Mushrooms and Decay

Writing all the posts myself - feel free to leave your own though, you'll get credit with your username or as anon

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Writing Masterlist

Writing Prompts 1, 2

Vanilla Extract

Writing Prompt 3

TodoBaku Fluff

Our Gilded Cages - Part 1, Part 2

Writing Prompts 4, 5

Victory and Surrender

Writing Prompt 6

Chara Dreemurr

Butterflies

Oil and Water

Writing Prompts 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Cold

Writing Prompt 15

Promises

Writing Prompts 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50

Secret Messages

Writing Prompts 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68

Flowers

Writing Prompts 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81

Bartylus Prompts - 1, 2

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Writing Prompts 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120

Lie to me

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Writing Prompt 123

One day, there was a young girl who lived on a farm with her family. She was a nurse, young and pretty, and conceited to a perhaps forgivable degree.

She found herself lost - alone in a forest of grief. Her friends, her brother, and even the family dog had fallen quite ill and died. Her parents and sister, her naive but kind and gentle baby sister, had fallen prey to a confusing sort of madness. They had lost their senses, and the girl had no choice - for her own sake - to leave her home, and pray most devoutly that they would be rescued.

Only this girl - a young woman, perhaps, only just starting to explore what it meant to be human - had escaped the curse of her family.

Luckily, she'd found herself a respectable job - a lab, only miles upriver from her home, that'd been testing new-age equiment and tools, and something they'd called God's Sword, for the way the strange strip of metal seemed to glow and heat up on its own, and how the water that touched it began to cause strang evolutions in any creature that consumed it.

Surely, only a divine creator's precious tool could have such miraculous effects.

[writersagony]

Writing Prompt 122

The Princess looked at the walls in front of her. If she focused, she could see in the stones the shadows of the strong, ever-growing vines she and her playmates would climb in their youth. In those moments they had almost felt free.

She would climb those vines to the top, higher than the others dared to climb. At the top, she did not see more land than through the windows of her towering castle home.

But she saw possibility.

She saw freedom, on those vines. Her dreams grew with those vines, strong and stable.

They had been cut down long ago.

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[chaos-ducks]

Absolutely never.

[booksandgore]

Once upon a time, there lived a Queen of fire and embers. She ruled over a world far apart from our own, and she ruled with pride and dedication. The sparks she summoned from her palms we're a tool she was loath to use, however, as in her eyes this ability reflected her responsibilities and marked her apart from those she protected.

And in her Queendom of peace, surrounded by those who saw her as a tool for their own goals, this Queen grew lonely. She grew distrustful, and protective of her sacred and all-important duties. One duty in particular was of the upmost importance :

The guarding of the Sol Emeralds.

But one day, the emeralds - which ensured stability, life, and Joy to this far away, advanced land - went missing.

The Queen, struck with a sense of loss and guilt for having failed to protect them, left her land under the care of her council of advisors, prayed her Queendom would not fall in her absence, and journeyed after the gems, using the Golden Rings of her people's making, into new, odd worlds.

And now, the lonely Queen found herself in a world of fire and ruin, with only a single ring left, her hope fading. She could go home now, empty-handed, and face her people's grief and anger, or she could leave, try one more world, hoping desperately to find the emeralds among the chaos that undoubtedly awaited her.

But the Queen did not know that among the rubble, beneath the ash and dust, was a savior, meant to reignite her soul's flame, and guide her to her destination, so long as she would follow her new companion on his quest to save his dying world, in turn.

[booksandgore]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Knights of Guinevere (GLITCH Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Guinevere & Olivia Park (Knights of Guinevere) Characters: Guinevere (Knights of Guinevere), Olivia Park (Knights of Guinevere) Additional Tags: olivia’s father died off-screen, and it’s not really mentioned, but it’s kind of alluded to, SO, olivia park has some Issues, she’s also low-key losing/lost her mind, Guinevere Needs A Hug (Knights of Guinevere), set the night of the flashback where Frankie fixed Gwen’s finger as a child

  Summary:

Above the glittering Kingdom of magic and dreams, a Princess stood and overlooked her domain and her wards.

Olivia felt a headache coming on.

Gwen felt a wish coming on.

[postsfromthedark]

How do we spell Guinevere's nickname?

Gwen

Guin

Other (in comments/reblog)

Voting ended onOct 6, 2025

[booksandgore]

I'm writing a Claudia-centric fic, focused on her semi-redemption. I have a lot of her path through the beginning planned out, and a lot of our main cast - namely Soren and Terry - involved in the story, but who should I have be the initial narrator/main character?

