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Chacter A is a fae or something along those lines, chacter b thinks that they're human but thats only half true.
(Extra points for Possive nature from both partys) []
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?
They’re trying to convince everyone that the temperature will be doubling, of course. Nobody believes them, though.
The president is being an idiot about it, and the Canadian prime minister is promising he’ll do something even though they’re in debt.
The Europeans are, of course, busy with the war being so close, and nobody really wants to believe that in 162 years, the world would be that hot. And even if they did, we’d be long gone by then.
Mission failure. They did, however, start an eco-saving company that slowed down the temp a little.
Idea I just had for a TV show or book or something...
A small group of assassins that don’t take jobs from other people, don’t get paid, they’re just regular working class people with day jobs BUT their hit list is solely made up of the 100-some people responsible for destroying our environment, like big oil hoarders and billionaires. I just think that would be neat, if those people were gone...
shit i heard in the halls at high school
(pt 4)
"enchanted with hepatitis"
"and he shattered the window bc he stabbed it with a pencil"
"yeah well i have high hopes that im perfectly fine"
"she literally screenshot-ed my own story and then cut ME out of it"
"imagine what it's like. to be trump"
"do I LOOK like a finger doctor, nerd?"
"I really don't like church" "you're white, of course you like church"
"is that ur ankles or ur toes"
"ur a golfing unicorn"
"i wonder what they're thinking of, other than.... pedophilia"
shit i heard in the halls at school
(pt 2)
"he wants to marry her?" "ya he's got a brain injury"
"I'm doing it. I don't care if I havE TO JUMP DOWN THERE AND DO IT MYSELF MYSelf. I'm doing it"
*as Cinderella walks down the stairs* "dang she THICC"
"I know it's infected! How do you know it's infected"
*male voice* "Kaden I think we have a good grudge running and to make it up we should have intercourse"
*loud male voice* "Taylor, showin' off those guns baby, yeah!"
*holding a candle and smelling it* "why does it smell like boy??,,, But WHY does it smell like BOY??"
"This is Salem, not the hood"
*obnoxiously bright voice* "are we gonna be POSITIVE today?"
"Has anyone ever told you to shut up? ...no? Well I am now"
Hero: Stop! Think about what you're doing! Think about all the harm you'd do if you blew up all those government buildings!
Villain: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.
Hero, a citizen who definitely suffers under the governments bullshit: Well, um, it's not nice?
Villain: ... do you want me to beat you up a little so you aren't obligated to stop me?
Hero: Yes.
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You blew me off
But I’m not the one
acting like a dick
"Some people start dying before they learn to start living."
What if Draco Malfoy cast obliviate on his friends because they were willing to help Draco but he didn't want to put them at risk so he made them forget him? Or maybe he just pushed them all away.
Honestly, I imagine his friend group to be pretty big. Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Millicent Bulstrode. Maybe even add Lorenzo Berkshire and Mattheo. But, personally, I feel like Blaise and Draco started off with not liking each other before they became frenemies out of obligation and started to warm up to each other.
What if your character was an avid reader who's slowly going blind? So a character (a lover, a friend, family) who's insecure about their voice or reading out-loud ability takes it upon themselves to read to blind!character so they can still live in the stories like they used to?
hi tumblr so ive been thinking:
imagine having a secret admirer and they write love letters to you on a daily or maybe just 3 times a week or smth
and like one day they decide to confess to you by taking the stuff that they wrote in the letters and turning it into a song to play for you JEHRKSFBDB
This is genius??? Makes me wanna write about it
A concept in my head that been rolling around a lot:
Hanahaki, but instead of it being triggered by unrequited love, it's triggered because all the love you have for a person turns inwards because you're too afraid to show it.
So it kills you, not because someone doesn't love you back, but because you don't let it out and all that love you have stored, that could grow into something beautiful, turns on you and turns your insides beautiful.
Love is growth, and without any place for it to grow outside, it grows in. If you confess, reciprocated or not, the disease goes away because it's no longer trapped. It gives self-destruction a new meaning.
litdialogue promptwriting inspirationwriting ideascreative writingstory promptwriting promptschoolstudycollegeuniversitystudentemma100dopstudy motivationbujo100 days of productivitystudyspostudyblrfitnessYou must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
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litdialogue promptwriting inspirationwriting ideascreative writingstory promptwriting promptschoolstudycollegeuniversitystudentemma100dopstudy motivationbujo100 days of productivitystudyspostudyblrfitnessStop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you.
