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📜(louis and james!)
*james and louis skipping stones on lake*
james: it’s such a beautiful evening.
louis, whispering: take that you fucking lake
#walkerwhisperer#we'll just pretend that they're skipping stones instead of playing cards lmaooo#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.#queue.
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Send "🌙" + a word (can be a noun or adjective)* for me to write an Amito scene of it!
*If I don't like the word or don't feel like answering that particular prompt, I'll just delete it. No big deal.
#ask prompt.#/ i crave another writing avenue for them; outside of the fic \#/ sooo...humor me pls? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 \#/ this'll be something i can do whenever the mood strikes so i'll get to the asks at my leisure \
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i like taking care of you . i’d be happy to do it for the rest of our lives .
in a way, he was reminded of how cared for and looked after he’d been as a child—well, before his parents got busy and stressed out and had little time for him anymore. he wasn’t mad at them, not really… but their busyness left him to his own devices and he’d gotten used to that.
so when henry insisted upon staying home that day to tend to him, alex’s first reaction was to stubbornly deny his help. ‘what about the kids ? won’t they need your help ?’ ‘you sure you won’t miss out on any business things ?’ ‘don’t you think i’ll drive you crazy if you stay ?’ all questions which henry had brushed off.
“ you don’t have to stay here, taking care of me, y’know, ” alex had insisted, looking rather worse for wear. “ i can take care of myself while you’re gone. ” he’d taken care of himself for years, after all.
“i like taking care of you. i’d be happy to do it for the rest of our lives.”
alex shoved down the wave of emotion that hit him at hearing henry’s words. he’d always been more sensitive while being under the weather… if the glossiness of his eyes got commented on, he’d just point out that he was sick and nothing else. not that henry would buy that as the only reason, but still.
his eyes shifted away from henry’s as he tried to formulate an educated response, but all he could muster up was, “ okay… ” a pause followed after, before he softly questioned, “ you really mean that…? ”
#bravelyloves#we literally rp like daily over discord and yet i feel like idk how to write on tumblr anymore dfkljd;s#anyway i hope this was ok lmao#ask prompt.#ic.#answered.
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( trail ) for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver. + “let me take care of you.”
nancy should’ve expected this. they had their own space now; they were adults who didn’t have to worry about their parents interfering with their lives. it was one of things that appealed to nancy the most about moving out to boston—far, far away from hawkins and freedom from her overwhelming, albeit well-meaning parents ( well, mostly her mother ).
something that nancy had FAILED to account for would be the amount of INTENSITY and INTIMACY that came with having steve, her boyfriend, for a roommate. he’d been bad enough when they were both still in hawkins, finding ways to sneak off together. nancy had liked the THRILL of it all, and in fact, she still got a THRILL at knowing that she could be as grossly affectionate with steve as she wanted to be here without the unwanted gags and annoyed stares from their friends. though she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t miss the sneaking off from their friends and the sometimes steamy but always sweet moments they shared back then.
she supposed that they could still find ways to sneak around here, too, but that would also require the risk of being charged with something. plus, it wasn’t as fun if she didn’t get to gross out their friends—even if she could also do without the unwanted remarks that came with it.
nevertheless, she had other things to worry about; no need to dwell on the past. she’d much rather focus on the here and now—ESPECIALLY with the way her skin tingled as steve trailed kisses down her body. she downright shivered at his accompanying words. yes, she found that she very much ENJOYED having steve as her roommate…
for a moment, her eyes fluttered shut, having half a mind to just shut up and let steve have his way with her, but the reminder that she had classes that morning prompted her to glance over at the alarm clock on her bedside table. 6:55 am. she’d woken up before her alarm—or more like steve had woken her up.
“ steve… ” she sighed, voice crackling from misuse. “ i don’t think five minutes is enough time; i have classes, remember ? ”
#jockcliche#me? writing you a novel for smut without actually writing anything graphic? sounds about right for me ldksfj;sa#ask prompt.#ic.#answered.#tw suggestive// ////
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i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.
twenty-four hour shifts were never fun. they never had been back in new york, and they certainly weren’t now in texas—more so because now tk had someone to go home to. someone who really loved him and who ( hopefully ) wouldn’t break his heart—even if he knew he’d deserve it for his own treatment of the person in question. he’d just been happy that he’d been forgiven for his misdeeds, that they’d managed to work things out.
eight am hadn’t come soon enough, and though tk hadn’t slept too well the night before, seeing carlos leaned against his blue camaro, waiting for him, gave him a small burst of energy.
