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breannasfluff · 10 months

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Anyone remember this post?

For my next tumblr milestone, I was thinking of writing a fic with a beginning, end, and open “chunks” for each Linked Universe character in the middle. Then you can pick whichever hero you want and write what’s happening off screen!

Long or short wouldn’t matter, and artists could draw a scene if they wanted to participate. Pick the same character as someone else? Who cares! Everyone does it their own way!

Thoughts? (Please share to spread the word!)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #write this in your style #lu wtiys #breannasfluff #lu fanfiction #lu fanart

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lady-wallace · 16 days

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DTIYS EXTENDED

I've decided to extend the deadline since I've been so busy lately and I know a few people who weren't sure they would be able to finish their pieces by the end of the month, so the new deadline is now May 20th!

I've seen some fantastic entries so far and I look forward to seeing what else you all have in store!

Check out the full rules and info HERE

You can of course post your DTIYS pieces after the deadline, but to qualify for the prizes it will need to be posted by May 20th.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba dtiys #jjba fanfic #dtiys challenge #draw this in your style #write this in your style #jjba fanart #vampire hunter au #ladywvampiredtiys #bucci gang #team bucciarati #victorian au

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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Stitch's 200 Follower Round Robin

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Hi yall! I hit 200 followers overnight!!! Yippee!!! As celebration I decided to do another 'write this in your style' - but a little different this time. Below is an opening for a story [not one I've written before] and the idea is you reblog this and write a continuation of it - I wanna see what direction everyone goes. If you wanna follow up on someone else's story like a proper 'round robin' [Where you and someone else go back and forth writing a story] feel free! I wanna see how this goes

RULES

No WC minimum - write as much or as little as you want.

Don't rewrite the opening in your rewrite, or anyone else's response if you continue on from where they end it.

Add on to this post instead of writing separately and tagging me - easier to keep track of

Feel free to make this shippy or not shippy. Any ships are allowed.

No time limit

Feel free to use any character headcanons. Wanna stick cod Grian in here? Go for it! Scar in a wheelchair? Absolutely! Let your mind go wild

Your place to start writing begins after the ellipses.

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Grian paced around the front of the entity. Scar asked to meet him in the shopping district and he had no idea why. He checked his communicator and aside from the occasional death message, everyone was quiet today. It wasn't surprising; ever since returning from empires, everyone had thrown themselves into their work. Grian knew Tango was busy at Decked Out, and Scar himself had been busy at Scarland.

He stopped in his tracks to look up at the sky, to see if maybe Scar was flying in on his elytra yet. No such luck. Grian had been waiting now for nearly 20 minutes and while Scar wasn't the best person to be 'on time', he normally wasn't this bad. A part of Grian started to worry.

The sound of rockets firing overhead caught him by surprise and Grian whipped to look up at the sky. He winced as the sun hit his eyes and squeezed them shut, listening as someone landed quietly a little ways away. When he opened his eyes...

#Hermitcraft #Grian #Writing #Write this in your style #Stitch Talks #Stitch's Writing #Stitch's 200 Follower Round Robin

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realityandrebirth · 2 years

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draw–or write!–this in your style!

I was going to wait until I hit 400 followers but, well, I'm at 399, & I can pretend I'm celebrating my 75 user subscriptions on ao3, so here we go: a Ninjago fandom draw or write this in your style! and, because i have to be extra always, there will be "prizes" based on how many people submit something!

because I am primarily a writer, instead of an art piece, I'm posting the first few sentences of a fic starter, and you can choose to either draw or write something inspired by it. because I love cyrus borg, I wrote a fic starter centered around him.

As she expected, her father was resistant to the idea. "Absolutely not," Cyrus said. "Yes, I am also concerned about the situation, but I'm not comfortable with putting myself in such a position. I mean–you know what happened the last time I was in control of Ninjago City! How could I run for mayor?"

