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willowbelle · 9 days
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😃👍get ready u guys
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eating u out headcanons
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elshells · 11 months
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The upside of writing past midnight: My exhaustion fuels my motivation and need to complete the chapter I've been working on.
The downside of writing past midnight: I cant fuckign spell
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budugu · 3 months
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If this post gets a lot (let's say 10k because that's impossible) I'm going to start writing poetry again .
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beautifulenemychild · 8 months
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ok tumblr friends, I need your opinion on a queer af Genderfluid French tailor who, for most of the story, is referred to as either monsieur or Madame and everyone thinks your talking about two separate people with the same last name who just happen to look very similar (twins perhaps) but it TrAnSPirES that they are the same, very talented, seamsperson.
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me writing angst: haha this is fun I hope someone cries reading it
me when my favorite show has even the slightest bit of angst: OH NO
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fluffy-goddess · 1 year
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Me writing about two useless lesbians who give the most fucking obvious hints at each other, establishing from the beginning that they're into girls and then being like: "she is just being nice we're friends after all, what if they don't even like girls?, I don't think she likes me back anyway "
My friend been like: "let them Seggs already"
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thepromiscuousfinger · 11 months
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being a writer is spelling disembowelment correctly on the first try but somehow always screwing up definitliely
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when half your stories start with someone waking up in an unfamiliar place and someone tells you to stop:
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thatstolenpayal · 2 months
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ngl but if i were a boy i would have been the best boyfriend
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theidlespoon · 1 month
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writer culture is creating a sunshine character and then making them go through so much trauma that they're unrecognisable
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civetside · 1 month
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okie here are the farmer doodles i started like last month and didnt bother finishing until now
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radiance1 · 6 months
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The League tried to interrupt a summoning of a powerful being from the Infinite Realms. From the information they collected, the being isn't of the status of a royalty, but they still had to be careful as the being the summoners tried to call forth was still of noble status.
They failed.
The head cultist finished the ritual, the last words to finish the summoning left their tongue and the room was suddenly doused in heat, as black flame came to life from within the circle, twisting and turning, back and forth until a pair of red eyes suddenly flashed from inside the twisting pillar of flame and just as suddenly as the eyes appeared, was the pillar broken apart.
What was left behind was the figure of a giant phoenix, wings spread as embers black as night gently fell down to the floor below and suddenly disappearing, as if they were never there in the first place.
"Who dares to disturb-" The being started, eyes scanning the crowd below before stilling, extremely and worryingly quiet. One of them quietly cursed. "Constantine..." The creature's voice was low, dangerously low, no doubt anger in its voice as it called out the Warlock's name.
Everyone tensed, expecting something dangerous, except for the cultists, and the Head, who turned his head towards them and smiled, obviously expecting them to be reduced to not even ash.
"100 years. One. Hundred. Years." The being spoke, and confusion wormed its way into the hearts of all those present. "100 years I have waited for you, and when we finally meet once again it's not even you summoned me but these-" The creature waved a wing at the cultist below. "-These fatuous and vacuous little things."
"And what is this? You surrounded yourself with those not even of human birth before you have even thought about me?" The noble's eyes narrowed. "Did our relationship mean nothing to you?
Someone, probably not Constantine, choked.
"Well then, after all of this time you can at least make yourself useful." In a flash of black fire, Constantine was brought from within the ranks of heroes and in front of the beast, a man who seemed to be trying to-and unsuccessfully- lighting a smoke. "Ah, why do that when you have me?" The being purred, bending down to apparently light a smoke before freezing, as if remembering what exactly it was doing, but the action was already done, and Constantine was killing his lungs away.
The phoenix snapped back up to standing above everyone else, clearing its throat as if what happened decidedly didn't happen.
"What exactly did you want me to be useful for, love?" Constantine asked, expelling the smoke from his lungs and deciding that this might as well be happening. The noble huffed, folding its wings at its sides as it stared down at its apparent lover. "Take care of our son for once in your sad, pathetic life."
This time, not only did Constantine choke, but a good chunk of people there did as well. Constantine ran a hand through his hair, looking up at the phoenix incredulously. "Aren't we both men?"
The phoenix looked at his lover as if he were stupid. "Your point?"
"I-" Constantine sighed, took a breath, held, then expelled more smoke from his lungs. Apparently, he decided not to question anything anymore. "You know what? Sure, where is the little bugger?"
Over the next few moments, both the Justice League and Cultists were treated to the noble transforming into a human (still having wings) and handing over their apparent child-who looked nothing like them by being a dragon, but who were they to question the apparent reproduction of a being from the Infinite Realms- and being lectured about what not to do and what to do and how he should be cared for.
Also, a warning for his many powers.
Then the Duke stole a kiss (One that he claimed was long overdue) and left.
The room was silent, only the sounds of breathing occupying the room as the temperature was brought back down to normal levels.
A moment later, Batman walked up to the nearby cultist and punched him across the face and knocking him out cold, suddenly reminding everyone what exactly they were here for.
A while later, in the meeting room, everyone looked at Constantine. Who had a baby eastern dragon wrapped around one arm (who was apparently his child) and rubbing his temple with the other.
"I can't explain this."
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Danny was actually not Constantine kid, neither was he Vlad's. Biologically, at the very least, however. Vlad did adopt both him and Jasmine a while back after their whole parent fiasco.
They're dead, sadly unable to become ghosts, or perhaps not so sadly.
Of course, they unfortunately outlived Jasmine, which was to be expected, but Vlad and Danny did grow close enough that they no longer viewed each other as enemies.
However, who could have expected that Danny, finally ascending to his princely status, would turn him back into a literal child because he was, for all intents and purposes, one by Dragon standards.
Utter malarkey, he would say.
Taking care of that boy was the worst few memories he has ever had. He was constantly being kept from his sleep, his work being interrupted constantly, and the child managed to find a way to leave his sight at each and every turn.
But there were some sweet moments, he would say.
It's only reasonable, however, that his lover (who he hasn't seen for an entire century might he add) share the workload.
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bizarrelittlemew · 17 days
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reblog button is called Reboop from now on. keep booping!!
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flayyr · 9 months
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mmm divorcespark. i post whatever the fuck i want
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casterisks · 7 months
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and yet…
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…a trace of the true self
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…exists in the false self…
certified 2012 classic because someone actually found it
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