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schneiderenjoyer · 2 months

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#reverse 1999 #vertin #schneider #sonetto #in a writing mood #truly a predicament our timekeeper is in

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ohnowthatsfowl · 2 months

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That one kfp scene but

Shen: How did you...How did you do it...? Po: Oh uhh... ... Y'know just keep the shoulders loose- Shen: Not that...How did you find peace? I scarred you for life- I killed your parents... Po: Uhh..Well scars heal- Shen: Scars don't heal, Wounds heal... Po: ... ... Well, Scars fade, then..Uhm...I had help...I guess? Shen: what? Po: I had people who cared about me, and they helped?...Is that a good answer? Shen: ...People...who cared... [looks up] ...Mwamei...Mwamei! [Somehow gets up because movie logic.] Po: Mwamei??- Oh bird lady- oh... [Tigris gets up while holding Mwamei.] Tigris: I have her! [Holds her up.] [Mwamei's status being covered in soot and passed out.] Shen: oh gods...- Mwamei!! [Po watching Shen run off and climb up the wreckage.] [Tigris hands Mwamei to Shen, who promptly sets Mwamei down despite the fact that she was doing okay being lifted.] Shen: Mwamei?...Mwamei!? [Frantic looking around and breathing because its Shen so duh] [Shen not wanting to cry *and* panic at the same time and failing at not panicking and starting to tear up before he looks down again] [Mwamei's feather twitches, prompting Tigris to look a bit surprised. Mwamei wakes up and starts coughing from the smoke and fireworks.] Mwamei: Missed... me?

Bonus:

[Shen basically immideatly hugs her]

Mwamei: Okay calm down on the squeeze force pillow guy-

#Firefeather shipping #sorry its long #in a writing mood #kfp #lord shen #kung fu panda #kfp oc #kfp s/i #kung fu panda 2 #s/i #self insert #f/o #fictional other #firefeather au #Firefeather!Shen #Firefeather!Tigris #Firefeather!Po #Kfp firefeather au

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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assignments done for the week, send me some requests please 🫶🏾🫶🏾

#in a writing mood #cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry chats 🍒#what y’all got for me?

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eternxlstarx · 8 months

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anyone want to have fun with the muses. im in the mood to write random starters and wonders if anyone would be intrested in one?

#OOC #in a writing mood #anyone out there.#I have tons of muses to have fun with.#Also I know about the issues with the blog and im working on finding a new one #sorry for the issues on it everyone.

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reminiscingtonight · 5 months

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#in a writing mood #also just fyi i have 50+ wips rn so choose wisely #woso x reader

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mayday396 · 1 year

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Prologue Chapter

In the Mountains of Svyatogor, Winter is a constant Weather, the People had the Sun for Light in the Day, it's only when the Winds howl and bring forth the Storm then Dusk comes.Deep in the Valleys of the Mountains is where a little town, or rather to the Natives of the Mountains, a food resource that could a bunch of Dangerous Pest if not taken care of.

So far the Natives, or called Giants by the 'Pests', have not found this settlement and only those who are Pests know of such a place, these Pests are called Humans and as long as they can remember, Wars and Conflicts were fought on both Sides since the Beginning of Time.The settlement was called 'Antiochus', a Fortification and Little Village of sorts to Train Humans to be Giant Hunters, to defend this Stronghold even to a bitter end.

Lanterns scattered across the Village made of Scrap Metal, that have been left behind after making Swords, Arrows and many other Weapons, and Oil, that had a Scent like Roses and Olives.In the Great House where the Chief lives, a Boy newly arrived from Gishban woke up, he was still shaking, quivering at both the bitter Coldness of the Weather and what he had witnessed before coming here, the boy was no less younger than 5 years old, he had already seen so much...pain.

As he struggled and shivered to stay warm in his Blanket while on the Cold Stone floor, it was so cold he could see his own Breath, a woman in her Wintery Nightgown came, holding a lantern around and saw him, "Boy! What are you doing out of Bed?"She asked him, the Woman had a stern tone but she was certainly shocked at the Boy trying to both sleep on the Cold floor and keep himself Warm, 'Where did the Chief even find this boy? From Gishban of all places?!' She thought to herself, as she heard the boy try to speak their Language, "L...Light?"

