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Hello everyone !! A bit of creative writing here :) Writing Prompt

During my English class we had to choose an object and then write a POV text of that object. At the end of class we presented our text in front of the other students with a background music. The music I recited my text over was 'Introduction (titles)' by Danny Elfman for Edward Scissorhands.

I really enjoyed this exercise. We had to adjust our speech (tone and pace) according to the sound. We didn't train beforehand, it was interesting to go live and not really know what to expect !!

I would love to share it with you !

Obviously you won't have my tone and pace but I tried to edit it so you can interpret how it was performed with the sound !

Enjoy the reading !

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It’s dark. 

I can’t tell where I am. Yet I know exactly what surrounds me. 

I can feel the cold concrete beneath me. 

Hard and dirty.

Here. There is a dead bee. 

There. A living spider building its web. 

It’s on the lawn mower next to me. 

I smell mold. 

The smell of old. 

I got used to it. 

There is a light breeze bringing an intoxicating smell. 

Gas. 

I feel inebriated.

I feel light touches. 

It startles me. 

I don’t know what it is. 

The touches move quickly. 

There is a pattern. 

1.

2.

3.

4.5.6

7.

8. It stops.

A silky thread touches me. 

Then again with the touches. 

1.

2.

3.

4.5.6

7.

8. Silky Thread. 

The spider !

Where is it ? 

It’s on me !

It’s making a web on me !

I feel it moving on my limb ! 

No ! 

Move !

Move from here !

It’s bright ?

It’s bright !

I can’t tell where I am.

Yet I know exactly what’s happening. 

I feel something warm grabbing me and dragging me against the cold concrete. 

The warmth opens me up. 

There is a freezing gust entering me. 

A loud SCRAAAATCH breaks through the air. 

I know this sound ! 

It’s my turn ! 

It’s the seed bag being CRACKED open. 

Seeds fall inside me with a comforting sound and gentle tickles. 

The warmth grabs my limb firmly. 

The spider ? 

Where is it ? 

Where is the spider ? 

I don’t feel it anymore ! 

It’s gone !

I am pushed into the light. 

My wheels face the ground then the bluest sky I have ever felt. 

The sun skims my whole body. 

It’s cold then warm all over again. 

Cold then Warm. 

And Again. 

Cold. 

Warm. 

Cold. 

There’s a CLICK!

It’s my cue.

The handle on my limb is pushed. 

It’s my cue to free them all. 

My cue to spin. 

So I spin. And spin. And Spin

The seeds spin in the sky beautifully. 

So they spin. And spin. And spin. 

Finally.

I can fulfill what I was created for !

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Thank you for reading my work !

I hope you enjoyed it. I would love to hear what you thought about it and if you understood what my object was !

I would also say that English is not my mother tongue. Would you then excuse potential typos or weird phrasing.

Louis :)

She taught me how to read

She taught me how to write

She even taught me how to ride a bike.

She taught me how to sing, a boomerang to fling

Hell, she even taught me how to draw an eyeliner wing.

To skip, to hop, to cook, to clean

Everything she taught, she made sure was heard and seen.

She taught me many things for which I'm grateful for

She taught me many things but I wish she'd taught me more.

Like how to clear my head when my thoughts are too loud

Or how to push through a day when my limbs are too heavy.

How to move on when my life comes crashing down

How to stop wearing my loneliness like a crown.

I'll figure these out on my own

I'll learn how and these skills I'll hone

So all I ask you is for you to teach me one thing

Come back and teach me how to be okay

With you being gone.

Please give me a reason to stay.

-scaredofmyvoice

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

The year is 2184, average earth temperature has doubled, only a few million people remain on earth. A green-movement managed to travel back to 2022. What are they doing?

I felt his hot breath on my neck. “Honey?” I stirred, feeling the sleep heavy through my body. Rose gold lighting poured through the window. We had been together for a few years, but he still clung to me as if we were a new couple. I felt his gentle hands brush through my hair, gently letting his fingers go over my tangles. The morning light and air was beckoning me to make breakfast. “My love~” My voice rang in my ear when I called to him. He stirred in his sleep. I expected him to let me go, but he grabbed me even tighter than before. I felt his nose brush the tip of my ear and the cold sweep of air as he inhaled my scent. A smile crept onto my face. His arms squeezed me tight as we laid there, content. “Am I in heaven?” A giggle betrayed me, my lips spread thin in my smile. His voice was rough as he woke up. I felt my body’s heat rising, my ears felt hot. We laid there in the morning rays spreading across our bedsheets, loosely thrown on our connecting bodies. “I believe I am, and you’re my Angel.”

Enticing, like bait to a beast. A reminder of the light within an abysmal world, the scent of you. Like a rose in a wasteland of thorns, like the voice of an angel. A vibrant feeling in one's heart that spears through the darkness that is a world without you. A beacon in the night, your smell alone reminds me of heaven, for you are my saving grace, my angel.

Ahaaaaa Id been wanting to put up this ask but the box wasnt working for me till now lol sorry.... Romione - Historical AU, Fake Marriage... Romione again coz im mad about it, Bar/Restaurant AU with Teacher AU...Bonus if the Teacher is Ron coz Hermione sucks at teaching tbh...m sorry but yea...And Jily Royal AU with poorly timed confessions...Love your writing <333

So this took the longest time to finish, but I wanted to make it right

Romione (Historical AU – Fake Marriage):

The Granger and Weasley families were rivals. One family warriors and adventurers working for the crown and banks. The other with more than half of them working as healers. The youngest son of the Weasley family, Ron, and the only daughter and heiress to the Granger family, Hermione, both knew that if the feud kept on going, both families would cease to exist.

There was an arrangement made between the two of them. They would marry in order for the two families to cease their seemingly eternal feud. And it worked. The feud had been over. There were celebrations, parties and balls made in the honor of the young newlywed couple.

But there was something that no one knew about the couple. And it was the mutual intolerance of one another. Ron believed that Hermione was a stuck-up nagging know-it-all that seemed to always need to be in the right. Hermione believed that Ron was an immature insensitive tactless man-child that had the apparent need to always swear.