“ hey, babe, ” he greeted with a grin, moving in to wrap his arms around carlos and leaning in to meet him halfway for a kiss. “ miss me ? ” though said as a joke, tk quickly noticed the way carlos’ arms stayed locked around him, even after the hug should’ve ended.
“i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.”
tk could tell. a grin reemerged on his lips.
“ hey, i missed you, too… but y’know, the sooner we get home the sooner you never have to let me go… ”
#don't mind me just casually trying to find tk's voice lmao#anyway i love them but you knew that already#ask prompt.#interaction.#answered.#trustinginstincts
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🎲!!
#7. a romantic kiss.
it's a foreign feeling to mike, being in love, but it’s one that he knows he’ll never get tired of—especially because it’s will who makes him feel this way. in retrospect, he wants to kick himself for holding himself back—even if he knows that he only did it because he was scared and confused by the feelings that brewed in his chest every time will was around. he’s just glad that he moved past that; that he can FINALLY allow himself the luxury of being around at least ONE person—the most IMPORTANT person—and be himself.
the crunch of leaves fill his ears as he walks, hand-in-hand with will further into the woods. he holds a flashlight in his other hand, blanket bundled up beneath his arm. the plan is to make it to the clearing—their newly found special spot—and spread the blanket out to lay on so they can stargaze. it’s an interest of mike’s that will indulges him in and he’s glad that he does. it’s always more fun with a partner, and mike is more than happy for that partner to be will.
mike stops when they make it to the clearing, turning to look at will, and feeling his heart skip a beat upon seeing the way the moonlight washes over will’s delicate features. he tries not to stare, he really does, but it’s impossible—just as impossible as it is for him not to give in to his impulses.
mike gives will’s hand an affectionate squeeze as he suddenly moves in, pressing his lips to will’s. contrasting with the impulsive action, the kiss is soft and sweet and lingering. with them having a moment alone, mike simply can’t resist. he always wants to kiss will, it’s just a matter of timing and if someone else might happen to be around. but, being out in the woods, alone, with the cabin several feet away, he feels safe enough to risk it.
and he never regrets kissing him; knows he never will. he’ll continue to kiss him as many times as he’s allowed to in their life together. because mike is a no good sap, in love with his best friend, and getting to really experience the emotion for the first time in his life. he wants to experience it forever with will, his boyfriend ( and hopefully one day husband if he plays his cards right; if society could ever allow them such a thing ).
he’s head over heels; in the honeymoon stage that he hopes he never grows out of. and as he finally pulls back, grinning like an absolute FOOL at his boyfriend, he feels like he never will.
#flayerlinked#WHY NO I CAN'T JUST WRITE A NORMAL AMOUNT FOR YOU SO DON'T ASK ME TO. IT ALWAYS HAS TO BE A NOVEL THANKS#ask prompt.#ic.#answered.
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tag dump hehe
#ooc.#important.#ask prompt.#ask answered.#CBS_ROOT#TSS_ROOT#BL_ROOT#ramblings.#dash commentary.#PC_ROOT#SWB_ROOT#info. CBS#info. BL#info. FOTC#info. PC#info. TSS#info. SWB
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Marcy from Amphibia.
For the song ask- Get Back Up Again from Trolls.
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I feel like this song encompasses Marcy's can do attitude and her accident prone nature at the same time. Plus, I'm just a big fan of the song itself. I even have a cover of it currently acting as my ringtone.
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oc asks: not-so-nice edition
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
#whump#whump ask#oc asks#oc ask game#oc ask prompts#oc ask meme#ask meme#ask game#character asks#character development#mine; ask meme#meme resource#please feel free and encouraged to reblog! or to send asks but I probably won’t get to them til next week#now with minor edits for clarity!
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Asking for permission
"Can I hold your hand?"
"Is it okay to kiss you?"
"Can I hug you?"
"Can I call you later?"
"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"
"Can I touch your hair?"
"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"
"Can I tell people about us?"
"Would you allow me to walk you home?"
"Is it okay to randomly text you?"
"Can I take a picture of you?"
"Can I use a picture of you as my background?"
"Is it okay if we cuddled while watching the movie?"
"Would you let me take care of this for you?"
"Are you okay with me calling you my girl/boyfriend?"
