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Fruit, He/ Him AuDHD, Writer, musician, artist. Trans, gay ace .
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Writing Prompt:
The character who's been in love for a very long time has to stop dropping hints and finally tell the painfully oblivious character that they're in love with them, not just being nice. Bonus points if the oblivious character is oblivious because they think there's no way character 1 could love them like that.
Here's a scene I've wanted to write forever
Onyx knew his best friend was painfully oblivious. For fate's sake, the man kissed him and still thought Onyx was still in love with Val and now with them both locked in Val's dungeon with their lives on the line Onyx had to act. Onyx walked across the cell to Killian.
“Killy” Onyx stated sternly
Killian sighed “Look I’m sorry I got us in here I didn’t mean to-”
Onyx cut him off “What? No I don’t blame you for that”
“Then what do you need to say?”
Onyx ran his hands through his hair nervously and took off his ring. Throwing it onto the floor.
Killian gasped.
“I know you love me. I know your soul fate likely says the same. I remember our kiss in the hospital” Onyx started pacing around the cell “ But for some reason with all that’s happened. you still believe I love Val. The woman who left me. The woman who left the man I truly love bleeding in a cell with no way to escape” Onyx stopped pacing and knelt next to Killian putting his hands on Killian’s bloody face.
Killian froze “You, What? Why have you never said anything?”
Onyx rolled his eyes lovingly “I didn’t think I had to” he said softly “I kissed you back, didn’t I?”
Killian rolled up his sleeve “See this tattoo? It says I’m fated to love you. It says nothing about you loving me back. Yours says you're fated to marry the seemingly perfect girl next door. Even after everything. Even with all the resentment I held for her. I thought she was still your one”
Onyx took a breath “Maybe. But maybe I only loved her because my arm said what it said. Maybe I’ve loved you for a long time. Maybe Val isn’t perfect for me. Maybe you are”
Killian leaned forward “Is this, ok?” he whispered gently
Onyx nodded Killian, all bloody and battered, kissed him. He kissed him and Onyx knew he just knew this man was it for him. This man with his stubble rubbing up against Onyx’s face and his lip piercing that Onyx kept tasting. Onyx put his hands around Killian and smiled into the kiss. He knew this didn't fix years of Killian's insecurities but he knew this was a start. Knew this was his new beginning.
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Writing prompt: The young hero (or future hero) comes face to face with their older self and finds out that all their morals have changed and that they are happier in their own skin.
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Being trans is a very isolating thing. It’s like your experience is unique and you feel like no one will ever relate to you. I feel that a lot. The one guy I know who’s trans . Who has similar experiences to me lives a hour away (more if there’s traffic ) and I’ve only met him irl twice. Sometimes it feels like you’re an elf person and that no one will ever relate. But you know what? You’ll persist. You’ll befriend people will similar experiences to you, and yea it may just be one person. But you’ll text that one person every day , you’ll find friends who don’t always get it but do respect it, you’ll meet trans people in passing and you’ll thrive . I know you will.
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Anyone else give their animals in Stardew cutesy names? My dog is Mr . Muffin , my horse is Mr. Bagel, my chickens are Twig, Petal, Marigold and Nectar and my cows are Latte and Cream.
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Playing Stardew valley again and I’m letting myself be sucked into the world of my newest farmer .
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Unpopular opinion: technology can become a crutch and it can actually make life harder if you learn to depend on it for certain things.
Examples:
1). I only know one phone number besides my own and 9-1-1 because I am so used to contacts in my phone,
2). I was practicing for a performance today and I stopped looking at the program that makes my music move in time with the tempo and I just started listening to the backing track and I am wildly out of time because I’m used to my music moving ,
3). I can have trouble reading sheet music for piano (not the instrument I was practicing in 2) because I learned how to play mostly from a app with moving music
4). When I first started drawing digitally after a while when I would come back to drawing traditionally my drawings would be worse than before I had a drawing tablet beacuse I got so used to layers and different brush’s that it made it hard to remember how to draw with pencil and paper.
In conclusion technology is helpful, tech is amazing but if you use it as a crutch you have to relearn certain stuff and that is not fun.