But unknown to one another they became more and more smitten. They couldn’t let the other know. How could Hermione know that Ron thought that her wild brown hair made his heart beat somehow faster whenever he saw her in the morning? How her scrunched nose whenever she read a book was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen in another human?

How could Ron ever know that Hermione’s breath would almost stop completely whenever his large hands came in contact with her skin? How his blue eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever come across?

During a ball in Christmas Eve, Ron had a little bit too much to drink, desperate for an escape from his constant and undying pining towards Hermione. Then, Viktor Krum, a successful and famed boxer, had made an appearance and had danced with her throughout the night. She had called him out trying to stop him from possibly drinking himself to death, but Ron wasn’t having it.

“For once stop being a nightmare!” He had told her in an abandoned hallway. Her eyes filled with tears as her heart broke, and she ran towards the forests where no one could hear her crying. 

Ron could only watch the back of her head with those curls that he so desire to sink his fingers into. He returned to the party after drinking a made-up hangover tonic that was in the pantry that managed to sober him up. 

“WOLVES!” a quivering and scared voice yelled in the middle of the Living Room. “WOLVES HAVE BEEN SPOTTED NEAR THE MANOR!”

A sudden fear, so paralyzing that he thought if the world had stopped spinning for a whole minute, and then, Ron’s legs were moving before he realized.

Hermione sat on a rock by the lake. Her head in her hands as tears strolled down her cheeks. She sniffed and whined, not noticing the three wolves that had appeared just a couple of feet in front her. She raised her head. She knew she should’ve screamed for her help, but she became petrified. The middle wolf growled at her and as he went to lounge at her she covered her face, just to hear the wolf whimper along the voice of her husband.

“OI!” he bellowed. “Shit brain!”

Ron had thrown a sharp rock so hard the wolf had started to bleed, it escaped leaving two feral wolves to deal with. Ron threw another rock this time upwards hitting a large but weak branch that fell on top of a second wolf trapping him. The last wolf simply left seeing no worth in continuing the attack.

Ron was on Hermione at once hugging her as tight as she could. He laid apology after apology on her. He was crying, he realized how close he was to losing her. She was crying, she realized she hadn’t told him how she felt, she might’ve not had the chance if he hadn’t come.

They looked at one another. An unspoken agreement of blue crashing with brown. Their lips were on one another in a second, dancing with the other as they kissed for the first time. Her lips were softer than his dreams had thought of them. After perhaps making up for months constant pining and wanting they detached, their foreheads touching as their breaths hit their faces.

“Marry me,” he said. She laughed as if what he’d said was ridiculous.

“We’re already married.”

“Don’t care. I married you for them,” she didn’t need him to specify who was them. “I want to marry you.” A smile formed on her face as he kissed him some more.

“I will.”

Jily (Royal AU – Poorly Timed Confessions):

Prince James was someone who princess Lily always thought of as arrogant, pompous. A no good brat who alway got what he wanted.

They met at the engagement ball of prince Sirius and princess Pandora, the two were close to the bride and the groom, but it was more out of obligation more than anything else that the two spend time together. In preparation for the wedding the two prepared the ball, it had been nothing short of a disaster.

Prince James had fallen in love the second he had set his eyes on Lily, she was perfect, the perfect red hair, green eyes, slender figure with the wisdom of Athena. Lily herself had taken notice of James's attractive features, his brown eyes and messy hair that looked like a tornado had gone through it.

But then the arrogant idiot prince had to open his mouth and ruin everything. He was nothing short of a complete abuser of his power, making fun of people at every chance he had and boasting about his expert sword-handling. He also had the incredibly awful habit of making fun of princess Lily's closest friend Severus Snape.

It was on the week before the wedding when she had enough, prince James had humiliated Severus publicly and Lily had done her best to defend him, but when he James finally relented his continuous abusive ministrations he had called her the most awful of names someone could call another person.

She left that same day, losing a life-long friendship, but also freeing herself from prince James.

On the day of what was supposed to be prince Sirius and Pandora she had been told that the wedding had been cancelled. It was an arranged marriage, everyone knew that, but after some encouraging from prince James, Sirius had decided to run away to Potter Castle with prince James.

It was so that James and Lily didn't see each other for the next two years, but she would often hear of his adventures, his new and constant battles as he freed towns from oppressive bandits with nothing but his sword. She would hear of his charitable actions regarding the poor people of his kingdom.

When they finally met again, it was like meeting a whole different person. The cocky and arrogant attitude while still there, had died down a lot, his kindness was something truly amazing and so was his compassion. Princess Lily hated herself for even thinking it, but she was falling in love, at least that's what she thought as she had never felt what she did for prince James, for any other person.

There was a problem, however, prince James seemed to had forgotten about her. Although the two stayed on amicable terms there were no more propositions of marriage or courting only subtle nods or quick greetings.

And then the news came to her, he was soon getting engaged, his parents were already too old and they desired to see prince James married and with a child. And so being his usual selfless self prince James had organized a huge ball where multiple women, royal or not, were to attend so that he may choose a proper wife.

Princess Lily hadn't received an invitation and when she found out she didn't waste another second and set out. As she entered the ball room she saw him standing tall in front of a crowd of girls all different from the other, his mouth opened and Lily hoped she was not too late.

"I prince James of Godric's Hollow," he said. "Hereby choose–"

"Don't!" Lily shouted without really meaning to. James turned his head, shock displayed all across his features. "Don't marry them. They don't– I will– You are the most... Insensitive, pompous, arrogant and handsome fool I've ever met."

Faces and murmurs clearly didn't agree with that, but the corner of James's mouth quirked up.

"But I love you so please don't marry them," his eyes widened at her confession, and he seemed to think for a second before he cleared his throat.

"As I said," his eyes showing mirth. "I prince James of Godric's Hollow, hereby choose," it was over. Lily was too late. "Princess Lily of Surrey to be my wife."

Her head shot up, unsure of what she heard. Until he came down from the pedestal where he stood and walked towards her with a determination she didn't know was possible in a human being. He embraced her, his hands wrapped around her, his head looming closer until finally their lips met in a soft kiss.

So yes, prince James was someone who princess Lily always thought of as arrogant, pompous. But damn it, he did get what he wanted in the end.

