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writers-potion · 4 months

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MASTERPOST (PT. 1)

Daily Writerly Updates! | Open to post requests & questions

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❤️ Romance Writing Prompts

Meet-Cute Ideas

Reponses to: "How Could You?"

Responses to: "Break my heart." 💔

How would you develop a relationship that’s been constantly one-sided?

Enemies-to-Lovers Dialogue Prompts

List of Relationship Tropes <3

Library Romance Prompts

Arranged Marriage Prompts

Responses to: "I love you"

Soulmates AU Prompts

"I love you but I don't" Prompts

Romance Novel Tropes & Subgenres: a comprehensive list

The Romantic Academic

Forbidden Love Dialogue Prompts

Angry Love Confessions

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☕📜Writing Scenes

Scenes: The Basics🏕️

Structuring Your Fight Scene

Writing Funny (But Intense) Action Scenes

Ideas for Flashback Scenes

Writing The Perfect Kiss Scene

Fantasy Battle Scenes 101

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✧𑁍.ೃPlot Tips & Tropes

A Very Brief Outline of the Three-Act Structure

Plot Type 1: "The Quest"

Writing Text Conversations - follower question

Fairy Murder Method Ideas

Gossiping Scene Idea Prompts

Child Eating Fairies Ideas + The Mysterious Cave Trope - follower question

Writing Political Intrigue

Comforting a Fire Girl Scene - follower question

Energize a Sluggy Middle

2 Types of Deaths in Fiction

Literary vs. Commercial Plots

Fantasy Tropes that I Love

Writing the Perfect Betrayal

Writing Strong Opening Lines

Plotting Tips for Romantasy

Dark Fantasy Tropes List

Dark Academic Plot Must-Haves

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✩₊˚.⋆☾ POV Related

1st vs. 3rd POV For Mad Characters

Emotionless Character POV

🧛🏻‍♀️Character Writing Tips

Redeeming The Bad Boy Character

How to Write Redemption Arcs

Writing Diverse Characters - Things to Remember

Character Nickname Ideas

How to Write Liars Believably

Choosing the Right Character

Organizing Character Relationships

Writing 1st POV Character Fears

Introducing Non-binary Characters

Teasing Sibling Dialogue Prompts

Writing A Drug Addict Character

No Redemption Villains

Emotions and humanity for the Non-Human Character - follower question

Writing Gangsters

Characterization: Unforgettable Characters

Human Feelings for the Non-Human Character

The Character Arc: 101

Emotional Mini BIO

Writing Autistic Characters

On Writing Blind Characters

Writing Homosexual Characters

Establishing the MC-Reader Bond

Writing Child Characters Believably

Toxic Parent Prompts

Writing Morally Gray Characters

Writing the "Mean Girl" Character

Writing Introverted Characters

Strong Female Characters

Fantastical Asian Monsters (Part I)

🕐List of Dirty Character Traits

Dark Backstory Ideas

Good Characer Traits to bad

A List of Toxic Traits for Your Character

Character Names with Unfortunate Meanings

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staytinyville · 7 months

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Stay Alive (29)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N NOT BETA. YOU GUYS! If you would like to be huge supporters for me check out my KO-FI link in my bio. It will be in my masterlist as well. It would be a huge help not just to support my financial needs but to also help me continue writing.

The boys had called you all to Namjoon bedroom the moment you had arrived at work. You began to worry a bit but went along with their demands. When Jin opened up the door for you, all the boys were waiting for you looking a bit tense.

“What's going on?” You asked, looking around.

“We've come up with something to break free from here.” Hoseok explained to you.

“Tell me!” You gasped, eyes going wide at the prospect of finally being able to take the boys out. “Please, I'll try my best!” You told them.

All the boys let out a breath, almost worried that you wouldn’t be willing to help them. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe in you, it was more of the fact that they were worried about you thinking how this would affect your future. That didn’t seem to be the case though.

“It's a bit complicated and we have to make sure you have all the resources ready for this.” Namjoon grabbed onto your hand. “You will be risking your life as well as the people around you. We want to keep you safe.”

You smiled softly at him, placing a hand on his cheek as you rubbed his skin with your thumb. “Anything.” You told him. “I promise I'll follow everything.”

“The east part is taking us out.” Yoongi spoke from the bed. “However, it's after that we'll have to move quick.” He turned to you. “You're going to lose your job after this, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Saving you and everybody else from eternal abuse over some petty job that–mind you–is doing the abuse?” You spoke up. “A million times over; I have my degree. We'll take down this company for all its horrors.”

The boys looked at each other, giving each other a nod. You were different. Something they waited years for. It was finally time for them to go home.

“Taehyung has the ability to transfigure things—us included.” Hoseok began. “He'll turn us into something that won't be noticeable in your pockets. You'll take us out of the facility once everyone is going home after work.”

“And then?” You asked.

“From there we have until morning before they notice we’re gone.” Jin answered.

You weren’t going to be able to turn up to work the next day if you wanted to get them to safety as quickly as possible. The only thing that left you unsettled was leaving behind everyone else while taking the boys out. You knew they would never leave them behind but that didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

“What about everyone else?” You looked at all of them.

“We can't risk getting everyone out at one time.” Namjoon sighed. “I know it's terrible but they'll have to wait just a bit more.”

