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I want to try this with time travel

You, an immortal, have spent your entire life being a professor. Today, a new student signed up to your class, who happened to be a familiar face. Turns out, they already took one of your classes; 200 years ago.

Okay this sounds like fun I'm going to try this sometime. I add this excellent example below

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gaymedievaldruid

The world seemed dark, even as he was so close to the answer. Rain pelted his coat, and he reflected on its aptness, feeling it even through his wide collar. His enemy was before him, and it had what he wanted.

Some were callous- they claimed that all he wanted was the reward- the praise, the infamy. Not so. He enjoyed the chase just as much.

The creature before him was something of an anomaly. He'd known it's like before- only briefly, however. This one it felt like he'd known forever. It taunted him, goaded him, held his prize above his head- let him have it so many times before, before snatching it away. Well, he wouldn't let that happen again. This time, when it made a mistake, when it let his prize slip from its grasp, he would be ready.

And he would not let go.

Describe a dog going to fetch a stick, but in the style of a noir crime thriller.

Height difference - Dialogue

"Can you stop putting everything on the top shelves?!"

"It's not my fault you're vertically challenged." "What did you just say?"

"You do realise I'm in the best position to punch you in the guts, right?"

"You're like a kitten, small and cute." "Say that again and I'll kill you."

"You're the only one who can fit in there."

"Hey, skyscraper, you're blocking my sun."

"I'll kick your shins if you don't immediately lean down."

"I'm not sleeping in your bed, it hurts when my legs dangle over the edge, you know?"

"Why don't you like my hugs?" "Because you always almost suffocate me! Stop squishing me like a plushie and then we can talk."

List of “falling for someone you thought you’d never fall for, but here you are (you absolute fool)” prompts

“Oh, God, what?”

“I don’t even know what to say to this information.”

“…I mean, I can’t say I’m upset about this unexpected development.”

“They’re the one I want? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, hell no.”

“For fuck’s sake—”

“This is not what I had in mind. Like. At all.”

“…I was flirting for fun.” 

“So I’m just gonna sit here and contemplate the decisions I’ve made in life which have lead me to this point.”

“I think I just played myself.”

“This can not be happening right now.”

“I didn’t even want them like that—” “Well, now you do, so you’re gonna have to take responsibility for that.”

“My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”

“I mean, feelings come and go. Surely I don’t have it that bad for them.”

^ “Well…” they say, nervous laughter on the tip of their tongue. “Never mind about that.” 

-:“I’ve had a really rough day and I need you to make it better” Soft Prompts-:

By @me-writes-prompts

Person A comes stumbling home into Person B, and slumps down in their arms while Person B lovingly holds them.

“Oh god, it’s been such a hard day. I missed you so much.” They say as they kiss the living heck out of their partner and drag them to their bed.

Cuddles cuddles cuddles.

“You don’t know how much I wanted to be here, wrapped up in arms.” “Shh, I’ve got you.” >>>>>>

“Can we please put on my favourite movie and snuggle up with hot chocolate?” “You don’t need to ask, love.”

When Person A comes home, they're surprised to see Person B cooking for them and they almost tear up.

Back hugs while they softly whisper in your ear and pepper you with kisses is all you could ever ask for.

“I’m sorry you had such a shitty day, what can I do to make it better?” “Sing for me, kiss me. Anything you do will make me feel better.”

Soothing messages<3333333

"Come here, let me take care of you." They say with a kiss on your forehead, nose and then finally your lips as you loose yourself in their arms.(AHHHHHH)

"Fuck, I'm so tired, baby." "Oh. We don't have to do this then." "But not tired for you, I want you right now. Please." They say as they pull their partner close and start marking their neck.

List of “those seconds before the living breath is kissed out of you” prompts 

Staring into their eyes and wondering if it’s about to happen

The way your faces are so close to each other’s, and you’re not sure if anyone’s going to make the move

The pad of their thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards a little; the hitch in your breath when their eyes flicker from your lips to meeting your eyes

“I wanna…” they say, leaning in a little, breath ghosting your lips

The way your heart beats out of your chest when the distance between you both is getting less and less

“Can I?” they question, tilting your chin up

They’re giving you that look, asking you non-verbally, “Do you want to risk it all right now?”