Romione (Bar/Restaurant – Teacher AU) (WARNING: This one gets a bit spicy):

Ron sat down at the bar counter asking Rosmerta for his usual, Rum with Coke. He had finished preparing his latest lecture for his Literature Class at Hogwarts University. It had taken him almost an eternity to finish it in time, as he went to take a drink he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Professor Weasley?” he’d recognized it anywhere. He turned around seeing Hermione Granger, the top students in all of Hogwarts perhaps. She was one his students, and the most challenging as well. Every class was filled with bickering between the two as they discussed a new novel or talked about a problematic author.

Recently he had started seeing her in a new light. As an educator he was ashamed of these thoughts, after all he was nearly ten years her senior. Well, he was barely seven years older than her, but that was still pretty bad. He had managed to become a professor thanks to the Headmaster, an old family friend.

“Ms. Granger,” he said. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it past your bed time?” She rolled her eyes, but she still smiled at his joke.

“Well, actually, my dorm mate Lavender said that I could use a break from all the studying. I don’t normally go out as much since–” she cut herself short as a sad look came across her eyes.

Ron didn’t need to finish. He had heard the gossiping around campus. How Hermione Granger had managed to score legendary football player Viktor Krum before leaving for college just for him to break up with her a few months later. He had actually heard of Krum, he was as old as him and Ron held a big admiration towards the famous athlete, before that admiration turned to disdain.

How could someone ever even think about breaking up with Hermione Granger? Sure, she could be nagging and bossy. But she was also kind, and brave. She wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind. And the fact that she was beautiful didn’t went over his head. She had this wild hair that always seemed untamable and Ron often found himself laying in bed as he pictured his fingers tangled in her mane while her mouth worked him until completion. He shook his head. He couldn’t think of that right now, and in front of her nonetheless.

“Well,” he said taking another sip of his drink. “I hope you have fun, Ms. Granger.”

“You too, Professor.”

The night went by and Ron couldn’t stop occasionally staring at her from the bar counter. In her table there were four other girls: a blonde girl who he had to guess was Lavender from the way Hermione kept calling her to get off the table; two identical brown girls, who Ron guessed were twins, one seemed as excited as Lavender and the other reminded him more of Hermione; and another blonde girl who had the widest eyes he had ever seen along with a dreamy look. 

As the evening went by many of the girls started heading back to their dorms and homes. Lavender went back with an Irish boy from Ron’s class named Seamus, the identical sisters were helping Luna who had fell from the table trying to dance in a strange way. Leaving Hermione alone in the table, Ron noticed she had barely had anything to drink. He took a last sip from his drink and left some money.

He went out the bar and walked in the direction of his home. He decided that he was too tired to walk and went to take out his phone just to find that he left it at the bar. Groaning he returned back finding a couple apparently snogging by the doorway. Ron muttered something about kids these days until he recognized the wild mane of curls and something that was definitely not good.

“Cormac!” Hermione’s voice yelled. “I said get off!”

“Shut up!” replied Cormac McLaggen. He was part of the rugby team. “You’ve been teasing me all night with that dress. And I think it’s time I have a little fu–”

Cormac’s threat was cut short as a fist flew to the side his jaw. Cormac slumped to the ground. Hermione looked scared and turned towards Ron, as the fear in her expression left just to be replaced with a crying relief. She wrapped her arms tightly against Ron. He patted her back as she cried and thanked him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. Her head moved up and down against his chest. “I forgot my phone. I’ll go get it and then I’ll call you a taxi, alright?” She nodded again.

He went back inside the bar, took his phone and warned Rosemerta about McLaggen before going back out and calling a taxi for Hermione. When the taxi arrived he was faced with a request from her.

“C-can you ride back with me?” Ron didn’t hesitate and nodded. 

NSFW Content ahead

The ride to her home was quiet. When they reached the door to her dorm, something sparked between the two fo them. Hermione pulled the collar of Ron’s shirt and brought his lips to her own. Ron knew this was wrong, yet he didn’t do anything to stop it. They were a passionate mess of kisses, licks and bites between the two.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Are you asking me if I'm drunk?" She asked him, her eyes half-lidded as they gazed at his lips.

"I'm asking you if you want to shag me as much as I want to ravage you?"

"And I'm saying I really want to ravage you as well, professor."

He undressed her with the most delicate of touches he had ever shown to another human being. She wasn’t just a hook up. Not to him at least.

When they were both nearly naked, Ron only having his underwear left, Ron put her down on the bed. He laid soft kisses from her ankle, to the back of her knee, to her inner thigh until his tongue was tasting her folds, the sweet nectar of her arousal touched his tongue and he thought his cock would actually burst. She writhed in pleasure under him, she was like the prey that he had wanted to tear apart for so long.

With a long moan that went to his ears and then to his cock she came. He kissed up her body, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and circling her nipples when he got to her chest before he reached her face. She was so bloody beautiful, and he didn’t know if he could hold on for any longer.

She turned them over kissing his jaw and neck. As she kissed him down his body before reaching the front of his trousers where a very prominent bulge took a hold of her attention. She kissed it through the cloth making him throw his head back. She pulled down his underwear revealing his large and thick manhood. She looked unsure of herself, and Ron was about to tell her she didn’t have to when she closed her mouth around him.

She was unexperienced that much was obvious her licking and sucking was very tentative, like she was afraid of doing something wrong. His hand unconsciously sought out her hair, as his fingers tangled with her hair. She didn’t seem to object as one of his fantasies seemed to play out in front of him. It took him Hermione kissing the tip of his cock before he came spurt after spurt in her mouth. He tried apologizing, but was left speechless when he saw her swallowing his ejaculation.

When he entered her he was careful, he realized this was her first time in a long time from how tight she was. He took his time to pleasure every part of her, playing special attention to her clit, nipples, neck and everything that he saw was making her approach her climax.

They came together with a powerful moan that mixed their two voices. She laid on top of him as she seemed to count the freckles on his chest.

“I’ve been wanting that for months now,” she said.

“Me too,” he admitted, running his fingers through her hair.

"So."

"So?"

"What does this mean?"

Ron took a few seconds, staring at her brown eyes, his heart spoke before his head had properly giving it a thought.

