#random writing

[randomwriteronline]

Water for Gali was a sister, a second half, an extension. In the water she was whole, embraced, with nothing to fear.

Water for Nokama was an escape, a bubble of respite. Somewhere nobody could snag her, bother her, search for her.

Water for Hahli was a home and battle ground. She was invincible within it, untouchable, unbreakable, unreachable.

Air for Lewa was a safety net, a support; a pair of outstretched arms always ready to catch him before it was too late.

Air for Matau was a vehicle, another means of transport; something he had to master lest he break his bones upon it.

Air for Kongu was a second skin, a third limb; he knew better than anyone its shifting secrets, its so quiet language.

Fire for Tahu was an old rival. It curled on him, molded itself in his image, quipping amiably as they fought together.

Fire for Vakama was a tepid gaze. It reached out timidly, barely still burning, asking to be allowed in his hands again.

Fire for Jaller was a solemn promise. One he would need to hold tight, strengthened by discipline, to do right by it.

Ice for Kopaka was a taste of wilderness, carelessness, freedom; it was howling alone, dancing wildly in the silence.

Ice for Nuju was a breath of stillness, study, tranquillity; it was gazing in endless white to decode the world on his own.

Ice for Matoro was a scent of expectation, fear, tenderness; he entrusted to it his footprints, hoping they'd last.

Earth for Onua was peace and quiet. The songs it rumbled through him soothed him like kind hands easing his worries.

Earth for Whenua was reflection and wait. The stories it had written on its skin kept him company like many old friends.

Earth for Nuparu was knowledge and innovation. He heard in it his own voice as he mumbled during tireless workdays.

Stone for Pohatu was a rough comfort forced soft; when he wrapped it around himself like a blanket, he felt safe, warm.

Stone for Onewa was a tough tool forced smooth; when he shaped it according to his vision, he felt in control, certain.

Stone for Hewkii was a lean muscle forced strong; a part of himself that he exercised apart, to carve it into its zenith.

#bionicle #gali #nokama #hahli #lewa #matau #kongu #tahu #vakama #jaller #kopaka #nuju #matoro #onua #whenua #nuparu #pohatu #onewa #hewkii #random writing #'random will you ever write something that isnt just vague character pieces abt the toa' you think i have a say in what i write? #also NO i NEED to rip these bastards apart and look into their brains to see how they think and work and stuff

[ashestospace]

Sebastian watching the years pass by and then noticing little things are changing. When he runs his fingers through Meyrins hair there’s a few grey strands. Bard looks a bit more tired and there’s more wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t have to look down at Finnian when he talks anymore cause now he has to tilt his head up. He doesn’t have to button up Ciels shirt up and chose his clothes because his not a little kid anymore. He has to walk a bit slower so Bard doesn’t get out of breath even though he can fight just as good as the first time he got hired. He doesn’t have to clean Finnian face from dirt cause he always carry a handkerchief now on his back pocket to make sure his clean when he goes inside the Manor. Meyrin doesn’t get as nervous or flustered anymore, she just seems to softly pat on his arm every time Sebastian tries to make her flustered.

Yet every morning he wakes up to them waiting to help out with breakfast. Every morning he gets a soft squeeze of his arm by Bard or Meyrin greeting him sweetly as she pushes some of his hair of the way so they can start cooking. Their still the times he just watches Ciel and Finnian talk about things they enjoy with child-like joy. Ciel still needs him to stand by him or bring him a warm cup of milk at night. Ciel still calls him names with a either annoyment or a smile on his face. Finnian sometimes still cries to him when he gets overwhelmed. Meyrin still gets butterfly on her stomach once Sebastian does something impressive.

Yet….he still exactly the same.

#ahaha #wanted to write a little some #while I finish editing this new chapter #kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji ciel #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsujipost #cielinny #sebard #sebamey #anime #finnian black butler #random writing

[originalmoonkid]

Ab mein likh toh puri ek kitaab du uske nam par. Par kambakht daar toh is baat ka hai kahi saara zamana uska deewana naah ban jaye..

#desiblr #desi stuff #desi aesthetic #love #spilled ink #love rants #hindiwriting #random writing #txt post #writer of tumblr #poetry corner

[vacantfields]

... So. You had been avoiding the Daycare Attendants. You had known them for a few years now and had become relatively close to them! ... But ever since, a few months back, they've gotten separated into new bodies, you were, maybe, a little scared of them, you guess.

