Writing Prompts, Plot bunnies and random art

Moving all my writings and fanart here. Current obssesion? Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. Fan of My Hero Academia, RWBY, My Life As A Villainess and whatever peaks my fancy

[kimbapchan]

TGCF Reversed AU - San Lang Meets cultivator Gege

[the-suburban-craft]

[momoliee]

Ultimately, I’m just worried about mxtx.

Apart from the rumors around whether or not she’s in jail, her popularity has finally reached a level that harms her rather than benefits her. Now, those in charge of censoring, know her by name and target her work specifically. They list her works out when discussing the new censorship rules for donghuas, video games, web novels and even dramas. She’s on their blacklist and everyone on their team is on a look out for her.

So yes I’m worried about her. She was still a college student when she wrote tgcf, she’s still so young with her whole future stretching out ahead of her. Too young for rumors about whether or not she’s in jail to go around, too young to already have so many people watching out for her, too young to be publicly slandered like that. I hope she’s safe and well, I pray she’s at her home rn, sipping hot chocolate as she laughs at how she angered all those people by writing about two men kissing. I hope she’s far away and unreachable and about to get hella rich from the English novels that are about to come out.

[xisangweek]

Welcome to xisang week 2021, organized by the xisang discord!

From Monday, Oct 4 - Sunday, Oct 10, we will be celebrating the relationship between Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang.

Please join us by creating art, fic, edits, crafts, or any other content featuring xisang, and share using #xisangweek2021 to be reblogged here! You are also welcome to share on twitter, or on AO3 using the xisangweek2021 collection.

This year's prompts are as follows:

DAY 1 - Sunshot Campaign / Childhood

DAY 2 - Intoxication / Travel

DAY 3 - Alcohol / Music

DAY 4 - Birds / Tea

DAY 5 - Dreams / Ribbon / Birthday

DAY 6 - Canon Divergence / Keep Da-Ge Alive

DAY 7 - Incense Burner / The Inherent Eroticism Of Knowing Your Relationship With Each Other Will Never Be The Same As It Was

Prompts are a suggestion--any content featuring xisang is welcome! We can't wait to see your works!

[bloody-bee-tea]

Poses

Jiang Cheng knows what’s going to happen a moment before Lan Xichen steps away from the camera.

Lan Xichen gives him a reassuring smile, but Jiang Cheng can tell that he’s annoyed and he clenches his teeth.

It wasn’t his idea to come here and pretend to be a model. He told Lan Xichen over and over again that he couldn’t do this, that he might have the looks of a model—even that is debatable—but he sure as fuck can’t work as one, and now it’s going to prove Wei Wuxian right.

Instead of going over to Lan Xichen and ask what he did wrong, how he can do better, Jiang Cheng goes to get something to drink.

He knows what his problem is; he’s stiff and unnatural as soon as a camera lens is pointed at him, and he told Wei Wuxian and Lan Xichen just that, but it’s not like anyone is ever listening to him.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” he hears Lan Xichen say to Wei Wuxian. “He has the looks, but apart from that—” Lan Xichen trails off with a wince and Jiang Cheng wants to shake Wei Wuxian when he starts to shake his head.

“No, no, Xichen-ge, come on! You’re the best photographer I know! If you can’t make it work, how am I ever going to convince Jiang Cheng that he could work in this profession?”

Jiang Cheng fights the urge to yell over that he doesn’t even want to work in this profession, that this is just some new bullshit Wei Wuxian got into his head, but before he can do so, Nie Huaisang speaks up.

“Actually, I might have an idea,” he says, hiding behind his fan as per usual and Jiang Cheng sighs.

He doesn’t want to try something else. He just wants to go home. It’s never going to work anyway; he feels uncomfortable the moment the photographer directs him into his first pose, and it doesn’t matter who’s behind the lens.

Jiang Cheng simply can’t deal with that kind of focus on him.

Before he can go over and tell them that, Nie Huaisang goes on.

“I called my da-ge, he’s going to take the pictures.”

Jiang Cheng goes ice-cold.

Nie Mingjue is well known in these circles for being one of the toughest but also one of the most accomplished photographers.

He’s going to snap Jiang Cheng clean in half if he can’t pose like Nie Mingjue wants him to.

“I think I’ll be leaving,” Jiang Cheng hears himself saying and every head turns around to him.

