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francesca-sapphic · 7 months

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They said girls shouldn't kiss girls, so I became a sinner.

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chiconisroc · 10 months

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With the people that draw free art for your fanfic, do you know / are friends with the majority of them or are they that invested in your story? Maybe it's because most of the fanfictions I read are one shots, but I've never seen so much art for one single story until now. It's really impressive actually. I know you don't write stories just to get art (saying in general)

In my eyes, the whole world is my family/friends v.v

but to answer your question, I don't ask peeps to draw stuff for me cause years ago an artist told me it was rude to do so, so I just never do(even though i want to badly, hahaha). I think I did once cause they asked me if i wanted something else to let them know, but that's about it, never tried it again.

The peeps I talk to the most are my beta readers since I chat with them about ideas with them (on what I have planned to write), but even so I don't ask them either to draw me anything. If i talk to others is to thank them for their support ( i try not to talk too much to them cause I can be rather annoying - I talk way too much LOL, so i don't want to bother peeps with my non stop chatter, hahaha. idk how my beta readers endure me, hahaha) *of course if others do want to talk to me go for it : ), just sorry ahead of time if i'm annoying, hahaha

I'm honestly surprised that many peeps draw tons of fan art to my story and I'm super thankful for each and one o.o

I guess the question if they are invested in my story should be asked for those who have drawn fan art for "Was Not the Hero" o.o, and not really to me, hahaha. I like to think they for sure like my fanfic, but i don't want to sound cocky x.x

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adastraetretro · 1 year

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"You were gone for 783 years, and the first thing you say to me is 'Sup homie'?!?"

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purgatorypoetry · 9 months

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My secret: sometimes I get afraid of my own hunger and desire

felt that through the hollow bones,

my echo-chamber chest and all the rest of those dark spaces where nothing dare grow -

I know,

nothing is enough

whatever shape my mouth takes when it makes those words, open arms and closed heart and

nothing is enough

closed arms and open heart and the stillness like satin on my saturated skin,

my inundated tongue, my seams come undone

bursting

nothing nothing nothing

is enough

#poetry #secret poetry #aint we just human and hungry?#poets on tumblr #creating writing #spilled ink #poetryportal #poetic stories

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willowiswriting · 1 month

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wrote 1694 words yesterday

hate them all

#i need to add more *stuff*#to make it interesting #writeblr #writing #writers #writblr #writers of tumblr #amwriting #writeblr community #creating writing #wip #wips #oc #ocs

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ashiristic · 2 years

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Can I request any sorts of fluff??????????? If its okay though🕊️🕊️🕊️.

Request:

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"Hey, bab—" Villain closed the door shut, not caring about the hero behind the door. They walked to the kitchen, chopping vegetables, as their sensors could still sense the idiot behind the door. Waiting.

Why would the people even name them 'the greatest hero of the city'? It'll make more sense if it titled them as 'the biggest moron in the entire universe, no cap'. An accurate description that even the villain themself wouldn't deny.

In fact, they'll call the hero that name every single time they meet.

"Villain? Villain? Can you hear me? Yoo-hoo!" the hero called outside the door, knocking in each sentence they speak. They crossed their arms, waiting as they tapped their leathered shoes against the white-tiled floor. Looking around, and to their watch as they wait outside.

They look like an idiot right now.

Because they are indeed an idiot, they waited for almost half an hour outside and still received no response from the other side. They were planning to wait for more hours, but twenty people already passed them, looking at them with either suspicions or sympathetic looks on their faces.

Embarrassing themself is indeed one of the hero's innate talents.

"Is the oh-so-villainous person inside this apartment? I was about to compliment them on how great their convoluted plan is." Hero asked, flippancy varied in their voice.

The door clicked open as their nemesis peeks at the creak, hiding their face behind their hand. Their eyes flitted between the villain's extremely loose clothes and their red, suffused face. So that is how it is.

They stare at each other for a moment as the hero puts their shoe in between the door, stopping Villain from closing the door in their face again. Prowling closer at the villain as they propped their arm on the wall, grinning once the villain gave up on pushing them off.

"What are you doing here?" Villain finally spoke, eyes flitting between the hero and their clothes, self-conscious.

"Oh? I just wanted to get my hoodie." Hero smiled, "but it seems like it found another owner."

Their grip on the door was harder, pushing it to open wider, making the villain tumble back as the hero caught them in their arms. Head on the villain's shoulder, kicking the door closed. Villain stood there, stupefied by the sudden hug.

The scent of ramen permeated the air as the theater-like television showed pretty sunflowers with a bright, beautiful sunset, relaxing music playing in the background, and the peppermint fragrance of villain reels around Hero's head.

The room is an aesthetic of black and white, with the walls white and the furniture black. Both of them remain in that position for a few minutes, while the villain lets the hero do what they want.

"I didn't expect you to do that." They muttered, head still buried at Villain's neck. Breathing in and out, enjoying the moment Villain is giving them.

