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Merry Christmas! For those you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you still have a happy holiday.

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This is one beautiful story!

You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

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The Gorgon was said to be so hideous that it turned those who looked at its eyes to stone. You are staring it down and not turning to stone..?

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So true!! 😅

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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Hoisting herself up into the branches, she heard her name be called. Looking around, she couldn't locate where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

This is a writing thread where anyone is able to join and continue the prompt. Feel free to reblog and add your own twist.

The grass tickled her feet, and the mud coated her toes as she walked across the field. The wind stung her face, ceasing only when she the big apple tree.

It was old and no longer bore fruit. It had been her friend when no one else was there. The sturdy branches helped her climb the familiar path up the tree. The comfort of the leaves blocked out the noise and cares of the world.

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This is a writing thread where anyone is able to join and continue the prompt. Feel free to reblog and add your own twist.

The grass tickled her feet, and the mud coated her toes as she walked across the field. The wind stung her face, ceasing only when she the big apple tree.

It was old and no longer bore fruit. It had been her friend when no one else was there. The sturdy branches helped her climb the familiar path up the tree. The comfort of the leaves blocked out the noise and cares of the world.

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Prompt 4 - Glitter Bomb

"Don't you dare do that, Henchman," Supervillian snarled.

"I'm going to do it, and you can't stop me!" Henchman said.

"It's a stupid idea. We are all going to suffer!"

"I know!"

Henchman smiled the same way her boss does when they are about to purposely annoy their favorite civilian. Giggling, she tossed the glitter all over her boss's office. Bolting out the door, she left a glitter trail in her wake. Supervillian raced after her.

"In my office is one thing. All over the base is a whole other! If you don't stop, you'll be cleaning the mess!"

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Two main things inspired my current WIP: the game Undertale (and the Fandom around it) and the four base elements (water, fire, earth, air).

I started with it once I started doodling some headshots for possible OCs. I drew an air elemental called Yuno Iven. I adored her look and decided to give friends that were in the other 3 elements.

My question for the reblogers: Do you have a self-insert OC? If so, who are they?

OKAY!

WRITEBLRS if you're seeing this, you're legally obligated to reblog with an answer, and then a new question for the next person!

Here's the start:

Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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"Hero, tell me why you never go in the castle unless you are called," Villian asked as they dodged the punch Hero threw at them.

"I can't tell you that."

"Suure you can. I tell you things that you haven't used against me."

"Most of what you told were lies. The only thing that was true was where you live--" Hero stopped mid sentence when Villian punched them in the gut knocking the wind out of them.

They stumbled back a few steps and reached out to touch the corner of the nearest building to stabilize themself. A smirk flickered on Villian's face as they grabbed Hero's arm.

"Tell me what does he do to you? Why would rather fight with me to than be in the castle?"

After a moment to regain their breath, Hero said, "P-part of it is because I like you."

"What?" The Villians smirk faltered for a second, "That can't just be it."

Genuinely good hero who works for a morally questionable king…

The people adore them, but Villain can’t help but wonder why Hero spends so much time out of the castle.

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Prompt 3 - Enraged

"Do you really not know who I am?"

"You're the one who comes in right before closing and throws a big scene."

The villian started back in disbelief at the civilian who was talking back to them. They were just here together a cheap microwaveable meal before they went back home. The fight with Hero took a toll on them and they just needed rest.

"Just grab what you need, pay, and leave. I am fed up with complaints about you."

"How dare you! I am Villian and I can blow this store up if I wish."

"Leave."

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Prompt 2 - Evacuate

The fire alarm rang through the building as everyone rushed to get outside. Step one was done. Villian started to execute step two in his plan. Once the doors locked, he turned off the fire alarm. Outside the window the firefighters pull up. There was no fire in the building; there was only him.

A bang pierce the silence in the hall. The tiniest flinch Villian gave went unnoticed by Hero. They held the pistol aimed at Villians heart.

"That was a warning shot, Villian." Hero snarled.

"For a moment I didn't think you'd show," Villian turned to face them.

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Understandably, I was freaked out. I had never been to jail before, at least from what I know of. Why was I in jail? What did I do? Did someone possess my body when I fell asleep? Why would someone even want to possess me? I had so many questions pileling and pileling. No answers were coming nor did I expect any to come right away.

Worry and fear enveloped me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it was just a nightmare.

I shut them for only what felt like a few minutes. Instead of the jail cell around me, I saw a comfortable and familiar place. I was back home!

The experience that just happened was too strange to forget about. I looked up was ways to stop sleep walking and went to therapy. Slowly and surely the sleep walking diminished and the bruises disappeared. Every few months a new bruise appeared reminding me of the jail.

You sleepwalk. Occasionally, you wake up sore, bruised, and with more money than you remember. Today, you wake up in jail, with a note in your own handwriting: “My bad. Hang tight, I have a plan.”

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Prompt 1 --- Last Ditch Effort

"I'm impressed by you," Superhero softly said.

"Yeah, yeah," Supervillian's sidekick scoffed, "You'll be shocked by my sister's ability over mine."

She pushed Superhero roughly farther down the hall towards Supervillian's door. Tripping over a small rock, Superhero fell unable to catch herself with her arms bound behind her.

"You are surprisingly strong for someone so frail looking."

"I'm not in the mood for such vain flirtatious approaches. Supervillian is waiting for you." She yanked Superhero up and dragged her to the door. "She'll be much harder to convince to let you go than I am. Good luck!"