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something someone could describe you by - if they don’t know your name, they could go “oh, the person with the xyz!”
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Okay, Tumblr.
In the light of the recent Percy Jackson show (and ignoring the fact that I have to read Goethe's Faust for school), I am challenging you all and especially you reading this.
14k notes by the 1st of April and I will read all of the Percy Jackson series' books that my sibling owns.
I think they go up to the Apollo series? So, like. ~20 books.
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Edit: sensory issues can be counted under "otherwise medically unable to" if you feel that to be appropriate
#most of the time I don’t cause dysphoria#other times just lazy#usually dysphoria though#I do wear it sometimes#dysphoria can’t best me
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i love little kids with very niche interests. Like for awhile I nannied for a family who had a little girl who loved old black and white movies. She adopted a transatlantic accent, constantly wore a long string of plastic pearls, and would often dramatically drape herself over pieces of furniture when told to do something and say “I just can’t do it babe”
#I once read a book with a little girl like that#her brother (the protagonist) was obsessed with Bowie
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Being sick can really make one not feel at home in their own body because on top of the intense dysphoria from not getting ready or getting anything on that produces euphoria there’s also the fact that your body’s being attacked from the inside out. Your living in a war zone and you just have to watch.
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The Fates That Bind Us - Val kills Phoenix
Hidden in the shadows, I dropped silently to the floor from the glass ceiling above. For a leader of the largest underground movement in the world, the man wasn't nearly as careful as he should be. The window roof was unlocked. The door opened across the large study right on time, and Maria slid through. It clicked shut and she shifted behind a bookcase as the man whirled around, startled out of the book he'd been reading.
"Who's there?" He asked suspiciously. A few moments of silence, I could feel the tension in the air, so thick I could have sliced it with my knife. Maria walked into his view, hands held up, palms open.
"Hello, Phoenix." I couldn't see his face now, but I saw his entire body tense. She laughed, and it was so cold and emotionless, it chilled even my own spine.
"Surprised to see me?" Her voice held a mocking lilt to it and one eyebrow was raised.
"Maria. What, so you've come to exact your revenge on me? After so many years?" He asked. She smiled at him
"No, of course not. I have no intentions of laying even one finger on you. I just wanted to see how my old friend was doing on the throne he stole." He sighed and suddenly loosened up, letting his full weight drop into his hand braced on the desk. I almost felt pity for the man as I watched him seemingly give up. Almost.
"No more games Maria, please. You have no idea all the factors that went into my decision-"
"You betrayed me! We promised, Phoenix. You promised. And then you nearly killed me, and for what? This? It's pathetic Phoenix, it is." He swiped at his forehead with his free hand and looked back at her.
"You were going to betray me, don't act like you weren't, you were being shifty-"
"It was your fucking birthday Phoenix. Bold of you to assume I was going to betray you instead of thinking about any other possible solution. But then, I never could trust you to think through things." He visibly flinched and they stood there for a moment. Maria's sweet smile had become a glare and I did not envy the man. Maria didn't swear, that's how you know she's realmy angry. When she starts to curse. She slowly began to put her hands down, putting on the soft face I'd seen her use before. About halfway down, her fingers twitched closed and I began to move slowly toward him, knife drawn.
"I'm not here to hurt you Phoenix. I'm sad for you. You've gotten soft, and it was only a matter of time before someone came to kill you."
"Wait... so... are you offering to protect me?" She laughed, a genuine laugh this time.
"What's so-" he cut off with a shriek as I slid the knife into his back. He stumbled forward, reaching for her and then fell forward. His face hit the floor with a satisfying crunch. I flipped the handle of the knife over and reached to hand it to Maria. She just stared at it.
"He made it sound like you wanted the throne so, here. You kill him and you take the saber." She shook her head and pushed my hand back toward me gently.
"This isn't for me anymore. I found something I want more than this." She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Well then, shall we take this organization over with just one simple murder, my love?" She nodded and I flipped him over onto his back and slid the knife across his throat.