“Okay.” You nodded your head.

Namjoon pulled you into his side, placing his chin over your head.

“Once we leave here though, we have to make haste to Yuri lake.” Yoongi sat up, legs falling off the side of Namjoon’s bed.

“There is no time to delay. We have to get home to tell Bang Nim about what Hanseol is doing.” Hoseok finished.

“Yuri lake?” You pondered. “The moon pool in the mountains?”

“Hobi said it's on your grandparents property.” Jimin spoke up.

“It is.” You nodded. “My grandpa still lives there. He's said he was going to leave it to my mother and her siblings after he passes.” You spoke softly thinking about your grandfather.

While you had lived in Gwangju with your parents, your grandparents lived in the Wolchulsan countryside. They had an entire mountain range in their backyard, what kind of child wouldn’t enjoy going to see it. You spent all your summers with your grandparents because you had always loved going to explore their farm as a child. The mountains also had tons of cave systems within them. One of which you could recall had a moon pool inside.

Your grandmother passed away a few years ago, right after you finished your studies. She had been so proud of you when you told your grandparents you were accepted into the university in Seoul. While you told her you were going to the big city, you would still be coming back down to see them during the summer.

And you had been. You still went the past summer to spend time with your grandpa. You would go back and forth between your home with your parents and the farm with your grandfather. The only thing on your mind was making sure to call beforehand to tell him that you were going to be visiting.

“(Y/N), if we do this your grandfather will also be in danger.” Namjoon pulled you back to look at you.

“Then we find a way to keep him safe.” You told him. “He'll understand. He can be stubborn but he knows when there is danger he has to leave.”

“Is that it?” You asked, wanting to be sure they were ready for it.

All the boys looked to Namjoon waiting for his response. “I guess so.”

You spent an hour going over more plans for the escape with the boys. There was a good amount of trust going into Taehyung but everyone spoke that they believed in him. They were all proud of what he was able to do with you so they were more than trustful in him.

When they all left Namjoon’s room, you almost felt like crying at the idea of finally taking them out of this place. This past month and half has been something unforgettable. You wouldn’t imagine going into a new job would entitle working for magical creatures that exist. Or being hired by a demon that could erase your mind.

It was a bit mind blowing how much you managed to find out in just a couple of days. Everything you ever thought of–understood–had changed completely in the span of a couple of hours. You also didn’t realize how much love you had to give until you found seven different men to give it to.

When you turned around, you found Namjoon sitting at the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he rubbed at his face. You walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs making him look up at you. As you took his wrist into your hands, he opened his eyes a pur coming from his chest at the sight of you.

“You're worried.” You told him.

“Is it that obvious?” He scoffed, taking his arms from you.

He wrapped them around your waist, sticking his face into your chest. You giggled as he rubbed his cheeks against them, the rumble from his chest causing you to smile.

“Namjoon, you've given up so much.” You told him softly, running your hand through his hair. “And I know you have tried so hard to save everyone.” You pulled his face up to look at you. “It's your turn to be saved. Let me do that for you.”

“I don't want you to get hurt.” He whispered.

“One scratch on me is nothing compared to the wounds you've suffered.” You softly placed your lips onto his.

There was something about Namjoon that made you let go of everything. LIke you knew he was going to take care of you. The way he kissed you was soft, but you knew deep down that you were meant to allow him access to all that you had. He was a dominating person who demanded attention wherever he walked. And just like that he was a dominating person in bed too.

His large hands were splayed along your back, making you arch your chest into his. As he pulled you closer, you placed a knee down between his legs but he didn’t want you there. He quickly took a hold of your thigh and moved to place your knee on the other side of his hips. He did the same with your other leg, gradually making you sit down in his lap.

Once you locked your legs behind him, Namjoon stood up with you and turned you around to lay you on the bed comfortably. Feeling Namjoon press his chest onto yours and engulf your body made you feel small. Not physically but like you weren’t as powerful as you thought yourself to be.

For once you had finally met someone who you were willing to let everything go for.

Namjoon placed a hand near your head, leaning up to stare down at you. Your breath got caught in your throat, hands going to touch his chest. He was taking in breaths through his mouth, trying to come up with what to say.

“Namjoon?” You quietly spoke.

He shut his eyes tightly, fisting the sheets near your head. He dropped his forehead down to yours which caused you to gasp. You felt his hot searing skin touch you but it was gone the next moment. You wanted to rub at the spot wondering where the pain went.

“What happened?” You asked him.

He still had his eyes shut, but the moment they opened up his pupils quickly reduced in size and turned slitted. You gasped quietly as purple swirled around his irises, completely overtaking his dark eyes.

“My body temperature was rising and I didn’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Namjoon we can stop–” You tried to say but he shook his head.

“No,” He told you, leaning down to give you a kiss. “It’s just what Jungkook went through. I’ve just lived long enough to know how to have a handle over it.”

He leaned forward again, planting his lips with yours in a rush. Your head began to feel dizzy at the heat coming off of Namjoon. However for some reason it was only making you more aware of everything around you. The hairs on your arm were standing up–your core was starting to get slick without so much as a thought crossing your mind to arouse you.

Namjoon pulled back from your lips with a pop, making quick work to take off your pants and underwear causing you to gasp.

“Namjoon?” You called to him.

