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GerEng Week 2024 - Day 2

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Prompt: Cardverse || Sick Day

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng + Minor Sufin

Word Count: 744

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Good Hands

When Arthur had first agreed to this arranged marriage with the King of Hearts, he hadn’t had high hopes. Sure, it would save Spades, but the current King of Hearts didn’t have the highest reputation when it came to friendly socialization. And Ludwig only proved those rumours true at first with his cold demeanour.

But really, Ludwig was just awkward and hid a soft heart underneath a cool yet collected facade. This reveal led to a blossoming friendship between the two.

Today, they were supposed to go on a tour of Hearts and further get to know each other. But Ludwig didn’t come down for breakfast that morning. Feliciano, The Jack of Hearts, had informed him that Ludwig woke up feeling ill and would probably not be able to do the tour.

“I can take you if you’d like,” Feliciano suggested, “Or even the Queen.”

Arthur smiled politely. “Oh no thank you. We can just postpone. At least for now.”

He ate his eggs and bacon quietly, hoping he didn’t look as disappointed as he felt.

“It’s nothing serious, I hope,” Arthur added after a moment.

Feliciano just smiled and waved his hand. “Oh, not at all. He just has been getting bouts of illness recently. I think it’s all the stress he puts himself under. I’m sure he’ll be right as rain after a few days rest.”

“I see…”

Something didn’t feel quite right. Ludwig had a nasty cough since he met the man. And Feliciano’s smile seemed just a little too tight. Perhaps there was an underlying condition Ludwig hadn’t felt comfortable exposing yet.

Arthur wouldn’t push of course, but he still wanted to check on him. Perhaps they could do the ‘get to know each other’ part of their plan.

After he finished his breakfast, Arthur headed up to Ludwig’s bedroom. The two guards bowed to him as he approached the door. “Is the king awake?”

They both shrugged. “We’re not sure,” one spoke, “The Queen asked for no one to enter other than the occasional maid with food and drink.”

Arthur deflated slightly, his stomach sinking. Why would no one be allowed to enter?

“But,” the other guard cut in, “I’m sure there is an exception for his betrothed, right Berwald?”

“Timo…” Berwald warned.

“Come on. You’d want me by your side would you not?

Berwald sighed. “Okay…”

Arthur smiled, polite, yet also relieved. “Thank you. Really. I promise I come with all good intentions. I’m just worried about him.”

The two guards gave him a nod as Arthur quietly entered.

“Who’s there?” came a raspy voice from the shadows.

“It’s me…Arthur…” Arthur called back softly. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Mm…No. I got a pounding headache that won’t let me sleep.”

Arthur clicked his tongue and slowly approached the bed. In the dim pale light, Arthur could see the blotchy fever in Ludwig’s cheeks. He pressed a hand to Ludwig’s forehead.

“Quite the fever too,” Arthur noted. He turned to the side table which had a dish of cool water and a cloth. When he went to soak the cloth he found the water lukewarm. Tutting to himself he casted a simple enchantment making the water permanently cool.

Gently he draped the cool cloth over Ludwig’s forehead. “There,” he murmured, “That should help both the fever and the headache.”

Before Arthur could move his hand away, Ludwig placed his hand over his. Arthur froze.

“I’m glad you are here,” Ludwig murmured, looking up at him with glassy eyes, “I feel better already.”

Arthur’s heart fluttered rapidly as the words echoed in his ears. He shook his head. Ludwig was just delirious with fever. He yanked his hand back, holding it close to his chest.

“Get some rest,” he instructed, “You should be right as rain in no time.”

Arthur went to get up, but Ludwig grabbed his arm. Arthur looked back wide-eyed, too stunned to speak.

“Please…Stay…” Ludwig pleaded, voice raspy and soft.

When Arthur met his eyes, any protest dissipated. Such a strong man left so fragile. If he could offer any comfort, who was Arthur to deny that?

“Okay. As long as you rest.”

A couple of hours later, Feliciano came by to check on the king. What he hadn’t expected to see was Ludwig and Arthur fast asleep, Ludwig’s head resting on Arthur’s shoulder and Arthur’s arm wrapped around Ludwig. Feliciano smiled to himself as he turned away, knowing the king was in good hands.

