#writingcore

[felixissterling]

writingcore ☆

the writing… the dictionary… and the character making… what else?

writing is my favourite way of expressing myself ☆

[goosesartblog]

in which a sphere regrets teaching a square how to write

[stuckstucktrolls]

I should catch up on asks. But I'm writingcore. And gamepilled

[luneyverse]

writingcore

[asteriasgarden]

writers be like: there’s a little man that lives in this page and i love to torture him

dance, monkey, dance

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[signednse]

She left letters for me,

Tainted with sweat from hard work and pain,

Tied in a ribbon of routine.

With ink droplets of change,

And sealed with hope.

Knowing one day,

I would need what she wrote.

The me years before by Signed, NSE

[rosegroveyard]

If you seek her

Chapter 3

The fire was going strong. The wind blowing slightly. Remi sat on the pile of rubble and debris, his head firmly sat on his legs, arms crossed keeping it all together. The girl sat opposite of him. She was wrapped in a cotton blanket. She stared at the fire then up at Remi.

"Is this what you do every night?"

Remi stared daggers at her.

"Yeah, got a problem?"

She sighed and placed her head on her palm.

"Oh no sir, no problems at all. It's just this feels, calming. It reminds me of the fun I'd have at bonfires and barbecues. Are you sure you've never gone to a barbecue?"

He sighed

"I'm 100% sure. We've gone over this like 5 times."

With that answer it meant the conversation was over. But the girl was more intent on talking.

"Sir, haven't you ever wondered where I came from? I only popped up because of that nice woman."

He chuckled.

"You've asked me this 15 times in the past week."

She blushed and hid in her blanket.

"I-I just thought that maybe if I told you about me than maybe we can get to know each other, maybe we can see if you actually did do some things I did when I was home. You've never had a birthday, never gone to a birthday, a barbecue, school, fair, and you've never had a friend before. Don't you, I don't know, want to know about it?"

He shook his head.

"On with it then."

The girl beamed. She grinned and rubbed her hands together.

"Well it all happened on June 13, 1970"

[signednse]

"Do me a favour and don't start a war while I'm gone." Jace said in his normal cockiness but there was s deep seriousness behind it as he turned on his heel and walked out into the Accords Hall. Jonathan laughed and fall back on the hard floor below him. The heavenly fire had burned him to his last breath and when he took it, it was as if his dream of being a family had manifested. For the first time in his life, he felt light. He drew in a breath and smiled absently to himself. "...Don't start a war.." Jace's words echoed in his thoughts. In his mind he knew a few hours ago, that would have been exactly what he would have done. But laying there now, blessed with a second chance he quite frankly didn't think he deserved, the words felt strange and unknown to his heart. All he wanted to do was cry, to hug his.. moth..er and his sister and be in their world.

Jonathan groaned and shifted, wincing at the pain from where the sword has become one with him. He clumsily pushed up on his elbows and looked around at the building, thinking of the city he never got too know but tried to burn to the ground and a pain seemed to bang around inside his chest. Just about the time he thought it couldn't feel worse, Jocelyn walked in. Her eyes searched his with pain, fear, and.. hope? Disbelief? They was red from tears and her hands shook. She looked so much like Clary that he thought, and a whisper in his mind wondered if he had any of her features himself. To his surprise he she was suddenly in front of him, a stern motherly hand on his shoulder, "Johnathan?" Her voice was shaking but strong. He felt something inside him swell in his chest. He wanted to know her and be her son so much.. then, something started to hit his chest. It was tears, pouring like rain from his now green eyes. He felt the pain come back to his chest. He knew he'd done bad things but he wanted too keep this lightness forever. He heard Jace's words again, "Do me a favour and don't start a war while I'm gone". And he wondered if it was possible to be at war with yourself.

~~~I loved this prompt! The moment I read it I instantly thought of this series. ♡~~~

~Signed, NSE

Prompt #493

“Do me a favour and don’t start a war while I’m gone.”

[jacks-obsessions]

Devil May Cry Collab

Hello, I’m Jack so let’s start things off. I was wondering if you guys would like to do a Devil May Cry writing collaboration as a little end of summer thing. If you’d like to join or just be friends message me. 

Here’s my discord: Dumbest of Asses#2524

@bluedynasty23 @rodeoxqueen @sakkajagga @queenmuzz @lady-of-spades @astral-space-dragon @mooshs-crack-headcanons @ramblingandwritings @yeetusdabussy @spectorings @floandroid @writingcore @polarisbibliotheque

[ao3feed-ignoct]

Lover, Please Stay

read it on AO3 Here

by Writingcore

Noctis worries too much about what goes on these days but worries more for Ignis, even with mutual feelings — he shows him how much he cares.

Words: 1171, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia

Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Additional Tags: Gay Sex, blowjob, top!Noctis

read it on AO3 Here

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[signednse]

I wondered what it would be like if I took 1 week, despite it being busy, and decided to treat every day like art, like love, like a part of my favorite story.. how would it go?

Part 1

[signednse]

My heart craves darkness.

My soul craves light.

How must I win this battle I'm forced to fight?

-Signed, NSE

[signednse]

I learned something today from a post I made sometime ago.

We take for granted what we can see.

We take for granted what we can see. And we let wither what could give us life, because we couldn't see it and if we could, we'd tear its petals off....

If we can't see something, we don't cling too it. We don't believe in it. We don't love it. Usually, we choose not too feel it.

You know everyone says things like, "I have to see it too believe it" or even, "walk by faith not sight".

If someone doesn't give a physical response to a question, a action, etc. We might feel as though they let it pass without second thought. If someone doesn't treat us like others we might think they don't think of us the way we had hoped. Even if inside they don't feel that way. You can be on opposite sides of the room and think they are ignoring you but their thoughts are of you.

Think about it like this, if there is calm water in a clear glass you might only see the glass upon glancing. You might think it is empty, with no contents too offer you. You might label it as tasteless or none nutritional. When in reality, it holds one of the most life giving contents.

But you glanced. It didn't sparkle pinks back at you. It didn't tempt you with movements. It didn't do anything other than be transparent. And therefore, you didn't pay attention. You didn't thirst for what you saw. You didn't pick it up and carry it around. You didn't believe it would give you any benefit because you glances and thought it was empty. You didn't see what it was inside. So you go for the glass that sparkles or the one that's already coloured so you can't see inside.. and then you wonder why it's not transparent, or truthful, healthy, calm, or life giving..

Next time you think someone is being distant or not giving a reaction back that should have been or treating you the way you thought should have happened. The next time you glance at something and get frustrated without coming up too it, observing it, remember too look at their contents closely. Come close and observe it,close your eyes and feel it instead of just passing by, or reacting in a negative way, or just plucking it off the counter and spilling what was good.

Sometimes what we can't see, is really what we need to take care of. ♡

-signed,NSE

WRITTEN A YEAR AGO, discovered in dream hazed ambition