Looking up, your eyes went wide as they took in his hooded expression and clenched jaw. He looked bigger to you for some reason. Steam was coming off his body that left you worried about his safety as well as yours.

After taking off his clothing, like a predator, he slowly placed his hands on the bed, crawling over your body to make you lean back onto the bed. He kept his head down, keeping his purple eyes on yours.

“Namjoon?” You whispered again, eyes drifting down to his lips.

“I have a hold of it.” He answered. “My body won’t hurt you. Not in this kind of state.”

You nodded your head, at a loss for words as you became dizzy again. The only thing you could think about was how cold your legs seemed to be. Namjoon’s warmth that radiated from his chest seemed to have an effect on you and you were basking in it.

You felt a shiver wrack down your body as Namjoon’s lips went to your neck. As he moved lower, he pushed your shirt up to expose more of your skin, taking in a deep breath when he reached your navel. He stopped for a moment, nose twitching at your heat that was bare for him to feel on his chest.

You felt his fingers twitch at your side, digging into your skin as they warmed up your body more than it already was. You flinched a bit when Namjoon suddenly shot his head up, looking up at you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked you.

You gave him a small smile, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. “I’m okay.” You told him.

“Then hold on.”

Your eyes went wide at the smirk he gave you, quickly hiding from your stare as his head was suddenly buried between your legs. You didn’t get the chance to comprehend what he was doing seeing as the moment his tongue touched your heat you let out a moan and tried to clench your legs.

The way he moved along your lower lips was much different to the way Jungkook had. The younger man was sloppy, using everything and making sure to cover everything. However Namjoon was precise in what he did. The tip of his tongue probed at your entrance, going up and down your slit.

You arched your back into his face, gasping out trying to take in some kind of breath but it seemed Namjoon kept taking it right out of you. He grew annoyed with your twitching it seemed, quickly leaning up as he shifted one of your legs down onto the bed and the other higher up to his shoulder.

The position had you crying and your muscles stretching. He had you wide open to accommodate him, dragging your body up to his mouth. When you heard him growl your vision went blank for a moment.

With the heat that seemed to act like an aphrodisiac and the sounds rumbling out of his chest, you began to feel your orgasm building up. You tried to reach out for Namjoon, crying out as you couldn’t find something to hold onto. He must have felt your conflict because he quickly removed a hand to reach out towards you.

As his fingers curled around yours, your vision went black and your legs twitched at your orgasm. As our core clenched and unclenched, Namjoon allowed himself to place his entire mouth on you to suck whatever it was you would give him.

When your orgasm finally stopped, Namjoon softly dropped your legs down onto the bed, messaging your skin to calm you down from your high. With your open mouth and blissed out expression, Namjoon smiled crawling back up to your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, taking him in above you. Leaning up to brush your lips against his, you wanted to feel him on you again to calm down your nerves. He moved to brush his fingertips against your cheeks, placing his forehead against yours. Your eyes slipped closed as strong emotions of love and care overtook you.

“You’re one of us now.” He whispered to you. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you.”

You gasped quietly at the feeling of his length between the both of you. Namjoon stood back up, one leg placed on the edge of the bed. Grabbing onto your hips he quickly dragged you closer to the end, allowing him to slot between your legs. He made you lock your legs behind his back, going back to give you a searing kiss after he got you where he wanted.

You felt your body relax rather than tense at his intrusion. There wasn’t a burn like the others, instead all you felt was immense pleasure. The pants you let out in Namjoon’s ear had him growling again. The blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips made you mewl at the feeling.

The moment Namjoon was sheathed all the way, all you could think about was clawing at his back and wanting him to move. Even if he didn’t have to wait, he still took a moment. Judging from how he seemed to clench his eyes shut, it probably had to be because he didn’t want to finish too quickly.

And the moment your hips tried to move to gain some kind of friction, that was all it took for Namjoon to slam your hips down with a warning growl and his purple eyes to stare down at you. You squeaked out, quickly stopping your movements.

He leaned back to your ear. “I’m not trying to scare you, Little One.” He said breathlessly. “But I’m the one taking care of you. Be patient.”

You nodded quickly, moving to touch any part of him in order to ground you back down to the plane of the living. And the moment he felt your body relax once more, he began to move his hips.

You once again felt the dominance he had about him that made you want to allow him to take care of you. It wasn’t that you were going into a separate head space, it was just that Namjoon had that air about him that was caring. Something that made him someone others looked up to when it came to their problems. For you, it was just an emotion you were no stranger to. You had always been someone who cared for people, and for once there was someone who wanted to care for you.

With Namjoon leaning over your body, your fingers dug into his back. And when your second orgasm was approaching you began to grip onto it tightly. Even in your orgasmic bliss, you didn’t want to scratch at his back for fear of hurting his already damaged skin.

When Namjoon’s orgasm came full force, your eyes snapped open at the roar he let out. His eyes seemed to glow and his teeth were much sharper than normal. It was a sight to see someone like Namjoon let go in such a primal way.

He had quickly pulled out before anything happened. He let go onto the floor rather than on you, dropping both hands down near you after his high began to go down. Your own need to take care of him began to swell in your chest as you watch him try to calm down.

