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Cute things couples can do

Prompts

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Pillow fights.

Going for a walk on the lake shore.

A date at a café.

Baking cookies.

Learning to dance.

Painting/drawing together.

Playing an instrument.

Singing together at karaoke.

Tickling each other!

Watching the stars at night.

Watching a film at the cinema.

Watching TV series on the laptop at night and cuddling up.

Cuddling!

Braiding.

Playing board games.

Reading books and discussing.

Daytime naps and cuddling on the sofa.

Swinging on a swing.

Cycling to a common hidden spot.

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How to describe the feeling during on a hot day

*Summer Time!*

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Sweat on the skin.

Dry mouth.

Goosebumps on the skin with irregular spots.

Quick breath.

Possible trouble with eyes/vision.

Tingling in the hands.

Tingling on the cheeks.

Hot cheeks.

Trouble moving/deteriorated condition.

Feelings of tiredness and sleepiness.

Red spots on the cheeks.

A feeling of shortness of breath.

Faster tiredness with simple activities.

Trouble concentrating.

Weak limbs.

Trouble with sleepiness.

Lack of feeling of thirst.

Feeling thirsty despite drinking water.

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List of fantasy creatures

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Elf.

Mermaid. Merman

Siren.

Dryad.

Naiad.

Fairy.

Dwarf.

Phoenix.

Gnome.

Goblin.

Cyclops.

Ogre.

Giant.

Centaur.

Griffin.

Wizard.

Sorceress.

Warlock.

Vampire.

Werewolf.

Ghost.

Minotaur.

Pegasus.

Unicorn.

Dragon.

Chimera.

Hydra.

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List of weapons in a fantasy world

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Sword.

Wand.

Scepter.

Axe.

Bow.

Ice axe.

Poison.

Dagger.

Mace.

Spear.

Shield.

Flail.

Staff.

Quarterstaff.

Warhammer.

Hammer.

Knife.

Sabre.

Lance.

War scythe.

Crossbow.

Sling weapon.

Trident.

Lightning.

Magic.

Cannon.

Battering ram.

Ballista.

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How to write an angry/fearful INFP

I got a message asking if I could write this – here you go :)

It will be subjective and objective (I am an INFP myself).

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INFPs, when nervous, initially defend themselves and avoid conflict. However, when verbally attacked, they can defend themselves fiercely (beliefs and values or themselves).

After an argument, INFPs strive to quickly fix the situation and apologize for their behavior (even if it was not the INFP's fault). They are depressed, angry at themselves for letting their emotions get the better of them. They are very conscience-stricken. They create situations in their head, how it could have all been different and how to apologize.

INFPs get nervous in different ways – it depends on the reason. We are usually irritable and nervous, more sensitive to our own and other people's emotions.

When INFPs are nervous, they immediately want to hide (then they dream away, turn on music or just think) and disappear.

INFPs get angry quite quickly, but they are far from furious. But when the line is crossed, INFPs go crazy and turn into a storm and are unrecognizable, and terrifying. Fortunately, this is rare. Usually INFPs imagine hitting their opponent in the head with a rolling pin - this helps release emotions, but after that they feel remorse.

An aggressive INFP can attack an opponent with words accurately and painfully, but usually does not do this because they immediately see themselves in opponent's place. Our imagination is a limitation and barrier to being absolute advocates of ourselves. This is due to observation and analytical gathering of information.

It depends on the behavior and is subjective, but INFP does not throw plates or chairs – they rather shout and next cry in secret. INFP cannot stand loud shouting and feel bad around noise.

INFPs think in a focused and cold way when angry, but speak chaotically and quickly. Although sometimes slowly and firmly.

A scared INFP is focused and alert. We feel more stimuli then.

The INFP vigilantly observes the surroundings for danger and exit.

A scared INFP creates various situations and possibilities in their imagination. We experience fear strongly. A young INFP (child) is very afraid of monsters under the bed for a very long time and is afraid of them almost to the point of understanding that they do not exist. The INFP is quite naive and believes in a mouse that collects teeth for a long time.

At the same time, during danger, the INFP becomes stable, cautious and often heroic (and even becomes a leader-caregiver for a short time).

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How to describe a real war

These are prompts and descriptions of real events that happen in a real war. There is no censorship here.

