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[scriptwriters-network]

Creative Writing Challenge – April

This MONTHLY challenge is for those who want to work on writing new ideas and who would like to maintain a continuous creativity flow with your writing.

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[urfriendlywriter]

birthday prompts for loversss !

(feel free to usee<3 tag mee!! inspired by my b'day haha. plot twist is i am single :))

staying up to wish them at midnight

you bring them a cake, singing hbd, but all their attention is on you.

hugs you, tearing up, breaking down because nobody has done this for them ever

intimate b'day celebrations like it's just you and them and every whisper of hbd and well wishes are so comforting <3

cupcake b'day celebrations!

them hugging u from behind as they watch u make a wish

"what did u wish for?" u ask as a soft murmur and they say, "you. to never let u go."

i celebrated my bestie's b'day and she said to me,

^ "thank u for loving me every year and making me feel like i am being loved by someone,"

^ "knowing that, that someone is you, is what matters." (i won in LIFEE)

"how's my favorite b'day girl/boy doing?" :))

maybe it's their first time having their b'day being celebrated, :(

and all they can do is bury their face into ur neck and cry. the cake abandoned for a moment until they gain composure.

when they write u letters on ur b'day,

or give u thought-out gifts.

wiping cake from the corners of their lips

or alternatively just kissing it away, making them fluster. (uhm.. didn't happen on my bday, who's lyINGG-)

a quiet whisper of happy birthday,

tight hugs and lingering kisses throughout the day, and just feeling loved by the other person. feeling their emotions of gratitude to have u in their life!

telling them or writing to them, "It's your [age] birthday, and so [age] reasons why I love you." (eg: 20th, 19th and so on)

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I thought about the Yuuniverse earlier today.

In a world where every Yuu comes together in their own little pocket dimension, there has most definitely been a party held for all the Yuu's that have been irreparably damaged in some way by the boys and have had to flee to the pocket dimension permanently.

What I'm getting at is all the Yuus have each other's back in the form of a twst boy themed anti-Blitzo party.

God I love the Yuuniverse

Imagine if some of the boys enter it and see potential future kids

Or the aus where Yuus their sibling

Would ruin them me thinks

Or maybe it's their birthday and they cant find Yuu but end up finding them in a small pocket dimension kinda pretending they're with their family idk...

[bluebellhairpin]

if i dont write something tonight i'm going to start chewing holes in my wall.

[almoststedytimetravel]

After Mitsuru loses her father she shuts herself away from the rest of S.E.E.S, Ken Amada tries to get her to come out of her room.

[hannamoon143]

Idk what to write😀

[purple--queen]

Bruce watching the press conference on his cute little island drinking a margarita* and shaking his head judgmental.

[zokimaga]

The clock strikes 12am and all my little ideas born in my brain

[parttimetimetravellermaybe]

Update I was able to write some thoschei!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very short but I wrote it !!!! Yayyyyyy

On one hand I want to write thoschei on the other hand I have no idea what I would even write

[renearatman]

girl dinner *starts shredding the raw flesh of my former friend with my bare hands

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Tysfm for your writing!!!!!!

Possible promt idead for chubby servant × knight:

Them both working a gala and stealing glances, eyeing each other all night long only to sneak away for a rendezvous in the halls. (Masked ball perhaps bc what's sexier than a bit of mystery and intrigue) Maybe they nearly get caught, but the knight knows a secret tunnel entrance where they engage in a bit more risqué behavior. 👀🫦

It's not as smutty as you would like but hopefully you still enjoy 💕

The king has decided to hold a ball for the princess’ birthday. The preparations are vast, taking days to do. You are tasked with making the cake for her birthday, along with the star baker of the town. He is a kind, round man, with a jolly smile. He wants to make several tiers for the cake, each one with a unique spice in the batter. He tossed flour at you once, to make you laugh, but you were left feeling annoyed.

On the day of the party, you are frosting the cake. The mixture is new to you: fine sugar with butter and eggs. You had never used eggs before, but it makes the frosting richer.

