May 22
All the emotions I'm having trying to write one comic when my brain wants to write 5 different comics ... at the same time
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All the emotions I'm having trying to write one comic when my brain wants to write 5 different comics ... at the same time
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Is this how writting fanfiction works?
Am I writter now?
Can I please ask that you all stop blogging pictures of Cody, Punk, The Usos looking as fit as fuck? I'm trying to concentrate on my smut writing!
|| tw slightly Pervy neighbour Satoru + he has a big fat crush on his cute neighbour, panty stealing, taking a picture? It's faintly mentioned. Attempt at dirty talking (first post!!)
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neighbour Gojo that ran into his new next door neighbour one day and was instantly fascinated by how adorable they looked in that oversized house shirt and skimpy shorts. So cute:((
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neighbour Gojo that started to forget buying stuff like sugar and salt so he could ask his pretty next-door neighbour for some♡
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neighbour Gojo getting more clingy and friendly with each day that passes
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neighbour Gojo going out of his way to help his sweet girl next door, you need help fixing something? He got you pretty girl, carrying stuff around have you seen his muscles? Yup, just please smile at him and praise him again it makes his heart flutter♡
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neighbour Gojo that's over the moon when he finally gets her phone number <3 it means they like him too right?
help me out
im (trying) to write a fanfic that's a crossover into gotham. Only problem?
I have never read any comic, ever.
i also can't.
everything and all i know of the batfamily and gotham are from fan made content. Mostly fanfics, fanarts and tiktoks, and also gacha reaction videos.
Pls pls tell me anything you want to about how to write the characters pretty please 🛐
OR pls recommend fanfics that are good examples, even if they are centered around a certain character.
Or well written spiderman into gotham fics too i suppose? those could be good too.
Im a beggar rn i will gladly take and appreciate any ideas, suggestion you have
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giving child hannibal horrific phantasmic visions of his dead sister in my google docs rn.
“the tears burn his cheeks. Though he cannot bring himself to cover his ears at his sister’s soft pule of “Anniba.” he will not ignore her cries, for he is not God.”
Random Week Snippets
The Freak Cricus nsfw: With a quiet, guiding touch, he drew you upward, settling you onto his lap instead. The shift in position felt intentional, controlled, as if he needed you closer in a different way. He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear, his voice dropping into something low and intimate, sending a shiver through you. “So good to me…” Pierrot murmured, the praise soft but weighted. Then, quieter still, almost reverent, “But I would rather watch that beautiful face fall apart in front of me.”
Br</3ken Colors: Damon’s ear stood at attention while his red eyes met Gunther as if a quiet challenge, who was Gunther to question him being at your side. Damon’s mind slightly wandered, ‘Who the hell are you to ask that? Are you in love with them? Then I will kill—”
The Freak Circus Comfort fluff: You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Pierrot suddenly stopped. His hands came up gently, firmly, turning your face toward his. Warm fingers brushed your cheeks, coming away damp.
“You’re crying,” he said softly, but there was nothing soft about the worry in his eyes
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