers, just wanted to say a few things:

It's so incredibly depressing to see tumblr sellout to the whole AI shit and try to pacify users by the opt-out toggle option when it mostly likely won't do jack shit. Tumblr has been doing shitty things for awhile now, but out of all old social media it was a last shabby bastion for various weirdos, including a fandom weirdo like me.

I'm just an old silly hobbyist artist who badly draws fanart of old cartoons, but even the idea that my stuff will help train AI to be better to stealing desirable art of actual artists, whose work is their livelyhood is fucking maddening. Opting out won't help (Sources say data is already available to companies). Deleting stuff won't help (tumblr have access to deleted blogs and reblogs put your stuff in reach too). Using Nightshade and Glaze is not a viable option for me (my old laptop's specks is not up to support those programs, and I'm too afraid to try and accidently fry it and than all my shit would be lost) and even those doesn't solve the problems of all of my old stuff across like 7 sideblogs+my old tumblr account's 2 blogs.

Of course, maybe all hope is not lost for tumblr. There may be solutions and decisions later down the line. But for now I probably won't be posting any new stuff for a bit while I decide if I want to stay on tumblr and be complicit in feeding the insidious and insatiable AI machines.

And as alternatives, I created new account for bluesky, and consider pillowfort and cohost to share my random silly art. Even dusted out my old tapas and newgrounds accounts, and consider webtoons and comicfury to post and archive my few comics. Hopefully I will share links in my pinned post when I set whatever I decide up, even if all of it is so exhausting and depressing.

And hey, if you read this so far - just a reminder:

Opt out on that 'share with third parties' toggle like explained here! - it may do jack shit, but its better than nothing.

Write a polite disagreeing feedback to staff like suggested on this post. - remember not all staff had a hand in this, so no need to be rude, but make sure to have your voice be heard.

Use Nightshade and Glaze to poison your art - if you are an artist and are able to do it unlike me. It may not be sure proof way to stop/kill AI, but it sure shows that artists will fight back.

Use ArtShield - an online lowtech alternative to Nightshade & Glaze, puts a stamp/watermark on your art, invisible to humans but supposedly makes AI think its unsuitable to train on. (edit)

And please, take a moment for yourself. Because it fucking sucks.

So, I'm gonna go take a step back and burrow into some hole and cry for all of those who AI fucks over. I won't be gone forever, but for now I'm too frustrated and dissapointed to do anything.

and ALSO just to be fucking clear

🇺🇦 I STAND WITH UKRAINE 🇺🇦

🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

🚫 AI CREATIONS ARE NOT ART🚫

fuck you shitty side tumblr I wish you all a fucking hammer car explosion

[taegularities]

🤍🫂🌹

[elizabarnes]

sometimes i have little thoughts of ted secretly being a little shit behind that precious smile of his

he could be recording a chuckle sandwich podcast, talking about something absolutely silly but he knows in the back of his mind, your sitting in the room away from the camera, hot and bothered and desperate after he edged you 3 times, his thick fingers nearly bringing you to that edge over and over again.

"aw, sorry, doll, i gotta get on for the video now. you can be a good angel, right? just sit and wait for me, okay? then maybe i'll eat you out and make you cum on my tongue."

Very very true thought

Ted it the type of person to edge you while a grin is plastered on his face because he’s just that amused. And he would think about how you whined before he left the room to go to his office-

[v-via-a]

You two deserved so much more.

You two deserved so much better.

You two still should have each other.

[hyngyureads]

king of death (a lmh x reader one short )

synopsis: the king of deaths, Lee Minho grants you a wish. You can have anything in the world but what happens when you ask to be by his side for the rest of eternity.

warnings: nothing (i guess?)

a/n: this is my first fic , feedback is appreciated. also english isnt my first language sorry for grammatical errors. I wrote this while burning with fever pardon me if it doesn't make much sense.

genre: angst , unrequited love (?)