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GerEng Week 2024 - Day 4

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Prompt: Trapped || Nations Revealed

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 957

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Public Eye

It had been almost three centuries since nation personifications had been in the public eye. After too many years of persecution from superstitious humans, it was widely agreed that nations would become the things of myth only known by very few as was required for them to do their duties. 

Ludwig had never been in the public eye, coming into a world where they had long been hiding. 

So when they suddenly became public again due to internet sleuths piecing together their history and bosses wanting to take advantage of this virality to push the morale and loyalty of the people, Ludwig quickly found himself drowning. 

He had never been much for social situations unless he could keep the conversation strictly to business. Being hounded by journalists wherever he went, asking questions about things he did not know or things that no one needed to know was his worst nightmare. 

Word travelled fast in the 21st century. It was only a matter of time before people started tracking down where the world meetings were in hopes of catching sight of these legendary nation people. 

Which was why Ludwig was now trapped in the bathroom of the meeting hall, gripping onto the sink for dear life as he tried to settle his breathing.  

“You alright? ” someone asked, making Ludwig jump.

Arthur stood in the doorway , brows knitted together. 

“Get out… ” Ludwig gritted. He stared at his contorted face in the mirror. 

“Ludwig. ” 

“GET OUT !”

Arthur was silent for a moment, air suffocating with tension. 

“Let’s  try this again, ” Arthur finally said, “ What’s wrong ?”

“Nothing .”

“That grip says otherwise .”

“What does it matter to you ?”

“Can’t I be a decent human being for once ?”

“Well …”

Arthur scoffed. “ Don’t be like that .”

“Then get out .”

Arthur sighed. “ Look…We can do this all day. You’re the last one here. I’m not just going to leave you behind with that mob outside .”

Ludwig tensed at the mention of the crowd. 

A small ‘ ah ’ escaped Arthur. Gently he placed a hand on Ludwig’s shoulder. “ How about we walk out together? I’ll handle the journalists. ” 

Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut. “ I don’t know …”

“Y ou can’t stay in the bathroom forever .”

“I know, ” Ludwig growled. His cheeks reddened in shame. “ Sorry…You must think I’m ridiculous .”

Arthur smiled softly. “ Not at all. The media is quite intimidating even when you’re good at public speaking. But I assure you I’ll handle it. ” 

Ludwig took a breath, grip finally loosening. “ Okay …”

When they approached the door panic rang in Ludwig’s ears once more. He immediately stopped. 

“Here,” Arthur offered softly, hand extended. “Keep your head down and I’ll guide you.” 

Timidly, Ludwig accepted.

The next few minutes were a blur. He followed Arthur’s advice, keeping his head down focusing on putting one foot in front of the the other, relying on Arthur to be his eyes. 

He heard Arthur bark at a few particularly pushy reporters, but other than that and getting a little jumbled as they pushed through, it was relatively smooth. Or maybe that was because he dissociated for most of it.

Eventually, they arrived at Arthur’s car and Arthur hurried Ludwig inside.

“They’ll probably be at the hotel too , ” Arthur murmured as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Great …”

“But...You can lay low at my house for a bit. I-If you’d like. It’s out in the country, so you can take it easy after all this. " 

A light pink prickled along Ludwig’s cheeks. “ Are you sure ?”

“Positive .”

A ghost of a smile spread across Ludwig’s face. “ Okay then .”

— — —

Unfortunately, everything hadn’t gone exactly along Arthur’s plan. Yes, Ludwig got an evening to relax away from people and cameras. But their little escape only stirred up rumours. 

“Arthur what’s–”

Arthur brought his phone to his chest. “ Nothing .”

Ludwig frowned, easily snatching the phone from Arthur. 

‘ENGLAND AND GERMANY SECRETLY DATING?

The two nations were seen leaving together hand in hand. Could this … ’

Ludwig couldn’t bring himself to read further. His heart was already at the edge of combusting. 

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault, ” Arthur said quickly, taking the phone back . “ I…Sorry .”

Ludwig noted the redness in Arthur’s own cheeks. The way his hand seemed to tremble. The tightness of his smile. 

Gently, Ludwig took one of the shaking hands. “ It’s okay. You did your best .”