You were used to their big dinner plate-looking faces, along with their long limbs and odd personalities, that you adore, but now? Now they were 8 feet tall. They looked like they walked out of a model studio or something. Their broad shoulders and chests, their human-looking faces, it was all so shocking. So, as any normal person, you had gone home and taken a week off to really settle into the new look your two beloved jester boys had gotten. It's still them, you remind yourself repeatedly.

You still remind yourself that currently, months into the new looks they had. You couldn't look at them. Your face got red instantly every time. You've decided to avoid them for a while still, so you went on a different route for your night guard job this time. You walked past the Daycare, fidgeting with your flashlight. What you failed to remember is that both Sun and Moon are allowed to leave the Daycare as they please.

So you did not hear the double amount of bells jingling behind you as you checked a dark corner out near Rockstar Row to make sure there wasn't anything off. When you found nothing, you turned and froze as you craned your neck back to look at the tall Daycare Attendants. They looked... Upset. It's fair, you suppose. You had been avoiding them, but as you open your mouth to say something, Moon grabs the flashlight with his giant hand. It looks like a kid's toy in his hand, you note, and click it off so it doesn't mess with both of their eyes tossing it over his shoulder. You could hear it land on the floor with a thud.

Sun is the first one to speak. "Sunshine... Did we do something? You don't even..." his voice sounds so sad, strained, like he's trying not to cry. His rays are still out; you notice as they go in a slow wave-like pattern that somehow doesn't disturb his golden hair. He's also wearing his work outfit still: the jester pants, the shirt that matches, and the little silly shoes. "You don't come to greet us anymore, and you used to do it every day!" Sun said with a frown before looking down and away from you, his hands curled into fists at his sides.

You frown, and again you try to speak, but Moon steps in front of Sun and bends at his waist to make sure he's face to face with you, his grin wide, but you notice his eyes are duller, upset. Moon watched you for a bit, his black hair hanging and framing his face. "If you want to get out of this friendship we supposedly have, why don't you just say so, Star? Hm? Why don't you just tell us that you don't like us anymore?" His voice was tense, bordering on a growl.

You look down at the floor, ashamed. Your voice meek as you speak up. "I didn't mean to... I just-"

Moon cut you off again. "Just what? Star? You think we are freaky, don't you? That's why you avoid us. You only felt pity for us, I suppose, but that ran out, hm? I think you need to be punished-" He hissed down at you as he stood at full height. Sun had put a hand on Moon's shoulder, kneading it slightly, you notice. Your eyes then flicker to Sun's, and your heart breaks.

Your dear Sunlight had tears. Actual tears running down his cheeks. "You... Is that true? I thought you would like these bodies more, Sunshine! I only agreed because Moonie said you would like us more if we were..." He sniffled as Moon wrapped an arm around his slim waist and shushed him gently before turning his eyes back to you.

"Nightguard." Oh, that stung when Moon called you that. "I think you should go home for tonight. I will do the patrols." Was all Moon said before gently taking Sun's hand with his free one as the other was still wrapped around the other's waist. They had already started to walk away.

Moon gave you no time to respond as you stood there aimlessly.

You would have to fix this somehow. You were praying to whoever was listening that it wasn't too late to mend this wound you caused.

When you exited the Pizzaplex, you could still hear Sun's soft sobs in your head.

---

Part.... 2?

#Things Are Better AU #dca fandom #Writing #Drabble #Sun #Moon #Y/n #Daycare attendant #Random #Random writing #dca au #sun x y/n #moon x yn #Moon x Sun x Reader #Sad? #Yeah #FJSKFKSK

[taintedbenevolence]

Yandere Itadori Yuji + Yandere Sukuna x fem!reader Headcanons

! MINORS DNI !