Crash, blazing light, an ache in my ribs from the fall, that's all I remember. I open my eyes perplexed as I look around to find that i am in a dark forest, I had an accident on a highway what am I doing here? As my eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounds me I see his figure approaching. Black eyes which are darker than the darkest hour of the new moon, I could get lost in them. Hell I wish I could get a chance to get lost in it. Brown hair so luscious oh! dear lord! what I would give to be the wind teasing it. I have never felt this way about anyone, as corny as it sounds just a look from him has me bewitched perhaps this is what the poets talk about. He crouches down near me and takes my hand flashbacks of my life and the accident plays through my mind. Then I see my body lying cold and lifeless in some hospital. He slowly wipes the tear and I realise I am crying. "y/n", he speaks softly "It's okay you are here with me now." His words have an almost magical effect in calming me I have never felt more reassured like I could die right now and I would still be fine well I guess I am already dead.

"I am Lee Minho, the king of deaths. When you die, you get one wish - a death wish. What is it that you desire, tell me sweet one and I shall fulfill your wish.", he says.

"umm I don't know what I want", I reply. When I was alive my only wish was to die, my life was an unbearable hell.

" Usually people wish for things like wealth and happiness for loved ones, or to be remembered fondly."

"I don't have anyone to remember me, I had no family or friends I was close with."

"It's alright if you don't have an answer right now but make up your mind soon, your soul can only leave for afterlife and attain peace once I fulfill your wish, otherwise you will be stuck in this weird void between life and death for eternity."

I try to think of something that I want but all I can think about is him, the king of deaths. The way he is holding my hands. He smells so sweet like burnt wood and flowers.

"I want to be with you.", I say surprised with my own confidence.

He scratches his head, "What do you mean?"

"My wish, it's to be with you"

"I am afraid that is not possible, don't get me wrong I saw your life when I held your hands you are a wonderful person who had a challenging life but I am the king of deaths, I don't have the liberty to fall in love."

"Then I have no other wishes."

"Just ask me anything else, you can't stay here in this void it's isolating. It's maddening. Your memories will fade. Trust me it's very painful. You deserve better sweet one."

His voice is full of earnest care. He is still holding my hands.

"If it's so bad why are you here?"

"I had no choice sweet one"

"If you had a choice would you leave this place?"

"In a heartbeat yes, to see all these people dying everyday. To experience all that grief, all those unfulfilled dreams, those unkept promises, it's so exhausting."

I can hear the pain in his voice and it hurts me I think I would do anything, fight everyone for him to stop hurting.

"I wish that you were free from here."

"Ah sweet one again I can't grant you that wish. If I did you will have to take my place and I don't want that for you."

"Then I have no wish. I will simply just be here by your side for eternity."

[logicallyblind]

bruce and jason’s relationship dynamic is so, so important to me while simultaneously makes me want to tear out my hair with my bare hands and scream into a pillow oh my god-

[k-yujin]

read the tags !! // officially quit

[wingsandfeather]

I gave you millions of chances to fix yourself

I gave you millions of chances to change your attitude

I gave you millions of chances to respect me

I gave you millions of chances to be thoughtful

I gave you millions of chances to stop lying

I gave you millions of chances

But you chose to believe that you've got me for granted & to never change your toxic traits

Sorry buddy, this is not what I deserve

You don't own me

Nobody does

I don't accept less than I deserve

Your money, fancy cars, houses, family name or else can't bring me back

You lost your shot

You lost me forever

- K 🕊️

[tomato-ace]

hey, you! yes you! *grabs you by the shoulders* during super star spectacle karen literally dies and hikari's response to that is to bawl her eyes out and be confused about karen's feelings towards her only to then describe THOSE EXACT SAME FEELINGS FROM HER SIDE TOWARD KAREN BUT WITH DIFFERENT WORDS AND THEN- AND THEN SHE'S LIKE "I'll send you another letter, okay?" (read: I'll give you fuel again) and I'll be waiting for you (on this stage)" LIKE WHAT THE HEL-