Arthur’s head jerked up, eyes wide. Ludwig hadn’t realized what a pretty shade of green they were. 

“Honestly if the media is going to think I’m dating someone, you’re far from the worst option, ” Ludwig admitted with a shrug, though his face was ablaze. He couldn’t believe what he was saying even though it was true. 

The two stared at each other for a long awkward while . Until Ludwig cleared his throat.

“We should um…Get ready for the meeting .”

“Oh of course. Right…Um…” Arthur looked off to the side. “ Do you think our colleagues have seen this ?”

Ludwig bristled. “ Probably …”

“You know what? I’ve been quite feverish all morning. Tis the season for all that. Flu, cold ... Perhaps I’ll stay home .”

“Well… ” Ludwig said slowly, “ If that’s the case, perhaps I can stay and assist you. After all, you should stay in bed to u h …g et over that fever .”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, an ' are you sure? ' look crossing his face. Ludwig nodded.

"I guess...you have a point, " Arthur said slowly. " I don't mind if you don't ."

And so, Ludwig ' took care ' of Arthur for the rest of the afternoon with tea, cake, and movies. Only the best to help Arthur get over his 'illness.'

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¹⁾ thick, acrid smoke

²⁾ sore shoulders

³⁾ rose-scented candles burnt down to the wick

⁴⁾ a members’ only club

⁵⁾ rotted wooden fenceposts

⁶⁾ sour lemon candies

⁷⁾ hand-rolled cigarettes 

⁸⁾ blue-hued bruises

⁹⁾ the taste of honey from someone else’s lips

¹¹⁾ dollar store sunglasses

¹²⁾ a weathered leather jacket

¹³⁾ slept-in makeup

¹⁴⁾ the conversations had after last call

¹⁵⁾ a lone silver earring

¹⁶⁾ the imprint of a boot between shoulder blades

¹⁷⁾ spiced cologne

¹⁸⁾ bitter dark chocolate

¹⁹⁾ a second place ribbon

²⁰⁾ icy grey irises

²¹⁾ a bodyguard’s earpiece 

²²⁾ a turquoise-tiled pool

²³⁾ glitter dusted across bare skin

²⁴⁾ someone doing up your seatbelt for you

²⁵⁾ warm tequila in a coffee mug

²⁶⁾ a roll of yellow crime scene tape

²⁷⁾ pearlescent oyster shells

²⁸⁾ cuban coffee

²⁹⁾ the seventh highest floor in a skyscraper

³⁰⁾ incensed prayer beads

³¹⁾ the backseat of a taxi

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( a collection of fun and adventurous dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips, it's highly appreciated.

"Want to try sneaking into the movie theater?"

"There's this exclusive sky bar on the top floor. I bet if we act confident enough, we could just walk right in. Ready to blend in with the high rollers?"

"You know the 'Staff Only' areas in aquariums always look so intriguing. I've got an idea involving lab coats and clipboards. Interested?"

"There's a secret passage in this art gallery that leads to a hidden exhibit. I overheard the curator talking about it. Shall we go exploring?"

"I've always wanted to see a movie from the theater's projection room. I've got a friend who works here – you get what I mean?"

"So, that exclusive restaurant is fully booked for months, but I may have 'borrowed' a couple of names from the reservation list. Feeling adventurous?"

"The old amusement park's been closed for years, but I know a way in. Imagine having all those rides to ourselves under the moonlight."

"I heard there's an underground speakeasy in this library. Apparently, you need to whisper a password to the librarian. Wanna try our luck?"

"Remember that fancy pool party we weren't invited to? I've got two waiter uniforms and a brilliant plan. You in?"

"There's a secret rooftop garden on top of that skyscraper. I bet we could talk our way past security if we pretend to be lost interns."

"I know this sounds crazy, but I found a hidden door behind the museum. Want to see where it leads after closing time?"

"The local TV station does live broadcasts from that studio. I bet with the right timing, we could sneak onto a set during a commercial break. Ready for your 15 seconds of fame?"

"I discovered a hidden hot spring in the woods just outside town. It's a bit of a hike, but imagine a midnight dip under the stars."

"There's a secret room in the library that's usually locked. I copied the key while volunteering. Want to see what forbidden books they're hiding?"

