#something I'm writing

[frostedlemonwriter]

A thing I am writing

The teenager always reveled in the enchanting woods that surrounded Kumano, even the walk back. As she strolled past the flourishing farms, she marveled at the vast expanse of emerald rice fields on one side, while the other side showcased an array of millet and barley—the staple of her diet. An earthy scent of dirty water and mud, heavy from the crops, flavored the air. She passed by hardworking men, women, and children, their faces shielded from the sun’s glare by oversized straw hats, which gave a bit of respite for their shoulders and necks. The rhythmic sound of hand sickles, or kamas, sliced through the crops filled her ears. Their curved blades reaped the harvest before autumn. Sat on the dry ground, large woven baskets held the bounty of rice, barley, and millet, ready for storage and sell.

A group of energetic youngsters, the Myoga kids, comprised two boys and two girls of varying ages, skipped past. Their laughter filled the air. Among them, the youngest child, just independent enough to explore without constant supervision, held a basket woven from reeds. An enormous smile danced on her face. As they passed by, a tiny gray-and-white kitten peered out from the basket, emitted a soft meow that caught the attention of Kyu. With a warm smile, Kyu exchanged a few words with the children before they continued their journey along the dusty road that led to their wood and bamboo hut, where their family’s reputation for cultivating the finest ginger was well-known.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[lazylittledragon]

made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[pookiesatoru]

✰ . . . minors do not interact !

gojo and you fucking in missionary makes him dangerously sensitive as it is because he feels so much love as he looks down at you. how pretty you look, how a layer of sweats coats your skin. how your hair is a mess after multiple rounds. how you’re reaching out and grabbing at any part of his body for some form of stability while he fucks your cunt. he can see how you two are a mess where you both join, splatters of your wetness and white sticky remnants of his from previous rounds. you look so stunning. so so so beautiful.

he’s on the verge of cumming every second when you fuck missionary. he adores how he can see you flutter your eyes open and look so fucked out but still gaze at him with love. he gets even more sensitive the second you run your fingers through his undercut. he's groaning, hips faltering as he visibly shivers. feeling the pads of your fingers against his undercut is one thing but feeling your nails against them? that's another. three more thrusts and he's got his balls flushed against you, letting them drain, emptying them right into you.

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022

[eddiestommy]

wait so apparently some people get mad if someone else writes fanfiction based on headcanons they shared on tumblr??? so now i got to ask

[naydralikessoup]

jojo's bizarre adventure is a life altering series if you're susceptible to the brainrot pathogen. if you're not i'm sure it's kinda whatever but if you are. you get enrolled in a secret jojo club and you lose the ability to fully speak your mind outside of it. you realize a tantalizing desire to sightsee in italy, but know that you must never, ever set foot there, else you'll risk annoying everyone around you with the constant pointing out of familiar locations. you cannot go to an aquarium without thinking, "jotaro kujo would love this." when you take a drink of water that's especially refreshing, you think of okuyasu, in tonio's restaurant, where he cried the sleeplessness out of his eyes, and wish you could do the same. and like a zombie, you attempt to spread the disease to others, the people you love most. you say to them, with a sly smile, "hey, there's this anime i think you would like," and if they're not sick of hearing about it, on the off chance they decide to try it, and like it, you'll rejoice at having another person share your curse. now you're both ruined, swapping looks and pointing out things "you just thought were cool." you have matching cherry earrings. your music taste is better than it's ever been.

[impala-dreamer]

Fanfiction is not "Eww... fanfiction".

Fanfiction is comfort after a long day. Fanfiction is hope when things aren't going so well. Fanfiction is exploring your emotions and sexuality in a safe place. Fanfiction is reaching out into a universe to discover things you never knew before. Fanfiction is discovering things about yourself that you were unsure of. Fanfiction is going on adventures. Fanfiction is walking when maybe you cannot. Fanfiction is standing up for yourself when it's hard to do in real life. Fanfiction is having the family you never had, the friends you always wanted, the love and affection you deserve. Fanfiction is letting out your frustrations and anger in a safe place. Fanfiction helps people. Readers and Writers alike.

Fanfiction is not "lesser writing".

