#testing my writing skills

[deadghosy]

lol don’t mind this, this is just me testing out my yandere writing skills.

YANDERE GIRLFRIEND X READER

You literally were relaxing, playing spider-man 2 on the ps5 when you heard a knock on your window. You turned your body to see your lovely girlfriend, who is a yandere. You never excepted to “score” a yandere.

Hell you didn’t even know she was a yandere with her pretty looks, her smartness, her being a sweet extroverted person with her peers…but that sweet persona was sour. And it reeked.

You jumped seeing her sickening sweet smile as she blushes seeing your (color) eyes stare directly at her honey eyes. “HIII BEBÉ!” She yells in a heavy accent. She was clearly mixed with Mexican and Asian as her father was Asian, specifically Chinese and her mom was Guatemalan. You sighed getting up as her slick dark brown hair flows in the wind. As much you didn’t wanna open the window, she was still your girlfriend. You open the window and she immediately leaped onto your body as she rubs her face against your chest.

“Oooh I missed you cariño~” she says cooing as your eye twitched. Your peace was completely ruined. You sighed nodding, giving her head a kiss. She lets a loving sigh as hearts are practically in her eyes. She lets go of you as she roams around you room. “My my, your room is a filth. You should take care of yourself!” She says tinkering around with your stuff, even your comic book collection. You wanted to tell her to stop touching your shit…but you value your life more. You sit on your bed, completely missing her gaze at you as she smirks with her pink lips.

“Darling…” she says with a tone sweet like honey. You raised a brow at her as she touches a comic. “I wanna hear about your day…y’know, after school of course.” You kept an eye for her, trying to see if she was trying to get at something but nothing came to your mind. You finally opened your mouth to talk to her. “Well my day was fine. I had a good breakfast, good lunch, and good Power Nap after a snack when I came home.” You said. She puts her hands together as she smiled at you, “lovely! I’m glad you had a good day…unfortunately I have something to say also about my day.” She says with a smile but narrowed eyes.

You gulped staring at her as her hand slides off the comic and moves towards you as she eyes your room. “So you see, I had a good day also bebé. Good breakfast, good lunch as I watched you eating alone….and a good after school activity as I finish my work in the journaling club.” You nodded as she listed off her day. But you felt as if that’s not only thing she was talking about as she lifted her head facing you directly.

She finally went in front of you as an intense staring contest came about as you just stared at her nervously. Her stare was like a primal predator to their prey. “Mi luz, tell me about what I heard today from someone…” “heard what?” You asked nervously by her burning gaze in your skull. It was like she was directly looking into your soul.

She gripped your chin, making you eye to eye with her. “I heard a little piggy told me you were walking with some whore.” She says with venom in her tone. Your eyes widen as her honey eyes darkened into your own (color) eyes. “I didn’t walk anyone to clas-” “lies.” She says quickly, shutting you down as she grips your chin tighter. Making you hiss in pain. “You were holding hands with that skank…weren’t you…?” She says asking you.

“What?! THAT’S not true, I would never-” before you could say anything, a pair of your scissors from your desk flew past you as you swiftly dodge it, merely gaining a little slash on your cheek.

She whipped out her knife swinging at you with a pouty face as you dodged it swiftly, catching her arm as she smiles with a crazed look at you dodging. She obviously found it hot and adorable at how quick you are despite you being a lazy piece of shit.

And of course she flipped your over on your back, you groaned as she stabs her knife by your head. She then gets on top of you, having her hands on your chest and her eyes burning in your skull. That made you sweatdropped as you stare in her crazy eyes that start to shimmer red. “If I hear you were walking another girl, or even a boy. I’m cutting your hands off…” she says with a sick sweet smile you nodded scared for your hands and life.

“Good.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere girl #yandere girlfriend #testing my writing skills #not making this a series.

[ruporas]

wow?! amazing stunning inspired incredible especially the cigarette smoke panel

thank you so much !! i also liked working on that panel hehe i’m glad others liked it too :’)

#asks #ANSWERING THIS a bit late… thank you for sending this!! i’m Very relived to hear ppl liked this comic amcndmf #when i read thru the tags i was like thank god….. it was definitely a test of my Comics execution skill as opposed to story tbh #so when ppl pointed out paneling and stuff i felt like i did a good a job (happy) #but then on top of it ppl liked the writing too and that made me explode a krillion times (/positive)

[nah-man-ily]

Old vinyls.

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader.

Summary: Joel's feelings bloomed even before the outbreak. 20 years, a lot of losses and survival later, he finally finds one of his missing pieces. A Joel Miller one shot.

A/N: bro I have NO IDEA of when I actually wrote this, I just remember it taking me a few days to finish, and I never posted it bc I tought it was bad, but now I reread this and OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS WONDERFUL?! Hope you guys like it as much as I did :)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, soft Joel, drinking, swearing, lil bit of angst, happy ending, this thing is long af, it's been a long while since I watched the show/saw anything about the game so it might be a little out of character or just "off" in general, there's not really any mentions of gender for reader so here you go my fellow non binaries :D

Anyways, let's get to the fic.

You knew Joel.

Before the outbreak he was a single father, a very caring and loving one. Being his neighbor meant seeing him every now and then, being that type of colleague you see once in a while and say hi.

At least for the other neighbors.

You, in the other hand, was much more close than that.

To start with the fact that Tommy was your best friend, you two met at high school and became inseparable, so naturally you would know his brother, Joel, and his niece, Sarah. You always lived there, nearby, so it was normal for you to hang out with both brothers whenever you could and even take care of Sarah when Joel would come home late from work. You knew her since she was born and, hell, she was almost part of your family too.