The way they inch closer to you, finger tips touching yours; holds your hand in theirs and pulls you closer

“I think I wanna… Do you wanna?” 

That slight nod you give before their lips are pressing against yours

I wanna use these For Matty and G prompts so please go ahead pick some and I’ll see what I can get written (I’ll post a few more of these )

cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed

prompt list by @novelbear

drawing circles and patterns on their chest

humming/singing their partner to sleep

carefully trying to turn the lamp on the nightstand off without letting go of their partner in their arms

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

playing with their hair

laying their head on their lover's shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around their torso and a leg over theirs

taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling

"your hair smells nice..."

smiling as they feel their partner lay a firm kiss on the top of their head

"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."

not being able to be calm for five minutes as tickle matches ensue

sneaking photos of each other because they're just too cute

laughing when one drops their phone on their face

"we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."

feeding them fruits/other snacks they have

absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

feeling little kisses being placed on their neck, chest, or chin from time to time.

"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."

holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side.

You scream. Obviously. Then you run into the bathroom because you’re an idiot and that was the closest door to your bed.

You stop screaming. The coarse-rough voice of that horrible thing lets out a quiet “Shit.” through the wood of the door. Then heavy breathing and the drip, drip, drip of the tap maintenance never fixed is all you can hear.

Why is it here? What did you do? Some part of you had always thought that monster to be some demon. An agent of the devil that came after you for breaking your little brothers nose just because you could. Or for not calling an ambulance that time your grandma fell down the stairs. Or for tearing out Becky Pritchard’s earrings through her flesh for saying that yours looked ugly.

You may have been a slightly sadistic child.

That monster, that demon, had been the only thing that left you scared. The moment it shifted beneath your bed you would feel all the bubbling anger that flowed through your veins turn to ice. The moment it started whispering, promising you all the awful things it was going to do to you, that constant hunger to make others hurt would be drowned out by the tidal wave of fear that gripped you.

Well, old habits die hard, you think as you try to get your breathing under control. But now you’re twenty-five with six years in private security under your belt, so maybe they can be killed a little faster.

You remove the head from the toilet brush to turn it into a baton. The shape of it, the weight, is familiar to you. You’d always been good baseball. At least until you’d used the bat to take out a player's knee caps. You don’t think the coach would have minded so much if the kid had been on the opposing team.

You’ve never actually seen the monster and so find yourself hoping it has knee caps. It would be satisfying, you think, to feel the solid thunk of the strike and the sickly crack that would follow it.

Already lining up the shot in your head, you open the door.

Coming back to your apartment you prepare for a good night’s sleep. Upon laying on your bed you suddenly hear noises coming from underneath it. Carefully looking under you’re surprised to see the monster that lurked under your bed as a kid staring back at you. “Look man, I need a favor.”

* soft tired prompts

‘ have a nice nap? ’

‘ you have sleepy stuff in your eyes. ’ 

‘ sorry for waking you, baby. go back to sleep. ’ 

‘ you’re exhausted, honey. ’ 

‘ time for bed, sleepyhead. come on, i’ve got you. ’

‘ was that a yawn? ’ 

‘ honey, that’s not how you make the bed. ’

‘ you slept for a long time. ’

‘ time to wake up, sweetie. it’s a new day. ’ 

‘ you’re finally awake. ’

‘ you stayed up past your bedtime again, didn’t you? ’   

‘ i thought you were going to sleep forever. ’ 

‘ why don’t we take a nap together? we can be nap buddies. ’

‘ goodnight, baby. sweet dreams. ’ 

‘ you don’t get enough sleep. ’

‘ i’m going back to bed. ’ 

hey whoa, this looks nice! Let’s see what I can cook up...

Spectober is officially ON! (Prompt 1)

WELCOME to the start of Spectober 2020, everybody! Today’s prompts are as follows:

Art prompt: Apple Bobbing! Writing Prompt: Ed is infamous for being an apple bobbing champion

Remember to tag your submission with #spectober2020 and as a reminder, you don’t necessarily have to do the prompts in order!

