#from my wip

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Draco happens to like losers he just won’t admit it

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry james potter #harry potter #hpdm #dmhp #from my WIP #just uploaded this chapter #link is attached to post

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

hero x villain

“You know, at this point I think you just cause trouble in these woods because you want to see me.” The hero said boredly as she caught the villain and a squad of soldiers about to raid a village. The soldiers all looked cold and were shivering and complaining. The hero had heard their muttering from a league away. 

Upon seeing her, they bared their teeth and raised their swords but the villain just smiled and raised his hand to stop them. “Be civil, comrades. Go surround the town and wait for my call. I’ll handle the beautiful lady.”

The soldiers on their horses shuffled off.

The villains got off his horse gracefully. Everything he did was graceful and carefully deliberated, even the smile he sent her way. 

“Would it be so wrong of me to wish to seek you out? I have yet to see that beautiful face you’re always bragging about.” He smirked, gesturing to the mask on the hero's face. 

“Go away.” The hero said, unamused. “And take the brutes with you and out of my woods.” 

“Your woods?”

“My woods.”

He chuckled. “And who crowned you the grand protector of the woods?”

“I did.”

“Come on, it's just one village.” He said, nearly sounding like an insolent child asking for one more minute outside past sundown.

“And? These people did nothing wrong.” The hero reminded him, leaning back against a tree. 

“The Emperor thinks they’re harboring fugitives — ”

“They probably just made a poster of him and gave him a really ugly mustache.” 

He allowed a smile. “Well, you’re…probably... not wrong.” 

“And sending his most powerful asset to do such petty work? I don’t believe it.”

“I volunteered. I was bored.” He shrugged. 

“So you did want to see me!” She smirked.

“I never said I didn’t.” He pointed out. 

“You’re so obsessed with me that I might ask you to dinner.”

“After you beat me up and give me another bruised rib?”

“Exactly, honey. See? You’re learning.”

“I really don’t see why this is necessary. Can we just skip to the part where you actually take me to dinner?”

“And you poison my food? No, thank you.” The hero snorted. “You’re the villain and I’m the hero who’s going to kick your butt. That’s the way of the world. It’s the cards we’ve been dealt.”

“Excuse me? If anything, I’m the hero and you’re the villain.”

“There is no way you actually believe that.” The hero said, deadpan.

“Don’t heroes serve rulers?”

“Not the competent ones.”

“See, every time I see you I get a bruised rib and bruised pride. That’s not particularly hero-like behavior.”

“I think that’s a you problem. Most people find me rather delightful. Just leave if you want to skip the me beating you up part.”

“What if I don’t want to skip the you beating me up part?”

The hero blinked. “You’re annoying, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“Just let the village alone.”

His dark eyes flashed. “Make me.”

#from my wip #writeblr #enemies to lovers #writing #my writing #creative writing #this is part of a much bigger monstrous piece of fiction i wrote #like 300 pages of epic fantasy you guys i can't 😭 #i need motivation to edit it #and my dumbass decided to make it part of a four book series. four books. i'm going to have a meltdown. #anyway please don't steal this i can't handle confrontation 🥺 i'm a smol bean who can't even order a coffee #love you darlings <3 #villain x hero #villains and heroes #hero #hero x villain #romance #forbidden love

[otherworldseekers]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by: @irisopranta Thanks!

Here’s the most recent bit I wrote for chapter 5 of Something’s Gotta Give.

“He’s not my beau and I don’t care what he thinks.” Severia watched herself flush red in the mirror. Red with anger. Anger over this whole ridiculous situation she had somehow gotten herself into. Rage that she had ever for one moment considered… Severia shook her head and straightened her shoulders. She only had to tolerate Nero for a few more days. After that he could perish.

tagging: Uh... anyone who has a wip and hasn’t been tagged yet. 

#Six Sentence Sunday #from my wip

[one-and-lonely16]

"Why, out of all people, did he have to develop feelings for Keith. Someone who would never entertain being with Lance and even if he did, it would just be for a hookup. And Lance didn’t want that. Lance wanted a relationship. He wanted someone to hold whenever he wanted, for someone to listen to his silly rant and entertain his silly competitions, for someone to see him making a complete fool of himself and thinking to themself “that’s the man I love”. But Keith isn’t a relationship guy. "

lance mcclain if u dont stop being relatable i stg-

#from my wip #klance #klance fic

[loonascode]

Mi-sun's dream

#my writing #prose #poetry #cannibalism #love #from my wip #writerblr #this is a fun tag to read out loud #oc stuff

[the-teacup-dragon]

One day, death will take me

Not today

Surely not tomorrow

Maybe not for many years

Not till heaven and hell decides who gets me

#poem #writer #wip #wip excerpt #poetry #death #life #write #writing quotes #writing the storm #quote #from my wip #original #original poetry #words #spilled words #original content

[imsaanvikhanna]

‘what do you need?’

you.

