wrestling fic writers!!
i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months
if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found
and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom
and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways
a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜
nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you
and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)
as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!
101 comment starters
ao3 floating comment box
kudos html
dont know how to comment? easy solutions
a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)
an overall guide to appreciating fanfic writers
and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place
i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together
happy sharing and commenting 💜💜
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I fear to stain your clothes with blood/Stain them. I don't care
Chapter 1
Look.
Maybe Wilbur didn't love going to camp.
Maybe he would whine, and complain, and annoy the crap out of Phil and Techno on the 3-hour car ride.
But!
That did not mean he hated it.
Sure it was far from the most enjoyable experience in the world.
But sue him, the kids gave him some small shred of hope for humanity that he was oh so desperately lacking.
It also helped that Tommy adored Camp Essempi. He had practically grown up there, been tagging along every summer since he was 7 after Phil bought the place.
So now Wilbur found himself in his dad's grey van, listening to The Artic Monkeys at a very unhealthy volume, while he could see Techno gesturing in the seat in front of him.
If he had to guess, Tech was probably monologuing about some new book he read or what he was planning for the campers or something.
Wilbur didn't really care.
Tommy was directly next to him, and his head was now resting on his shoulder, where it had been slowly creeping toward for the past hour, in spite of him claiming, "Fuck you Wil! I'm not tired at all bitch!"
They really needed to work on his swearing problem.
But that was for another day.
Right now Wilbur had to worry about how to stay sane with 2 more hours left on this car trip.
He debated trying to read a book he brought but considering the last time he'd tried reading a book in the car they'd had to pull over so he could throw up, he decided not to risk it.
Listen to Techno rant? Wilbur thinks he'd rather take the vomit at that point.
He eventually just decides to take the easy way out.
Turning his music down slightly, he lays his head on top of Tommy's, stretching the blanket he'd been hogging across them both, and letting his eyes shut.
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By the time he woke up, they were only 30 minutes away from camp, and Tommy was still dead to the world.
Techno had fallen asleep at this point too, his head lolling so his long hair fell over the edge of the car seat.
How he lived with it that long Wilbur would never know.
He removed one of his earbuds and was met with the soft sound of Here Comes the Sun drifting from the radio, Phil humming along quietly.
A few seconds later, his dad looked up and saw him awake.
"Oh Wil!" Phil said, smiling, "Didn't see that you were up. We stopped at McDonald's about 15 minutes ago and got some fries for you, figured you'd be hungry."
Wilbur immediately brightened and maybe grabby hands at his father.
"Gimme food," he said, with all the eloquence of a toddler.
Phil chuckled and handed over the brown paper bag.
"Save some for Tommy, you know he'll be starving when he wakes up, and who knows what that will entail."
Wilbur nodded solemnly, suddenly reminded of the last long car trip they'd taken.
A few minutes into starting on the fries, he felt Tommy stir beside him.
"Ugh, do I smell food?" Tommy asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Always hungry never satisfied," said Wilbur, which was not entirely inaccurate. Tommy ate like a fiend.
"Ey!" Tommy blurted out, his head immediately shooting up and his hands raising. "Just cus you're as small as a twig doesn't mean I have to be. Plus I heard Niki's running some of the sports stuff and I am NOT doing that on an empty stomach."
Wilbur had to give him that, Niki, one of his old camp friends and now first-year counselor, was one of the nicest people he'd ever met, but also incredibly badass.
She'd been one of Techno's favorite campers, and he, in turn, had been her favorite counselor, which meant she was an expert in most combat-based camp stuff.
She terrified Wilbur and Tommy alike.
Techno too, but he would only admit that to her.
"Fine fine gremlin child take your food," huffed Wilbur, handing over the bag.
Tommy grinned evilly up at him and began shoveling the food into his mouth like an animal, a raccoon perhaps. Or maybe a possum.
Wilbur couldn't help but grimace and turn his attention back towards his older brother and father, who, now that Techno had woken up too, were discussing camp setup.
"Listen, Phil," one of Techno's quirks, he almost never called Phil dad. "We have more campers this year, we're gonna need to buy some more stuff."
Phil shook his head, "It'll be fine Tech. And if not, we'll go out and get stuff. And anyway, it's not so much supplies I'm worried about but space. I think we'll have to raid some of the unused cabins for cots. The last thing I wanna do is force kids to sleep on the floor, "said Phil, chuckling.
"It would be good for them, " Wilbur chimed in, "Builds character."
Phil laughed.
"C'mon Wil, let's not give them scoliosis too early on in the summer."
"As I just stated, character building."
"Wilbur I swear to god."
The last 20 minutes of the drive were spent bickering about random topics or singing along to Hamilton.
The latter was, of course, Wilbur's request.
But Tommy joined in too.
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The sudden sound of crunching gravel alerted Wilbur to their imminent arrival at Essempi, a sound that bore equal parts joy and pain in his mind.
It was at this point Tommy began bouncing off the walls, it was honestly a miracle he's lasted this long.
Usually about 2 hours in they had to stop for 15 minutes and just putter around a gas station.
Fortunately, Tommy had stayed up late last night with Wilbur, going over rules and his luggage over and over again to make sure he didn't forget anything.
But once rested, Tommy's energy made a full recovery, and as soon as they had gotten their luggage out of the car he was full-on sprinting towards their cabin.
Wilbur however, did not not follow so eagerly.
Unlike Tommy, car trips didn't make him stir crazy, but rather tired, lethargic, and dead on his feet.
So, grumbling, he hoisted his backpack over his shoulders and grabbed his duffle, before trudging down the path behind his little brother.