Adam arrives as you busy yourself with decorations.

“Hello, my lady.”

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“Are we not past the formalities yet?” He picks at the scraps, takes a finger to lick some spare frosting from the bowl you have discarded. “This is quite delicious. What did you put in it?”

“Just the ingredients the baker told me. Oh, and some chamomile tea.”

“Chamomile?”

You glance at him.

“Have you never had it, sir?”

“No, I have, but never on a cake.” He smiles at you. “I am excited to try the entire cake later.”

You return his smile softly, going back to your work.

“Will you be at the ball?” he asks. You shrug.

“I do not believe they will ask me to serve food. I shall probably stay in the kitchen, to prepare and clean.”

“You should be dancing in a fine dress,” he says, playing with the strings of your apron. “You would be the star of the party.”

“I don’t think you would like that, sir.” He sighs.

“You are right. I don’t think I would.” His nose brushes your ear. “I wish to have you to myself.”

“I must finish my work, sir.” He huffs, pressing a kiss to your neck before you pull away.

“I hope to see you tonight.”

As luck would have it, one of the other servants falls ill, so you take her place at the ball. You are merely there to serve the visiting nobles food, to fill glasses with wine, to cut cake.

It is loud here. The orchestra is boisterous, and the nobles are laughing, chittering away about useless matters.

You wish you could have stayed in the kitchen.

“You are here,” Adam says, coming in to your vision.

“Yes, it would seem so.” His smile is wide.

“I am delighted to see you.”

He looks handsome tonight, in finer clothes than you have ever seen him, his hair neat. Perhaps he brushed it.

“Sir Adam!” the princess calls, trotting over in her lovely dress, her movements slack from wine. She hangs on his arm, and you feel an ache in your chest that you only felt when you learned that your previous partner had died.

“Cut me a slice,” the princess orders to you, turning to him. “Sir Adam, you simply must dance with me tonight.”

“I do not dance, my lady.” She pouts as you place the cake on a plate, grabbing a fork.

“But Sir Adam, it is my birthday. Will you not give me the gift of a dance?”

“There are many fine gentlemen here who would kill to dance with you, princess.”

She stomps her foot like a child, taking the cake from you when you hand it to her.

“Tis not fair. I deserve a dance from who I pick.”

“Tis many a nobleman who would dance with you, princess. You have your pick.”

A man approaches the table, and you pick up the knife to slice another piece.

“My lady,” he takes a bow towards you, “may I have this dance?”

Your eyes widen.

“I…” You glance at the princess and Adam. “I… I am sorry, sir, but I… I am merely a servant, and—”

“Do your people not dance with the help?” he asks, glancing at the princess. She straightens, looking more royal and less like a child.

“We do, my lord.” She glares at you. “Dance with him.”

You stutter.

“M-My lady, I should not—”

“I order you to dance with him.”

A chill runs along your spine. You swallow hard, nodding slow. You move around the table to the man, take his outstretched hand. He smiles at you, leading you to the floor.

He is kind, courteous. His hand does not linger past your waist, and he spins you delicately. He asks of you, your name, what section you work for. He speaks gentle words in your ear, asking if you have the evening free, if you could meet him in his room—

A large hand finds his shoulder. The two of you look up at Adam, who seems to be restraining himself.

“May I cut in?”

The nobleman looks between the two of you.

“If the lady accepts.”

He looks back at you with a smirk, thinking you will deny Adam and choose him instead.

His dismay when you quickly take Adam’s hand is palpable.

He guides you away from the noble, spinning you around the room.

“I did not think you danced, good sir.”

“I will always make an exception for you, my lady.”

He lifts you, as the other men do with their partners, making you giggle with the rest of the ladies, before setting you down. You catch a peek at the princess, who is glaring at the two of you from across the room. A part of you fears that look, but right now you feel as though you are floating. You decide to savor it while you can.

