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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Op may i write a fanfic
Please and thank
i had a dream i went to magical idol school and i got in trouble with the cops so the rest of the dream was me, a magical girl, running from the cops.
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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I would probably just be like 'ah the spirits that haunt my nightmares I was wondering how drunk id need to be for yall to show up'
Deep Water Prompt #2534
When I reached town, I found the local bar warm and welcoming. Drinking and singing happily with the regulars, I came to realize that none of them had faces. 
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Forget about the dress what does MAGIC smell like?
This bish just straight up snortin in the musk of this random death dress her mom gave her and she be like 'dosen’t smell like pumpernickel wet dog aint no witchcraft up in here'
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Text: My mother leaves me a simple dress, with a human heart embroidered on the chest. It doesn’t smell of magic, but it won’t tear, or burn. I don’t know what it will do to me. 
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Short Prompt #298
"W-Why are you so shiny today?" - the villain asked, shielding their eyes with their arm as the hero sparkled with a million tiny specks of colorful light. "Is- Is this some new battle strategy or-"
"I- I tried to get it off." - Hero responded in a tired, dejected voice, slumping forward and making some rainbow dots fall off them. "The team caught me off guard, I-"
"But what is it???" - Villain interrupted, still confused.
Their nemesis sighed. "Glitter bomb..."
"Oh..."
...
The villain turned around, speaking over their shoulder. "Well, you stay the hell away from me. I don't want any of that on me!"
The hero watched as the other began to walk away and smiled as an idea crossed their mind. They spread their arms wide and began to run after the criminal. "Oh, c'mon, Villain! Let's hug it out!"
Villain panicked as they noticed Hero approaching them and quickly dashed away, creating another chase. "NO! STAY AWAY, GLITTER BOY!"
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Get kidnapped
Get urself a villain gf
It was part of the plan all along
Short Prompt #341
"Oh!" - the villain exclaimed in giddy surprise, walking over to one of their hostages. "Oh, you're cute~."
The civilian's face lit a soft pink as they lay on the ground but they were too frightened to reply.
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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“Hey I love your story! Is it okay if I draw-“ 
YES. PLEASE, GOD, YES, DRAW IT. DRAW IT AND SHOW ME. I WILL BEG YOU FOR IT.
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Super hero capes but instead of this:
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It's this:
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Hero: what does that thing even do???
Villain: oh no it's just a regular medieval sword, BUT it's actually a real one, not just a replica, and I am going to be bragging so hard at the ren fair next week
Short Prompt #294
"Finally..." - the villain whispered, slowly lifting the ancient weapon and admiring it in their hands before their voice turned into a shout. "FINALLY!"
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Short Prompt #295
"Do you know what a group of crows is called?" - the villain asked, barely paying attention to the hero that was sizing them up as a corvid flew down and landed on their shoulder.
Hero scrutinized the other, looking for an opening. They decided to play along, keep the enemy distracted. "Nope. Care to enlighten me?"
Something shined in Villain's gaze, making the hero pause. The criminal smiled and finally turned to face them. "It's called a murder."
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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You thought googling 'immortality' would save them.
Your lover had a terminal illness, and although people warned you, said it was a bad idea, you were desperate.
The computer sat in front of you, the forbidden search engine up and running. Your fingers trembled as you typed, double checking that it was spelled correct.
'Immortality'.
You hit the Enter Key.
Days passed, then months. The disease worsened. You assumed that your attempt to cure your love had failed, qnd it simply never took effect.
You were wrong.
Months turned into years, years into decades, the illness only spreading. Your watched as it took over their body, the agony your lover was in only growing.
You didn't get it. Their condition... they should be long gone by now. The doctors were at a loss about how she was still alive.
Then the word echoed in your head again.
'Immortality'
Immortality only meant that you could not die. It said nothing about the ability to suffer.
And so, you had to watch, as your lover was slowly consumed by the illness. Even if they could not truly die, the light in their eyes went out.
All that was left was an empty husk of pain in their wake.
Prompts from my dreams :)
I told Batman he had a fat head and he abandoned his no killing rule and chased me through people's backyards.
I stole LED lights from the YMCA.
I was running from the police through a. Church and discovered many interesting secrets as I went deeper and deeper.
Some dude was doing unethical surgery on a baby and I saved the baby and ended up running in a weird hotel labrinyth trying to escape with the baby.
I was in Squid Game and flirted with the pink guys to get out.
I went to Mexico and stole a horse.
Was at a friend's graduation before the FBI started hinting me down.
An old gameshow host who lost his reputation and job becomes a villain, kidnapping people to play twisted games of what he did on his game show and broadcasting it to the dark web.