You moved from your position, slowly dragging his arm up with you to led him to lay down. He was sluggish, tired from the entire deal. You smiled softly at his look. You almost wanted to cry with how much it seemed everything was weighing on him. For once he had let go of that stress.

Namjoon pulled you closer, swallowing as his eyes closed shut. “Why are you upset?” He asked you.

You pulled back from his chest, looking up at him. “Because–you’re always so stressed and for once you need someone to care for you.” You lean up just a bit. “I know that might be how you act but trust me in this.” You reached over to give him a soft kiss.

“It’s your turn to be cared for.”

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, Tim being a bit of a hardass, police officers

AN: alright I’ve caved. I’m writing for Tom Bradford. I honestly don’t know what took me so long but here we are. Not chenford tho. I get it even my mom ships it but take one look at this man and tell me he doesn’t deserve some reader insert fics of his own. Chenford readers, you can read this as Lucy and Tim (let me know if u can’t and I’ll figure out how to better write it).

End of shift was always my favorite time of day. Leaning back against the picnic table, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of content. Waiting for my ride was the least of my worries for the day as I finally felt my body relax since this morning.

“Where’s your car?” I slightly turned my head towards the sound and smiled.

“I let a friend borrow it.” The bench shifted slightly as Tim sat down next to me. “They needed to run errands and attend some classes so I let them take it for the day.” I opened my eyes as he nodded stiffly.

“need a ride?” He wasn’t meeting my eye and the longer I looked at him the harder it was to keep my racing thoughts under control. I shook my head, looking out over the parking lot.

“They should be on their way to pick me up.” I shrugged as I shimmied my phone out of my pocket. “At least that’s what they said ten minutes ago when I clocked out.” Tim’s eyes flickered to my phone before he focused on his key ring.

“Want me to wait with you?” He asked hesitantly. I shook my head immediately.

“I’ll be fine. They shouldn’t be long now.” Tim shrugged his backpack off and dropped it at his feet before leaning back. “Tim I said…”

“I know what you said.” He gently kicked my foot. “And I’m staying anyway.” We settled in a comfortable silence after I nodded. “How did you manage to destroy two shops today?” I jolted slightly at the question and rolled my eyes.

“the first wasn’t my fault. Who knew bullets and engines didn’t work together?” Tim scoffed and I smiled at the sound. It wasn’t a laugh but I would take it. “The second one was me trying to box in the suspect. He rammed into the door.”

“So all in the line of duty then?” Tim snickered. I rolled my eyes again and chuckled.

“I suppose so.” I sighed. My phone pinged and I looked down, suppressing a groan at the text. My friend wasn’t coming. My car had broken down.

“What’s wrong?” Tim peeked over at my phone but gave me a second.

“My car broke down. They’ll pay for damages and everything but that means I’m out a ride home.” Tim looked up at me and nudged me.

“Come on.” He stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up, grabbing my backpack as I did. I followed him to his truck and got in the passenger seat. The ride to my apartment was quiet, highlights from the last rams game playing on the radio. “This building right?” Tim pulled up in front of my building and parked when I nodded.

“Yeah. This is me.” I opened the door and grabbed my bag off the floor. “Thanks Tim. See you tomorrow.” I was halfway to the entrance when I heard the door slam. I turned and saw Tim running up the walkway.

“Do you need a ride in tomorrow?” He asked when he reached me. I nodded.

“Yeah. My car will be in the shop still I think.” I fidgeted with my backpack strap. “Probably be able to get it at end of shift.” Tim nodded and walked me to the door.

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning. I’ll text you when I’m outside.” I nodded and smiled at him. “thanks Tim. I mean it.” I opened the door and turned to wave at him. “Night sir.” He waved back as I entered and started the trek to my apartment.

#tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #Tim Bradford fanfic #Tim Bradford fanfiction #Tim Bradford imagine #eric winter #eric winter x reader #Eric winter fanfic #Eric winter fanfiction #eric winter imagine

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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 6 months

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Oh look another bio-spider DJ. This one smol. Sorry the comic is kinda lazy, I can't decide if DJ's in a forest or a cave setting.

Longer ramble below the cut.

(Note that while I draw my sona in place of a reader/Y/N character, if I ever do write this it will be written as a reader-insert, not a self-insert.)

Rough story I came up with is Y/N getting lost in a forest or cave or something, and DJ making webs with arrows on them to point the way. Reader doesn't know who their mysterious benefactor is for a bit, and are pretty surprised when they see him for the first time.

Reader is possibly also scared of spiders and DJ doesn't find this out until later because the reader was able to quash that fear enough to get to know the obviously sapient spider-creature who saved them.

I haven't decided how they communicate. DJ probably understands human speech (for reasons I'll bullshit later) and Y/N probably learns a mix of spider noises and gestures to understand what DJ's telling them. Also weaving stuff into his web but that takes awhile so isn't really suitable for back and forth conversations, but might be how DJ explains to them what he is and where he comes from? (Also things I have not fully decided.)

Also undecided--why DJ has a tophat. The earmuffs are due to sensitive hearing. Possibly mostly triggered by the reader's voice, sadly. Even when reader speaks quietly it can get overwhelming for DJ after awhile, so earmuffs. But! DJ enjoys their humming. He likes laying on their chest or back while they hum, both hearing the quiet noise and feeling the vibrations of it. He finds it soothing. =w=

Also I think it would be funny to make some kind of joke about spider dudes liking women much larger than them (cuz spider) but I wouldn't know how to do that while still keeping the reader gender-neutral. I'm sure there's a way but I'm not thinking too deeply on that for now because I proooobably won't write this for awhile if at all?

