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Quill: Look, I don’t think-
Tony: Oh don’t worry, I’m very much aware.
Quill: …Are you always such an ass?
Tony: No, you just bring out the best in me.
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A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)
#writing#oc#original character#Merlin#the Magnus archives#the penumbra podcast#(we don’t even have visuals for those two you Motherfuckers just decided (you’re right))#critical role#there are so many others I can’t think of them#marvel#dc comics
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Y/N, jokingly : Careful, if you keep being so sweet, people are going to start thinking you’re in love with me
Alastor, wearing an apron, in the middle of cooking dinner : What could I have possibly done to make you think that I’m not, my dear?
#Hazbin Hotel#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes#Hazbin hotel x reader#Hazbin Hotel x you#Hazbin Hotel Alastor#Hazbin Hotel Alastor x reader#Hazbin Hotel Alastor x you#Alastor x reader#Alastor x you#Original prompt : @write-it-motherfuckers on tumblr#I found the prompt from @koreecob on Tumblr!! go check their blog!!#1k notes#2k notes
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Person A: "How can you not know that you're dating a fucking deity?!"
Person B: "...I mean, to be fair, before the accident they never really acted like a deity around me. Our life together had been mostly domestic and sappy up until that point."
Person A: "And now?"
Person B: "...Honestly, it's still pretty domestic and sappy, they just don't bother hiding their inhuman nature around me anymore."
#write-it-motherfuckers#writing prompt#writing prompts#writing#prompt#story prompt#story prompts#story#prompts#my prompt#original#random#imagine#story time motherfucker#dialogue prompt#dialogue#person a and person b#incorrect quote#incorrect quotes#deity#pantheon#supernatural#magic#fantasy#monster#love#romance#as always the tags are only ever a suggestion#fluff#fluffy
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#𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 ! — ABOUT ME.
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As a writer, I’m as hopelessly devoted to fantasy and horror as I am to romance. Most of my works explore themes of morality, feminism, and autonomy while sprinkling on as many gothic elements as I possibly can. I thrive in writing banter-filled, rivals-to-lovers dynamics, but am not incapable of indulging in a good, fluffy couple here and then — on top of giving the love interests claws and fangs, ahem.
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so like. im not gonna beat around the bush- ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS. ARE WE??
*SLAMS THIS ON THE TABLE*
I AM CONVINCED THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING! THINK ABOUT IT:
The hover discs Aunt Arctic mentions automatically despawn after you use them to place the detectors/transmitters in both episodes they appear in. With the knowledge that Gary does not test his inventions often, to the point where Aunt Arctic feels the need to warn you...is that intentional feature(keep in mind you use them to access higher up areas like the ceiling of the Sea Caves)...or a bug because he did not test them? Keep in mind the discs disappear near-immediately once you're done placing objects, so you CAN end up free-falling to the ground afterwards from several feet above in the air.
Knowing this, what else is this man hiding? Sure, we know that the Auto-Warbler 3000 works...but is that because this is an invention he personally tested, or in spite of being untested? Did the Jet Tube's avoidance systems have glitches because of an unforeseen bug Gary happened to run into...or is this something he made, gave to Rookie and didn't test for whatever reason?
Keeping this tidbit in mind, is Gary knocking down Herbert's defenses because he is SO smart, or did he just get lucky? Is he better at programming than making inventions? Or does he actually test his coding skills more than his inventions? If so, why?
IF this 'brilliant penguin' was intended to be Gary (which I'm fairly certain it is but hey, CPI closed down before it's time so who knows for sure?)
Is the reason the Party Sub ended up sitting in the Sea Caves related to his tendency to not regularly test his inventions? Or was it simply because it broke while he was testing it?
Because he does not test things as rigorously as his Club Penguin counterpart (who, as we know makes up to 3000 versions of his inventions before they are considered done, and asides from some examples like Mascbot's being used at their 'near-perfect' 2999th iteration or prototypes like the Electromagnet 1000 are rarely used until then)... does Club Penguin Island Gary name his inventions with the '3000' at the end because they have been tested, or for aesthetic reasons?
