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Writing Prompt Wednesday 5
A toddler keeps saying eerie and frightening things to their parents, until eventually they disappear overnight without a trace.
Writing Prompt Wednesday 4
Once a human sighs, it’s acts as a reset button. Someone bears the burden of remembering everything that happened before someone sighs, though no one else ever believed them.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #1
It was a rather windy afternoon, and as a father drove onto a bridge, he noticed a young teenager about to jump.
I have an idea everyone praise me
I'm gonna start something called Writing Prompt Wednesday, yay me, I feel accomplished af.
A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
words worth knowing:
Jaleo : (n.) A lively dance of Andalusian origin, or the music or handclapping which accompanies it.
Zambra : (n.) A kind of flamenco dance.
Elysian : (adj.) Relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
Macerate : (v.) (especially with reference to food) soften or become softened by soaking in a liquid.
Airhead : (n.) an area in enemy territory or in threatened friendly territory, seized by airborne troops for bringing in supplies and additional troops by airdrop or landing.
Ergometer : (n.) a device designed to measure muscle power.
Minacious : (adj.) Menacing; threatening.
Cabasset : (n.) a morion of small size.
Zealous : (adj.) someone who spends a lot of time or energy in supporting something that they believe in very strongly, especially a political or religious ideal.
Saudade : (n.) (in Portuguese folk culture) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent.
Gallus : (adj.) (Scottish) (Also gallous) bold; daring; reckless.
Vomitorium - 1: (n.) Each of a series of entrance or exit passages in an ancient Roman amphitheatre or theatre./ 2: A place in which, according to popular misconception, the ancient Romans are supposed to have vomited during feasts to make room for more food.
I take in a deep intake of breath, pressing my palms flat against each other. “Okay,” I say. Point towards a youthful face that stared back at me with wide eyes. “You’re me.” My finger flicks toward the other face that stared at me. “And you’re me, too.” My fingers interlock with one another, press firmly against my forehead. “And you’re all here, in my room...why?” Future-Me and Younger-Me exchange a quick glance. Or rather, Future-Me glances towards Younger-Me, as Younger-Me is having way too much fun with my phone. “Universe likes to mess around,” Future-Me finally manages to say. I groan and lean against the headboard of my bed. “Right,” I mumble. Rub my eyes. “That makes sense.” My gaze gets drawn back towards Younger-Me. That childlike innocence. That optimistic hope. They had the whole world wrapped around their little finger - and they had no idea. No idea. Clueless, to what was coming. My eyebrows furrow. I lean forward, my mouth open and- Future-Me stops me by holding a palm out to my face. They meet my gaze, shaking their head. “Don’t,” they say. “You can’t do it.” I straighten to give Future-Me an incredulous look. “They don’t know what’s going to happen,” I say. “Neither did you,” Future-Me reminds. “That’s why they happened.” “I can stop it.” My fingers clench. “I can warn them-” “In the unlikely event that they even understand you,” Future-Me interrupts. “Changing the future can be devastating.” My teeth ground against each other and I glance away. Future-Me was right, and I knew it. As much as I hated knowing, as much as every fibre of my being wants to shake Younger-Me and tell them all the signs to look out for- I can’t. A hand rests on my shoulder. I glance back up, meeting Future-Me’s sympathetic gaze. “You’re angry,” they say. “Wound’s still fresh, huh?” I wince, then sigh. “Somewhat,” I mutter. The hand on my shoulder tightens slightly. “They have to go through what we went through,” they remind me. “They have to learn what we learnt - which means that they will have to meet Her.” Another hand rests on my other shoulder. Turns me around so I fully face my ten-years-in-the-future self. “They’ll get hurt,” Future-Me murmurs. Gives Younger-Me a sorrowful glance. They sigh, then glance back up at me with a hopeful smile. “But they’ll survive. Just like we did.” I stare into my own eyes for a while, then sigh and nod acceptance. “I know,” I murmur. Give Younger-Me my own glance. “I just can’t- can’t help but worry.” Future-Me chuckles. “Oh yeah, you never really stop.” “Is that a general thing or are you being specific to me?” “I can’t tell you,” Future-Me wags a finger, “just like you can’t tell Younger-Us.” I huff, annoyed. Then sit still, my eyes widening. A hopeful glance back towards Future-Me. “Does this mean the future’s good enough not to risk?” I ask. Future-Me meets my gaze and smiles; amused. “Maybe.” A lonesome chuckle spills past me. “That’s probably the best thing I’m getting,” I mutter. Future-Me wraps an arm around my shoulder and draws me into a half-hug. “I knew you’d come around,” they tease softly. Our attentions are both drawn back as Younger-Me releases a short giggle of laughter. The smiles on all our faces mirror one another. “What’re you doing?” “Playing!” “Are ya winning?” “Yeah!”