Not that you would admit it out loud though. But you really cared for her, and for her father.

As you grew closer to Tommy, you grew inevitably closer to Joel as well. Since you met him you knew he was a cool guy, respectful but yet playful, not like the guys you met before that only talked about hooking up and making out, no, Joel was gentle and friendly and, when you know him, talkative. It always drew your attention how he looked after Tommy and, later on, Sarah. it was endearing to see.

When Sarah was 12, you moved in the house right next to Joel's, wich was the number one reason you became so close to him.

Oftenly you picked Sarah from school and had her sleep in your house because Joel would come home late, always recieving an apologizing look and a shy smile the morning after when he would come to take her home and, oh! How you loved that smile.

To "pay his debt" (as he liked to say) he'd take you out to some bar or a restaurant whenever Sarah went on a sleepover at a friend's house, and you two always ended up sitting on the corner just sipping on your drinks and talking about life, giving each other advice, sharing life experiences, and above all having a good time. He'd also not drink any alcohol just to drive you home safe, and refuse to listen to any of your protests.

One night you were at a restaurant, on the other side of the city, talking like always and Joel laughed at something you said, genuinely laughed. And that was when you realized you had fell in love with the man, you were always giving him those looks and scarlet cheeks without even noticing, until this night came and changed everything, you were now aware of every little glance, casual touch, any smile and laugh he gives you, you were drunk i this feeling.

But Joel? Oh, he already knew that for so long.

The moment for him was when you came to lunch with him and Sarah at his house, something around a year before. You helped him cook the meal, wich made him notice how much better that dish tasted with your touch to it whether it being just your presence or the ingredients you put, he wasn't quite sure yet.

After you all ate, you sat on the couch and Sarah suggested to put on some music, and right after that start looking through Joel's vinil collection. Let's say she knew what she was doing, first she put on some rock, Gun's and Roses, just in the ambience as you both talked and she washed the dishes. After that she found the vinil Joel had bought only and exclusively because you recommended from a band you really like, you say it reminds you of home, as your father used to play those songs all the time.

He watched as your eyes went wide with a look of excitement when realization washed over you, the melody forcing you to your feet and pulling Sarah. You rocked back and forth, dancing with the teenage girl, as you sang with the most wonderful voice you ever had.

The sparkle in your eyes mixed with Sarah's laughs and the vibe of the song made him realize how much of a wonderful person you are. Always kind to other and wiling to go out of your way to help someone, your charming personality and your unique style, oh! How much he loved that.

Joel not only saw your gorgeous features but also you, the real you. That is scared of thunders, that loves music, that cooks like a chef and have those little quirks and mannerisms he picked up unconsciously, all of that drove him out of his mind and he loved the feeling of loving you, it made him feel alive. Of course seeing how much Sarah likes you too and the way you're so caring towards her just makes it clear: you're the one for him.

Joel's drunk into it since that day. Every time you wave at him from your yard, every time he takes you to these restaurants and bars, when he sees you in his passanger seat, and the fact you just grow more and more admirable to him... It only makes him want you even more, it makes him want to be the one to treat you right after seeing so many partners destroy you. He'd glue pice by piece if needed.

Talking of bars... In one of those times you two went out, you decided to leave the bar you were at and go back to Joel's place. The food at the bar was absurdly expensive and your stomachs were grumbling way too loud for you to just spend the rest of the night there.

Once you got to his house, he made two sandwiches for the both of you and you ate slowly, never losing the topic you were talking about. When you two finished, Joel went to wash the dishes and once again you decided to put on some music.

Looking through his vinils you saw one you also had, a very very old one, dated in the 40's/50's. It started to spin and a few songs into it, it started playing one you really liked: 'Cheek to Cheek - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong'. By that time Joel had already finished, he walked into the living room still wiping his hands with a towel when you started swaying around to the calm yet enthusiastic beat.

Moving your hips, you felt the melody entering your body and giving you the best feeling of peace. For Joel you looked ethereal in such form, unworried and calm.

A tought crossed his mind and he acted on it before the opportunity scaped. Joel approached you behind your back as you still had your eyes shut closed, feeling yourself through the song, he then placed his right hang on your waist testing the waters. First he had to know if you were okay with that, little did he know you were melting inside, unable to come up with something to do or say in that moment, so you just kept going, like nothing was happening.

As you didn't show any sign of discomfort or didn't flinch from his touch, he placed the left hand on the assigned place on your waist like it was supposed to be there for so long. Now becoming more comfortable, he swayed with you and came even closer, with that your hands automatically went to his, guiding them lower to your hips.

It felt like a dream for the both of you, and of course you wouldn't ruin it with any obvious comment, so you just accepted each other's presences and enjoyed it.

By the middle of the song you kept your hands in his as you turned to face him, still dancing lightly.

Joel looked into your beautifully colored irises and saw the contentment, making him bloom a smile of his own. As you also stared at his honey eyes you placed your arms on both sides of his head, lightly and gently wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck.

Ever so slowly you approached each other unconsciously, ending up doing exactly what the music says, dancing cheek to cheek.

In a few moments you pulled back, just to look at him in the eyes again, now you saw the desire and all the unspoken words and your eyes dropped to his mouth, slightly open and awaiting for what comes next. Yet you decided to speak up before things got confusing.

"I, uhm..." You start, looking down "I really like you Joel, and I don't mean just as a friend or in a way to get this situation to increase... I really do like you, and I have for a time now" now you look into his eyes again.

