Definitely Something I Think Every Writer Needs To Hear (including Myself)

Happy birthday!!!

Hey, thank you so much <3 it means a lot!! 😊

You've stolen my heart, seriously

Hello! May you write a snippet with an irresistible villain seducing and flirting with a flustered hero, and the villain enjoys it? Please and thank you! :)

The sky was especially blue, Hero thought, watching the reflection of the clouds drift across their sword, stars twinkling in the background. 

A branch snapped behind them, and they spun, sword up. “Villain,” they snarled, pulling another knife out.

“You’re certainly prepared for me,” Villain said, a playful smile on their face. “What makes you think I came here to fight?”

“Why else would you be here?” Hero took a step forward, bringing the sword to Villain’s chest. 

“I couldn’t resist coming to see my favorite Hero,” Villain said, “especially when you make every visit so… exciting.”

Hero frowned, and took another step forward, forcing Villain back a step. “What’s your plan? What are you going to do?”

“You’re very forward,” Villain said, “but I think a better question would be what do I want to do?” They brought their arm up, somehow holding a sword that Hero hadn’t noticed, and knocked Hero’s blade to the side. 

Hero let out a gasp and swung their sword back up, but Villain was already too close, their sword an inch from Hero’s throat. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Villain said, a hint of a dare in their grin. 

“Why would I play your idiotic games?”

“I think you’ll find I’m very good at playing games,” Villain said. “Among other things.”

A blush started working it’s way up Hero’s neck, cheeks hot. They stumbled backward, trying not to trip over sticks and bushes. “I…” they couldn’t come up with a response, not even an insult. 

Villain smiled, twirling their sword. “You’re not very used to this, are you?” 

Hero scowled. “I’m a little busy saving the city from people like you, if you hadn’t noticed. What’s it to you?”

Villain shrugged. “Would you like someone to teach you? I’d be happy to oblige.”

“No!” Hero shouted. They held their sword higher, indignant now. “I don’t know what your plan is, but if you think this little distraction is going to work-”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

Hero knew they were bright red, their ears unbearably hot against the cold air. “No- no that’s not what I said-”

“Of course,” Villain replied, taking another step forward. “You’d never, ever think anything of the sort, you’re much too proper.”

For some reason, Hero blushed even harder.

“Unless that’s wrong,” Villain said, stepping even closer. Their swords were both forgotten at their sides now, Villain standing close enough to reach out and grab Hero if they wanted.

A shiver ran down Hero. They reached out behind them, unable to take their eyes off Villain, fingers brushing a tree.

“Cold?” Villain asked. “I have an extra sweater.”

“I’m not cold,” Hero said, “so get away from me and leave me alone! I have-”

Villain had reached out, capturing a strand of Hero’s hair. 

Hero remembered that they had a sword, and started to bring it up.

Villain grabbed their wrist, twisting it back so that they dropped their sword, then pushed Hero into the tree behind them.

“You’re quite a lot of fun, Hero,” Villain said, one hand on Hero’s wrist between them and their sword resting on Hero’s collarbone. “but I don’t tolerate lies.”

“I never lied!” Hero protested, trying to push Villain away.

Villain shifted the sword, bringing it up to Hero’s throat, stopping Hero’s fighting altogether. “That’s better,” they said, releasing Hero’s wrist. 

Hero glared up at Villain. “I don’t know what your plan here is, but it isn’t working.”

“What did I say about lying?” 

“I wasn’t-” Hero stopped, suddenly, staring at Villain’s lips. “I…” 

Villain leaned closer, just barely brushing their lips against Hero’s. “What was that?” they murmured against Hero’s mouth.

For a moment, Hero almost sighed, leaning into the slight kiss. Then they jerked back, pushing Villain away. “No! You’re not going to confuse me.” 

“I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to do,” Villain said. 

“Like crime?” 

“Depends on how nicely you ask me not to do it.” Villain looked Hero up and down. “I can think of a few ways you could distract me from doing crime.”

Hero blushed. 

“After all,” Villain continued, “I’d be busy doing... other things.” They winked at Hero. 