prompt 1394
Write a story that has three characters: yourself ten years ago, yourself now, and yourself ten years from now.
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?
Its cute that the human race thinks theyll survive beyond the 21 century.
Fictober Day 4
Prompt:
"Do you resent me?"
"I resent these circumstances. But I don't blame you for them."
*changed resent to hate
Stucky, angst, hurt/comfort
Steve and Bucky had been together a long while, from friends in the 40s to lovers in the 2000s. Steve was used to waking up to Bucky's nightmares. He was used to calming him down and keeping him sane.
But tonight was something new, something strange. He's woken up to a metal hand around his throat, Russian spilling from Bucky's lips.
“Bucky!” Steve exclaims, trying to pry his hand away, unsuccessful. “Baby, look at me. Wake up.”
Bucky stares down at him, blue eyes piercing his, Steve's words awakening familiarity within him, overriding the fear and instinct.
But when he fully wakes up, he stumbles to his feet and gets himself as far away from Steve as possible, soft sobs escaping him when he realizes what had happened.
Steve rushes to his side, only to be met with a flinch and a gentle hand pushing him away.
“Its okay, Buck. Look at me, I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.” He reassures him, sitting a foot away from Bucky, hand outstretched, patiently waiting for Bucky to take it. “Its not your fault.”
Bucky shakes his head, pulling his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. “I coulda hurt you, Steve.” He sniffs, tears pouring. “I love you. Don't wanna hurt you.”
Steve slowly moves closer, hand on Bucky's shoulder. “But you didn't, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.”
Bucky sobs out and leans into him, face pressed into his shoulder. “Don't you hate me?”
“Baby, no. I hate these circumstances. I hate what you've had to go through, what you still have to go through. But I don't blame you for them, okay? So don't blame yourself.”
Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, cradling him to his chest, fingers gently running through his hair as Bucky slowly calms down.
Once his sobs turn into occasional hiccups, Steve speaks. “Buck? Wanna talk about it?”
Bucky shakes his head, burrowing his face deeper into his chest.
Steve sighs and nods. “How about I get you a cup of tea and we can go from there?” Bucky nods in response and Steve gently maneuvers him off his lap, helping him up off the ground.
“Go lay down. I'll be back in a moment, okay?” Steve says, helping Bucky to the bed. Once he nods, Steve presses a gentle kiss to his forehead before padding off to the kitchen. When he returns, its with a mug of tea in his hand, only to see that Bucky had fallen back asleep.
He smiles and sits down on the bed next to Bucky, sipping on the tea he'd originally made for him. “Sweet dreams, Buck.” He whispers, one hand playing with Bucky's hair. He watches over him for the remainder of the night, keeping an eye on his movements and sounds.
Credits for the prompt:
turians purr guys I heard it myself trust
"You'll have to prove it," he countered finally.
"Oh, I intend to." Norina's voice dropped an octave, taking on a tone he was quick to recognize as teasing. "Though, I wasn't aware the great Castis Vakarian was a man who needed convincing."