"Remember that fancy cooking class that was full? Well, I may have found a way for us to observe from the kitchen's back entrance. Hungry for some culinary espionage?"

"I know how to get onto the roof of the tallest building downtown. The view of the sunset from up there is incredible. Shall we?"

"There's a masquerade ball at the governor's mansion tonight. I've got two masks and a wild idea. Care to crash a high-society party?"

"My friend works at the zoo and says we could help feed the penguins after closing time. Interested in a secret animal encounter?"

"I heard this old theater is supposedly haunted. Want to sneak in after hours and do some ghost hunting?"

"There's a secret beach hidden behind those cliffs. The catch? We'll have to climb down a rope ladder to reach it. You up for it?"

"I found an old map of the city's underground tunnels. Fancy a subterranean adventure date?"

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Whiskers

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Arthur x Kat (EngUkr/UkrEng) Content Length: Short (~1000 words)

Arthur had a long day at work. His clients had never-ending requests and his colleagues bombarded him with non-stop questions. The worst part is that someone ate all his favorite snacks. (Spoiler alert: he’s the only one in the workplace who liked licorice.) All he wanted was a quiet night and for his head to touch the pillow as soon as possible.

He was tiredly brushing his teeth when he caught a glimpse of something odd and almost terrifying in the mirror. Normally, Arthur was not afraid of ghosts or intruders showing up in his home, but he was horrified by something he’d not seen before. In fact, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

Arthur spat the toothpaste out of his mouth and turned around to get a better look at her soapy beard. His wife was standing behind him, generously applying a cream to her face that was too thick to be a night cream and too thin to be whipped cream. 

“What are you doing?” he asked skeptically.

Kat looked at him innocently, her eyes overly saturated from the brightness of the vanity lights. “I’m going to shave.”

“You’re going to shave your face?”

“Yeah, I am.” She pressed her lips together and made circles on her cheeks, similar to how she did when she used a cleanser. She has very obviously never put on shaving cream before, but she seemed determined, that’s for sure.

“…Why?”

“I wanted to make my skin smoother.”

“You normally use this product for that, do you not?” Arthur examined the different colored products in the cabinet and picked out a dark green one and showed it to her.

“Yeah, that helps with toning, but I wanna get rid of my peach fuzz.” Kat spread the cream all over her face, including her brows. As soon as Arthur saw her cover them, he grabbed the hand towel and started wiping the cream off her face. He did not want her to impulsively do something she was going to regret. Honestly, he just didn’t want to hear her complain about it every night, for at least two months.

“Wuh-? What are you doing?!”

“Love, you are not shaving off your eyebrows. You’re going to look ridiculous.”

“Why not? It’s hair on my face, right?” Kat spat as some of the cream got in her mouth. It smelled so musky, but it was so disgusting. Bleh.

“You’re going to look ridiculous. I don’t want to look at an alien when I look at my wife. I love her brows the way they are and I wouldn’t want you to sabotage them. They’re mine too..”

“Well, yeah! Because you’ve got such bushy ones and I’ve got wormy ones. You can’t even see mine because they’re so light!”

“Are you jealous of my bushy brows? They’re not something to be envious of.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pouted at him. “You can do so much with thick brows! I want nice brows like that..”

“Shaving them off will not be the solution here.”

“But they say it will grow back thicker.”

“Then, by ‘their’ logic, the peach fuzz will grow back fuller too.”

“Fine!” She grabbed the towel from his grip and wiped her face.

“And I’m quite fine with peach fuzz. If anything, it makes your face more peach-like when you blush. I just don’t want you to do something as drastic as that.” He returned to brushing his teeth, far more relieved now that she wasn’t going to shave her brows.

She sighed and tried again to cover her face with the shaving cream, adding too much of it. Arthur’s eyes watched her and his brushing slowed down as she continued applying globs over her mouth to the point where the globs could no longer adhere to her face. She just kept going and going. He shook his head at her and looked down at the sink as he tried to finish brushing his teeth. He could still hear it. Plop. He closed his eyes and did his best to contain himself as he listened to it plop to the ground. Then again. Then once more. Plop.

