#i need a writing tag

[tellthatbrokebitch]

mike can’t stop staring.

will bruised like a peach; he always had. every spill off his bike, every knock against fences and trees, every wrestling match over the remote, every sleepless night – would bloom out over his skin in stages of black and blue and yellow and green.

but this-

they’re here, sitting in the back of the pizza van as it carries them to their destination, the calm before the storm, and mike can’t stop staring. at some point the sleeve of will’s shirt had torn at the seam where arm met shoulder, the excess material hanging off and down to his elbow, baring skin seldom seen these days, where will seemed to be gravitating towards long-sleeved button-ups and away from regular tees.

it was this skin that captured mike’s attention, and for once it’s not for the pale, smooth skin itself. there are bruises marring that skin, bruises forming a pattern that is both familiar and infuriating. “does it hurt?” he asks, hushed and quiet in the relative silence of the van. when will looks away from the window, brows creased in confusion, he gestures to will’s arm. “you have… bruises,” he explains, hating the recognition in will’s eyes that wars with resignation, “where that dickhead grabbed you.”

will’s other hand comes up to tug the material aside, and suddenly mike can see all of it, the fingertip-shaped spots that are already black and blue and hints of a deep purple, stark against skin that hasn’t seen sunlight in months. will’s hand shifts and the pad of his index finger unconsciously settles directly overtop one of the bruises. mike feels like throwing up. “oh. it doesn’t hurt, just kind of… aches,” will admits. he smooths the cotton back into place and somehow it’s worse now, worse now that it’s hidden from view but mike knows they’re there, just beneath the surface.

without thinking it through, he reaches out to touch, and they both still when his hand grazes will’s sleeve. swallowing thickly, he drags it along the length of will’s arm, going at a near glacial pace as they both watch its progress silently. once it reaches the spot just below the beginning of the bruising, it stops there, hovering a bit before slowly, softly flattening against the fabric of his sleeve, curving around the bend of his elbow.

into the blanketed silence, mike’s quiet words sound like a shout. “you sure? i could… kiss it better.”

#tellthatbrookebitch #stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #help idk what this is #i was Thinking and then suddenly google docs was open #kind of set in the middle of a hypothetical s5 #i need a writing tag #brooke’s writing tag #byler fic

[bigmammallama5]

While learning the ropes to being the last Muse, Freddie has been so wrapped up in her new life it’s been hard to try to focus on that new thing with Grace called Romance. When an opportunity to return home and rest appears, Freddie seizes it only to be met with a swelling crescendo of restraint finally buckling.

*chanting* greddie Greddie GREDDIE

#greddie #grace x freddie #i need a writing tag #stray gods #hello i am here #adding some new blorbos to my enclosure for enrichment

[polithicc]

im a proud member of the lowercase lyrics for fic title industrial complex

#I need a writing tag

[alphaformation]

I was wondering if you could do a mm Mikey x reader who is like really involved in the fine arts? (Stuff like singing, dancing, and acting) Maybe reader does musical theatre or songwriting? Is on the dance team? Or maybe on the improve team with him? It’s up to you but I just think it’d be really cute! I’d prefer a fem reader but you can do a gn reader if you’re more comfortable with that!

Thank You!🫶

hi hi anon!! this is such a cute request, & I figured it'd be more fun to explore in a headcanon format, so I hope you don't mind :)

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Mutant Mayhem; Michelangelo / Fem!Reader Content Warnings: N/A

Summary: A girl in Mikey's Public Speaking class catches his attention, and he decides he needs hers in return.

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Though he was more than excited to dive into his improv elective, Mikey was just a little apprehensive about the iceberg that was Eastman's performance and fine arts courses.

They weren't massively funded, it wasn't a great school mind you, but it WAS a big one. There were so many people and so many groups, he found it a bit arduous to know where to start.

So he started small.

He took a public speaking course for his first semester, figuring it was a good start without taking a headlong dive.

That was where he met you.

You were so cool!!

Mikey admired you so much when you met, seeing your confidence in every silly exercise or warmup your class did.

While his brothers made their goals around grades and extra-curriculars, Mikey's number one top-of-the-list plan was to get your attention.

and like.. let's be real, it's true of all of the Mutant Mayhem boys that he made a complete fool of himself trying.

so many jokes that fell flat... So many gags that went nowhere......

but like, humor was his thing! If he couldn't impress you with that, he was never going to.