His mandibles twitched, betraying a flicker of amusement. "Don't let the name fool you. I'm not so easily impressed."
"Good." She stepped closer. For the briefest of moments, she could hear his breathing still. "I like myself a challenge."
In which Castis is absolutely whipped by his future wife.
Garrus just so happens to be the youngest Vakarian in the family—which pegs me to believe that the "all-round turian bad boy" was also a massive mama's boy.
(I believe in silly sex with Hancock)
"Next time," you murmured, out of breath with your head against his chest, "we're skippin' the circus act."
"Speak for yourself." Hancock shifted beneath your weight into a more comfortable position. "I thought it added character."
Like c'mon now. Shirt gets stuck over your head? Can't untie that stupid sash around his hips? Headbutting on accident? Kicking that fucker while trying to wiggle your pants off?
And don't even get me started on his laugh.
The man would be just as much amused as he was in love with this other side of you. Nobody was perfect—he sure as hell wasn’t—so why should the sex have to be?
"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."
"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."
If you still were looking at different prompts for your writing challenge, here's one:
A scene from a reverse au in a modern setting. A zaunite Caitlyn and a piltovan Vi's first meeting (whether they swapped in a way that makes Vi a Kiramman + Cait Vander's kid or if The kirammans are zaunite and Vi and Co are piltovan is up to you). Possibly in a bar where Caitlyn is the bartender
Forgive me if the prompt is not written in a way that makes the most sense, I was struggling with how to word it as I haven't really written a prompt before.
I shall take it into consideration! Still not 100% sure if I'll even write a one-shot, but I am open to it. Thanks for the prompt!!
CaitVi Writing Prompt
Okay, so I've never done this before, and I'm not promising anything, but here goes. I will take a CaitVi writing prompt for a one-shot fic to do as a palate cleanser once "Low Lays the Devil in Me" is done. I've always wanted to try a writing prompt and now is as good a time as any (if anyone manages to inspire me with a prompt, that is). Please leave them either in the replies of this post or as an anonymous ask if you'd like.
Rules:
Must be a non-canonical setting, preferably modern day, as I have spent a lot, a lot of time in Piltover/Zaun/Runeterra and will do so again in the Pirate AU that's next and in "Tethered."
Not completely ruling out smut, but it can't be the sole focus. I'm a character-driven writer first and foremost, and want to keep it that way, please.
Please keep the prompt to three sentences, max 350 words.
Must be one-shot worthy, and I'll probably not make it more than 15,000 words, so nothing that would require a complex, multichapter storyline.
I am doing this as a writing exercise, not an obligation to the people who suggest any prompts. Fanfic writing is for fun, and I want a little short break between "Devil" and the Pirate AU, which is my next long-form fic.
I will NOT do any requests for anti-ship/anti-character fics.
Thanks everyone! We'll see how this goes and if anything grabs me. Please don't be hurt if I don't choose yours. This is just a little exercise for me, and you never know, maybe I'd do one later if you suggest one now.
I need to write like a whole book about this NOW but like... I've never written anything longer than 10 pages, AHHHHHH
An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.
remember that scene where Benthomaar tells nya how nyad merged with the sea to stop wojira the first time? well, Kai overheard it. and he's not gonna let his baby sister sacrifice herself. so what does he do? he sacrifices himself instead. duh.
Finding the scroll used to depict nyad merging with the sea, he deduces that it must be possible for other elemental masters to merge with their element, too. When ninjago fully floods, and Jay is passed out from drowning, he merges with the sun to dry up the flooded city and defeat wojira. Cue angst, because he's one with the sun now. and where is the sun if not in the sky?
Is that a light? Oh, I can barely see anymore, but it seems to me that the darkness has actually receded. Perhaps something shifted, and it’s day, out there. Perhaps it’s sunlight. That would be nice.