Hero moved away from the tree, trying to get their sword back from where they’d dropped it. “I, um- that wouldn’t happen,” they said. Why was Villain so damn smug all the time?!

“Maybe not today, then,” Villain said, and kicked Hero’s sword up and into their hand. “I have what I came for after all-” they looked back at hero “-unless you’d like to join me? I’d love to give you some private lessons.”

Hero sucked in a breath, suddenly imagining exactly what a “private lesson” with Villain would look like. 

Then they remembered that Villain was supposed to be their enemy. “Give me my sword,” they said.

“The sword comes with me- if you want it, you have to come with me too.”

Hero definitely wasn’t considering going with them.

“Are you going to kill me if I do?” they asked. 

Villain smiled, holding out their hand for Hero to take. “I don’t mix my work with my private life- it’ll be you and me.”

Hero could worry about getting their sword back later.

Happy New Year everyone! 

Okay, no one really tagged me for this but I wanted to try this so^^

1. Yachi Hitoka- Haikyuu

2. Lucy Heartfilia- Fairy Tail

3. Lydia Martin- Teen Wolf

4. Nana - Golden Time

5. Uraraka Ochako- Bnha

6. Kodama Miyako- Bloom into you

7. Piper/Hazel - Percy Jackson

8. Nanako Hasegawa- Sk8

9. Maki - jjk

10. Tachibana Sara- Citrus

(Just adding another one because why not xD)

11. Ymir- aot

Tagging: @emerqldspersonal @amethysts-sideblog @sunflower1000 @creweemmaeec11 @nightfrostshadow @larinzz @nuttynutcycle @kactus-loves-writing @literally-just-kirby and anyone else who wants to do this! (sorry if I left out someone and no pressure ^^)

LIST YOUR 10 FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTERS FROM 10 DIFFERENT FANDOMS THEN TAG 10 PEOPLE

1. Renee walker- the foxhole court

2. Nina Zenik- Six of Crows

3. Cinder- the Lunar Chronicals

4. Blue Sargent- the Raven Boys

5. Tella- Caraval

6. Nova- Renegades

7. Cassie- the Naturals

8. Celestine North- Flawed

9. Lydia Martin- Teen Wolf

10. Amy Farrah Fowler- the Big Bang Theory

Honestly I could go on forever, but here are the first ten that come to mind. : )

You are all unofficially tagged to participate. Tag me when you do!

reblogging for the diff timezones :)

history.

A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.

Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.

By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.

A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-

But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.

They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.

"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.

Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.

I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.

"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.

And the rest is history.

Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)

Thank you, you amazing people @amethystpath-writes @nightfrostshadow @sunflower1000 for the tag<3333

This is such a cute picrew xD I had fun💕 (I love this shirt, so damn hilarious😂)

Tagging: @emerqldspersonal @villain-enthusiast-personal @larinzz and anyone else who wants to try this out^^

New Picrew!

Use this link :)

For some reason the link keeps changing despite me saving it correctly. To use it, just delete the “https :// href. li /?” part. (I had to split it up otherwise it links it haha.)

If anyone can find good male picrews, please send them to me, thanks!

Not a ton of options, but this one surprisingly captured my features very well. And the clothes are adorably hilarious. Hehe, worm shirt. Feel free to do OCs as well :D

@nightfrostshadow @creweemmaeec11 @akawrites000 @igotthesmellofbooks @kactus-loves-writing @sunflower1000​ and anyone else who would like to join!

Hey guys,

Okay, I started this blog around the end of last month, 23rd Jan was my first time posting here (yes, I spent quite a few minutes staring at my dashboard). And now, 58 of you precious people are following me, and even more of you are supporting what I post here by liking, commenting and reblogging and I wish I had words to tell you all how much all of this means to me but I don't- all I can do is squeal and hope you all hear me 😆❤

REALLY, ALL OF YOU ARE SO KIND 🥺❤

And it makes me so happy to know that what I write helps to make your day even a little better, I really feel so blessed by all of your support here, thank you so much once again!!

