Plotless Stories

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🥀

Do you think Tyrannosaurus Rex has been disrespected too often in something like the Jurassic franchise nowadays? You miss @NosajPCL 's fanfiction of Tyrannosaurus Rex reclaiming its position at the top; taking too long to update(no offence)? Well, this might just be the next best thing (still check out theirs), leaning less on whackiness and being a little more serious. Still, expect some more bizarre things.

Bailian~ "The spring flower has bloomed, Do you want the hand of a beauty? Taste the wine before the sunrise, Let your heart carried by the wind, by the end of the night. Have a taste of everlasting beauty, That lies in a everlasting love and some untold stories." Author: Special gift to special someone. Hope there will be more fluffy Balian stories for you. Cover credit: To the rightful owner. (To the dedicated person)

Just a bunch of drabbles and short stories or whatever uwu Please know that this will never actually be completed. I write a lot in my free time and whenever I think something is worthy of being published I'll post it

He ruled over people and land, bringing order and destruction to those who opposes. No one will be safe from his mighty hand. The Emperor will rule whatever it takes. ------------------------ Cover Art: Dream.AI ------------------------ Status: Complete

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 :-)

YES. YES THIS IS PERFECT. Zyol can no longer think. The cookies must have been drugs. This hot garbage is going to be a bestsellers for months to come. She's ascended from being a degenerate to being the entire circus. OR Zyol writes. In a basement. While eating cookies.

Plotless character study, where Dick tracks Jason down to a rooftop, and they finally talk.

The FNAF 2 robots, with nothing better to do, eventually decide to make killing the nightguard a game. Tonight's round involves the Toys vs the Withered. Who is better, who is smarter, who kill win? And once a winner is declared, will a rematch be demanded as well? (Plotless FNAF 2 humor/fluff).

In 1998, the government decided to begin Project; Ranger, a project that took children ages 2-4 in, and turned them into supersoldiers. This kept going for 18 years. seeing as how child experimentation is very much ILLEGAL, Project; Ranger was terminated and all members of staff, from the Generals to the Rangers themselves, were released and relieved of duty. This story follows the adventures of Mia Goldberg (22), Lena LeBlanc (21), and Charlotte Osborne (20) alongside their former General, General Luther Bosco (55), and their journeys through the life of Superstar Idols who used to be Supersoldiers. This Series will be Episodic in nature, with only a very loose connectivity between episodes. but there will be a plot. eventually. we'll get there when we get there.

i don't quite know how to weave them into something pretty, but i try to get them out anyway 😭 this is just random writing stuff ig lol attempted poetry, prompts, thoughts, plotless writing stuff, js whatever my brain spits out edit: so um I didn't know the actual meaning of drabbles oops I changed the title 💀

In the peace and quiet of their dorm room, Elphaba and Galinda sit in silence, one reading and one looking into a mirror. Or are they? For Elphaba has not flipped a single page in over 10 minutes and it is not her own face that Galinda is staring at through her vanity.

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.

literally just plot-less, poorly written, fluffy, domestic one-shots riddled with cuddling and unnatural amounts of kissing. maybe some smut later on.

I'm gonna play safe with this and I'm not gonna be ambitious. i hope you like it.. haha and I'm gonna start with writing this.. (Edited: on second thought.. no i can't find any problem with the MC.. his life is okay and his prime is over since he's old asf.. he's immortal so it's gonna be a long ass novel i doubt to complete.. and I don't want to touch him and ruin him so i will make this a one shot..)

What happened to the three Chaos insurgency agents with Dr Cimmerian?

A bunch of random poems I made.

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)

Redone! Redone description: Born sinfully as a desire to bring the sinful, now defunct, art class of Owange Arts to a novelized form, this thing was made and we had put effort into it as a tribute to it. Rip art class gc. A collection of one-shots collaborated with random strangers/people in the Art Class gc to be blunt. With the change of making it an anthology, the art class is in for a ride. From a normal class, they become survivors of a zombie apocalypse to them being idols to them in the feudal era, the situations are as endless as the saltiness the class has combined! Now, go read. Save us. ;; [Requests are open to an extent]

Elizabeth Arietta has an ending, but no story. No one knows her story, but maybe you can figure it out for yourself. ** Inspired by Stories Without Endings by Alesana. I just switched the words around. **