A / N - NSFW content is only on Sukuna's section. Itadori is underage; I will not be writing NSFW content for him.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄          𝕀𝕋𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ𝕀𝕐 𝕐𝕌𝕁𝕀 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕐𝕆𝕄𝔼ℕ 𝕊𝕌𝕂𝕌ℕ𝔸 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘        ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ( + HEAVILY IMPLIED NSFW FOR SUKUNA )         𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕃𝕀𝔼𝔻 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾, 𝕄𝕌ℝ𝔻𝔼ℝ, 𝕂𝕀𝔻ℕ𝔸ℙℙ𝕀ℕ𝔾, ℕ𝕆ℕ-ℂ𝕆ℕ 𝔸𝔽𝔽𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ, 𝔻ℝ𝕌𝔾𝔾𝕀ℕ𝔾, 𝕄𝔸ℕ𝕀ℙ𝕌𝕃𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ, 𝕌ℕℍ𝔼𝔸𝕃𝕋ℍ𝕐 𝔹𝔼ℍ𝔸𝕍𝕀𝕆ℝ, 𝕊𝔸𝔻𝕀𝕊𝕄/𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕆ℂℍ𝕀𝕊𝕄 𝔻𝕐ℕ𝔸𝕄𝕀ℂ

ITADORI YUJI [SUKUNA'S VESSEL]

" I'LL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE ... I SWEAR IT.

                          JUST PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR LOVE. PLEASE! "

- ISFP - 15 y/o - He/him - March 20 - Caring + Obsessive Yandere 

Yuji, for the most part, isn't a yandere you can immediately notice. He does such a good job at hiding it that honestly, it could grow to be terrifying at how hidden it is. His obsession with you doesn't come out in front of you. Ever.

If you're unaware of it, he'll make sure you don't ever realize it, or at least try his best to make sure you don't. Both because he wants to keep the good friendship you have so far, and he doesn't want to unintentionally scare you off. He's rather gentle on a surface view, you could say. 

With the cheerful disposition alongside with that kind smile he possesses, Itadori is the last person you'd think is obsessed beyond redemption for you and you alone. And thank god he's trying to suppress it when you're present because if you just knew how unhinged he could be when it came to you ... only god knows if you'd ever see him the same again.

Yuji most likely doesn't admit he has an interest if anyone catches on that he's drifting off, thinking about something. Or someone. If somebody asked "do you like someone?" he will most likely shake his head no. He doesn't want anyone involved. Despite his accepting and carefree nature, he'd rather not drag in other people into his love life.

The few times you might rarely ever get a glimpse of his unhinged behavior is when somebody hurts you. The moment Yuji learns someone hurt you, he is beyond pissed off. He might be organizing himself in a rare occasion, but if he so much as hears a whisper or faint rumor that you were hurt?

He's not going to be happy. At all.

He will find you, no matter where you are, even if you're hiding. Any other matter can wait. They can scream at him that someone else is in need of help. But Itadori doesn't care. Not in the slightest. Not when you're the one who's in pain.

That's the scary thing of Itadori. As much as he cares for the wellbeing of the general population, he cares about you more than the rest. For all he cares, he'd die for you and kill for you. He'd do it all, go through hell and back just to be with you. He's like a switch. One moment, he's the caring boy you held a strong friendship with, the one who'd protect everyone.

The other? He could care less what happens to the world so long he gets to keep you for himself. Is that selfish? Yes. Is he aware? Yes. Does he care? Possibly. But will he ever bring himself to stop? Hell no.

You could say that as much as he hates it, Sukuna's traits might show a little when it comes to the latter side. He has no qualms in fighting for you. Verbally and physically. He just does not care.

As for how he tries to keep you for himself.. It's going to take him a long while to figure it out. The way he sees it, if he just drags you, it would terrify you beyond measure, and it wouldn't go too well. He wants to do it in a way you won't have problems with. Even though that's technically.. impossible.

He's definitely thought about taking you for his own with a chloroform rag, but he thinks it's too much of a hassle, and it'd still alarm you. He's also thought of knocking you out, leaving you unconscious until hours later, but he'd hate to hurt you.

So he just ends up being convinced about the fact that he can't take you for himself. Or at least, not kidnap you. Sounds good, right? Not really.

Because then he gets desperate. Increasingly so. He wants you. You. Just you. And he can't have that. And the more he grows desperate, the worse it is for you.

He begins to be a little clingy. At first, you just see it as something playful. He's just being adorable, how he clings to you, likes to be with you, you find it endearing. And for the most part, it is... right?

But it soon becomes a little concerning. He wants to be around a bit more than would be comfortable.

You're going out for a walk? Yuji's right by your side. You're buying some books to read alone? Yuji will accompany you! You want to go back home? He'll walk you back to it to keep you safe. You're calling a friend to make plans? He's going to tag along.

You were going to hang out by yourself someplace? Yuji so happens to be there already. You're going to a restaurant? He's gotten reservations! He's going to be with you, whether you like it or not.