"I think that was one of the best nights I've had in a long time," he said. "And I'd love to take you out on a date, Ms. Granger." She smiled a bright and wide smile.

"It's Hermione, and I'd love to, professor."

"It's Ron, and I can't wait for it, Hermione."

so who's gonna write this for me?

wolfstar fanfic authors hello

(if you want this, reblog this, we NEED TO REACH THE RIGHT PPL)

Ok so I noticed @aroace-get-out-of-my-face and @babyblankyerror (PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT THEYRE SO COOL)making some awesome prompts so I figured I would try my hand at one (based off a dream I had)

So Stanley is captured. Probably by Rico or something, and in a warehouse all tied up. When Rico leaves to go do something or whatever, Stanley somehow summons a nice but a bit wacky wizard (he had some magical item he stole from somebody that Rico didn’t bother to take and him struggling summons the wizard) the wizard, seeing Stan has his item, goes “oh boy! You found my missing item! Ive been looking for that for ages! Since you found it, I’ll give you one wish!” And Stan, weirded out of his mind, wondering why the guy he stole the item from is congratulating him on finding it, and probably thinks he’s dreaming but not about to give up an opportunity to escape, goes;

“GET ME OUTTA HERE!”

Of course, his mouth is tied up and gagged so the wizard has to work with what he’s got.

Though honestly “drake bug hawk bear” is not a good guess.

The wizard goes “alright great! I can do that! :)” and teleports him outside of the warehouse and tells him he has 24 hours till the spell kicks in (to give him time to leave) Stan, not really listening, jumps in his car and heads out, still confused as hell. Of course, 24 hours later the car is a bit too small to keep driving in and also now is wrecked because turning into a crazy hybrid of a dragon, stag beetle, golden eagle, and brown bear may cause some damage to your surroundings.

So he starts walking. Where, you ask?

To gravity falls.

Meanwhile, Stanford is having the time of his life! He’s researching, he’s finding new, interesting creatures, he’s defying the laws of nature, he’s getting chased down by a unicorn after trying to take its blood for “testing purposes”,

Wait actually that last one isn’t vey good.

But luckily for him, Stan has been walking for days and honestly couldn’t be more willing to fight off magical creatures for his brother.

Sibling bonding time!

There its is that’s. That’s the idea. Is cool? Did good job??? I cooked???

A cute writing prompt

Someone breaks or sprains their leg/ankle and their significant other helps them.

You know what dynamic I LOVE? Having a serious teacher/boss who is very well mannered and a silly goofy teachers assistant/secretary and they just communicate in silly banter thar makes everyone think they're making fun of each other but they really are just best friends 🥰

I've been writing this story with an original world about a group of teens who had been given up by their parents to the government for unethical experiments, and they're basically trying to survive these sets of experiments. (They don't know where they are, what's going on, or who they are) I'm still thinking about it, but you guys think it would be something you'd read?

So many ideas and characters and prompts and one shots...my brain is flowing, but my actions are NOT matching 💔

Have you guys seen the spotify wrapped writing prompt ask game? I'm sort of attempting it and I think some of my writer mutuals would enjoy it!

Ok, so, about the Jayvik fic, I saw a quote from Bob Ross here on tumblr, where he was petting a little fawn and going: "This has to be one of the most gorgeous creatures God has ever made. I just want to take him home... and keep him as a pet. But that's not what he's meant to be. He's meant to be free."

And while this suggestion might be a bit unhinged (maybe? idk), I really love the idea of two people being conflicted about whether or not they should be together, because one (or both) of them feel like the other is "meant to be free", that "keeping the other" will make the other lose an important part of their self.

And just generally I think the quote has a lot of potential as a ship dynamic, even if it's more of a tragic love story.

This would be a bit more angst, sure, but also a comforting option.

I think this fandom thrives on angst. We should give it some comfort too, then, don't ya think?

I'll see what I can do! Thank you!

Alright i got a fic idea if you want!

Imagine viktor working late and sleeping in the lab and jayce joining him

(Not sure if you'd rather it be sfw or not but both could work with this start i think ^^)

That sounds incredibly cute! I think this could be a nice little thing to do. Especially since our boy is overworked.

I can just imagine Jayce taking a little care of him and staying there with him while perhaps being a bit anxious about having left him alone the whole day and all, and just feeling viktor shift on him, which pulls him back out of those thoughts and has him smile.

I do prefer sfw works as long as I am writing fanfiction. At least here, cause i do not know much about Viktor's.. seggsual activities, and i like to portray the characters in ways i know them well.

While certainly he's old enough, and we have seen Jayce be nsfw, the show not being against it, i just like to stay on the safe side with this one. ^^

I would love to see a fic that takes place after the end of the series where Jayce is an amputee after breaking his leg and it being so infected. And is also suffering from PTSD and nerve damage in his back from the chainsaw.

Either trying to hide it or downplay how it affects him because he thinks it’s not valid compared to Victor’s pain or something else angsty. But when it flares up badly he can’t move or hide it anymore and Viktor takes care of him.

I love both of them but I feel like there are very few disability centric fics where Jayce’s disabilities are focused on.

I love how you bring that up! Obviously, since he only did a makeshift brace on his leg after cracking the bone into place, we can imagine it did not heal well and stayed a while.

I can do a bit of research (writing down the injuries and stuff about the pains and disabilities of it) and add it into a kind of hurt/comfort, caretaker type of story!

So Viktor is alive and there with Jayce in the hospital, then, in this fic?

I can imagine some good things with this.

If I write this soon, or whenever i do, I will post about it! Thank you!!

Random Song Lyric Prompts!

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◇ If I leave my grin behind, remind me that we're all mad here, and it's okay. - Cheshire Kitten by S.J. Tucker

◇ Heavy is the crown that's always hidden - Cheshire Kitten by S.J. Tucker

◇ And I'll sing silence, and ask my glass of wine for guidance - Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil

◇ Let it set down roots where there was once a spine - Shame On Me by Catch Your Breath

◇ My stubbornness will put up a fight. But I don't deserve to win it. - Liar by The Arcadian Wild

◇ So what's it all supposed to do? The fire eats fire and the fire's in you. - Fire With Fire by AlicebanD

◇ I thought that fire with fire would burn the problem quicker.. But all this good advice, his hair just grows back thicker! - Fire With Fire by AlicebanD

◇ I long to imagine a change, but my heart is frozen by the winter rain. - Winter Rain by Sick Century

◇ Letting go of high hopes that just died - Safe and Sound by Point North ft. The Ghost Inside

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Whumpmas~ 🎄 🎁

It's getting cold everyone and I'm starting to feel festive! So how about we turn this thing around and I share some lovely and sadistic prompts? Have fun everyone! <3

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◇ Humming a nice little holiday song while walking through whumpee's house with a knife, searching where they hid again.. A big smile on their face. "You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why.. Santa Claus is coming to town."