“Katherine, what are you doing?” He looked over his shoulder and found a foamy Viking beard to be the center of attention. “What is this?!” The man laughed at her absurdity, pointing at her beard with the brush, unsure what to really do in this situation. Why was she just standing there and doing that? This felt like something his brother would do to him, not his wife.

“I’m shaving my whiskers,” she tried to say, but could not get out. Through the layers of soapy goodness, her words could not make their way to Arthur’s ears, let alone hers. She quietly laughed to herself as she found it incredibly funny that she could not be heard because of the thickness of the soap. Arthur put a hand to his mouth to try to cover up his amusement so he could better hear her, but then too fell apart at the stupidity of it all. He covered his face instead.

Kat pulled out a shaving razor from the pocket of her robe and started “shaving” her magical beard. With every motion, their faces turned redder. They both heard the plopping sound and only the plopping sound as it hit the tile. Kat’s shoulders shook from laughter as she tried to continue with her weird performance. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She walked over to the sink and rinsed the razor just to discover she forgot to take the safety cap off. Her realization caused her to burst into an uproar, covering the mirror entirely in the shaving cream.

All the air that Arthur had ever had in his lungs escaped him as he wheezed at the comedic sight. Kat gripped onto the sink and leaned over it as she couldn’t control neither her laughter nor the beard that kept dripping. Hearing the other one laugh pained their bellies and filled their night with joy. Kat reached for the towel to wipe her face with as she slowly regained some composure. As she glanced at her tear-stricken face in the soiled mirror, she caught a glimpse of her husband leaning against the wall trying to stop his fit of laughter.

“PFFF.” She burst out into laughter once more and the duo repeated the cycle until the pain made it unbearable to keep laughing. It was just one of those nights.

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How to Write Strong Dialogue

(from a writer of ten years)

So you’re back in the writing trenches. You’re staring at your computer, or your phone, or your tablet, or your journal, and trying not to lose your mind. Because what comes after the first quotation mark? Nothing feels good.

Don’t worry, friend. I’m your friendly tumblr writing guide and I’m here to help you climb out of the pit of writing despair.

I’ve created a character specifically for this exercise. His name is Amos Alejandro III, but for now we’ll just call him Amos. He’s a thirty-something construction worker with a cat who hates him, and he’s just found out he has to go on a quest across the world to save his mother’s diner.

1.) Consider the Attitude and Characteristics of Your Character

One of the biggest struggles writers face when writing dialogue is keeping characters’ dialogue “in-character”.

You’re probably thinking, “but Sparrow, I’m the creator! None of the dialogue I write can be out of character because they’re my original characters!”

WRONG. (I’m hitting the very loud ‘incorrect’ buzzer in your head right now).

Yes, you created your characters. But you created them with specific characteristics and attitudes. For example, Amos lives alone, doesn’t enjoy talking too much, and isn’t a very scholarly person. So he’s probably not going to say something like “I suggest that we pursue the path of least resistance for this upcoming quest.” He’d most likely say, “I mean, I think the easiest route is pretty self-explanatory.”

Another example is a six-year-old girl saying, “Hi, Mr. Ice Cream Man, do you have chocolate sundaes?” instead of “Hewwo, Ice Cweam Man— Chocowate Sundaes?”

Please don’t put ‘w’s in the middle of your dialogue unless you have a very good and very specific reason. I will cry.

Yes, the girl is young, but she’s not going to talk like that. Most children know how to ask questions correctly, and the ‘w’ sound, while sometimes found in a young child’s speech, does not need to be written out. Children are human.

So, consider the attitude, characteristics, and age of your character when writing dialogue!

2.) Break Up Dialogue Length

If I’m reading a novel and I see an entire page of dialogue without any breaks, I’m sobbing. You’re not a 17th century author with endless punctuation. You’re in the 21st century and people don’t read in the same way they used to.

Break up your dialogue. Use long sentences. Use one word. Use commas, use paragraph breaks. Show a character throwing a chair out a window in between sentences.

For example:

“So, you’re telling me the only way to save my Ma’s diner is to travel across five different continents, find the only remaining secret receipt card, and bring it back before she goes out of business? She didn’t have any other copies? Do I have to leave my cat behind?”

vs.

Amos ran a hand over his face. “So, you’re telling me the only way to save my Ma’s diner is to travel across five different continents, find the only remaining secret recipe card, and bring it back before she goes out of business?”

