#this is not a prompt

[scarletsaphire]

Our Death is The Start (Til Death Do Us Part)

It’s rare for two people with similar enough souls to die at the same time. Its even rarer for these two people to come back as ghosts. When that happens, during the fragile time between the living, the dead, and the undead, these souls are bound. Their boundaries would blur, and the two souls, not yet ghosts, would merge into one being with two bodies. They would share thoughts and feelings, and the driving force behind their actions, their Obsession, would be the same. It was rare for this to happen, but not impossible.

Its rarer still for one of these bonded souls to move on, or go somewhere that the other would not, could not follow. The souls were connected in a way that no living being could comprehend. When one decided to move on, to join the brethren sleeping peacefully beneath the earth, the other would follow soon after. The bonded souls were nearly impossible to split, with one always clinging onto the other, no matter what realm they ended up in. But nearly impossible was not impossible.

The rarest was when two souls, similar enough to bond, died at the same time, entering the area between life and death and undeath. Rare for them to bond, and then for one to end up straddling that between so firmly that neither side claimed him, alive and dead at the same time. The other could not follow as quickly. The other could not steady himself so firmly on the edge of life and death. But nothing would stop him from clawing his way towards the balance, towards their bounded one. This was rare, entirely unheard of. After all, it only ever happened once

#dp x dc #dead on main #jason todd/danny fenton #jason todd/danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #I AM WRITING THIS #THIS IS NOT A PROMPT #It’ll be under the name in the header #i’m making a backlog of chapters for it rn #currently only have one done #but im working at it!

[chaotic-orphan]

The Stranger

EEEEEK!!! I love this one so much. The stranger is my favourite OC so far so I hope you enjoy! Expect more soon —- maybe.

This is not a prompt

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Vigilante was there when the mayor’s son stepped out into a line of traffic, dragging him to safety while risking his life. The mayor called the cops not two seconds after, and once Vigilante made sure the kid was safe they were gone.

This was a usual occurrence. Save the civilians of the city from imminent danger or death, have them recognise you as vigilante, and then have the cops descend upon you until you run as fast as you can on your noble feet.

What wasn’t a usual occurrence was the increase in people suddenly have suicidal tendencies and the fog the vigilante witnessed clear from their bloodshot eyes had gotten to vigilante. It was time the heroes knew about this, vigilante couldn’t do it alone anymore.

There was no thanks in the city. Not for unlicensed heroes. Not for vigilantes, as they have been named in the papers.

That’s why Vigilante was on the roof tonight. Waiting for hero, their usual rendezvous that Vigilante hadn’t been making for the last couple weeks, by no fault of hero.

Footsteps on the roof. Vigilante kept looking forward. Out of their periphery they expected to see a familiar face. What they instead saw was a tall imposing figure sidle up beside them.

Vigilante jerked forward, spinning to face the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vigilante asked.

The stranger cracked a half smile, reaching into their pocket. Vigilante immediately went on guard, but the stranger let out a soft chuckle as they pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Relax,” the stranger drawled. Popping open the box and taking a cigarette in their teeth before pocketing the pack again. The stranger waved their hand again, waving away Vigilante’s worries.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the stranger continued, flicking open a zippo lighter and lighting their cigarette with sure hands.

Vigilante looked the stranger up and down. They were dressed well, a dress shirt and warm looking grey duffle coat. Their hair was immaculate, their eyes cool and full of amusement as they watched vigilante observe them.

“Why are you here?” Vigilante asked, voice laced with suspicion.

“You’ve been a very naughty little hero wannabe, vigilante. Got on my radar. Not a good radar to get on, but a very prestigious one so I do admire you for it.”

“For what?” Vigilante snapped, already tired with the strangers pretension.

The strangers eyes flashed dangerous. Crossing their long legs as they drew a languid hand up to their mouth and took a drag, their eyes dancing with a savage glee the more impatient Vigilante got.

“Your meddling,” the stranger answered simply, exhaling a lungful of smoke into the night air.