Fortunately, you didn't require all too much pandering. As soon as Mikey flat out asked to hang out with you, you were happy to accept.

Let me tell you, Mikey's so excited for you when it comes to every school production that you're a part of.

Even if you get screwed over in casting, you KNOW he's still gonna drag his brothers to that musical.

"Dude, she doesn't even have a speaking part, why are we here?"

"Wow, Don, I thought YOU of all people would appreciate good choreography."

When he eventually asks you out, it's a whole affair.

Unlike Donnie, he's confided in his entire family about his crush, and you can definitely expect some odd looks from all three of his brothers in the time that hes working up the nerve to ask you out.

He shows up to a study date one day with a pizza and one of those heart teddy bears you get on valentines day.

"hey so, like, It's.. Totally cool if you don't vibe with this, but. I like you. Like... a lot?"

He tries to downplay it-- he really values your friendship, and if you don't feel the same he doesn't want you to feel weird about it.

When you tell him that you do reciprocate, he gets so excited.

He.. definitely forgot to actually bring his backpack and stuff to this study date, since he was pretty distracted with the whole confession thing.

When you eventually step foot in the lair, prepare for his entire family to place their attention on you. Every single one of his cousins is going to want to meet you, and naturally Splinter is going to have to sit you down.

Prepare for the whole "What are your intentions with my son." Talk. Splinter doesn't care that you're a girl, he's protective!

But once he's deemed you a good fit, you're practically part of the family.

As the two of you have been dating for longer, expect him to start following you into your extra-curriculars more.

Mikey is taking a shot at everything! If there's something you're auditioning for, he's two steps behind you.

In short, he adores you, and he owes a lot of his growth to you! He's really come out of his shell since meeting you, hehe.

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #michelangelo x reader #mutant mayhem #tmnt fic #tmnt imagines #mutant mayhem x reader #mm mikey #mikey x reader #i need a writing tag

[tallbluelady]

And just for simplicity's sake...

The entire Ala Mhigan Ball fic right here :3.

#i need a writing tag #the ala mhigan ball #rowan argentas #into the blorboverse #many paths intertwined

[touyasdoll]

“Hey, babe,” you call down the hall as you set the final freshly frosted cupcake down on the kitchen island. “They’re done if you want one.”

“‘Bout damn time,” Touya dons a playful smirk as he strolls into the kitchen to pick up one of the chocolate confections. “Thanks for makin’ ‘em, doll,” he adds genuinely as he rests a hand on your lower back and leans over to kiss your temple.

“Anytime,” you shrug, turning around to pull off your apron and hang it up when you feel a gentle swat on your behind.

You throw your eyes over your shoulder to see the grin on his face as he lifts the dessert to his lips and you laugh. He loves the sound. It’s soft and sweet and reminds him that there’s more to life than the pain and bitterness that he’s still trying to separate himself from.

“Reminds me of you,” he murmurs as he looks between you and the cupcake in his hand. He sticks his finger into the middle as you cock a brow in his direction, a smiling tugging at the corner of your lips. He loves that too.

“Why? Because it’s sweet?” You prop your head up in your palm as your lean onto the counter, thinking that maybe you’ve beat him to the punchline of what, you assume, is a sappy setup.

“Nah,” he wears his signature smirk again as he swipes some of the white frosting that you’d piped into the center of the treat and makes a show of sucking it off of his index finger. “Because it’s cream filled.”

#I think writing down every silly little idea I have is like #actually helping me write again #who woulda thunk it #i need a writing tag #for organization purposes #for now just #dabi drabble #touya drabble

[jtownnn]

Garrus runs into his ex; Kal'Reegar makes dinner.

#aka the chapter where i start playing with canon for funsies #i need a writing tag

[pawzofchaos]

@mooncalf87 hey pspspspsp I made the thing

the aftercare cherrisnake eye thing

I already had a fanfic abt animal stuff I just threw it in here. If you want more context you can read the previous chapter, but you don't rlly need to.

#it's a little rushed and may be ooc idk #fanfiction #cherrisnake #hh #I Need a writing tag #ao3

[inmarbleimmobility]

I'd love to know more about 'qui attendions la gloire'!!