Claudia

Soren

Terry

Callum/Rayla

Someone else (tell in comments)

Voting ended onApr 25, 2025

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I'm so glad I live in a world where there's Archive of Our Own

[booksandgore]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Gaang & Zuko (Avatar), Iroh & Zuko (Avatar), Sokka & Zuko (Avatar), Katara & Zuko (Avatar), Aang & Zuko (Avatar), Toph Beifong & Zuko, Azula & Zuko (Avatar) Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Azula (Avatar), Ursa (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar) Additional Tags: Zuko-centric (Avatar), Firelord Zuko (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar) Needs a Hug, and he gets one, Toph Beifong and Zuko are Siblings, even if that’s not explored in this fic, Hurt Zuko (Avatar), Warning: Ozai (Avatar), Bad Parent Ozai (Avatar), Mentioned Ozai (Avatar), Mentioned Ursa (Avatar), Iroh is a Good Uncle (Avatar), Mentioned Iroh (Avatar), Minor Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), if you squint and listen to rumors Summary:

Zuko hadn’t been told his life would be easy, or full of joy. And the way it had started, he’d never expected it. And yet, in sitting with his friends despite their history of violence and hostility, he can hardly imagine a life other than this.

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Writing Prompt 121

Villain, strapped at the shoulders, arms, and legs to the medical table, listened to the metallic clatter of tools being moved around somewhere beyond their view. Their heart a constant pitter in their chest as they waited, waited, waited-

Finally, the table was turned around, and they saw Superhero above them, their white medical mask somehow making them more intimidating. And absolutely breathtaking.

[booksandgore]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cole & Lloyd Garmadon & Kai & Nya & Jay Walker & Zane, Lloyd Garmadon & Kai, Lloyd Garmadon & Nya, Lloyd Garmadon & Zane, Lloyd Garmadon & Jay Walker, Cole & Lloyd Garmadon, Lloyd Garmadon & Sensei Wu, Lloyd Garmadon & Ninja Team, Lloyd Garmadon & Everyone Characters: Lloyd Garmadon, Kai (Ninjago), Nya (Ninjago), Zane (Ninjago), Cole (Ninjago), Sensei Wu (Ninjago), Jay Walker (Ninjago) Additional Tags: Lloyd Garmadon Needs a Hug, Lloyd Garmadon Angst, Sort Of, Lloyd Garmadon Needs Therapy, Lloyd Garmadon-centric, Lloyd Garmadon is a Little Shit, Hurt Lloyd Garmadon, Traumatized Lloyd Garmadon, Lloyd Garmadon Gets a Hug, sort of against his will but not really, Child Lloyd Garmadon, Child Abandonment, oh my god does he have parent issues, and Abandonment Issues, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, so Lloyd’s 10, and like all 10-year-olds he wants be just like his father, but uh, one issue, his father is Not Great, (Right Now), uncle wu and misako abandoned Lloyd there, but nobody really thinks about they right now, the ninja are like 17-19 Summary:

10-year-old Lloyd, taken in by an uncle he hadn’t seen in years and surrounded by strangers who, as far as he was concerned, had only just tried to kill him, was cautious of the fleeting moments of kindness he was offered on their flying ship. Still, beggars can’t be choosers.

[booksandgore]

Would you read starlight-centric fics?

yes

no

depends

Who?

Voting ended onOct 17, 2024

[writersagony]

Lie to me

Villain watched Hero, fingers twitching towards their gun whenever Hero glanced back up again - paused only by remembering that they were on the same side.

For now.

"This mission..." Hero finally spoke, still pacing the room, their eyes downcast towards the carpeted floor.

"What about it?" Villain cocked their head.

"Nobody... noone's going to die, right? Except - Supervillain?"

Villain sighed. The mission in question was - dangerous. They were certain they'd die during it. Hero too, maybe. Their teams. Citizens. But certainly, Supervillain would be defeated - that was the point. Too bad Hero's, well - hero complex couldn't handle that it was was essentially a suicide mission.

"Hero-" Cillain began, rising from where they'd been precariously sitting.

"Lie."

"What?"

"Lie. Lie to me, lie for me. Just - you've always lied to me, about your plans or about your backstory. Do it again." Hero looked up at Villain, finally. Their eyes were wet with unshed tears, their pupils wide.

"...no. Nobodies going to die."

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Writing Prompt 120

Villain's face was smashed between Hero's sharp talons, their pupils wide as they watched Hero's face contort as they processed what they saw. Villain grinned slightly, their free hand - the one not being pressed into the wall behind them by Hero - reached up towards Hero's face to poke at their cheeks, letting out a giggle.

Hero's brows furrowed even more, then took note of the smell surrounding Villain.

"Are- are you fucking high right now?!"

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Writing Prompt 119

"What was your plan, after all this? To go back, and pretend everything was normal? That none of this happened?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

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Writing Prompt 118

“Villain.”

“Hero…”

“I told you what would happen if I caught you here again.”

The two stared at each other from across the room. Villain’s pupils dilated, their muscles tensed as their grip on their gun tightened. Hero watched them, loose grip on their own weapon, staring down as they took another step forward.

“I didn’t have a choice, Hero.”

“No… you did.” Hero stretched, their neck cracking as they twirled their weapon in their hand. “You’ve just made the wrong one.”