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A woman in an apartment visible from your window has been flirting with you for the past few months. Finally tonight she holds up a sign indicating her apartment number. Too bad this is a horror story and not a romance.
Source: unknown
Character Questions #013: What If #001
What would your character do if:
They saw someone being chased by a group of people?
They woke up in a strange bedroom with no recollection of getting there?
They heard a gunshot?
Someone walked in on them getting changed?
They met someone who claimed to be from the future?
They found an abandoned baby animal?
They were asked to look after someone else’s child for a day?
They had to buy a gift for a close friend?
They were sold a faulty product?
They found out they’ve been robbed?
They met their double?
Someone asked them to play Spin the Bottle?
Their significant other suddenly left them?
They accidentally hurt someone?
They missed their stop (on a bus/train/etc.)?
Imagine if spells could be cast to inflict you with any symptom, not just those of physical illnesses
Like, screw 'coughing fit' or 'fainting spell,' give me
Hocus pocus, leaping locust,
I cast curse of hyperfocus!
Or
Tic tac, bric-a-brac,
I hex thee: Panic attack!
Whump Prompt for y’all
So, y’all know about wood burning kits right?
These little tool things that are literally red hot at the ends that people use to burn cool patterns into wood?
Been seeing a lot of ads for them recently, which is sad because I know I will never have the time or the money to try it.
But then I had a thought… an awful terrible whumpy idea I thought I might share with you.
Y’all know the whole brutal serial killer shebang, ‘making art’ on our poor hapless Whumpee, y’all have heard about branding, but have you considered ‘torture through drawing pretty patterns or words with iron wood burning tools’?
Idk may write this at some point, but boy would I pay good money for some quality whump and hurt/comfort featuring this concept and the horrible but calculated scars that could result.
A fic in which the 'it was all a dream' is the beginning of the story
I’m so tired of this. Logan rubbed his eyes, sighing. No matter how much research he did, he wasn't listened to.
He got up, leaving his ‘room,’ heading down the mind palace’s staircase to get himself water.
“Logan, watch out!” he heard a distant voice yell, and before he knew it, he’d tripped, tumbling down the steps before his world went dark.
–
“Mm?”
“Oh my god, Logan, are you alright?” he heard Virgil's voice ask him anxiously.
His body… hurt. He blinked, trying to remember what had happened. “Why am I experiencing pain?”
“You got hit by a car. I— I tried to warn you, but it was too late. Luckily you didn't break anything.”
He rubbed his eyes, sitting up. He was in a hospital room. He looked over at Virgil, blinking. “You look different.”
- Finds out my nemesis has a peanut allergy
- Puts peanut oil in my water bottle
- Goes to meet nemesis
- Confesses love
- Drinks peanut oil
- Kisses them
- I've think I've won
- Plot twist
- They planned this
- They aren't allergic to peanuts
- And now we're dating
- Oh shit
Someone give me a sentence and I'll make it into a short story
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
WRITING TIP!!!
if you're struggling to connect paragraphs, or if something doesn't feel right, or there is something that is bothering you about the way the story doesn't seem to be aligning - READ IT OUT LOUD!!!
read the entire paragraph. over and over. hell, read the whole draft, from the first page to the page you're stuck at. until you figure out what you want to happen in the paragraph, how you want it to happen, and how to word it. honest to god, it has been such a helpful little thing for me.
it also is extremely useful if the narrator has an accent or an eccentric way of speaking.
"your writing is so beautiful" "you're so talented" "your stories are amazing" "i love your poems, theyre so lovely and so well-written" okay but tell me what can i do to make it better. pick apart everything i have written and tell me which parts you don't like. ask me why this line is so weak compared to the paragraph above. say that you don't know what this means and that i should be more coherent. tell me that i should change this word, add this one because it sounds better, use a different phrase, cut out that line, change the structure, delete that paragraph. judge my writing with open eyes. please.
tell me ill be ok. that all this anger i hold in my heart will one day melt off. that it won't burn my bones or damage my liver or rupture my intestines.
and promise me love. that love will one day strengthen my heart. that it will cool off the burns and glue my liver together and fix my intestines.
*in a soft, broken whisper* but why not me?? why not me?? why couldnt it have been me instead? am i lacking something? was i not enough for you??? what did i do wrong?
Random book idea:
Everyone addresses each other by their zodiac sign. Like: Aries - Daniel or Capricorn - Tiana
Writing Prompt Wednesday #6
All I could see was the outline of my mother's shadowed hunch backed figure, slowly turning towards me.