#wit writes

[grandapplewit]

AU where Shen Yuan, soon after Binghe falls into the Abyss, loses all his memories of Shen Qingqiu. He assumes that he transmigrated into some no name NPC, and enjoys his life as a rogue cultivator completely oblivious to the Heavenly Demon and multiple Peak Lord’s tearing the world apart trying to find him.

#in my head he became a rogue cultivator operating out of Jinlan City #he stumbled upon a sham cultivator scamming the people out of their money and promptly kicked him out and took over his shop #Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe walk into a cultivators shop #who do they find but the man they’ve relentlessly hunted down for years #and surprise!! #he doesn’t recognize them!! #hes wearing green but it’s in a different style #he’s selling bestiaries and cultivation guides and protective talismans #all hand made and well loved and just slightly different than Cang Qiong teaches #but they’re accurate and reasonably priced so they can’t really complain #he wears his hair differently #but his tea tastes the same #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #liu qingge #svsss #wit writes #bingliushen #bingqiu #liushen #mxtx svsss

[im-fairly-whitty]

a writing prompt for your consideration! :}

'the oracular jukebox at the late-night diner'

(Oracular: adjective. relating to an oracle.)

“Leave it!” 

The new waitress startled back from the jukebox like she’d been stung, a ragged washcloth still in hand from where she’d been about to smudge it across the old wooden frame. 

“I told you not to go touching that thing.” Cassie scowled. “If you can’t do as you’re told then I’ll sure as hell fire you on your first night, I don’t care how much Della likes you.” 

“Sorry, I just thought-”

“You’re getting paid to clean, not to think.” said Cassie, ignoring the clear discomfort of the customer whose head was talking over in order to chew out the new girl. He wouldn’t leave before he’d had the meal he was meant to. They never did. “Now go and take out the trash before I decide to stop being so polite.” 

“New hire giving you trouble?” the customer said after the girl had scurried to back, leaving the relaxed reggae tones of Mama’s Love to undercut the sparse chatter of the midnight diner crowd.

“Steak with mashed potatoes and carrots on the side, right Ed?” Cassie said, ignoring his question.

“I hate carrots.” he said, shaking his head.

“They’re good for your eyes.” Cassie insisted.

“No carrots.”

Cassie shrugged, making a disparaging strike across her paper pad with her pencil before turning to walk back to the kitchen.

“Any possible way you could change the song?” he called after her.

“Thing’s broken, it plays whatever it wants.” Cassie shot back, flicking a hand over her shoulder as she entered the kitchen. 

“Slaughter in the pan, in a fog.” Cassie said, relaying the customer’s order to the cook in the most lackluster voice possible, heading over to the little stained mirror over the sink to prod absently at the mascara that had made its way under her eyes.

“How’s Dana working out?” Paul said, flashing his trademark sunny grin as he pulled out a fresh red steak to slap on the grill.

“She won’t last the night.” Cassie said dismissively.

“You always say that.”

“Mind your business, Paul.”

“You know I won’t.” he replied cheerily.

In a perfect world Cassie would have been able to take half a minute to prop up her sore feet in the back room, but just as she was starting to think about it there was a clattering sound from up front and the jarred tinkle of the front door’s bell.

She sighed, wearily making her back back through the swinging door to survey the damage, which seemed to amount to a fallen broom, a mildly concerned looking customer, and some rock song or another playing from the jukebox. 

“Not sure what happened.” Ed raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Your girl was over by the music box thing and then ran out all of a sudden. Looked like she’d seen a ghost.” 

Well. so much for Miss Dana.

Against her better judgment Cassie went over to the old thing and peered through the glass.

Psycho Killer by One Bad Son read the disk that had just finished playing.

Cassie sighed, rolling her eyes.

She walked over to the window by the front door to tack the little laminated “help wanted” sign back up, and then turned around and got back to work.

#I'm hilariously pleased with this #I think I snuck a greek mythology reference into nearly every sentence #wit writes

[hansoeii]

Do you think of me?

