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⟶ satoru is into cougars
⟶ erm hi again. OKOK i know it's been a month but im a working woman so forgive me. ill probably update my smaus at some point .. maybe .....
cw :: fluff/crack, astoundingly short, not proofread, wife!reader
“I’m into cougars."
It's so tempting to ignore Satoru. He's draped over your tummy, looking up at you with that little grin that tells you he's about to say something stupid, arms working around your waist causing your back to arch slightly uncomfortably against the couch.
It’s so tempting to ignore him, but when his big blue eyes are staring up at you like that, you can't help but want to respond with something equally stupid.
“Go marry one then,” you murmur, returning your focus to the TV.
Satoru hums, resting his head against your abdomen, lithe fingers now tapping against your sides. “I already did.” He is hardly able to stop his face from twitching into a shit-eating grin.
And you already know where this is going. You sigh, and don't deign him with a response.
He huffs. “I said, I already did.”
“I heard you.”
He nearly whines. A grown man nearly whines, looking up at you with frustration. “I said, I already did!”
You don't want to respond. But you feel the way his fingers trace against your ticklish sides in warning.
“... Satoru, I'm one week older than you.”
He laughs, scooping you up and pressing wet kisses to your face. “That's six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds! My old lady!”
Faced with his onslaught, you’re groaning and trying to pry him off of you. Alas, his arms are wrapped around you like a vice, and with the way he's giggling and grinning you'd feel the slightest bit bad ruining his fun.
Maybe you're losing your touch.
“Musta married some other bitch before me,” you say, rolling your eyes. This is one of Satoru’s favourite bits, much to your chagrin.
He lays back down on the couch, laying you over him this time, your head against his chest and his hands pressed against your back.
“You know you're the only one for me, babe,” he grins. “My hot, older woman.”
omg haiii!!!
I am over 5'5/ I wear glasses or contacts / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose to tight clothing /I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or had braces / i have freckles / I paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / Resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / I know more than one language / I can cook or bake / I like writing / I like to read / i can multitask / I've never dated anyone / I have a best friend I've known for over 5 years / i am an only child
ok tagss ermmm @bluukive @your-sleeparalysisdem0n
@mypoptartburnt @loveyislost @selfish-machinesz
tag game 🤭
rules: color the sentence that's true about you
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao
no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui
trope reversal "nice to everyone and only mean to their beloved" aka "autistic person who masks in public and the one person they can let it down around"
geto n his pregnant wife !!
haiii anon thank u for requesting ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა it's tagged here
⟶ satoru's scented lip balm.
⟶ moot me up. pls
cw:: tooth rotting fluff, not proofread, gn!reader, babygirl!satoru
“Hey. C’mere,” Satoru whispers conspiratorially.
You look up at him. He's on the other side of your office, leaning against the wall. His blindfold conceals his eyes, but he struggles to hide the way the corners of his lips are twitching into a cheeky grin.
You tap your pen against the paperwork you're filling out, which was actually his paperwork that he pleaded with you to do, and roll your eyes. “No. You come here.”
He doesn't even argue, too caught up in what he really wants to share with you. He bounds over to your desk, pushes your chair back, and sits sideways over your lap. You let out a slight oof as he settles in, but your hands still wind around his waist.
“Notice anything different about me?” he purrs.
Your hands trace up and down his waist as you furrow your brows in thought. It doesn't seem like he's gotten his hair cut, and it looks like the same blindfold you'd just washed last night, and he hasn't painted his nails or gotten laser hair removal or gotten his already blinding teeth whitened further.
“No,” you shrug. “What is it?”
He huffs. “I’ll give you a hint.”
He leans forward, connecting his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and languidly, and although it's tempting to force your tongue through his shiny pink lips, you do resist.
He pulls away with a final peck. “Get it now?”
You still don't. “New toothpaste?”
“We share toothpaste, silly!” He huffs, knocking his forehead against your cheek. “Okay, one more hint.”
He places a kiss on your nose. Then another, and another, until your eyes are finally widening in realisation.
“New lip balm,” you say. He grins.
“Yes! You're so smart, baby.”
That explains the rosy tint to his lips, then. You bring a finger up, tracing along the slight sheen. “Pretty.”