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📜 clem & louis :3
louis: what is your biggest weakness ?
clem: i can be uncooperative.
louis: okay, can you give me an example ?
clem: no.
#lovingpromise#somehow this is v accurate lmaooo#ask prompt.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / interaction.#[ more finesse. ] louis a. / answered.#re: louis / clem.
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How to write angst ?
@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)
know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)
decide on the type of angst you are going for!
major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.
and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.
are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.
moving on to actually writing it-
Tip 1 - Use sensory details.
her eyes brimmed with tears
his chest heaved
pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt
his scream pierced my heart
her lips quivered
she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)
show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.
Tip 2 - how to actually write it.
If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.
use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.
the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.
what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?
there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.
Tip 3 - crying.
what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?
what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?
make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.
while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.
focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.
have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head
best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);
3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)
Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.
there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.
and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)
Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)
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[ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] xoxoxoxo
it wasn’t like this didn’t happen—alex had hooked up with a handful of girls from his high school years ‘til now—but he couldn’t remember the last time a girl had actually stayed the night with him, much less showed interest in him upon first waking up. he wasn’t complaining, however. no, he would never complain.
“ ‘mornin’... ” he murmured, barely audible, voice muffled by her lips, then found himself silenced by the fluid movements of her body straddling his. “ ivy— ” her lips were on his again, and he didn’t fight it. in fact, he liked it. when was it not a turn on to have a hot girl on top of him?
it wasn’t hard to get lost in it all; he let his hands perch upon her hips at first, before they developed a mind of their own, moving seamlessly with the rest of his body, and finding purchase on her ass, giving it a playful squeeze before she’s rolling her hips down on him and everything went a fuzzy white for a moment.
an involuntary moan escaped him, and his hands squeezed at her ass again to prompt her to repeat.
#it's not full on sex or anything (i haven't posted smut on tumblr in ages) but i hope doing smth for the build up is ok kldfja;s#dvstbvnnies#ask prompt.#ic.#answered.#tw suggestive// ////
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🎲😚
#42. a clumsy kiss.
nancy has always prided herself on her grace. she’d taken ballet until her freshman year of high school, when she set the flats aside to pour more focus into her studying. you wouldn’t KNOW that she’d been dancing for the better half of her life, currently, however, as she very UNGRACEFULLY stumbles into steve. she tries to catch herself at the same time he tries to catch her, resulting in her lips making contact with the corner of steve’s.
she feels her body go rigid, her cheeks start to burn, and her fingertips lock around the fabric of steve’s jacket that she currently holds fistfuls of. for a few seconds—that seems to feel like an eternity—she freezes, and it seems to take her longer than she would like, before she can bring herself to pull back, and look at him in embarrassment.
“ i’m sorry, ” she admits through her chagrin, while every inch of her insides scream at her to go hide under a rock for the rest of her life. “ i promise i wasn’t trying to- take you out, or- force myself on you— ” and she wishes that she could just shut the fuck up, but the fact that she’d just kissed steve, in the most embarrassing way possible, tears at her. in fact, she’s fairly certain she’s forgotten how to be a normal girlfriend.
#jockcliche#i'm imagining this is them freshly in their rekindled relationship- even tho they've already had sex and all of that at this point nancy is#still a disaster and is more embarrassed about tripping in front of him than accidentally kissing him- she'll never complain about kissing#him after all! she's just a hotmess lmao#ask prompt.#ic.#answered.
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“You are a good person. Good things happen to good people.”
he HATES that his brain’s first instinct is to disagree. he hates that he wants to remind carlos that he isn’t necessarily ‘good’—or at least not good enough to keep bad shit from happening to him. heartbreak, overdoses, getting shot, comas, finding out his dad has cancer, losing his mother, nearly losing his fiance, getting injured damn near regularly on the job… he can’t quite think of too many things that have been ‘GOOD’ that have happened to him.
life’s had a way of punching down on him over and over again… well, until…
“ YOU are good, ” tk tells him after a moment, hands reaching for his face. “ If anything good has ever happened to me—and trust me, it’s a pretty short list—YOU take the cake. i don’t need anything else in my life the way that i need you… ”
#trustinginstincts#don't mind me just spamming the dash with my stuff for you lol#ask prompt.#interaction.#answered.
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INSTEAD OF SENDING LOVE LETTERS, ANONYMOUSLY SEND LETTERS TO MALICE TO TELL THEM WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM!!!!!
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