"There. It's done." Something clanged behind us. I turned to see a sleek saber, it's blade, blacker than any night I'd ever seen. I picked it up, smiling again at my girlfriend.
"Let's go let them know who their new queen is." I said, taking her hand and striding out the door with the saber in my hand.
@fruitjedi what do you think of this? I think it'd be interesting to put the scene where Val kills Phoenix in the book. Kind of a flashback, you know? I feel like Val's part of the story is more important in the "What's been happening since she left" rather than "What's she doing now", that way Killian and Onyx can figure out what she's currently doing without it being redundant to the reader, but you can also have all their thoughts and emotions behind it?
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Fury of Nations - Chapter Five
Previous Chapter: 4
Chapter One: 1
Next Chapter:
I sat in my room, panicking. So many thoughts raced through my head after I bumped into Dilan earlier and a flash of colors spread across my vision. Kishan looked purple, Dilan looked green, and Ta’eel looked black. Well, Ta’eel is black and Kishan is light purple, but it wasn’t their skin tones that changed, it looked like there was a blob of light overlaying the three of them. And I saw more colored lights above the training grounds replacing the soldiers who’d been walking there before. And just as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared and Dilan’s usual appearance stood over me. Was I hallucinating again? I’ve had a history of… passing out and having strange dreams. But I’m pretty sure I never passed out and usually I could tell when I was about to. Dilan looked extremely concerned about me and I hated that. I didn’t need his sympathy. I’m a Fijari warrior, we don’t need or want anyone’s sympathy.
“I bring food. You act strange, but Fijari warriors need food too.” I looked up to see Shinael standing in the main room with a plate of food in their hand. They looked around for a moment, no doubt judging the mass amounts and diversity of the weapons I’d brought from home. I stood up and composed myself, something I was very practiced at.
“I could have gotten my own food.” I said, walking out of my room and taking the plate from them. They didn’t glare at me and leave like I expected them to.
“Yes. But, I was there, I get you food.” There was no defiance in their tone. No sass, no irritation, just a plain statement of fact. As with many other Vishali I’d seen, their face was extremely expressive, but I didn’t see judgment in their deep violet eyes. It caught me completely by surprise, I was so used to the Fijari court with their hidden jealousy and backhanded compliments. Even many of the other Vishali I’d seen so far were hostile towards me, but Shinael wasn’t like that.
“Well… you can leave now. I have my food.” Shinael didn’t leave. Their eyes wandered to a set of daggers I had on the desk.
“Hello? Do not ignore me, Vishali.” They met my eyes again and pointed to the desk.
“Um… those are pretty. Do you use them or are they… for… pretty?” I raised an eyebrow at them. Why the sudden curiosity about my belongings? Suspicion worked its way up my spine and I’m sure it made it onto my face too.
“They were a gift from my… friend. The word you are looking for is decoration and no, they are not just for decoration.” I looked back over to them, remembering the exact moment the general of the Fijari army gave them to me. Calling him my friend was a bit of a stretch, but I didn’t feel like explaining the complicated nature of my relationship with my former trainer with a mere Vishali who I hadn’t even known for two weeks. Their face changed to a strange expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Ah. You have to be… what is the word? Special, I think, to your friend. They look not cheap.”
“Sure, well, it does not matter right now. I… thank you for the food.” I turned and walked back to my bedroom and shut the door, sitting on the bed to start eating. The walls of the cabin were kind of thin and I heard Shinael sigh a few moments before the door opened and shut again.
I left the cabin after I was sure the others had gone to bed, carrying a short sword that I’d bought shortly before I left Fijarin. I had intended to go down to the training grounds, but I bumped into Kishan halfway there, thankfully not literally this time.
“Talyn? Where are you headed with a sword…?” They asked, eyeing me nervously.
“Do not worry, I am not going to kill or wound anyone. I would do that in the light of day if I wanted to, hurting someone at night is dishonorable. I am going to the training grounds. I need to work off some steam.” They nodded and I noticed something in their hands.
“Okay. I noticed you acted strange earlier. Are you alright?” I didn’t want to say anything but… Kishan was my commanding officer. It’s my responsibility to tell the truth when asked a direct question by a higher up even if I don’t want to.
