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[sugar-petals]

if you ever feel awkward leaving a long ao3 comment getting no reply remember that at this point receiving any feedback at all will leave most authors too stunned to speak

[pukefactory]

Can I request more Oliver from Threadville headcanons please?

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. A GARDEN IS A LOVE SONG .* :☆ﾟ.

✿ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Oliver X Reader

✿ Character(s): Oliver (Threadville)

✿ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✿ Image Credits: @SleepyBlueii on X

❀ Oliver is the kind of guy who flusters when you brush dirt off his shirt. You barely graze his chest, and he practically sputters, tugging at his collar like it might let the warmth out. “Shucks, uh, thank ya kindly… I, uhm… I usually just let the wind take care of that, y’know…” His whole face turns the same color as a ripe tomato. But later, once you’re not looking, he sneaks a tiny flower into your pocket—morning glory, his favorite. “For bravery,” he says when you find it. “For touchin’ a muddy ol’ scarecrow like me without batting an eye.”

❀ When Oliver’s having a hard day—like when the worms chewed through his carrots again or Rocky gave him the stink-eye for three hours—he doesn’t tell you he’s sad. He just shows up at your door with his floppy straw hat pulled low and a half-baked rhubarb pie clutched in both hands. “It’s got too much sugar and not enough rhubarb, but… it still made me feel better makin’ it. I… I figured maybe you needed a slice, too.” He sits with you on the porch, legs swinging, watching the sun go down in silence. He never says what hurt, but your presence fixes it.

❀ He’s never really had a crush before. So when he realizes he likes you, really likes you, he reacts like someone told him the barn’s on fire. There’s panic. There’s pacing. There’s him staring into a pail of water whispering, “Oh, Jeepers. I like them.” Veena’s the one who finally corners him. “You’ve been sweeping the same patch of floor for ten minutes, Oliver.” “Shhh!” “Just tell them.” He tells you in the most Oliver way possible—by shyly handing you a bouquet made entirely of bee-friendly flowers and whispering, “Would ya… wanna be… my garden partner? Forever, maybe?”

❀ Oliver doesn’t just want to hold your hand. He wants to earn it. He asks things like, “Would it be alright if I held your hand now, if you’re not too busy?” and “I washed my gloves extra good this morning just in case you needed some help walkin’ through the thorns.” And when you do take his hand? Oh, he stares at it like it’s a rare fruit. Thumb brushing yours, trembling a little—but warm. So very warm. “You’re softer’n a plum,” he mumbles, and turns away so you won’t see his bashful grin.

❀ When you’re sick, Oliver panics like you’re dying. He makes five pots of soup and spills three of them. He fumbles your forehead with dirt-smudged hands until Veena yells at him to use a rag. But he refuses to leave your side. He curls up in a wooden chair next to your bed with his hat over his heart like he’s mourning your cough. “Don’t you go scarin’ me like that again, now. I thought… I thought the bugs had gotten ya. Not the sick bugs. The, uh… puppet ones. The scary ones.”

❀ He tells you the story about his dad under a blanket of stars one night, voice all shaky and eyes far away. “He had a hat just like mine. Mama said I was born with dirt on my hands and a weed in my hair…” You don’t say anything. You just rest your head on his shoulder. Oliver holds you a little tighter. “He’d’a liked you, y’know. Anyone brave enough to love a feller like me is someone worth sittin’ next to in the dark.”

❀ When he plays the piano for you, he always gets nervous and messes up the third chord. Every. Time. He insists it’s the piano’s fault, even though he built it himself. “I-it’s just got character! Just like me! Crooked but honest!” But when you hum along, he glances at you like you just lit up the room. And if you sit next to him while he plays? He stops pretending to be brave. He just lets himself feel—soft, and small, and so very safe. “Thanks for listenin’. I only get this brave when you’re nearby.”