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Prompts:

Destruction of infrastructure and cities: during war you should stay away from the city, and places where there are groups of people and places of transport: hospitals, post offices, schools, offices, stadiums, bridges, highways, kindergartens etc.

During the war, thieves rob houses and apartments. Blocks of flats are especially vulnerable to thieves, because this is a buffet for them.

You don't know if you're about to die, because the drones fly very high, and if a bomb falls on you, you won't even know when you're going up in the Heaven.

When the enemy army retreats, it often leaves traps in civilian homes and mines them (it also mines cities and farmland). It sometimes takes years to get rid of landmines.

At the beginning of the war, bodies are buried and honorary funerals are held. Over time, the coffins turn into sheets and blankets, and many bodies are placed in one grave. The longer the war continues, people stop burying bodies and they are left abandoned on the road.

Tanks and trucks run over people and bodies.

Cannibalism from starvation may occur.

People kill people for a piece of food or a coin.

During war, people become calloused and the sight of bodies, blood, entrails, or poverty does not make them want to cry or feel pain; they often feel numb and indifferent.

Bodies lie on the roads, eaten by animals, and torn remains also hang on trees (becouse of bombs).

A very large part of people abandons morality and fights for survival at all costs.

Water is often unsuitable for drinking because it is poisoned (during wars, water is poisoned or bodies are thrown into wells and water reservoirs by enemy troops).

Diseases are common due to lack of hygiene, many injured people and overcrowded shelters.

Being a good and just person during war is very difficult because you often have to make choices between life and moral.

During war, the goverment often takes advantage of situations and do ethnic cleansing in its land, which involves sending young people to the army. At the same time, it may also happen that people murder people of another race/religion in order to take over their land and property.

There is a shortage of water, food and medicine.

Propaganda and disinformation. People outside the war zones will not know what is really happening.

Politics will not help people and victims if they if they do not benefit from it.

Children grow up faster during war and become more responsible. Teenagers and young people age faster: people in their twenties often look as if they were thirty, and people in their forties as if they were sixty.

If soldiers survived the first months of the war, they have a better chance of surviving to the end of the war than those who have just joined now (they are more prepared and more careful and know more than novices).

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Writing Advice

I would like to share my observations and thoughts on writing. I have been writing for 6 years (with small or larger breaks) and so. I hope it will help you.

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Don't press yourself to writing. If you don't have ideas, don't push yourself to write, becouse it would just give you anxiety and even angry.

Have an app on your phone/notebook. Good ideas can come from anywhere.

Write down some loose and lazy ideas. It may help you in writing plots and stories.

Observe people/nature/world/feelings. Write your thoughts and be open.

Write short stories, write on writing challenges, and read prompts.

Read, read and read good books. Like art artists admire old masters, read and admire old books.

Find your writing style – reading books, choose your favorite writing style and polish it, learn it – don't copy it – just learn and try understand it, and create our unique-own style.

Find your genre that you feel comfortable in.

Listen only to constructive criticism. Many people like to criticise, but it doesn't help. Listen only to those who enjoy reading and who like/respect your work.

Don't write curses and swears! Please! You can write something like this: "He looked at him with fury in his shining dark eyes, and his lips began to curse." Simple? *I often abandon books that have swearing in them. I know people who do the same. Don't do that in your story! More people would like to read your story without the dirty words.*

Vanity is bad. Remember that you learn throughout your life.

If you don't have an idea/muse for writing, don't be angry with yourself. Just give yourself a break and time to relax. You can always write another story.

Listen music and write story inspired by it.

Pray to God for ideas. It work for me ;)

Let your interest/hobby inspire you to write! If you like cycling/drawing/horse riding, put it in your story.

When writing characters, try to understand how people behave in certain situations. Try to be realistic and look at your character's age/capabilities. Don't write 15-years-old-girl who is like Einstein-Marilyn Monroe hybrid, and she can defuse a nuclear bomb with a toothpick. Moreover, she is a clumsy gray mouse, but at the same time she is such a sex bomb that Aphrodite could learn the art of seduction from her. Remember that teenagers are clumsy, irritable, perpetually under the influence of hormones and behavioural changes, and often wear a colours of war on their faces :) I mean inches of make-up.

