Plotless mga kuwento

Blue lock chatfic because I can never get enough of them!😂😂🙏Also uploaded on my ao3 acc which has the same username as this acc High school AU where theyre all just in the same soccer club !!wooop woop No Y/N (PLEASE im so SICK of seeing it..) no plot, no angst, just..humour..ig And uh..heh..all the ships im abt to list can be percieved either platonic or romantic idrc yknow i never actually make them date or kiss in the story but I like it seeming that way..?..IDKKK how to explain it💔 Bachisagi Reonagi Charniko Ryusae Otoya & Karasu & Yukimiya Hiori & Rin & Nanase Aiku & Sendou Kiyora & Kurona Kunigiri Kainess (implied but not for the right reasons..) i love them sm and hate them at the same time like where did they go wrong🥀

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

This is random art I did, don't ask me why I am taking advantage of a website for WRITING I had one job.

The title explains lol

Hello again! This is basically the part 2 to my Midoryia's AUs book since I ran out of room over there. Go read the description for that for the warnings and extra info since I'm not going to be adding an introduction chapter. Also Wattpad is being mean so there might not be pictures on some of them 🥲 -❄️

Compilations of short stories - Snapshots of random scenes - Just some gibberish - Taken out of my mind and typed down here - Every chapter being a stand-alone.

Join an amnesiac secret agent as he finds his way in a dark forest. As he slowly regains his memory, he recalls some sinister incidents which pose a threat to his life and the world. With unexpected friends and enemies at all places, Bryan must keep his guard up. But is he who he thinks he is, and more importantly, who is he?

A random story without a definite plot, featuring nothing but pure madness. Actually, is it even a story? There's no classification for this thing. Originally, this was meant to be a satire of a fanfiction of 07-ghost, but it quickly grew into its own thing. The story main focuses upon our lovely protagonist, Teito Klein, and his... uh... interesting relationship with the other church members. Hope you enjoy!

After a day full of missions, the Akatsuki artist duo walk back to the organization's hideout. Between dandelions, rain, and their classic artistic arguments, some things become harder for Sasori to ignore.

The biting, cool metal of the dagger seems to pierce against the soft skin of Harry's palms, crimson staining the silver. Harry almost laughed too, when Draco's grip on him grew slack. Harry hated him. Oh, he loathed him. The bond they shared over something as horrid as two boys locked in a dark closet, primary-coloured boards flashing against the windows.

Just mini and vague fanfictions! •feel free to request a plot in the comments!

a sidestep into old poetry drabbles

A series of writings on different shades of a mind wanting to save itself under the disguise of normalcy. Contains relatable rants and elaborate writings on mundane issues.

As a random stranger on the internet that feels like an introvert, I welcome you to weird voices in my head as they interact with one another. Join me through daily life events where people look at me like I'm a fool. Have fun looking at my anti-jokes! Recommended: Read in a text-to-speech voice. Q: Why is it not categorized as Humor? A: You probably won't find it funny. Hehe. Ha. Hhh. Complaint: I can't follow! A: Intended. *insert evil smirk emoji here*

Ellie and Joel take a walk together down a train track and discuss some things that Ellie has had on her mind for a while. (originally uploaded to ao3)

Jay keeps denying that he likes it when Ni-Ki keeps coming into his room to bother him.

Very creative title I know- Collection of We Happy Few smut and fluff.

He looked at the air balloon, intertwining his fingers with the grass below. He bit the clouds and closed his eyes.

"Show yourself!" A request that intrigued me more than myself. I laughed out, yet confused. Do human beings really have this alternative states they call 'selves'? If yes, how do I show my self to you, my dear reader? The answer was given to me. "A book. I heard that authors express themselves through their books. I want to see..." A book born solely for the purpose of revealing the hidden worlds of it's creators imagination. Very interesting request indeed. This book might receive a lot of hate, pity, criticism and sympathy. People can't fully comprehend darkness. For that sole reason, I may be judged for presenting you my own darkness. And yet, I can't stop myself. Do I have a self? Can you distinguish my self from the lies that protect it? Maybe...just maybe, if I write this book, I'll find my self in the process. Or I will still remain in the darkness, unable to do anything to cure this pathetic situation. Well see. For myself, and most of all, for you, my dear reader... I present the- "Red Strings!"

Itoshi brothers fluff bc they need to calm their ass down with their beef. Also there's no Blue Lock stories without y/n istg. I still suck at verbs so yeah don't expect to write like Shakespeare. Not a ship! (Like duh they're brothers no shit) I do not own the characters they all belong to Blue Lock (well the author)