❀ Oliver’s always asking if you’re eating enough. If your shoes fit. If you’re warm. If you’ve seen any wasps recently because he’ll personally go chase them off if he has to. “Y-you matter, okay? Even if you ain’t perfect at math or talk funny or like the weird kind of pie.” He says it like it’s a secret, like it’s something he’s not supposed to know but does anyway. “Just thought… you should know someone’s rootin’ for ya.”

❀ You catch him once—talking to your jacket like it’s you. “Miss ya already,” he murmurs, gently folding it and patting it like it’ll feel his touch. “Wish I could keep ya in my pocket or my hat. But I reckon you’d get dizzy in there.” He jumps when you walk in, face going bright red. “I-I was just, uh—foldin’! Just foldin’ things! Real productive like!” He won’t live it down for a week. But your smile makes the embarrassment worth it.

❀ Oliver doesn’t kiss like the heroes in his favorite romcoms. He doesn’t sweep you off your feet. He just leans in one day while you’re planting tomatoes, hands covered in soil, hair stuck to his cheek, and murmurs, “Could I? Just real quick?” And it’s gentle. Like the way sun catches on dew. Like the softest promise. When he pulls back, his face is pink, and he mutters, “W-wow. I-I’ll write about that one in my journal later.” Then he trips over a rake.

[bl-mitchum]

I can’t watch anything without analyzing it like a piece of literature. I watched Megamind for the first time the other day and I’m now a firm believer that it’s a thesis on the principle of nurture vs nature.

[albatris]

writeblrs where can I buy your published books I wanna go on a Spending Spree soon

[the-enhanced-project]

‎‧₊˚✧ Introduction ✧˚₊‧

Welcome to THE ENHANCED, a personal writing project that is a rewrite of a very, very old story I was working on a long time ago. I will probably never officially publish this, but I still wanted to get it out to the world somehow, so this blog came to be.

(The plot is really old so expect some cliches T-T)

I will be posting chapters (probably in parts) for your enjoyment. I do not have a definite release schedule yet, as I have to actually write it out first, but I will keep you guys updated as much as possible.

My plan right now is to write all of act 1 before I start posting so I can keep a semi-consistent schedule of publication, but that's open to change.

‎‧₊˚✧ About The Author ✧˚₊‧

Hiya!!! I'm Will, a queer, disabled teen author of (mostly) queer disabled characters :) I like to write what I know/can relate to.

You can find my main blog, where I post about the projects I actually plan on publishing, at @write-with-will !

I'm a minor (high school), so be safe when interacting with this blog and my main. I have no qualms against older people following along with this story though, especially since the characters are older. Just don't interact with me in ways a child shouldn't be interacted with and all will be well :).

I’m a boy please pretty please refer to me as such <3

Now that all that is out of the way, onto the story!!!

‎‧₊˚✧ Basic Info ✧˚₊‧

Status - writing!!!

POV - 3rd person

Tense - past

Genre - superhero fiction, urban fantasy

Tropes - found family, team as family, superheroes, superpowers, whump

Other - lgbt rep, poc rep, disability rep (all main characters)

Content warnings - this story includes references to past child abuse, alcohol (the main character works as a bartender), injuries that aren't in a ton of detail, death, past trauma, discrimination, violence, action, and lots and lots of angst

Themes - death, healing, family, platonic relationships, betrayal

‎‧₊˚✧ Synopsis ✧˚₊‧

Anya really, really hates lying to people. Which is weird, considering that when she's not suffering through getting a criminology degree, she has a part time job at the Pacific Northwest chapter of ERGO--an organization that protects and monitors people who were born....different.

The enhanced, they were dubbed, the handful of kids who were born around the world with any kind of 'enhancement'--from being exceptionally strong or fast to having wings. And just like anything new... it wasn't taken very well by the general population.

Anya's newest project should be fairly simple: check out college student Charlie, who they suspect to be enhanced, and to have some unfortunate connections that could be invaluable in the fight for acceptance and safety.