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💙 Fall in love for the first time 💙

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Prompts:

"I-I can feel feelings?!"

"Stop it!" *saying to own heart*

"It's all?"

"Ahhhhhh..." *looking at the love of life*

"Can I breathe? I don't remember how to breathe!!!"

*Touching the chest and feeling own heart beating and blushing on the cheeks*

"I'm in heaven..."

"Nevermind... It's impossible..."

"I can't! No!"

"It can't be!" *staring at the rival and blushing*

"Go back! I order! Go back! *saying this to own heart and mind*

*Screamimg to the world and everyone, that fall in love on somebody *

*Dancing and dreaming about somebody *

*Planning future, wedding, marriage and how many kids wants with this person*

"Stupid mind. And heart."

"Oh." *gasping for the air*

"And what now? What do? What do?"

*Overthinking*

*Smiling and staring obsessively at their love interest*

*Nervously chuckling* "Why is he/she laughing to himself/herself? This is disturbing...I start to worry."

"W-why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh nor."

"Here we go. It had to be, " *saying friend of person who fall in love*

"This smile! This smile! This smile!" *when seeing the crush smiling*

"Why I fall in love right now?!"

"I can't belive what happend..." "What happend?"

"I don't wanna this! Take it from me!"

"Ah, I was waiting for this..." *romantically dreaming and viewing everything brighter and cutest*

*Crying of happiness/sadness*

"Listen... Do you think that can I cut off my heart?" "I think it's very bad idea..."

"This feeling is irrational."

"I think that I'm gonna melt."

"And this is...love?"

"I understand... Nothing. Hello? Somebody help me!" *looking at crush and taking courage* "Can you help me solve my problem?" *smiling and making big sweet eyes with blushing on the cheeks*

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Welcome on my writing blog!

On this blog you will find writing advices, prompts, fanfictions, and original writings.

Who I am? I'm 24 from Poland with Lithuanian roots. I'm interesting on writing romances (platonic, normal, gothic and enemies to lovers), fantasy and dystopia.

Here are five fun facts about me:

I'm a tomboy in a dress.

I love write romances - I hate read romances (I'm mean I have specific taste).

I'm a metalhead but also I love soundtracks.

I love take photos of flowers.

I have too many books for my shelves.

About sending prompts:

You can send to me request for prompts – currently I'm open! The same option is in my second art blog for drawing request (If I have time and request is interesting but often is).

🤍 What I write:

Writing advices

Romance prompts

Nature/weather prompts

MBTI prompts

Fantasy prompts

Sci-fi/dystopian prompts

Feeling prompts

*only safe prompts! I can also write dark dystopian scenarios/prompts but not too brutal or nsfw*

My writings (prompts, originals and fanfictions) you can also find on my wattpad.

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How to write an INFP (Guide written by the INFP)

I decided share with my observations, toughts and opinions about an INFP. There's in internet a lot of memes/prompts/other things about this character but it's often stereopical. Sooo, I want to share something form me – hope that it would help for creating an INFP character well.

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Prompts:

We are not a crybabies. For example: if a lot of people watch emotional movie (for example Titanic) and cry on this, the INFP often rolls the eyes and moan or think something like that: "Maybe I'm heartless? Or maybe they are pretending? Or maybe is something wrong with me? Or maybe this move is boring?" We will cry faster becouse of a trampled flower, a burnt meadow, a dewastated ancient building – or just becouse of seeing a rainbow in the sky or shining dew.

In the other hand, an broken or unhealthy INFP can cry often, but also can be rude and passive.

Honestly, the INFP have stoic and often emotionless face – you never will discover what real happen behind this mask. I often hear: "Why are you never smiling?" Or "Something happend?"

We overthinking. Too much. We are overhelmed by thoughts.

Ah, we love to think. INFP is not a mindless hippie. We have an analítical mind and we love to analyze everything and everyone – even out of boredom or curiosity.

INFP knows how to copy* other people's behavior, other people's point of view, and is able to get into someone else's shoes – we don't* do it for any evil purpose – just becouse out of curiosity and the desire to understand something. We are good actores and we are flexible but we are not fake – we don't pretend anything to everyone.