We can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Unique job and power combinations

A search and rescuer with the power of flight who can fly to reach stranded victims or get an aerial view of a scene.

A civillain who can regenerate limbs and certain organs like kidneys regularily donates them for transplants.

Reporter who can hear and eavesdrop through walls and great distances.

A Baker who never burns their goods because they can control heat.

A sewer worker who can purify water or control toxic fumes.

A builder with the power of telekenisis. Who needs a crane?

A vet who can talk to animals.

A doctor who can see broken bones with x-ray vision.

A welder who welds not with a torch but their own laser vision.

A detective with empath-like powers to feel others emotions, like guilt.

A spy who can mentally tap in to as well as scramble radio frequencies.

Someone who is renowned for cleaning up accidents like car crashes or explosions that involve toxic materials because of their immunity to it.

A villain who can't lie.

A DJ who can control sound waves, and dosent even require equipment.

A lifeguard who can breath under water.

A plumber who can control water can minimize water damage, stop leaking, easily detect where in a pipe a blockage is and more.

A pilot who can control wind can fly in almost any weather, prevent planes from crashing, and can do aerial maneuvers other pilots can only dream of.

A lawyer or news reporter who cannot lie. They struggle to get a job.

A miner or cave explorer/rescuer with echo location. They can easily traverse twisting caves, never getting lost, even without a light source.

An international spy who can shapeshift into different animals like a stray cat, a pidgeon or rat to eavesdrop.

A scientist with iron skin, who can't suffer chemical or heat burns should experiments go wrong.

A programmer who can run code through their own mind and manipulate it.

A first responder who can control electricity requires no defibrillator, and has a much higher sucsess rate then one anyway.

A gardener who can control plants can easily farm otherwise hard to farm plants like truffle.

A jeweler who can control metal that can easily fix broken jewelry, instantly detect fakes, and can alter ring sizes without machinery.

Raidyn sat on the thick tree branch crisscrossed, moonlight struck his face with little to no more light than needed. It's cold, winds of icicles beating his skin, his bare hands tightened, the wings of his feather fell down with neshness.

The gang was sleeping quite... soundly below, the fire gradually growing smaller. With this, there was barely any light to see anything, not even the moon could bring them enough light. But this wind was a blessing, oh, it really was. In the morning the sun peaking through the forest glades were enough to make everything heat up, weary legs, aching arms, heaving breaths, furrowed eyes, and sweat sticking out freshly from their foreheads.

"Hoy," A voice called him and a flurry of wings rustled from behind the tree branch.

The man cracked his knuckles. "Hoy yourself." He whispered with a smile that Jayce couldn't see. "How did you make it out of the dark?"

Jayce scoffed, scratching the back of his wings, and settling himself comfortably down the thick tree branch. He was quite sure that they'll fall any second. "With my eyes, of course."

Raidyn's brows crept up his forehead. "I thought you were partially blind."

"Partially," The boy's mouth twitched upward, he breathed in the cool air. "Your sibling was crying herself to sleep again."

"Who?"

Silence.

"Well, Ryna, who else?" Jayce clicked his tongue with annoyance. He said it like that without hesitation.

"Uhm," The man started, his hand on his chin, demanding and thinking hard, his mind elsewhere. "Zer and Deborah and Kaori and—"

"I mean your biological sibling." He interrupted, as though exhausted with him, but Jayce could never be exhausted with people like them, no, especially them.

Raidyn sighed. "I... I have to go some time, y'know?" He apologetically said, he didn't really think about saying it like this, tonight. This night where everything is meant to be savored, taken in with a rest.

"But she loves you," Jayce protested, the faintest smile of his lips disappeared. "I mean," He cleared his throat. "I do too, we all love each other, or at least that's what I think, even though I..." His voice faded, and Raidyn could see him shrug from the dark.

A long, thick silence that finished Jayce's speech brought courage to his lungs again. "I'll remember you," He said. "No homo."

Raidyn snickered quietly, his chest heaving up and down, before he spoke. “I’ll remember. And you’ll remember, because you’ll be alive to do so.” Then his head lowered at the now sleeping Ryna. "All of you will."