Joel seems surprised, probably much more because you had the courage to say it first than with the actual statemente, he already suspected your feelings. He opened his mouth a few times, looking for the best words to not fuck this up.

Before starting he let out a relieved breath "when I'm with you I feel alive" he let's out "You make my days a little bit brighter and you bring the colors of love back into my life" Joel laughs "gosh, I'm not even good with words but for you I have practiced this speech for so long... Waiting for the day I would be able to call you mine".

His gaze soft yet eager for you, analyzing every reaction of yours, he's been waiting for so long, poor man. While you're still processing what he just said.

"then do it, I've been your's for so long already" you breath out, coming closer again, but thus time your lips finally touch.

After that, what I can say is that your relationship is solid as rock, you love each other so much and absolutely no one can get into it, you are inseparable.

... Well, at least you thought.

A few days before the outbreak it was your father's birthday and you couldn't just not see him like the past two years, you decided to visit him, perfect timing for disaster.

As the snow falls outside the window of your house in Jackson, you remember it all like it was yesterday...

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" - you ask Joel as you hold onto his jacket. He just returns with a chuckle.

"C'mon! There's still time! You go home, pack your's and Sarah's things and I buy you two tickets, what do you think?" - you try again.

"You know I can't just leave everything behind, love. Sarah has school and I'm about to take that project" - Joel plants a kiss to your temple.

You're disappointed but not surprised, you alredy knew he couldn't come with you, but something within told you to push him and Sarah into that bus with you. Maybe it was just the idea of being three weeks away from your boyfriend, but there was still a bad feeling in you that you can't seem to get rid of.

He locks eyes with you, his honey eyes always seemed the things to calm you down don't matter what happened, and he opened his mouth to say something but the words never came out, you decide to talk then.

"I know love, I just... Have a bad feeling, you know?" - you sigh, looking to the ground then back at him.

"I'll miss you a lot" - you confess.

His gaze softens, with his hands wrapped around your face he leans to a kiss, that is interrupted by an announcement on the speakers, saying your bus was waiting.

Joel gives you one last peck on the lips before pulling you into his embrace. The man is not very good with words, you know that, so this is his way of saying 'I'll miss you too'.

When you pull back, his big brown eyes are filled with unshed tears, sight that make your own set water up. Painfully you break free from his grip, slowly walking away as the tears rolled down both of your cheeks.

...

When you first came to Jackson and you saw Tommy again after 20 years, you had talked to him about... Well, over all everything that happened but mostly what happened to Joel.

But Tommy isn't dumb, he knows who you are even after 20 years apart, he knows if he ever tells you where Joel is you would go flying to him in the same instant, but with all those ridlers and infected around he couldn't handle the idea of letting you go, even more after just reuniting with his biggest friend. He won't risk it.

When you two sat and talked, you asked him if he knew where Joel was, but Tommy shrugged, said in a breath that he just didn't talk to him for a long time and, as Joel is, he probably didn't stay in the same place for too long.

He also tol you about Sarah... With a painful voice he told you how he just watched as he lost his niece and his brother on the same night, because Joel just... Wasn't the same anymore, he changed, he did things (but Tommy never told what things)... Joel isn't the same man you met 20 years ago.

"Well, I didn't expect him to be the same" - that's what you told him, gaining a pitiful gaze from your friend.

Tommy feels pity for you, he thinks you're so lost in the world, and that you need for a purpose so bad, you will chase down any opportunity to go back to that old life of yours. You told him it wasn't about it but of couse he never listened, he just wished for you to wake up to reality, wich in his mind was, that you are now safe, in a place you can live the rest of your life in peace.

But it didn't erase your deep sadness.

It's been five months since you came to Jackson, it haven't been half as bad as you tought it would be, actually people here are neighbourly, everyone helps everyone. Gosh, you like this place. But you can't forget how lonely you feel now.

Of course, there's Tommy and his wife, but now you live alone in this enormous house he got you. Such a huge place and nothing to fill it with if not solitude. But the worst part of it is how seeing Tommy again resurfaced the feelings for Joel you so long burried away, as the only way you found of copig with the fact you would never see him again.

The problem is that now there is hope.

And suddently the urge to know more, to find him, hits you. You can find him, you just need the right clues.

You came back to your house, unlocking the door and shutting it behind you, you saw the map spread over the dining table and for a brief moment the possibility of staying and just... Leaving Joel be, crossed your mind. For a moment it doesn't seem so bad after all... If he didn't come to you before, why would he want you now? The person who took people's lives, who learned how to use a gun on their own, who can't sleep at night with the ghosts of the people they killed... You're not yourself anymore, why would he want you back?

But before you could think further into it, a knock behind you brings you back into reality. Turning the knob again to open it, you saw Tommy, in an euphoric state.

"You need to come with me, right now" - The man says with a wide smile across his face.

You're still clueless - "What happened?".

Before answering he pulled our of the door, dragging you by your arm across the street, right to the construction he was helping with.

You see the horses and recognize some of the people standing with them, but there's one little girl, around 13 or 14 years old, you can't record.

Abruptly Tommy stops to turn to you, with tears on his eyes - "someone heard your prayers, my friend".

He then placed a hand on your shoulder, leading you into the crowd of people, as you got further into it, your eyes catch Maria talking to a man, his salt and pepper hair falling over his eyebrows and then you saw it.

His big brown eyes.

Staring into your own.

Your heart drops and your knees turn weak. How are you even still standing?