#club penguin island#club penguin#gary the gadget guy#as an aside: im thinking of cpi more since i picked it back up and played through most of the adventures again#considering changing gin to an /amur/ leopard for cpi because it feels like a change that would've been made tbh#although sonata would still be an arctic fox...just drawn with a summer coat instead. i dont think id change penelope into a different#owl though...maybe? idk depends if i see any compelling swaps for her cpi counterpart#real talk i cannot believe people were dragging gary prime (as in original game gary) for the test sled when it's informed consent that#you're using a prototype when this motherfucker (affectionate) IS LETTING YOU RUN AROUND WITH INVENTIONS OF DUBIOUS QUALITY#i say this as someone with adhd when i say this man has adhd <3 working on so many projects and so many dont get finished#although tbf to ME <3 at least ive been chipping away at my lore documents lately. i mean i still struggle but yk#and yk be slacking off writing down stuff so i dont forgor isnt like. me handing out inventions that probably arent safe like candy <3#i could be writing down important stuff right now :') oh well * points and laugh at cpi!gary * THIS MAN IS A POSER
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Chomp Chomp Motherf*cker
TW: uh...implied(?) torture and Arya being the feral elf we know her to be and possibly enjoying some finger food (spat it out eventually).
“You have caused me trouble, little elf.” His sharp teeth flashed as he spat the words. She wanted to reply, wanted to laugh in his face and tell him ‘Good!’ but even a single word could open the floodgates. She kept her mouth shut. Taunting him at another point would be best. Not when she was this…bad. Half awake. Not all there. “Two guards, dead. I’ve been too soft on you if you still have the strength left.” The shackles made a definitive click as he lifted them up and onto one of the bars that lined the wall, held her arms up so her hands hung limply just above her head.
He paused then. His thin lips began to curl up at the edges, venom dripping from his words with just as much dark amusement. “Though…” he mused. He dragged a cold finger down the woman’s jawline, lifted her chin to better study her face and the glassy haze to her usually fiery eyes. “Your attempts at combat are…very amusing to me. I would hate to waste such fight over a few humans.”
The fire was back a split second before she sank her teeth into his damn finger. Felt bone splinter and flesh tear and blood that tasted like rot and bile fill her mouth. His other hand came up just as she yanked her head to the side as hard as she could, reveled in the burst of strength and the howl and snarl that followed.
The snarling continued and one of his nails gouged a path up from her jaw towards her mouth as he latched onto her again. Squeezed the bone of her lower mandible hard and wordlessly roared at her.
She spat his finger in his face in response. ‘I’m vegan anyway.’ The thought and moment of triumph had her smiling, her own sharp teeth black with shade blood. The vile liquid burned where it trickled from the corners of her lips and into the fresh gouge he had carved, but right then she couldn’t care less. Sweet victory tasted like rotten blood and acid and him screaming.
#eragon#inheritance cycle#the cyclists#the world of eragon#the inheritance cycle#modern inheritance stories#arya drottningu#durza#modern inheritance#ket's modern inheritance cycle#and here we have the origin of Arya's jaw scar because I wanted to write some torture today#who's torturing who you ask? yes.#durza. he always kinda wins that one but Arya got her licks in#'gonna hurt me anyway might as well make your day just as miserable'#arya#'i thought you were joking when you said you bit his finger off' 'brom why the FUCK would i make a joke like that'#chomp chomp#chomp chomp motherfucker
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words often falter,
halt, ladybugs poised
in flight, lingering too long
on the tip of my finger
unfurled, unsteady,
unmade, too heavy.
they leap, flap
and too often,
they fall
without a sound.
will2 12/29/2023
#poetry#original poem#poem#creative writing#poets on tumblr#short poem#original writing#writeblr#poeticstories#poetryriot#writers block is a motherfucker huh#txt
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a tragedy in 2 acts.