We have strong morals. We believe in one truth, and a healthy INFP believes (or want to belive – if is unhealthy or broken) in that, is the good and the evil in the world – there's not a gray zone. You are on one side – you are good, or you are evil – the good cannot do evil, and the evil cannot do good. This is example of thinking of an INFP.

Oh, and we not understand or rather – we despise people who change their values and views depending on the situation. Even if we disagree with someone's worldview, we understand that someone has reasons for having such a point of view. But when someone changes everything to please someone else or do it for money – an INFP despises this person but won't show this (or will show this in bad day).

INFP will defend their opinions and values to death (of themselves or someone :')

Adult INFP often or rather, always (but not always in everyone) will lost faith in humanity – but don't they say it – or like me, will show this for everyone ;) laughing is the best cure for broken heart.

We love to dream! INFP like to dream about a better world or want to escape from this world to their world – for various reasons: boredom, tiredness, a desire to escape from troubles and stress, or to rest. But most often is it becouse we quickly lose interest in the gray world and look for another one – one that will have our values.

INFP is cute and sweet type or dark and badass. Or can be both.

We are sensitive but we don't like to show it becouse we are afraid of being mocked. For this reason, we do not want to share our dreams and desires that we keep deep inside. If we're talking about it, we talk to someone that we trust very much.

Anyway, the INFP can sometimes, depending on emotions or situations, be cold and insensitive.

We are introvertics but if in the front of people who we likes, we turned into extravertics and talks and laughs a lot.

We want and we love to help for people who we love.

We want to show a warm feelings to people, and we envy other extroverts for thier social skills, but at the same time we are reserved and cold. Yet we are soft inside.

INFPs often blame themselves for simple things, falls and failures, accusing themselves of being too sensitive and moral. But we are also proud of having our own ideals and morality, at the same time.

INFP can be out going, playful and adaptable.

In the other hand, the INFP sometimes in bad times can be rude, stubborn (in this case some INFP can be proud of this), proud and ironic.

We love deep talks and we hate small talks – the INFP feels in this last one very awkward and want to disapear.

We isolate from others becouse we are tired and we need rest. We like quiet places.

INFP is very idealistic type – try be better version of themselves and want do good for the world. But often do small but big things for the family or the friends. We don't like big attentions (sometimes – we like to get praise but not very attentional, becouse feel awkward).

INFP is an artistic soul – draws, write, decores etc. – likes manual or intelectual work. We like people who like this too.

INFP often in their writing or drawing, show their values or opinions.

INFP often think that maybe is the INFJ or even the INTJ – becouse of their analitical mind and often cold nature, it's easy make mistake and be confuse.

We take everything too much personally.

INFP outside looks stubborn, cold, proud and passive.

INFP is loyal and wants the same from others.

INFP love and dream about old fashion romance. Often like dominant types (but healthy dominant – but it is subjective and everyone has their own taste).

I will write other post about love between INFP and the other's MBTI.

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Fear Prompts:

Prompts for horrors, angst moments or moments before math test :)

The air you breathe does not fill your lungs.

Stinging under the breasts/stinging in the ribs.

Pain in the jaw and throat.

Difficulty breathing, throat tight.

Hand shaking.

Sweating.

Numbness, slow reaction/hyperactivity, acute concentration, fueled by fear and adrenaline.

Concentration disorder.

Problems with movement, numbness in legs and arms.

Chest pain that makes it impossible to walk.

Feeling like crying, eyes burning with tears.

Rapid breathing.

Fast heartbeat.

Speech problems, numb tongue.

Paleness/red flush from nerves.

Gooseflesh.

Dry mouth.

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Early morning near or in the forest and the meadow, prompts:

In spring and in summer, in 4-6 a.m a birds are singing very strong and loud.

Birds don't flies too much, they are sitting on theirs nest.

It could be misty, gray-blue light floats in the air.

The air can be sharp near, but the further, the air become thick, and the view become blurry, gray.

The sky have gray blue tone.

The sky has few stars, which are blurry, indistinct.

The leaves of the trees have an ash colour mixet with green-blue colour.

Skin colour have blue tone, pale and fresh.

The air sting the face.

It's quiet.

The trees mute the sounds from road.

If you are in a forest clearing or meadow, distant sounds come faster and are louder.