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Here's a quick little drabble of my OCs'. Not my best writing because I'm still a wreck at the moment, anyway, thank you to @sleepyprompts for sparking an idea in my brain. It's been a while since my fingers stretched this much, so thank you <33

btw, don't be afraid to give constructive criticism, it helps a ton!!

Prompt #701

“I’ll remember. And you’ll remember, because you’ll be alive to do so.”

Humans have an odd perception of what is “Friend Shaped” to the rest of the known universe.

If you step back and remember that humans will viciously pack bond with anything from tiny robot vacuums to giant apex predators, and that they come from a death planet, it can make some sense why a beast like the Riivoma could be seen as “cute”. Riivoma have short fur in a beautiful array of colors, ranging from shimmering whites and pastels to rich and earthy greens, and their anatomy isn’t all too different from that of shepherd dogs from Earth, but the difference comes in the size and sheer danger these brutes present. Riivoma generally stand at around 2.0 to 2.3 meters at the shoulder, with protruding canines that are designed to dig into a creature’s skull and not come out… and they’re the apex predator of Eurydice (Original planet name cannot be translated to English due to missing characters in alphabet.)

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Naturally, as a born and raised resident of Eurydice, Malou knew to avoid these slumbering beasts, but when her human traveling companion saw one and instantly started fawning over it, she knew that it would cause trouble.

“Look at it’s widdle ears and toofers!” Human Xavier whispered in awe, instantly shrinking a little closer to the ground as though he were a predator stalking his prey.

“Xavi, do you have any idea what that thing is,” Malou hurriedly whispered, having seen this same thing happen with many of her previous human companions. “You cannot approach that thing. It’ll kill you, and then use your scent to find and kill those you love.” Malou had to admit, Riivoma are rather relaxed after a meal, being content to leave things be, but Xavier didn’t need to know that.

“But… Mally… look at the guy.” Xavier whimpered, green eyes already shifting into something that humans call “puppy dog mode” or something along those lines. “It’s just schnoozin away, harmless as a kitty cat back home… if not friend, why friend shaped?”

Malou could admit to seeing the resting Riivoma as beautiful and awe inspiring, with flecks of gold spattered across a brown and white body, but she couldn’t see anything friend shaped about the beast’s muscular limbs and claws designed to make climbing up sheer cliffs Childs play. “There’s nothing friend shaped about that beast!”

Xavier stops for a moment, still low to the ground and watching the sleeping Riivoma with the same focus as an old man watches golf before he speaks again. “… try and stop me.” With those words hanging in the air, Xavier begins forward at a quick pace, moving in a wavy pattern so Malou would have a harder time grabbing him if she tried to give chase… but she didn’t.

Malou stays planted to the ground, frozen in shock, tinged with fear as she watches her newest friend march to his death unflinchingly. The Riivoma shifts slightly in its slumber as Xavier draws ever nearer, hands extended towards the beast’s chin and neck. Malou closes her eyes and turns away, not wanting to see what fate will befall her compatriot, but knowing that she’ll hear the resonant crunch of bones being ground to powder within the beast’s maw.

Xavier, now right up close to the resting Riivoma, can see all of the taught muscles hidden from a distance by the bright colors and soft appearances, as well as the 18 inch fangs protruding from the sides of the snoozing monster’s maw. This doesn’t deter him at all as he gently runs a hand along the underside of the beast’s head, gently scratching up and down with his gloved hands. Very quickly, a sound like a running motorcycle breaks the relative quiet of nature, and Malou flinches from behind her cover of foliage.

Though the sound of crunching bones and satisfied snarls over a meal well had don’t follow like the Eurydice native expected, instead she hears quiet chatter from the human. She whips back around, eyes flying open to see the single most dangerous creature on her home planet gently kneading the soil and purring happily as her insane human engages in “baby talk” with the monster.