‘i don’t know…’

#france #from my wip

[lostunderthecoral]

and achilles wished all the greeks would die so he and patroclus could conquer troy alone

#from my wip #it’s a hannibal quote😭 #but from a wolfstar wip

[evenlyevi]

blues

#digital art #blue #plants #study/cooldown between my other wips #getting it out of my system before i inevitably loop back and draw more of these again later #plants from my home and workplace :D #jasmine bougainvillea and indoor palm #artists on tumblr #original #non fandom tag

[appystruda]

Another wip I started :]

#kinda obsessed with grian and scars eps from today theyre both so so funny #wip #my art

[kokoasci]

every few months i remember how cool his design is

#like dang bro no one's taking that vision from you #kokoart #scaramouche #genshin impact #we don't need to talk about these colors ok #this has been in my wips for like 2 weeks and i hate it but im sick of looking at it so im posting it yolo #wanderer genshin #wanderer #kunikuzushi #genshin scara #fanart #genshin wanderer #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart

[wanderingblindly]

#why must i work #I just want to work on my lestappen WIP #free me from this hell (my comfortable office job) #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #lestappen

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

hero x villain (kinda part 2)

“I figured you’d come.” His voice was raspy from the stale air down in the fortress’s dungeons.

“You sure do think highly of yourself.” I commented, my voice echoing in the darkness of the dungeon, along with the staple water-dripping echo that seemed to be omnipresent in all dark settings of this nature. 

“No,” He said, amused. I heard chains clink coming from the cell. “I thought our merciful Superhero would send you to kill me.”

“Do you truly think so low of me?”

He laughed. “You wouldn’t be wrong to do it.” He paused. “And I know Superhero. He’d want my death to be as painful as possible, and I can’t imagine a more painful death than one by your hand.”

When I finally drew near to his cell, the light in my hand revealed he was very different from when I had last seen him. His hair stuck up in several directions and his beard was longer than he usually kept it. In the faint light of my magic, the purple and blue bruises on his face glinted like misbegotten jewels. Soft clattering came from the iron around his wrists and ankles whenever he shifted to relieve the pain from some injury they must have inflicted.

He looked broken.

“Hero.” He said softly, his voice guttural, yet so much like a hand tracing lines down my arms, touching my heart, a touch that had somehow managed to penetrate the thick walls I’d put around myself. I caught myself — no. That was the path of pain. I wasn’t here for him. 

I was here for my kingdom. I needed his help -- his power. 

He tilted his head up to look at me, his eyes bloodshot, his hands shaking. He broke into a coughing fit that sounded like his ribcage was being torn apart.

My throat burned and the coolness of a tear ran down my cheek. I moved the light away from my face so he wouldn’t see it. 

He raised a shaking hand to a bar and clutched it, bringing himself closer to me. “Hero.” He repeated. Not calling me, not quite, he said it as one clings to a lifeline. 

“I’m here.”

“You’re here.” He gazed into my eyes, his eyes reflecting the flickering silver light of the globe in my hand. “I was worried you wouldn’t be.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Villain.” I said softly. 

“You still don’t know my first name, do you?” He asked, though he knew the answer. No one knew his first name.

I’d asked.

I shook my head anyway. 

He laughed to himself. “It’s a silly sentiment. I prayed you would come because I wanted someone to know.” 

The notion caught me aback. I hadn’t let myself think beyond this night, beyond finding him. I figured Villains were killed but I didn't let my thoughts stray there. “You won’t die here.”

“See, now that I’m in your place, I see how useless saying that is.”

“I cannot believe you just admitted fault. But, you know, I made it.”

He paused. “You’re not asking the most obvious question.”

“What you did to Superhero that would constitute 'treason of the highest order’?” I smiled, pausing for a moment. "Do you know Superhero killed my family?"

His eyes widened. "What -- ?"

"Superhero likes his heroes to be focused on heroism only. Everything else is secondary." I looked away. "He chooses us as babies. We don't have a choice."

We were both silent for a long moment, the light in my hand whispering softly.

“I’ll get you out.” I said mildly. 

He turned to me, hope barely stifled in his tone. “Truly?”

I shrugged. “It’s boring up there.” I gestured vaguely to the fort above us. “You make things…more entertaining. It turns out a world without conflict would be a rather pitiful existence.”