“No. Earlier, I brushed past Dilan and I saw something strange. Like shining lights overlaying every person and everyone had different colors. And it just disappeared when I stumbled back. I am worried that I am going a little crazy.” However honest I should be with them, they hadn’t asked about my medical history, so I didn’t need to bring up my issues with passing out. Kishan gave me a worried expression, that I just barely caught in the moon and starlight.
“Has this happened before, recently? I can give you a few days off if you need.”
“No! No, I-I am fine. I do not need any days off. This has never happened before.” Kishan pushed their lips to the side and considered me for a few more moments.
“Okay. I trust you. But, Talyn? Please tell me if it happens again. I won’t make you do something that you do not want to do unless I think you are going to endanger someone. Have a good night. Do get some sleep.” I nodded and they walked past me towards the cabins.
I took the time to let my mind clear. Working through forms I had done a thousand times with the sword, I stopped thinking about any worries I had. Step to the left, stab forward, sweep the leg. I didn’t really have to think about it, they were muscle memory by now, but it helped to keep one stream of thoughts going rather than ten at the same time. By the time I stopped, the moons were near the center of the sky, Telenan presenting as a half-moon just behind Heloind, who usually showed most of itself. Jornial, supposedly the middle child of the moons, was barely able to be seen, as usual. My older brother always liked to tease me by saying I had Heloind’s personality. In the myths, Heloind was the youngest moon, always trying to take the most attention in true youngest child fashion. I shook my head and started back toward the cabins, putting the moons out of my mind. I didn’t have time to entertain thoughts of gods that had either never existed anyway, or couldn’t even take the time out of their immortal lives to interact with their creations. Sleep didn’t come easily that night, but eventually, I drifted off into a dreamless rest.
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Unmatched chapter seven
Fitz
Fitz… was not having a good time. The day of his winnowing gala had finally come and …it was a disaster. None of his friends were answering their imparters, The number one match was nowhere to be found, and instead of any of the girls he was talking to Fitz wanted Dex.
Fitz was miserable. Absolutely completely miserable. He was stuck talking to his number two match a girl named Nimah who was a year ahead of him.
Fitz wanted to like her he really did. She had ginger hair like a sunset and a laugh that could light up the room. She was... Perfect. Fitz would be lying to say he felt nothing towards her. Fitz would be lying to say he didn’t consider just going for her instead. But Fitz would be lying to say that now that he’s gotten a taste of Dex he’s never going back. Fitz cares about match lists sure but maybe just maybe he cares about Dex a little more.
Fitz was talking to Nimah when she brought up her girlfriend.
“You like girls?” He asked nervously
She nodded “Yeah, my parents made me come to this”
“Oh cool. I uh, uh there’s a there a guy for me too. I’m in the same boat”
Nimah smiled “Birds of a feather I guess”
Fitz ended up talking to Nimah for a while after that and they actually got along pretty well. Both of them were interested in multiple genders (but not each other) and Nimah knew the struggle of coming from a noble family and feeling like you have to be straight.
It was then as they finished up their conversation that a voice rang in Fitz's ear.
“Care for a dance?” The voice said all soft and soothing like
Fitz recognizing the voice, whipped his head around to see one Dexter Dizznee standing there like he belonged (which he did but Fitz’s opinion rarely got him anywhere), like he was invited in the first place, and to top it all off Dex was wearing a badge that said “1” on it.
“What are you doing here Dex” Fitz said sighing
Dex gleamed “I’m your number one match see?” He pointed to the badge he’d obviously either faked or stolen
Fitz smiled, he’d tried to hide it, but he’d failed miserably and was now beaming for all to see.
“So” Dex said smiling “Care for a dance?”
“I’d love to”
And they danced, they danced and Fitz forgot about everything. He forgot about match lists and societal standards . The only thing he cared about was his beautiful, brilliant boyfriend in front of him.The only thing he cared about was the boy that made him question everything.
An hour later and they’d escaped the gala, an hour later and everything was fantastic.
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