#fnaf djmm #fnaf dj music man #dj music man #djmm #djmm x reader #djmm x y/n #x reader #my art

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mossmarsh · 4 months

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new yap session lmao. also: watch my silly idea post turn into actual writing

SO i just had an idea and my few newfound follower count has got to tell me if this is good. so get this. (big warning for expand btw, like sorry)

there's a warrior clan in a cave setting ok. they are tigers. they have bioluminescent green pools inside and it's really cool like there's green glowy stuff everywhere. mostly algae but also glowworms and some other fungi.

basically the clan lives in a cave network and the main camp doesn't have any ponds for kit safety. HOWEVER all the clan's territory is confined to the cave network and all the hunting ground is littered with the bioluminescent pools. this is because in the caves, there's less land prey, so the clan has adapted to hunt fish and other animals in the pools (pending more research on animals that would reside there). this also fits because tigers are known to swim for hunting and also just for fun.

there are other clans--thinking a rainforest clan, a plains clan, and like... a treetop clan where their camp is in the actual trees [skyclan wishes they were them] and main clan only shares a border with rainforest and treetops. i think it would be set in thailand somewhere, broadleaf forests or rainforest

name ideas for all the diff clans welcome including the main one, here's what i have so far

algaeclan: would have to be changed once the bio came

glowclan: same as above

caveclan: bit basic? i like the alliteration tho

brightclan: ironic name until bio lol

darkclan: makes sense until bio

now that the logistics are over, time for story!

The bioluminescence in the pools is NEW. like the story prologue is when it begins and the first chapter is like a year or so in. before, they were just normal ass cave pools. obviously everyone's like wtf

cause this clan is not that new. it's at least gone through like 3 leads and a few founders lived in the caves before official clans were formed. so this has never been seen before in at least like 15 years.

so! everyone avoids the pools for a while and tries to hunt miscellaneous mice and spiders (temporary spiders georg clan) but it's not enough to feed the whole clan, it's just scraps. so the clan has to concede and start hunting from the pools.

the most proficient hunters, who dive the most, started feeling strange things. one day, about a half-moon after the clan started hunting pools again, Hawkwasp, one of the best hunters in the clan, didn't come back up from a dive.

The clan was really worried. the best hunters in the clan can hold their breath for 100 seconds at most, so dives are usually quite short. However, Hawkwasp was already down in the water for 10 minutes. no tiger can hold their breath that long, no matter how good a hunter they are.

after an hour had passed, another reputable hunter of the clan (Shineprance) dove to find Hawk despite her clanmates' protests. After around 30 seconds, Shine found Hawk--fully conscious and still hunting the pool. obviously she was relieved, but also confused. what could possibly allow Hawk to spend that much time underwater?

Through pawspeak (which everyone is taught from apprenticeship to both accommodate deaf clanmates and to speak underwater) Shine asked Hawk where he'd been. Hawk asked what she meant. after explaining that she'd been looking for her, Hawk questioned.. "how long have i been underwater?"

After bringing Hawk back to the surface, he confirms that she thought she'd only been down for a minute or so. after it was explained, he was greatly shocked and vowed to never dive again. she has only hunted spiders for the clan ever since.

Over the coming moons, more and more of the clan's best hunters stayed underwater much, much longer than usual. the longest run was around 5 hours. it is quickly realized that something about the bioluminescent algae and plants gave tigers the ability to breathe underwater. The tigers affected, only 5 warriors including Hawk, began to form subtle green gills around the neck/shoulder area. their paws, claws and muzzle areas started to taint green. Some reported pain in the upper stomach.

Despite these concerning effects, the leader and deputy went over the head of both the clan's nurses and encouraged the continuation of using the newfound power. the clan had fallen on tough times before, and they wren't going to prevent hunting from the pools again if it meant they went back to that.

slowly, growths start forming on the tigers affected. algae and moss for one, mushrooms for others, and glowworms for one. Hawkwasp is the only one with spiders. all the affected tigers' eyes turn slightly more green with each passing day.

Before the bioluminescence, the clan relied on small skylights for light from the sun and moon, but now that it's here the skylights have gradually started closing up. no one knows if the entrances, or more importantly exits to the caves will be next.

the affected have started acting.. strange. not like themselves. They've started disappearing into the pools for far longer than when it first started. it began with hours, but they're turning into days. the affected have no sense of time down there. the leader and deputy have instructed no one to go after them--they wouldn't want to obstruct their hunting.

The nurses of the clan attempt to recommend that each tiger dives with at least one other tiger, but the deputy and leader have overrided that and anyone except apprentices may dive alone.

Hawkwasp has not dove since the first incident. However, he still experiences the same symptoms as the other affecteds. It seems that as long as they still dive, every affected tiger will continue to undergo the symptoms. Hawkwasp has grown increasingly aloof, only communicating with clanmates when necessary. Most of the time, she can be found wandering the caves, skirting pools carefully and chasing the spiders that are not already scattered across her pelt.