Xavier slowly shifts as he watches the giant animal melt into his hand, with its heavy head leaning down into his palm, and razor sharp claws ripping up the ground like a cat making biscuits. What little fear was within him is now all gone as he sees the Riivoma as a harmless little creature. The man leans his side against the shoulder of the beast and moves his second hand to gently scratch between its shoulders, keeping the other hand focused beneath the chin of the beast. The Riivoma is entirely content to stay in contact with Xavier, moving slightly to allow for pettier scritch giving.

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A good half an hour later, and Xavier begins to move away from the beast, the weight he leaned against its side moving away as the gently scratching and massaging fingers slow to a stop and eventually pull away. The passive purr from the Riivoma quickly stops, though the beast’s breathing does seem to hasten. Xavier takes this as a bad sign, and quickly retreats to the tree line, where Malou has been watching and taking notes for the past 15 minutes.

When Malou speaks, her voice is barely higher than a whisper. “What in the name of Unn is wrong with you? We have to go, right now!” Despite the quietness of her voice, the urgency held within isn’t lost on Xavier

He follows his friend and coworker away from the resting place of the apex predator that have already begun to stir with life.

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Malou’s eyes dart around anxiously as her and Xavier make their way back to the local village where they’re staying between jobs. Every snap of a twig beneath their feet or flap of an odd bird’s wings sets her on edge, like something is going to fall from the sky and end her life.

Xavier has never before been more glad that they aren’t handed weaponry beyond a baton for self defense between jobs… he gets the feeling that if Malou had a gun at the moment, the whole forest would be gone in a flash.

As the duo round a turn to enter the small village, Malou turns around, club drawn and held out before her like it is a firearm, and she speaks in a shaking voice. “Come out, wretched beast. I know my partner upset you, but I don’t care… stop stalking and just attack already!” Despite having worked together for more than a half dozen years, Xavier has never heard his partner so actively scared, and they’ve been in shootouts with space pirates before.

As soon as Malou begins shouting, the Riivoma gracefully trots out from the tree line, eyes fixed firmly on Xavier instead of the one actually threatening it. The hulking beast begins forward, and Xavier for the briefest of moments realizes what he was snuggling with… this beast has earned the title of Apex Predator, as it saunters forward, he can’t help but realize just how big it is.

Malou’s hands continue to shake for the briefest of moments, but Xavier places a hand on her shoulder before stepping forward and giving the beast a closed mouth smile. The man’s voice speaks again in the same soft tone he used while speaking to the same sleeping beast. “Heya there, big buddy. Sorry I left earlier.” In a move that Malou could only assume was suicide, Xavier raises a hand for the Riivoma to smell and continues to slowly step forward.

The hulking beast takes another step forward before quickly bunting it’s forehead against the gloved hand of the human. Xavier chuckles before beginning to scratch all around the beast’s head. “Good boyo…”

“IF NOT FRIEND, THEN WHY FRIEND SHAPED!?” the human cries out after you denied to let them pet your homeworld’s most dangerous predator.

The most important thing to remember when adopting a domestic dragon is to get one that fits your personality and lifestyle, since hoarding is only a common practice in some species. If your Cerulean Light-Wing Wyvern begins hoarding bottle caps, it is because your house doesn’t have enough room for it to fly around and comfortably spread out over a number of roosts. It is however, perfectly normal for the Ivory Guard Drake to keep a pile of bones and trinkets that the people it chases off drop near its primary resting spot.

If you have a hoarding dragon, you first need to stop thinking of their gathering as dealing with a problem, and see it as another need that your companion has to be met.

There are a few ways that people will recommend “dealing with” a dragon’s hoarding instincts, the first of which being to ignore it and hope they satisfy themselves, which NEVER WORKS. When young dragons find something that they like, their mind will tell them to claim it as theirs, which can be extremely dangerous if they get things that aren’t designed to be gnawed on like knives or batteries.

The second way is borderline animal abuse, but is the most common method that I’ve heard people trying. Asserting dominance and forcefully dispersing your dragon’s hoard is only going to distress them, especially if you shout or make big, erratic movements as you do so. This will make your companion fearful of you, and more snappy with strangers that come into your home, especially if they are forced to share couch space or stand back while things they want to be theirs are touched and potentially taken by the stranger. This should go without saying, but never get physical with a dragon when you are upset with it. They are faster, sharper, and more specially aware than you are, and even then, they have feelings and do not deserve to be a punching bag for any reason.