If you ever asked him about it, he'd just say that he's doing this "for your own safety" despite the real reason being that he just is stuck to you like glue because of his obsession. But it doesn't end there. He begins to catch on that you're not exactly comfortable with this.

So he "stops" being with you so much, as much as it pains him. You feel relieved that he's not on your tail all that much, or at least, that's what you think. Because like hell he'd ever let you leave his sight. So he resorts to observing you from afar.

Contrary to what many would think, he makes it be very subtle, barely noticeable. The few times that you feel someone observing you, it's not something that makes you uneasy, and when you turn around and see nothing, you just tend to brush it off.

Yuji is patient. He has time. He has the will. He can wait for you to grow to love him too.

He'll wait until you confess with your face red and embarrassed. And he'll be more than happy to reciprocate. He'll love you with a full heart. So this could go two ways. It could turn out really well for you, so long as you don't find out the amount of people who've been indirectly threatened by him, and you keep loving him as the sweet darling you are.

Or it could be worse. You realize that any movement could result in a person's death. That your love is something sought after preciously. If you ever did, unfortunately, come to realize Yuji's obsession, you best believe he's not going to let you go anywhere.

Hell, if he has to strap you to a chair in your own room, he will- He's not going to risk letting you escape him now that you've found out the one thing he wished you hadn't. But at the very least, it also rids him of a burden.

He can now show you just how true his love his. His passion. His desire. It burns true and rightfully so. You'd do good to not outright reject him either. It would break him if you did, yes. His heart would be shattered. He wouldn't understand.

But at the same time, he would know why. Nevertheless, as much as he feels bad for you, he does not let go. At all. You'd expect that maybe after seeing your pain and dislike for this, he'd maybe loosen up a bit on the restraints, but no. If anything, he takes extra measures to be sure you won't go running away and escaping him.

And if you did manage to run away? Please; it's going to be less than ten minutes before he finds you once he realizes you're gone. It's pointless. You can't escape him, no matter how hard you try. And it'll only be worse for you if you managed to run and he finds you.

In all honesty, it is. His trust in you will decrease. Severely. If you had the freedom to even walk around through other rooms on your own, that privilege is also gone now. You're forced to be in the same place until Itadori comes back to be with you. He will make sure you don't run.

As kind as he is, he will be harsh, should you push him. A patient boy like him also has his limits. You ought to know better than to piss him off and cross the line.

Push his buttons enough times, and you'll begin to know what fear truly tastes like from firsthand experience.

Send your prayers. You might need them.

RYOMEN SUKUNA [KING OF CURSES]

" I'D KILL THEM ALL IF THEY SO MUCH

                      AS LOOKED IN YOUR DIRECTION. "

- ENTJ - 1000+ - He/him - UNKNOWN - Sadistic + Possessive Yandere

Oh, you're an unfortunate soul.

If you caught the eye of Sukuna, it's fair to say your life is only going to downhill from this point and on. He gives zero shits whether you're consenting or not. He will more than happily drag you kicking and screaming to where he wishes.

He is a highly possessive, jealous yandere. Definitely obsessive, but most prominently a possessive one. And it shows. He never lets you out of his sight. The moment you caught his eye, your fate had been sealed. And your end.. wasn't a good one, to put it lightly.

He's stalked you since day one, and there's no other way to put it. He has. He knows your routine, your preferences, your dislikes, what makes you tick, all of those insignificant details of yours that nobody cares to pay attention to. He knows you better than you know yourself, probably.

It would scare you to think about it. And he wants that. He loves your fear.

From the moment you met, it's clear to him that he's not gonna let you go. Maybe he's a little bit passive at first, just flirtatious, but it's far too dark what awaits you beneath the surface. And you couldn't be more blind to it.

Let's not count how many he's killed. Honestly, he's killed for less, so a massacre in your name is nothing more than a sweet, heartfelt course of action for your affection in his eyes. The blood on his hands is more than you'd ever be able to know.

You most likely tend to avoid him, given he is the King of Curses. You think he's someone who's best left undisturbed. And to a certain degree, this is true. However, in Sukuna's eyes, it only amuses him that you try to avoid him.

He thinks it's funny how you try to find an excuse to not get close to him and to avoid him when even still he manages to find you. He will definitely try to and scare you a bit by making appearances next to you without making a sound. It's like he's just appeared out of thin air next to you and every time he does it you're almost scared shitless.