It didn't take long for his dad and Techno to catch up, his older brother giving him a small pat on his shoulder before moving past.
Phil on the other hand, fell into stride alongside Wilbur and started humming Dear Theodosia, one of his favorites.
"How are you feeling Wil?"
The words startled him, he hadn't exactly been expecting conversation.
"Uh, fine?" he said, with a slight question in his tone.
"I mean, a bit tired but nothing horrible."
Phil nodded, "OK. Just let us know if you need anything."
Wilbur couldn't help the small sigh that escaped him.
He understood that his dad meant well. That he genuinely cared and wanted to help. But this was not what Wilbur needed.
He never did well at the whole talking about your feelings thing. That was definitely Phil's department, and something he always encouraged in his kids. But somehow Wilbur never got the hand of that particular skill.
He didn't think any of them did really.
But he didn't say this, or anything remotely similar.
Instead, he just nodded and said softly, "Alright, thanks dad."
Phil smiled, laid a hand on Wilbur's shoulder, gave a small squeeze, and then he was gone.
Wilbur paused for a second, looking around at the slowly darkening sky, where the first glimpses of stars were visible.
He glanced at the trees, shaking in the slight breeze that was making him glad he wore a hoodie.
And finally, he looked back down the path, where beams of warm light could now be seen.
Wilbur took a deep inhale, readjusted his bag, and continued walking.
It was gonna be a long couple of months.
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- Castle infiltration story: Scene Four
Scene One Scene Two Scene Three
Unspoken Doubts
Other Hero had her doubts about Hero's background, though it was easy to guess she had some involvement in the recent outburst at the kingdom. Not only that, but Hero's sharp gaze and agile movements mirrored those of the 'rogue guard' from the rumours around the kingdom. This didn’t seem like a coincidence. As rumours spread like wildfire, it only got harder for Other Hero to dismiss the resemblance.
She decided to not from mention it, knowing that it could potentially provoke Hero and lead her to leave the team. Doubt gnawed at her, but she couldn't deny the sympathy she felt for Hero. She wanted her in the team, not only for extra help in missions, but also for a new friend. As of right now, Hero seemed to be completely alone. Other Hero knew the feeling far too well.
Other Hero decided to let Hero reveal her past herself. She could do it in her own time, sharing it on her own terms, and Other Hero would stand by her when they did.
Superhero walked silently beside Other Hero, a departure from her previously opinionated self. Her brows furrowed as she walked mindlessly, lost in thought, Other Hero observed in silence. The air was palpable as Other Hero desperately searched for words to ease the tension.
“You know, I think I new team member could be a good thing,” Other Hero started softy, searching Superhero’s face for a reaction. “It could help with missions, plus it’d be good having someone new to talk to…”
“We were fine before.” Superhero responded bluntly, still stuck in her trance. Other Hero's shoulders slumped, a sigh escaping their lips. They had hoped for a lively exchange to lighten the mood, but Superhero seemed disinterested. Superhero's gaze drifted aimlessly, never quite meeting Other Hero's, as they walked in silence.
Hero trailed behind the two, her steps light but her thoughts racing. Ignoring their conversation, she let her mind wander to the vivid images of the townsfolk she had encountered. Their expressions haunted her thoughts, etched with hurt, disappointment, and fear.
It was as if their perception had been twisted, mistaking her noble intentions for villainous acts. It should have been the Villain they feared, not her. Hero felt a heaviness in her heart as she grappled with the unfair judgment, overwhelmed by frustration and confusion.
“We’re here.” Superhero huffed, throwing the bag of supplies down onto the ground. She kept her head low as she walked off, leaving Other Hero and Hero behind. Other Hero sighed, their lips slightly pursed as if holding back words. As they combed a hand through their hair, they shifted their attention to Hero.
“Sorry,” Other Hero mumbled. “They aren’t usually like this.” they averted their gaze, embarrassed of how rudely Superhero was being. Other Hero's voice carried a hint of exhaustion, their words laced with an apology, their eyes betraying the weight of their fatigue.
“Yeah it’s fine,” Hero set the other bag of supplies beside Superhero’s. “Thank you for letting me stay with you guys.” Hero smiled at Other Hero, who mustered a weary smile in return, their shoulders slumping as they nodded.
“Ah, I suppose I should show you where you’ll be staying,” Other Hero walks off further into the camp, Hero follows closely behind. Maybe a fresh start here wouldn’t be so bad.
This is just a draft. If you have any feedback lmk <3
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Wow... It’s been a while since I’ve been on Tumblr. Wish I had more time to create as I used to... I was just starting to experiment and improve my skills, but then life got in the way.
Anyways, I’m back because I was going through some stuff and found some of my poems I wrote and I have to say, they weren’t all that bad. Not the greatest, but not awful.
This one particularly resonated with me because of the pressure to marry I’m facing and the struggle I’m having explaining to my parents, mother in particular, why I’m not so keen on marriage or the definition of marriage Indian families have. It’s not about a good family, good career, but rather finding a true partner for whom I have feelings for me.
How Does It Feel to Fall in Love?
How does it feel when strong arms embrace you,
Squeezing until it feels as if your breath is rushing out,
But with a tenderness that belies how much you are cherished?
How does it feel to have hands clasp yours,
Not in restraint, but in care,
To prove that you don’t walk alone?
How does it feel to hear the whispered “I love you’s”,
To look in their eyes and see the truth burning bright,
And feeling safe in the warmth of that love?
How does it feel to fall in love,
To look at someone and see a future together
Because you trust them to stay with you forever?
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