The third method, and the best one by far, is to calmly redirect your dragons hoarding to an unobtrusive location in your apartment, house, or property. Most common pet breeds are perfectly happy to pile their selected items in a little closet, especially if you give them a cozy dog bed. This method can take a minute to get through to a dragon, but once they understand that you aren’t stopping their hoarding, they’ll be much calmer about the situation. If you use this method and your dragon takes something dangerous or that you need back, just talk to them. Dragons are intelligent creatures, and if you talk them through why they shouldn’t eat your balls of yarn, they’ll likely understand.

Of course, every dragon is different in their personality and what they even want to hoard, so this whole deal is extremely flexible. If your dragon likes shiny things, trade coins and fun rocks for your TV Remote. If your dragon collects bones from squirrels that get a little too cozy in your backyard, then take the bones and clean them when your dragon is taking a nap. If your dragon doesn’t show any interest in hoarding, then don’t try and get them into the habit for likes on your videos of your “sweet baby pet” trying to claim a statue that’s three times its weight and nearly killing itself by dropping the statue off of a table.

If anyone has any trouble figuring out what all of those boxes and lines mean on the Dragon Breeds website, then I’m more than happy to make a follow up to this guide telling you how to properly pick your draconic life companion, with some information on the bigger breeds as well.

Small domestic house dragons have become the norm. Here is a guide on how to deal with the hoarding instinct of your little one.

You have the power to place really small, permanent curses on people. Things like never winning bingo or having them suddenly dislike a food they use to love. One day, someone nearly kills you cutting you off in traffic, and you curse them. Little do you know, you just ruined their life.

"who's this?" "it's the fucking king of England, that's who it is. Now open up, I'm drenched and I'm cold" answered a voice from the outside. "really funny sir. And original, I haven't heard this one since… Oh I'm sorry your highness"

It's Shia LaBeouf

You’re driving home alone in the dead of night, and you see a child in the middle of the night. Feeling sympathetic, you offer to drive them to the police station to find their parents, only you find out that thing that you picked up isn’t just a child…

EEEEEEK 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Main Event Post.

June 27 is pick a Kink and Tropes day!

I have a little list below. I'll keep adding on as more come to mind but do offer any suggestions.

Have some fun. Pick your own. Have someone pick for you. Use a random generator and see what you get!!!

Tell us what you get or SURPRISE us!

KiNKs

Asphyxiation/Choking

Breeding

Group Orgy

Knotting

Degradation/Humiliation

Edging

Face Sitting

Impact Play

BDSM

Leash and collar

Overstimulation

Public Sex

Cock warming

Threesome

Double Penetration

Hair Pulling

Age Gap

Handcuffs

Biting

Role playing

Virgin (reader or character

Pegging

Sleepy sex

Web cam

Daddy kink

Lingerie

Oral fixation

Toys

Car sex

Dry humping

Sex machine

Size kink

Praise kink

Tropes

Fake Dating

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Arranged Marriage

Love Triangle

One Bed

Slow Burn

Memory Loss/Amnesia

Secret Identity

Secret Admirer

Second Chance Romance

Opposites attract

Secret Relationship

Accidental confession

Bickering Lovers

Power Couple

Friends with Benefits and stay as friends

Friends with Benefits turn to lovers

Soulmates

So much thoughts, too less time... I've got so many vignettes in my head alreadyyy

30 Days Writing Challenge

Write about a first kiss

Write a scene without any dialogue

Use the words: kitchen, date, music

Write about your MCs personal style

Write 100 words today

Write about a blackout

Use the words: small town, bar, jukebox

Write about finding a new hobby

Write about a heated debate

Use the title: Promises made, promises kept

Write about two characters dancing together

Explain your MCs motivation

Write 10 sentences about the last item you bought

Write about regret

Write about a girl's night

Write about a "thank you"

Write about a car ride

Use the title of the last song you've listened to

Write a summary for a book you would love to read

Write a new piece of lore for your WIP

Write something angsty

Write for 15 minutes without deleting anything

Write about dreaming

Use the woords: crown, dance, smile

Write a scene that describes your MC well

Use the title: Like waves in the ocean

Write an ending without a beginning

Write only the dialogue for a scene

Write about your MCs nicknames

Write about a concert

Frank west needs to meet these travelers . He'll have a story every single week. Each one of them bangers.