He chuckled, the sound warming me to my core. He leaned closer, smirking. “Admit it. You missed me.”

I pursed my lips at him, forcing back a smile. “As much as one misses the presence of a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.”

“Ouch.” He put a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”

“Don’t take insult. I once kissed a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.” I informed him, matter of factly.

He grinned. “For the first time in the past two days I finally have hope for my prospects.”

“Your prospects in getting out or in kissing me?”

He smiled, leaning forward, his voice a husky whisper. “Get me out first and see.”

Something fell a little ways away from us down the corridor and we froze. We were silent for a long moment. His eyes met mine and the message was clear. Don’t move. 

Footsteps retreated back up the steps and the night was silent again. 

“I will get you out.” I whispered after a long beat. “I promise. Even if we have to draw plans in the dirt and use bobby pins for swords and murder fake Superheroes with stupid beards and burn down ugly forts.”

“Is this sudden enthusiasm because I promised to kiss you?” He teased gently, smiling slyly. 

“No, you moron. I thought the kiss was a threat. Like keep me in here and I’ll kiss you.” I objected, my cheeks flushing red. 

“That was a shoddy cover up. You didn’t even think it through.”

“You — ”

He laughed. “Sure, sure. I believe you.” He looked at me for a moment then looked back at the wall of his prison. 

We sat in comfortable silence. There was a part of me that wanted to tear apart the bars and curl up beside him, holding him tight until daybreak and a little after that. I was so desperate I’d have been fine if he only extended a hand through the bars to hold mine. 

The thought shocked me the moment my brain articulated the desire. I hadn’t wished to be touched by anyone in years. The air was dense. Whatever chemicals were in the water dripping from a pipe a little ways away were getting to my head. 

“You could walk away.” He said, shattering the silence.

“What?”

“Leave. Go back to the woods. Find some gorgeous person — not more gorgeous than me — have a family and have a peaceful life.” His eyes were solemn. “This place is poisoned.”

It was a logical solution. I didn’t particularly want the throne, and it was better for me not to get into any relationships with people I genuinely cared about (i.e. Villains whose voices are too nice for their own good.). 

He’s giving me a way out. It’s exactly what I want. 

You could go back into hiding right now. No one can stop you.

“No.” 

He tilted his head. “No?”

“No.” I met his gaze. “I’m staying.”

He nodded, studying me, and then looking away, thinking.  

I couldn’t help but watch him, his profile stark against the darkness in the dim moonlight of my palm. The bump on his nose was gentle, high cheekbones elegantly set on his face. 

“Alex.” He said finally, almost as an afterthought. 

I was confused for a moment and my brow furrowed.

“My name.” He clarified. In that moment, he didn’t look like a villain. He looked like a boy. He had that soft childish sparkle in his deep eyes, like a kid with a secret. “It’s Alex.”

I smiled. “Alex.” I leaned back. “It’s a rather beautiful name. I thought you were hiding some terrifying name inherited from a long dead ancestor whose parents hated him." 

He smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Our identity is all we have, Hero.”

“Whether we like it or not.” I added. 

His eyes flew open and he looked to me. “Being the Hero isn’t your identity in the same way being the Villain isn’t mine. It’s a garb. It’s clothing. At the end of the day, you take the clothing off and what are you?”

“A scandal waiting to happen.”

“No.” He allowed a smiled, suppressing his laugh. “No. Gods — don’t say things like that. Now I can’t remember what I was saying.” He chuckled, taking a moment to gather himself. “At the end of the day, you’re Ana.”

The use of my first name made me shiver. I knew he knew it, but he never used it. “And who’s that?”

He smiled. “I guess we’ll have to find out.” He leaned forward, grunting at some hidden injury. “Now pass me that stick. I have a plan to draw in the dirt.”

#villain x hero #hero #villain #villains #villains and heroes #writing #writeblr #enemies to lovers #spilled ink #hero x villain #hero and villain #antagonist #superpowers #superhero #love #romance #my own writing #don't steal 🥺 #from my wip #le slow burn #fantasy #dark fantasy #fantasy world

[otherworldseekers]

Nero’s premonition shifts into a foreboding.

(I don’t know this sentence just appeals to me.)

#from my wip #my writing

[lycanthrop-ee-art]

werewolves in love <3

#YAAAY YIPPEE WIP FINISHED 800 HEALED 78 RAISED FROM THE DEAD #art #my art #animal art #finished piece #ink #printmaking #relief print #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf art

[ahhrenata]

#made myself a bookmark.. the wip from a while back is finally done #now i just gotta get my printer out #Star Wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #sw art