‎‧₊˚✧ Links ✧˚₊‧

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: German Song Edition

Part II

I want an ocean between me and my past (Ich will ein Meer zwischen mir und meiner Vergangenheit) - Ozean, AnnenMayKantereit

And how my heart almost burns with love (Und wie mein Herz vor Liebe fast verglüht) - Lang lebe der Tod, Casper

Sparks in the air between us (Funken in der Luft zwischen uns) - 230409, Casper

All the fears so far away, far away for you (All die Ängste so weit weg, weit weg für dich) - Was uns high macht, Provinz

Believe me I've tried (but maybe not enough) (Glaub mir ich habs versucht (aber vielleicht nicht gut genug)) - Der Rest meines Lebens, Kummer

We were born to live (Wir waren geboren um zu leben) - Geboren um zu leben, Unheilig

Completely weightless (Völlig schwerelos) - Major Tom, Peter Schilling

Fighting the storm, into the blue (Gegen den Sturm, am Abgrund entlang) - Monsun, Tokio Hotel

All was good and nothing hurt (Alles war sch��n und nichts hat weh getan) - Alles war schön und nichts tat weh, Casper

The end is already long written (Das Ende ist schon lang geschrieben) - Symphonie, Silbermond

Use these lyrics as your next title and tell me about your favourite song in your native language!

[freesia-writes]

A regularly-scheduled reminder, shared with the utmost warmth and love, that the best way to support writers and artists on Tumblr is the reblog function. 🥰

Add comments in the reblog or not. Add tags or not. Any reblog, empty or full, is appreciated and the most appreciated way to encourage us as we work to create lovely stuff for you to enjoy! ❤️

[writeblrfantasy]

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I am a professional beta reader and queer indie author and i would be happy to help you :)

for $1/1000 words, i usually do same day delivery! the gig has an allotment time of longer in case of emergencies, obviously, but same day delivery is my average.

my feedback includes things like characterization, plot progression, pacing, more, and any other custom questions the client might have!

cost of living is expensive asf yall. and indie books dont exactly sell in the thousands. book me! i would love nothing more than to help this community <3

[pukefactory]

After the latest Welcome Home update and the character development we received for Julie, I’ve felt a strong urge to write something about her—and this is the result of some frantic typing, haha! I really enjoyed working on this and have an idea to possibly turn it into a multi-chapter x-reader fanfiction, but I’ll only move forward with that if there’s enough interest. Feel free to let me know if you’d be interested. In the meantime, enjoy this little piece featuring our favorite monster.

-COMET

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱ BABY, WHY DO YOU LOOK SO SCARED? ⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

❀ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Julie Joyful Who Slowly Becomes Obsessed With The Reader

❀ Character(s): Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

❀ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

❀ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

❀ Image Credits: @Partycoffin

✿ At first, it’s cute. She’s bouncing up to your doorstep every morning with a bright grin and a new game idea. “Wake up, Silly! The flowers said your face needs fresh air! I brought dice and lemon tarts and a spoon! Now we just need a blindfold!” You play along—how could you not? But over time, her visits start earlier. Then earlier. One day, you find her waiting outside your window before the sky has turned blue, waving and tapping her paw against the glass like a metronome. “Couldn’t sleep! I thought of a game! I call it Twilight Breakfast Tag!” She doesn’t blink.

✿ She gives you gifts. Lots of them. Handmade, glitter-caked, often vaguely resembling you. A sock puppet named after you. A spaghetti drawing of your house. A flower crown woven from plants you never planted. “The garden told me your dreams last night were blue. So I made you this! It’s a BLUE-DREAM BONNET!” You smile, say thank you. But later, you notice some petals in the crown are from Frank’s private garden—and he never lets anyone pick from there. “Don’t worry,” she says, when you ask. “Frank doesn’t mind! He just doesn’t know yet!”