You once made a promise to yourself: if you ever met a time traveler, it wouldn't be a big deal. You’d tell them the date, the most important political conflict, a recent technology, and send them on their way. You now encounter a time traveler nearly every week.

MJ: Do you ever sleep? Peter: Define ‘sleep.’ MJ: Not texting me at 3 a.m. asking if grilled cheese counts as a personality trait. Peter: I stand by that question, by the way.

Fuyumi: Stop eating my fries. Natsuo: You left them unattended. That’s a declaration of abandonment. Fuyumi: I went to get ketchup. Natsuo: So you planned to make them better. That’s on you.

Imagine an older child—not even a child, someone in their 20s—and they have a younger sibling that they resent for committing no sin but one: being born.

That's their sin, their younger sibling's sin. It isn't a sin, to be born, but it is a sin for the older sibling. Because that child has the love of a mother—a different mother from the older sibling's mom.

Because the older sibling's mom was a tyrant, a monster under the guise of a beautiful woman. Her shadow had horns and a tail, a flame to burn the soul of the older sibling. They did everything for their mother: took care of her as a child as if they were the adult, they killed themselves trying to be the best of the best, straight A's and top marks. But it wasn't enough. They did everything, they even sold their body (in every what way you like) just to get to a point that they think their mother would finally acknowledge and be proud of.

It never came.

And years later, the older sibling meets a child with their mother's eye shape and nose and lips and cheeks and hair (maybe not in the way it was biologically structured, but in the way that was taken care of by their mother, the same techniques and mannerism). But in their eyes were kindness and love and care and perhaps every positive thing to exist. The eyes of the older sibling wasn't like that. It was tired, forlorn, miserable, empty.

This was a child from a different mother. A different mother who had the same face as their mother did, but with every positive thing poured on her. Their mother was abusive and neglectful, in all the ways one could be. The younger sibling's mother was a radiant 36 year old. That wasn't their mother. Even if she had her face.

Dialogue prompts:

"I want to hold on to the resentment. To resent her 'til my last dying breath."

"I guess she still has me wrapped around her finger."

"It's not fair, no. That I have to suffer the crossfire between the mom in your past and my mom now. But the world isn't fair, isn't it? I want my older sibling just as much as you wanted your mother."

"I have the mother you wished for, but I still long for the love of my older sibling like they wanted the love of my mother."

"I think it was brave of her; it was brave of her to let my younger sibling meet me, knowing that I was the sin of her past, the reminder of her mistakes, and the proof of her monstrosity. She let her youngest child see that, because they wanted to meet their older sibling, and she loved her youngest. She bore herself, risked losing what she loved, because she loved them."

"I wish you were never born. I wish you would kill yourself. But that wouldn't do anything. That'll just make me regret my words and make your mother grieve. So there's nothing we can do, but live and move forward, even if we can never cross paths again."

"Maybe, in the future, we can meet again and we'll be happy. But maybe, it's better if the two of you don't exist for me, and I don't exist for you."

"I hate you as much as an older sibling should love their younger one. I don't know how to stop hating you. I don't think I ever will."

"No, we don't. We don't have the same mom. Mine was a nightmare, yours was a dream."

"Even now, I don't think I could imagine a version wherein the circumstances were the same...and I'd have loved you as a mother should have."

"She's a great mother. Just not to me."

Father said, "you have to draw it out a bit. Like, making a line from the first letter to the next. Here, look. "Uuuuuuu-puh. Try, baby." The child looked at their father, in awe, in confusion, or maybe they just loved looking at their father. They turn back to the letter written on the whiteboard in front of them. A "u" and a "p" written. Their tiny hand raises to the first letter and they utter, "uh". A tiny dot marks its spot beneath the letter as the child points at the letter with their marker. The child points to the next, "puh." "Uh....puh." "Yes, baby, now draw a line from u to p." The child begins. "Uhhhhhh," the line is drawn towards the next point, its next destination, "puh. Uhh-puh. Uh-puh. Up!" "There we go!!" He littered kisses on them. "Good job, baby. Good job."