“Listen, I’m getting tired of your shit, and I’m meeting someone so-“

“Oh,” the stranger laughed, slapping a hand to their forehead. “Oh I almost forgot, of course. You’re meeting dear Hero aren’t you? Hero! You can come out now!”

Vigilante’s heart felt like it just got a dagger plunged into it. Was this superhero? Did they find out about hero and vigilante’s meetings? That’s why the stranger was so smug.

All that melted away when they saw hero step onto the roof. They were definitely hero. There was no doubt. But it didn’t feel like hero. Vigilante glanced at the stranger who smiled, and then looked at hero.

“Hero?” Vigilante asked, as hero went to stand beside the stranger. Vigilante took a step forward and the stranger stood, leaning to whisper something in hero’s ear.

Hero stared at vigilante the entire time, and vigilante cursed to themself before approaching the pair.

“Hero what the-“

The stranger got in Vigilante’s way and Vigilante threw a good solid fist to the stranger’s cheek. The stranger caught vigilante’s fist and vigilante’s attention was suddenly on them instead of hero.

“That’s not very nice, vigilante. How on earth do you make friends with this attitude?” The stranger tsked, throwing vigilante’s fist back with such force vigilante had to step back.

“This whole mystery act is getting pretty tiring. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?”

“I know you,” the stranger began, dropping their cigarette and crushing it under foot their eyes turning dark, as they continued advancing on vigilante. “Because you’re the little thorn in my side that keeps fucking up my carefully thought out projects.”

For every step forward the stranger took, vigilante took one back.

“What projects?” Vigilante spat, “What did say to hero?”

“I’d worry more about yourself vigilante.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me.”

“That was before you threw the first punch.”

Vigilante feigned left then dodged to the right around the stranger going to hero who was approaching the edge of the roof.

“Hero!” Vigilante yelled, before getting dragged back by their collar. Vigilante turned in the stranger’s grip, grabbing their wrist for leverage as they planted both their feet on the stranger’s chest running up it and planting a kick on the stranger’s chin.

The stranger released them and vigilante used the momentum to flip feet over head and turn back to hero.

“Vigilante?” The stranger said and against their better judgement the vigilante turned. When they met the stranger’s eyes it was as if they had vertigo. The entire roof turned dizzying melting into sky with the black spots clouding their vision. “Stay.”

The vigilante didn’t want to listen, they didn’t. But that voice… that command was the only thing stopping the world from spinning so vigilante froze in place and when their brain caught up with them they found they couldn’t move a muscle.

“Wh- what the fuck?” Vigilante cried, eyes focused on the stranger who was holding their jaw with their hand. The stranger’s eyes met vigilante’s frightened ones and they grinned.

“You are one piece of work,” the stranger said, voice cheerful despite everything while Vigilante’s mind was at war with itself, trying to urge their foot to just move!

But it didn’t.

They stood rooted to the roof. Watching as the stranger came towards them, fixing their coat as they bent low to look vigilante in the eye.

“Strange, isn’t it? The feeling of not having control over your own body. Your own actions,” the stranger said, voice airy and contemplative. The stranger looked at something behind Vigilante and stood straight. “That’s far enough, hero.”

“If you hurt them-“

The stranger’s gaze cut into Vigilante, all snide and smug and mocking. They cocked a brow, “You’ll what? What could you do right now? Stare at me?”

The stranger reached out to grab Vigilante’s chin, even though vigilante felt themself move back. The instinct was there. But their body wouldn’t obey them.

The stranger’s fingers were cold and took Vigilante’s chin in a bruising grip, lifting their face enough to put strain on their neck. “Hmph. Still defiant.”

“You’re behind all the brainwashing cases,” said Vigilante. The stranger’s eyes shined with interest, and a sardonic kind of knowing. “The influx of suicide.”

“How can I be responsible for suicide, Vigilante?” The stranger asked, tilting their head. “The word implies the act of killing oneself. Singular.”