◇ Whumpee kneeling on the plush red carpet.. It used to be white, just this morning.

◇ Whumpee choking on a pretty long candy cane

◇ Dressing a boy who isn't very into femme things in a very cute and slightly revealing elf outfit for women

◇ A Whumpee who usually loved Christmas always being tortured to the sound of their favourite Christmas music

◇ Whumper making a nice little show out of Whumpee picking his torture method. A bunch of things wrapped nicely, in boxes under a tree. They'll have to endure all, but they can choose and unwrap them, bound in a way that they can barely use their hands. Too tired to use this thing against whumper.

◇ Some sweet hypothermia, Whumpee slowly becoming a snowman as they're chained up against the back wall of the house, out in the blistering cold. Bonus points for White Christmas playing from inside the house. ;)

◇ A yandere Whumper having Whumpee bound and gagged next to them near the piano as they play All I Want For Christmas Is You, singing to them.

Let me know if you like these! I'd love to have some feedback and if you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to drop them in the ask box on top! I do sweet comfort, whump, and generally completely random things out of the blue. I do anything. Just not really fandom based things. 👋 Buhbye!

Anyone else just casually scrolling whump prompts and listening to Michael Bublé's Christmas album?

It ain't my holiday but damn do I feel like celebrating. And writing christmas whump..

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... might share some ideas with you all later.

Have a holly jolly (and totally hinged) christmas~ 🎄 😁

Small writing tip! #1

AI isn't always bad. Oh yes. I hate you if you decide to let it write your story, that is not useful at all. But! Here it comes..

Chatgpt, right? It won't write your emotional poem. It cannot put in the same emotional intensity concentrated into a few very meaningful words.

But it can help you if you tell it things about your book. If you tell things about your characters. When you don't find that specific prompt on tumblr, you can tell the bot and it can give some good ideas based on analysis.

In that way, it is not stealing anyone anything. It is not mediocre.

The way I do it, for example, is, that I tell it my character stuff, give it a visual, and it will psychoanalyse the character. With that, you can ask how to incorporate it into the plot points you already have, if you don't know where this character could fit in.

After I told the bot much about my book and we'd worked on it for a while, I just asked the bot if Bad Omens (the band) would fit well to the plot of my book, as in if the vibes match. It said definitely and listed a bunch of reasons why it fits after analysing and comparing both, plot and songs by the band. Then it gave me suggestions which lyrics fit best. Same worked when I asked it about the genre Metalcore and two more bands, which seemed to fit even better.

Mostly, the bot is a source of inspiration! It shouldn't do the job of writing the book for you. Still, you can see it like a good friend that is also a writer, and brainstorm for your book. The title ideas are basic. But it'll inspire you to look for ways to make the titles better. Find the faults and delete them.

P.S. i do not use any AI for my posts. This is just me! Thought I'd say it now lmao. Normal prompts don't work very well with AI. Just the inspo and psychoanalysis.

(Pirate) Ship Roles for the Crew!

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Captain: On non-government ships, the Captain is voted by the ship's crew. Can be replaced by majority votes. They're expected to be great in battle, navigation and seamanship. Need to be a leader personality.

Quarter Master: Sort-of vice Captain, takes on the role of Captain when he's unavailable. Also elected to represent the interests of the crew. In turn he received extra booty. He also maintains order, settles quarrels and distributes all goods. Keeps records and account books for the ship.

Sailing Master/Navigator: In charge of navigation and sailing of the ship.

Boatswain: Supervises the maintenance of the vessel and its supply stores. Inspects the condition of the ship each morning and reports to the captain. In charge of all deck activities.

Carpenter : Responsible for maintenance and repair. Often, due to the tools, he would jump in as an emergency surgeon, too.

Master Gunner: In charge of the ship's ammunition and weaponry.

Mate(s), First Mate: On a large ship, there's often more than one (That's why First Mates exist). Served as an apprentice to the ship's Carpenter, Gunner, Boatswain and Master. Hard worker.

A.B.S. (Able Bodied Sailor, Common Sailor): Helps out with anything and everything, really! Has knowledge of most necessary things, like some navigation, steering, ..

Rigger: Works the running rigging and the furling and unfurling of the sails. Constant risk of falling!

Cabin Boy(s): Young boys who work on the ship as servants. Usually runaways or kidnapped from another ship.

Powder Monkey: Young boys who run gunpowder from below decks up to the cannons during battle.

Swab/Swabbie: Mop the decks. Has also become a slang for people you do not hold highly.

Source and further reading:

https://thepirateking.com/historical/ship_roles.htm

I just decided to also serve as a prompt maker, as really, I might need ideas but, for others, I often prove to be helpful. SO, requests are open! I'll post now and then, notes and prompts and writing help, for myself and others. Join in if you'd like!

THIS IS FANFIC MOTOVATION GALOR

I accept thanks via fanfic links. Thank you

If rebloged and some one has a fanfic please put it under my post Thank you

What if Bruce went on the whole training thing but decided that he would not be Batman maybe because he adopted Dick or thought it would be a bad idea and then got all his kids. But they do not know that their dad has this kind of training and they become vigilanties on their own. He could know or he could not know. Maybe he finds out after and decided not to tell them he knows. Maybe he do or does not know and sometimes goes out as Batman on rare occasions and he is more of a myth then anything. Maybe he becomes the Mayor stopping the crimes and criminals while also using Wayne interprises to fund building projects and funding the prison so criminals STAY in prison.

Picture this Tim finds out Dick is Robin like originally and thinks that Bruce is Batman. But Tim confronts Dick and Dick tells him that Bruce is not Batman and that he is only a civilian and has no idea of what Dick is doing.