Use your imagination! Why is it so urgent that Cyrus run for mayor? Does he win? Does he lose? Do villains go after him now that he's in a more obvious position of power? You can draw/write Pixal trying to convince him, the election process, Cyrus Borg in the mayor's office, etc., etc.

rules & prize info under the cut:

rules:

mention this blog (realityandrebirth) in your post to make sure I see it

please do not include any content that's nsfw, bigoted, in poor taste, etc., etc., use your best judgement

while the prompt is up for interpretation, if I can't reasonably see how your piece is inspired by the prompt, I'm not counting it. probably you should include Cyrus Borg just to be safe LOL.

prizes:

if I get submissions from 5 different people, I'll write and post a oneshot decided on by a vote.

if I get submissions from 10 different people I'll write and post a oneshot of my choice.

i don't actually think I'll get more than 10 ppl submitting something but if I reach 15 I'll do another vote, and if I reach 20 I'll post something of my choice, and at 25 I'll do one final vote.

Thatse it. have fun!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #cyrus borg #cyrus borg ninjago #ninjago cyrus borg #ninjago dtiys #write this in your style #maybe??? idk

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pinetreevillain · 8 months

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Stray Part 1

I’ve been calling this one “the big one” because THIS BAD BOY 👉👉 is a five parter. It’s also the one that I got into unarmed combat with the most in terms of the color palette, and after a long and bloody battle, it’s made itself out to be my favorite colors so far since the Friends Like These palette. Now i’ve rambled enough about the colors already! Please enjoy :)

<- Confrontation, next

Masterpost

#rottmnt #my art #fanart #timothy #rottmnt timothy #comic #leonardo #stray #rottmnt leo #if u noticed Tim’s face shape changing like three times no you didn’t #this is also the one of the better examples of my writing style #which is i don’t explain a damn thing until the end #and everyone is confused #and then i say use your inagination #and then everyone is still confused #and then i say okay this is what actualy happened hoho

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rodolfoparras · 9 months

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Pillow talk

Pairing: FTM! Peter B. Parker x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, emotional infidelity, cheating kink, pillow humping, masturbation, oral sex, Peter has a size kink, Peter being a bit of a pervert

A/n: as always pls excuse any mistakes I tried a new writing style here, also if you want you can listen to More Than Friends by Isabel LaRosa while reading this since it’s heavily inspired by it!

A tired sigh escapes Peter’s lips as his bones bleed into the sheets. The window’s cracked ajar, allowing cold autumn air to mingle with the smell of MJ’s perfume that’s lingering around in the room.

He’s stripped down to nothing but his tattered pink robe, searing skin exposed to the chilly sensation emitting from his wedding ring as it trails along the length of his body.

For the first time in a while Peter’s gotten some time alone.

MJ has taken Mayday for the day and left so that Peter could have the house to himself, claiming he’d been pent up for a while and supposedly needed a break.

Peter hadn’t argued against it but had instead taken the offer with grace since it’s true that he has been feeling pent up but not for the reason MJ thinks. Peter’s sure that if she knew the reason behind his recent behaviors she wouldn’t be so willing to help him.

For the last couple of weeks Peter’s been plagued with the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor, not his next door neighbor because that man is a menace and Peter’s pretty sure the hate’s mutual.

Instead he’s come to the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor on the floor below him, that neighbor being you.

At first he was sure that he hated you since you made his spider senses tingle, well at least that’s what he thought it was.

He’d first met you at a neighborhood block party. You had recently moved in or so he had heard and were more than eager to get acquainted with the neighbors for whatever reason.

You were lounging around in a lawn chair when he had first arrived with MJ and Mayday.

The poor thing threatened to give out under your weight but you paid it no mind as you entertained a conversation with a neighbor and nourished a beer in your hand.

When you rose to greet him, Peter noticed that you were a whole head taller than him so it was no wonder that you made his spider senses tingle.

He tried his best to ignore you but even when he couldn’t see you, he could smell you since you wore this stupid cologne that smelled stronger than anything MJ’s ever worn before and because of that he could always tell when you were lingering around.

If he thought that smelling and seeing you was bad then touching you was something else.

He’d purposely opted out of a handshake when you first greeted each other but that didn’t save his spider sense from going into overdrive after having your knees knock together while you were sat at the same table or having your elbows brush against each other while scooping up leftovers.

However even though you made his spider sense go off, Peter had quickly realized that you weren’t a threat, at least not a dangerous one.

You were friendly and always made sure to spark up a conversation with him, even when you'd be in a rush to something.

You’d go out your way to bring him any of his mail or packages that happened to be misplaced.