Villain doesn't know what to do or to reply, instead they pat the Hero's back, going up and down gently like they used to see. Human affection is the least thing they know, but here they are, giving their first to the hero they call stupid. They may say that they'll never experience such feelings called human emotions. However, they proved themself wrong as a small bubble of happiness coils deep inside them… for the first time.

A barrier that separates the good and the evil, and it seems like the villain is likely going in between. Is this something they say 'this is the way to act more humanely?'

"I always wonder what you are thinking." Hero said. Surprised, or rather amused, that Villain hasn't noticed they already pulled away from the hug. Tilting their head into Villain's of sight, they snapped their fingers, immediately getting their nemesis' attention.

"Pardon?" Villain squinted their eyes, scratching their head as they try to recall what the hero told them. It was a whisper. No, it was quieter than a whisper in their ears.

Hero shook their head as they walk towards the forgotten boiling ramen in the kitchen, then turning off the stove and opening the drawer. Taking out a silver bowl and fork inside, they settled everything on the counter as they pour the ramen into the bowl.

What? Villain stares at the hero, confused.

"What are you doing here again?"

Hero puckered their lips, like an expression between a frown and a pout, then twisting the noodles into their fork. They acted as if they were brooding over it, and shrugged, taking the ramen to their mouth and chewing it loudly. A pure disaster to villain's perspective as they heave out a heavy sigh.

"Oh, yea… I remember!" They raised their fork, as they grinned when the villain glanced at them, expecting an answer. After that, Hero drops their fork, and pouts, eyes full of mischief. "I suddenly forgot. I think a kiss is a cure? Why don't you come here and kiss me so I can remember?"

Hero propped their arm on the counter as they beckon the villain to come closer and tap their cheeks, asking for a kiss.

"Please choose between getting slapped or being punched in the face. I'll do it for you for free. Definitely free of charge. I'll even pay for your hospital bills." Villain cracks their knuckles, eyes blazed in annoyance.

"You know, I am a masochist myself, so those options are really appealing." They paused as they sip the bowl of ramen. "But really, I want a kiss."

Wearing the hero's shirt is indeed their greatest mistake, as Villain witnessed them change personality within 000.1 seconds. They should hold a world record for that because it is an amazing feat. Screw that, it is not.

"Just think of this as my birthday present, will you?" Hero said as they tap their cheeks, grinning widely.

Villain walks towards the hero, face flushing in pink as their walk turns to a dash as their lips met the hero's cheeks. Their lips stay there for a while, slowly parting as they cover their face.

The hero… never expected that.

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ethan-gaming-in-the-real · 10 months

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Images for those who can’t read :) ;) (yippee)

#alternate reality game #arg #earth rebellion federation #sci fi #horror #writing #creating writing #analog horror #cw unreality #unreality cw

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amindthatbreathes · 7 months

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I hope that we learn from this. Someday, when we've come to hate so much, we hope to forgive as well.

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infinitexmadness · 2 years

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I don't need love to feel complete

I can survive without a partner or a kiss

My life is just as valuable as anyone else's

I am aromantic and asexual

It doesn't mean I'm not happy

I enjoy my own company and I'm content

I don't feel the need to be with someone

I am who I am and that is just fine

#asexual #aromantic #poem #creating writing #writing

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drewmclaughlin · 9 months

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right now life just feels like i’m not in on the joke. like the feeling of being surrounded by people but brewing in otherness, grasping at words that mean nothing to me but so much to them. i can laugh along and pretend to understand but i’m too scared to ask what i’m missing. it would be embarrassing to ask at this point, right? i’m 20 years old, but i still can’t get past this burning, child-like jealousy, telling me that everybody else knows something i don’t. i know that i’m not supposed to have everything figured out, i’m still young, but i can’t help but think that there is something deeply, fundamentally wrong with me. i don’t know what it is that i’m missing and if that something is an acquirable knowledge, but i long for it so intensely that i can’t see straight.

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francesca-sapphic · 7 months

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and while others have tasted poison, her lips don’t sting or burn. Every lick & bite I sink into that tempting fruit has healed me more and helped me learn, but still my hunger yearns.

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chiconisroc · 10 months

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I wonder, what do you think of those who say redeeming Philip even in fanon doesn't make sense because it "goes against his character?" or say that doing that is writing him very ooc (out of character)?

Some even say he'd rather die than admit he's wrong or grow as a person and that's the whole point of him. He's a bigot who doesn't want to better himself or can't be redeemed.

I'm glad you're making the "impossible" possible by writing your story by the way. It's kinda made me see him in a different light.

I believe it is reasonable to suggest that Philip may prefer death over admitting he's wrong or evolving as an individual. It is possible that is who his character is, o.o.

However, when it comes to asserting that such behavior contradicts his character 100%, I find myself uncertain. Perhaps I tend to perceive fictional characters as if they were real people while writing stories about them.

To those who claim that my portrayal of Philip is out of character, let us remember that the show has only exposed a fraction of Philip's persona, a merge glimpse on who he is. In reality, even therapists cannot instantly discern the true essence of their clients without ample time and exploration.

Some fictional characters tend to follow a linear trajectory. Philip, in my story, does not conform to such things as my narrative aims for a touch of realism and explore the possibility of a profound change within him. The touch of realism in the story have been noted by some readers while reading it.