( Though really, he's just.. stalking you and then showing himself every now and then just to say hi. He likes to piss you off. Yes, he's an asshole- )

Sukuna doesn't really care if his feelings towards you are unhealthy. Hell, he's a curse. Why should he of all people care about whether his feelings are healthy or not? It's not like he's not batshit crazy.

Oh, and remember how it was discussed he'd drag you kicking and screaming with no problem? Yeah, this man (curse) is kidnapping you. Good luck with that. It's better if you don't resist either, because come on. Look at him. He could kill you at any second if he wished to. You're getting more mercy than anyone else ever would by his hands.

Most likely there'll be no way to escape, and he'll have his own fun chaining you. He's not running risks. However, the restraints are more of a thing that he just would use for when he finally decides to take you for himself. He will be fucking you senseless.

Restraints such as chains, cuffs, and collars are an absolute thing he'd use on the occasion. He is tying you up. Sukuna is sadistic, and it shows. Knife-play may also be involved, though he takes care to not hurt you gravely, just enough to draw blood on some places. (As much as he hates to admit, he won't hurt you enough to kill you. He does care. In his own weird way.)

His sadism isn't just shown by the way he delights in your fearful expression when you plead him to spare others, to not kill them. It doesn't just show when you beg him, to the point tears brim from your eyes. It's honestly pathetic, the way he sees it, but he loves it. He's lovesick. Your suffering is his passion. Pain is pleasure, he'd say.

If you're a masochist, though? And you enjoy all that sadistic shit he makes you go through during sex? Oh god. You better not let him know. He's already a sadist as is, but knowing you enjoy that? It's going to amplify his excitement furthermore than is good.

The moment he realizes you like this, he will take things to a level above painful pleasure. He's going to put you through mind-breaking sex.

He's relentless, really, marking you in more ways than one, whether it be a mark on your neck left by a bite he did, or just fucking you until you can't even think properly anymore and you're all tight and wet, making you keep that length inside of you pushing and throbbing whilst you beg and scream. 

He wants you all to himself, so why wouldn't he go to the extremes? After all, he doesn't want anyone else to even touch you. Please. He'd kill them if they so even glanced at you in the wrong way.

It's not going to be hard for him to claim you as his, nor will it be hard to keep you. You can't escape from him. It doesn't matter where you run, where you hide, to whom you'll plead and beg to help and save you; he'll have his eyes on you and you alone, and he'll make sure that during that bothersome eternity he lives through, you'll be with him too.

#writing #my writing #x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #fem!reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jjk x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #itadori yuji #itadori yuji x reader #yandere sukuna #yandere yuji #random writing #prompt #going bonkers #minors dni #minors do not interact #mdni

[ingravinoveritas]

OFMD/GO crossover where Aziraphale and Crowley are invited to celebrate Calypso's Birthday and Aziraphale teaches Stede and the crew of the Revenge how to gavotte. Ed and Crowley watch while drinking wine.

Ed: "That one yours?"

Crowley: "Yeah. What--no, he's not actually mine. So to speak. He's an angel."

Ed: "Angel? Oh, mate, you've really got it bad, don't you?"

Crowley: "Do not."

Ed: "Do, too."

Crowley: "Not like I ever fantasized about him as a mermaid. Man. Mer-being."

Ed: "Fuck off."

(Crowley smirks while Ed looks annoyed as they both take another drink at the same time. Ed and Crowley's gazes drift back to Stede and Aziraphale respectively as they continue to watch them dance.

Fin.)

#ofmd #our flag means death #good omens #good omens 2 #ofmd 2 #aziraphale #crowley #stede bonnet #ed teach #i just want Aziraphale and Crowley at Pirate Gay Pride damn it #and Izzy and Jimbriel can sing Everyday as a duet #please universe make this happen #yes #the crossover i never knew i needed #calypso's birthday #writing #random writing #fanfic #sort of #discourse

[erraticprocrastinator]

Part 2 of "English Is Hard", the series where I talk about all the annoying details that can make writing a living Hell

Capitalising formal titles.

Oh, God, this one is a doozey.

It can be incredibly difficult to know when you're supposed to capitalise a person's title, especially when you're a new writer or working with characters in a more formal setting for the first time. Here are the tips I use to figure it out myself!

As a general rule, if the sentence would still make sense if the title was replaced with the character's first name, it needs to be capitalised. I've included a couple of examples below to properly explain.

After several moments, the Empress walked away, scowling.