He couldn’t believe his luck. That was sarcastic, of course. This was ironically horrible.

“She didn’t have any other copies?” He leaned forward over the table and frowned. “Do I have to leave my cat behind?”

The second version is easier to digest, and I got to add some fun description of thought and action into the scene! Readers get a taste of Amos’ character in the second scene, whereas in the first scene they only got what felt like a million words of dialogue.

3.) Don’t Overuse Dialogue Tags.

DON’T OVERUSE DIALOGUE TAGS. DON’T. DON’T DON’T DON’T.

If you don’t know what a dialogue tag is, it’s a word after a sentence of dialogue that attributes that dialogue to a specific character.

For example:

“Orange juice and chicken ramen are good,” he said.

‘Said’ functions as the dialogue tag in this sentence.

Dialogue tags are good. You don’t want to completely avoid them. (I used to pride myself on how I could write stories without any dialogue tags. Don’t do that.) Readers need to know who’s speaking. But overusing them, or overusing weird or unique tags, should be avoided.

Examples:

“I’m gonna have to close my diner,” Amos’ mother said.

“Why?” Amos growled. “It’s been in the family forever.”

“I’ve lost the secret recipe card, and I can’t keep the diner open without it!” She cried.

“The Bacon Burger Extreme recipe card?” Amos questioned.

“Yes!” Amos’ mother screamed.

“Well, that’s not good,” Amos complained.

vs.

“I’m gonna have to close my diner,” Amos’ mother said, taking her son’s hand and leading him over to one of the old, grease-stained tabletops with the ripped-fabric booths.

Amos simply stared at her, frozen in place. “Why? It’s been in the family forever.”

“I’ve—” she looked away for a moment, then took in a breath. “I’ve lost the secret recipe card. And I can’t keep the diner open without it.”

“The Bacon Burger Extreme recipe card?”

“Yes!” She still wouldn’t meet his eyes, and her shoulders were shaking. “Yes.”

Amos sat down heavily in the booth. “Well, that’s not good.”

The first scene only gives character names and dialogue tags. There are no actions and no descriptions. The second scene, however, gives these things. They give the reader descriptions of the diner, the characters’ actions, and attitudes. Overusing dialogue tags gets boring fast, so add interest into your writing!

So! When you’re writing, consider the attitude of your character, vary dialogue length, and don’t overuse dialogue tags.

Now climb out of the pit of writing despair. Pick up your pen or computer. And write some good dialogue!

Best,

Sparrow

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RusPru Microweek 2024 - Day 1: Gothic

Please mind the content warnings and notes at the beginning of the fic. This one-shot includes sensitive themes, so read at your own risk.

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Lesser-known steps of the writing process:

Finding all the paragraphs where you used some hyper-specific word more than once

Rearranging paragraphs that you swear you wrote in the right order but turned out to be totally backwards

Going for a walk, coming up with the perfect line, and forgetting it as soon as you get home and open your laptop

Creating a separate document where you can dump all of those nice sentences that no longer fit in anywhere

Waking up in a cold sweat because so-and-so was supposed to be barefoot but never actually took his shoes off

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Rarepair week 2024 prompts

Here are the week prompts for this year: Day 1 (August 11th) : History & Mythology Day 2 (August 12th) : Royalty & Wedding Day 3 (August 13th) : Apocalypse & Saying good night Day 4 (August 14th) : Secret relationship & Love songs and letters Day 5 (August 15th) : Raising a family & Nature Day 6 (August 16th) : Based on a movie & Flower Language Day 7 (August 17th) : Free day Reminder that you don't need to create for all the days and that your creation doesn't need to follow both themes. You can pick one or the other if you like.

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List of “gushing to your friends about the person you’re literally head over heels in love with” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “any chance you could prompts A telling their friends that they have a crush on B?”

“Okay, we get it — you’re in love with [insert Character B’s name]. You don’t have to keep reminding us.”

“Have you ever thought about telling them about how you feel instead of like… Telling us about it?” “Um, no, because I don’t want to embarrass myself and I’d rather fangirl/fanboy over them from a distance.” 

