histórias de Plotless

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 state of 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)

Annabelle just wanted to splash through the puddles with Ironhide; it was too bad for him that he couldn't resist those big blue eyes of hers.

"I was already falling for you without even realizing." Because falling in love with another girl in high school isn't cliche. Join Emily and Victoria on their journey as lovers while facing obstacles. This story is a little bit plotless having fluff and angst. 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.

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

I constantly get ideas for scenes that would be great in a book, but I have no book to put them in, so now there's a wealth of scene ideas that I have written down just waiting for their chance to shine. Those ideas will now get posted here so they have time to see the light. If you want to use any of these scenes, go right ahead and do it, just make sure you credit me and send me a link so I can read :-)

I got bored and want to try something...new. This is an ever changing process so I wouldn't mind people putting their inputs on it.

bad short stories. some may or may not be stories i write for english class assignments. do not steal my works.

A bunch of random poems I made.

Sometimes I just get this random idea of like taking my problems and making them into a paragraph of some sort? like when I'm sad about leaving something important, I'll write a paragraph about someone (nameless character) leaving home or sumn idk (literally first chapter....)

I love analyzing films of all kinds, and I decided to take my thoughts and opinions to the most underrated AI, DeepSeek! Let the roasting begin!

A short LeoXHyuk I wrote for my sister.

Mr. Kingston, a man of fewer words than action, had finally been broken. As more assignments are accepted, he is caught between the hands of grief and professionalism. Tiresome as it is. He fears that once he experiences the morbid side of this world, the ugly truth, he will no longer be the same. And he was right, but who says he had to go through them alone? *There may be triggering content included. If you feel uncomfortable or triggered on subjects such as suicide, self-abuse, or suicidal thoughts, please do not proceed, I beg of you.* *Also slight to medium cursing because our male lead is a pissy bean* This story is my first attempt at truly trying to write, please forgive my grammar, spelling, and every other error. Also major plot holes! And if I have to put a warning that there is hella cute gayness in here than be my guest and fuck off. The cover is mine.

As you can read (or not, I dunno), this book contains poems (and little plotless Oneshots) :) Little pieces of my soul I decided to share with you <3 Thank y'all for reading !!

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?

Just a bunch of situations, with the occasional oneshot mixed in. Don't expect a steady plot or something like that, cause there isn't one

The perspective is all about the prospect of people with piousness within predicament

Pain isn't invincible...