“Come,” he whispers, taking your hand and pulling you. “I must speak to you in private.”

You know what he is truly after.

When he has you in the dark halls, he kisses you so fervently that you worry you will collapse.

“Adam,” you whisper when he attacks your neck. “Please, sir. You have lost yourself.”

“I have not lost a thing, my lady.” You giggle, gasping when he latches on with his teeth.

“You looked as though you were going to challenge the noble man to a duel,” you tease.

“He would have died if I had challenged him.”

“You did not deny it, sir.”

He slows, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.

“I do not like seeing you with other men.”

“You are covetous, sir.”

“Perhaps so.” He palms you over your clothes. “Is it wrong that I desire you to be only mine?”

You think for a moment.

“No. Although, I am not yours yet.”

“I shall have to change that.”

You begin to ask him what he means when you hear footsteps. You grab him quickly, moving to a torch post on the wall. You pull it, and the wall moves, revealing a passage.

“What is—”

You shush him and pull him in, shutting the wall behind you, hearing it clunk into place. You stay still, waiting.

“Sir Adam!” you hear beyond the wall. “Sir Adam, where have you gone to? Did you go somewhere with that wench? Please, good sir, I need someone to escort me back to my room!”

You hear footsteps move past the door, fading into the distance. You let out the breath you were holding, leaning against the stone wall.

“What is this place?” he whispers.

“Tis a secret hall, for the servants, so that we do not disturb the royals.”

He hums. You feel his hands reach for you in the dark.

“You need to return to the party, sir.”

“I do not wish to.”

“The princess will punish you for leaving so early.”

“Then I shall face her punishment.”

You sigh, feeling along the wall.

“We must leave these tunnels before we are discovered. I do not wish to face the princess's wrath tonight."

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Behold... tsum Finn

I drew him during Maths and now all my moots must experience him

For some reason I don't get notifs for ur asks hollow, Tumblr hates u

Also he

[danikamariewrites]

can i please request azriel x reader who is a brilliant inventor, she is groundbreakingly smart and she comes up with solutions quicker than anyone. She is very known and well-respected for her quick mind through all the courts and lords and courts try to recruit her for reader to be in their courts. She invents the best inventions like:

- a magical mirror that allows users to glimpse other courts and realms during the annual Starfall event, providing a unique and enchanting view of the world beyond their own.

- Enchanted gemstones that can regulate temperature and create pleasant, cool microclimates within Summer Court, making the sweltering summer season more bearable.

- Quills imbued with the magic of the Night Court, which write in a language only decipherable by those who have undergone the Night Court’s trials, ensuring secret communication.

- Cloaks made from enchanted materials that can protect wearers from various magical and physical threats in the dangerous world of Prythian.

- Mechanical attachments for Illyrian warriors that temporarily enhance their flying abilities, allowing for greater maneuverability and speed during aerial combat.

she makes personal devices for the ic aswell. like gauntlets to help enhance hand-to-hand combat or magical swords, and so on❤️❤️ i’m a woman in stem so this is just amazing idead fr

Inventor 

Azriel x reader

A/n: omg anon ur brain is insane, like this is such a good idea!

Warnings: none

Walking in the house Azriel heard you humming from work room. He smiled to himself as he framed the door open. You were sat at your desk working on your latest invention.

Azriel loved your brain. It is a vast, endless sea of ideas and knowledge. Each creation a new unique wave flowing from you. You grew up on the continent and attended a school that encouraged creativity. Once you moved to the Night Court you made a name for yourself.

Every court wanted you to solve their problems or help create something for agriculture or to consult on new medical technology. And of course you’d help. You’d never want anyone to suffer. Once you told Azriel that inventing things to help people, big or small, made you unbelievably happy.

Azriel walked up behind you placing a kiss on the back of your head. You turn to face him and Az jumps, not expecting your giant magnified eyes. Removing your goggles you smile up at your mate. “Hi babe, how was your day?”