Fanfiction is 100k stories about two dudes in a shiny black car. Fanfiction is 47 chapter epic tales about dragons and magic. Fanfiction is short stories that evoke such emotions that leave you crying for hours. Fanfiction is incredible prose that lingers in your mind for years to come.

Fanfiction is not shameful. It is not worthless. It is not just some silly thing kids do.

Fanfiction is beautiful art and no one can take that away from you. If they try, just write them into your next story and beat the hell out of them.

[bulbagarden]

cool patrat facts:

[ofswordsandpens]

thinking about a world in which RR actually committed to the path he set Percy on in hoo (wherein Percy has become jaded, angry, and resentful at the gods for breaking their sworn promises, is frequently sympathizing with Luke, is getting more and more powerful, and frequently losing himself to wrath) and instead of the subsequent Percy Jackson books being about getting recommendation letters, we could have gotten a trilogy exploring a fallen hero arc for Percy (that would ultimately have a positive resolution to it.)

[spacedace]

Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:

I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these 🤣

[takami-takami]

You're torturing him.

Waltzing around Keigo's apartment without so much as a modest slip to cover your upper half. Plopping down on his stuffy couch that is beginning to hold your scent, swirled into his own like syrup. Fanning yourself with a limp hand.

Hot. Shirtless. Topless in his own home.

You made Keigo like this. You make him stir and ruin him in turn, like a fucking dog; well-trained, indulgent, starved.

You're engrossed in some supplementary book in your palms, the pages fluttering from the breeze of the fan that whirrs beside you. Or maybe you're listening to that show that's been bleating in the background on TV for who knows how long— fuck if Keigo is paying attention. That damned television screen is useless, except maybe to serve as something to latch his wandering eyes onto.

Keigo always did have impeccable peripheral vision.

The breadth and plush of your chest, unmarked, tortures him. Your skin is unbearably bare and kissable and biteable and it aches in Keigo how stupidly casual you are about the whole ordeal; like you don't even know how much he craves to plop a morsel in his mouth and kiss and suck to his heart's content.

But you do know, don't you? You know perfectly well how Keigo's knee bounces, eyeing the movement out the corner of your eye with a smile at the corner of your lips. You see how he chews the edge of his thumb, resisting the urge to push the appendage past his slick lips.

"What," you tease, stretching your arms up and over your head, fingers interlaced like a cage. Keigo gulps. "It's so hot."

You don't mind if I...?

No— I mean yes, please, God, yes, keep your shirt off— but he really should ask you to put it back on. Internally, Keigo is slamming his head into a proverbial wall, cursing himself for not getting his AC fixed sooner because he's never home anyways.

Funny how things always work both in his favor and against it.

Keigo's wings are wax and your body is the sun and he's melting, melting at the sight of you. Just let Icarus fall already, into your arms—

"Idiot," you roll your eyes. "If you want to touch so bad, you know you could just ask."

Keigo falls.

[wrongspacetime]

The Fall of the House of Usher 1.08 | The Raven (2023)

[nikoisme]

The constant temptation and promise of everything and nothing in the odyssey. The sirens promise odysseus to know, and the lotus eaters promise him to forget. He could be an immortal, and he could be a beggar. Be known, and be a stranger. He could be alive, and he could be dead. He could be odysseus, and he could be nobody. And the man of many ways tries to be a little bit of everything.

[gay-impressionist]

france is burning.

667 people were arrested last night. they are curfews in place. public transport is partially closed at night.

nahel, a 17-year-old, was shot tuesday by the police during a traffic stop. he wasn't violent or armed, he wasn't a threat. but he broke the law and tried to drive away, so the cops killed him.

and now france is rioting.

there is a video so the government isn't trying to deny the facts for once. but the minister of the interior (in charge of the police) still insist that the police shot less people since the 2017 law on public safety.

but an analysis of police statistics by Le Monde, the most read newspaper in france, says otherwise. when the police shot on average 250 people each year in the five years prior to 2017, that number became 297 after 2017. for shots fired specifically on moving vehicles, the average used to be 119 and it's now 150. before 2017, there was an average of 0.06 deaths per shot. now it's 0.32.

more than ever, the police shoots to kill.

so france is burning.