Keep reading

[becomeundone]

THE UNTAMED (2019) 1.33

[drazhaq]

Modern liushen ft. Shen twins!

[velinxi]

Toph Beifong

[Prints available here]

[withinsnow]

This topic has probably been cried about to death already but I really just- have so many feelings about the moment lwj realize it's wwx on dafan mountain. Just imagine how that moment must've felt to him. He had probably resigned himself to never see wwx alive and well ever again, the best he could hope for would be to meet him in their next life. Then, on this seemingly ordinary night hunt he hears his their song, and there's only one other person who knows it. Could it be? How could it be? Should he get his hopes up? He gets there, sees him and all doubt falls away. Wwx came back. We never see his feelings play out on his face, but in retrospect we know lwj is a person who feels a lot™️ very strongly, so that exact moment of realization must have hit like a truck.

Lwj is a character who throughout the story finds himself wanting for something he believes he can never have. And he accepts it. Though it hurts he'll make peace with it and move on. Then the rug is pulled out from underneath him and he suddenly finds himself face to face with the exact thing he didn't dare hope for. Wwx dies, and lwj mourns and accept the finality of it. Suddenly wwx is back. Wwx does not feel the same, and lwj accept this. Though it hurts, as long as he's happy and healthy it's enough. But then he does feel the same after all, and that's enough for lwj to nearly break down and cry.

Truly, is there anything more emotional than seeing a character gain what they didn't think they could have, but so very much deserve?

[kineticpenguin]

It is increasingly obvious that most people have no idea how to indicate an illness is slowly killing someone without making them cough up blood. Doesn’t matter what it is or if it has anything to do with your respiratory system, if you’re dying, you’re coughing up blood.

[kineticpenguin]

Writers found out about tuberculosis and were like “damn this slaps” and we’ve been stuck with it ever since

[stupid-elf]

As a person the doc told had all the symptoms of something that kills people (procedural testing confirmed it was something else so that’s neat, I’ve been given steps to mitigate it so what I actually have won’t be a problem that could kill me for quite some time) I have some other options

1. MAKE THEM FALL OVER. Seriously most things that will kill people cause some bodily system to fail at some point, and having somebody be walking upright, then suddenly grasping for something to hold onto, then hitting the deck can be a far more dramatic moment than “oh no mystery illness, I’m coughing a lot, uh-oh there’s blood now.”

2. Cognitive dysfunction. One of the body’s common responses to “oh that’s no good” is to focus all of the attention on the problem, and that can make people with chronic illnesses ‘zone out’ for no reason. If you have a normally witty, innovative, or otherwise mentally present character having them sit in a chair talking and then suddenly drop out of the conversation, only coming back to it when somebody addresses them directly, and even then their eyes are perhaps unfocused, or they seem like they’re trying to say the minimum necessary to get you to move on. It can be a gut punch.

3. Lack of confidence. When something goes from routine to being something [malady] might prevent them from doing the person might suffer a loss of confidence. Maybe you have a strong character that has a stress-triggered case of syncope. They might hesitate to lift weights or work out again, fearing that sense of oncoming death that knocks when you realize your body is going to shut down on you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

4. The opposite of loss of confidence, the acquisition of false confidence. The inability to accept there’s things they can no longer do, punished by a demonstration of the fact they cannot do it. Maybe your character is a gymnast, but tore their rotator cuff. They might instinctively go to swing around a corner by the doorframe, a typical enough gesture for most, especially those accustomed to moving quickly, but the pressure of simple inertia causes them to cry out in pain and fall, their arm and torso spasming as a sense of hurt, failure, and doubt clouds their eyes.

5. Google illnesses with similar symptoms, then go read peoples’ stories. “There’s nothing more tragic than the truth,” and whatnot. Oftentimes an author cannot even imagine the pain of having something be one’s lived experience. So go look for people who have that lived experience. Then revel in the pain you can cause your character.

[hanfugallery]

chinese hanfu by 泠泠七弦

[221bshrlocked]

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

[raewritesfiction]

I think I’m gonna restart blogging my own shit.

[221bshrlocked]

WRITERS. ARTISTS. EDITORS.

REBLOG YOUR OWN WORK.

THERE IS NO SHAME IN IT.

[kinkybazsmolsnow]

And still there'd be people who'd not REBLOG this post

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Still think this site would be better if it didn’t have a like button.