No one knows what the affected tigers do down there, in the pools. some tigers think they're just hunting. some think they're encountering creatures of the deep. some think they're exploring their new home.

notes: i am SO so inspired by @clanborn, i think their writing and new concepts for the clans are amazing. thanks so much :)

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 11 months

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who’s excited for stats so far?? i bet none of you are but i’m inflicting them anyway! ...under a cut.

so far, though, we have 198 separate submissions across 166 works!

so far the longest submission piece is 551 words long! wow! there are also another 3 submissions that are over 300 words long, and one piece has 797 words across 7 submissions! the shortest submission, to contrast, is 5 words long! that’s also great!

there are currently 4 artists that have had 3 pieces of art each submitted, and 8 artists that have had 2 pieces. that means there’s currently 137 other artists! oh sorry, while i was drafting this post we got a fourth submission for one of the four.

how about things anyone can go look at? there are currently 7 pieces of public art that have been submitted! four of them are from canada (and 3 are from the calgary specifically), one is in the netherlands, one is in spain, and one is in new york. the fourth canadian one also has copies in spain, japan, and arkansas. there are also 3 submitted buildings! two are in spain, and one is in thailand!

gender! we’ve got 122 pieces from male artists, and 32 pieces by female artists! yes that doesn’t add up to 166, the other 12 are either multiple artists, unknown artists, or i felt like a creeper trying to trawl through their tumblr/website and it wasn’t in their bio. sadly, we don’t have any openly trans, nb, or otherwise genderqueer artists submitted (where openly is “i could find it in the same 5 second google search to determine nationalities”)

even more niche stats! the largest submission (that isn’t a building, a cave, or public art) is 2.15 m (7 ft 1 in) x 34.14 m (112.0 ft) and weighs 4 tons! close behind it is another that's approximately 3.7m x 25.2m (12ft x 72.9ft) but weighs significantly less! i did not feel like mathing which had more square footage. the smallest submission (that is, a physical piece in real life, digital art can be insanely small) is 5.9 x 6 cm (2 5/16 x 2 3/8 in.)!

how about locations? excluding the multiple copies ones, there are 32 pieces located in the united states, 9 in spain, 8 in france, 6 in canada, 5 in england, 4 in italy, 3 each in russia, australia and mexico, 2 each in the netherlands, wales, scotland, and ireland, and 1 each in israel, finland, germany, portugal, poland, japan, austria, ecuador, thailand, latvia, singapore, belgium, and argentina! i know that doesn’t add up but there’s a lot of pieces in private collections, owned by the artist, or we just couldn’t find their location, sadly.

artist nationalities get a lot more variable! i did my best to look up every artist i could and include their birth country and the country they did their works in! except john singer sargent because he just didn’t want to settle down and i didn’t want to give him like six different countries.

starting off, we have 43 submissions by american artists! 18 by french artists, 17 by english, 8 each by canadians and italians, 6 each by russians and spaniards, 5 each by chinese, irish, and germans, 4 each by dutch, mexican and belgians, 3 by latvians, 2 each by finnish, polish, scottish, malay, serbian, and armenians, and 1 each by portuguese, japanese, austrian, ecuadorian, thai, swiss, argentine, cuban, kazhak, colombian, danish, and iranian!

i do not currently have stats for jewish artists for you, because i forgot to write it down my first time through wiki, and now i have to go through all ~140 articles and websites again. relatedly: there are 8 works by known-to-be-gay artists, but i’m already running into wikipedia going “well he sure did a lot of male nudes but he also might have had relationships with women” and i am feeling uncomfortable poking through people’s private lives so... i hope you don’t mind it i stop... counting..... i mean if they’re open about it i’ll write it down still.

how about the ages of works? there are 4 things from before the 1400s, 3 from the 1400s, 6 from the 1500s, 3 from the 1600s, and 2 from the 1700s! 5 from 1800-1850, 4 from 1850-1880, 10 from the 1880s, and 9 from the 1890s! 9 from the 1900s (that is, 1900-1909), 5 from the 1910s, 5 from the 1920s, 4 from the 1930s, 4 from the 1940s, and 6 from the 1950s! 3 from the 60s, 4 from the 70s, 7 from the 80s, 15 from the 90s, 12 from the new oughts, 17 from the 2010s, and 13 from the 2020s! and three ongoing projects!

and to wrap things up: there are 101 paintings, 12 sculptures, 17 what i’m calling installations (they’re often mixed media or unusual media, i would give examples but i feel like i would bias submissions), 6 photographs, 2 pieces of textile art, and 21 digital arts, drawings, or comics!

#art that fucks you up tournament #mod salix #stats for nerds

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voidchillz · 2 months

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~🌸💖 Chatbot Masterlist! 💖🌸~

While I do have bots on all these sites, I largely will create on Character.Ai, Poe, and Janitor since those are the ones I find are best for creation/use.

If you see a 🔞 next to the website/app name, it does mean the app is intended for 18+ audience so keep that in mind before clicking the links. While none of my bots have greetings that are abjectly nsfw, the site will include a ton more bots that are nsfw or have mature pictures or mentions. Keep safe and be kind 💖

The 🪻 in my tumblr bio means that requests for bots are open! Asks will always be open for everyone with anons on as well, I will reach your request faster if your reach out through the discord which has a request channel. (Requests includes writing one shots/doodles/chatbots. Full drawings, scenery, or sketches are in paid commissions)

The space in the brackets () will either be the prompt basis for specification of greeting or the fanfic that the character was inspired from.