But really, and I'm not kidding when I say this, I've been spending so much time here with you all, it doesn't feel like it's been just a month uk? I've met so many amazing people here, and I can't stress enough how AWESOME every one of you are- please remember that always!

Lemme thank you in my fav language as well- arigatou gozaimasu ^^ and I hope we can continue being good to each other:)

And if any one of you simply want to chat or need someone to talk to, don't feel shy and send me a message anytime!! *virtual hugs*

Distance is never a thing *virtual hugs* for you all<3

People need to remember this <3

Do you cringe when you read your posts? Because I wanna write stuff and post it here but I already start feeling awkward after i finished what I wrote. And seeing it on tags would be so awkward too 🥲 is there any advice for a situation like that?

(have a wonderful day and have a cookie 🍪)

Personally, no, I don't cringe when I read my own stuff. I might occasionally cringe at the old posts, but that's only cause I can see all the mistakes in them now.

As for advice, I want you to remember that you are your own worst critic. You, the author, see the entire process of creation from start to finish. There's a high chance that you will catch mistakes or doubt yourself after writing something.

The most important thing is that you don't be too hard on yourself. Think of it like this; if you go and read someone else's fic, and that fic has a few small mistakes or its pacing is a little off, you're not gonna leave a comment calling the author of that fic a piece of shit, now will you?

No, you're just gonna overlook those mistakes and enjoy the fic regardless. Maybe you'll politely point those things out to the author to help them improve, but you're not gonna start insulting them over it.

So, keep in mind that that is how most people will interact with your fic! Sure, someday, someone might leave a rude comment on one of your fics, but honestly? Don't worry about it.

And if you don't want to post your writing on your main blog, you can make a side blog and post a few things on there as a test! And if things go well after, let's say, a few weeks, you can decide if you want to start posting on your main!

(Thank you for the cookie, here's a donut for ya🍩)

This is brilliant omg thank you so much 🥺❤

a snippet | run | hero x villain [part 3]

part one here part two here

dedicated to & requested by @akawrites000

The villain curled her hand around the hero’s, warm and gentle, and guided her up the stairs. The villain’s room dominated the entirety of the upper floor. The villain’s room, in turn, was dominated mostly by plants. 

Sunflowers, rosemary, sage, roses, basil, lavender, yarrow, mint, chamomile. Others that the hero couldn’t name. The roof had been replaced with glass; it was still framed by wood, so it appeared uniform from the front, but it was a beauty from the inside. The rain drummed against it and the water ran like a river down the windowpanes. Besides the plants, there was a fireplace against one wall, a bookshelf next to it, a wardrobe, and a four-poster bed tucked away in the corner. The hero sighed, the beat of the rain filling her ears, the intoxicating scent of every plant swarming her senses. It smelled nice. 

It smelled like the villain.

The villain swung the doors of the wardrobe open and pulled out a pyjama set. 

“You can’t possibly go to sleep in wet clothes,” she said. “Here.” 

The hero flushed, thankful that the lights were all off save for the flickering flames of the fireplace as she turned to the wall and shucked off her wet clothing, replacing it with the clean pyjamas. The villain hung them in front of the fireplace. Her hair was messy, but there was nothing to be done about that—that is, until the villain seated her on the bed and moved behind her, sitting a little higher, one hand on the hero’s shoulders and running a brush through her hair with the other. Stroke after stroke, falling into an even rhythm with the rain. The hero sighed and leaned into the villain. 

This feels safe. Like a home should be.

She felt safer when the villain put the brush away and tugged her down to the pillows, arms sliding around her waist and the villain’s head against the crook of her neck. 

“Goodnight, hero.” 

No more running. 

hello! just popping up to thank everyone for your love and support and it makes me so happy to see people enjoying my writing!! feels so surreal haha <3

and i've received some of my first asks ever so thank you sm for that!! please don't think that i'm not answering them - i will, i just need to think about what to write for them so i take some time. thank you for your patience!

and i don't know if i will be able to answer all kinds of asks - that entirely depends on the kind of asks i get, so if they're something that i'm able to write about satisfactorily, then i will definitely write them out.

thank you once again and enjoy reading and asking!