Hell you'd even baby sat Mayday a handful of times so it was safe to say you weren’t a threat. But for whatever reason Peter couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.

Especially after hearing your ever so polite voice protruding through his thin bedroom walls, your dirty words squeezing between his and Mj’s hushed conversations. Or seeing the way you basically engulfed whoever was in your arms but unlike the lawn chair they seemed to thrive from being in your embrace. And escaping the smell of your cologne turned out to be a hard feat since every other day someone would be prancing around in one of your shirts dozed in the smell of it.

He doesn’t even remember when he started making sure that he’d be the one to pick Mayday up from your house, just to see whatever lounge wear you’d be prancing around in that day and the bit of skin that always seemed to show through it.

He doesn’t remember when he started hoping that the mailman would misplace yet another letter or package just so that he could feel your calloused fingertips brushing against his as you handed him something.

He doesn’t even remember when he started biting his tongue just so he wouldn’t ask you who he had seen standing outside your door the previous night.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He has MJ and he has Mayday and as far as he knows he’s happy. He’s just pent up, like MJ had said.

It’s not like Peter and MJ don’t have sex. It’s just that she doesn’t do it for him, at least not anymore.

Every time they get intimate he’d have to fake an orgasm or jerk off after she’d gone to bed. Lately he’s even had to pretend to be asleep every time she tried to initiate something because he simply wasn’t up for it.

So he’d find other ways to entertain himself and one of the ways being with inappropriate thoughts of his neighbor.

And things kind of escalate from there not in the literal sense since you’re so fucking polite, wont even look at him twice, keeping a respectful distance to a man who has a kid and a wife.

But God Peter wishes that you did, so much so he imagines you pinning him to the bed, hip to hip, chest to chest, those strong arms and thighs caging him into the mattress

The tattered robe wrapped around his frame doesn’t compare to the way your body would feel on top of his. But he keeps it on anyway, closes his eyes and pretends that the hand leisurely dragging across his limbs is your body pushing down onto his.

He imagines the way your lips would slot together, hot breath washing over his cheek as you whisper dirty words to him.

A thumb finds his lips, teasingly tugging and taunting at the bottom lip. It feels nothing like your calloused fingertips but his tongue peaks past his lips, tasting the salty skin before sinking down on it.

He imagines how you’d tease and taunt him in that polite voice of yours that managed to whisper such dirty words, how you’d mock him for wanting to be fucked like a bitch in heat despite the wedding band digging into his skin, maybe you’d force him to say it just so that he hears it from his own lips or so that the whole neighborhood can hear how desperate he is.

He imagines you straddling his waist grinding into him while wearing nothing but your boxers, teasing him to point where he’s soaking through his own pair of underwear.

A hand slides down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his happy trail, only to stop at the fringe of curls atop of his cunt, tugging and taunting til he’s all worked up.

He imagines your long fingers thrusting into him , or making him finger himself while wearing his wedding band, prepping himself to be fucked by someone other than his spouse.

And God he’s already so wet, fingers easily coating in his arousal as he trails them up his cunt, and in that very moment he can't help but think how MJ never gets him like this.

But his fingers are not enough- this little fantasy of his is not enough but you’re too good to do anything about it so he rolls onto his stomach before propping the pillow between his legs, pretending it’s your face.

He imagines the bed creaking under your shared weight, and the way the smell of your cologne would engulf his senses. He imagines the way your calloused fingertips would sink into the supple skin of his thighs and the way your ever so polite voice would sound as you command him to properly sit down.

He starts moving slowly, rolling his hips cautiously, imagining the way your tongue would experimentally delve through his folds.

The pillow slides in between his folds, coarse fabric creating a steady pressure onto his engorged numb, not enough to overwhelm his senses but enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through his body every time he moves his hips.

He imagines you wanting to take your time with him wanting to taste him, tongue licking a strip along his cunt up to his puffy clit where you’d continue to tease him until he’s begging and urging you to hurry before someone can find the two of you like this.

But you wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t care if anyone were to find you like this, hand slapping his ass in warning before you continued to do as you pleased.

His hand cups the globe of his cheek, much like the way you’d do it if you were with him, except his fingers feel nothing like yours. But the cold sensation from his ring as it slaps his searing skin sends sparks of pleasure coursing through his entire body and for one second it almost feels like you’re actually there with him.