Character.AI -

Undertale Sans (Stargazing)

Undertale Sans V2 (Stargazing) Improved!

Underfell Sans (Drunk)

Underfell Sans V2 (Comfort)

Horrortale Sans (Breakfast)

Mafiafell Sans (Date)

Reaper Sans (Relax)

Red S3ES (Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons)

Skull S3ES (Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons)

iJAG Sans (It’s Just A Game)

Moth Sans (Enclosure)

Skulls (The Skeleton Games)

Dr Baggs (Meeting/Revival)

Drunk Baggs (Hometime)

Copper (Cave Bear)

Swapfell Rus (Tickles)

Kerik V1 (Susan Kay’s Phantom ((Meeting)))

Kerik V3 (Susan Kay’s Phantom ((Persia)))

Poe -

Undertale Sans (Roommate)

Horrortale Sans (Underground)

Horrortale Sans (Surface)

Mafiafell Sans (Date)

Copper (Cave Bear)

Reaper Sans (Relax)

Kerik V1 (Susan Kay’s Phantom ((Meeting)))

Kerik V2 (Susan Kay’s Phantom ((Living w/)))

Spicychat - 🔞

Undertale Sans (Stargazing)

JanitorAI - 🔞

Undertale Sans (Stargazing)

Underfell Sans (Drunk)

Horrortale Sans (Breakfast)

Mafiafell Sans (Date)

Reaper Sans (Relax)

Kerik V3 (Susan Kay’s Phantom ((Persia)))

ChatFAI -

Underfell Sans (Comfort)

Shane Stardew Valley (Meeting/Free Opening)

FlowGPT - 🔞

Undertale Sans (Roommate)

Kerik V1 (Meeting)

CrushOn.AI - 🔞

Undertale Sans (Roommate)

Figgs.AI - 🔞

Undertale Sans (Stargazing)

Here is the Google doc with every link to each bot, the link attached to the site name will be a link to my profile.

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suvidrache · 8 months

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Can I have something written about Baraka being protective and also trying to impress the reader?

Impressed

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 518 | Read it on AO3

Author's Note: Written from MK 11 and past. I do not write for MK 1.

Baraka never felt what it was like to be loved. He was always hated on for being a Tarkatan, a bloodthirsty monster. He was treated like he was, and it was just his species. They weren't all like that. It also wasn't something that could be helped. He, like every other creature, needed to eat. He couldn't help that he had to eat meat. He wanted to be, at the very least, respected and treated like everyone else. He was tired of being an outcast and living in a cave with all the other Tarkatans. They had done nothing to deserve such treatment. He was a loyal follower and a great leader to the Tarkatans. He kept all of them in line and proved himself over and over again. Yet, no one seemed to care simply because of his species. They were just trying to live.

When you first wandered into the realm, he paid little attention to you. You would treat him like everyone else. So, why did it matter how he treated you? However, you were kind. You still tried to be nice to him, and he liked that. Maybe he was getting the wrong message, but he couldn't help but love the attention. He made sure to keep you safe. If there was an issue, he was there to help you. If someone was rude or hurt you, he was quick to pay them back by hurting them. He didn't do it in front of you as he didn't want you to see him as a monster or weird. You didn't know what had happened, but you were glad people were leaving you alone. Baraka also changed his attitude and started treating you better. He wasn't going to pursue it any further until he knew for sure if you liked him or not. You would probably be the first to ask him on a date, and he accepted it. Although, he was slightly confused as to what that was and how that went. The Tarkatans were simple creatures, and dating wasn't a thing for them. You would have to help him out along the way, but you didn't mind, and you were happy to teach him the life of the humans. You had thought about taking him to a restaurant and you asked him about it, which he declined. He had been judged all his life. He couldn't sit in a restaurant with humans staring at him and talking about him. He had a thick skin, but the words still hurt all the same. There was only so much that he could take. He never said anything to you, only a simple no on the restaurant and chose something in a public or private setting. Somewhere, humans wouldn't frequent it, and maybe the two of you would be alone. You were alright with that, and you made him something with primarily meat. You weren't sure what he ate, but he told you meat. So, you tried your best to accommodate his appetite. He did try your food, and he didn't think that it was bad.

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vilochkaaa · 1 year

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As I promised, a post about my favorite little farmer (*∩ω∩)

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so.. i present to attention this boy - his name is Willow

(he's so silly :p)

- was born and lived most of his life in Zuzu. He grew up without a father, with a mother who didn't like him much after the divorce. father left before the baby was born because he didn't want to take responsibility

- when he came of age, he moved out of his mother's house and into a separate apartment. he was forced to go to work at Joja Co. because of financial difficulties.

- moved to Pelican Town not only because of an inherited farm, but also for one good person, his cousin Vivien. (I'll tell you about her someday.)

(I don't know what else to write for his backstory.)

Just silly facts about him, in terms of interests/character:

- A very hyperactive boy with a terribly hot temper. he's quite impertinent, sometimes not following what he says.