The boy pointed to the Fireplace, "Ohhh ah....I see"She roughly understood what the boy was trying to imply, and set down her Lantern near the Fireplace as she gestured to the boy to come and learn to light a Fire, "See? Just Rub your hands with this stick to this wood and then you see Smoke" The Boy nodded and soon after many tries got it right and was able to make the Fireplace light up, the boy giggled and smiled at the Fire he has created and the Woman sighed and told him, "Okay now go sleep alright?" As she was about to leave, the Boy tugged on the ends of her Nightgown, "Mm!"

She looked behind her and asked the Boy, "What is it?"The Boy simply pointed to his head and solemnly said, "Bad.... dream" The Woman knelt down and pet the head of the boy and asked him, "What was it about?" The Boy shivered at the very thought of it and said, "The....the Monsters....they...."She sighed, and gave the boy a hug, "We all have Nightmares too because of them, don't be too sad, you're not alone okay?"The Boy barely understood what he just heard but it did comfort him enough to fall asleep.

"Now you should go to sleep"The Woman placed him back to the Couch he was sleeping on for now, "Good Night, Young Master"She said to him and got her lantern and smiled at him sleeping peacefully once again, but once she was out of sight, the Boy mumbled in his sleep, his face frowned in fear and confusion, "Mama...Baba...wake up...."The Boy shivered as the muffled desperation of his voice only grew as his face went into the Pillow, gripped the Blanket and streams of Tears flow from his eyes.

'What kind of pain did this Boy witness?' The Woman who was watching all this time wondered before shaking her head and headed up the Staircase and into her Bed.

Somewhere in other areas of Svyatogor, out of the Towering Walls, out of its Gates, a Giant Knight of massive Height chased after another Giant far bigger than him and shouted, "Master! I beg of you please don't go!"The Knight Knelt, one leg off the ground and the other on it as his Greatsword plunged into the ground, as he looked up at his Old Master

The Old Master was hooded in an old worn out cloak, two massive Battle Axes crossed on his back, Armor made of Steel over his simple Dark Blue Linen Shirt, styled with Gold designs and reached to his knees while he wore Black Cotton Pants with chainmail and plated Armor cover vital parts of his body, he wore Gauntlets of Metal and it even covered his Legs and Various Vital points of his limbs.

The Old Man stood over Trees, his knees brushing against them, as the Giant Knight that greeted him was really only up to his knees too, the aura of superiority and Intimidation filled the Atmosphere as the Snowstorm around them rages on, the Knight couldn't exactly look up at him, to be honest he feels just as terrified as nature around him quiver at the sight of him, "Master...we've nearly won this fight! Why are you leaving now?"The Old Master simply sigh, you can hear his tiredness and the deepness of what he was saying despite not saying anything in the First place.

The Old man bent down, to look at his Disciple, and pointed to his heart and made a crossed out sign, the Knight frowned and ensheathed his Sword, "Master! It can't be....but you fight so well...your heart is in the right place! Please give us more time we will eradicate those Pests away from the Homelands, and can't you imagine the taste of each bite of their Flesh? They deserve this look what they did to you!"The Old Man sighed some more and told him in a form of Sign Language.

Pointing to his eyes then down to his throat and to his ears, before standing up and lightly knocking his forehead, "Ow! What was that for?!"The Old Master was about to leave and just before he started walking away, he pointed to his head and disappeared into the Blizzard and leaving the Knight bewildered.When he came to his senses and looked to hands, "What an I even supposed to think about?"He sighed and walked away, "I hope to meet you again Master, wherever you are"The Giant Knight got back on his Horse and rode back to the Walled city known as Belobog.On this very same Day, the fates of Two people, will change the very land and grounds they stand on.

This is a Tale of the Seasons, a tale of finding each other in the Darkest of worlds and a Tale of Renuion.

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The Prologue of the G/t Story has been released! Chapter 1 will probably come soon since I'm in a Writing mood! So enjoy this Story and give me your thoughts on this, how to improve, what you like about it, etc.

Genre is Low Fantasy with a little bit of Dark Fantasy mixed into it and inspired by Historical settings in different parts of the World.

So G/t and Original story readers, I hope you like this and I will see you in Chapter 1!