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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The team was dead silent as they stood outside the seemingly abandoned alien ship.
Leader nodded, a silent signal to initiate the plan. A team member gently took out the black, circle shaped robot, setting it in position.
Another team member got out the knives, attaching them at the agreed points on the robot.
The leader watched silently as the process was repeated. Soon, a whole legion of black robots were lined up at the entrance to the alien ship.
This was the moment of truth. These robots were what was going to confirm whether or not the ship was truly abandoned.
Leader gave the signal, and the team in unison, pressed the power buttons.
As the robots marched inside, knives at the ready, leader waited for a sign of life.
"HOLY MOTHER OF HORAND, DID A ROOMBA JUST STAB JERRY IN THE LEG??"
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Me writing like
no google docs you don't understand this is a sexy, necessary grammar mistake
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Sin’cereal’y
Hero had a long day, and just wanted to flop down, watch anime, and write angry poetry in their journal. But naturally, Hero can’t have nice things. Instead, Villain was lounging on their bed, lazily flipping through a random notebook, a mildly interested look on his face.
“Ahem,” Hero cleared their throat, wishing that, just for once, they could have some time for themselves. The villain glanced up in surprise, not expecting Hero to arrive yet. 
“Mind explaining what you’re doing in my bedroom, exactly?” Hero casually leaned against the door frame, still boiling mad, but way too tired to show it. 
“Ah, nothing, really,” the villain said, putting the notebook aside. “Just seeing what the alleged ‘legendary hero’ ate for breakfast,”
“I eat instant ramen, just get out of my house, please,” Hero was about to fall over from the exhaustion and soreness gained from fighting Other Villain all day.
“Hmm, funny,” Villain mused. “I was thoroughly convinced that you ate justice and pure gold,”
“Haha. So funny.” Hero’s eyes started to droop, exhaustion threatening to knock him out right then and there. Villain shrugged, patted the space on the bed next to him, and resumed reading the notebook he was studying earlier. 
Wait.  That notebook.  That wasn’t any old notebook.
Hero surged forward, snatching the beaten up notebook out of Villain’s hands. Villain let go of it easily, letting hero hug it to their chest. Villain raised an eyebrow in question.
“Don’t- don’t touch that!” Hero said, hugging it closer. That notebook in question was Hero’s journal, which was full of very personal things, things that Villain would no doubt mock them for and use to their advantage-
“Alright,” the villain conceded, giving another shrug.
“Al- Alright?” the hero did a double take, not sure if he heard correct. “Alright?”
Villain sighed, standing up. Hero watched in confusion, as Villain gently made the bed, took hero by the arm, and guided them to sit on the old, springy mattress. 
Hero was to tired to think. All they knew was that Villain, read his journal, and wasn’t ridiculing them for all the stupid stuff they put in there. Not a single comment, nothing. It didn’t make sense. 
Hero was to tired, to confused, to resist Villain gently laying them down, covering hero up. Hero’s eyes drooped even more, and soon enough, Hero was asleep.
The next morning, Hero awoke to their journal resting on their bedside table, along with a box of cinnamon toast crunch cereal and a note:
Stop eating ramen for every meal, how are you even still alive. There is milk in the fridge. If you eat more goddamn noodles for breakfast from this point on, I will find you.
sincerely- Villain
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Whump prompt
Whumper covering whumpee with itching powder, causing whumpee to scratch and scratch and scratch constantly.
Like:
-whumpees raw, red arms from scratching so hard
-when it stings
-whumper covering the area whumpee is kept in so the itches never wear off
-whumper bathing the whumpee in powder, the dust mixed in with the water
-drenching the whumpee and forcing them to walk across the ground, coincidentally covered in itching powder, the powder sticking to their feet
-their feet itching and itching but if they stop who knows what the consequences will be
-putting it in their mouth, the pure torture of an itchy mouth oh my god
-putting it in !!open wounds!! The decision to scratch for momentary relief in exchange for the pain of scratching an open wound, or to leave it and deal with the growing itch that is driving them crazy
-putting it in !!stitched wounds!! Having to undo the stitches to get to the wound, and ending up opening it all over again
-Putting it in the whumpees face, especially the area around the eyes, whumpees eyes watering up(another underrated whump thing)  
-restraints, covering whumpee with itching powder while they can’t scratch, till it almost hurts, like bugs crawling over their skin
I could go on for days but. yeah
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ayanderewriter · 2 years
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Wait a second i think im writing this-
so has anyone analyzed the psychological implications that being a mary sue would have on a conscious being or do i have to write thinkpieces again
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