Humans are complex beings. All individuals possess the capacity for change, given specific circumstances and considering their personal attributes. Moreover, one's experiences and mental state can significantly influence the extent of such change. I believe that believing in the immutability of fictional characters limits the creative mind's exploration of the infinite possibilities characters can embody. Furthermore, if one maintains the conviction that real humans are entirely incapable of change, even in the slightest sense, it obstructs personal growth as well.

Fanfiction stories serve as alternate universes, embracing the boundless potential of what a character can do or become. They create a space where all possibilities are welcomed and explored with open arms. These stories should be cherished and experienced purely for the joy they bring, rather than being confined by notions of what is deemed possible or impossible.

So, yeah, that concludes my response, hahaha.

And I'm glad you enjoying the story : ).

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moonlarked · 1 year

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What else would I call the sun? A golden lily? A piercing flame?

Why would I call it anything other than what it is named?

Words do not fall out of me like rain; they clump and clog and scramble in my mouth, sullen and plain.

#writing #my writing #creating writing #personal #amateur poetry #poetry

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kittenkwueen · 1 year

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After: Ever Never

Part One: Chapter One, Page Six

After the run-in with Noah, my ex, I've decided. I was going to get it together and do something fresh, new, and different. Gardening could be something, but after my dad, I spent most of my time crying and sitting there in silence. Hardin came for me then. Now he's gone.

I've got it. A tattoo. It's a memory. Something to never forget Because this is what my body is, a canvas, a permanent canvas. No way. Could never do it.

As I walk into the shower, I listen to an audiobook. I need something contemporary, something new. With college being my main focus, it feels good to almost be done. I need fiction. Something to escape the many days of neglecting my hair and even showering.

The thing with departure is that you lose routine. Seeing your deepest love with someone other than yourself is a tough pill, more brutal than any you could imagine. Or, it's beautiful seeing someone you loved love again. Because, as I've said, love is more challenging to give than hate. I do not hate Hardin.

This book isn't helping. It reminds me of the more profound love. Pride and Prejudice. “Till this moment, I never knew myself.” That couldn't be more true. I cannot even think, shower, sleep, or eat without the thought of him. I'm never lonely because I can't stop. Writing about him, thinking of him, doing things we have done together. He's my heroin. I'm the addict.

My mother always reminds me that the man in the relationship is always wrong, even as she shed those obviously fake tears at Dad's funeral. She is evil. Evil deceives you and manipulates its way to your head until you're as desperate as ever to turn to it. Not anymore, Carol. Not. Anymore.

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bananaalana · 2 years

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“The monster under my bed can be friends with the one in your head.”

you said this to me once,

and it concerned me, slightly.

but don’t get me wrong,

i want to crawl under your bed,

brushing the dust bunnies aside

and the hair out of my face

so i can properly greet

the monster under your bed.

but he’s not interested in me, per-se.

if i could, i would lay down on the faded carpet

and wait for the monster in my head

to scamper down and out of

the staircase in my ears

the meet the little guy.

i’ve tried to coax her out,

but she’s really nervous -

you wouldn’t like her when she’s nervous.

she throws old boxes of memories around,

cluttering the place up, making a mess of things.

she also sets off the emergency alarms

when there’s really no emergency

and wastes anxiety’s time and energy -

poor anxiety.

i guess she doesn’t see the other monster’s

fluffy coat of fur and long lashes,

not to mention his gentle paws and soft tummy

when she peers through my eyeballs nervously.

but don’t worry about it! really,

one day she’s gonna gather the courage,

i promise.

it’s gonna surprise you, probably,

when she marches down and out

of the staircase in my ears

to meet the little guy

without a single tear shed.

i can tell she is secretly pretty fond of him.

#original #poetic #poetry #writing #original poem #poet #creative writing #writer #creating writing

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ashiristic · 2 years

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JUST A QUESTION AHEM... AN EXPERIMENT YES! do you have any short stories you would like to finish :3?

Ya'll, I've been gone for a whole month. So? Welcome back to me, I guess? (Proceeds to write tons of short stories to make up for my absence)

cw: war __________

Destruction of the city has begun. Buildings were destroyed, dreams shattered, and lives ended in a single day. The once bustling and gleeful city is turned into a battlefield full of bodies of innocent civilians who only wanted peace. Ashes fall in the sky like snow, and the enormous buildings that cover the sky are now on the ground. Blood and fire spread everywhere, roads are cracked with impactful powers, and life is sucked dry by destruction. Everything is gone.

The villain’s body glows in a mist of black and red, looking down at the futile attempts of each hero to put him down. These heroes are close to giving up, but only one of them remains strong. The hero, his hero. The hero who gave him everything he loves, the hero who gave him hope, and the hero who loved him. A powerful blast explodes in the villain’s body, but a purple magnetic shield protects him from harm. It was from the superhero before she dropped her exhausted body to the floor, fully unconscious.

#villain x hero #hero x villain #hero and villain #hero x villain prompts #fantasy #writeblr #writing snippet #creating writing #angst

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