You can hear the sound of the wind, but in the forest, you don't feel it, only the trees are moving on the tops.

When the sun rises, the dew shines on the spider web and on plants, like crystals.

If its winter spring, or rather, very early spring, when the sun rises, white frost on the ground shines like stars under the influance of light.

In summer, fog swirls in the ground's pits and meadows, rising in strips.

When the sun rises, when there is fog, the sun is misty, red and gold.

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The knight and the princess PROMPTS. (He is serious and sad, she is delicate and charming)

Fluffy and cute

Knight:

He takes his duty - to protect the princess - seriously and he gets upset when the princess sometimes disappears without a word in the gardens (very large gardens).

He doesn't say much, and he won't say it openly, but he likes being in the gardens with her, and he likes watching when she weave flowers into her hair.

And she weave flowers into his hair too.

He teaches her to defend herself with a sword - he recognizes that she should also defend herself if something happened to him and he was unable to defend her.

Secretly, he loves kissing her hands for "good morning" and "good night".

He often covers her with his cloak against the cold and rain.

"Don't worry, princess, your hands will get stronger and you will be able to hold and use the sword more steadily," when again the princess almost decapitated him with her sword.

Princess:

Dreamy soul.

She would like to show the knight that she knows how to use weapons, which sometimes ends with disastrous results.

Her smile and laughter melts the knight's heart.

She knows how to dress wounds and knows herbs, and after fights she dresses his wounds.

She blushes at the sight of his bare arms and scars.

She usually speaks to him a lot, but always the way what he would like, as if she knew his thoughts.

She has a crush on him, but she doesn't say it - he has a crush on her too.

She kisses his forehead often.

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The Lost Love

Maedhros x Elf-Maiden

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He saw her. He saw her dancing on the grasslands of Valinor. Her hair, which absorbed the glow of the Two Trees, was imprinted on his mind. His father begged once Galadriel to share her hair, which on them were the bright hidden within it; he himself wanted to beg for one, the smallest hair from her braids, of this beautiful maiden who was floating above the ground.

He didn't have the courage to ask her name. And he wanted to know it so badly. He was trying to get to her. Through the crowd of dancing elves, through the gardens that paved his way, he had to delay meeting the beautiful elf-maiden for some time.

The next opportunity came in the next days, but as soon as he saw her, he lost his courage, his tongue hardened, his lips closed, and he lowered his eyes out of shyness, making him feel ashamed of himself; he, the prince, is afraid to approach a beautiful and young maiden!

However, he gathered his courage and spent many days creating a beautiful speech about his fiery feeling, a poem about her beauty, about her sweetness like the nectar of the flowers of the garden of Lorien.

The day he gathered his courage turned out to be the day of his undoing.

Then there was only fire and the pursuit of honor.

Then betrayal and pain.

He couldn't leave his brothers and he only watched the ships burn; its burned like his heart with pain, knowing that the hope of seeing her face, her small figure trembling on the other side, burned with them.

He wanted to scream and cry about it, to tear out his hair, burning like blood, like spilled blood from the blade of his sword.

He decided to complete the mission faster. He wanted to see her on the other shore, holding his father's Silmarils, lifting them up with his brothers to reconcile the warring families, to end the conflict. And see her face. And ask her for forgiveness.

However, he had to complete a mission that led to further failures. Another unnecessary blood shed. He wanted to end this suffering faster, which soon led him to captivity. When he was chained to the rock, after the torture, he thought about her, comforting himself with a fatal hope. About her lips like rose petals, about her smile, about her twinkle in her eyes in which the light of Varda's stars was hidden.

However, no tears flowed from his gray and lifeless eyes because the dry wind tugged and plowed his face with its claws, marking it and his body with more and more scars. But how afraid he was of death! He was afraid of the dark, afraid of the darkness without stars, without the light above his forehead.

Suddenly, the aching elf saw the coming rescue and another pain. His deliverance paid for in blood. His hand. A hand that wanted to feel the delicacy and smoothness of her hair, her wonderful hair and the softness of her skin... To hold her hand in his, stroking and enjoying her touch...

But this remains only in his mind.

In his dream. Until the dream became reality.

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I almost year ago published this short fanfiction in my other blog. I re-writed this again and put on here.