After several moments, Alexandra walked away, scowling.

In this example, "the Empress" could be replaced with the character's first name, and the sentence would still be completely correct, so her title is capitalised.

"She does not want to be an empress, she wants to be normal."

"She does not want to be Alexandra, she wants to be normal."

In this case, although still referring to Alexandra's status as an empress, switching the title with her name does not make sense. This example is referring purely to the position, and not to the individual herself. Hence, it does not need to be capitalised.

Actually, that's another good way of summing it up: if referring to a specific individual, the title should be capitalised, but if referring to merely the position itself, it does not need to be.

A few more examples to expand on this:

Sadly, Queen Elizabeth passed away in 2022.

(the title could be replaced with just the first name and the sentence would still make sense)

Born in 1738, George became king in late 1760.

(the sentence refers to the position of king)

The Prince scurried past, giggling to himself.

He was a very important individual- the president, no less.

Now, when it comes to titles such as "sir" and "madam", the rule is a little different, but not terribly so. These should be capitalised if they are part of a title (eg. "Sir David Attenborough" or "Madam Pomfrey"), but should otherwise be left uncapitalised.

"May I present Sir William Lucas?"

("Sir" in this case is part of William Lucas' official title, and should be capitalised)

"I did not mean any offence, sir."

(in this example, "sir" is not part of a formal title, and does not need to be capitalised, even if the person was speaking to Sir William Lucas)

Madam Pomfrey was chronically overworked and underappreciated,

"I saw a young madam by the lake not long ago, she looked to be stressed."

There are so many other tidbits related to this, so many that I think I may even have to do another post further explaining all the nuances and finer details. Honestly, I could do an entire part just explaining when and how to capitalise family titles. There are a few things I've missed here, and more than likely exceptions to the rules that I've failed to mention, but I hope that this basic guide will help at least a bit.

#writing #writing tips #writing advice #writers #writeblr #writing community #creative writing #fanfic writers #writers of tumblr #ranmblings #writer rambles #writer ramblings #random writing #random advice

[ixylle-d-from-the-stars]

“You forget”