“Yeah. Singular. Because you’re the only one doing it.”

The stranger smiled again. “I like you, Vigilante. I didn’t expect to. But you’re very entertaining. Come, look at hero for me.”

That infectious voice penetrated vigilante’s ears like a missile, echoing and ringing and bouncing off the corners of their skull until their feet turned to face Hero, still standing on the edge of the roof. Feet half off the edge. Zombified.

Vigilante’s heart lurched at seeing them like that. So unlike the hero they knew. Hero was good. They shouldn’t be here. It was all vigilante’s fault. They should be the one at the edge not their hero and they couldn’t even lift a finger to stop the stranger.

The stranger threw a casual arm around Vigilante’s shoulders and sighed.

“You know,” the stranger began. “I did intend on just making you watch Hero die and then kill you after, but… with our chat I changed my mind. Hero. Come over here.”

Hero obeyed. Silent. And the closer they got to vigilante the more vigilante could see hero’s eyes. Bloodshot and foggy. Not in control.

“Forget everything, sweet hero. Forget your meeting with vigilante-“

“Hey! No!” Vigilante protested, but the stranger clamped a hand over Vigilante’s mouth, turning their head to look vigilante in the eye.

“Silence.”

They didn’t remove the hand from Vigilante’s mouth, but turned to face Hero again.

“Sorry about that hero. You will forget your meeting with vigilante. Meeting me. The roof. Everything that happened after you left your house tonight. You don’t need to worry about vigilante.”

Vigilante’s heart hammered against their throat, unable to move or resist in anyway. The bastard had even taken their voice! Now hero was going to forget they were ever here.

Vigilante wanted nothing more than to rip the bastard’s hand off them and scream at the top of their lungs, but they couldn’t move. Not even an inch. They just had to stand here and watch.

“When you go home tonight it will be like you had a quiet night in. Now go, little hero. Before I change my mind. Get home safe.”

Hero was off the roof in a matter of seconds.

The stranger turned to Vigilante then, eyes wide like a cats watching a laser.

“You, Vigilante. I’m taking home with me.”

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Continued here

#the stranger #writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #villain #vigilante x hero #hero x vigilante #writing snippet #writing #creative writing #this is not a prompt #Oprhan’s stranger #Orphan #Orphan writing #vigilante whumpee #vigilante #vigilante shit #stranger whumper #mind control #mind conditioning #mind corruption #telepathy #control #mind #writebrl #writerslife #writeblr #writers and poets

[findinghomesomehow]

KimChay fic prompt idea :

This same exact scene but as Kim walks to the car he hears the cries of Chay. Stops for a moment, visible tears in his eyes but Kim being Kim, he can't afford to cry. As he is getting in the car, chay's cries get louder and that finally breaks Kim. He gets back running towards his baby and falls own beside chay and hugs him.

Slowly he makes Chay get up and walks them to his room in the main house (pls make them hold hands here or just any form of physical touch). As they get to Kim's room, he makes Chay sit on the bed or something and hugs him tight. While chay keeps crying in his arms, Kim also sheds a tear or two.

Slowly Chay stops crying and gets more in his senses as to who he is with and pushes Kim away yelling "GO AWAY & LEAVE ME ALONE. Why did you come back? You said you never loved me and had just used me for you information, then why did you come back!! " And constantly hits him on the chest lr something (Ok this is a very bad dialogue delivery but you get the point)

Kim hears all of the yelling silently and only after Chay has calmed down, he goes closer and cups Chay's face (wiping down the tears with his thumbs and whispers "baby when did I ever say I don't love you", which makes chay look at him.

Then Kim goes on to explaining why he did what he did and how he actually had just planned on using Chay's crush on him to get info but eventually fell in love and how he thought he didn't deserve Chay and pushed him away to keep him safe.