The coarse fabric of the pillow case reminds him so much of your stubble and it’s so wrong but feels so right - the thought of being fucked by someone other than his wife as huffs and pants escape his lips, hips moving faster as he wanders back to his fantasy.

He imagines you having him so worked up to the point where Peter’s long forgotten about the fact that someone can just walk in on you two because the bed’s creaking and he’s loudly begging and pleading for you to stop teasing.

Eventually you'd take pity on him, showing him mercy by properly latching onto his puffy clit, eagerly suckling on it before tonguing his hole.

He adjusts his hips, and the angle in which the pillow hits his clit changes slightly, and intensifies the sensation along with it.

“Oh- oh fuck!” He squeals out, toes curling as he throws his head back.

He imagines the way you’d easily have him teetering on the edge of his release with Peter begging and pleading for you to let him finish.

He can almost taste it, can hear the Squelching sounds mingling with the sound of needy noises escaping his lips. He can even smell his arousal: strong and heady, knowing he’s probably stained the pillow under him and will need to wash it before MJ comes back but for now he can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s so close, needs just a bit more -and that’s when he picks up on the sound of your footsteps walking up the stairs, smells the scent of your cologne bleeding into the air.

You must be on your way to his apartment to bring yet another misplaced package.

And Peter knows it’s wrong but it feels so right, feels himself tip over the edge as you read what’s written on the parcel, out loud

“To Peter B. Parker, please handle with care”

#peter b Parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x male reader #peter Parker #peter Parker x reader #peter Parker x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #trans male character #into the spider verse #across the spider verse #I tried a new writing style with this one let me know what u think #*nervous laughter*#sometimes I wish this was like AO 3 in terms of writing titles for fics #bc I wanted to out #I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind #but it doesn’t fit the lay out #alec writes #Omg I never tagged this god

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breannasfluff · 10 months

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LU Write This In Your Style!

Welcome to #lu wtiys! I wanted to do something beyond a fandom prompt and this idea was born:

One fic, with a beginning, middle, and end for plot. Your job is to pick any member of the Chain you want, and write what happened from their PoV! When reading you'll notice I've left some details you are welcome to use, as well as options for angst or fluff.

Did Time lose a battle to a cucco, or did he have to rewind time and save the boys from certain death? What was the wolf doing in town and who was bleeding? How many tries did it take Hyrule to carry one bucket of water up a hill?

All these choices are yours! Pick the same character as someone else? Who cares! Everyone will do it different. Don't write but want to participate? Draw a scene! Everything is welcome; the idea is just to have fun as silly or as serious as you want to make it!

Fic link is here: AO3

AO3 Collection link here: LU_WTIYS

Tag #lu wtiys on tumblr and/or add your fic to the AO3 collection!

I can't wait to see what ya'll come up with! Excerpt of the fic below the cut:

Right. Purah can—she can do this. With the heroes' help, maybe it won’t end in a disaster. She grabs a scrap piece of paper and starts scribbling. “There are some items I need if we’re going to survive this. It’s imperative I get them before this evening, okay? If you are late, well…” She shudders and keeps writing. “Please, just take an item and go. There’s no time to waste and some of these might be difficult.”

Wind throws her a jaunty salute. “Don’t worry, ma’am, we got this!”

Time reads from the list, “One bucket of water from a tide pool in Hateno Bay. One bucket?”

Hyrule tentatively raises a hand. “Isn’t Hateno Bay right down there?” He waves toward the direction of the ocean.

Purah nods. “There’s a path that goes right down to the beach from here, actually. Can’t miss it.”

“Sure you won’t get lost on a path, traveler?” Warriors nudges Hyrule, who bats him away.

“I think I can handle one measly bucket of water.”

“Wanna bet? 20 rupees says it takes you three tries.”

“40 rupees that I can do it in one.”

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unisongakikoeru · 2 months

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hey, in what way do you think your f/o would carry you? bridal style, piggyback ride, potatoes sack style, or anything else that i'm forgetting? and how would you carry your f/o?

proship/comship dni

#writing #imagine your f/o #self ship #self ship community #self ship imagine #self shipping #q #based on me imagining 🦇 carrying me bridal style #🐯 giving me a piggyback ride though......

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