Damian coming on to the scene and the Batkids find out about Bruce's training from Talia telling them why/how Damian was made because that is their loving father who would not hurt a fly and is scared of bats. What do you mean he's a brilliant detective of course he's smart but he's not a detective and he certainly has not been trained?

Or maybe Damian is confused but after seeing how Bruce treats his adopted "siblings" maybe mother ment he has a strong heart and he desideds that he will protect his father with his life because he has too soft of a heart to be able to survive Gotham of all places..right?

Jason coming back to life but instead of hating Bruce he misses him because it's his dad. He could not do anything he is a civilian he was in Gotham sleeping when Jason died and did not know what happand till later.

He is their dad that while he is a bit emotionally constipated sure.But was always there for them he read them Bedtime Stories, he held them when they had nightmares,never pushing them to tell him what they were about, he was always there for their compatitions, games, gymnastic lessons,art shows,writing,school plays and the first to be at the photograghy award ceramonys, always apologizing if he missed any or even if he was a little late.

This is a really good video for other ideas:

THIS IS FANFIC MOTOVATION GALOR

I accept thanks via fanfic links. Thank you

If rebloged and some one has a fanfic please put it under my post Thank you

What if Bruce went on the whole training thing but decided that he would not be Batman maybe because he adopted Dick or thought it would be a bad idea and then got all his kids. But they do not know that their dad has this kind of training and they become vigilanties on their own. He could know or he could not know. Maybe he finds out after and decided not to tell them he knows. Maybe he do or does not know and sometimes goes out as Batman on rare occasions and he is more of a myth then anything. Maybe he becomes the Mayor stopping the crimes and criminals while also using Wayne interprises to fund building projects and funding the prison so criminals STAY in prison.

Picture this Tim finds out Dick is Robin like originally and thinks that Bruce is Batman. But Tim confronts Dick and Dick tells him that Bruce is not Batman and that he is only a civilian and has no idea of what Dick is doing.

Damian coming on to the scene and the Batkids find out about Bruce's training from Talia telling them why/how Damian was made because that is their loving father who would not hurt a fly and is scared of bats. What do you mean he's a brilliant detective of course he's smart but he's not a detective and he certainly has not been trained?

Or maybe Damian is confused but after seeing how Bruce treats his adopted "siblings" maybe mother ment he has a strong heart and he desideds that he will protect his father with his life because he has too soft of a heart to be able to survive Gotham of all places..right?

Jason coming back to life but instead of hating Bruce he misses him because it's his dad. He could not do anything he is a civilian he was in Gotham sleeping when Jason died and did not know what happand till later.

He is their dad that while he is a bit emotionally constipated sure.But was always there for them he read them Bedtime Stories, he held them when they had nightmares,never pushing them to tell him what they were about, he was always there for their compatitions, games, gymnastic lessons,art shows,writing,school plays and the first to be at the photograghy award ceramonys, always apologizing if he missed any or even if he was a little late.

This is a really good video for other ideas:

Dc/Batfam/Bruce Wayne Prompt

Bruce wayne having Dissociative Identity Disorder

or Split personality Disorder

Story Idea: To The Moon

The story takes place far in the future, humanity has been gathered up to live on the moon because of wars on its surface. These resulting wars lead to the animals mutating strangely and developing forms of sentience.

A young child finds themselves crash landing back to Earth and ends up befriending the new locals. He grows attached to their new friends to the point where they chooses to stay on earth rather than the moon. And there's a good, non-disclosured reason too: human family either sucks or would be in danger if they go back

And robots get sent down to retrieve the child but some were reprogrammed to kill them. The majority of the friendly bots were killed but one escaped and she meets with the Kid and their Pet-Friend telling them the situation.

So this unlikely trio is trying to survive both the untamed wild of future Earth and the complicated non-disclosured politics of the moon people.

So here be the main trio: A human child from the moon, An intelligent animal companion, and a friendly robo sentry that wants to protect the human still.

(Plot from a dream I was having. Feel free to take the idea. Not sure how to do justice for this plot.)

Outcast Heroine x her rival

The thought of inviting her, 

it didn’t even cross their mind, did it?

Heroine stared at the rest of her team, who never seemed to notice her existence. By the loud laughs and noticeable drop of seriousness, they were heading to the bar. Leaving her to be the only to work on their shared case. Again.

Who cares.

She will be the one who laughs at the end.

She might be the outcast here, but it only proved her worth. She works harder, she is more serious, she will solve this case. I will get to see the shock of her so-called teammates as she stares with cold, satisfied eyes.

She just needs to wait patiently until that happens.

Yet it somehow still hurts. And unwillingly, she caught herself stealing glances at the noisy group. Especially at one she thought would act differently. Her rival. 

He laughed with the others, seemingly forgetting her existence. He just never acted that way. He always argued with her, competed against her, sent her way his grin when he cracked a case and eye rolls when she beat him to it.

Called when she was sick, noted her insights, listened to her

But apparently there was a company he liked better.

Heroine’s tension calmed a bit when the noisy group finally left. She went over her suspect’s files again, looking for a loose thread. Loneliness was her curse, but mysteries her blessings.

The man she suspected was a history professor.

He is known to lock himself in his apartment and write books, rarely interacting with his colleagues and students.

The victim was a writer who’s newly published first book became the crowd’s favor immediately.

The two have barely known each other. 

But Heroine knew how deep jealousy could go. There were days she planned in her mind how she would hide the bodies of her teammates.

He had sent to someone else, the victim’s advisor- several ‘erroneous’ emails. They were clearly separated by words, but each was complete gibberish. 

Still, it seemed too weird, and she never saw an ‘error’ such as that.

She had earplugs, a workspace all of her own, and the calming feeling of unveiling another secrecy. 

Nothing could invade the mind, 

block any worries  and make someone forget about their existence like a good mystery.

She didn’t know how long she was in peace, until someone coughed from the other side of the room.

Rival stood there, with a lopsided smile, holding two cups of coffee.

“Something interesting?”

He walked to her desk and placed one cup beside her, having some awkwardness in his movements.

It was a cold coffee, with little milk and ice cubes.

