A Comic About Different Types Of Storytellers

What if I look inside myself and I don’t find any gems? What if I’m just a rock? WHISPER OF THE HEART / 耳をすませば (1995)

You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.

i wish people would let creators finish their fucking stories

"My life started the day I met you"

The day in question:

This is very true, be more like little kids!

-:“Maybe I like you…maybe not.” Denial of feelings prompts-:

Requested by: Anonymous

By @me-writes-prompts

“You see, I could never like think of them romantically. You know what I mean?”

“Look, I don’t believe in love or anything, so there is no way I could have feelings for that person.”

“No, no, I can’t. We both can’t. I mean, it can never work out the way we would have wanted to.”

Getting jealous and possessive when the other one is giving someone more attention than them. But that’s just how friends are, right? RIGHT?

Ignoring that fluttering and butterflies in their stomach when they get too close to them.

“I mean, this feeling is just temporary. It will go away.” (Spoiler alert! It didn’t)

“You have such heart eyes when you look at them, makes me sick.” “No, I don’t.”

"Just tell them you like them." "What are you talking about?" "You like them, don't you?" "No, absolutely not. Haha, no. Maybe."

y'know, i kinda wonder how a cowboy with a thick accent would sound when he's begging to cum. like, he's sat on top of you, the same way he straddles his horse—and all shame has been thrown out the window. he's a breathless, sweaty mess, and apart from the whining, he's letting all kinds of obscenities fly out of his mouth– of what he wants you to do to him.

btw, when i say 'thick accent', i don't mean 'sweet southern countryside' accent.

i mean the “th's 'ere town ain't big 'nuff fer th' two of us.” + “y' new 'round 'ere, partner? look'n fer a place t' stay?” + “'s dangerous t' be walk'n 'round 'ere by yerself, kid. 'specially at night.” type of accent.

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Her eyes were the color of honey, irises swirling like the sweet nectar.

His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned her over with nothing more than a wink and a smile.

They had eyes like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained their face.

Her eyes were as bright as the raging sun and the color of dancing flames.

They wore blue eyeshadow to contrast their dark brown eyes.

Her eyes were as beautiful as the leaves of trees in autumn.

His eyes were nearly black, like a void that held a lifetime of secrets.

Dirt. She had eyes like dirt. They were almost as dirty as her personality.

Their eyes reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books.

She had the kind of eyes that made thieves wonder why they bothered to steal pieces of art.

His eyes made her think of the sandcastles she used to build as a kid.

Their eyes were the same color as the old oak tree their great-great-grandfather planted in the backyard.

His eyes were the same color as the bottle of liquor in his hand.

They had a smile like spring, but their eyes were autumn with a hint of passing summer.

Her dark eyes were flaked with gold.

His brown eyes had tragedy weaved behind his irises.

Brown, copper eyes that paired with the dry blood stuck to their face watched him as he stalked across the tiled floor.