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?

writers' resources

sick of using "very _____" ? : https://www.losethevery.com/

want to simplify your writing ? : https://hemingwayapp.com/

writing buddies / motivation ? : https://nanowrimo.org

word you're looking for but don't know ? : https://www.onelook.com/thesaurus/

need a fantasy name ? : https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/

need a fantasy name ? : https://nameberry.com/

want a name with meaning ? : https://www.behindthename.com/

who wants a map maker! : https://inkarnate.com/

story building / dnd ? : https://www.worldanvil.com/

need some minimalistic writing time ? : https://zenpen.io/

running out of ideas ? : https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

setting a goal ? how about 3 pages / day ? : https://new.750words.com/

what food did they eat ? : https://www.foodtimeline.org/

questions on diversity within writing ? : https://writingwithcolor.tumblr.com/

now what was that colour called ? : https://ingridsundberg.com/2014/02/04/the-color-thesaurus/

want more? : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/lyralit :]

I needed this so badly. Thank you sm

— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMORIST: someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCELENCE: the state of being fine and beautiful; shining, brilliant.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PAVONINE: characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock; as in colors; iridescent.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

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Good writing tool, gonna make my personal whump writing challenge really fun

i made a whump wheel

want to beat up a character but don't know how you wanna do it? same here, friend. behold, the whump wheel! it currently has 60 different prompts/tropes on it and is ready for use! 🎉 i...love this thing. it is wonderful for writing exercises. (if you wanna know what's on it before using it, take a peak at the screenshot below)

After much deliberation and manic procrastinating I now present my official list of favourite charcter archetypes:

Character who does objectively good things and is on the side of good but is still an objectively terrible person

Gruff loner parent who adopts other characters and care about them deeply in their own way and it's really heartwarmingly obvious but they will never actually say it

Absolutely feral rough and tumble fighter who is misunderstood as a troublemaker, gets mad when their friends are hurt and will sacrifice themselves at the drop of a hat but would never admit it

At some point had big protagonist energy but all their friends are dead or gone and are just trying their hardest after getting in over their head but still wanting to do good in the world

Gods who literally couldn't give two shits about your problems and what humans these days are up to

Someone who has escaped a terrible situation and hated the person they were when they were in said situation and is trying to be better but has terrible self-worth and succumbs to the power of friendship™ and a well written recovery arc

Prick "I know more than you" academics who are snarky and absolute smug little shits especially to the antagonists but have a heart of gold

Antagonist that everyone but the person they "work for" knows is the one who's really in charge

Character who can and will easily kill you in 101 ways with their bare hands but will feel bad about it afterwards (bonus points if PTSD and their personality is absolute baby) That one shapeshifter who's just here to have fun, cause some chaos and prank everyone

That one shapeshifter who can transform into one (1) thing and that one thing is an absolutely fucking terrifying beast of some kind when they go Apeshit

Flirty pretty femme boy or girl who probably doesn't care about gender at all so long as they get to look fabulous and tease people they think are cute

A group of 'orphans' who findfamily in each other (feat. Intimidating but objectively good parent who has unofficially adopted everyone, older sibling child trying to take care of everyone, the chaotic dumbass, the innocent bean, the one who's having none of their bullshit, etc.)

Amnesiacs who are just trying to move on with their lives and turn over a new leaf and are honestly terrified of finding out the truth of who they were in the past

Romanticize your education

the midday stillness of a library

coursework sprawled on top of a desk

notes on the margins of a textbook

tracing names carved into an armchair

the inherent eroticism of the library after dark

a note falling out of a battered book

reminders scrawled across your hands

cursive handwriting

whispers cutting through the silence of the dormitory

the cold glow of a laptop screen in a dark room

ink stains

notebooks with half the pages crossed out

passing notes during lecture

getting up at 3 am to google something

leatherbound books with gold lining

crisp white paper

the smell of new books