Chay's hears everything and literally just slaps Kim straight across the face. Says "I can't believe you. You. The person I had a crush for the longest time, the person I loved and adored for ever. YOU FUCKING USED MY FEELINGS TO GET INFORMATION ABOUT MY BROTHER. You know you were right about one thing .. YOU DON'T DESERVE ME" (C'mon he's being raised by Tankhun now) and walks away, while Kim tries to stop him but this time, chay leaves.

Enter tankhun coz he heard yelling from Kim's room. Now just let the younger one get his walls down in front of his brother and cry and tell everything. Hearing which, tankhun hits him on the head with a tray (idk where the tray came from but yes) and hugs him. Tells Kim what he did wrong and makes him understand how he should be approaching chay and that Kim doesn't need to be scared of falling in love.

Kim hears everything and goes to porchay the next day. After all kimlock had to go to that monk to continue his whatever. Seeing him Chay immediately asks him to leave but Kim doesn't budge. And after a bit of chay asking him to leave and Kim asking chay to just hear him out, Kim falls to his knees in front of Chay (this is exactly where this entire idea generated from) and begs for forgiveness. He goes on to tell how much he loves chay and wants to be with him and is sorry for whatever he did. Chay at some point kneels in front of him and hugs him. Let them take their guards down and hug and cry and confess. But after that Kim says that even though he wants to be with Chay, he cannot. He cannot until he has solved the mystery with chay's parents and his dad because he cannot have a relationship that began with lies and not feelings. So if chay is willing to wait, he is ready to prove his love. But then again he keeps the doors open if porchay wants to leave and move on.

And porchay being tankhun's baby now just goes "the proof better be good, I ain't waiting for just anything" which both of them laugh. And idk hug now and Kim kisses him on the forehead and they cuddle and take a nap.

So like basically they don't get together but they know they will, something of that sort.

I'm sorry that this got so detailed and long.

#fic prompt #KimChay #because i honestly don't think about anything else these days #the breakup sequence has ruined me to the core #and yes let my kimlock go oyt of character for a while and get weak in love #this is not a prompt #are prompt even supposed to be this detailed? #yes a forehead kiss bcoz I'm a simp for those #i just need my babies to be happy #and kim begging on his knees is a practical need rn #kinnporche the series #kimchay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #kim x porschay #kim x chay #fic ideas #why is this so detailed wtf #im sorry about that #but i couldn't let go of the details i had in mind #had to put them in

[writing-prompt-s]

They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

#writing #writing prompt #tropes #reading #books #book tropes #angst prompt #angst #booklr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #percy jackson #the poppy war #mythology #chosen one #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #bungou stray dogs #yosano akiko #anime #my hero academia #todoroki shoto #neon genesis evangelion #the hunger games #10k #20k #30k #50k #100k

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

#writeblr #ao3 #archive of our own #writer #writing #writers #whump #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #blorbo #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing challenge #writing community #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writer’s block #tropes #trope #whump tropes #whump trope #prompt #prompts #whump prompt #whump prompts #whumpblr #whump community

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

#writing prompt #writing #r prompts #writing tropes #fanfiction #writing ideas #writing inspiration

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+ #queer #story ideas #writing prompts

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

#writing #writeblr #writer #ao3 #archive of our own #writing memes #writers #writing community #writing challenge #fanfic #fanfiction #blorbo #whump #angst #fluff #bookblr #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing inspo #writing inspiration #tropes #trope #prompts #prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #whump prompts #whump prompt

[madame-helen]

#meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #humor #funny #lol #satire #funny memes #funny humor #funny meme #comedy #writing prompt #writing #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #irony #joke #parody #wholesome memes

[write-on-world]

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing #writing prompt #writer #my writing #daily writing prompt #daily writing #writing tool #story #write it

[daily-prompts]

I need everyone’s best character advice. STAT.

#daily writing prompts #fiction #writing #writing practice #writing inspiration #words #character #character arcs

[writing-prompt-s]

A strange alien doctor stands near the unconscious body of Padme Amidala. “It appears she has lost the will to live.” A older man with a limp hobbles closer with the aid of a cane. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” says Dr. Gregory House.