#I am not ready to witness these two longing for each other in season 2 it's gonna ruin me #stede writing love letters to ed while on his way to win him back #and ed stealing the wedding toppers and imagining marrying stede during quiet and vulnerable hours #yeah I'm very much not ready #these two are my favorite thing in the world #our flag means death #our flag means death fanart #our flag means death 2 #gay pirates #ofmd #ofmd 2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #ofmd fanart #ofmd 2 fanart #david jenkins #rhys darby #taika waititi #my art #fanart

[wyrmstongue]

oh hey... what if i shared some fic wips / snippets... i put them on my ffxiv twt but.

they're all zenoswol... verity & zenos in particular.

this one is from my wip about well... zenos being resurrected by verity after pulled back to the ragnarok by the warriors of light (she is A wol but not one of THE wol) it's largely just. me wanting to write zenos being emotional lol

this one is fun, it's a bit of a rehash of an idea i had for a fun little dream fic when i paired hemlock with zenos but now i'm completely redoing it with verity. and it also works out since i'm making her ancient counterpart tied to dreams and running with the idea of her having done experiments and whatnot and ended up in a sort of limbo where she still (partially) exists, but only within dreams. i feel like i could take a bit of inspiration from athena in some way but if i'm being honest i still haven't ran the last pandae tier and my inspo for her actually mainly comes from the fact that i'm a fan of sandman and just really like playing with dreams as a concept so. teehee. i'm still largely figuring somnia's whole deal out but writing her is very fun.

and this is the first thing i actually started writing with verity and zenos 💃 so it's a bit... i was still figuring them out... at the time... it's their first one on one encounter. i'm not positive that i'll finish it but i think it's fun to play with the idea of zenos just very genuinely being curious about, well the warriors of light in general and then in verity herself. the idea for it is that he decides that he wants her grimoire (which sort of doubles as a journal) literally just out of that curiosity and to learn more about her without actually... asking her about herself. and they spend a handful of meetings with him attempting to steal it and learning about her anyways lol

#wit writes #erm. #zenoswol #zenohika

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

“Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we…?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #story #writing #I ended up not having a witness and there was no cameras so my insurance didn’t back me #I’m willing to bet any of those nice firemen would’ve lied for me if I’d thought to ask

[kaori04]

Does anybody else wishes that one time Jaskier would just loose it and go apeshit instead of doing his usual coping mechanism joke

#jaskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #twn spoilers #spoilers #the witcher netflix spoilers #american series #she says it like its geralt who writes the songs and jaskier steals it or smth #yeah inspiration from witnessing stuff first hand is important #but when you take into the account risk that goes along with it for a weak human like jask #you cannot reduce what he is doing just to self interest #even if you don't know him

[morganbritton132]

Love the idea of Steve and Eddie being so sickening in love that Eddie calling him by his name makes Steve be like “why are you being mean”. Imagining how funny it would be if Steve was hanging out with a new friend or co worker or something at the house for the first time and Eddie comes in and is like “hey Steve” and kisses him on the cheek before introductions and obligatory “how was your day” and when Eddie leaves a couple minutes later the new friend is about to comment on how nice Steve’s husband seems when Steve turns to her and is like “I’m so so sorry you had to see that he is not usually like that he is just still pissy about (insert dumb funny thing here)”

This is cute and hilarious, and it’s so canon to this AU that it hurts. I love it so much.

I’m picturing Steve having a group of teachers over because they’re part of a committee and they’re planning an event at the school. Some of the teachers are people that Steve has known years, but the majority are people who don’t know Eddie outside of the guy that sometimes picks Steve up on bad brain days.

They’re in the thick of making posters and streamers when Eddie comes into the house, guitar case in hand from practicing at Jeff’s. He comes into the dining room where everybody is, plants a kiss on Steve’s cheek like, “Hey, Steve. Missed you.”

“Missed you more,” Steve hums back, sinking into Eddie’s side when he wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer.

Eddie rests his head on Steve’s shoulder and looks down at the poster he is making. It’s very glittery. He asks, “How’s it going?”

He listens attentively as Steve tells him of all they’ve accomplished and even reminds him of something that he said he wanted to do for the event and forgot about. He smiles and shakes hands when he’s introduced to other teachers and even recalls some of the things Steve told him about them.

At the ends of it, Eddie kisses Steve’s cheek again, tells him that they’re doing amazing work, and then says, “I’ve got a melody in my head, gonna go iron it out. Let me know if you need anything.”

He even says as he leaves, “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Steve echoes back. Once the basement door closes, Steve just sighs and says so apologetically, “I’m so sorry you had to see that and if it made any of you uncomfortable. He’s not typically like that, you know. He’s just mad at me right now because I won’t walk a red carpet with him next week.”

