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When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To

✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.

✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.

✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.

✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.

✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.

✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.

✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.

✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.

✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.

✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.

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because, be cause.

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this was originally reposted by one of those stupid repost accounts but i like the image so much so im stealing it. its mine now. on my blog. without reblogging the repost account

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i swear to whatever the hell runs this hellhole of a universe the next time i find out somebody amazing who i follow isn't doing too well i'm just gonna become a bilionare and pay for everybody's therapy

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im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

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was bored and suddendly wrote up a little tidbit of a song. Any thoughts? :^

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Scared to Run - Submitted by: freshfragrantegg

#AC141C #CC4C04 #EC8C14 #DCCCBC #644C34 #3C240C #541C4B

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the Woman Part is hurting but the red sea ended the other day. stop it.

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Being a woman in the olden days must’ve been so cool!!

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Being a woman in the olden days must’ve been so cool!!

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Hey guys let me tell you about advance fee scams

I hope y'all are familiar with these in this day and age, especially my artists out there, because they're incredibly common.

TL:DR: ANY kind of structure where you supposedly get money but have to give some of it back to someone should twig your scam radar, frankly. (re: @elljayvee)

About half an hour ago I posted a drawing and tagged it #artists on tumblr, and very quickly received this comment.

My scam radar went off immediately, due to the generic blog name and lack of any emotion in the comment, but I decided it might be an entertaining venture so I dmed them. They asked for a drawing "of these", and sent me a random selfie. I got the details and told them it would be $15, and they promptly offered me $300. At this point I know it's a scam, but I play along for funsies and give them my paypal. Shortly, they send me this image for "confirmation" (I blocked out my email)

And they began to insist that I checked my email. I looked in my spam folder and found the following email.

This is fake. This is not a thing. And the "you're to refund the $200.00 back" is the scam. They send vaguely official-looking emails at you to "prove" that they sent you the money, then have you send them $200 (or however much the scam is for). Then, surprise surprise, you're out $200.

I continued to play along for a bit, and in the second email "Paypal" told me that I had to refund the $200 before they could "credit the $300 to my account", along with these lovely threats.

And yeah, it's silly. But it's not silly if you don't know and get scammed. So. Spread, please! And thank you very much to @mlaurel for the opportunity to get these screenshots.

Anyone can be scammed, police, doctors, professors, cynics. The only thing they have in common is that they dont believe they could be scammed because they're too smart or savvy. ALL it takes is the right bait at the right time. (re: @evercaptor)

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Scrolled past the "drunk on ale vs. drunk on mead" post again, and coming from a culture where people do still make mead, and whether or not it's alcoholic or not is a delicate balance that takes skill, I can attest that mead drunk really is different. Like you know how wine drunk is relaxed, languid and romantic, and beer drunk is a cozy blurry buzz, but mead drunk is Starting Problems On Purpose kind of drunk.

Not angry or aggressive type of drunk (tbh I don't think Booze That Makes You Angry is a thing, people who are angry when they're drunk just have anger problems and an excuse), but an euphoric sudden desire to have some fucking drama. Highly energetic drunkass delight of making a bad choice to make shit happen. Either by climbing somewhere really really high and breaking something when you fall, or stirring shit with people just to start shit.

Most people who make mead for mayday try their best to make it non-alcoholic.

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How to Write a Character Who Feels Like Throwing Up

When fear, dread, or guilt gets sickening—literally—your character is consumed with a gut-clenching feeling that something is very, very wrong. Here's how to write that emotion using more than the classic "bile rose to the back of their throat".

Start with the Stomach

This isn’t just about discomfort. It’s about a complete rebellion happening inside their body.

Their stomach twists like a knot that keeps pulling tighter

A cold sweat beads on their neck, their palms, their spine

Their insides feel sludgy, like everything they’ve eaten is suddenly unwelcome

They double over, not from pain, but because sitting still feels impossible

Add Sensory Overload

Vomiting isn’t just a stomach reaction—it’s the whole body.

Their mouth goes dry, and then too wet

Their jaw tightens, trying to contain it

A sudden heat blooms in their chest and face, overwhelming

The back of their throat burns—not bile, but the threat of it

Breathing becomes a conscious effort: in, out, shallow, sharp

Emotional Triggers

Nausea doesn’t always need a physical cause. Tie it to emotion for more impact:

Fear: The kind that’s silent and wide-eyed. They’re frozen, too sick to speak.

Guilt: Their hands are cold, but their face is flushed. Every memory plays like a film reel behind their eyes.