[monstersandmaw]

^^ Just some examples of my stories, pulled at random from my notes. Some of those stories are a couple of years old, and that’s not a lot of reblogs.

Likes don’t help get your favourite creators’ stuff seen. It doesn’t get artists commissioned for glorious artwork, and it doesn’t get writers new readers (or commissions if they’re open). If you didn’t enjoy it that much, then there’s obviously no pressure to reblog, but if you did enjoy it, then the least you can do is reblog.

The reason I’ve got my ‘old stories reblog’ tag is because new folks don’t necessarily know about my older stories, so I reblog an old one to bring it to light again. I feel no shame in doing this, and neither should you if you’re a content creator. Promote your work because not many people seem prepared to help out.

[all54321]

Reblogging this because it’s important

[introvert-unicorn-deactivated20]

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

[miggylol]

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

[achievement-hunter]

#ITS STILL JULY YOU ANIMALS

[galvanizedfriend]

[leatherleaves]

I recently started working in hospitality, and I’ll tell you guys right now, the trope of “there was only one bed” is not as rare as you’d think in real life. A few times a week, at least, I have guys come in who are working together on projects in town or passing through who have to literally book the last room I have available for the night and lo and behold — there is only one bed, and guess what, they give each other a side-eyed look and begrudgingly take it. So write it up, it happens all the time!!!

[karis-the-fangirl]

[blatant-phishing-attempt-bot-de]

Never let your There Was Only One Bed dreams die. I was secretly in love with my best friend for over a year when she graduated and moved to Oklahoma (like 1000 miles away) for grad school. Between that travel restrictions, we were so scared we’d never see eachother again.

At the end of summer, when Covid numbers were at a lower point, I took the risk to visit her in her new apartment and I quickly realized that, unlike when I’d spent the night at her house before, the couch wasn’t made up like a bed. She explained that since her new couch was so fancy and pink, I couldn’t possibly sleep on it, and so I needed to sleep in the bed with her. You know, out of necessity. I woke up with her snuggled around me in the middle of the night.

We’re dating now, and I genuinely think I’m going to marry her. Just the other day, though, I mentioned that if she hadn’t been weird about her fancy couch, I probably never would have like confessed my feelings. AND THEN she stood up, took the cushions off the fancy couch, UNFOLDED IT INTO A HIDE-A-BED, and said “I KNOW.”

THIS GIRL. ORCHESTRATED. BED SCARCITY. JUST SO SHE COULD MAKE THE “ONLY ONE BED” EXCUSE. Y’all when I said I just about lost my goddamn mind, I just about lost my goddamn mind. I love this sneaky bitch so much and the moral of this story is BE THE ONE BED YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.

[leet911]

Fanfic imitates life, and life imitates fanfic. It’s full circle really.

[blue00phoenix]

oh my god 

there was only one bed

but it was STAGED

[galahadwilder]

A sudden, terrifying thought

When you see an animal with its eyes set to the front, like wolves, or humans, that’s usually a predator animal.

If you see an animal with its eyes set farther back, though—to the side—that animal is prey.

Now look at this dragon.

See those eyes?

They’re to the SIDE.

This raises an interesting—and terrifying—question.

What in the name of Lovecraft led evolution to consider DRAGONS…

As PREY?

[dorito-and-pinetree]

I know this isn’t part of my blogs theme but like this is interesting

[haiku-robot]

i know this isn’t part of my blogs theme but like this is interesting

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[kappagecko]

@howdidigetinvolved

[perfectlygenericblog]

The eyes-in-the-front thing (usually) only applies to mammals. Crocodiles, arguably the inspiration for dragons, have eyes that look to the sides despite being a predator.

[pyrrhiccomedy]

hey what up I’m about to be That Asshole

This isn’t a mammalian thing. When people talk about ‘eyes on the front’ or ‘eyes on the side,’ they’re really talking about binocular vision vs monocular vision. Binocular vision is more advantageous for predators because it’s what gives you depth perception; i.e, the distance you need to leap, lunge, or swipe to take out the fast-moving thing in front of you. Any animal that can position its eyes in a way that it has overlapping fields of vision has binocular vision. That includes a lot of predatory reptiles, including komodo dragons, monitor lizards, and chameleons.