At first everybody thinks that he’s joking but Steve looks so genuinely embarrassed that they have to believe him. Everybody is just like, “Excuse me, he’s mad at you?? He isn’t usually like that??? Meaning that he’s typically more loving and affectionate???”

Kathy, a seventh grade English teacher who shares way too much about her failing marriage, is just like, “Shoot, I can’t even get my husband to say he loves me half the time.”

“Kathy,” Steve says sincerely. “You need to divorce your husband.”

“I know.”

There’s a beat of silence before David, a newer teacher at the school, asks, “Red carpet? He is like, movie star or something?”

#while Steve is apologizing Eddie’s in the basement writing a song about how Steve doesn’t love his voice acting enough to go to the premiere #Eddie: *calls Steve by his given name* #Steve: oh my god this is so embarrassing. sorry you had to witness that #I just love the idea of Steve having completely unrelateble relationship problems #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[chidoroki]

"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn emma #tpn ray #rayemma #emma #ray #my edits #happy november 13th aka the day the kiddos crossed over to the human world and our fearless protagonist achieved her goal. #im so proud of her..& i didnt mean for this to turn into something so RE relatable but it just fits ya know? ray's been by her side the #entire journey so of course he would witness all her ups & downs. i dunno if he would indulge in poetry however but with all the #books in the GF & bunker library im sure he's at least come across his far share of poems over the years. so yeah. i sorta imagined him #writing all this down and sketching out his memories alongside it all. hopefully the panels convey that kind of look. who knows.

[grandapplewit]

When you want to write a fic, but the only thing you can think of is Geto Suguru getting Gwen Stacy’d, TASM2 style.

#satosugu #of course #geto suguru #gojo satoru #he deserved to get splattered across some concrete #I think it would fix him #it would also traumatize Gojo which is always a win #curse!geto #wit writes

[im-fairly-whitty]

“Cowboy Finds Something Fucked Up”

A short writing prompt from @slusheeduck to help me get back into writing shape for the summer.

***

“Alright Strawberry, settle down girl.” Tim said, brows furrowed as he rubbed a leather-gloved hand on his horses’ neck and scanned the empty grassy horizon around them.

The dryness in his mouth and the throbbing behind his eyes wasn’t helping him either. He knew he should have drunk something other than whatever fucked up version of tequila had been in that stranger’s canteen last night. It weren’t often that a half remembered night left an itching feeling all over his skin the morning after.

The unforgivingly Texan sun was searing apathetically down on them, meaning that with the lack of significant scrub or rocks around them Tim should have been easily able to see whatever it was that was making his horse so skittish at two in the afternoon on a trail they’d ridden over hundreds of times on the way into town. 

Even worse, he’d woken up late enough in the day for the forever sunburnt tip of his nose to be complaining again at his lack of late morning cover. The rest of the impromptu little campsite had been long deserted, the fire pit ashes cold as the smothering August heat would allow. 

Strawberry steadfastly ignored his attempts to steady her, responding to a gentle prod forward by angrily shrilling and half rearing up. Tim swore and hefted himself up in the saddle to hastily counterbalance, narrowly keeping his seat as he harshly reigned the appaloosa mare in to keep her from bolting.

He’d only had Strawberry for a year, having gotten her after an unusually well spent paycheck, but she’d always been an obstinately unflusterable creature. If anything she often didn’t spook even when she really should, making the queasy feeling in Tim’s stomach undismissable as he strained his eyes to see what he already knew wasn’t there. 

“The fuck are you doing? There’s nothing there!” Tim barked, swinging down to the ground to better grab the mare’s bridle. “Calm down.” 

The horse only skittered and pranced from side to side on the trail, ears pinned at whatever phantom her stupid prey animal brain had conjured up. 

And then suddenly with a wrench of reigns that made Tim glad for his gloves, she was out and away, cantering away down the path for a harried few seconds before fretfully rounding back to stare at him with a frightened whinny.

“You stay right the fuck there.” Tim called, unholstering his pistol as he turned to scan the slightly blurry ground around him yet again. 

He was still unable to spot whatever rattlesnake or even scrap of fluttering cloth that might have possibly inspired such an uncharacteristic reaction out of his usually unflappable mount. That and the gritty spots at the edge of his drink-weary vision were starting to test his patience in a real way.