@greatgigintheskiess @starskichild

It's here my wittle babies

UPDATE:

Chapter 1 is out y'all may read it!

#g/t story #g/t original story #g/t related #g/t community #g/t #g/t fiction #low fantasy #dark fantasy #historical fantasy #in a writing mood #prologue #parental g/t #continuing story

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propertyofkylar · 4 months

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guys puff’s new ocs and her written responses to questions about them inspired me. i am gonna find some prompts or something and ill reblog them so you guys can send questions to oli and damien and ill reply with like a short lil drabble or something!! i think it will be fun :)

#nica's ocs #in a writing mood

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cassieuncaged · 1 year

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Might have a few oneshots posted later 👀

#in a writing mood

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mr-faxmachine · 1 year

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Alright, i'm super bored now.

Tell me your cult of the lamb fanfic ideas in the ask thing and I might write it out!

Relics of the old faith content, postgame, and your AUs included! I will mark the fic a spoiler if it contains ROTOF content.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #bored #in a writing mood #cotl fanfics #cotl fanfic

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instant-angel-chaos · 2 years

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Even though daylight would last for a good few hours still, Chase lit the candle anyway. He was kneeled before the grave, a thumb playing with the lighter as he put it back in his pocket.

Footsteps approached him from behind. Chase exhaled quietly, jaw tightly clenched as he pushed himself up. "Milton!" He greeted the approaching man with a faint smile and a wave of his hand; the man was in his late thirties, very well put together and neat. He had a sharp blue gaze - taking after his mother. Chase on the other hand had always looked like a daydreamer; his eyes were endlessly curious and often described as intense when he really focused on something. Milton's height made him look even bigger than he really was. He could hardly be considered a 'baby brother'. Over the years Milton had started dressing more comfortably; soft, warm tones complimented his scruffy dad beard and neatly cut hairstyle. He looked kind.

"Chase, hi!" Milton greeted the angel with a wide smile. His eyes scrunched up with happy smile-lines.

Chase hid his hands into the safety of his pockets, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. "How've you been-? How's Sanjay?" he asked. The angel always awaited hearing updates on Milton's life. It was a privilege, although needing special arrangements to work in the current conditions, to be acquaintances with Milton. Sure, it wasn't ideal to be an acquaintance with your own baby brother but it was better than nothing. On most days, anyway. After all, Chase was the only one who had any memory of them sharing the same family. The same life. Up until becoming an angel after his death, of course. It was better this way, though - Milton only had to deal with their parent's passing. Not his older brother's violent death, too. Chase was doing him a favour.

"We were contacted by the adoption agency." Milton was glowing. "Chase, we were selected."

The angel's eyebrows raised, welcoming a soft smile on his features. His baby brother (altough now over five years older than him) was going to be a father. "Wow, Milton- ahm, that's amazing!" His tone was sincere, and the way Milton excitedly scratched the bag of his neck reminded Chase of their father. The resemblance was uncanny. "Pass my regards to Sanjay, too. The two of you were meant for this."

Chase could tell his comment was appreciated by the way Milton grinned. If there was anything Milton took pride in, it was making amazing fathers for their future child with Sanjay.

"I will, I will", Milton hummed pleasantly as he shifted his weight from the tips of his toes to the heel of his foot in a rhytmic manner. His chest was buff with pride.

Chase was grateful he was allowed this insight into Milton's life despite it always being a painful reminder of all the things he'd missed out on. He would've been an uncle. But he remained a friendly face, barely above a stranger, in the eyes of his brother. They exchanged a few more kind words.

"I'm, uh, really happy to hear things are looking up for you and Sanjay. I wish you all the best, Milton, truly. Fatherhood suits you." The angel offered a sweet smile - the kind that made Milton stop and look at him for just a second longer. "Thanks, Chase."

Then they parted ways. The daylight would last for a good few hours still.

#[ musings | chase ✨ ]#[ chase ✨ ]#[ drabbles ]#in a writing mood #i havent written anything like this in AGES #i hope its not complete garbage

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a-dorin · 1 year

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what to write what to write

#hmmm #in a writing mood #but also suffering from writer’s block #all at once

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schneiderenjoyer · 2 months

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