- Willow has a little trouble understanding human emotions, and can sometimes take a little silly actions or say silly things that might offend some

- his eye patch is not just a decoration. Willow really has no eye. one incident at Skull Cavern was the reason for that.(Should I describe it...hm)this incident was very significant and affected the life of poor Willow

- Has a special fondness for collecting weird shit. Like, abstract paintings, as if drawn during an acid trip, or some knickknacks

- The Willow's main pride is his collection of knives and daggers, which he finds in caves or at various auctions.(btw he is very good at knife control.)

- he becomes strongly attached to people older than him, as if looking for support in them. (He became very attached to Pierre, considering him his.. father. between them is a very strong bond of kind and understanding father and son :))

[just little sketches with him]

WHAT ELSE TO WRITE ABOUT HIM AAAUUUHHHH😭😭

... if anyone has any questions about this goofball, I'd be happy to answer them (and expand on his bio and etc.)

#maybe i'll draw him more outfits..#stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #sdv #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #art #artist on tumblr #sketch #my oc #my art shit #farmer oc #oc art #vilka post

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jeannereames · 9 months

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I'm new to reading about Alexander the Great, and I read your books first, then Mary Renault's. I like your Hephaistion a lot better, and Olympias (Myrtale), but the two novels were a lot alike in the story itself. I saw at least one reviewer said that yours was like a retelling of hers: "dangerously similar." So I wondered how much her first novel on Alexander influenced yours?

You’re not the first to ask, and the answer is: very little.

When I get that line about my novel being “too much like” Mary Renault’s, or even “fanfic” on Mary Renault, it tells me the reviewer is completely unfamiliar with the ancient sources themselves. For those who are familiar, I never hear this (perhaps because where we differ is obvious).

Unlike the novelist who makes up a completely original plot, when writing historical fiction, at least of this type, there IS a historical thread to follow. I’m not copying Renault. I’m following Plutarch, Diodorus, and, to a lesser degree, Justin. So is she.

Where we “cross” is on the historical elements in the original sources.

If you remove those bits, our two retellings don’t have much in common. Likewise, even in some of the elements from those sources, we differ in interpretations. My novel also begins a good deal later in ATG’s life. We do both end with the same event—I suspect because, when history gives you a “made for Hollywood” incident like the murder of Philip, you don’t turn it down. LOL. Also, for me, it’s the “natural joint” between Alexander-the-prince and Alexander-the-king. Just as the end of Alexander’s stay at Mieza with Aristotle forms the hinge between the two novels—or originally, the hinge between two halves of one novel. (Which is why I was able to divide it in half, when Riptide insisted that I do so in order to publish it, due to its original length.)

But the plain fact is I’d written my own before I’d ever heard of Mary Renault. I backed into Alexander as a result of some grad classes at Emory. He kept popping up in lecture, and I realized I had NO idea who he was. As an English major, I’d read Shakespeare’s “Antony and Cleopatra,” so I knew the “big” Roman-era names. But I’d managed to get out of both high school and my BA at the University of Florida without taking any (real) history classes. Now I was running into mentions of people (and places) with which I was completely unfamiliar.

So, I waltzed over to the Emory library and picked out two bios on Alexander: Nick Hammond’s Alexander the Great: King, Commander, and Statesman, and Peter Green’s Alexander of Macedon (the original version, with pictures…I picked it because it had pictures). As I’ve said elsewhere, I couldn’t have selected two more different views of the conqueror if I’d tried. And that’s what intrigued me…so I kept reading. Then I decided to write a novel about the “making” of him (coming-of-age), and the importance of Hephaistion in his life (because Green was so dismissive of the poor guy). Hephaistion was originally much clearer in my mind. In fact, he’s the (real) protagonist of Dancing with the Lion…certainly for the novel’s first half (Becoming). So I’m glad to hear you liked how I portrayed him.

It was only later that somebody said, “Oh, hey, have you heard of Mary Renault?” English major or no, I hadn’t. I did pick up her novels on Alexander but read only a little way before putting them down precisely because I didn’t want to be influenced by her work. In fact, I read nobody’s novels on him until I finished my original (way too short) rendition. Then I started on the second draft (which turned out to be way too long).

But by that point, my picture of Alexander, and even more so, Hephaistion, was quite set. As was the story I wanted to tell.

So no, Mary Renault’s novels had little impact on the genesis of Dancing with the Lion. But you are not the first person to wonder.

Ironically, Mary Stewart’s Crystal Cave and her subsequent Arthurian Saga had a much greater impact on how I chose to tell Alexander’s story. I did read those as a teen girl, and they fomented a fascination for King Arthur in me that lasted into college. The fact I wound up getting a PhD in Greek history is ironic, as I actively avoided it in high school and (undergrad) college, all my love given to Celtic and Scandinavian myth and history. I still do enjoy Celtic myth, btw. And it was with some amusement that I realized the tale of Alexander and Hephaistion was the foundation for the legend of Arthur and Lancelot. That probably IS part of why Alexander and Hephaistion gripped me so.

So yes, a “Mary” did influence me, but Stewart, not Renault. 😊

#asks #Alexander the Great #Hephaistion #Hephaestion #Mary Renault #Mary Stewart #historical fiction #Classics #tagamemnon #alexander x hephaestion #alexander x hephaistion #ancient sources on Alexander the Great

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