Maybe it had just been the sun glinting off a piece of glass? A rodent scurrying through the dead grass? Or even a-

The guttural shriek of a horse in mortal pain wasn’t something Tim often had the bone-deep displeasure of hearing, meaning that when it rang out behind him alongside a snarl and scuffling of dirt, every dusty hair on his body stood on end. He spun, leveling his gun at whatever was mauling his horse to death.

But all he saw in the slightly blurry distance was Strawberry stared silently back at him, looking as unbothered as a lizard sunning itself on a rock. Which sure didn’t explain why there seemed to be a still-settling haze of kicked up dust drifting down around it.

Tim blinked, heartbeat still in his throat as he stared. The horse swished its long tail, one ear twitching. 

“What was that?” Tim demanded hoarsely, gun still pointed at the creature. 

The spotted horse took a step toward him and Tim unconsciously took a step back, the hair on the back of his neck continuing to insist that something was wrong. Which was an extremely useless instinct when he still didn’t have a scrap of visual evidence to back this feeling up with. 

He wiped his forehead with the back of his glove. Doubtlessly he’d just gotten drunk enough on bad liquor last night that his nerves had been worn through in a bad way, making him stupidly paranoid. 

Was he going down with heatstroke? It had to be. That’s why he was feeling all muzzy and dizzy. 

He had to pull his fool self together and get to town and drink something properly healthy before he did something irreversibly stupid. Maybe see a doctor. God, no, that was going to be expensive. Just some water then.

“I don’t have the energy for this!” Tim growled, some unimpressed part of him well aware that he was yelling at a horse that was doing nothing but quietly walking toward him. “So you’re fine now? Just like that?”

The animal didn’t respond, just huffed under its tack as it slunk forward.

Why was it moving like that. Was that a way that horses normally moved? Suddenly everything was feeling worse than it had been as his adrenaline spiked.

It all happened in a moment. A sharp pain up the back of his throat. A painful glint of sun across his eyes. A blur of movement from ahead of him on the trail. The deafening kick of the gun in his hand. An unearthly shriek, and then the thud of a massive body hitting the dry dirt. 

Tim choked on nothing as he hit the ground ass first, scrambling back and blinking hard against the stinging in his eyes. 

There was utter silence all around him, not so much as a buzzing of insects. Ahead of him, an empty trail. Devoid of the thing he could have sworn had just been lunging for him before he’d emptied a round into it.

“Wha-what...what the...” Tim muttered blearily.

He dimly registered a burning sensation on his arm, but couldn’t see anything wrong with it when he looked down at his sleeve. 

Any traces of thought still left in his head were rudimentary as he lurched to his feet and took off back down the path at a stumbling sprint from the direction he’d come. To hell with the horse. To hell with the town. To hell with the itching burning that felt like it was clawing up to his shoulder now. Every bit of him demanded that he run, and so he did.

#original work #Strawbebby #wit writes

[batfamhyperfixation]

Damian: I just don't think Pride and Prejudice would work well in a modern setting

Tim: *flashback to when, in his stalking investigation to find the batfam's secret identities, he stumbled upon Jason's modern day pride and prejudice au*

(said scene he is thinking of: Dudebro Darcy trying to flirt with Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Bennet and to avoid it, she tried to tell him she can't hook up with him cause she's on her period, only for this exchange-

Darcy, trying to make a joke: don't worry, I'm a monsterfucker *wink*

Elizabeth, raising an eyebrow: Well too bad I'm not *walks away*

Then, over the course of the fic, Darcy learns to drink women respect juice. Then he sees Elizabeth again, apologizes, and cue enemies to lovers)

Tim, making eye contact with Jason across the table: you know, on the other hand, I do feel Pride and Prejudice could work in a modern setting-

#he was trying to make the 'women are monsters on their period' joke and she was havin' none of it #this is definitely something Jason would write #hes like 'based on an interaction i witnessed between my boyfriend and my girlfriend' (yes this is now joyfire content too) #batkids #batfam #bat family #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #p&p #pride and prejudice

[time-slink]

good game, well played.