“It was good. What are you working?” He asks looking down at what you are currently tinkering on. “Oh, it’s a small light for Nesta. It can attach to her book so she can read in bed without bother Cassian.” You said with a giggle. Azriel rolled his eyes at his brothers childish complaints.

“If this one works I’m going to make ones for Gwyn and Em too. This is the third prototype, I can’t seem to get the button right so fingers crossed it works.” You pick up the small light and click the button.

The small, but bright light illuminates your work space. Your lips break out into a wide grin. As you hold up the light Azriel smiles at you. “That’s amazing my love! Excellent job, Nesta is going to love it.”

Turning it off you set the book light down. “I’m going to get a box for this, will you fly me to the House of Wind so I can give it to Nes?” “Of course love. I’ll wait here for you.” You kissed his cheek and hurried out of your work room.

He looked around in awe of everything hanging or on shelves in the room. Azriel always prided himself on knowing what was knew or what you made improvements on. It was a fun game for him.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you tugged him out of the room. Your excitement to deliver something so small to your friend infectious.

[quetzalpapalotl]

What are your thoughts on jro allegedly saying trepan took Megatrons words and he can't write? Ive seen some people talking about it and tbh? I don't get it.

Well, Trepan taking away Megatron's words so he couldn't write any more texts that could get the population to revolt was the plan. But it didn't work. Here is that scene:

We can see how certainly does some damage to Megatron's vocabulary. But I don't think this supports the idea that Megatron became incapable of writing. Trepan himself says he has barely scratched the surface before he's interrupted, he is still capable of speech, so even if he lost some words he can probably still relearn them or find another way of saying what he means (bc this certainly didn't erase any of his anti-establishment beliefs). Like, Megatron is portrayed by JRo as someone who is pretty eloquent, there's nothing anywhere that indicates he struggles to communicate.

If you mean that Megatron is physically incapable of writing, I think that doesn't make any sense. Again not all his words were taken and he's still capable of talking, which really doesn't serve the purposes of the state as he can still communicate dangerous messages. Even if he couldn't write, he can still do recordings or dictate to other people that can write for him, but that wouldn't take away his authorship of those texts. And I mean, he can read, idk how cybertronians brains work, but it seems weird that he would be able to read but couldn0t learn to write. You'd think such a thing would come up, especially in regards to his captainship, with Magnus explicitly saying that Megatron read all his reports unlike Rodimus.

Note that JRo has a tweet where he says Megatron has terrible handwriting and that "Noted, with thanks" is the only thing he would bother to write neatly. But I want to make my argument based on the text and Magnus used the word "say" here which doesn't necessarily imply a written word. But Megatron has definitively authored things after the Messatine incident with Trepan, like poetry

And you may think, hey this is all way further in the timeline. Maybe he got someone to unfuck his brain despite his fear of mnemosurgery, he did have Lobe working for him. And yeah, except, Trepan was not the end of his political writing. Like let's think for a moment, Towards Peace is basically the Decepticon manifetso and one of the most prominent aspects of Decepticon ideology is the belief in Cybertronian supremacy over organic races. Like, that's a very very very important thing in the plot. I would think it unlikely that Towards peace doesn't include any anto-organic sentiment. In fact, when Optimus makes Megatron read a speech where he renounces Decepticonism (that would then get attached to the newer editions of Towards Peace) so that Cons all over the galaxy will calm down, what he specifically focuses on is this idea of mechanical superiority

And we never see what miner!Megatron thought of organics, so you could say he had a negative opinion of them even then, but I still don't think "kill all aliens" would be a position that Megatron would earnestly get behing. And anyway we do have this explicit quote from Towards Peace

This is just not something a pre-Trepan Megatron who did not want to use violence and did not want to be a leader would write. And I don't know why I bother with any of this when we actually do have explicit confirmation that Towards Peace includes stuff written after the Messatine years. Because they literally say so on the first page of issue #34. The same issue that shows Trepan trying to get rid of Megatron's words

So yeah, Megatron can write. He kept doing it after Trepan. Anything else contradicts the text.