✿ Julie always loved making up new games. But lately, the rules have been getting strange. You’re “It” now. Forever. No one else can be “It.” Even when you stop playing. Even when you’re tired. Even when you’re crying. “Oopsie daisy! You can’t quit! You’re the STAR of the show! If you don’t play, the Neighborhood goes dark!” Her smile twitches at the corners. She’s still cheerful. Too cheerful. But her eyes don’t sparkle the same way anymore.

✿ You used to hang out with Frank. With Eddie. With Wally. Now? Every time you try, Julie just… appears. She plops between you and Frank with an exaggerated huff. “Awwwwww, Frankie! You’re not keeping my favorite neighbor to yourself, are you?” Then she throws her arms around you and laughs so loud it drowns out anything Frank tries to say. “I’m just sooooooo jealous! We never play anymore! Let’s fix that! RIGHT NOW!” Her grip doesn’t loosen, even when you pull away.

✿ You tell her you’re busy one day. That you need time alone. Julie goes quiet for the first time. Her head tilts just a bit too far. “…Alone? Without me?” A beat. Then she smiles. “Well, that’s just silly! You can’t spell ‘JULIE’ without ‘U’!” That night, when you get home, your bed’s been made. Your fridge is full of peanut butter and honey sandwiches. There’s a flower tucked in your pillowcase. You never gave her a key.

✿ The neighbors whisper now. You hear Sally mutter something about “Julie being Julie again.” Frank’s been quieter, distracted. He asks if everything’s alright. You lie. But Julie’s not blind. The next time you try to talk to someone alone, she drags you off mid-conversation. “This is OUR Special Time! We can’t let the others get in the way of our bond!” Then she smiles so wide you swear her cheeks might split. “They’re just jealous! They don’t understand the RULES of this game!”

✿ Julie starts wearing pieces of your clothing. “You left this at my house!” she says, even when you know you never visited. “Smells like YOU! So warm and comfy and YOU!” She twirls around in your shirt, giggling like it’s the punchline of the world’s best joke. Later, you notice a cup missing. Then another shirt. Then your spare toothbrush. Julie’s room starts looking eerily familiar. You ask about it, and she says, “Well of COURSE I’m building a YOU corner! Every queen needs her co-star!”

✿ One day you find your name scribbled on the pavement outside your house. Over and over. Hearts around it. Smileys. “Julie + You = Forever!” in bold sidewalk chalk looping endlessly around your front steps. It wraps around the base of your home. Up the mailbox. Even over the windows. “It’s a Surprise Sidewalk Spectacle!” Julie sings, arms flung wide. “I wanted to see your smile first thing in the morning!” But her eyes don’t match her voice. They’re desperate.

✿ She starts talking to your reflection. You catch her giggling into the mirror in your hallway. “Oh! You’re such a card! We’re so perfect together! Aren’t we? Aren’t we?” She’s holding one of your shirts, petting it like it’s alive. You freeze. Julie sees you, but doesn’t flinch. “Shhh. Don’t interrupt! You were telling me all your secret secrets!” Her expression turns serious and her tone flattens. “And you said you’d never leave me.”

✿ The last straw is when you try to go. She catches you at the edge of the Neighborhood. Breathless. Still smiling. “You can’t leave yet! The game’s not over! Don’t you remember? You’re It!” You run. You don’t get far. The trees around the place are strange. Too twisty. Too bright. The sky doesn’t move right. Julie’s voice echoes everywhere. “Come back, come back, come back! I’m sorry, just—!” Then silence. When you open your door the next morning, she’s sitting on your porch. Covered in glitter and dirt. Cradling a piece of your torn clothing, whispering to herself “I’ll give them everything they want. I don’t understand why they keep running. Am I not enough?...” You had never heard her voice drop so low. Now you know that all her blunder, all her cheer, it’s just a facade and the Julie Joyful who was sitting in front of your house, back turned, was the real deal.