“Oh, what I would give to talk to them…” “Huh? Then… Talk to them? I don’t understand why you’re making it sound like such a dilemma—”

“I had the most romantic dream about them.” “Oh God, here we go again…”

“With the way you talk about them, do you ever stop to consider that maybe your feelings run deeper than you seem to realise?”

“If they think they’re the best thing to have graced planet Earth then they’d be absolutely right.”

“If they called and told me they needed me right now, I’d drop everything and run to them.”

“They own me.” “That sounds weird, but sure.”

“I don’t believe in being a simp for anyone but yourself, but hear me out—”

“I will do whatever it takes to win their heart.” “I’ll do whatever it takes for you to stop saying that and actually do something.”

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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RusPru Micro-Week

July 18th, 19th, 20th.

Day 1: Swelter | Gothic | Truth Day 2: Bloom | Care | Friction Day 3: Glory | Plan | Teach

@hetaliahappenings @hetaliacalendar

Day's chosen based on availability on the calendar, certainly nothing to do with a certain yearly day of my own :3c don't worry about it.

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So I thought this was commonly known internet navigation (but apparently it might just be those of us who have been using the internet since the 90’s who still know it). Or so it seems based on… a grumpy comment I got.

When you see an arrow like this:

It means you click it to expand out a hidden section.

It’s an accordion section/menu! It’s useful in web design to hide information that may be overwhelming under specific headers so people can only see what they need.

Here I’m using it for people who need the content warnings to be able to check, but for those who don’t need them and don’t want to be spoiled to just move right past without accidentally reading anything.

It’s still the user’s responsibility to click the arrow and read things as they need! But it is all warned. (And, yes, the all encompassing issues are already a tag on the fic, I’m just providing additonal warnings per chapter.)

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They sat together in Arthur’s living room, old foes turned friends turned lovers turned foes once more. Just for a night.

Painted cheeks and patriotic kits coloured the living room, itself haphazardly adorned in bunting and streamers in red, white and yellow, and brimming with an unspeakable tension as they both watched the screen intently. Hands gripped the edge of the sofa cushions, knuckles paling, feet tapping. Drinks were long finished, yet to be replaced.

The eighty-fifth minute had just begun.

[ read the full fic on ao3! ] 🇪🇸 ⚽️ ✨️

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"You're blushing." Prompts

“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”

A tries to hide their blush from B by turning their head away, but the latter doesn’t let them.

“I can’t help it (when you look at me like that).”

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

“You, uhh… You… Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you… I mean…”

A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.

“Awww. Did I fluster you?”

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”

It appears A made B blush, and in response their own cheeks heat up.

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Just admit that…” (e.g. you like when I look at you like that.)

A has never blushed when they asked that question/made such a comment before. (Before what?/Has something changed?)

“… You’ll never let me live this down, will you?”

A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)

“Why am I blushing?!”

A and B try to figure out who can make the other person blush first/the hardest.

“I call bullshit. There’s no way you never blush. No way.”

“Months/Years later, and you still make me blush.”

“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“God. You look adorable/etc. (when you’re blushing).”

A is curious/confused/etc. Once, they easily were able to make B blush. Nowadays, it seems almost impossible.

“You’re blushing.” “So are you.”

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falling in love ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡.

contents by @bonbonbee

the silent eye contact from across the room.

^ & the flirty glances especially when there are people around

always turning their head if your name is mentioned

will always eventually turn the conversation topic to you

immediately looking for your reaction once telling a joke

^ caring how you perceive things

cares for your opinions more than their own

the first smile you share.

^ not a small half-smile, a real smile. differs between a hearty laugh, a beaming smile with their teeth, or the smirk after a kiss.

slowing becoming like each other

the subtle things they notice.. become not so subtle.

^ "i've always loved the freckles on your cheeks, and your eyes, and your lips. no i just like you."

finding things that remind them of you.

"i like this candle." "i know." "how?" "it reminded me of your perfume."

being shy around each other

"why are you so jittery?" "i just saw _____, they're so beautiful."

denial. realization. obsession.

^ their responses to falling in love w/ you, sometimes in that exact order.

denial: "whaaaaattt, i don't like _____..." "yeah, and i don't breath oxygen."

realization: all the butterflies in their stomach, why their gaze always falls on you, the urge to seek your approval.

& good ol' obsession.