"Joel?" - you call his name, but he is still unsure if it's a dream or not.

His heart beats loud on his ears with the realization, you are alive.

Tommy lets go of your shoulder and you waste no time in running to Joel, straight to the safety of his arms, safety you longed during 20 years. But yet he stays froze in place, maybe his mind was tricking him? Could it be an hallucination? He's tired and haven't slept in at least three days, he can't just trust his eyes right away.

But it is not necessary.

You finally get to him and he don't hesitate, his hands reaching for both sides of your face as he examinates it. Your gaze never leaving his as well.

Desperate arms pull you into his embrace. He smells like wet grass and wood, not the expensive cologne he used to wear when going out with you, but it isn't a problem. After all you found him, or better saying, he found you.

Joel tuck his fingers around the back of your neck and under your hair as he wishes to get closer to you, if it's possible. And he cries.

You hear his snifles on your ear and feel his tears leaving a wet spot on you jacket.

Joel's not good with words, you know that, but this is him saying "I missed you". This is him telling you about Sarah, Tess and how he lost himself the night of the outbreak, and it doesn't need one word to make you understand. He lost everything. But for what it seems, he just found everything again.

#I'm simply in love with my writing skills #anyways I have a test tomorrow so... #joel x male reader #tlou joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us

[zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas]

why did i decide to read the bad reviews of tfc.... pls i'll commit hate crimes

#making my head hurt #idk im probably being a major hypocrite by writing this post out but like be so for real #theres a review like 'this book was trying so hard to test my reading comprehension skills' i am very sad #to tell you #that perhaps u do not have reading comp skills u mindless buffoon #these books fucking flowed like WATER DOWN A STREAM #'as a writer myself' boy i sure hope no one is subjected to ur mindless writing #tw vent #im sorry for anyone reading these tags theyre so unbelievably bitchy and catty

[silentwolflily]

PLEASE give me ideas for short little scenes to put in the hurt/comfort I’m writing. They’re gonna be flashbacks that Shadow has when he’s being… tortured? I guess that’s the best way to explain it. Cute slice of life / fluff scenes with Sonic is what I’m going for for this part.

#writing this fic is MESSING with me #I apologize in advance #ngl I’m so scared that my writing isn’t good enough to write more serious topics #I usually stick to fluff but this fic is testing my writing skills and I love it #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #sonadow fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #sonic #fanfiction #sth

[jahiera]

seeing people complain about their oaths breaking for slaughtering the goblin camp unprompted and the comments are like "but aren't the goblins evil??? why cant you just kill them????" buddy.... maybe you're just not a very good paladin......

#not to flex but my oath only broke once and that was when I test ran That astarion ending.... #so it never really broke at all... #every time I see complaints about things that are Very Easy in the game and take No Effort at all it unlocks my Skill Issue impulse #but it's specifically about when people miss character beats that are easy to hit #and I don't mean being Evil I think that's fun & sexy I mean SPECIFICALLY #complaining about gameplay or character writing 'it doesn't make sense' yes it DOES. skill issue. #''these people are evil'' you can't just claim an entire group is evil & go in & kill them without giving a fair warning first buddy #pers ⚔️

[skitskatdacat63]

I have to write a relatively long German paper, and man its just so difficult for me. The pro side is that I can pick any topic I want, so of course I picked Charles VI. But I've literally not written any German in months, and I'm almost 100% sure our prof doesn't actually read them. I should just write and submit boy king fic....

#i wish it was in English #bcs i would be very happy about it #but i have lost so much capacity for any German writing #bcs he sucks so much as a prof and has dropped the ball on actual language learning imo #how am i supposed to suddenly write a 7-8 pg paper after youve spent all our class time just lecturing at us #and giving us no real opportunity to really learn or test our skills #i shall.. probably just cheat. #LIKE i want to learn german so badly #but what the fuck is the point of even trying when i know im not going to get actual feedback on my writing #why should i even try at that point. put that much effort in and know that he doesnt really care at all #it just sucks so much bcs i genuinely love and am so fascinated w the topic #but the idea that id put so much work into translating it only for him not to read it really kills me #again. just submit boy king fic and see if he notices sjfkgllblb #but do you know what i mean? like im sure ill write a good version in english that i think is actual good content #but translating it is such a lost cause bcs all the effort is reallt for nothing #like atp im jusy interested in the history more than making an effort w the language #ugh i wish i wasnt this way but yknow lack of stimulation anf feedback really kills my enjoyment and interest #like see i can convince myself that thr eng version of teh paper is my typical personal research #<- i mean im making a fucking family tree for funsies so this isnt that far off #but the translation part is so difficult bcs my german has been eroding a bit SOB SOB #lol anyways i say this bcs i was plotting a boy king fic in my head as i was goong to bed #and was like oh i shoulf write it out tmr! and then remembered I HAVE AN ESSAY UGH #well yeah. suffering. we'll see how i feel abt i write the original copy and if i have the capacity to germanify it #i just feel so guilty about it. cheating. I dont want to and it feels so low effort and terrible #but why would i force myself thru all that for a guy who barely reads it #catie.rambling.txt

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The Zombie Outbreak Part 1 of 3 (This fic is canon divergent. Also, it's based on this headcanon)

It was the night of October 31st as the "witches" who were publicly hung were coming back from the dead.

They stumbled and staggered through town, searching for human flesh to feast on.

Each year, this curse had a significant impact on Gravesfield, as the residents who lived there would immediately hide inside their homes and shops when the news of the zombie outbreak came out.