The bugs don’t bother me anymore, which is good news, I suppose. Bad news for my nerves, as even though I can’t feel the bugs anymore, I can’t feel anything else either. But I suppose that’s fine. I’m more comfortable now.
It was worse the first day. The pain from the fall, the broken limbs, the raw throat from screaming. It was unbearable down here, in the dark, and the heat, with the fear. That’s another thing. The fear, the constant, aching fear of the dark and the bugs, and the overarching fear of not being found in time...it’s gone. And I can almost be happy here, in my last moments, I suppose. Once the pain stopped, and the fear, I looked around, for once. The rock is gorgeous, down here, so textured and streaked through with lovely greys and blacks and the occasional reddish brown, if you squinted through the shadow enough. The birds singing overhead were nice while I could hear them, a constant melody from early morning to late evening, sunrise to sunset concerts that I’m glad I was here to appreciate. I can see why the ancient ancestors of humanity wrote endless volumes of poetry dedicated to the beauty of the natural world. It’s very hard for us to slow down long enough to appreciate it. I suppose I’ve slowed to a stop, now. Or...I will, soon enough.
You will, too, soon. I know all of this sounds impossible to you now. Or would, if you could hear me over that silly screaming. Even with my own hearing fading, you’re still awfully loud, friend. I do wish you’d stop and listen. I don’t suppose I thanked you for coming to look for me, yet, did I? Thank you. I would’ve thought that four days after they’d just be looking for a body, wouldn’t they? Glad you wanted to find me alive. Sorry you did. I think they’ll find you, though. If something’s shifted, and that light is sunlight, someone will see you, won’t they? That’s nice.
Oh...it’s flickering. That’s a bit strange for sunlight to do. Flicker, on and off...on and off...and now it’s just...off? Reminds me of a flashlight, flickering like that...flicker, flicker, flicker...and when it flickers off, doesn’t it seem darker? Hahaha...wouldn’t that be just funny? If...if instead of shifting to get more light, something shifted and now we’re even more hidden. Wouldn’t that be just hilarious? Hahaha. That’d mean you won’t ever be found, wouldn’t it? Hahaha. Funny...very, very funny...
((Prompt from the writing.prompts instagram.))
Fic that appears to be an AU where the characters have a little low stakes meet cute and are having a sweet little romance, only for it to be revealed that no, this is in-universe and they both have amnesia and all the other characters are trying to find them and are losing their fucking shit
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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Ok so idea, OoT Link was TP Link's mentor, and many head cannon that TP Link was BotW Links mentor, so I propose that SS Link was OoT Link's mentor. This isn't that new of an idea, however in OoT the Master Sword placed Link's body in a stasis for several years as he was deemed too young to wield the sword and face Ganondorf, most people write it as he didn't mentally age despite physically aging in the Sacred Realm. I propose that the Master Sword (Aka Fi) sent him back in time to Skyward Sword Link so he could be mentored, age, mature, and improve his skills. SS Link has experience with time travel shenanigans, a Zelda that keeps all the cards against her chest until the last minute, magical instruments, and discovering the world is far bigger than you could ever imagine. OoT Link would get some parental figures older than an eternally 11 year old, some real sword lessons, and learn how to handle the mess life throws at you when you are the chosen one. SS Link would get knowledge that Demise's curse was a real thing and would be able to along side his Zelda start preparing the tools, magical items, and preparations the other heroes to come would receive. (Ex: sages medallions, Ocarina of Time, the tons of magical items created for the hero, ect.) I just think this would be a really neat idea and brings so much potential, it would make the whole "you've been in a coma for 7 years, go out while you are mentally still the same age of a kid with limbs too large" thing way less stupid, and the Zelda forcibly time traveling Link back before this whole thing happened 10x more angsty, you would get SS Link and Zelda's guilt at cursing their descendants to an endless cycle of strife, OoT Link's skills with his weapons being unaffected and figuring out how to deal with constant time travel would make so much sense. Just, the possibilities.