He remembers-

“Oh, umm, thanks.”

Heroine cleared her throat.

“I have a hunch,”

She said, then questioned his motives.

“but it’s just a theory.”

He nodded slightly, getting the hint. But didn’t go yet.

“Well, you, want some quiet or-”

“Aren’t you going with the others?”

He blinked. Then shrugged, still having some awkwardness.

“I can’t let you be the only one who stays over. It makes me look bad.”

“Don’t blame your ugliness on me.”

“Ouch.”

He gave her a half-laugh, and sat in his place. There was silence for a little while. Heroine continued to go over emails, silently listening to Rival unpacking his equipment and playing with his pen.

“So, wanna share some ideas?”

He said it trying to sound unintrested, she noted.

Is this why you stayed?

“What’s it to you?”

“My job, actually.”

He expected a reaction for a moment.

Rival cleared his throat.

“I won’t take your credit.”

Heroine crooked an eyebrow.

“Promise. I wanna catch this bastard as much as you.”

Another’s comments may be helpful, and Rival, as cocky as he is, always kept his word.

“Come take a look.”

He came over, a little too quickly. Then leaned into her desk, right next to her chair. close

“The emails. There are several supposedly emails with errors, they make no sense and only contain one line or so, but there are too many of them.”

Heroine completely immersed herself in the mystery, trying to ignore the warmth she sensed from Rival.

“I tried to check some simple ciphering methods. The thing is, some words make sense when decoding them using straightforward letter-shuffling. But in each email there’s at least one word that never makes sense after deciphering.”

She passed him her papers, and he tilted down to examine it. For a moment, she could see his face from so close. Her gaze immediately turned to the printed emails.

“I highlighted these words. They are the only ones with special characters. If we decipher them, we might have proof that the suspect purposely wrote these emails to hide messages.”

“hmmm…”

His hand was quite close to hers, she realized, some part of her wanted to touch it. Learn exactly how warm he is.

Heroine took her coffee and drank almost all of it in one slip.

“He is not a mathematician, isn’t he? or a puzzler?”

“An historian.”

“It’d be tough to convince he made up a cipher.”

“True.”

“What did he research?”

“He had a fondness for royal families. He’d write about grand schemes and falls and such.”

“Did he write anything about Mary, queen of the scots?”

She tilted her head, trying to remember if she read about such character. 

“She’s been the queen of Scotland since she was six, but also wanted England. She got imprisoned and plotted to assassinate Elizabeth the first from a cell.”

“Well, you are knowledgeable, I’ll get you a paper star later,”

Rival rolled his eyes.

“but how does it help us?”

“She communicated her plot using a cipher.”

Heroine’s eyes widened.

“What kind?”

“Quite simple, but hard to decrypt- she used letter switching like you did, but she also made special symbols to refer to people.”

“So if we try to assign to each special character a possible name-”

“We’ll reveal the message.”

She was smiling. This mystery could be solved. Her hunch might be right. Oh, the looks on her teammates’ faces will be wonderful

“This is so much better than a drinking night.”

Rival chuckled, probably amused by my rapture as always.

Only now she noticed that he was smiling brightly, too. But it looked different. It looked softer.

She cleared her throat.

“We should get into it. I made a chart of how the letters shuffle, here, take, just think of things he’d want to hide and see if the texts make sense.”

She leaned over her desk, making a list of possibilities that jumped into her mind.

“Mind if I’ll work here?”

“Sure”

It only took an hour.

Heroine eagerly showed Rival her findings. A possible interpretation of the messages, in which the victim’s name and the place of the murder had code words.

Her hand rushed to her cup, only to see that it was empty long ago.

So this was it. She looked at Rival, and and he seemed a bit saddened, too.

“You can take some credit, you know.”

He waved his hand dismissively, packing his things.

“Nah. You’d figure it out anyway.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Heroine started packing as well, already realizing she’ll immediately miss… whatever this is that they have now.

“Still, we… we did this together.”

Rival froze for a moment, staring at her with something akin to… awe.

“It’s yours,”

He smiled, incitement returning to his features.

“the fun is enough for me.”

They started walking together towards the door.

“More fun than drinking night?”

“Much more.”

Fortunately, their cars were in the same direction. There was still one more mystery.

“Why did you stay?” “Hm? I told you-”

“Seriously. You never stay overnight. You could actually be drunk right now, with, you know…”

The more amusing parts of our team

There was silence for a few moments, growing more noticeable every second. Rival was rarely out of words.

“It’s kinda nice when it’s just us”

Heroine stopped mid-walking and stared at him. It was her turn to be speechless. Is this…? Is he really…? 

“It is”

She agreed, eventually. Both of them stood on the road, blushing.

“We can… um… be tog- ”

She took a big breath.

“We can hang out the office. If you want.”

A small smile came back to Rival’s face.

“Yes. Sure. Great.”

MUCH better than drinking night

I was grateful for the warmth of my horse's neck. I held on to her as she galloped through the city, skillfully going around people who ran everywhere. Searching for shelter in the night, but Only worsening the chaos.

Another lighting struck a building me, causing another yell of screams.

"EVERYONE HOME NOW!"

I shouted, praying that my voice is heard to all through the thunderstorm.

"DIRECT ORDER FROM THE KING!"

"HOME NOW!"

My horse, steadfast as she was, ran through every street. Inspired by her persistence, I kept yelling to the crowd. Ignoring the thunders, the pouring rain and my rattling sword.

We kept going until the crowds dissapeared. I whispered to my horse to slow down, caressing her neck. I allowed myself to lead her to a small market stall, where we could rest from the rain.

Maybe, just maybe, we finished our part. Maybe our night now ends.

"HELP!"

Of course.

I jumped down and ran towards the voice.

"My sister!

She is stuck under the fallen tree!"

I turned and searched for a tree in my eyes, but there is no... NO

The sound of an unleashed sword stood out against the rain.

I sprut towards my horse, but my sheeth was already empty.

Of course. Someone will try to use this disaster.

This will be a long night.

I saw the blade's shine from above me, and recognized a person climbing the nearby stone building.

She balanced herself on a window, then swiftly brought herself to the next.

"Halt!"

Whether she heard me or not, she made no sign to care. So be it.