...

Patience Wittebane remained safe and secure in her husband's protective arms as the two kept quiet and concealed themselves behind the counter of a dark bakery as a robotic being with rotting flesh shambled around the shop.

They both could feel their heartbeats quicken with each slow step the monster took, its footsteps creaking on the wood floor.

Running didn't seem like the safest option for them since it was better to stay inside than it was to be outside with the undead.

As they continued to sit on the floor in fear, the couple closed their eyes and began to pray a silent prayer to the Lord.

They pleaded not only for their own safety, but also for the safety of their sons who were at home.

They concluded their prayer by requesting God to grant their sons the courage necessary to endure until sunrise.

...

As a zombified woman who Philip and Caleb used to know eeriely clawed at their window, Little Pip started to make faces at her.

Caleb quickly yanked the blinds shut.

"Philip, please don't do that," Little Caleb told his younger brother in a stern voice.

"We want to do our best to keep the dead away from our home, doing that will most certainly attract them here."

As the oldest, it was Caleb's job to ensure that none of the creatures from the grave could see inside their home.

He was very thankful that their father had decided to board up the entrance and other windows to prevent the dead from entering inside before he and his mother left together to buy something sweet at the town bakery before the apocalypse.

Speaking of his parents, Caleb hoped they were doing well and not in any danger.

Suddenly, sounds were heard coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, Caleb, what are those sounds?" Philip asked with a whisper, looking to his brother for a possible answer.

"I'm not sure," Caleb quietly replied, trying not to squeak.

As the two go to investigate the noise, they immediately gasp as their eyes widen when the boys spot a severed zombie hand raiding their cupboards like a raccoon.

"H-How did that hand even get in here?" Caleb asked, his voice shaky.

"I don't know," Philip began, giving a glare at the menace in their kitchen. "BUT LET'S GET HIM!"

Hearing that, the hand jolts up in fear and immediately crawls up to the ceiling before crawling away.

Philip and Caleb chase the hand around the house in a small montage, but they are unsuccessful in their attempts to catch it.

By the end of it, both boys are extremely out of breath.

"What do we do now, Pip?" A short-winded Caleb asked, exhausted.

"Hmm..."

As Philip starts to think, his blue eyes begin to light up.

"Ooo, I know!" He exhaled, eager to put the plan he had thought of into action.

...

When the hand returns to the kitchen, it finds a plate with a raw fish sandwiched between two slices of bread on the floor.

Curious, the hand slowly creeps up towards the sandwich.

"Gotcha!" Caleb shouts and jumps out of his hiding place to trap the hand in a brown sack before tying it up.

A triumphant smile spreads on the blonde's face.

"Yay, Caleb!" Philip cheers, coming out of his hiding spot to praise his super brave big brother.

"You did it! You got him! See? I told you my sandwich making skills would come in handy! Can we keep him?"

He could be their little pet!

Philip wants to teach him about bathroom rules.

"Probably not, Pip," Caleb chuckled, patting his brother's head.

"I don't think mother and father would allow it."

#(I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE A FIC LIKE THIS 😭 😭 😭) #(also testing my skills to tell a continuing narrative) #(hope u all enjoy!) #the owl house #owl house #toh #patience wittebane #wittemom #wittedad #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #kid philip #belosfanstakeover #caleb wittebane #kid caleb #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[sweetestdumpling]

Extend your arm forward, control your breathing, pull back, contain your emotions.

It was simple instructions, ones she used to only think about in the moment, but forget the second her attention was grabbed by something else.

Even with the growing noise around her, she never stopped her movements, keeping her focus and breathing even. That is, until she felt a light tap of a finger on her thigh.

"Excuse me, Jiějiě..." It was the voice of a young girl. Almost immediately, Xiaoyu opened her eyes and got into a standing position before looking down at her with a smile.

"Yes?"

The girl looked nervous, but there was no need for her to be. Xiaoyu gave her time to gather her thoughts, which didn't take very long, before she held her hands out towards her with a shy smile.

"I made you some bracelets! It's a present...as a thank you for everything you've done, a-and helping me."

"For me? Ah, Xièxiè! You're so sweet!" Xiaoyu gently took one of the bracelets, holding it up to the sun. It was stitched together with orange yarn, and what seemed to be glitter sparkling in the sunlight.

"I know it's not...exactly the best and it...might be a little tight since I didn't know your size but I wanted to share something with you..."

The girl shyly looked down, perhaps embarrassed by her stitching, but Xiaoyu easily placed it on her wrist.

"Fits like a glove!"

The girl seemed to beam at that, Xiaoyu quickly grabbing the other one and holding it out for her to place her hand through. Once the girl realized this, she eagerly placed her hand through.

"Hehe, see? We match!"

The girl laughed, something Xiaoyu hasn't heard in a while. It felt good to see her happy again.

"If...If I make you anything else, will you wear it?"

"Of course! I want to see how much your embroidery improves. Before long, you'll be teaching me something!"

"Me? Teaching you?" The girl sounded in disbelief.

"Yep! I was never good with my hands, at least with silk and a needle. It wasn't until Yéyé stepped in did I know what to do with them."

At the mention of him, the girl's mood seemed to dampen. It wasn't her intention but Xiaoyu couldn't blame her for it either. Jinrei knew how to make a name for himself, ever since he was young. Not having his spunk around anymore left an obvious hole, one that Xiaoyu didn't realize she missed until it was already too late.

"I miss him." The young girl's voice interrupted Xiaoyu's thoughts. She gave her a smile, and a gentle pat on the head.