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration

[soy-sauce-and-mothra]

Hey! Are there blacksmiths in your story? I'm a hobbyist blacksmith and I'm here to help!

Blacksmithing is one of those things that a lot of people get wrong because they don't realize it stuck around past the advent of the assembly line. Here's a list of some common misconceptions I see and what to do instead!

Not all blacksmiths are gigantic terrifying muscly guys with beards and deep voices. I am 5'8, skinny as a twig, have the muscle mass of wet bread, and exist on Tumblr. Anybody who is strong enough to pick up a hammer and understands fire safety can be a blacksmith.

You can make more than just swords with blacksmithing. Though swords are undeniably practical, they're not the only things that can be made. I've made candle holders, wall hooks, kebab skewers, fire pokers, and more. Look up things other people have made, it's really amazing what can be done.

"Red-hot" is actually not that hot by blacksmith terms. when heated up, the metal goes from black, to red, to orange, to yellow, to white. (for temperature reference, I got a second degree burn from picking up a piece of metal on black heat) The ideal color to work with the metal is yellow. White is not ideal at all, because the metal starts sparking and gets all weird and lumpy when it cools. (At no point in this process does the metal get even close to melting. It gets soft enough to work with, but I have never once seen metal become a liquid.)

Blacksmithing takes fucking forever. Not even taking into account starting the forge, selecting and preparing metal, etc. etc. it takes me around an hour to make one (1) fancy skewer. The metals blacksmiths work with heat up and cool down incredibly fast. When the forge is going good, it only takes like 20 seconds to get your metal hot enough to work with, but it takes about the same time for it to cool down, sometimes even less.

As long as you are careful, it is actually stupidly easy to not get hurt while blacksmithing. When I picked up this hobby I was like "okay, cool! I'm gonna make stuff, and I'm gonna end up in the hospital at some point!" Thus far, the latter has yet to occur. I've been doing this for nearly a year. I have earned myself a new scar from the aforementioned second degree burn, and one singe mark on my jeans. I don't even wear gloves half the time. Literally just eye protection, common sense, and fast reflexes and you'll probably be fine. (Accidents still happen of course, but I have found adequate safety weirdly easy to achieve with this hobby)

A forge is not a fire. The forge is the thing blacksmiths put their metal in to heat it up. It starts as a small fire, usually with newspaper or something else that's relatively small and burns easily, which we then put in the forge itself, which is sort of a fireplace-esque thing (there's a lot of different types of forge, look into it and try to figure out what sort of forge would make the most sense for the context you're writing about) and we cover it with coal, which then catches fire and heats up. The forge gets really hot, and sometimes really bright. Sometimes when I stare at the forge for too long it's like staring into the sun. The forge is also not a waterfall of lava, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Welding and blacksmithing are not the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but you cannot connected two pieces of metal with traditional blacksmithing alone. There is something called forge welding, where you heat your metal, sprinkle borax (or the in-universe equivalent) on it to prevent the metal from oxidizing/being non-weldable, and hammer the pieces together very quickly. Forge welding also sends sparks flying everywhere, and if you're working in a small space with other blacksmiths, you usually want to announce that you're welding before you do, so that everyone in a five-foot radius can get out of that five-foot radius. You also cannot just stuck some random pebbles into the forge and get a decent piece of metal that you can actually make something with, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Anvils are really fucking heavy. Nothing else to add here.

Making jewelry is not a blacksmithing thing unless you want jewelry made of steel. And it will be very ugly if you try. Blacksmithing wasn't invented to make small things.

If there's anything here I didn't mention, just ask and I'll do my best to answer.

#yes some of this was directed at steven universe #the only thing su got right was bismuth crying when her anvil broke #cus those things are goddamn expensive and hard to transport #blacksmith #blacksmithing #writing #writing prompts #writing advice #writeblr #writer #writer problems #writerblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writers