(The eyes-in-front = predator / eyes-on-sides = prey thing holds true far more regularly for birds than it does for mammals. Consider owls, hawks, and falcons vs parrots, sparrows, and doves.)

But it’s not like binocular vision is inherently “better” than monocular vision. It’s a trade-off: you get better at leap-strike-kill, but your field of vision is commensurately restricted, meaning you see less stuff. Sometimes, the evolutionary benefit of binocular vision just doesn’t outweigh the benefit of seeing the other guy coming. Very few forms of aquatic life have binocular vision unless they have eye stalks, predator or not, because if you live underwater, the threat could be coming from literally any direction, so you want as wide a field of view as you can get. If you see a predator working monocular vision, it’s a pretty safe assumption that there is something else out there dangerous enough that their survival is aided more by knowing where it is than reliably getting food inside their mouths.

For example, if you are a crocodile, there is a decent chance that a hippo will cruise up your shit and bite you in half. I’d say that makes monocular vision worthwhile.

Which brings us back to OP’s point. Why would dragon evolution favor field of view over depth perception?

A lot of the stories I’ve read painted the biggest threats to dragons (until knights with little shiny sticks came along) as other dragons. Dragons fight each other, dragons have wars. And like fish, a dragon would need to worry about another dragon coming in from any angle. That’s a major point in favor of monocular vision. Moreover, you don’t need depth perception in order to hunt if you can breathe fucking fire. A flamethrower is not a precision weapon. If you can torch everything in front of you, who cares if your prey is 5 feet away or 20? Burn it all and sift among the rubble for meat once everything stops moving.

Really, why would dragons have eyes on the front of their heads? Seems like they’ve got the right idea to me.

[spookcataloger]

Worthwhile cryptozoological discourse

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE!! ✨🏳️‍🌈✨ 🌈

Anything for mdzs with Jiang Yanli? Thank you!

a continuation of 1 2

Jiang Yanli doesn't carry a sword.

The only time Lan Wangji sees her with it is when they're practicing sword forms. She manages the stances and moves easily enough, but can't seem to channel a significant amount of cultivation energy through the blade.

Lan Wangji wonders about her bodyguard.

He doesn't participate in the classes, instead standing the back and observing. They'd never even spoken, only exchanged nods as Jiang Yanli had introduced them.

Brother and Uncle are encouraging him to spend time with Jiang Yanli. Apparently the talks between the elders and the Jiang's council are going well.

If they continue to go well, he could find himself engaged by summer's end.

He comes up on a loose crowd of disciples from every sect, tension running high, and he shoulders his way through to see what the fuss is about.

Jiang Yanli is standing there. Her bodyguard, for once, is nowhere to be seen.

Jin Zixun sneers at her. He wants to intervene, but there are Jiang disciples here keeping their distance. "Jiang Yanli. I see you're swordless. Again."

She just raises an eyebrow. Lan Wangji wonders what Jin Zixun hopes to gain by irritating the heir to the Jiang Sect. The Jiangs might not be as rich as the Jiangs, but their disciples tend to be stronger and the area they control is greater, even though they have less disciples. Pissing them off isn't a good idea.

"Does your sword even have a name?" he taunts. "I don't understand how someone like you can be the heir to the Jiang. Your clan must be so embarrassed by you."

There's a furious fission among the Jiang disciples, but still they hold their place. If Jiang Cheng was here, he imagines this would be going differently, but he's not.

Jiang Yanli tilts her head to the side, a mocking smile curling around her mouth before she turns away from him to walk away.

"Don't turn your back on me!" he shouts, unsheathing his blade and swinging it down in an arc that will embed itself into her spine.

Lan Wangji moves forward to stop it, but he's too late.

Wei Wuxian is standing where he wasn't before, standing in front of Jiang Yanli's back. He's stopped Jin Zixun's blade with the hilt of his still sheathed sword. Just as quickly as he'd moved before, he yank's Jin Zixun's sword from his hand before jamming the hilt of the sword in his solar plexus then sweeping his feet out in front of him. Between one blink and the next Jin Zixun goes from standing, armed and upright, to groaning on his back with his weapon out of reach.

"My sword's name," Jiang Yanli says calmly, having kept her back to the whole exchange, "is Wei Wuxian."

Wei Wuxian winks at him before turning to step next to Jiang Yanli. They walk away from him arm and arm with their heads held high.

Wei Wuxian hadn't even bothered to draw his sword.