"I do too. But it'll be okay, next time we meet up, I'll teach you a few things about stances while you keep teaching and showing me your sewing skills. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Xiaoyu held her pinky out, the young girl using her own pinky to complete the deal. After a few more exchanges, Xiaoyu waved the girl goodbye, watching her disappear in the distance before sighing.

She sat down on the grass, listening to everything around her this time. The wind, the laughter, the talking, the birds, the whistling.

She was spunky when she was young, childish too, maybe she got it from him. Xiaoyu didn't know anything about his life when he was younger, but she knew he got his wisdom from somewhere. She only learned about his connections to the Mishima family once she was older.

Maybe she would have turned out to be more traditional if he wasn't around, maybe she would have eventually gotten better with her sewing skills like her parents initially wanted.

Xiaoyu was loud, rambunctious, maybe even a troublemaker compared to her more relaxed parents. They didn't know what to do with her, so eventually, he would suggest her to put all that energy into fighting.

It was thanks to him that they changed their minds.

"I'm still learning, Yéyé. I've gotten better but...I still have a lot to learn. I won't let you down, I promise."

Her phone soon began to vibrate, the young girl glancing down to see a message from her father. She quickly took hold of it, seeing the time, and immediately letting out a yell.

"Ah, I'm late! They're gonna kill me!"

Metaphorically of course. Xiaoyu quickly gathered up her things, haphazardly placing her jacket into the bag as she stood to her feet, running off and away from the park. Eyes watched her curiously but she paid them no mind as she answered her phone.

"Yes, Bàba? No, I didn't oversleep, it's still..." She checked her watch. "...well, not morning anymore but it's not late! It's only after 12! I'm on my way right now! I'll pick up some jianbing on the way! Tell Māmā not to start without me!"

Maybe there were still quite a few things she needed to get better with.

#{ Testing out my writing skills kdgkf lets see if I still got it #wanted to write something about Xiao being in China visiting her parents or something. I don't know what part of China she'd be #from just yet but this is me just kind of rambling; it may or may not stick. I find myself actually reading a lot about #Chinese culture and stuff just in general even if its fictional stories; honestly just read a book about #a real life Chinese medical doctor back in the 1500s and its super interesting; ANYWAY THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS #if anyone reads it I hope it's enjoyable in its own way at least ^^ #once again thanks as always for the patience~ Hope you're all doing great }

[cliveguy]

last night after seeing all those tweets about booktok and dark romances i was like ok i officially need to practice writing violence and horror because i get embarrassed about it. and ended up writing something so nasty that if booktok read it i would be hunted and killed.

#um.txt #literally it was just fanfic to test my skills but it was horrific. might go through with writing a full fic that makes #a little life look restrained #i actually quite enjoy writing horror and violence and nasty shit BUT i do feel a sort of self consciousness about it

[creakincreek]

I found out I can draw on my notes app

#It's really bad to draw on but great for when I don't want to actually write notes in class #I say that but right next to those drawings is history stuff HSHDHJSH #rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #save rottmnt #tmnt #my art #rottmnt fanart #This was also testing my colour theory skills (on the second one) #I just realized I forgot Mikey's shell in the second one ggggrrrrr #whatever #it's just for fun :] #creeks silly school doodles

[uefb]

I love the Goldstein sisters 😭

#and yes - maybe I’ll write them one day actually passing the damn bechdel test but today is not that day #even poor theseus can’t pass the bechdel test in my fic these days and he and Newt are men so #whatever I suppose that’s what happens when you’re writing tina/newt fic #I’m finally almost done with this hell of a damn chapter #fic: head full of fairies #my stuff #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts fic #goldstein sisters #Queenie goldstein #Tina goldstein #newt scamander #newtina #also honestly I’m not sure Tina’s skill is actually people but the jury’s out on that for me for now)

[astral-from-afar]

How the fuck did I get an A

#astral writes #im doing some papers and am flopping HARD again #you would not believe how bad I’ve gotten #arghhh #why is it that after every test my skill level goes back to the negatives #marking it and kms

[enden-k]

someone stop me from writing an essay on this fictional character and how happy and understood i feel that it lit overwhelms my senses and brain whenever i open my mouth to my friend to gush and ramble, its 2:50AM

#yes this is about al haitham #my cat stole my fav spot in my bed and i cant sleep now bc not good spot + al haitham thoughts #al haitham and childe who both make me feel understood bc of shared trauma/the autism/etc bla; testing my essay writing skills fr #personal #tbd #eating them both bye BYE

[deus-ex-mona]

it’s ✨okay✨, right~?