#my art #technoblade #i posted this untagged at first because i didn’t quite have the words but i’m putting it here for the sake of writing it out #technoblade has been my favorite youtuber since middle school #and his wit and humor helped to carry me through one of the darkest times of my life #i thank him for all the years he gave us #and here’s to his memory living on #rest well; well done #death mention

[birchlogz]

#hosea matthews #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #i could go into an unhinged rant abt this actuallt i will. fuck u #this started as like a jokey post but like #idk it lead down this whole rabbithole of arthur's emotional maturity #we know john clearly loved hosea but we only ever see arthurs side #and we see how much hoseas mentorship and wit and love influenced arthur #and although he had a similar influence on john and guided his moral compass i think john is much less mature about processing #and understanding his emotions... like he wouldnt have ran away if he had those skills. #and this idea of arthur figuring out that he thinks of dutch and hosea as parents. that its ok to have parental figures #that arent your biological ones and them being there in your life doesnt replace the connection he had with his mother #i just think john would struggle internally with that concept a lot #he wouldnt want to accept that. he is afraid of having a new family. #this boy needs therapy #anyways #my artz #someonewhos smarter than me should write a fic abt that noneed to credit me i just need to see that in the world #if it exists link it to me now i NEED to cry over it

[themarsbar]

what if they're doing it on purpose. what if it happened once by chance and it felt especially soft and gentle and caring so now they hold hands with two fingers because they made it their thing. what then

#write on my tombstone that my heart gave out bearing witness to exceptionally tender hand-holding #young royals #young royals spoilers

[imviotrash]

I honestly think that Joanne had it the worst (psychologically) during the midnight tea party.

Imagine being bullied and isolated for a year, because someone fabricated an entire web of lies about you due to you getting a tiny bit of positive attention. The truth about the situation finally comes to light, you get your (very demanding) dream job, are well liked among your peers and are finally included within the schools society.

And then within one night you:

-discover your comfort teacher and your first friend are not real and are actually private investigators

-find out your boss who is supposed to be your role model and protector is a murderer

-realize that the principal has been on vacation for a year and was replaced by THE FUCKING GRIM REAPER

-learn that the vice principal is DEAD (and was subjected to human experimentation)

-learn that you're the second replacement for a guy who got brutally murdered and ALSO subjected to human experimentation (which you are witnessing right Infront of your eyes in real time)

-literally hear why and how these humans have been experimented on

-see how someone gets turned into dinner

-almost get turned into dinner yourself and can't escape on time because your body shut down out of shock.

-see how your "friend" is hunted for sport by the grim reaper.

-also see your "comfort teacher" crush someone's head right Infront of you.

-become unconscious out of shock.

-loose not only your boss, two friends (Soma and Ciel )and comfort teacher after this whole fiasco, but also your entire network of coworkers because they got a promotion you're too young to have.

-on top of that YOU CANNOT talk about what happened to you to anyone because you were sworn to secrecy and you can't really talk about it privately to your former colleagues either, since they're now a completely different rank than you.

Like- the guy didn't get physically injured, but he was the only real student to witness the entire Midnight tea party, because he couldn't escape on time. (And let's also not forget that he's the youngest of the real students present at the party and definitely the most sensitive one).

Since the Midnight tea party will happen again, Joanne and his former coworkers are probably forced to attend again since they can't really publicly share the reason as to why they don't want to go.

#when your comfort character didn't have a day of comfort in his life #i love how Joanne was supposed to be a oneshot character but the editors ended up liking him so much that he became a regular character #but instead of treating him like a normal character they just decide to make the worst things happen to him #He needs to be rescued from this manga #im looking WAAAAAY too deep into this but its been on my mind for a while #this is definitely me pretending that this character is of more relevance than he actually is #definitely very self indulgent post #but I honestly think he deserves more in depth writing! #especially since hes interested in philosophy and witnessed the extremes of his schools code of ethics #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji season 4 #vio speaks #joanne harcourt #kuroshitsuji spoilers

[ssaalexblake]

grief and it's effects on us was a Major theme in chibnall dw and why are some people acting like that is bad? Is it not cutesy enough? Not heart warming enough? Do you think children do not know grief? Do not know death? Do not deserve a fictional hand to hold them through?

the grief and hope themes in the era are deeply intertwined and this is a Feature, and it certainly is not grim or uncaring.

#dw shit #y'all miss the point so hard it'd be funny if it wasn't painful to witness #anyway happily ever after doesn't mean Forever #it just means time. #a lack of an inexplicable bullshit resolution that stops people crying is not a goddamn example of bad writing #things will not end well but you will be okay is hopeful and compassionate #as a message