[notthatblondie]

I may seem calm and nice but I've always had this fantasy to beat the shit out of someone with cool song playing in the background

[anactualinsomniac]

How To Write A Swordfight/Fencing Scene✨

by someone who has experience, practicing Olympic fencing

Everyone has a different fighting style. Pick three adjectives that fit and make their actions reflect them.

When your character is fighting someone, you can add depth by making those adjectives contrast each other: offensive, swift, and tactical vs. defensive, patient, and reactive.

If these two characters are similar in styles, force the decided victor to adapt in order to win.

And unless your MC's opponent is less experienced, the same approach for each fight will not work.

Have your character/s play it safe until they can get a grasp on the other's style, strengths, and weaknesses.

This can result in them by making a plan, or adjusting the mix of aggressiveness and passiveness.

Adapting and showing 'battle intelligence' is a good show of a characters' experience.

An experienced character will have a strong concept of distance. This means they know how much they need move to land an attack.

Someone who has never picked up a sword will not win their very first fight. Everyone has a 'flinch response'. This can take weeks, if not months to disable.

They will also not have the speed or reaction time. Most experienced fencers have reaction time of around a quarter to half of a second.

Performing dodges, ducks, jumps, or anything similar should be for characters on the more experienced side.

Spinning is no-no.

Make your character take a step back every time they parry or block, unless they are certain they have the upper hand. If so, make them step forward.

Consider your characters' size, strength, and flexibility.

If there is a height difference, the smaller one will be harder to hit but have an easier time avoiding attacks while the taller will be easier to hit but has a longer reach.

If a character has way greater strength than the other, they can simply force their ways through parries and blocks.

Or in fencing, the character can flick their point from above or around their opponents swords.

Or if they're more flexible, they can use their wrist/s to manipulate their opponent's blade and create an opening.

In fencing, flexibility is also used for ease in lunging.

In the perspective of a character who wears a mask while fighting, the material in their vision will seem to vanish when they get into a fight.

[jgc-comeundermybridge]

I love creating a character then just letting them loose in my story with no plans. Fuck up my plot! Make me adapt everything around your unplanned existence!

[realm-of-tas]

[venusbyline]

https://www.tumblr.com/venusbyline/774477955142418432/your-writing-where-jace-literally-rapes-the-reader

why its so hard to accept that some people simple like this kind of content? We condam this behaviour irl. people are more angry at us that real rapist lol

Well, today someone called me a pedophile in a comment (which was deleted by the account itself) sent in a specific and very short hc/scenario, where Aemond's a high school teacher.

And that made me think... I love writing on Tumblr, but something that really pisses me off is the puritanism of certain people. Like... they don't know how to simply block the ficwriters accounts who write about themes or couples/characters they don't like.

On AO3, almost all readers really respect the "Don't like, don't read" rule. There are even fics about Alicent x Aegon II, Alicent x Aemond, Rhaenyra x Jacaerys, Aegon II x Jaehaera... and I rarely see comments calling the authors pedophiles, rapists or anything like that.

So something that stresses me out here's those anons urgency trying to make authors feel bad for something THEY chose to read, even though they already knew the trigger warnings.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: German Song Edition

Part I

Without a lighthouse, alone at sea (Ohne Leuchtturm, allein in ′nem Meer) - Alaska, Casper

And if you kiss me (Und wenn du mich küsst) - Songs für Liam, Kraftklub

Just those few perfect seconds (Nur diese paar perfekten Sekunden) - 1,40m, Prinz Pi feat. Philipp Dittberner

If you love me, stay with me now and wait (Wenn du mich liebst, bleib jetzt bei mir und warte) - TNT, Casper

I don't have a home, I only have you (Hab′ keine Heimat, ich hab' nur dich) - Oft gefragt, AnnenMayKantereit

And I'll buy you the world (Und ich kauf dir die Welt) - Du wirst schon sehen, Provinz feat. Disarstar

Please remember me kindly (Bitte denk an mich im Guten) - Transparent, Dota Kehr und die Stadtpiraten

And I want it to stay like this forever (Und ich will, dass es für immer so bleibt) - Vielleicht, vielleicht, AnnenMayKantereit

This is not goodbye, because I was never welcome (Dies ist kein Abschied, denn ich war nie willkommen) - Im Aschregen, Casper

But all will be well (Aber alles wird gut) - Der letzte Song, Kummer

There are better German artists out there than Germans would like you to believe. So check some of them out! And tell me about your favourite German artist/song!