The narrative purpose of Trepan wasn't to make it so Megatron couldn't spread his idead anymore, but to be one of the many violences Megatron suffers at the hands of the powers that be that would change his focus on life. And also to give him a deep fear of anyone messing with his mind, which plays a role in his Mtmte arc where he worries that the reason he feels he has changed is because fool's energon can alter someone's personality as a side effect. In issue #35 Megatron does express worry that Messatine changed him and took something from him, but doesn't sound sure, so he's probably talking about a more moral quality rather than something as concrete as beaing able to write, which one would know for sure it happened.

[jubshead]

Please i am begging for another lithario fic/chapter or an avis fic🙏🙏 i dont have many idead for lithario but i have so many for avis if you want

OH YESSS I’m working on a new lithario fic and I do have an idea for an Avis one!!

You can send me yours as well, maybe they will give me motivation to write the idea I have or to make one fic based on what you send!

[toescratches]

The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car. (SHOULD I CHANGE THE SUMMARY AT THIS POINT?!?!?!)

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester bbg is here 🤭, they're conflicted, timeskipping cuz I'm lazy, lots of cursing, prolly awkward and cringe but idk, sorry this is short

tags:@wheresmyson @kitty11sstuffig @swaggbella @imnotevenherern00100 @kait0sicecre4m @peyton-peyton @wildaces @small-sinclair @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @number1120 @blurrymango

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{timeskipping to toddler age😨}

Bo sipped his beer as he sat on living room couch and watched TV. The thunder loudly rumbled outside and made it feel like the whole house shook.

He took another big swig out of his bottle, in the background, the television kept making loud noises of the show playing.

Suddenly his attention is stolen by the sound of little feet, coming down the stairs. Bo looks to his right, up at the end of the staircase.

"Y/N? You know you're supposed to be in bed." Bo yells at the staircase as he turns down the volume of the TV.

A loud, pitiful and annoyed whine sounds down the stairs.

Bo sighs and stands up. He turns off the TV and walks to the bottom of the stairs. He spots the little girl, sitting at the top of stairs with a pout.

"C'mon baby... You gonna go to bed or do I have to take you...?" Bo asks with hands on his hips.

Y/N whines again. "But Daaaddyyy–! It's scary!" She pouts.

"What scary, sweetie?" He softly questions and begins to mske his way up the stairs, towards his young child.

She points down at the window.

"Oh, the thunder?" He coos at her.

Y/N sniffs and nod her head.

"Well how about... I'll take you back to our room and I'll help you sleep? Okay?" Bo asks with a raised eyebrow.

She nods her head with a frown and reaches her hands up to Bo, wanting to be picked up. Bo chuckles. He reaches down to hus daughter, picking her up by her armpits. He places the little girl on his hip and kisses his forehead.

A loud thunder sounds from outside and scares Y/N, making her flinch. Y/N curles up against her father's side and Bo softly smiles at this.

"You sleepy, baby?" He asks and caresses her head. He gets a nod as a answer.

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He sofly smiles and walks up the stairs, and to their room. Bo gently pushes the bedroom door open, and steps inside, with his daughter on his hip. He puts her down on her bed, next to his own.

"There you go..." Bo whispers and tucks her in. He puts the soft blanket over her, handing her, her teddy.

Y/N tightly hugs the teddy bear. and turns to lay on her side, to look at her father.

"I don't like the storm..." She whispers to him. (how do toddlers speak💀)

"Oh me neither, baby... But don't worry. I'll be here so you can go to sleep..." He whispers down to her and caresses her cheek.

She nods with a yawn. Bo smiles softly at her and leans down to kiss the girl's cheek.

...

Bo waits, sitting on the side of her bed, till she falls asleep.

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Im so sorry I didn't write anymore, I was so bored 😭

PLEASE SUGGEST ME SUMMARIES AND IDEAD ETC!!!

i didn't know what else to write