#pretentious csharp/asp.net brogrammer types be like#'lol webdev is not Real Programming ur job is easy unlike mine' alright listen up motherfucker#spend a day writing exclusively vanilla javascript & you will end that day by walking silently into the gOD DAMN SEA.#you bask in the innocent comfort of being able to trust that your code will always happen top to bottom in that order lolol you are WEAK#jobblogging#data structures for assholes#(this is the stupidest potential supervillain origin story but like if it happened i WOULD understand)
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597.
Random sat down and then stood up again. He did that a few more times, then he stood up and walked out of the room. We went into the waiting room and looked around for people. He didn’t see any, so he sat down by himself in the corner. He waited for a few moments then started to read through the magazine that was resting on the table. Random made a paper sculpture out of a page and then he made another one and another one, then he had built a whole city out of paper. Then the wind blew, and the city collapsed.
#random#Strange#random story#random stories#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#creative writing#weird#weird story#bizarre#writers on tumblr#write it motherfuckers#write-it-motherfuckers#original#just write#my writing#write#story#writing#words
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day of the dead (1985) might be my new favorite horror movie
#might slightly beat out the thing (1982)#great writing acting practical effects and it's actually pretty scary!#nobody does zombies like romero im telling you#i neeeeed to watch the original dawn of the dead#i've seen night of the living dead i've seen day of the dead and i've seen the dawn of the dead remake#which was actually pretty good even though im not a big snyder fan#night of the living dead is one of the movies that made me deathly afraid of zombies as a kid#and i only watched the first 5 minutes akdhkdh#i've seen the whole thing now of course#they're zombie movies where the real bad guy always ends up being power-tripping militarized assholes#day of the dead being that case the most#spoilers >>>>#every other zombie movie totally gives up on the zombies outside of a medical cure or vaccine#day of the dead explicitly goes no. they can be redeemed. they can be retaught. they can remember.#the only reason it all gets fucked up is because of that MOTHERFUCKER#oh but he gets his. it's too late but he gets his#never thought a zombie shooting a guy with a gun would be the most satisfying cinematic climax ever but guess what.#it was#and then that fucker gets torn apart while he's still alive and it's looks so fucking cool because the practical effects in that movie rule#oh man and the ENDING. im still thinking about the ending#it's so.... it's so abrupt and jarring and contradictory that you can't help but question it#it feels almost... delusional? in denial?#they're running to the copter and there's a wave of zombies and it's hard to tell if they can make it there fast enough#they're getting in and at the last second the girl gets grabbed#but hardly before you can even process that...#snap cut. the three of them are on a beach. no zombies in sight. she marks off a date on a homemade calendar#it feels impossibly idealic... like the movie can't bear to give you an unhappy ending so instead it lies#it's not impossible they made it out. they could've gotten the zombie off her and made it out#but the way it's structured makes it so ambiguous
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My feelings on Gustholomule are very vague. Do I ship them? Sometimes. My default is thinking of them being the funniest snarkiest besties ever. A comedy duo if you will. They're only gay when I feel like it.
#theyre gay when i feel the need to refer to Through The Looking Glass Ruins as ''Gus's bi episode''#usually theyre just bros#i can usually picture a future where they stay bros#like theyre not as set in stone in my mind as lumity and huntlow are#HOWEVER#you wanna hear my thoughts on potentially romantic gustholomule??#i dont care if you dont. Anyway#i like the idea that if it ever DOES go turn out that way its not for a while#like a year or two or maybe even three#so i get my best of both worlds. i can have their fun totally platonic bond for a good long while#until something eventually changes#slow burn gustholomule is where its at honestly#like. amity? developed a crush after like....a month maybe#hunter?? that motherfucker was gone after a DAY#i like the idea that Matt who is way stupider than Amity and Hunter just happens to be way less romantically reckless#takes him a long while#also the comedy of gustholomule is you have the holy trifecta#the original trio of luz willow and gus. they started off losers. now they have bitches#literally bitches i mean. amity hunter and matt were all SO mean at the start#actually i got really into the idea of gustholomule while writing these tags#YEARS of being best friends and then suddenly an "oh.''#are you KIDDING me??#also also i love the idea of Amity and Hunter cornering Matt and being like#SO! *captain america sitting backwards in a chair meme* youve realized that youre a simp#gustholomule
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Song Of The Day Drabble - Title: Clouds
A bit late. Decided to bring my OC Rafe out for a drabble. Also wanted to give him a bit of a preview for a story in the works.