#s o rry rant incoming im just. re a l l y crabby after working for 8.5 consecutive hours with no proper break okie~? </3 #ayEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE ADMINS AT MY WORKPLACE CAN GO K I C K R O C K S #their time management is somehow worse than mine and i suck balls at it?????? SJCFJFFHDHHD I THOUGHT Y’ALL WERE BETTER AT YOUR JOBS MANSSSSS #the!!!!! admins!!!!!! sent in over a hundred samples without any info sheets and stuff so the morning shift literally couldn’t get started!! #doing the morning shift’s part of the job was. annoying. to say the least. especially when said work could’ve actually been done (ʘ‿ʘ) #dammit workplace admins you had one job </3 #and n o it’s not to send in the sample info sheet things at the same time as the pm shift’s reporting time </3 #and as if that weren’t enough.. the!!!! admin!!!! refused to go home in the evening?????? and sent in like 80 samples at like 8.30pm?????? #and that’s not counting the samples that were yeeted in at 5pm </3 truly sadge #and o f c o u r s e we haaaaaaaad to be short-staffed today lmfao. the two workstations life compels me to lay down on the floor and c r y . #but bc i’m just ✨too great✨ at my job you see (lies) i finished my stuff way too early and had to do other extra tests too s o b s #and that included a test that i don’t fully know how to do (sadge) #well. at least that test involved the use of a microscope. thank you past me for attaining magic skills with microscope zooming and stuff #seriously. thank you past me. i can almost forgive you for choosing to enter the f r e a k i n g ✨s c i e n c e✨ industry of all things #but hmmmmmmm im amazed that i actually managed to finish everything across those two stations. am i too good at my job or ✨w h a t✨ (lies) #but man. m a n. none of this even gets into my secret beef with the data entry admin. #she can’t spell for her life. it s e r i o u s l y grinds my gears whenever i see her spell the word ‘content’ as ‘contant’. #but no. her spelling got on a w h o l e new level of questionable when she spelled the word ‘crackle’ as… ‘cracker’. like??? how???????? #and she told me to ask the senior analysts if it was possible to retrieve the results for a test that we’d write the results for ✨by hand✨ #from some kind of system????? like i was just so!!!!! baffled!!!! that she couldn’t understand that there was no system to check???? #though. hm. i guess saying that i have ✨secret✨ beef with that admin would be an understatement. i think none of the others like her either #but! i do have secret beef with the janitor bc he alwayyys magically appears behind me whenever i’m doing something important/holding acids #well! at least we don’t cross paths when i’m working the pm shift. the janitor dude was spared from my presence for the week lmao #hfhfhfhhfhfhfhffffffff well. m. i’m sorry if you read all that. i’ll be more normal tomorrow i swear!!!! (blatant lies) #i feel like tling something ✨t o x i c✨ to match how im feeling thoughhh… hm. maybe the p a r a s ite chapter from the d*27m annequin anth…? #been thinking about that song lately ngl.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. #oh wellssssss at least i can try to enjoy what’s left of my long weekend lmaooo goodnighttttt #inedible blubbering

[finnritter]

fit prompt: Where does Turgon get Glamdring?

Turgon watched the last of his lords trickle out of the meeting room, eager to go about their day after several long and exhausting discussions, until he alone remained behind in the empty room.

He opened a window, stretched his stiff shoulders and leaned down to rest his arms on the windowsill, enjoying just for a moment the fresh air stroking his face and the breathtaking view over his city.

The moment he would step out of this room, he would have to retreat to his own studies, back to long-overdue (how was it always long-overdue, no matter how diligently he tried to catch up?) paperwork that he would spend the rest of the day absorbed in.

He loved to take those five minutes in between, when he could do nothing but exist, if only for a blink in time.

He had also noticed, with a spark of amusement, that those were usually the moments when someone would inevitably interrupt him, usually with the latest news of a crisis or an incident or any urgent sensation that was clearly not insolvable by anyone but the king, and still usually got taken to him. It happened alarmingly often, maybe that was why the paperwork never got done.

But today it seemed like he would be disappointed in this regard after all, and he already braced himself for the boredom of the evening, when he heard quick, light footsteps approaching from the hallway, which could only belong to Idril.

He turned around with a smile just as the huge door was pulled open and he was greeted by his daughter’s inquiring eye. Her face lit up as she spotted him.

“Ah, there you are!”

He crossed the room with a few long strides, until he could speak to her without raising his voice.

“You have been looking for me?”

“I want to show you something.”

Her briefness, paired with the telling smile tugging at her lips, made him assume that she would not be sharing much more until she had shown him whatever it was that she had prepared for him. He still asked her about it, curiously, while already holding the door for her and letting her lead him towards the main exit of the palace.

“It is a secret, Atya. A surprise”

“What is the date?”, Turgon asked with exaggerated shock. “Have I missed my own begetting day?”

“You wish”, Idril said with a rather unsettling twinkle in her eyes. “There is no way you would miss what Glorfindel has actually planned for your begetting day. No, although it is a gift, in a way, this is more part of a greater plan that has been brewing for a while now.”

“Now, you’re making it interesting. Why is it that you never tell me of your plans beforehand?”

“That is because the moment I, or anyone, tell you of an idea, you need to get involved yourself and can’t let go of it. It has proven to be way less nerve-wracking for all people involved to just present you with a fait accompli.”

She smiled sweetly at him and all his protests at her – unfortunately rather apt – depiction of his character melted into a half-hearted sigh.

“And this ‘fait accompli’ of yours is hidden in… where are you leading me? The forge?”

“Precisely.”

More was not to be winkled out of her, and so Turgon, who was secretly considering how much more things were being dealt with behind his back for the exact same reason, just resigned himself to his fate and followed her.

…

The secret, as she had called it, was actually waiting for him just outside the royal forge, held by an elf that Turgon recognized to be Angûr, arguably the best blacksmith of the House of the Hammer of wrath. In front of him, actually hiding the object of interest, stood another elf, currently studying it intently.

“Are you certain that he will like it? Maybe we should change the design of the gems after all, it does seem a little over the top, now that I think about it, I just couldn’t help myself. But maybe, before he sees it-”

Turgon frowned and Angûr, who seemed to have heard them approach unlike his companion, met his eyes and bowed his head. Turgon had never heard him speak, unsure if he couldn’t, or didn’t choose to after having been enslaved by the enemy for a long time, but his amused side-eye towards his companion – who Turgon deemed to recognize at once – spoke volumes.

