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paranoia-art · 9 days
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◦•◦Need Unique Troop Writing Prompts? I got you!◦•◦
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ No bed troop. (They end up sleeping on the floor, person B sleeping on person A's chest as a pillow/mattress)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Book Store AU (Its like coffee AU but like at a book store. Person A owns the place and person B practically lives there.)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Office Rivals
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Racer AU (The thrill in trying to beat your competitors mixed with the love and laughter shared between them)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Sweet X Sour Characters (Person A has to apologise to everyone for Person B)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ 2 influences exs getting revenge (Both Influncers end up discarding there loyal partners who've been with them through thick and thin, decided to team up and get revenge on them both, end up falling in love.)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Newly married couple but one of them is hiding a super dark secret.
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Artist X Serial Killer (The artist likes to draw out gore-ish scenes and the killer loves to recreate it)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Detective X Writer (But the writer's sibling/Ex/friend is a murderer and recreates there work and the Detective has to unsolved it. EXTRA POINTS IF THE MURDERER IS SOMEONE WHOS OBSESSED WITH THE WRITER AND THE DETECTIVE HAS TO PROTECT THEM)
╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Villain X Hero's Ex (Hero sacrificed their partner for the world but the villain had other plans. EXTRA POINTS IF THE EX COMES BACK AS A EVEN STRONGER VILLAIN)
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If you have any questions or wish for specific types of troops/prompts/websites/etc, don't hesitate to ask!
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karnaca78 · 4 months
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That Moby Dick post rewired my brain. Now it's cursed with thoughts of a Bloodborne fanfic about those idiots who hunted Kos thinking she was a whale. What if one of them knew and just had the most enormous grudge.....
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jtkys · 6 months
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Sometimes I get so attached to the way one specific writer portrays a character that I can no longer read works that aren’t theirs because it’s not as pleasing even if it’s the SAME GODDAMN CHARACTER
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roseburning · 4 months
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Writing Prompt
Writing Prompt (that I desperately want to read, please): The for whatever magical reason, Villain is turned back into a child, and the Hero ends up taking care of Kid!Villain but then he see how much scared Kid!Villain is, perhaps afraid of being hit or something like that, and he realizes how much trauma the Villain had endured at such a young age.
BONUS POINTS: Eventually, when the Villain goes back to normal and they meet again in the battlefield, there's that awkwardness because the Hero doesn't want to fight to fight that kid but he knows he has to stop the Villain, meanwhile the Villain doesn't want to harm the Hero because that's technically the only good parent figure he ever had.
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Hi guys!Sorry for the inactivity,I've been a tad to busy recently 💗💗
I need reqs since I ran out of ideas & dk what to write! Feel free to req:angst,fluff,hc's,oneshots,multiple part stories,smuts with or without plot,and more.
Make sure to check what I write for,that's all!Do feel free to rq!I'll try my best to write more since my spring break is soon!
Have a lovely day/evening/night and ty for reading!
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losingallchill · 1 year
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i’m mentally ill
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major tags: zenix/vylad , minecraft diaries , angst , hurt no comfort , unrequited love , past relationship word count:  1,731 summary:  the last of zenix's humanity clings to vylad. vylad doesn't want anything to do with him anymore. zenix can't blame him. how can he expect to be forgiven when he feels no remorse at all for the things he's done? that doesn't stop him from foolishly loving vylad still.
aka he loved him once, and that’s all he’ll ever know for the rest of his immortal soul
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absolutely-batshit · 1 year
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first post i'm writing i swear i promise
no one follows me yet but i swear i'm writing some scarian for an au that i'm obsessed with i have content i promise
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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evidently-endless · 17 days
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i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.
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so-many-ocs · 5 months
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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angeldustanalog · 18 days
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how cut heart out own chest -MD -surgery -medical -training “still beating” “the blood runs down my face like an unopened glass bottle that hits the carpeted rumpus room floor at exactly the wrong angle and shatters everywhere and now the shag carpet is irrevocably endowed with weaponry of its own and no one should ever feel safe or comfortable Again”
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daisywords · 7 months
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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jezs-magic-art-spot · 27 days
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Im finally back in school and am taking a writing class. I already know I’m overthinking the first short story we have to write. The prompt is: one scene, two characters, and something with the dialogue I can’t recall at the moment. I have this idea for a relationship between two characters being the topic of their conversation, being that it might change from platonic to romantic but they quickly decide to keep it platonic. Their depth would be told more in the exposition, so I want to keep their dialogue tip toeing around what they are actually trying to say. They get stuff across, but leave out a lot. I think Ima just write something up and see if I hate it and if so I’ll go wit something else. If not I’ll edit it and just turn it in cause it’s just the first one and I don’t want to over think this like I usually do.
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abyssalofflame · 2 months
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— You're no good for me
But baby, I want you, I want, 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Why can't I have you?
She looked up the starry night sky. Crescent moon hungs above casting a soft glow at them. She swallowed the words which left unspoken. Her gaze landed on the man beside her who already had his eyes on her. His eyes were sharp which didn't let her see through him.
"Sometimes I look at you and wonder how could anyone be so perfect"
She remarked cheekily.
He sighed softly.
"I can't be imperfect" 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪
She turned her gaze away and again stared at the moon.
"But..."
It came almost as a whisper only for him to hear.
"It's ridiculous the things you do to me, I can never put in words. My brain goes blank when I look at you. A restlessness creeps my heart."
"It wouldn't hurt to say that I love you"
He shuts his eyes closed and gulped. He didn't replied. She didn't dare to face him nor he dared to respond. Instead he lowered on the ground on his knees. He tenderly held her ankle removing her heels.
He had noticed the discomfort in her legs. His touch was careful yet distant. He still did not respond.
He swooped her in his arms not letting her legs touch the dirty ground. His eyes looked empty as ever.
"You shouldn't repeat this words ever again"
His words were harsh. But yet she smiled foolishly.
"You shouldn't forget that I have no regrets to love you"
He avoided her gaze. She felt her heart shattering but she let herself fall because he will catch her, he always will.
"I could not even dare to dream to have my owner. You're just employer and I'm just employee, My lady"
Maybe we are no good.
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freshdishs · 2 months
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“…just what are you?” a voice pierced the air, marveling at the sight before them.
the answer was immediate, engulfing the rest of what remained with an inexplicable feeling of fear, and truth, and nothingness all the same. it was uttered softly; weakly even, but with it held the force of a hundred armies. “a slave to my creation.”
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