YAY i was hoping someone would ask about this one!!! it's the one i'm most actively working on (actively is uhhh maybe a stretch but Look.) ok so basically it's a modern au where les amis are international level competitive figure skaters?? bc skating is one of my hyperfixations so it's extremely self-indulgent but ah well!

one of my (many) gripes with figure skating is that there's no established way for trans athletes to compete in the division matching their gender identity, plus i find the idea of trans enjolras compelling, so essentially i put those two things in a bottle and shook 'em up until i got les amis fighting to get the official rules changed so enjolras and other trans skaters can compete!!

snippet/hypothetical ao3 summary:

Grantaire thinks sometimes, in his lower moments, about how different the course of his life might have been if he hadn’t happened to look up at that exact instant. Would he have been a better skater without an impossible ideal to compare himself to, or would he simply have latched on to someone else? Would he have quit skating when the joy of it had left him? Would he be happier now, doing something - anything - else?

He’ll never know, because he had happened to look up at the exact moment a blond teenager had skated past, setting up for a warmup jumping pass, and the rest may as well have been history.

#yes i had a yuri on ice phase in 2018 WHAT ABOUT IT. #also i had way too much fun figuring out what disciplines everyone would skate in #and what irl skaters they'd be most like #and what type of music they'd skate to #now if only i'd write the damn thing! #asks #les mis #e/R #i need a writing tag

[transwicky]

27 and whiskey/kyle (make out lax bro)/tango/chad l?? (if you did this it would be so amazing but no pressure also have a good day ok byeee :))

well OBVIOUSLY I'm gonna do that

27) The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy

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It wasn’t something they really talked about. Chad was a senior now, after all, and he would be leaving soon.

Tony always wanted to talk about it, make plans to meet up and all, but whenever he tried to ask, Conner would frown, and Kyle would say nah, we got time, Tony.

Chad only found out about Tony’s attempts because Denice slammed the door open to his bedroom in the Lax House, and crossed her arms.

“Uh… Hi?” He said, raising an eyebrow as he laid in bed, in nothing but boxers and binder. “I think you could’ve knocked so I could-”

“I got the same parts.” She said flatly.

“And maybe that’s the issue for me.” Chad complained, and she faltered, before sighing.

“Sorry.” She said, “But we have a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” He asked, sitting up. The junior sighed, but sat on the edge of his bed.

Read the Rest on AO3

#omgcp #tony tangredi #connor whisk #kyle the lax bro #chad l #shinysharks #i need a writing tag #i need a ship tag for them #answered shenanigans

[bisexualblckcanary]

I have no desire to read BTVS season 8, but I *do* want to write something sandwiched between season 8 and 'Angel & Faith' season 9.

I'll figure it I out. :3

#I need a writing tag #like - if s8 is worth it for fic writing purposes pls let me know - but I'm not massively interested in the Dark Horse continuation #to the point that I own A&F s9 but haven't read any of them since volume 2 probably #(I bought vol 4 & 5 just to have the whole arc - but have yet to sit down with them)

[stubbornness-and-spite]

Mama's Boy

Mama, my lover broke my heart again

Broke it right in two

The stitched up scars left a clear cut fissure

So I brought it back to you

Mama, won’t you stitch it up again

Like you’ve done so much before

I know you’re tired and runnin’ low on thread

But my broken heart’s damn sore

Mama, my lover broke my heart again

Yes, the self-same one

The same lover, same heart, same break again

Mama, ain’t you proud of your son?

Mama, won’t you put down your knives

Put down your vengeful sword

I’m the one who gave my lover my heart

Like all the times before

Mama, please, now don’t you cry

For all the hurt I’ve done

For all the hurt I’ve taken and given

These scars are all hard-won

Mama, look at the constellations

The scars and stitches make

I used to be careful with my heart

I used to care it was at stake

Mama, don’t tell me to guard my heart

Like I used to guard it close

It always ached and hurt back then

Even if I didn’t know

Mama, don’t scold me for what I done

Don’t you scold me just yet

I cried too many tears to just pretend

That I won’t do it again

Mama, I’m sorry that I can’t change

I’m sorry that I won’t 

But I’m giving my lover my heart again

Just as soon as those stitches sewn

Mama, you know you understand

Why I keep going back

You know I’ve met your star-crossed love

Mama, I know my dad

Mama, he broke your heart again

Broke it clean in two

Those scars are cracks and fault lines now

One day, I’ll be just like you

Mama, let me stitch you up again

Like I done so many times before

We both tired but I gots more thread

Fixing you up’s no chore

Mama, he broke your heart again

Just like he always does

Just like my lover does to me

Ain’t that what we call love?