“Angûr”, Turgon greeted, even more curious than before. “Enerdhil.”

The latter spun around at once as he heard his name being called and immediately stumbled into a rather frenzied bow.

“My King”, he exclaimed, once he had gathered himself. “I did not expect you here so soon.”

“And I did not expect to see you today, at all, albeit I’m pleased to see you faring well”, he said, sending an inquisitive look towards Idril, who had jumped up to sit on a low wall and watched the scene unfold with a curious smile.

“Ah, so you see, your fair daughter has commissioned a sword for from us”, Enerdhil explained, as she made no movement to answer. “It is to be yours, my King.”

“A sword?”, Turgon asked, still directed towards Idril. “I have a sword.”

“Enerdhil had an idea”, she said, open in her admiration for the young smith, who had grown to be a rather close friend to her. “To enforce weapons with magical Intent. He is the one who should be explaining de details, but I quite liked the idea and Rog and I gave the two of them permission to experiment with it. It is a prototype, so to speak.”

Turgon’s gaze wandered over to the two smiths, and now, as Enerdhil had stepped aside, he could see the sword, too. It was beautiful, he realized, before a wave of shame hit him at the knowledge that his first impression of a deadly weapon had been its beauty. But even at the second glance, there was no denying it.

The smooth steel of the blade gleamed almost white in the sunlight, and there were intricate carvings adorning its cross-guard and ricasso. Even the hilt was run through with gold and something that looked like ivory, ruel-bone maybe, and at last the pommel was decorated with two white gems, one on each side.

It did not look like a weapon that was meant to be stained with blood and gore, but then again, Turgon hoped that there wouldn’t be much need for excessive bloodshed in the next time, altogether.

As if he knew why Turgon was hesitating, Angûr wordlessly held it out to him at the hilt, an encouraging smile on his lips.

Turgon took it, swung it around by way of trial. It was a lot shorter than every sword everyone had ever forged for him, but inherently way better balanced and easier to wield so that Turgon, who had never been the most skilled swordsman after all, could easily forgive the slight loss of reach.

“It is beautifully balanced”, he said, complementary, but it must have been obvious that he still didn’t quite understand the intent of a gift such as this one, and Enerdhil cleared his throat.

“That is all Angûr’s work. It is a marvellous weapon on its own, one worthy for a king, in times of peace and war alike”, he said. “But its true strength, and the true reason a simple jewel-smith such as myself decided to get involved in a project like this, lies in those carvings, you see.”

He gestured for Turgon to hold the blade steady and ran his nimble fingers over the delicate runes that were etched into the steel. Turgon noticed his voice becoming more certain and clear the more he spoke about his work, and listened intently.

“They are not only for decoration”, he said. “Those runes at the top bind the sword to its wielder and their purpose, and they are meant to protect them, to a certain degree. They absorb some of the force of impact above the blade, meaning that blocking and even hard hits are easier on the hands. It is fairly practical and works quite well, you can try it out later, if you wish.”

“That seems practical, indeed”, Turgon considered. “And those runes on the blade? What are they for?”

“They”, Enerdhil said. “Are the truly fun part. And the experimental part, for we are actually not quite sure if and how they will work, in the end.

They are meant to protect the wielder from foes, the lowly henchmen of the Enemy specifically, and as you can read in the wording of the runes, they are meant to deal orcs great damage in particular.”

“Meant to?”

“Well, we had no orcs to try it out on, so… What exactly will happen remains a mystery. But that is the fun part of magic, after all. You just light the spark, set in some gems to keep it glowing, and what happens after that is out of your hands.”

Turgon did not find this very encouraging, but the young smith sounded so pleased with himself, his eyes gleaming with an expression of pure creative energy that was so particularly Noldorin that Turgon couldn’t help but be intrigued by the magnificence of the creation. He swung it around some more, getting a feel for its astoundingly light weight in his hand, and asked a lot of questions that Enerdhil eagerly answered.

“I like it”, he decided in the end, genuinely. “Thank you for making this for me, I’m sure it will accomplish great deeds when it is next needed, although I hope that this day still lies in the distant future.”

“I don’t doubt it, my King”, Enerdhil answered with a bow, not elaborating which part of the sentence he was agreeing to.

“Oh and Enerdhil”, Turgon added, as Angûr was sheathing the blade with the look of a parent who was sending his child out on their own for the first time. “I may know someone who will undoubtedly love this idea. If you ever think about improving on your prototype, better make one for the Lord Ecthelion as well.”

#yes the last part is about orcrist #i love the fanon theory that it was ecthelion’s sword mainly for It would be cool-reasons #tysm for the prompt!! #it took me a long time to finish bc glamdring-logistics are complicated #i still have heachaches thinking about how a sword for Mr. Top 3 tallest elves can later be comfortably wielded by Gandalf #and how they got the magic-glowing thingy to work without actual orcs to test it on is also a riddle #I vastly underexplained all my thoughts on this topic here I think I'll have to write an essay-post about this sometime later bc I do have- #some cool ideas #also turgon being surprised at the amount of unnecessary minor things that are brought before him directly #while also giving of the vibes of someone who wants to be involved in everything (which he does.) is very important to me #he trusts his people's skills he really does #but he also needs to know everything at all times #everyone who knows him well is just fondly exasperated over this #(whoops this got long but I have many thoughts-tm) #silmarillion #turgon #idril #glamdring #enerdhil #(lots of thoughts about him too!!) #silm fic #prompt fill #my writing