“Okay, okay. Now guess the flavour.”
You hum, tilting your face towards his, your nose brushing against his lips very slightly. He doesn't resist the urge to give you another kiss, leaving the slightest pink shimmer on your skin.
You narrow your eyes, your stare wandering around the room as you think. “It's sweet.”
“Yep!” Satoru grins, his blindingly white teeth glinting from the corner of your eyes. “Guess!”
You sniff again, then once more. “Cherry.”
He squeals, wrapping his arms around your head and squeezing you to him. “You're so smart! My smart baby. You've earned another kiss.”
“Duh,” you smile, tilting your head up to meet his lips as they push against yours. It's a slow, affectionate kiss, and you can feel your fiancé's smile against your lips, drinking in all the things you feel for him but are too prideful to say.
You're so cute.
He pulls away, leaning his head atop yours, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. “I need to keep my lips soft for you,” he sighs, answering your question before you can even say it.
You hum. “Thoughtful.”
⟶ satoru x baking hobbyist!reader (college au) part:: 2/?
⟶ masterlist can be found here
cw:: silly fluffy crack ;P, ignore typos, plot crawls along, fem!reader
tags:: @candy-s72 @loveyislost @cottonlemonade @sorenflyinn
*hold u in my palm* what part of the court would u like to play
daddy evie is a PRINCESS.
⟶ satoru is a stinking glasses thief
cw:: just fluff/crack, reader is sick of him (affectionately), gn!reader
It’s 12PM when you realise you haven't seen your glasses all day.
Squinty-eyed, you trudge into the bedroom, trying to discern a pair of frames from the clutter and blurriness that greets you.
“Babe, you haven't seen my glasses have you?” you ask, searching through the bedside table before standing up and looking at him. You sigh.
“Nevermind. Found them,” you say, reaching out to pluck them off of his face. Satoru swats your hand away, grinning impishly.
“I look hot, right?” he grins (you think. it could be him baring his teeth in pain. It's blurry), taking your hand and pulling you down to the bed.
“I don't know. I can't see.”
“I always think you look super hot. So, what's the verdict? Do I look as good as you? Better?” He tugs you towards him, looping an arm around your shoulders and tilting your head up to his with a crooked finger.
“I dunno. Give me my glasses back and I'll let you know.”
He frowns, the cogs visibly turning in his head. “But then you won't see me wearing them..!”
You finally manage to wrangle your glasses off of him, sliding them back onto your face, blinking as your eyes readjust to the new focus. His little pout begs for your attention in ultra definition, and you can't help but pull his lip down, letting it bounce back up.
He sighs again, pulling you into his lap and poking you in the side. “You need to buy spares so you can see how hot I look in your glasses, okay?”
You roll your eyes. “I had spares. You sat on them—”
“Potato, potahto! You know, I always have to straighten your glasses after we make out sloppy style. You don't wanna straighten mine?” He bats his eyelashes at you, pressing his face right up to yours so you can get a good view of the way crocodile tears spring to his big blue eyes.
“I think I can live without.” You press a playful kiss to his lips.
“But you shouldn't.” He presses another kiss to your lips, then another, then another. “But I’ll forgive you if you promise to buy another pair, okay?”
You snort at his audacity, pinching his nose. “Fuck no. You broke them, you can replace them.”
He whines loudly, throwing himself back on the bed and starfishing. He remains that way for a full four seconds (new record) before springing back up.
“Okay!” He presses yet another kiss to your lips, before scooping you up and taking you to the living room, wrapped around him in a princess carry. “I'll order.”
You hum, readjusting your glasses. You scoff when you notice the visible finger marks on the lenses. “You touched the lense with your sweaty hands. Disgusting.”
“Oh, that's why your lenses were so blurry.”
⟶ boyfriend texts with fiancé!satoru
⟶ baby's first standalone smau
cw:: fem!reader, slightly mean!reader, shibuya mention, I WROYE COMPLETION I MEANT COMPILATION I JUST BIT SO FAR INTO MY PILLOW
is there plans for any Ino content? >^v^>
id love to write for him but i love him so much idk if i cud do him justice .. but ill give it a go just for u ..