Okay but consider, aliens thinking humans are only surviving on our death world because of our machines since we don’t really have any natural advantages? Eg we don’t have tusks, fur, or anything else that aliens might think one needs so they make fun of humans. but that one alien who has gotten stranded on death worlds or even on some places of earth, and know we don’t technically need advantages or machines... (this is just me explaining things needlessly probably over explaining. its completely self indulgent bc i find humans funky and like explaining things :D)) The bar is loud, different species mingling, laughing, trading stories. In the back of the loud, hot as hell bar is a large group of Pilgrophams, huge, thick skinned species with bald heads and tusks, laughing, sloshing yalagran in their cups (also known as beer across many species) A few other species are there, a Swelvie, lean and muscular, with long talons and sharp carnivores teeth, and a long demon arrow tail. 3 or 4 Grublirgs, squat things with scales and powerful jaws, hands, and even harder fists, small spikes all across their back. “See thats where your wron’ Nakatachie, the humans could never survive without their precious little machines. photon blasters and what was it... bombs?” The Pilgropham laughs, sounding guttural. The group around him laughs as well, but not one lone being, squashed in the corner. A Frilgrettin, one of the smaller extraterrestrials, but, they have claws and poisons that could kill most species instantly. “They are deathworlders Potoki, don’t be fooled by their soft flesh” the Frilgrettin looks up at Potoki, the snide Pilgropham it seems, face serious. “Aren’t we all little Frilly? Where are their tusks? Their scale or fur or talons, hell, where are their poison tails?” The ogre like being says, thinking he made a point. The frilgrettin, called Brouve, chuckles. “Humans, do not need those things to survive.” “And how would you know?” Someone chimes in from the crowd of listeners. Brouve chuckles again. “I got stranded on XT-fl-1, 9th galaxy, with a pair. I would know” Some of the species around Brouve hoot, but most scoff. “Impossible. A human of all species would not be able to survive an 1 classified planet, much less one in the ninth galaxy.” The one named Potoki says, not buying it. Brouve raises an eyebrow at him, lifting his tail to reveal several poison glands missing. Further up his body, is covered in burn and cold scars from the 1-class planet. “Then I must be a ghost because I sure as void would be dead without those humans” More scoffs and outright laughs. Potoki, who seems to be some sort of leader of the group, being the biggest, goes to speak again but Brouve raises one of his appendages. “Now, you, are going to voided listen, because I’m about to tell you some shit that apparently, is not only common knowledge, but easily practised and conditioned on the humans Planet” The beings around him scoff, but its clear Brouve have their attention. Potoki crosses their arms. Brouve stretches the silence, thinking back to the 4 cyclings, or weeks as the human had said they spent on that hell of a planet. “first off, you must know humans have... other senses. Not only the semi standard of sight, hearing, touch, tasting and smelling.” “Humans, have several more obscure senses from what I could tell.” “She called it, her danger sense, watching sense, weather sense, and... common sense. We will get back to the rest later but first...” “A human’s danger sense, is the ability to sense danger, to an extent. For example, The human knew of predators near by simply by something she said was a ‘gut feeling’, which apparently humans fall back onto this feeling quite a lot, using it for most of their non-physical senses” Brouve took a swig of his beer, relishing in the way the large group had simply gone quiet to listen to him. “There were apex predator, ones even my venom could not take down- mind you, I’m not able to take humans down with it either. Their ‘immune system’ stops me from causing them any biological harm that way- and the human would simply know when it wasn’t safe. Jade would get up in the middle of the night, rushing us away for no identifyable reason, Mark- that was the other one’s name by the way- agreed, even if all she had done was mutter a few words in their native language, claiming something was coming when nothing had even changed. Neither were never wrong however, not when hideous, blackened, dangers creatures would stroll through our camp the other human had set up in the span of a day, maybe two.” Brouve took another swig of his drink jaw clenching. “They saved my life you know, mid attack. Humans are fast. Very fast. They simply outran the creatures and dangers after us” Brouve blinks the flashes of danger from their eyes, trying not to get sucked into the dark memories.  After a minute or so, before they lost the people’s interest, they started speaking again. “And a watchers sense, as mark called it. It’s kinda like the danger sense, just slightly varying.” “Humans can detect when something is watching them, from afar, or close by, hidden or not. Apparently,  yet again, they can ‘feel your eyes on them’ and even sometimes identify semi exactly where the stare was coming from.” Potoki scoffed, but they were about the only one, and it sounded forced. Like they believed Brouve but didn’t want it to seem that way. Acidic venom stung Brouve’s eyes, the flashes coming back more intensely, fear boiling his cold blood, and her wipes away the tears, determined no tto cry in front of everyone here in a packed bar “And- and weather sense.” “Their bodies physically react to changes in atmosphere, alerting them of weather changes and if it could potentially be dangerous” “A squeezing in their knee, sudden and certain sensations or pains, anything, sometimes changing depending on humans” Wide eyes filled with awe and admiration filled everyone’s faces, even Potoki seemed in amazement now. Although quickly burying it with a facade of skepticism. “Eh, you seem to know a lot, sure you didn’t just pick that up as some folklore, maybe a little white lying here and there?” The ogre jabbed. “I was on planet  XT-fl-1 for 4 cycles, with virtually nothing to do other than survive. We traded stories and they answered my questions, and jsut because your planet was mostly domesticated and you probably grew up in a nice 9th-class planet, doesn’t mean you can take away from humans. if you don’t believe me you can void off” Brouve stood up, walking away, some following, some staying as Potoki went green in the face but tried to laugh it off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alr what do you guys think :D guve me suggestions ideas and hc’s to write about as well plsss-

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are metal ad fuck #random writing

[memento-morri-writes]

thinking about self-sacrifice in media, and how we tend to see it as heroic. but what if people self-sacrifice because they don't value themselves? what if they think the best way to give their life meaning is to die to save someone else? thinking about characters who unlearn that ideology and choose to live, choose to find another way to save people. not because they don't want to help, but because maybe, just maybe, they started to see that they are valuable alive.

After all, what is self-sacrifice but self-destruction for a cause?

#the parallels between self-sacrifice and self-distraction... #are they really so different? #what is self-sacrifice but self-destruction with a cause? #morrigan.txt #tropes #my writing #thoughts #spilled ink #random writing #idk maybe everyone else thinks this is silly #but I think it's beautiful

[squidwardposting]

Aasan hai kya, kabhi na milne wale pyar ki rah dekhna...

Asan hai kya...