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*disclaimer* this is about a character, not me.

*second disclaimer* I'm not black. This isn't meant to be written in AAVE. My grandparents are from rural America (farm country) and I've been writing a few things lately the way they talk. If a black, American person takes issue with the way I've written this, my DMs are open.

#poetry #poem #original poem #heartbreak #poems on tumblr #original characters #original character #my oc stuff #i need a writing tag #my writing #original writing

[bigmammallama5]

Vǫlva

On the evening of the fifth day Lena spotted the tops of the Uppsala territory posts in the misty dusk. It marked the line into neutral ground, and a sigh of relief rippled through the caravan as they passed between two pillars. Lena sucked in a deep breath as her horse plodded past the nearest post and looked up at it, her face chilled from the dew as she clutched at the reins and the high pommel of her saddle.

And then something tapped gently at the back of her mind.

Lena froze in her saddle and listened, her heart in her throat as the tapping continued.

Greetings.

Or, the second and most likely final fic of my enjoyably messy Viking/Seer AU, this time from Lena’s eyes. Please read the tags and author’s note before proceeding, and I hope you enjoy reading! <3

#supergirl #supercorp #i need a writing tag #viking au #arting #yes arting bc i did some real face editing yesterday and i always forget how challenging it is #ima need mrs benoist to be in a few iron age and or medieval age productions so i can have some freaking source material my god #WEH okay ill stop messing with this yeet

[polithicc]

can’t stop thinking of a time loop fic from the pov of a character that’s not the person stuck in the time loop

#think Lucy’s pov but lockwood is the one tahts stuck in the time loop #ok need to think about this some more #I need a writing tag

[issylra]

Because I have chapter four basically ready to go. I could wait to post it until Saturday, then the final chapter the following Saturday. Or say screw the schedule and post chapter four today/tomorrow and chapter five whenever I finish editing it. I'm torn.

#phone sex au #i need a writing tag

[tallbluelady]

you don't even realize your impact, do you?

"What exactly were the pixies calling me back there? I'm a bit surprised that 'sapling' didn't catch on with them from Feo Ul," Rowan asked as she ducked with Urianger under an overhang to hide from said pixies.

"With thy blessing of the Echo, thou shouldst ascertain the meaning of their words, shouldst thou not?" He leaned out to check if they had given up on their harassment ploy.

Rowan shrugged. "Sometimes it wavers when I'm not paying enough attention. But it sounded like they were teasing you for having a... Ey-o Lie-ah?"

Urianger froze at that and Rowan saw a blush start to creep up his ears and cheeks. 

"Star Dream. Of all the things they recall of thee..." he muttered.

"You told the pixies about me?" Rowan asked.

He nodded. "Surely thou knowest of thine importance to m- to the Star. Tis only with the Blessing of Light and the Echo combined that thou mayest slay the Lightwardens. But beyond that, thy generosity and determination serveth as an inspiration and guidance to all that meet thee."

"Much like how stars and dreams guide astrologians?" Rowan asked, politely ignoring his slip up.

"Precisely. Fae runes are wont to not directly translate into our own tongue, so adaptations must be made."

She nodded. "It does sound rather pretty. I almost wouldn't mind being called that if the one calling me that weren't threatening to turn me into a leafman."

"They shan't get the chance. I shall render thee invisible once more, then we may regroup with our comrades."

Rowan nodded again, a little sad that she didn't get to hear Urianger speak it himself.

Thanks for the prompt!

#i need a writing tag #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #aether and anatomy #tee hee #more ee3 stuff #tho technically it didn't give out anymore information than we've already been given #also i am a dumb usamerican #so if that's not how eo lyhe is pronounce #i'm just gonna chalk it up to rowan was running away from the pixies and didn't hear it correctly