I got on my horse and stood up on her saddle. My legs shook, but I managed to hold on to grab at the side of the closet window. I tried to move legs up to it, thankful for the empty street. There was no crowd who saw me wobbling in my armor. I looked up to the stranger, she watched me from afar. I couldn't see her face well, but her head was tilted to the side in an amused way.

I let go of the window's side and started taking off my armor, leaving only a dirty shirt to fend me from the cold. Slowly but surely, I climbed up.

I was cold, clumsy and sluggish, but had a small smirk as I managed to make my progress. This troublemaker picked the wrong knight.

The roof was just above me.

I raised my hand to climb there, and a lighting struck above it. It was the closet one I saw. I would want to believe that it's power made me tremble, but nothing but my own terror caused me to lose my grip.

I fell and- No.

A hand caught my arm, and I grabbed the roof tightly. I felt myself being pulled up signed in relief as rested on concrete matter.

The woman crouched down next to me. Her hood's shadow covered her eyes, but I could see her cocky grin clearly.

"You screamed a little, sir craven."

This could go unmentioned.

I inhaled and looked right into her.

"Thank you,"

The cold was taking it's tall at my exposed skin as I tried to keep my voice confident.

"But I cannot let you steal a weapon of the king's knights.

Tell me where the sword is and we both can go home safely."

Just let us go home.

"I have no evil motive,"

She said assuredly.

"It is right there."

She turned around and I could see my sword.

It was a few meters behind her, emedded in the center of the roof.

"And it needs to stay here. This is the only way to keep the lightings at bay."

She did not sound like she was lying.

And if she had any intent to harm me, she would have already done so.

But danger wears many faces.

I started getting up.

"I am sorry, it is my role t-"

A radiant white light crossed from the sky to the roof.

By incstinct, I tackled onto the hooded woman and placed myself between her and the light. I stayed above her, careful not to let us touch and make us both defensless.

Shaking, I waited for a strike.

"We are safe, craven."

Her voice was so sweet, I could barely tell it was the same person.

"Look."

I slowly opened my eyes.

Her hood fell, and revealed a freckled face and a beaming, knowing smile. Her sparkling, green eyes gestured to the sword.

I unwillingly turned back to it.

It was magic.

The very next lighting struck it as well.

"How?"

Her smile grew brighter.

"A witch never tells."

The white lights only highlighted her eyes. She was far more mirthful than I ever thought a witch would be. Far bolder and kinder, too.

I realized that I was smiling as well.

"Also, you have an awful method to protect someone from a lighting."

She said, deciding I was too happy.

"But, thank you, you are..."

Her smile turned softer.

"Yes?"

I urged her to continue. It was my turn to smirk.

"You are not as much as a craven as you seem."

I tilted my head, still smirking.

"Try not to drool too much, my lady."

She merely rolled her eyes and I laughed. Feeling safe for the first time since the night came.

My smile died down when she started getting up.

"Thank you for your chivalry,"

The witch said, pushing dirt of her cloth.

"and the amusement, of course."

I moved aside to let her stand, yet my eyes were unable to let go of her. I did not even know her name.

"But it seems like your duty is done and mi-"

"Wait, just..."

She did.

The cold barely mattered anymore. I searched for a reason, an excuse, for her not to leave. The way her eyes stared into me made it seem like she was looking for an excuse, too.

"Tell me what is needed to protect the city,"

I said then. Praying that the glint in her eyes was not just my imagination.

"I can get more weapons, and people who will embed them wherever is required."

The witch merely stared at me. Looking for any sign of dishonesty. Then her childish grin came right back.

"If you manage to climb down without fainting, I might just cooperate, sir craven."

Her taunt only made me smile.

"Your challenge is accepted, my lady."

I gestures to the roof's end, bowing a bit. She bowed dramatically, holding her hood with both hands as a dress. Her movements were swift and gallant as she jumped to the window, and soon I started following her.

There was a long night ahead of us.I did not mind that at all.

"You'll be left alone here."

Hero didn't even look back. Seemingly not hearing him as she looked for arrows on the ground.

Villain stood at the other side of the room, gripping the rusty dorknob.

"This is hopeless."

She made no indication that she heard him. Only threw a chair that stood between her and a single, glinting arrow.

She then moved next to the arrowslit, trying her bow with it. Not sparing him a glance.

"Do you have death wish? Hero, they have spears and axes and torches- This whole town will turn to ashes."

She kept watching the window. Her posture tense and her breaths shallow.

"Her-"

"Then go,"

Her voice came out as a whisper.

"I am not stopping you."

To that, he found himself to be at loss for words. Because somehow, she did. His nerves urged him to run away, but he could only stand there watching her.

He knew that running away is what he needs to do now.He knew that these bastards marching here will take no prisoners. He knew Hero will not move from where she stands, prepairing to delay the mob for as long as she breaths. Ready to give her life for a chance that the townspeople will manage to get away.

Curse her tenacious soul.

She slightly tilted her face towards him. But in moment they locked eyes she seemed almost... surprised. As if she didn't expect him to still be there.

"You do not have to stay."

She said softly, fully looking at him now. She was battle-ready, but her rich walnut eyes shone with something softer. Will this be the last time he sees them?

"No."

She frowned, studying him carefully.

"Hero, please, this is crazy. How many do you think you'll take? And for WHAT?"

He gestured outside, where panicked families ran away as fast as they could.

"For som- some FOOLS who brought hell upon themeselve?"

"What did they ever do for you? What could possibly ever make you face an army for them!? Th-"

"But you are still here, too."

Hero's voice turned almost hopeful.

Villain looked aside. He should not be here. Maybe he was the crazy one.

"Some things in life are worth protecting. Even from an army."

He didn't even look at her, but could tell that she said it with a smile.

"I know you had it rough, we both had, but can you not imagine this?"

He dared looking back at her. Her eyes stayed steady on him.

"Having something you will fight for until your last breath?"

The way she said it was filled with purpose and hope and... and maybe even...

Before he thought of it, he took out his sword and stepped closer to her. She turned to face him, a relived smile on her features. Her shoulders relaxed when he gently touched her cheek.

A first wave of rushing warriors could be seen from the arrowslit.

"I can, actually."