Song: Touch the Sky -by- MALINDA, Conor Hearn, Jamie Sandel
Prompt
AO3 link
Drabble is also under the cut
Title: Clouds
Rafe yawned as he walked out of the cabin of the small cloud skipper that he lived on. He could hear the sounds of the village below him as he walked over to the rope tethering his skipper to the docks. Leaning on the railing, his tail flicked out behind him as he heard people yelling and talking to each other.
The small port sat on one of the many floating islands. The island was small and was mostly for ships to dock and rest or to do small trading. He had stopped the day before to replace the batteries in his engine. They were getting worn and were losing their charge. Something that was needed when he set his ship to coast when he slept at night.
Rafe knew he would have to stop over on one of the larger islands to restock supplies. Food wasn’t low, but he didn’t like to test his luck. He always made sure his food was properly stocked, a habit developed after years of fearing whether he would get a next meal or not. Money was never tight if you knew how to find the right jobs, and his cloud skipper was small, but he always had room to transport someone somewhere or deliver small cargo. It also helped to know the right people who could get him a decent delivery job.
His pointed ear twitched when he heard a sound. Lifting his head, he found a floating food stall. Its extinguished lanterns creaked, and the wind chimes hanging off the small roof gave a gentle sound. A person called out to him, and he lifted his hand in greeting. The stall came closer to let Rafe look at the items on her menu. After selecting his breakfast, he waited as the food was cooked.
The airship was small, but Rafe could make out a well loved kitchen setup as the woman inside quickly cooked his breakfast. He watched with honey colored eyes as clouds slowly drifted around them. His fingers traced the wood grains of his railing. When the woman called out to him, he pulled out money to hand to the woman as he took his box of food. A thank you, and she was moving onto the next docked ship.
Rafe climbed up onto the food of the small cabin to let the sun soak into his already sun warmed golden brown skin. An intricate tattoo on his upper arm and shoulder curled and weaved under his loose tanktop. The image of a shield took up the majority of his upper arm while two wolves made their way down the front of his shoulder to his chest and the other down the back of his shoulder over his shoulder blade. His nails scratched at the back of his neck over a mess of a scar that was at the base of his neck. Whatever had been there had been scratched out, and only hints of a destroyed tattoo could be seen.
Rafe’s fingers quickly opened the box as he watched the bustle of the awakening port. He used his sharp claws to pick at the seal of the honey syrup to pour over the breakfast pies. The wind blew gently as he took large bites to finish his food quickly. Once the box was empty, he tossed it into his cabin and licked the sticky honey from his fingers as he started working on untethering his ship. Once the rope was stored away, he grabbed the pole next to him and shoved it against the dock he was next to. Once he was free of the dock, he set the pole down on its hooks and rushed over to increase the power of the sleeping engines. With a spin of the wheel, he started to turn the ship so he could leave.
Once he was past the larger ships and at a point he didn’t need to worry about running into anyone, he left the engines to coast as he moved over to start raising the main sail. His hands caught the ropes to tie down as the wind caught the only thick cloth sail. He held his hand up as he closed his eye to feel the wind currents before redirecting the sail. Moving over to the solar sails, he used his tail to balance himself as he jumped onto the poles that had extended out of the side of his cloud skipper. He could feel the wind wrap around him in a welcoming hug as he yanked at the ropes keeping the solar sails stored away. Standing, he called out to the wind to help him jump back onto the skipper to fasten the sail to the rungs. He repeated these steps on the other side as the winds started to pick up.