[whowrotethenote]

Hey bitchesss! Welcome to my blog! 

This blog is 18+

This is a side blog. Sadly, I cannot follow anyone back from here. My notifications are always on and I follow the #x black reader & #blackfanfiction tags.

Name // Call me LaLa

Age // twentyfive years young

From // Jersey!

Fav Song // The Real Her by Drake ft Lil Wayne & Andre 3000

Fav Shows // I am a Jersey Shore enthusiast lol. It takes up like 40% of my personality. Peak television. We will never see another like it. Love Island s6 came very close (love them down) // Game of Thrones (ending was absolutely terrible. If you disagree let’s argue, message me!!) // Law & Order // The Walking Dead s1 - s8 // Sex and the City // The Game // Snowfall

Fav Artists // Drake // J Cole // Mary J Blige // Lana Del Rey // Miguel // Usher // Kanye West // Kehlani // Neyo

Fav Movies // Mean Girls // This Is Where I Leave You // Pretty Woman // ATL // Freaky Friday

Fav Books // Seven Days In June by Tia Williams // Butterfly Series by Ashley Antoinette // Babel by RF Kuang // LegendBorn by Tracy Deonn // If We Were Villains by ML Rio

Fav Food // If I didn’t care about my back, I’d eat pizza and pasta everyday for the rest of my life…No pork on my fork!

Fav Drinks // Cosmopolitan or apple martini - makes me feel like I’m on Sex and the City lol

Gender // If its not obvious yet, I’m just a girl ۶ৎ

Sign // I am not really into astrology but I proudly carry librat bimbo energy

Things I’ve Been Obsessed With Lately // The gym - specifically  leg day // gossip girl // thriller novels - anything by Riley Sager or Tiffany D Jackson // Sad Girl by Lana Del Rey // being single // fall fashion // vintage Roberto Cavalli // cherry red // rom coms and chick flicks that came out before 2012 // Certified Lover Boy album // night drives even though I’m fucking blind // my Nikon camera // 3d flowers on nails // leather // sped up songs

Things That Make My Ass Itch // Donald Trump // going to work // alarm clocks // men who obviously hate women // Jordans // male centered women // unprovoked movie sequels or remakes

Okay enough about me!

I’m making this blog mainly to share all of my writing. I am running out of space in my head and I don’t think my art should only live there. Even if they only touch or resonate with 1 person then that’s fine with me.

I play all day long so pls do not take anything I say on here too seriously. 

Please be nice! This blog is not a place for ongoing negativity or bullying (except racists and the sexually abusive. We can talk shit about them all day). Everyone is going through something, so just be kind. It’s one thing to joke and disagree but please respect boundaries and I’ll do the same. Thanks in advance babes ᥫ᭡

Sidebar // I am a mood writer. I do not stick to any schedule. I write with passion so if I’m not feeling it—I’m not writing it. Plain and simple. I also have a very demanding job (corporate) that takes up all of my energy. I work out. I have a social life, etc, etc. All this means updates won’t always come in a timely fashion or even when I say so. Shit happens. I’ll try my best to be transparent and keep y’all up to date—but once again, shit happens. Please do not bombard my inbox with questions about updating a story especially if I never see you in my comments, likes or nothing. It’s cool every once in a while. I am a reader too and I get it lol. Sometimes we fiend for that update. But I am doing this for free lol so pls be patient and understanding.

I do not own the rights to any pictures/media posted on this blog. Credit to their respective owners.

With that I will leave you with my favorite quote:

“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.”  - George Addair 

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