Shock: Something just snapped inside. Their body registered it before their brain did.

Ground It in Action

Don’t just describe the nausea—show them reacting to it.

They press a fist to their mouth, pretending it’s a cough

Their knees weaken, and they lean on a wall, pretending it’s just fatigue

They excuse themselves quietly, then collapse in a bathroom stall

They swallow, again and again, like that’ll keep everything down

Let the Consequences Linger

Even if they don’t actually throw up, the aftermath sticks.

A sour taste that won’t leave their mouth.

A pulsing headache

A body that feels hollowed out, shaky, untrustworthy

The shame of nearly losing control in front of someone else

Let Them Be Human

A character feeling like vomiting is vulnerable. It's real. It’s raw. It means they’re overwhelmed in a way they can’t hide. And that makes them relatable. You don’t need melodrama—you need truth. Capture that moment where the world spins, and they don’t know if it’s panic or flu or fear, but all they want is to get out of their own body for a second.

Don't just write the bile. Write the breakdown.

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20 Ways to Show Extreme Fear in Your Writing

As I dive into researching signs of fear for my horror WIP, I wanted to share some of the most compelling and visceral reactions I’ve come across. Whether you’re writing a chilling scene or crafting a character’s panic, these 20 signs of fear can help bring tension and realism to your story.

Physical Reactions

Hyperventilating — sucking in air but never feeling like it’s enough

Chest tightens — feels like a weight or hands pressing down

Limbs shaking violently, knees buckling

Complete loss of muscle control — collapsing or unable to stand

Cold sweat soaking through clothes

Heart hammering so hard they feel it in their throat or head

Tunnel vision — the world narrowing down to one terrifying focal point

Ringing in the ears or sudden deafness, like the world drops away

Dizziness / feeling faint / vision blurring

Dry mouth — unable to speak or even scream

Uncontrollable Behavior

Screaming / sobbing / gasping — involuntary vocal outbursts

Panic run — bolting without thinking, tripping over everything

Clawing at their own skin / chest / throat — like trying to escape their body

Begging / pleading out loud even if no one’s there

Repeating words or phrases — “No, no, no” / “This isn’t happening”

Hiding instinctively — diving under tables, closets, or corners

Desperate grabbing — reaching for someone, anything solid

Loss of bladder or bowel control (for extreme terror)

Total mental shutdown — frozen, slack-jawed, staring blankly

Memory blackout — later can’t recall what happened during the worst moment

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uhm. thing. Reply/rb with more or less specific stuff you like to do to your characters

tw - vomiting

I have a thing for making my mind homonculi sick. And by that I mean throw their guts up, nearly. standing or kneeling over a toilet, hanging on for dear life as whatever is in their stomach POURS out. Bonus if there's their worried friend outside or having to hold their hair back. And just when they think it's over and they can take a breath - nope. There it goes again.

Wheter it's food poisoning, reflex from something they dislike or crying too much, I LOVE LOVE LOVE doing it. :)

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not a prompt but ^^^

Micheal and I walked into the local, my hands in my pockets whilst his gripping his notebook and pen tight. "As if this town couldn't get any weirder..."

We sat down at a table, quietly, before I turned to the lonely man in the one next to ours. "Excuse me? May I ask about the owner of this place?"

"ah.. The Owner? She is an oddball, for sure! But well-loved here yes..."

"...alright."

I could see Mike shift uncomfortably in his seat. He clearly had a particular dislike for this place, and it wasn't to blame on him; the lights flickered off completely every now and then for a split second, you'd miss it if you blinked, and said lights were also positioned in such a way that there barely were any shadows.

The place had an odd, distinct smell to it; something like an odd mix of pool water, frying oil, flowers and rot. But it was so subtle, one could easily mistake it for blank.

An old radio sat on a shelf by the entrance, playing a familiar yet unsettling song with completely incoherent words and on tune yet just wrong melodies.

A woman approached us after just a bit too long, wearing a uniform. I just assumed she was the owner, since barely anyone works there. "what can I catch ya?" she asked with a cheerful facade. Her back could bend forward just a bit too much for comfort, but it wasn't that odd from the rest of the things there.

Micheal spoke before I could just to get his side of the order out before mine. "I'll, uhm, have a salad... I'm not feeling well.-"

"And for you?"

"Just an omelette, thanks.

And- hey, do you mind if I ask your name?"

" ," She answered simply.

"E- excuse me? I don't- I don't think I quite heard you right the first time, could you say that again?"

"My name is ."

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.