(complete it as per ur choice)

#desiblr #squidward posting #random writing #3 am thoughts

[brian-mc-brianson]

Bro I miss how unapologetically cringe the creepypasta fandom used to be, I now yearn for more Luna/19/wolf/demon ocs, If I ever see somone with a Mary Sue I will encourage them to make it even Mary Sue-er also cosplay cringe like, Cosplay as Ticci toby and follow your mask going "Masky masky masky masky" pls

#creepypasta #2010s #horror #mary sues #random writing #toby rogers #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby headcanons

[randomwriteronline]

God is asleep; God is dead.

God died for a moment, a moment only; a boy died as he shocked the life back into Its enormous body, wider than the entire universe, and now he is everything.

God is asleep; God is dreaming.

God sees us for the first time in Its dreams; It watches helplessly as we rush to stir It, working tirelessly as we always have, as we always must, only for Its body to be stolen once more.

God is asleep; God is silent.

God found humanity, found a life It could not live; God found Its Gods, but did not meet them, and fought Its brother among their children in the desert where both died, not alone, not together.

God is asleep.

Is It truly a God?

Can It truly be a God?

We look upon the body It was given, stolen; we look upon the body It borrowed, a faulty copy; we look upon the face It was forced within.

Is this truly a God?

Is this truly our universe?

But then, what is this above us?

But then, what is this below us?

What are these stars if they are not Its thoughts?

What is this ground if it is not Its muscle, bone, nerve?

God is asleep now.

God is smaller than us now.

Can you hear us, God?

Can you still hear us, God?

We look upon It and think.

We look upon It and wonder.

God?

Do you hear us?

Are you still our home?

Can we still come back home?

#bionicle #mata nui #random writing #(hands you this) (nods) (walks into the ocean)

[cosmicinkdrops]

A vampire alchemist who has created a synthetic human blood serum, not only to satisfy his hunger without hurting anyone, but to be able to donate blood.

A fae who only takes people’s names if they no longer want it and even helps them find a new one. She also guards nice humans from scams and takes people with nowhere else to go into the fae realm.

An elf so germaphobic he isolated himself in a castle that is magically kept pristine, with enchanted crystals creating purified air and visitors having to go through an intense regime of disinfectation before being able to enter.

A siren whose voice is so hurtful to the human ear that sailors will go out of their way to avoid getting anywhere close to her home.

A ghost that’s basically a disembodied soul attached to a sheet of cloth. It takes care of the old mansion it lives in and constantly forgets that it cannot go through solid objects.

A dragon that inhales fire and actively seeks to keep things from burning down. They also seek out hidden treasure to give to those in need and have scales that are really squishy.

A person who turns into a werewolf every night except during a full moon and is barely a functional human being throughout the day, only managing somewhat by drinking an excessive amount of coffee.

A succubus who is absolutely revolted by anything remotely sexual and feeds off of hugs, pats, cheek/forehead kisses, hand holding and cuddles instead.

A necromancer who’s going out of their way to seek out any dead souls rummaging on the Earth and talk them into going to the afterlife.

#writblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writing blog #fiction #mythical creatures #mythology and folklore #vampire #fae folk #elf #siren #ghost #dragon #werewolf #succubi #necromancer #original character #random writing #random writing idea #random fantasy stuff #random idea #fantasy #fantasy character #character prompt #fantasy ideas #reverse mythical creatures

[originalmoonkid]

Bachpan mein hua krti thi shameein

Ab toh seedha din se raat hoti hai.

#desiblr #desi stuff #desi tag #desi aesthetic #desi tumblr #rants #random writing #writer of tumblr #writes

[cyb3rscoups]

One thing I will never get tired of doing is pouring out my romantic fantasies into fictional men and writing them to surpass the standards of what love should be like all while putting black women at the forefront.

#attoye #alex livinalli #attuma #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #black reader #black writers #black woman writer #black woman #black girls #x black reader #soft love #wakanda forever #random writing #okoye #love domestic shit

[myladytara]

If we meet

ten years from today

will you remember to call my name?

Hey, I won’t be angry.

I hope you won’t be too?

Besides, who will we blame?

The strangers we became?

I think, ten years from today,

we’d be too wise to fight.

So may I ask you to sit beside?

And tell me how you’ve learned to be this quiet.

©Jaser Rambles

#jaser rambles #jaser #writeblr #writers and poets #collected #qoutes #casper #prompt #my thoughts #caspersoo #on love #lit #writerscommunity #book qoute #বাংলা #creative writing #writer #writers on tumblr #random #random writing