Rafe’s tail twitched in excitement, causing the pale stone to catch in the light. He quickly walked over to grab a harness. He attached it to his waist and around his upper legs over a pair of worn shorts. A quick check made sure if he did fall, nothing tried to catch him in the wrong way. The harness was more of a precaution in the stronger wind storms, but after spending a few years on a cargo ship, it was more habit and comfort than a need.
A northern wind twisted around Rafe as he hummed a song from his childhood. Everyday was a day that Rafe spent letting the wind guide him. To where he didn’t know. Anywhere was better than where he started.
He walked back into his cabin to find his scarf wrap. The tan and brown colored fabric reminded him of his childhood home when he had seen it at a market. It had been handmade, and when he had looked closely, he could see little desert creatures embroidered along the border. To think a scarf would bring him comfort these days. Rafe quickly fastened it to his tank top to keep it from blowing away in the more violent winds.
After making sure it wouldn't fall off, he snagged an old world hat with a worn bill and tugged it down over his brown hair. He climbed out of the cabin to settle in the seat behind the wheel. Rafe tested the wheel, making sure the main sail turned with it. Flipping up some switches to turn on his navigation device Rafe reached for a map sitting in a hanging pocket near him. Unfolding the map, he looked over the thick paper. A pencil was fished out of the pocket. Rafe flicked a checkmark next to the small island that he left. The map was large, but so far, he had been to most of the islands in Ebaron, the northernmost country. Currently, Rafe was near the southern border of the country, but this wind smelled of snow and winter. It’s been a while since he had seen snow. Folding the map, he tucked it back into the pocket with the pencil.
Rafe reached for the controls, he slowly pressed up on the thruster, and with one hand on the wheel, he directed the skipper to follow the direction the wind was pulling it towards.
Rafe had no set path and no set dreams. His old dreams had died with his family back in their desert home. Now he just wandered. Rafe’s only care was to spend the rest of his years free to do as he pleased. So far, he would keep chasing the wind for as long as it would keep directing him. A smile pulled at his lips.
The sky was his freedom, and he refused to go back.
He would fight to keep this life.
#drabble#My writing#My Story#fantasy#song of the day#original character#@write-it-motherfuckers#solarpunk#writing#writer
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Ghost, caresses their cheek :
Ghost, gently wipes away the falling tears :
Ghost : I will always watch over you, this I swear.
Y/N, held his hand tightly :
Y/N, nuzzles into his hand : You really think I’m worth so much fuss?
Ghost, silently pulls them onto his chest :
Ghost, kisses all over their face : Every bit of it, my [sunshine☀️]
🌻Bonus🌻
#Cod#Call of duty#Call of duty incorrect quotes#Call of duty x reader#Cod Ghost#Simon Riley#Simon Ghost Riley#Cod Ghost x reader#Cod Ghost x male reader#Cod Ghost x fem reader#Cod Ghost x gn reader#Simon Riley x reader#Simon Riley x you#Simon Ghost Riley x reader#Simon Ghost Riley x you#Original : write-it-motherfuckers#original : tumblr#Call of duty angst/comfort#Call of duty x reader fluff#Cod Ghost fluff
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Person A: "Are you... flirting with me?"
Person B: "Gods no! What on earth gave you that idea?"
Person A: "I mean... Have you heard yourself talk?"
#write-it-motherfuckers#writing prompt#writing prompts#writing#prompt#story prompt#story prompts#story#prompts#my prompt#original#random#imagine#story time motherfucker#dialogue#dialogue prompt#person a and person b#incorrect quote#incorrect quotes#misunderstanding#funny#humour#comedy#silly#flirting#sass#sarcasm#sarcastic#as always the tags are only ever a suggestion
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